Page 67 of The Haunting Plot

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.