Your Photo on the Wall

A week later, you return to the gym, Your loss was so devastating that you couldn't bear to show your face while the competition was still going on. Your third-eldest brother, Sam, accompanies you to the gym to see how the tournament played out.

"Haven't even told me how you lost." Your redheaded brother points out as you walk through the gym doors and you try to hide your face. "Must've been bad. For your sake, I hope it wasn't too bad."

You enter the locker room and look upon the full photo wall. All of the frames are filled with many humiliating defeats, and one victory. Yours is close to the bottom, at eye-level with any who care to peruse the wall.

The image is you, naked and on your knees, holding fast to Ward's arm while he threatened to **** you out. The real focus of the image, though, is Ward's hand toying with your cock, his fingers wrapped tight around your hard shaft."

"Humiliation." Sam observes, glancing down at you in disgust.

You don't say anything. What can you say? What excuse can you give? Ward shattered your pride.

One of the fighters walks by you both on his way into the locker room, and jeers at you. "Always wondered something about you Walker boys! Did the carpet match the drapes?" He points crudely to the ginger pubes surrounding your cock in the picture. "Guess they do, huh!"

Samuel grabs you and drags you into the sink area where athletes on the run often pause to brush their teeth or have a shave. He starts to undress you in front of everybody there, and you don't resist. You're too ashamed to do so. Once he has you naked, Sam picks you up and sits your bare ass on the countertop.

"On behalf of my family, I want to apologize for letting my brother attend the tournament before he was ready. See, we thought he was a man. Turns out he's still just a little boy." Sam grabs a pair of electric clippers, and the surrounding fighters laugh at your misfortune as Sam runs the shaver through your pubes, and over your balls. You sit there in abject humiliation as Sam emasculates you in front of everybody.

Sam shaves your manhood bare. You haven't been so smooth since you were ten years old. The other fighters ridicule you even as you scramble back to the locker room with your hands cupped over your bald cock. For the next year, your nickname is 'the little boy.'