"Oh, it's funny," he says, clearly with no regard for his own life. “Told you those crystals were a bad idea.”
"Yes, yes. You were right. You win. Could you just…I needhelp,” Roly says, gesturing angrily at his crotch.
“I can’t do anything about that right now, babe. I have to get back or else I’ll burn the fish,” Heath says, looking at the time.
I seem to be the only one who notices what's going on, so I tap Thane’s arm for him to let me down.
Approaching quietly, I ask. "Can I help with anything?"
Roly shakes his head as Heath answers. "Are you handy with a screwdriver?"
“Sure,” I say, giving him theso-sogesture.
Roly looks between my brother and me, shaking his head with even more determination. "Absolutely not"
Heath shrugs, unconcerned. “Well, you can stay in it all night if you'd prefer. But I have to get in there,” he says, pointing to the kitchen, “before I ruin dinner."
Roly clenches his jaw and tightens his fists. After a few moments of internal struggle, he finally glares in my direction. "Fine. Follow me."
Thane shoots me a quizzical eyebrow, and I lift a shoulder, no clue what I just agreed to. Only that it involves a screwdriver.
I follow Roly to their room in the back, and he shuts the door then turns around and drops his pants.
“Uh, Roly…”
"Shut up,” he says, holding out ‘the hand’. “I need you to promise not to laugh at me."
I bite back a reflexive laugh, take a deep breath, then nod. “Okay, I promise."
He takes a deep breath and starts gesturing before he even begins speaking. “Heath and I were playing aroundwithcockcages,” he says, running the words together.
“With what?” I ask, confused. Surely, he didn’t say…
He throws up his hands in frustration, then folds inward, whimpering. “Cock. Cages."
Okay, hedidsay that. I let out a surprised snort, but then pull myself together. "Can I assume something went, um,awry? With the cock cage?"
I press my fist to my mouth, waiting for his answer.
"Yeah,something went awry," he hisses. “Heath put me in this thing this morning, and it’s starting tochafe. He was busy putting together the dinner, so I went and grabbed the key, but the key snapped in the lock."
Total nightmare. My dick feels claustrophobic just thinking about it. "Have you been to the manufacturer’s website?"
He rolls his eyes. "Of course I have! And they said that I could use a flat head screwdriver to undo it.”
“Okay…"
"I can't put the screwdriver in with the key still inside."
I have a feeling I’m about to get up close and personal with Roly’s junk.
"Got it. Do the girls have some of that really sticky stuff that comes with glitter?”
“Yeah, we got some from the museum gift shop. Why?”
“Just go grab it."
He pulls up his pants and disappears for a few seconds, returning with a silver tin filled with a gelatinous, glittery substance. I actually had a similar tin at my desk when I worked for the Marshals because it becomes stiff in your hands, but when you leave it alone, it settles down and loses its form. Strange stuff, but it should work for what I have in mind.
