The moment had come for us to claim our prize and show our dominance over the other team. Several of the guys on my team wanted to strip naked as soon as we got to the locker room, but I told them to wait. "Patience is a virtue, guys—and I promise that you'll each be fully satisfied soon enough."
Carlos walked in a couple minutes later, followed by all eight members of his studly crew team. Just like my team, each of them looked like a male model and were muscular and built as some of the best junior rowers in the world.
Standing at 5'8", Carlos was the shortest guy in the group. With brown hair and brown eyes, his handsome face and tanned skin showed off his Costa Rican heritage. Still wearing his lycra, Carlos boasted a pretty big package in his shorts and still had an air of confidence to him. He was clearly the guy in charge of his team, so I planned on enlisting his help to begin the team's humiliation.
"Tell your team to get naked," I said. "And line up by cock size—smallest to largest."
"How the fuck would I know how big their cocks are?" Carlos asked.
"Oh, I'd be willing to bet you know," I said. "Give it your best shot and we'll get a ruler to measure."
I knew that my team had a ruler from when we'd had our cock contest, but I was also willing to bet that Carlos had a pretty good guess of how his team stacked up. And as a man of his word, he told his crew to take off their lycra and strip naked.
It was a gorgeous sight to see all eight sexy rowers strip completely naked. One by one, they exposed their sculpted chests, washboard abs, flaccid cocks, and tree-trunk legs for all to see. As some of them undressed, I could even see their big, beefy asses that I planned on fucking before the hour was over.
Carlos too stripped naked and had a good-sized dick, likely about four inches soft. He then started out sorting out his teammates by cock size. On the whole, they were a fairly well-endowed group, but there were a couple on the smaller side, and one or two were practically tiny. These two were clearly embarrassed to be the smallest on the squad, just as the two larger guys were happy to be the biggest. And one by one, they sorted themselves until all eight studs stood in a row by cock size.
"Okay," I said. "Why don't you measure each guy and introduce him to the group?"
Carlos walked over to one of the tallest guys on the team, who had the misfortune of being the least endowed. Max was a gorgeous guy from Canada who was 6'4" with bleach-blonde hair. Completely ripped and covered in muscles, he was French Canadian and hailed from Quebec, but his penis hung down just an inch and a half over a small set of balls. Even though Max was 20 years old, his penis looked like a little boy's, which Carlos quickly verified with the ruler—announcing that it was indeed just an inch and a half soft.
Next up was Jason, who was an American dude from Colorado. At 5'11" with tons of muscles, I would've expected Jason to be a well-endowed, but his flaccid penis was just two inches according to the ruler. As Carlos measured it while standing right in front of him, it was obvious that Jason's little boyhood was only half the size of his own cocky coxswain's.
Antonio was 6'2" and from the Baja Coast of Mexico, and he was next in line with a three-inch softie. Pierre was from France and had model-good looks, with shaggy brown hair, piercing green eyes, and 6'3", but his penis was also just over three inches soft, just like Antonio's.
Matteo was from Italy and had blonde hair and blue eyes. At 6'1", his flaccid cock measured in just shy of four inches, so that it was almost the same size as Carlos the coxswain. Matthew came next, and he was from Australia. With a height of 6'5", he was one of the tallest guys on the squad and boasted a respectable 4.5-inch softie.
Finally there was Riley, who was also from Canada, and grew up playing hockey. With brown hair and green eyes, Riley had washboard abs, was 5'11", and had a thick and hefty five-inch softie.
Last but certainly not least was Vincent, who was 6'6" and from Nigeria. The cock swinging between his legs was a solid six inches when fully soft—bigger than everyone on our squad other than me and Damion.
"That's quite impressive," I said, once Carlos finished measuring and introducing his lads. "But it doesn't really compare to our team."
"I doubt that is true," Carlos responded, even though he could see the pretty sizable bulges in each of our trou.
"Well, you'll find out soon enough," I replied. "But first, why don't you start sucking us off through our lycra so you can taste some ball sweat?"
Since my team hadn't yet showered, our suits were a little gross, so it was the ultimate humiliation for our rivals to have to lick and suck us off through the lycra. And as we stood proudly fully clothed, our naked rivals were forced to drop to their knees before us and humiliate themselves completely.
I tried to pair guys up to ensure maximum humiliation. Since Carlos was so cocky and arrogant, I paired him with Damion, so that he'd have one giant Irish horse cock that he'd have to suck off.
Max, who was the least-endowed guy on their squad with just a 1.5-inch softie, would now be worshiping Michael, who had the smallest cock on our team but was still far bigger than Max.
Jason from Colorado, who also had just a two-inch softie, was paired up with Juan from Southern California, who beat him by at least an inch and was ready to dominate and humiliate him.
Antonio from Mexico would have the privilege of worshiping the seven-inch dick of Diego from Spain; and Pierre from France would get to humiliate himself in front of Amri's thick and lengthy Turkish meat. I then paired up Matteo from their team, who was from Italy with a three-inch softie, with the sexy Italian Dario on our team, who had him beat by at least an inch.
Matthew from their team had a nice-looking 4.5-inch softie, but he'd now have the pleasure of worshiping my German roommate Charles, who was a full five inches soft with plenty of room to grow.
This left Riley, the Canadian hockey stud with a five-inch flaccid cock, to suck off Erick from Cote D'Iviore. And I would start by dominating the biggest and most hung stud on their squad—Vincent, from Nigeria.
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I could tell that Vincent was used to being the biggest and cockiest dude around. At 6'6" with a six-inch soft dick, he clearly had no qualms being naked in the locker room. And over a full foot taller than me, he exuded confidence and disdain for my shorter, scrawnier self.
But as soon as Vincent dropped to his knees and took a nice, long look at the bulge in my trou, I could tell that he was starting to get nervous. What was this massive snake inside my pants? he wondered. Could it possibly be real?
