16. Sawyer
SAWYER
Ithink my dick is stuck inside this thing.
After I followed Raven’s instructions and made myself come, I tried for several minutes to get this thing off, but it’s useless.
I figured I needed to wait till my dick deflated, but no matter how hard I try, it’s not budging.
All the lube and cum made everything so slick that the skin from one of my nuts got caught in it.
After twenty minutes of tugging—and not the good kind—I pull out my phone and call Hardy, relieved he answers after two rings. “I need help.”
“Hey, Chief. Everything ok?”
“I need you to come over. And bring the Dremel.”
“You leave yours at Raven’s?” he asks, confusion coloring his voice.
“Bring the diamond blade,” I bark, my patience growing thin.
“We breaking into a safe? You’re not asking me to break the law, are you?”
“Just get your ass over here and don’t tell anyone.” I end the call and toss my phone on the couch next to me.
Ten minutes later, I answer a knock on my door to three smug faces. Hardy, Mike, and RJ push their way into my house. “I thought I said not to tell anyone,” I mutter as Hardy passes me.
“You were on speaker when you called,” Hardy says.
“When the chief needs help, we come runnin’,” Mike says in his Irish lilt.
Hardy puts his hands on his hips, a scowl creasing his face. “So what’s the problem? What are we cutting?”
I blow out a deep breath. “I’m not sure how to tell you this, so I’m just gonna say it. I have a titanium cock ring stuck on my dick.”
The room is silent for several beats as the guys look at each other, then break into a fit of laughter.
“Not it,” RJ says.
Hardy points at Mike. “I think Mike should have the honors.”
“RJ’s the probie here,” Mike complains. “The honor should be his.”
“No offense, but I don’t want to look at my sister’s boyfriend’s dick.”
Something flutters in my chest at his words. “Did she call me her boyfriend?”
RJ looks at me apologetically. “No. It was easier than saying ‘the guy who wants to bone my sister.’”
“This is fucking humiliating.”
“My vote is also for Mike,” RJ says.
“Why me?” Mike asks.
“Your dick is pierced. I figure you know more about metal and dicks than any of us,” Hardy says.
“Feckin’ hell,” Mike groans.
“That’s some sound logic,” RJ agrees.
Mike looks at Hardy. “How do you know my dick is pierced?”
Hardy scratches the back of his neck. “Lucy told Bella when you two first started hooking up.”
Mike’s face quirks into a smile before he shakes his head. “My piercings don’t qualify me to look at the chief’s dick.”
“I don’t need you to look at it. I need you to get this thing off.”
RJ laughs harder. “I’m not getting anything off.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Pretty sure you want us to look at your dick while we’re operating a saw near it,” Hardy says.
“Rudy’s pretty friendly with one of the nurses at the hospital. Want us to take you in?” Mike asks.
“They can’t help me. It’s titanium. They don’t have the tools to cut through it like we do.”
“I never thought I’d say these words to you, Chief, but whip it out. We need to see what we’re working with,” Hardy says.
There are a couple of snickers, but I give them all the death glare. “This doesn’t leave this house. Understand?”
They all nod, and I slowly pull my pants and boxers down.
Mike winces. “That looks like a feckin’ angry wee man.”
“Don’t use the word ‘wee’ to describe my dick.”
Mike holds up his hands. “Sorry, Chief. Nothing wee about that one. Big and proper manly. I’ll shut up now.”
“Why is it so red?” RJ asks.
Hardy leans in. “Holy shit. What am I looking at here? Is that one of your nuts in there? That looks like it hurts. Does it hurt?”
“Yes, it fucking hurts,” I snap as I stuff myself back in my pants. “Somebody do something about it.”
They all look at each other and lift a finger to their noses.
Hardy’s the last one, and he sulks out of the room, heading back out the front door.
I look after him, hoping he’s retrieving the tools we need as I turn away from the open door.
“Not sure I want the one with the slowest reflexes cutting this off my dick.”
Hardy walks back in, holding the Dremel with a defeated look.
I point at RJ and Mike. “You two idiots better keep quiet about this.”
RJ shakes his head, humor on his face. “I think my sister’s rubbing off on you.”
Mike elbows him. “Better than him rubbin’ one off on ’er.”
RJ smacks him in the gut. “Gross, man, that’s my sister.”
“Sorry, pal.”
Hardy sighs as he squats in front of me. “Let’s get this over with.”
“That’s it, Hardy, get on your knees for the chief,” RJ says through snickers.
“That’s one way to get that promotion, man,” Mike adds.
Hardy rolls his eyes. “Fuck off.”
I look down at him. “Do you have any water? Something to slide under the ring to act as a guard? You’re not getting near me until you’re fully prepared. I know you’ve done this before. What the fuck, man?”
“Yeah, but never on a dick. Honestly, I was hoping that you’d chicken out before it got that far.”
“Jesus Christ,” I groan as I drop my head into my hands.
“On it!” RJ says as he leaves the room. I hope he comes back better prepared.
“What’s going on in here?”
My head whips around to see Rudy standing in the doorway, a cocky smile teasing his lips. As he steps closer, his eyes ping-pong back and forth between Hardy on his knees and my open pants.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I bark.
Rudy holds his hands up in defense, a placating look on his face. “Mike texted that he needed backup, and I was in the area. What the fuck is happening here?” He glances down at Hardy.
Hardy stands. “This isn’t what it looks like. Chief has a problem, and I was just helping.”
Rudy and Mike burst into laughter.
I groan, scrubbing a hand down my face. “For fuck’s sake. I got my dick stuck in a titanium cock ring. Everything was fine until I was cleaning up after and it slipped, and one of my balls got tangled in it.”
“And since it’s titanium, the hospital’s not an option,” Rudy says knowingly.
“Yeah. I just need this thing off my dick.”
Rudy props his hands on his hips, bending at the waist. “Lemme see it.” I freeze, and it takes him several seconds before his eyes flick to mine. “What?”
“Just cuz you’re fucking half of the nursing staff doesn’t mean you’re qualified to weigh in here.”
“No, but someone needs to check to see if you busted a nut.”
“Oh, he busted a nut alright,” Mike says as the guys dissolve into laughter.
“Sorry, poor choice of words. I meant we should check to make sure you didn’t rupture a testicle. Otherwise, we’re gonna need to move this party to the ER.”
“If I ruptured it, I’d be in too much pain to have this ridiculous conversation.”
“Fair. What’s your pain level?”
“Physically or emotionally?” Rudy gives me a stern look, and I sigh. “A four. I think my pride is hurt more than anything. I wasn’t prepared to show the four of you my dick.”
I pull down the waistband of my boxers so he can see the ring stuck at the base.
“Jesus Christ! Is that…” He leans in closer, and I groan. “Okay, I see what’s going on here. Both of your jewels are still dangling, but the skin from your left one is all twisted in there. That’s why you can’t pull it off.”
“Pull it off,” RJ snickers.
Rudy straightens, looking at the guys. “You do realize this is a four-person job, right? You see the size of that ring? It’s gonna take a while to cut through that, and it’ll heat up from all the friction, so we’ll need to stop and cool it down.”
He starts barking orders, and together they round up the supplies. I’m surprised yet thankful that Rudy, the youngest of the four, is the voice of reason.
It takes two hours of humiliating torture to cut this thing off my dick. Each of the guys takes turns with the Dremel, chipping away at it until the heat from the friction gets uncomfortable, and they have to douse my dick in water to cool it down.
“This isn’t how I wanted to spend my evening,” I groan as Rudy wrenches the cock ring free and I breathe a sigh of relief.
There’s a loud knock at the door, and I glance between the guys.
“Expecting someone else?” Rudy asks.
I look at Mike, who holds his palms up. “I only texted Rudy.”
Hardy shakes his head. “Don’t look at me. My hands have been full.”
The guys break into laughter, and my eyes dart to RJ right as Raven’s voice comes from the other side of my front door. “Sawyer? Open up.”
“Did you text her?” I hiss through gritted teeth.
“Sorry. I figured she was pranking you. I congratulated her.”
The door clicks open, and their heads swivel in that direction. Raven stands in the doorway unmoving. It’s pouring rain, and thunder cracks loudly right as lightning strikes behind her, illuminating her silhouette. There’s a manic look on her face, like she’s pissed.
RJ screams, nearly jumping in Mike’s arms.
“Feckin’ eejit. It’s your sister.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Raven demands.
I groan, dropping my head back on the couch. Just when I thought I was making progress with her, this happens. Because of course it fucking does.
Raven’s voice gets closer. “Oh my God. Why is your dick out? And why does it look like that?”
My eyes pop open, and I glance down, silently cursing as I gingerly stuff myself back in my pants. This isn’t how I wanted her to see my dick for the first time.
No one says anything. She looks around the room, finally taking in the sight before her. The Dremel. The cock ring in two pieces on the table. What’s left of my pride bleeding out before her.
“Can you guys give us a minute?” I say, looking around the room. There are a few grumbles as they disappear into the kitchen.
I motion for Raven to take a seat next to me on the couch as I blow out a deep breath and lean forward. Propping my elbows on my thighs, I drop my head in shame. “Raven, I—”
“Got a titanium cock ring stuck on your dick and were afraid to tell me?” she asks, placing a hand on my thigh.
It takes entirely too much effort to look at her, but I do. When our eyes meet, I’m stunned by the way she’s looking at me. Her eyes are hungrily raking me in like I’m the last piece of candy in the trick-or-treat bowl.
She looks behind her quickly, probably checking to see if anyone’s listening, then turns back to me, dropping her voice. “This is probably the sexiest thing a guy has done for me.”
A loud bark of a laugh escapes me, and I cover my mouth with my hand as if that could contain the embarrassing sound. “I’m sorry, come again?”
“I could.”
“You could what?”
“Come again.”
The breath that escapes me is a cross between a laugh and a huff as I blink at her in confusion. “Are you fucking with me right now?”
“No. I’m serious. No one has ever been this desperate to please me that they’d be willing to go to these lengths to hide their humiliation from me.”
“Are you seriously turned on by my humiliation?”
She nods. “Does that scare you?”
I take a second to think about her question, mulling it over. “Nothing about you scares me.”
“Stop talking dirty to me when my brother is in the next room.” She flashes me a smile. It’s dangerous, almost menacing, yet entirely her and so fucking captivating. Her eyes darken as they do a slow perusal of my body. I would do anything to keep her looking at me like this.
I lean in slightly, my voice low. Husky. “Are you finally ready to admit there’s something here? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep that look on your face.”
“Nothing?” She arches an eyebrow.
“Nothing. But my dick probably needs some time to recover from the events of tonight.”