You've Waited Long Enough. Take Him Out.

Deciding that you've been patient enough, you decide to slip past his guard as he readies his final punch, figuring that you can use this moment of preparation as your opportunity to finish him off.

As you slide in for the killing blow, Noah unleashes the punch, and nails you in the stomach. You gasp as your breath leaves your body, and you collapse down onto your knees. You find that you can't draw in enough breath to fill your lungs, and remain on the canvas, panting and stunned.

Noah reaches out and gently cradles your chin in his left hand, forcing you to look up at him, your chest still heaving with exhaustion from the **** of his final blow. You weakly shake your head, pleading with him to not finish you off. Noah's exhausted expression turns to a satisfied smirk as he raises his fist, and brings his fist down.

You wince and cower away, only to find that his fist stopped an inch in front of your nose. Your cowardice is met with raucous laughter from those watching the bout, and your humiliation is compounded as Noah flicks the tip of your nose. "I'll take that jockstrap now, loser."

Struggling to stand, you reluctantly acquiesce. Sticking your thumbs in the waistband of your jock, you push it down around your ankles, exposing your limp cock and hanging balls to your conqueror and to the crowd. You hand it over, and Noah holds it over his head, showing off his trophy to the crowd.

Seeking to hop over the ropes and make a quick walk of shame back to the lockers, you get halfway over them before you feel Noah grab you by your ankle, halting your escape. Pulling you back, he slips a possessive arm around your bare waist. "Where are you headed in such a hurry, Riley? These guys have never seen a naked boy from the Walker family. I'm gonna show you off."

To your shame, you end up tied up in the ropes at the edge of the ring, your legs splayed and your arms bound tight. You kick your feet and tug against the bonds, but your strength is too limited to break free. The other fighters move to the side of the ring to take in the sight of your beaten and displayed body, whistling and teasing as Noah kneels behind you.

"Everyone see this little ginger chump? His cock is mine! I'm headed to the finals, and I'm taking this brat's dignity with me."

Noah's hand slips around your waist to firmly grab you by your cock. You struggle wildly, trying to break his grasp, but you're unable to do so, even as he starts stroking your dick. You struggle and writhe in vain, but eventually, your bare dick stands up hard between your legs. Noah smirks, as he finishes your humiliation with one last touch.

"When a man is properly beaten, it's only proper for him to wave a white flag of surrender. Since your arms and bound up, let me help you out with that."

Noah hangs your cotton-white jocktrap from the tip of your erect cock, sealing your humiliation. You groan and stop your struggling, knowing that there's no point. Noah has shamed your manhood in front of everyone.