You may have gotten lucky, but there’s no way you can come back from this. Surrender to Erik.

Your knees shake. Your cock is obscenely hard and barely contained by your briefs. Your breathing is heavy and ragged. Despite your miraculous escape, you find that the feeling of triumph is short-lived, and soon replaced with dread. Erik is still smiling smugly, and barely panting. Clearly there’s no way that you could possibly turn this around… Not without your heart in the fight.

You elect to suffer defeat on your own terms. Your hands quiver slightly as they grasp your own waistband, and you pull down your briefs. Erik watches expectantly. Once you swipe them off your ankles and stand before him totally naked, he walks right up to you, extends his index finger and drags it up the underside of your stiff cock before holding it in front of your face. He points his finger down to the floor.

You get the message, and sink down onto your knees.

“Repeat after me.” It isn’t a request, but a demand. It makes you shiver. You nod your head wordlessly.

“I surrender my manhood to Erik.”

You swallow, and speak. “I… surrender my manhood to Erik.”

“Erik makes my willy rock-hard.”

You groan, but capitulate. “Erik makes my willy rock-hard…”

Erik’s grin turns downright predatory. “As a penalty forfeit for losing, I agree to sit here on my knees like a good boy and let Erik wank me off.”

Your eyes widen. This is a humiliation you’ll never recover from. But… it was your choice to submit. “As a penalty forfeit for losing, I agree to sit here on my knees like a good boy and let Erik wank me off…”

Erik requires no further invitation. He settles in behind you and once again his hand closes around your penis. Your whole body twitches in anticipation. He whispers in your ear, “should’ve just let me capture your cock earlier. That little escape attempt is about to get you milked, gay boy. Now get your hands behind your head. I want them out of my way.”

There’s nothing left to do but obey. You put your hands up and surrender your penis to Erik’s dominating grasp.

Your wanking is a total humiliation. He strokes your cock with one hand and whips your naked ass with your own briefs using the other. You whimper and yelp, and the whole while he whispers ridicule into your ear. Just as you cum and open your mouth to moan your final submission, your cry of **** pleasure is muffled by a musky wad of fabric held over your nose and mouth; your own underwear.

Your cock erupts, spilling your seed all over your chest, stomach, and the base of your penis. Your shamed cock continues to drip from the tip as Erik mops the cum off your chest and belly with your underwear.

“It was a good attempt, gay boy.” Erik coos and soothes as he uses your briefs to dab every drop of cum off of you. “Maybe next time we should have you compete against my little brother. You’d be more evenly matched.”

You open your mouth to protest the comparison, as he knew you would. Erik shoves your cum-soaked briefs into your mouth. Groaning at this final insult, you collapse onto your back. You’re naked, milked, and thoroughly defeated. Erik plucks this undies from your mouth and smirks down at you. “Anything else to add before we wrap this up?”

You can’t even muster up the courage to fake bravado at this point. “I’ll… try my luck with your little bro next time.”