He's Practically Already Won. Beg for Mercy...

As you sit there trying to wriggle out of Erik's headlock, feeling him make a total mockery of your dick, you realize that you chose the wrong path in this challenge, and there's no way out of it.

"Get... Offa me!" You protest, and he finally lets up and releases you, but not before giving your balls another squeeze.

"Fine, fine, let's play our last game."

You shake your head. "I can't beat you. I know I can't. I wanna surrender. If I do, will you go easy on me?" You realize how pathetic you sound, but what choice do you have? You're about to end up with your cock in chains if you don't try something, and what could be more humiliating than that?

Erik laughs, of course. "Are you begging? Come on. You can beg better than that."

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you crawl down onto your hands and knees in front of him. You sit back on your knees, showing your cock and balls in a gesture of submission with your hands behind your back. "Please, please have mercy." You beg, as you watch Erik pick up the chain. "Please don't do it! Please, don't!" You continue to plead, growing ****.

"Please don't what?" Erik asks innocently, spinning the chain in his hand nonchalantly. He wants to hear you say it.

"Please don't chain up my dick. I'm sorry I challenged you. I surrender!"

Erik grabs you by your hair and drags you to your feet. Turning you around, he uses the chain to bind your wrists behind your back. You're surprised, but can't say it before Erik manages to stuff your briefs in your mouth, effectively gagging you.

"Alright, bitch. We're going for a little ride." Erik whispers into your ear ominously. Dragging you into the garage, he pops the trunk of his car, and tosses you in.