Admit Defeat

The humiliation is more than you can bear. Erik not only physically overpowered you, but he stroked you stiff, and you couldn't do anything to stop him. Erik beat you, and the weight of the defeat is crushing.

Erik pulls down your briefs, letting your shamefully hard cock bounce into full view. "Got anything to say for yourself, loser?" Erik asks, turning you around to get a proper look at you in all your naked, defeated, rock-hard glory. Beads of precum glisten at the tip of your erection, and glistening trickles run down the side of your shaft. Erik smirks smugly.

"Gotta be embarrassing to lose like that to a straight guy. Thought you were supposed to be the expert in turning a man on, but I've got you hard and leaking after ten seconds of treatment." His words pile on that weighty defeat that threatens to buckle your shoulders, and finally...

You falter. You fall to your knees in front of Erik, causing him to raise an eyebrow along with that cocky smirk of his. "Finally figured out your place, huh? Good. You were never going to beat me. It would've saved us time if you'd just done this to begin with."

Your head is hung forward. Your body is damp with sweat. Your cock continues to drip and ache. Your shoulders are slumped with exhaustion. And on top of it all, you're on your knees. So, you do the only thing you can bring yourself to do. Agree with him. "I know. You're right. You beat me. You took me apart." You assent, and Erik's arrogant smile only broadens.

"That's right. I did. And I'm gonna make sure you never forget it."

Erik spins you around and pulls you to his chest again, your back pressed against him as he once again secures your wrists behind your back. His free hand grabs your cock, causing you to moan, to your embarrassment. "Since I own this now, I'd better make sure it's in working order. Let's see how far you can shoot, gay boy."

It's too late to struggle. You accept this final humiliation. Erik strokes your pained cock vigorously, and you hold off for as long as you can manage, but eventually he manages to **** you to shoot your load. Erik milks three ropes of cum out of you that spatter your chest and stomach, and laughs as you cry out in relief. He continues to pump your cock until it goes limp in his hand, before turning you around once more to look at his once-ferocious rival. You no longer look the part, naked, limp, and covered in your own cum.

"Y'know, I don't think I'm gonna bother chaining this up." He teases, thumbing the tip of your limp, swinging cock. "We both know that I own you. Wipe yourself off and leave your clothes here. You're walking home butt-naked, loser. Make sure no one manages to grab this, or they'll have you leaking again!" He says, grabbing your soft dick one last time. You're too lousy with defeat to stop him, and obey this last command.

You walk home with nothing to cover up, both hands cupped over your penis in shame.