Chapter Thirty-One
Sunday, September 17th, 2006, 8:45 pm
Ten minutes later Greg was peering down at his genitals. His c**k was now encased in a small, clear plastic tube. There were some holes where he could keep himself clean and urinate. A small brass padlock held him in place.
“OK?” Gemma asked brightly.
“I suppose so.”
“Oh, who’s Mr Grumpy then? Are we upset because our little man can’t get hard?”
Fuck off! Thought Greg. But he hated himself for thinking it – Gemma had warned him she’d tease him, after all; and he knew she’d be very, very good at teasing.
“OK, so now we know it fits – will you let me out please Gem? Where’s the key?”
“It’s safe.”
Greg looked up sharply.
“Gem, where’s the key, please?”
“It’s in a safe place I said; I knew you’d freak, so I put the keys there
