First Catch Your Rogue 15 - The Gambler

When Gary raided the electrical warehouse, he wore a balaclava to foil the CCTV inside.

Unfortunately a camera caught him putting it on just outside the gate where he parked his bike.

The Security Guard spotted him right away, followed him and caught him in the act.

The Guard wanted to do a cavity search, believing Gary had loot hidden on him.

Gary wasn't having that, he knew his rights and refused permission.

But the Guard was a big man and showed him he didn't have a leg to stand on.

Then the Guard went off to do his rounds, leaving Gary all alone
 in the empty room in a deserted building. It was spooky

While they waited for the Police to come the Guard played poker with him.

He said he was sick of Solitaire and it was nice to have a man to play with.

Of course Gary couldn't handle the cards or deal, so the Guard did it for him.

Gary wasn't very good at poker, and the Police were a long time coming,

When he ran out of money, they switched to clothes, soon they were all gone too.
Cut to pieces. Gary suspected the Guard was cheating.

The Guard went off to make a round again and he was gone for ages.

It was frightening for Gary now, being naked and alone in the echoing warehouse.

When the Guard returned, he offered Gary one last double-or-quits hand.

The deal was Gary would get his freedom if he won, pay a forfeit if he lost.
Gary was a gambler so he took the deal - and lost of course.
It turned out the forfeit was to be pube-shaved, with a cut-throat razor.

Gary had two reasons to tremble now, his weary leg and the razor flashing at his groin
 The shaving took for ever, scything pubes where Gary didn't know he had them

How would he explain it to his mates at the Football Club, in the communal showers?

When he'd done, the Guard applied an oily, after-shave balm to Gary's every crevice.

Gary worried about it ruining his clothes, except he didn't have any, not any more.

Riding home on his bike was clearly going to be a tricky, slippery task.

The Guard said he had one final round to make before his shift ended in 45 minutes.
Since the Police hadn't come yet, he'd have to pass Gary on to the next shift.

Or if Gary preferred, he'd deal with him himself and then let him go.


Gary thought about it while the Guard was away....
(see illustration at the top)
 
If he took the Guard's offer he'd be free in half an hour, max.
He could get his weight off the one leg, which was killing him now.
He'd avoid being ridiculed by more Security Men,
He'd avoid being arrested and charged by the Police.
He'd already been detained for several hours and terrorised

What more could this man possibly do to him in 30 minutes?
It would probably only cost him a telling off. 

It was a no-brainer really, a bit like Gary himself.
Worth taking the chance.

The Guard returned with a holdall, as though ready to go home,
so Gary agreed to the deal without asking any more about it.
and was surprised when the Guard produced from his bag - a cane.
A Disciplinary Cane

Gary's insides turned to jelly, his bowels churned and his standing leg shuddered
as the Guard smiled and moved behind him, flexing and swishing the cane like a pro.
Suddenly Gary's naked, shaved posterior seemed terribly vulnerable and exposed.

and 30 minutes seemed a long, long time.

THE END