Your Photo on the Wall

Well, you were banished from the tournament in humiliating fashion, and returned to the gym a week later hanging your head in shame. Noah went on the win the tournament, and when you arrived at the locker room, everybody was congratulating the handsome young street fighter. The photos on the wall depict his various conquests on his way to the top, and the one depicting you shows your humiliating defeat at Noah's hands, struggling on your knees and muzzled with your own jock.

Unable to even face Noah to congratulate him, you start changing your clothes in the corner of the room, and only once you're naked does Noah approach you. He's wearing a cocky grin, and gently pushes your shoulder. "Still smelling defeat, loser?" He asks, and you, still hanging your head and weakened by defeat, just look away respectfully. He's the alpha here, and he knows it.

"Nobody lost worse than you, you know. And you were the favorite to win! What happened, anyway? How does a mighty member of the Walker family end up on his knees and gagged with his own jockies?" He continues to mock, and you catch sight of your brothers not too far away, changing into their own workout gear with shame on their faces.

"... You're stronger..." You mumble, cheeks burning with humiliation. "You beat me because you were stronger."

Mikey practically winces at your admission of inferiority, but Noah eats it up. Grinning ear to ear, he flexes and shoves you up against your locker. "Then as the stronger man, I can ask you to do anything I want... And you have to obey. Isn't that right, weakling?"

Your knees quiver slightly, and you shrug your shoulders indifferently.

He backs off and patiently folds his hands behind his back. "I think you're so defeated that you'd obey any command I give you. Even if it's one that humiliates you further. Let's see if I'm wrong. Get down on the floor. Face down, ass up. Don't worry, I won't fuck you in front of everybody... But I want them to know that I could."

Your muscles react without you telling them to. Your knees buckle, and you fall to your hands and knees under the weight of your failure. Simon's eyes widen. "Don't do it, Riley! He already beat you! Don't give him this!" They plead, naked and **** as they watch the family's honor crumble with your actions.

Noah glares down at you, on all fours, but not quite fulfilling his command.

"Do it."

Your nerve fails. Your cheek presses against the locker room floor, and you arch your back, putting your naked ass in the air.

"No..." Mikey groans with a shake of his head at the sight of his naked, prostrated, humiliated brother.

Noah throws his arm around Mikey's shoulder. "Take a look at your family legacy, Walkers. I've put this puppy in his place, and you're next. When I'm done with you, it's all over. I'm gonna own this place."

Your brothers look back and forth between them, and then back to your defeated body. "It's already over."

The rest of the fighters in the locker room gasp as Mikey and the rest of your brothers fall to their knees, naked and utterly demoralized. Noah's grin only broadens further as he laughs out loud, gathering up the jockstraps of each and every one of the famous -soon to be infamous- Walker boys.

One by one, Noah gags each one of you with the jockstraps, not caring which belongs to whom. The champion dynasty has fallen. Where once there were powerful winners and tournament champions, there's now only five redheaded boys gagged with their own jockstraps and kneeling in surrender. Noah lastly approaches you, still naked with your bottom on full display, and swats your ass. "Thanks for being such a bitch, Riley. Thanks to you, I'm the new king around here..."

His hand slips between your cheeks as he declares victory, and gently wraps around your cock and balls. Game Over.