Your Photo on the Wall

It's been awhile since the tournament has seen a defeat so absolute. You're still reeling from it, even as you enter the locker room, all alone, one week after your defeat.

You approach the photo wall, daring to look at your legacy for the first time. In your frame, there is the image of you, face on the floor, bare butt in the air, with Piet eating your ass. It is, by far, the worst image of all of them, and it's going to hang there for a year.

You start to change your clothes, but just end up sitting down naked on the bench. How can you face the others after such a thrashing from Piet? What will your brothers think of the family pride that you've tarnished?

The other fighters start to file in, and take note of your naked form sitting on the bench, swimming in self-pity and the agony of defeat. Among them is Piet, and his little brother, Mikkel.

Mikkel has only just become old enough to enroll, and this is his first day. Piet brings him over to you, and points at the photo. "This is the poor bastard that your brother dominated in the tournament!" Piet explains to Mikkel, who looks just like him, but a bit younger. Mikkel winces at the sight of the photo, and then looks at you. "He's still allowed to be here? If he lost so bad?"

You glare at the cocky boy. He's even younger than you! Who does he think he is?! If your confidence weren't so low, you would surely teach him a lesson.

The young blond snickers at you. "What's wrong? Scared? Don't wanna take on somebody with Piet's blood in his veins, huh? Don't worry, I won't make you! If you bow to me, that is."

Your blood boils. This little brat just told you to bow to him?! You may be naked and disgraced, but you're not about to grovel in servitude to anyone in Piet's family. It would be black mark on your family's pride, forever. "Fuck you." You answer, and that's when the boy's foot connects with your face.

He kicks you off the bench, surprisingly powerful for a boy of his size, and you scramble to your feet. This is bad. Your confidence is low. You're naked and defenseless. A whole locker room full of fighters just saw you get kicked in the face by a pup. You have to fight back... But you're not sure if you have the strength.

Putting up your fists, you take a swing.

Even in your sorry state, you're a challenge for the young Mikkel. He takes a few hits from you, but he's able to score some of his own. You're about to put the whelp on the ground when someone trips you. Piet!

You fall backwards and Mikkel is quick to plant his foot between your legs, pressing down against your naked and defenseless manhood. You howl in pain.

"Submit!" Mikkel shouts as you desperately grab his foot with your hands, trying to prize his foot from your cock and balls. In the end, his strength wins out. You lose your grip, and end up flat on your back at this brat's mercy, with your very manhood under his foot.

"I SURRENDER!" You call out for all to hear.

Mikkel grins triumphantly as he withdraws his foot, and you slowly manage to get up onto your knees. With his hands on his hips, Mikkel looks down at you with disdain. "Now that we've settled that... Bow to me!"

**** remains. You place your hands behind your head, exposing your naked body in full, before bowing down at Mikkel's feet, and kissing the top of both. This is the end of your wrestling career, and your family's dynasty. And it ends with you, naked, submitting before a boy. You're a loser.