"Dad growled as he took her leash and I walked through the front doors of the doss house. They were expecting us because I counted six men with drawn ...lasters. I smiled and crossed to the toad faced man sitting at a back table. I set the bag on the table and opened it before reaching in. I pulled out a half dozen mega credit pads and dropped them on the table.I knew men and they were all focused on the pads on the table. I reached into the bag again only this time my hand came out with a. As they headed down the road they held hands, and talked. Megan noticed Austin's hand was a bit sweaty, and shakey, but when confronted about it, he said he was just excited to celebrate with her, and his hand was getting to warm. Lame excuse, but Megan let go of his hand and didn't mention it again. At dinner, they talked about their days, and sipped on red wine. About halfway through dinner, Austin stopped and started to talk, "Megan, I've been thinking, and it wasn't an easy decision to come. " He laughed. "Thank you though, I do appreciate it." Without taking off the necklace, I leaned in and used my key to pull out the lock. Once sprung from it's restraint, his cock stood straight up and separated the ring from the cage, still wedged on the end of his dick. "Awe, it's stuck. " I said gently tugging at the device. Slowly pulling the cage completely off, the metal ring was still wrapped tightly around his package. I watched as his head grew right before my eyes. The thick veins. I tried to defend myself. I told her I wasn't small, that maybe I was just average, but I wasn't small. She wasn't having it. "No, your dick is tiny. What are you, 3 inches? Maybe? I've fucked guys 2 times the size of you. I've fucked guys 3 times bigger. Your best friend Brian? Yeah, he's 3 times bigger. I can't do anything with this little thing." At this point, something weird was happening. She was saying all these things about how small I was and how much bigger other guys, even my own.