Succumb

You felt him shift and knew that you had a chance to wrench yourself away from Erik and continue the fight. Instead of doing that, you stand obediently and allow the window of opportunity to close. The fight has gone out of you, and you know it.

Re-settled and in absolute control, Erik’s hand slips down the front of your briefs again. You grunt as he seizes your penis in his grasp, beginning the countdown necessary to capture the very core of your manhood.

When you don’t even struggle, Erik drags you down to the floor and sprawls you out on your back. “Come on, gay boy! I was expecting a struggle! You’re not just gonna let me catch you by your cock without a fight, are you?”

You shrug your shoulders. Erik quirks his eyebrow in confusion before dragging your briefs down around your knees, exposing your cock. “Here I thought you still needed to be beaten down. Looks like we can just skip to your conquering, instead.” Erik gloats, before placing his foot triumphantly down on top of your cock, pinning your manhood between your belly and the ball of his foot.

Immediately, you try to resist, but it’s too late. Your hands grasp at each side of his foot, trying to lift it off of your defenseless willy, but you don’t have the strength to dislodge him. To your humiliation, you hear him counting down from ten.

“Th-this doesn’t count! You can’t end it like this!” You insist up to Erik even as he flexes his arms and poses victoriously.

“Seven… Six… Five…”

Your cock has swollen and hardened beneath Erik’s foot, which he notices with a wicked grin as he continues to count you out and you keep trying desperately to pry his foot off your cock.

“Erik, this wasn’t part of the rules!” You continue to insist, though you know it doesn’t matter. Not after a defeat as profoundly humiliating as this one.

“Four… Three… Two… One…”

You give one last surge of strength, failing to pull his foot off of you, and finally collapse spread-eagle onto your back, Erik’s foot planted victoriously on your rock hard cock.

“Zero…”

Erik isn’t done with you, yet. He grinds the soft sole of his foot firmly against your erection, intending to totally emasculate you. “Your cock is mine, gay boy. And you’re right where you belong… Naked, defeated, and under my foot. Bitch.”

With his last word, he grinds his foot against your cock once again, and you can’t take it anymore. You cum with an embarrassingly loud moan, your conquered cock shooting its load over your belly. Erik laughs at the perfect timing of your ultimate surrender, and kneels between your legs to shackle the chain around your softening penis. You can only muster the strength to whimper as he pulls it tight.