Your Photo on the Wall

You made it to the finals, but you lost. You also happened to lose in a pretty humiliating fashion. Colton is the new champion, and has already started to enjoy his new role as top-dog.

Your brothers are devastated at your terrible loss; voluntary surrender is among the greatest humiliations a fighter can experience. Your photo on the wall is reflective of this. In the photograph, you and Piet are seen naked, on your knees, sucking obediently on Colton and Lyle's cocks. Lyle took Piet's mouth, and Colton, of course, took yours. They got to flex powerfully and hold their trophy aloft, basking in the golden glow of ultimate victory. Their win was made all the sweeter by the fact that their vanquished opponents were right where they belonged; on their knees, with the winners' dicks in their mouths.

Unfortunately, you never recover from this loss. To come so close to glory, only to fall so far... The very next day, after Colton beat you, claimed his trophy, and hanged your jockstrap up on his trophy mantle, Piet accosts you in the locker room.

"I can't believe you surrendered. You just... GAVE UP! I can understand losing, but at least go down fighting! Don't give him the satisfaction of KISSING HIS FEET in front of everybody! What were you thinking?!"

You just shake your head. "I tried to get away... I tried to fight. I just couldn't, anymore."

Piet shakes his head, obviously ashamed of you. "You're not the man I thought you were, Riley Walker. You're no champion. Champions don't kneel."

"What do you want me to do?!" You ask, exasperated. "It's done! It happened!"

Piet glares. "I want you to stop pretending that you're a fighter." He gestures to your loose-fitting shorts, tanktop, and the grip-socks you wear during training. "You don't have the right to wear any of this. Colton literally has your jockies hanging from his mantle. Why not give him the full set?"

You hear Colton pipe up from behind you. He's standing naked at his locker, getting changed. "Yeah, Walker! Why not? Your jockstrap looks great on my mantle. Besides, I think we can all agree that you look better naked, anyway."

Piet crosses his arms expectantly, and you wince. Pulling off your tanktop, dropping your shorts, peeling off your grip-socks, and finally pulling down your white briefs, you fold them up and walk to Colton, handing them over. "I guess I'm... Not a fighter, after all."

Accepting your gear, Colton tosses all of it into his locker, except for your tighty-whities. He holds them up and winks. "Nope. You're no fighter, Walker. Thanks for the panties, though. Now get the fuck out of here. I'm tired of seeing this little prick of yours." He said, grabbing and tugging on your dick a few times before you can stop him. The other men, including Piet, laugh as you retreat from the locker room, naked and disgraced with your hands over your cock.