Your Photo on the Wall

Your fourth eldest brother walks with you to the gym. He knows that you lost. Unlike the others, Mikey is a bit more lenient, and was actually consoling you.

"It's alright, buddy. You're still a young buck. Sometimes a young buck gets taken by surprise. I'm sure he got you in a good submission hold and just got lucky!" He tries to cheer you up. He knows that you lost... But he doesn't know how.

You two enter the locker room, and you're greeted with the sight of one picture on the wall, with your name on it. The rest of the competitors are still competing, after all. Mikey walks up with you, and both of you stare in silence at the picture.

It's a straight-on shot of Ryan straddling your face, flexing his arms while you kick your feet like a helpless boy underneath him, **** to suck on Ryan's balls with your own dick on display in the center of the frame.

"You lost... By humiliation?" He asked, glancing down at you. He's about a head taller than you, after all.

"Y-yeah." You stammer. "Please don't tell Walt. I just... I got careless. I saw a chance to win and-"

"And got teabagged in front of everybody." Mikey finished for him, glaring down at him severely.

You hang your head in shame. "... Yeah."

Mikey thought for a moment. "Walt will beat your ass senseless if he finds out, so I won't tell him. But you need to learn from this. So, I'm gonna make sure you do."

Mikey tells you what you need to do, and you try to reason with him. You tell him that you'll do better next time. He agrees with you, but doesn't relent. You need to learn the price of failure. So, finally, you agree.

You have to wait for Ryan to arrive in the locker room. When he does, you stand before him and strip yourself completely naked as Mikey watches. Ryan is intrigued, but doesn't say anything. He wants to see how this plays out.

Once naked, you fall to your knees in front of him. Other fighters are in the locker room as well, and their attention turns to your humiliating display of submission. Ryan's face splits into a cocky grin as you fall down further, onto your hands and knees. Mikey wants to look away, but forces himself to watch.

You lower yourself down even further until your belly is on the floor. Your naked cock pressed against the chilly tile of the locker room floor. Leaning forward, you kiss Ryan's feet.

"I surrender." The words taste sour in your mouth, but Ryan loves every second of it. Planting his bare foot on your equally bare ass, he flexes his arm, and points to your brother.

"Now that I've got one of the Walker boys under my foot, I'm coming for you, next! You did a shit job of training your baby bro is this is how he turned out!" He grinds his heel into your ass, just to show off. "In fact, I'd say this is as much your failure as it is his! If you've got any honor, you'll take responsibility! Bare your cock!"

The other fighters look to Mikey, who was the champion of last year's tournament. Because he never lost, none of them ever saw his dick. He earned the right to modesty. Now, that right was being called into question. From your position down on the floor, you shake your head. "Don't do it, Mikey! This was my fault! I lost! Me!"

By the gaze of the other fighters, it's clear that most of them agree with Ryan. Mikey bears responsibility.

Your heart sinks as Mikey unties the drawstring on his workout shorts and pulls them down. He's standing in his jockstrap with his thumbs in the waistband. You try to get up to stop him, but Ryan keeps you firmly under his foot.

Mikey shakes his head at your protests. "You may have lost... But I didn't train you well enough."

The locker room goes quiet and the former champion pulls his jockstrap down around his ankles. Because of your loss, your brother's penis is on display to the entire locker room. Mikey's cheeks are red as his naked manhood is exposed. Ryan isn't done with him, yet.

"Look at your precious baby brother. As if sucking my balls wasn't enough, you've got him naked and flat on his belly at my feet. Is this what the Walker family legacy is about? You can do better than just a bare dick."

Mikey, still hanging his head, pulls off his tanktop. He kicks his shorts and jock off of his feet. He'd completely naked except for the shoes and socks on his feet, and other fighters are staring in stunned silence. Ryan's wicked grin widens. "Kneel."

Mikey wants to decline, but the sight of your pathetic state has robbed him of his spirit. Even a few of the other fighters shake their heads. "You don't owe this puppy anything! Don't do it, Mikey! You're the champion!"

It's not enough. Mikey puts up his hands, and falls to his knees. Ryan finally takes his foot off of your bare butt and approaches the kneeling champion. "Like I said... I'm coming for you, next."

In one final slight against Mikey's manhood, Ryan reaches out and flicks the tip of Mikey's flaccid, defeated cock. The other fighters shake their heads in disgust as Mikey stays on his knees and takes it. Your defeat was a catastrophic one. Not only did you fail so absolutely, but even your respected brother has been reduced to a bare-cocked loser, kneeling in the locker room.