Bump! @Str8der i hope one day you will continue as i loved this story and been missing it. Otherwise i hope you are well!
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.
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