Sure, Why Not?

Reaching out cautiously, you take his hand and firmly shake it, before he steps into your space, turns sharply, and rolls you over his shoulder. You hit the mat with a loud thump and find yourself seeing stars as Rory effortlessly twists your arm... And twists... And twists.

First, there's no pain. Then, there's a lot of pain. Your screams echo in the gym, and a few onlookers wince, some of them having experienced this submission-hold firsthand. He continues to twist and bend your arm as the pain dulls your senses.

Pausing momentarily, he looks down into your eyes, beholding your face twisted in agony. "Do you submit?" Rory asks, his voice gentle and even.

"N-no!" You can't submit! If you surrender here, it's all over. You'll have let your brothers down, and your family's honor will be tarnished!

Rory shrugs and goes back to torturing you. You scream again. It's not clear to you, how long you lasted. Maybe a minute? Maybe ten? The pain distorts your sense of time. What you do know is that, eventually, he beat you.

"I SURRENDER!" You shout hoarsely, and he finally releases you. Rory strips off your jockstrap and even plucks the red anklet off of your foot, leaving you truly naked on the mat. He sits you up on your knees. "Sorry, ginger. Better luck next time." He whispers to you, before you notice that he's holding your wrists behind your back with one hand while he slips your ankle-band over your cock with the other.

There's laughter at this in the crowd, and the bell rings. "Rory wins! By submission... And humiliation! This kid might be our next champion! It's not easy, putting a Walker boy's cock on a leash!"

The laughter intensifies and your cheeks darken with humiliation. It's over for you.