Fight His Strength and Twist Away!

You call upon all the strength in your core muscles and your hips to try and twist and writhe your way out of Erik's grasp. It almost works. You can feel him slipping, but your strength relents for a moment, and Erik traps you. He now has your wrists locked together behind your back with one hand, while the other hand ghosts its fingertips over your abdomen, just above your briefs and the pouch containing your manhood.

"Hmm. Decisions, decisions." Erik muses. "I could just pants you... Yank down your briefs, let your little cock swing in the breeze, and take my win that way..." He starts to drag your briefs down your hips, exposing your pubes as you writhe and struggle.

"Or, I could just slip my hand in that pouch and catch you by your cock. Seems like a more humiliating way to lose, doesn't it? Locked up and captured by your boy-bits?" He asks, fiddling with the waistband of your briefs.

"Yeah... I like that better, I think."

Erik's hand slides down the front of your briefs, and his fist closes around your dick. You have ten seconds until your manhood is considered 'captured' and your rivalry is over.