Now is Not the Time to be Bold

You decide, instead of lunging forward heroically, to take a moment and inch away, trying to take the measure of Colton before the battle gets underway. Unfortunately, this decision proves disastrous.

Failing to lean into your start-of-the-match adrenaline, you become nervous, and start second-guessing yourself. Colton advances, but your mind starts to race. In the absence of intensity and boldness, you're left only with panic.

He takes a broad right-hook punch towards your head. In your panicked state of mind, you dodge in the completely wrong direction, and dive right into the blow. The punch knocks you silly. You stumble into the ropes. Unfortunately, you stumble into their side of the arena. This being a tag-team match, Lyle wastes no time in helping his companion, grabbing you under your arms and putting you in a full-nelson hold. You can't move.

You thrash and struggle, embarrassed to have been locked up only six seconds into the championship bout. Piet looks at you wide-eyed from across the mat. "BREAK THE HOLD, RILEY! Get away from him!" He shouts, holding out his hand desperately for you to tag him in, but he's too far away.

Colton watches, amused, as you wriggle and writhe in Lyle's grasp. The crowd is waiting for you to escape... But you don't manage to do so. Eventually, damp with sweat and thrashing with weakening strength, you cease your struggling.

Colton walks up to you, amused and licking his lips. His eyes travel up and down your **** body, eventually coming to rest on your jockstrap. "I've got a place on my trophy shelf for that jock, Walker. Can't wait to hang it up tonight. It's gonna be a great conversation piece."

Colton inches your jockstrap down your hips, bit by bit. You stand there, still locked up by Lyle and too exhausted to make it hard for him. The jock spans your thighs, exposing your cock to the crowd. They can sense the end of the tournament coming, but they wonder how Colton and Lyle will finish you off. You wonder the same thing.

They don't make you wait for long. Piet is watching, crestfallen and disappointed as you're finally left completely naked, pinned against the ropes. You're expecting Colton to humiliate you in a traditional way; playing with your dick, spanking your ass, or putting you in some other degrading position. Instead, Colton has something far simpler but even more devastating in mind.

Lyle releases you as he speaks. "You couldn't last ten seconds with me, Walker. Ten seconds was all it took to give everyone here a good look at your bare cock. You're not worthy of the energy it would take to humiliate you, so I'll let you handle it yourself. Kneel. Bow down to your king, loser."

You stand there, eyes wide, hands cupped over your penis as Colton makes his demand. You hear Piet shout from the other side of the mat. "NO WAY, RILEY! DON'T DO IT! If he wants to win, make him do it, himself!"

If you really wanted to... You could fight back. You might be naked, but that's not enough to win him the tournament. The loser has to be humiliated. He has practically handed you a second chance. But do you have what it takes to seize this opportunity?

Colton grins. "Go on. Fight again. Let me make a fool out of you in front of your cute boyfriend, again. Make this easier on yourself, Riley. You were never meant to be a champion. I beat you with one punch. Let's bring this to an end."

Time stands still for a moment. You barely hear Piet desperately trying to convince you to stay on your feet. Unfortunately, his encouragement falls on deaf ears. Colton has beaten you.

You fall to your knees. Colton stands in front of you, looking down expectantly and wearing a smug smirk. "Bow to your king, loser."

Piet looks away in embarrassment as you collapse onto your hands and knees, before finally dipping down to kiss Colton's feet. You kiss each one twice, and the bell rings. Piet is dragged onto the mat by Lyle, so that the winners can claim their prize. Descending upon the both of you, they manhandle you into a loser's photo that nobody will ever forget.