Call For Him to Tag Out

There’s no way Piet can keep fighting after taking such a shot to his manhood! You call out for Piet to turn tail and come back to tag you in. Nodding with his teeth gritted in pain, Piet turns from Lyle to limp his way towards you.

He makes it halfway to you before Lyle tackles him from behind. Both boys spill down onto the mat, but Piet was completely blindsided and placed at an insurmountable disadvantage. The spectators cheer as they sense an opportunity for Lyle and Colton to end the tournament.

You watch as Lyle pins Piet down and pounds him brutally. Piet takes punches in the face, chest, and stomach. He puts up a weakened defense for only a moment before he submits to the ground-pounding of the century. You wince with every blow, knowing that this savage beating has surely spelled the end of the tournament.

Mounting your boyfriend, Lyle dips down to lick the sole trickle of blood from the corner of Piet’s lips before kissing them hungrily. Piet is only barely conscious. He hauls the blond to his feet and bends him over the ropes at the edge of the arena, sliding the blond’s jockstrap down around his ankles.

Colton jumps the ropes and curls a finger in your direction, beckoning you forward to take your medicine. You have **** but to comply, mounting the ropes to enter the arena.

“Your boyfriend has a cute peach.” Lyle observes, spanking Piet’s bared bottom. “How about you, Riley?”

You know what’s coming, and you accept it. Hooking your thumbs into your waistband, you suffer the laughter of your enemies as you drop your jockies around your ankles. Stepping forward, you obediently bend over the ropes, right next to your barely-conscious boyfriend.

“COLTON AND LYLE ARE THE WINNERS OF THE TOURNAMENT! And it looks like they’re planning on taking more than just Riley and Piet’s undies as their trophies!”

Colton and Lyle stand behind you and Piet, and you feel Colton’s hand rest on your stripped bottom, sliding down to gently cup your hanging nuts. You gulp as he leans over to lick your ear and whisper his declaration of victory.

“Your bare ass is mine, loser.”

Colton spreads your cheeks. You’re done for.