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Chapter 52: A New Kind of Guys Night
Gerard: Hey, I need your help on Saturday if you're free.
Kieran: Aye, what's up?
Gerard: You'll see
Saturday:
Intrigued as to what was happening, Kieran shaved what needed and hot tailed it to Gérards house.
In the living room sat three other guys, as well as Gérard. Kieran didn't like the odds but sat down and chatted, waiting for some ladies to arrive.
After about twenty minutes of chatter among the guys, Gerard stood up and asked, "You ready?"
The guys looked at each other, confused, as they watched Gerard walk out of the room and into the hall.
They hear the door open of the understairs cupboard and a bit of a scuffle before the door being closed.
Gérard arrives at the door again and as he steps in, he pulls behind him another guy. Naked with nothing but a hood over his head and his hands cuffed behind his back.
"Stand up straight", Gérard ordered the guy.
Those in the room just look at each other. Kieran wondered, what was expected of him tonight.
"Take a good look lads, if you can see anything." Gérard says to them.
"Look at that for a small cock" he says.
"That's suppose to satisfy a woman. How many women you supposed to of satisfied with that?"
The hooded guy, shook his head.
"10?" Gérard asks. The guy shook his head.
Gérard counted down and the guy shook his head to each number. Until he got to zero. That's when the guy nodded.
Gérard laughs and now Kieran knew what was happening. The guy was into humiliation.
Gérard presses up behind the guy saying "you feel a real man's cock?" As he presses his crotch against the cuffed hands.
The guy takes a step forward, away from Gérard, but he pulls him back. "Where'd you think you're going?"
"There's a bunch of guys here laughing at your nub. Does it get any bigger when you're hard?
The guy shook his head.
"Do you look at other guys to see what a real dick looks like?"
The guy shakes his head.
"So you've never seen a real man's dick?"
Guy shakes his head.
"No?" Gérard asks a little more aggressive.
Guy shakes his head.
"You lying fucker" Gérard says.
"Let me remind you" Gérard says as his pushes the guy onto his knees.
Gérard steps in front of the guy and starts opening his belt. The guy hears the sound and shakes his head and then looks down.
Gérard pushes his jeans down to his knees, followed by his white briefs.
"Head up" he orders. But the guy refuses and shakes his head.
Gérard leans forward and tells the guy again to lift his head in a more demanding tone.
The guy obeyed.
Gérard then shoves the guys head into his crotch as the guy squirmed to stop.
Gérard laughed and pushes the guys head away again. "How was that?" He asked.
The guy did not respond.
After a moment, Gérard whips off the guys hood, giving him nothing but the view of his cock and balls.
Gérard then steps back and Kieran now can see who it is.
Naked, cuffed, gagged and on his knees was none other than Ricky.
Ricky's eyes widened when he seen Kieran.
With the history between the 2, Kieran is the last person Ricky would want to see in this situation.
But Gérard knew what he was playing at when inviting Kieran. The ultimate humiliation.
Gérard fixed himself up again, pulling up his jeans but leaving the top button and belt open.
Gérard moves Ricky to the middle of the floor and steps away. He sits on the sofa and relaxes.
Gérard points to a drawer on the side table. Kieran opens it to see a selection of whips and paddles. He takes them out of the drawer and throws them on the floor in front of Ricky. Letting him know what's coming next.
Kieran stood behind Ricky and pushed him over. Now on his knees and face on the floor, left a perfect position.
A loud slap filled the room, followed by a pain cry. Gérard looked over and see's the perfect red hand of Ulster on Ricky's arse. He knew Kieran had some payback and wasted no time.
Conor stepped forward, picks up a paddle and took aim for the same red handprint.
3 slaps later and Ricky lays flat on the floor. Conor was not impressed. He grabs Ricky by the hair and pulls him up on his knees again. He leaned him forward and then rests him over the coffee table.
Conor now starts on the other cheek. Spanking it several times.
Ricky's left foot took a fit of shaking and Gérard stops the show. Ricky exercised his safe word motion.
Gérard makes his way to the side table again, then back to Ricky. He kneels behind him and fidget a bit. Some uneasy groans come from Ricky and his face squints. That only meant one thing.
Gérard moved away to show all that Ricky now has a tail. A silicon pointed tail, pointing upwards like a dogs. Now he's in a room of guys with a buttplug up his arse.
Gérard leaves the room and goes to the kitchen. Arriving back with beers for his guests.
Gérard moves Ricky over in front of the sofa while he makes himself comfortable by taking a seat. Gérard lifts his legs and rests them on Ricky's back.
After a few moments, Conor sits next to Gérard and does the same.
"Tiny Dick, you want some beer?" Conor asks.
Ricky nods. Conor moves down beside Ricky and slides out the ball gag. Then he pours some beer onto the floor.
"There you go. Drink up!"
Laughter comes from the other guys as he starts licking the floor"
Time passed of the guys sitting around, using Ricky as a foot stool and a spankee. Until Gérard decides to call it a night. Gérard stands Ricky up and then goes on his own knees. With an object in his hands, he starts fiddling with Ricky's cock and balls. Ricky hestitating the actions to then be held by 2 of the guys. Ricky looks down to see Gérard putting on some sort of contraption.
When he finally gets a better look, he now can see his cock is in some sort of a cage.
He didn't see for long, as Gérard stands up and moves in closer and closer. Both their lips touch. Ricky moves his head back, away. But Gérard moves it back in and continues kissing. Ricky did not return the kissing and screwed up his face until it was over.
Gérard then pushes him out the room, Undid his cuffs and left him to get dressed.
In the kitchen, Gérard goes up to Kieran as they laugh about everything that unfolded tonight. Gérard handed Kieran a worn out, old pair of boxers. Neither said anything about them as Kierans instinct told him, they were Ricky's.
Conor eyes this from the other end of the kitchen.
Gerard: Hey, I need your help on Saturday if you're free.
Kieran: Aye, what's up?
Gerard: You'll see
Saturday:
Intrigued as to what was happening, Kieran shaved what needed and hot tailed it to Gérards house.
In the living room sat three other guys, as well as Gérard. Kieran didn't like the odds but sat down and chatted, waiting for some ladies to arrive.
After about twenty minutes of chatter among the guys, Gerard stood up and asked, "You ready?"
The guys looked at each other, confused, as they watched Gerard walk out of the room and into the hall.
They hear the door open of the understairs cupboard and a bit of a scuffle before the door being closed.
Gérard arrives at the door again and as he steps in, he pulls behind him another guy. Naked with nothing but a hood over his head and his hands cuffed behind his back.
"Stand up straight", Gérard ordered the guy.
Those in the room just look at each other. Kieran wondered, what was expected of him tonight.
"Take a good look lads, if you can see anything." Gérard says to them.
"Look at that for a small cock" he says.
"That's suppose to satisfy a woman. How many women you supposed to of satisfied with that?"
The hooded guy, shook his head.
"10?" Gérard asks. The guy shook his head.
Gérard counted down and the guy shook his head to each number. Until he got to zero. That's when the guy nodded.
Gérard laughs and now Kieran knew what was happening. The guy was into humiliation.
Gérard presses up behind the guy saying "you feel a real man's cock?" As he presses his crotch against the cuffed hands.
The guy takes a step forward, away from Gérard, but he pulls him back. "Where'd you think you're going?"
"There's a bunch of guys here laughing at your nub. Does it get any bigger when you're hard?
The guy shook his head.
"Do you look at other guys to see what a real dick looks like?"
The guy shakes his head.
"So you've never seen a real man's dick?"
Guy shakes his head.
"No?" Gérard asks a little more aggressive.
Guy shakes his head.
"You lying fucker" Gérard says.
"Let me remind you" Gérard says as his pushes the guy onto his knees.
Gérard steps in front of the guy and starts opening his belt. The guy hears the sound and shakes his head and then looks down.
Gérard pushes his jeans down to his knees, followed by his white briefs.
"Head up" he orders. But the guy refuses and shakes his head.
Gérard leans forward and tells the guy again to lift his head in a more demanding tone.
The guy obeyed.
Gérard then shoves the guys head into his crotch as the guy squirmed to stop.
Gérard laughed and pushes the guys head away again. "How was that?" He asked.
The guy did not respond.
After a moment, Gérard whips off the guys hood, giving him nothing but the view of his cock and balls.
Gérard then steps back and Kieran now can see who it is.
Naked, cuffed, gagged and on his knees was none other than Ricky.
Ricky's eyes widened when he seen Kieran.
With the history between the 2, Kieran is the last person Ricky would want to see in this situation.
But Gérard knew what he was playing at when inviting Kieran. The ultimate humiliation.
Gérard fixed himself up again, pulling up his jeans but leaving the top button and belt open.
Gérard moves Ricky to the middle of the floor and steps away. He sits on the sofa and relaxes.
Gérard points to a drawer on the side table. Kieran opens it to see a selection of whips and paddles. He takes them out of the drawer and throws them on the floor in front of Ricky. Letting him know what's coming next.
Kieran stood behind Ricky and pushed him over. Now on his knees and face on the floor, left a perfect position.
A loud slap filled the room, followed by a pain cry. Gérard looked over and see's the perfect red hand of Ulster on Ricky's arse. He knew Kieran had some payback and wasted no time.
Conor stepped forward, picks up a paddle and took aim for the same red handprint.
3 slaps later and Ricky lays flat on the floor. Conor was not impressed. He grabs Ricky by the hair and pulls him up on his knees again. He leaned him forward and then rests him over the coffee table.
Conor now starts on the other cheek. Spanking it several times.
Ricky's left foot took a fit of shaking and Gérard stops the show. Ricky exercised his safe word motion.
Gérard makes his way to the side table again, then back to Ricky. He kneels behind him and fidget a bit. Some uneasy groans come from Ricky and his face squints. That only meant one thing.
Gérard moved away to show all that Ricky now has a tail. A silicon pointed tail, pointing upwards like a dogs. Now he's in a room of guys with a buttplug up his arse.
Gérard leaves the room and goes to the kitchen. Arriving back with beers for his guests.
Gérard moves Ricky over in front of the sofa while he makes himself comfortable by taking a seat. Gérard lifts his legs and rests them on Ricky's back.
After a few moments, Conor sits next to Gérard and does the same.
"Tiny Dick, you want some beer?" Conor asks.
Ricky nods. Conor moves down beside Ricky and slides out the ball gag. Then he pours some beer onto the floor.
"There you go. Drink up!"
Laughter comes from the other guys as he starts licking the floor"
Time passed of the guys sitting around, using Ricky as a foot stool and a spankee. Until Gérard decides to call it a night. Gérard stands Ricky up and then goes on his own knees. With an object in his hands, he starts fiddling with Ricky's cock and balls. Ricky hestitating the actions to then be held by 2 of the guys. Ricky looks down to see Gérard putting on some sort of contraption.
When he finally gets a better look, he now can see his cock is in some sort of a cage.
He didn't see for long, as Gérard stands up and moves in closer and closer. Both their lips touch. Ricky moves his head back, away. But Gérard moves it back in and continues kissing. Ricky did not return the kissing and screwed up his face until it was over.
Gérard then pushes him out the room, Undid his cuffs and left him to get dressed.
In the kitchen, Gérard goes up to Kieran as they laugh about everything that unfolded tonight. Gérard handed Kieran a worn out, old pair of boxers. Neither said anything about them as Kierans instinct told him, they were Ricky's.
Conor eyes this from the other end of the kitchen.
Chapter 53: Cage Fighter
Wednesday
Big Rod woke late, after another night of dealings around town. He looked at his phone and ignored all texts. Still not ready to get up, he lays on, scrolling through Facebook and instagram, liking any post of girls in bikinis or tight sexy gym clothes. And on occasion, followed them or sent a friends request. Once his stomach started to rumble, he knew it was time to get up and get breakfast. His wife was at work so he had the place to himself.
He lifted the mail from the floor at the front door and made his way to the kitchen and made himself a coffee.
He takes his coffee and mail into the living room to relax.
He opened a letter and pulled out a key. Confused, he then pulls out a note:
"This is the key to the small leash I told you to put on him."
This did not register for Rod and sat confused for a few moments trying to figure it out. He couldn't. He left it on the sofa to show his wife when she gets home.
When he showed this to his wife, she to had no idea what it was or meant.
Rod then throws it in the bin, couldn't care at this point as to what it was all about.
Saturday
Ricky landed to Gérards house without a heads up. He wanted his cage removed. A week was long enough for him and wanted to wank so badly.
Gérard laughed when Ricky asked for the key and when he could speak, says, "I don't have it"
Ricky: "wha?"
Gerard: "I don't have it"
Ricky: "Where is it?"
Gerard: "Your boss has it"
Ricky: "Who's that?"
Gerard: "Do you have more than one?"
Ricky: "Just fucking tell me"
Gerard laughs: "Your brother! "
Ricky faces drop, "are you fucking kidding me." He says aggressively.
Gérard grabs him by the balls and pushes him against the wall. "Right, don't forget, you're the one who broke into my house and stole my wallet. Your boss had to come and clean your mess for you. You came to me looking for a favour. Now it's time for your boss to clean up your mess again."
He let's go of Ricky and steps back laughing. Then says, "I'm not kidding, Rod has the key."
Ricky storms out of the house. He sits in the car, thinking about his next move.
He has no choice but to pay his brother a visit.
Rod was in the shower when Ricky showed up. It gave Ricky a few minutes to look for a key, but to no avail. He needed to wait for Rod to come downstairs.
After his shower, Rod heard the TV on downstairs. He knew it was too early for his wife to be back. He dried himself and wrapped a towel around himself to head downstairs.
He peeked around the door and saw Ricky sitting there. "Oh, it's you," he said. He turned and went upstairs to get dressed.
He came down again and relaxed in the living room with his brother.
Ricky, feeling uneasy and nervous, sat in silence, trying to figure out how to ask his brother about the key.
This feeling of unease constantly reminded him that he needed to.
Eventually, he did.
Ricky, "You seen that Gerard wan much"
Rod, "Naw, not since then"
Ricky, "ah right. Same."
A confused Ricky sat wondering.
Ricky, "You didnt see a key about did ye?"
Rod, "what kinda key"
Ricky, "just a small one for a lock"
Rod, "naw i didnt"
Awkward silence fell on Ricky. Conversation stopped. He's going to have to bring it up again.
Just a minute later, he says "Just can't find a key, thought i left it here."
Rod, "Naw didnt find any. Whats it for?"
Rick, "Just one of those cash boxes"
Rod, "much in it?"
Rick, "not alot, but" irony at its finest, he thought.
Rod, "I'll ask the misses when she gets in"
Confused about the whereabouts of the key, knowing Gérard said that he give it to Rodney.
As they sat watching TV and Ricky constantly readjusting himself.
He knew he had to tell him the craic. Just his stomach was turning.
Rodney then remembered.
Rod, "Wait"
Ricky looked over
Rod, "I did get a random key in the post the other day"
Ricky, "Yeah, where is it?"
Rod, "In the bin"
Ricky, "what?"
Rod, "What, i didn't know what it was for"
Ricky, "Fuck sake"
Rod looks at him annoyed
Rod, "I didnt fucking know. I couldnt give a fuck either. I didn't know what it was for."
Then he remembered the note
Rod, "there was a note with it, saying something about a small leash"
Ricky didn't respond. He was so pissed off now about the key. He didn't know what to do. Key was gone. "How the fuck am i getting this off now." He thought.
He couldn't go another restless night with it on. It was harder to control his hardons at night especially when it's been sometime since he had wanked. A light breeze give him wood at this stage.
He left Rods house and thought his only option was Kieran.
Kieran opens the door and see that it's Ricky. Ricky walks in without an invitation and saying "I need this fucking thing off."
Kieran hadn't a clue what he meant nor did he know the cage was still on. So he asked.
Without saying anything, Ricky looked down at himself and Kieran knew from that.
Kieran, "Right, where's the key?"
Ricky, "fucking dickhead Gérard sent it to Rod and he threw it out"
Kieran laughed. He had no idea that Gérard did that. But thought it was a genius move for the ultimate humiliation and in his own way, payback for the robbery.
Kieran, "Well there's nothing I can do"
Ricky, "Oh c'mon. There's got to be."
Kieran really didn't want to do this but knew he had to.
Kieran, "ugh right then......... let's have a look."
Ricky hesitated but knew he had to. He lowered his jogging bottoms and boxers to half way on his thighs.
Kieran leaned down for a look. Clearly seeing the lock was on the top and base of the shaft and the cage was only made out of plastic.
The best option here now was to cut the lock. Unfortunately of that didn't work, they'll need to cut the cage.
But Kieran didn't have anything at home that would cut open a metal lock. But he knew where he could get something.
He told Ricky to fix himself up and both got into Keirans car.
They arrived at Kierans dad's house. The garage was closed so he knew his dad wasn't working.
Both entered the garage and Kieran takes a few minutes to look for a bolt cutter.
Once found, Kieran goes up to Ricky, "ready?"
Ricky, "yeah, go for it" as he drops his bottoms and boxers again.
To do this with the utmost care and best viewing angle, Kieran got to his knees. He fiddled with the lock to get it into a good position and then brings the bolt cutter to it.
The garage door slides open at this point. What felt like slow motion for them both, was actually the fastest they moved.
Kierans dad was stood in the doorway, frozen at the scene he is witnessing in his garage, involving his son.
Wednesday
Big Rod woke late, after another night of dealings around town. He looked at his phone and ignored all texts. Still not ready to get up, he lays on, scrolling through Facebook and instagram, liking any post of girls in bikinis or tight sexy gym clothes. And on occasion, followed them or sent a friends request. Once his stomach started to rumble, he knew it was time to get up and get breakfast. His wife was at work so he had the place to himself.
He lifted the mail from the floor at the front door and made his way to the kitchen and made himself a coffee.
He takes his coffee and mail into the living room to relax.
He opened a letter and pulled out a key. Confused, he then pulls out a note:
"This is the key to the small leash I told you to put on him."
This did not register for Rod and sat confused for a few moments trying to figure it out. He couldn't. He left it on the sofa to show his wife when she gets home.
When he showed this to his wife, she to had no idea what it was or meant.
Rod then throws it in the bin, couldn't care at this point as to what it was all about.
Saturday
Ricky landed to Gérards house without a heads up. He wanted his cage removed. A week was long enough for him and wanted to wank so badly.
Gérard laughed when Ricky asked for the key and when he could speak, says, "I don't have it"
Ricky: "wha?"
Gerard: "I don't have it"
Ricky: "Where is it?"
Gerard: "Your boss has it"
Ricky: "Who's that?"
Gerard: "Do you have more than one?"
Ricky: "Just fucking tell me"
Gerard laughs: "Your brother! "
Ricky faces drop, "are you fucking kidding me." He says aggressively.
Gérard grabs him by the balls and pushes him against the wall. "Right, don't forget, you're the one who broke into my house and stole my wallet. Your boss had to come and clean your mess for you. You came to me looking for a favour. Now it's time for your boss to clean up your mess again."
He let's go of Ricky and steps back laughing. Then says, "I'm not kidding, Rod has the key."
Ricky storms out of the house. He sits in the car, thinking about his next move.
He has no choice but to pay his brother a visit.
Rod was in the shower when Ricky showed up. It gave Ricky a few minutes to look for a key, but to no avail. He needed to wait for Rod to come downstairs.
After his shower, Rod heard the TV on downstairs. He knew it was too early for his wife to be back. He dried himself and wrapped a towel around himself to head downstairs.
He peeked around the door and saw Ricky sitting there. "Oh, it's you," he said. He turned and went upstairs to get dressed.
He came down again and relaxed in the living room with his brother.
Ricky, feeling uneasy and nervous, sat in silence, trying to figure out how to ask his brother about the key.
This feeling of unease constantly reminded him that he needed to.
Eventually, he did.
Ricky, "You seen that Gerard wan much"
Rod, "Naw, not since then"
Ricky, "ah right. Same."
A confused Ricky sat wondering.
Ricky, "You didnt see a key about did ye?"
Rod, "what kinda key"
Ricky, "just a small one for a lock"
Rod, "naw i didnt"
Awkward silence fell on Ricky. Conversation stopped. He's going to have to bring it up again.
Just a minute later, he says "Just can't find a key, thought i left it here."
Rod, "Naw didnt find any. Whats it for?"
Rick, "Just one of those cash boxes"
Rod, "much in it?"
Rick, "not alot, but" irony at its finest, he thought.
Rod, "I'll ask the misses when she gets in"
Confused about the whereabouts of the key, knowing Gérard said that he give it to Rodney.
As they sat watching TV and Ricky constantly readjusting himself.
He knew he had to tell him the craic. Just his stomach was turning.
Rodney then remembered.
Rod, "Wait"
Ricky looked over
Rod, "I did get a random key in the post the other day"
Ricky, "Yeah, where is it?"
Rod, "In the bin"
Ricky, "what?"
Rod, "What, i didn't know what it was for"
Ricky, "Fuck sake"
Rod looks at him annoyed
Rod, "I didnt fucking know. I couldnt give a fuck either. I didn't know what it was for."
Then he remembered the note
Rod, "there was a note with it, saying something about a small leash"
Ricky didn't respond. He was so pissed off now about the key. He didn't know what to do. Key was gone. "How the fuck am i getting this off now." He thought.
He couldn't go another restless night with it on. It was harder to control his hardons at night especially when it's been sometime since he had wanked. A light breeze give him wood at this stage.
He left Rods house and thought his only option was Kieran.
Kieran opens the door and see that it's Ricky. Ricky walks in without an invitation and saying "I need this fucking thing off."
Kieran hadn't a clue what he meant nor did he know the cage was still on. So he asked.
Without saying anything, Ricky looked down at himself and Kieran knew from that.
Kieran, "Right, where's the key?"
Ricky, "fucking dickhead Gérard sent it to Rod and he threw it out"
Kieran laughed. He had no idea that Gérard did that. But thought it was a genius move for the ultimate humiliation and in his own way, payback for the robbery.
Kieran, "Well there's nothing I can do"
Ricky, "Oh c'mon. There's got to be."
Kieran really didn't want to do this but knew he had to.
Kieran, "ugh right then......... let's have a look."
Ricky hesitated but knew he had to. He lowered his jogging bottoms and boxers to half way on his thighs.
Kieran leaned down for a look. Clearly seeing the lock was on the top and base of the shaft and the cage was only made out of plastic.
The best option here now was to cut the lock. Unfortunately of that didn't work, they'll need to cut the cage.
But Kieran didn't have anything at home that would cut open a metal lock. But he knew where he could get something.
He told Ricky to fix himself up and both got into Keirans car.
They arrived at Kierans dad's house. The garage was closed so he knew his dad wasn't working.
Both entered the garage and Kieran takes a few minutes to look for a bolt cutter.
Once found, Kieran goes up to Ricky, "ready?"
Ricky, "yeah, go for it" as he drops his bottoms and boxers again.
To do this with the utmost care and best viewing angle, Kieran got to his knees. He fiddled with the lock to get it into a good position and then brings the bolt cutter to it.
The garage door slides open at this point. What felt like slow motion for them both, was actually the fastest they moved.
Kierans dad was stood in the doorway, frozen at the scene he is witnessing in his garage, involving his son.
