Snake was enjoying Rick's expertise as the school's biggest and best cocksucker. It was amazing how slutty Dicky could be, and still hang out with real men like Chad and Rod. Dicky was one of the best kept secrets at the high school. He played straight jokester half the time, and total bottom slut whenever his master triggered him. Snake figured hypnosis had probably been involved to pull off Rick's Jekyll-Hyde routine, but maybe Rick was just Schizo, and his "master" just took advantage of it.
While Rick slurped, and Snake moaned, Snake heard a high-pitched squeaky sound. It reminded him of that scene from the original The Fly horror film. You know where the fly with the human head is caught in the spider's web, and is shouting, "Help me! Help me!"
Snake came, Rick stopped sucking to swallow, but the squeaky noise continued.
Snake squatted, and tilted his ear toward the cock cage.
"Since when does your dick talk, Dickie?" Snake asked glaring at Rick.
Rick was on his feet and backing toward his stacked clothing. "Master said I can't tell anyone until after the unveiling tomorrow."
"I'm not anyone I'm Snake," he said slamming his fist in his other palm. "Now, Ricky tell me what's going on."
"Sorry, Snake, bu- ggggaah."
Snake gagged Rick with his own underwear, them threw him up against the second bathroom stall door. Snake whipped out some long heavy duty cable ties, and soon had Rick's wrists secured to the pillars of the first and third bathroom stalls. Rick's ankles soon were similarly restrained. Rick struggled in vain, as Snake knelt to examine Rick's squeaking caged cock. His foreskin obscured the source of the tiny voice, but Snake could definitely hear it. He pulled out a black leather wallet filled with lock picks. It took him less than a minute to pick the padlock on Rick's cock cage, even with Rick squirming as much as his bonds would allow.
Snake removed the cage. Rick's freed cock sprang to life, and as it rose erect, the sheath retracted to reveal Chad's head and torso instead of an ordinary penis.