Your Photo on the Wall

The photo itself was exactly what you expected; a straight-on photograph of you, butt-naked and strung up by your ankles. Comparatively, it's not the worst photograph on the board, but the day still haunts you. The things that you watched them do to Piet...

Piet enters the locker room, glancing at you sympathetically before patting you on the back. "You tried. You just got a little bit cocky at the end, and they took advantage of it. At least you fought hard, huh?"

You sigh, shaking your head before hanging it in shame. "It's not the loss... It's what they did. What they made me watch them do to you." You admit, cheeks reddening with humiliation at the very thought of it.

Piet tries to play it down. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad... Standard humiliation in the arena."

You meet his gaze. "Piet, I watched Colton eat your butt in front of me. and then they-"

"Laid him out and wanked his little dick in front of everybody?" Lyle chimes in, entering the locker room with his gym bag over his shoulder. "Yeah, I remember! What a great day, huh?"

Glaring furiously, you round upon Lyle, who isn't even technically a tournament champion; he was just Colton's tag-team partner. "There's nothing *little* about his dick, Lyle. And you and Colton went WAY over the line." You accuse, jabbing him in the chest with your finger, eager for any excuse to salvage some of the dignity that was stolen from you.

"What, you mean Little Piet? He's gotta have one of the littlest dicks in this locker room. Just like YOU, Walker. Sure looked pretty small when I had you hung upside-down."

Unwilling to take this from Lyle, you decide to put your money where your mouth is. "If it's so little, then let's see what you've got! I challenge you to a dick measuring contest."

Lyle raises an eyebrow, and the other fighters in the locker room become interested. "Oh yeah? And what's in store for the loser?" He asks you, and you glance over at Piet.

"The same thing as last time. The loser gets wanked by the winner. Right here, right now, in front of everybody."

"Hah. Sounds fine to me, Walker. You're on. Now stiffen up so we can get this over with."

You and Lyle both take a moment to strip naked and harden up. With some help from Piet, your dick is hard as a rock in no time. The rest of the fighters are watching, curious to see if you'll manage to salvage some manhood, or lose the rest of it right here.

Piet takes care of the measuring. When you and Lyle present your dicks, he takes a tape-measurer to each of them, starting with you. "... Seven and a half inches." He announces, and you nod your head, having measured it yourself once or twice in your day.

He moves on to Lyle's hard cock, holding up the measurer. His facial expression doesn't change. "... Eight inches even."

Lyle grins wickedly, and your shoulders slouch a bit in shame as Piet prepares to announce the results.

"The bet is settled. Lyle has the bigger dick. According to the wager agreed upon by both fighters... Riley gets wanked by Lyle."

Lyle high-fives his buddy while you stand up straight and put your hands behind your head. You stand with your legs apart, your hard dick bouncing in front of you, cheeks burning with shame as you live up to your wager. Piet is watching, but he looks embarrassed to see his boyfriend suffer such defeat.

Lyle approaches you, winking at you as he licks his hand. "Any last words before I own your dick, ginger?"

You shake your head. You have nothing left to say. You tense as his fist tightens around your dick, and Lyle starts to stroke it. You bite your lower lip, trying to fight off the building sensation, and hoping that you can will yourself soft, at least.

That seems less likely with each passing moment. Your willpower starts to fail, and precum slicks your cock, making Lyle's job much easier. He grins wickedly in your face, knowing that you're trying to fight against the sensation. He's winning this battle.

With a **** moan, you cum. You shoot three thick ropes of cum from your dick, most of it spattering your own face and chest. You collapse onto your knees, breathing heavily, but Lyle isn't done with you, yet. He decides to give you a closer look at the cock that beat you, grabbing the back of your head and rubbing your face against his cock and balls. You muffle out some protests, but you're too sapped of strength to keep it from happening. Piet has his head in his hands, overwhelmingly ashamed of his boyfriend.

"These two boys were made for each other!" Lyle says with a laugh, gesturing to you and Piet. "We've gotten to see both of them shoot a load in the last twenty-four hours! What a couple of losers!"