There's No Way to Win. Surrender.

Sitting there and watching your on-screen character continue to endure humiliation, you look down at your own bared manhood. Erik has only lost his shirt. There's no way out of this.

Erik, as if reading your mind, stares at you expectantly. His expression is telling you to give up, and submit to his will. You make eye-contact for as long as you can, before you finally look away. That's when Erik knows that he has you.

Both of you stand up. Erik crosses his arms over his chest, and you bashfully cup your hands over your penis. It's painfully reminiscent of what you just saw on screen, and it seems that's exactly what Erik wants. He wants you to subject yourself to the same fate that your avatar is enduring on-loop on the screen.

With your feet shoulder-width apart, you feel your will breaking. Eventually, you go along with it. You put your hands up, showing your own hanging dick and balls in submission.

Erik smiles smugly. "Putting your pecker on display all on your own. You giving up, gay boy?"

You nod, keeping your hands up and your manhood bare.

Erik steps forward and reaches out to tickle and tug on your balls, just like his character on screen. And just like yours, you stand there and take it like a good boy.