Your Photo on the Wall

Your eldest brother decided to walk you to the gym. He's already heard from everybody that you lost, but he needs to see the image for himself. You haven't even looked at it, yet. After your defeat at Rory's hands, you left the gym with your tail tucked between your legs, and didn't come back to see the rest of the tournament.

Looking up at the winner's photo, you're not surprised to see that Rory won the whole thing. He conquered you, and the rest of the gym as well. For the next year, he's the king, and you were just one of his conquests; one of the boys that wasn't strong enough to take on a man.

You and Ward study the photo wall in silence until both your eyes find your own picture. It's you, naked, kneeling, hands bound behind your back, with your red ankle-bracelet dangling obscenely from the tip of your hard cock.

"He really did whip your ass, didn't he?" Ward asks you, glancing down at you, his failure of a little brother.

"Yeah." You mumble. The whole fight had been over in less than forty-five seconds, after all.

"For the last four years, a Walker has won this tournament, Riley. Starting with me, and going all the way down to Mikey. We're champions. All of us... Except you." He says, pointing up to the portraits of various winners. Sure enough, every member of your family is up there... Except you.

You hang your head in shame, feeling the weight of your failure on your shoulders.

Another man enters; one that you recognize. He's Ward's age, and a member of the greatest rival family to your own; The Cooper family. Jack Cooper is his name, and he's grinning stupidly at Ward, who won't make eye-contact with him, for some reason.

Jack's grin only broadens. "Didn't tell your baby brother about your little side-wager, huh?"

You look towards Ward, confused. He sighs. "We made a bet. He wagered that we'd be seeing you on this wall, humiliated. I bet that we'd be seeing you up on this wall as a champion."

Jack points to your photo his fingertip resting noticeably on your exposed cock. "Doesn't look like much of a champion to me!"

Your eyes widen. "What did you bet?!"

Ward turns away, and starts to undress. He strips off his T-shirt, his basketball shorts, and his shoes. He stands there, facing away from both you and Jack in just his socks and his jock. Your eyes widen as he pulls down his jockstrap, as well.

Turning around with one hand cupped over his penis and balls, Ward holds out his jockstrap to Jack, who claims his prize. Ward's hand joins his other, desperately trying to preserve his modesty. The others in the locker room can hardly believe it. Ward, the first tournament champion... Reduced to this.

Jack holds up Ward's jock and examines it. "Y'know, it's only a champion that gets to keep his modesty. Nobody here has ever seen your bare manhood. Nor any of your brothers, except for this dumb little puppy's." He insults, jerking his thumb towards you. "I'd say it's time to change that. You've been stripped of your jockstrap, Ward. Face to music."

You watch helplessly as Ward continues to stand there, knees together, hands cupped, looking more a boy than a man. Ward glares at you, and you know that this is your fault. None of this would've happened, if you'd just done what you were supposed to do.

Ward puts his hands up, like a convict held at gun-point. His bare cock and balls are visible for all to see. Jack laughs triumphantly and pulls out his phone. Strolling up to the naked elder Walker brother, he holds his phone camera directly in front of Ward's naked manhood. "A good one for the family album." He mocks, and Ward continues to stand there with his arms raised.

You fall to your knees, shaking your head. This can't be happening. Yours is the most respected family in the competition's history. This can't be how it ends...

Sadly, it is. Ward bet more than just his jockstrap. You find out the next day that he and all of your brothers wagered that they would do all of their training in the gym butt-naked for the entire year if you lost. They are **** to follow through with their wager. As the one at fault for the family's fall from grace, and as their brother, you workout naked, as well. The five of you are mocked, ridiculed, and subjected to all kinds of mockery; from getting your bare butts slapped while you're lifting to getting your defenseless cocks tweaked and tugged while doing your core workouts.

After a month, you and your brothers can't take it anymore. You quit the gym, and leave your jockstraps piled up on the bench in the locker room. The Coopers, seeing this as their ultimate victory, have all of your jocks framed and hung up on the wall. Defeated in totality, you and your brothers leave the gym for the last time, walking home naked and disgraced.