Try to Match His Speed! Dodge and Counter!

You decide to try and beat Piet at his own game. You dodge to the side and strike back, only to find that Piet is already long-gone.

A kick takes your legs out from under you, and you're flat on your back. A foot stomps your gut. A hand delivers a demeaning slap across your face. Strong arms roll you over onto your belly, grab your hips, and haul them upwards. Your ass is on display.

You attempt to crawl forward, but this attempt is met with a cruel heel to the side of your head. You see stars, and the world spins into darkness momentarily. When the lights come back on, you're back on your hands and knees, with your ass in the air.

You make one last, **** bid for escape. You try to get to your feet, and succeed, only to find Piet standing in front of you, cracking his knuckles. "Want one more? You got it!"

An ab-shattering punch is delivered right into your stomach. Crying out in agony, you collapse to your knees, and fall forward. Your cheek hits the mat, and once again, Piet has your ass in the air.

"I told my buddies that I was gonna have you for dinner, Riley. And I meant it." He snarks into your ear, his cute-boy routine having been dropped. Piet grabs you by your thighs, holds you in place, and leans in start tonguing your ass.

The crowd is stunned. Victory by humiliation is part of the rules, but it's not often that something this demeaning is seen in action. Least of all, against someone like you! A member of the legendary Walker family! Beaten and humiliated, you whimper and whine as Piet has his way with you, eating your ass in front of everybody.

The bell rings, but you barely notice.

"Piet... Piet wins by humiliation!" The referee declares, entering the ring to see you stripped of your jockstrap. He hands it to Piet, and you collapse onto your side, revealing your shamefully rock-hard cock to everybody.