Your Arrogance Was Your Downfall...

It doesn't take much for Erik to pick you up and sit you down on the bathroom counter with your legs apart. You feel horribly exposed, but when you try to close your legs, Erik nudges them apart. He pushes you, to make you lean backwards, and lathers shaving cream into his hands.

"H-hey, come on, man! I was just joking! Let's talk about this!" You attempt to dissuade him, even as his hands start lathering your cock, balls, and pubes in the shaving gel.

"Not a fucking chance. You wanna get that fucking cocky against me? ME? You're gonna learn your goddamn lesson. After I'm done with you, they won't even let you into the men's locker room. You can go change with the boys."

You want to get away, but a bet is a bet. Your hands fall to your sides as Erik starts to shave you. You flash back to that cursed high school memory of Erik holding your dick with one hand and shaving your balls with the other. It's happening again, too.

Worse still, you get hard from all of the palming and squeezing of your dick as Erik thoroughly shaves your manhood bare. By the time he's rinsing the gel off, it's you who looks like a ten year old. Your dick, balls, and pubic region are left completely devoid of hair. Your emasculation is complete, and Erik looks happy with his work.

"Hah! Just like the first time I ever saw you in the showers... In sixth grade!" He mocks, reaching out to grab your shaved boner and stroke it a few times. You give an annoyed grunt, but you're too beaten to say much else. Even when he smacks your boner and sets it bouncing back and forth, you don't offer any resistance.

Erik finishes you off. He grabs the chain, and wraps it around your balls and the base of your shaft. "A shaved and chained cock? You're not even fit to compete on my level anymore. You're barely fit to scrub a middle schooler's jockstrap. Why don't you start with my little brother's?" Erik has clearly lost all respect for you. He drags you out of the bedroom and into the laundry room, where he parks your naked body in front of a laundry basin. He hands you a jockstrap that's sized too small to be his.

"You thought I was kidding? Start scrubbing!"