Friends To The (Rear) End 18

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Friends to the (rear) end – Chapter 18

Craftily, Ryan lost the first match on purpose. He needed to reassure Mickey about his superiority. He needed him oblivious to Ryan’s cunning plan.

"Dammit!" Ryan said, trying to sound convincingly annoyed.

"Right on!" cried Mickey. "I'm just too good at this. All right dude, time to pay up. Let's see those curlies!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." Ryan said, standing up and lowering his briefs to his knees.

Ryan walked closer to Mickey, who was still sitting on the sofa, until he was standing right in front of his friend. His pubis was now at Mickey's eye level. Mickey picked up the tweezers from the table and brought them close to Ryan's sparse, dark-brown pubic hair.

"Hmmm... where should I start? West or east?" said Mickey and giggled.

Looking down at the giggling boy holding the tweezers so close to his precious few pubic hairs, Ryan couldn't help but shiver. Even though this was all part of his plan, it was still a little scary and quite embarrassing. He had resigned himself of losing his pubes, but that didn't mean he liked the idea! This was still a terrible procedure for him and he would suffer it all the same. He forced himself to remember that the difference now -the very important difference- was that it was all happening on his own terms, and he was even going to get something out of it, to boot. His new philosophy seemed to be working: He would suffer, yes, but he would not suffer alone. He shut his eyes, bit down on his lower lip and waited for Mickey to make his pick. Goosebumps ran along his body.

Then he heard Mickey laugh. "Hey, look!" the twelve-year-old said. "It's happening again!"

Ryan looked down to see what was so amusing, and he blushed when he discovered it. His little penis was again doing what it often did when Ryan was scared: It was shrinking even further, retreating into Ryan's body. His step-sister always had a good laugh when that happened. Haley and Mickey too, of course. And even if they'd all seen it happen several times before, it was always just as amusing for them and it was always just as humiliating for Ryan.

"Well, at least that'll clear the plucking area," Mickey said and kept on laughing.

Still blushing, Ryan rolled his eyes. "All right already, you had your laugh. Now get on with it, will you?"

"Let's see... I guess we'll start from the wild, wild west! Not that wild in your case, of course."

Mickey captured one of Ryan's pubes with the tweezers - one from the left side, from Mickey's perspective. Then he slowly pulled on it, making Ryan's skin stretch outwards as it went.

"OOooOOW!" cried Ryan. "That hurts! Pull it out already!"

Mickey giggled. He held the hair as far as it could go without coming off. "Hmmm... Maybe this is a good time for some refreshing small talk. We've had such nice weather lately, haven't we? But I think it might rain tomorrow. What do you think?" he said and giggled again.

"OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE! PULL IT OOOOOUT!"

Mickey gave it a firm tug and the curly hair came off. *Pluck!*

"OOOW! SHIT! FUCK! SHIT!" Ryan said, squirming.

Mickey laughed. "So it's true that it stings, huh?"

"You bet your ass it does! Fuck!"

"No, I don't think I'll bet my ass. That's the sort of thing that you do, remember?" Mickey said, laughing. "Say, you've really been running such a dirty mouth lately, you know? I'm thinking we might have to start soaping it pretty soon."

"WHAT? You're... you're joking, right?"

"Not at all. If you keep swearing like that, I'll have to wash it. Consider yourself warned."

"B-but... C'mon dude, we swear all the time!"

"We used to swear a little and only when we were by ourselves, but I’ve noticed you've been swearing everywhere lately. Like, in front of your mom and other people. It's time we set a limit to that, don't you think?"

Ryan groaned. He knew Mickey was right. "Ok, I'll... I'll try not to swear so much, ok?"

"There you go. Now let's go back to laughing at your pubelessness! Check it out, you're one pube down and you're already starting to look... to look..."

Mickey stared at Ryan's pubic area and his smile slowly vanished.

"...exactly the same?" Mickey finished his own sentence. He realized that even though Ryan's curlies looked scarce when considered as a whole, they were still too many for one single pube to make a difference. "Geez, you still have a lot left. This is going to take forever!"

Ryan smiled. Mickey's realization was part of his plan. "Really? Oh man, that's a bummer. Well, I guess you won't be the one to turn me into a baldy after all. I mean, unless you're suggesting we change the rules or something...?"

Mickey looked up at his friend's face. "Huh? Um... yeah! That's it, I was about to suggest we change the rules! Let’s see… how about we pluck five hairs from the loser after each match, instead of just one? Or how about ten at a time?"

"Hmmm..." Ryan pretended to think it through. He had wanted Mickey to make the suggestion himself, and now he had. They had now entered the second stage of Ryan’s plan. He held a hand to his chin and made a thoughtful face, holding the pose for a few moments, all the while thinking he probably looked pretty silly standing like that with his underpants still down at knee-level, but it was necessary to sell his deceit. "All right, if that's what you want. I mean, for the sake of haste, right?"

“For the sake of hate?”

“Haste, dude. It means speed.”

"Right! That’s what I was thinking. Ok, let's carry on then!" Mickey said as he put the tweezers away and picked up the game controller.

Ryan was starting to pull up his briefs, then reconsidered: They were going to come off repeatedly in the next few minutes, anyway. He sighed, took the briefs completely off and flung them away. Now completely bottomless with the exception of his socks, he sat back on the sofa, picked up his own controller and prepared himself to... lose again on purpose.

"Win!" cried Mickey as the match ended. "Ten pubes coming right off, dude. Stand up!"

Ryan sighed as he thought that this plan had better work, if only so this part would be worth it. He stood up in front of Mickey and waited for the procedure to repeat itself. Only now it happened ten times in a row.

*Pluck!*

"OOOW!

*Pluck!*

"OOOOW! GEEZ!"

*Pluck!*

"OOOW! DAMMIT!"

*Pluck!*

"OOOOW!*

*Pluck!*

"OOW! OOW! SHIT, IT STINGS!"

*Pluck!*

"OWIEEE!"

"Heh-heh-heh, you sounded like a girl just now."

"Sh-shut up, dorkface."

*Pluck!*

*OOOW! W-wait, listen, can we take a break? We can go get some water or-*

*Pluck!*

"OOOW! FUCK!"

*Pluck!*

"OW-OW-OWWW! Oh please, was that the last one? Please say that was the last one! Plea-"

*Pluckl*

"OOOW! PLEEEAAASE!"

Mickey laughed. "Oh man, you are such a sissy!"

Ryan frowned and sniffled. "W-we'll see if you're that manly when you're on this side of the equation."

"Right. Which is going to be never. Now let’s play again!"

Ryan sat down and they played. Only this time he did not let Mickey win. It was easy to take Mickey by surprise, since he hadn't expected Ryan to know the special moves he used.

"WHAT THE...?" cried Mickey as he scrambled to stay alive in the match. He stood up from his seat and mashed the buttons desperately, trying to overcome Ryan's assault. But it was too late. He had lost the match. "NO! H-how did that happen? You must have cheated! Y-you..."

It was Ryan's turn to laugh. "Now, now, dude. What was it you said about bad losers?"

"I just... it's not possible, it's..."

"C’mon, don't look so shocked. Everyone gets lucky once in a while, right? It was just my turn to be lucky, I guess. And you were probably not playing at 100%. Actually, I think you were being a little lazy and it allowed me to get lucky for once."

"Yeah... yes, that's it. I was just being lazy. You're completely right, it will not happen again."

"Maybe not, but now you have to pay up. Get up and flash it!"

Mickey grimaced and reluctantly stood up. He had never considered that he might lose even one match, and now he was going to get plucked for it! Ryan smiled as he watched his friend pull down his pants and underwear right in front of his face (and for once, this sequence was not going to be immediately followed by Ryan's lips enveloping his friend's penis). Mickey's oversized-for-his-age dick and generous bush came into view. Ryan picked up the tweezers, smiled at Mickey's nervous face, and went to work.

*Pluck!*

"OW! Man, it does sting!"

"Told you so."

*Pluck!*

"OW!"

*Pluck!*

"Hmmf!"

*Pluck!*

"Ow!"

*Pluck!*

"Hnnn!"

*Pluck!*

"Ow."

*Pluck!*

"Ow. How many already?"

"That was seven. Why? Is it hurting too much?"

"It hurts a little. No, I asked to make sure you don't cheat. We both know you like to cheat at everything."

"Keep count, then."

*Pluck!*

"Ow."

*Pluck!*

"Hnnn."

*Pluck!*

"Hnnn. That's ten."

"Right," Ryan said. He was truly disappointed - Mickey had endured the session in a much more dignified way than Ryan. Ryan had been noticeably louder when he cried out after each hair was plucked. And he had squirmed quite a bit during the plucking, while Mickey had stood firm and had seemingly grown used to the sting rather quickly. "It... it didn't sting that much, then?"

"Not really,” Mickey said, shrugging. “I mean, sure, it was a new sensation and all, but I think I was getting used to it by the end. It was probably more embarrassing than painful. Or it would have been, if it had made any real difference in my handsome bush. But I don’t understand why you were behaving like such a baby when I plucked you. I guess it’s just more proof that you're nothing but a big sissy!"

Ryan frowned. It seemed that Mickey had felt neither real pain nor real humiliation. Just the opposite, the experience had made Mickey look manlier than Ryan, who had come off as a real crybaby. The whole plan was backfiring on him! But the endgame could still save him. He decided that he should wait no longer and immediately proceed with stage three.

"Well, sit back down then," Ryan said. "So I can beat you again."

Mickey chuckled. "That's not going to happen again, dude. Like you said, it was a stroke of dumb luck. So I'm ready for you now."

"Well, if you're so sure of yourself, why don’t we save some time and go all-in?"

"Go... huh? You mean...?"

"Yes. The loser of the next match gets his pubes completely shaven! And I suggest we do it with a razor or we'll be here all night. Unless you're the real sissy here, that is?"

"Who, me a sissy? You're the sissy. You're the sissiest sissy ever!"

"Is that a yes?"

"Hell, yeah! Get ready to become a baldy, sissy!"

Driven by his friend's taunting words, Mickey did not even bother to pull his underpants back up, which were already on the floor, so he simply stepped out of them and sat down, eager to play.

Soon the two bottomless boys were intensely focused on their match, sitting side by side -their bare thighs touching- as they maneuvered their electronic characters against one another. They dodged, attacked, defended, lunged forward, stepped back, in a nerve-wrecking dance across the screen. Their blood pumping fast, muscles rigid, the two boys used every trick available to them in the epic battle. Neither of them dared lose this one. Nothing less than the very symbol of their emerging manhood -their precious man-fur- was at stake!

A drop of sweat ran down the side of Mickey's face. He couldn't believe that Ryan was putting up such a fight. Mickey was supposed to be so much better at this game, dammit! He was finally (too late?) realizing that something was wrong. Way wrong. Had Ryan just tricked him into this whole deal, pretending he was as terrible at this game as ever, when in fact he had been training in secret? And wasn't that kind of what Mickey had just done when they were playing Call of Duty? Of all the sneaky, two-faced, back-stabbing, trick-stealing bastards! He was going to pay for this. Somehow, he was going to pay! But Mickey could still win this one. He could still beat Ryan at his own game. He had to! He could not imagine losing his treasured bush, which was never supposed to have been at risk in the first place. He could not lose. He could not... NO!

"YES!" cried Ryan, springing from his seat. "YES! YES! YES! YOU LOOOOSE!"

Mickey's jaw hung wide open. His face was plastered with disbelief. His brain was having a hard time accepting the fact that he had just lost. And accepting the consequences.

"Awww... who's going to be the CUTEST little baldy boy in town, huh?" Ryan teased. "Who’s going to look like the smoothest, loveliest, most adorable five-year-old EVER?”

"Oh no," Mickey said, his face blushing. "Oh no, oh no. You're not seriously g-going to...?"

"Oh, you're asking for mercy now? Just as I ask for mercy every time you're spanking me to tears? Well, I guess I'll just give you the same answer you always give me: HELL, NO!"

"I... I never say it like that..."

"No, you just keep on spanking me. Sometimes you even spank harder, just because I asked. So where shall we do the shaving? Over your bed, maybe?"

"No, wait! P-please, Ryan, this wasn't supposed to happen!” Mickey said, whimpering. He looked on the verge of tears. “I mean... you're the one who gets punished all the time and I'm... I'm..."

"You're the one who punishes me and laughs about it, right? Well, not this time, buddy. I bet you won't feel so invincible from now on, huh? I bet you won't feel so much more manly than me, and maybe you won't even boss me around so much."

"Is… is that what this is about? Look, Ryan, I've just been-"

"Save it. This is not the time for touchy-feely talk. This is MY time now. Finally. I get to enjoy humiliating you, for a change. We can talk all you want afterwards, but you're not taking this away from me. I won it fair and square!"

"But you tricked me into it! You pretended you were just as bad at Super Smash Bros as you've always been, didn’t you?"

"W-well, maybe I did train a little... but there was no guarantee I would win, since you are very good at this game. Besides, the bet was legal! We agreed to-"

"Ok, ok, stop," Mickey said, interrupting him. Then he sighed and hung his head. "I hate to admit it, but you're right. A bet is a bet. We'll, uh... we'll do it over my bed, I guess. We'll get some of dad's shaving stuff, first. Let’s go."

Ryan waited for Mickey to lead the way, but his friend did not move.

"Uh, so are we going or...?" Ryan said.

"Huh? Oh, right. It's just..."

"...difficult to move toward your own doom?" Ryan finished his friend's sentence.

"I... yeah, I guess so," Mickey said. He twisted his legs, as if he wanted to pee.

Ryan laughed. "Now you know how I feel in those situations. C'mon baldy, get a move on."

"A-are you really going to be calling me that?" Mickey said as he reluctantly started to walk. "Oh please, not in public! No one must know!”

"We’ll see," Ryan said, giving Mickey's bare bottom a couple of friendly pats as he –also bottomless- followed closely behind. "Depending on how well you behave. And how fair you are with me, particularly with spankings."

Mickey sniffled as he walked -head down and with slow, painful steps- as if he were going to start crying any moment now. The sound of his sniffling was a sign for Ryan that he had definitely won: Yes, Mickey could evidently endure pain in a much more dignified way than Ryan could, but it now seemed that he was much more vulnerable to humiliation techniques, such as this one. Ryan was gaining valuable insight into his friend's vulnerabilities and he took note of it.

Moreover, this was a huge step forward regarding Ryan's greater goal: To humble Mickey and reshape their dominant-submissive relationship in some sort of way. Which way exactly? Ryan did not know yet, but he definitely liked the way this was going so far. He savored the blond boy's sniffles as they walked, but also wondered how long it would be until his own eyes were shedding tears as well. He knew this sleepover war was far from finished!

To be continued...

(The End)