Paul had invited Ryback over to his house under the guise that he had a surprise for him. Ryback could not resist this invitation. When he arrived at the house he walked around looking for anything out of the ordinary and found Paul in his bedroom.

Paul handed Ryback a pink bag and smiled. "Please put this on for me. You can get changed in the bathroom."

Ryback hesitantly grabbed the bag, walked into the bathroom and closed the door. His eyes widened as he opened the bag - inside was a French maid's costume. He was more concerned whether it would fit than the outfit itself. He trusted Paul, as crazy as his ideas may be so decided to go along with it. He pulled out the dress from the bag and stepped into it. He thought that he would have trouble with his broad shoulders but the dress fit surprisingly well on his body. It wasn't until he looked at himself in the mirror that he immediately regretted what he was doing and locked the bathroom door.

After a while Paul was starting to become concerned and went over to check on Ryback. He knocked on the door. "Everything ok in there Ryan?"

"No," Ryan said bluntly.

"Don't you like the outfit?"

"I don't want to wear it."

"Why not?"

"I'm... embarrassed..."

"Nobody's going to see you, just me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Come on out."

Ryback slowly unlocked the door and walked out to see Paul with a huge grin on his face.

"You look amazing!" he exclaimed as he started to giggle.

"DON'T LAUGH AT ME!" Ryback's face started to become bright red. "I don't want to wear this anymore," he said as he turned back around to lock himself back in the bathroom.

Paul sighed and leant against the door. He lowered his voice. "Ryan, please open the door so I can talk to you."

"NO!" Ryback was beginning to sound like a toddler with his replies.

"Please Ryan, I just want to talk. Look, how about we make a deal, if you do this for me, then I'll do something for you."

"...ok," Ryback said as he unlocked the door. Paul grabbed his hand. "Come on Ryan let's go talk on the bed."

They both sat down and Paul put a reassuring hand on Ryback's thigh, barely covered by the lacy dress.

"Ryan, you are a big, beautiful man and you shouldn't be ashamed, whatever you're wearing. We're in this house alone and nobody's coming over. Please do this for me and I promise that you can do whatever you want afterwards. What do you say?"

Ryback was always a sucker for Paul's pleading eyes. "Ok but just for you. Don't forget that I'm going to get you back," he smirked.

"Great!" Paul clasped his hands together. "First I want you to do some dusting."

Ryback grabbed the duster sitting on Paul's bedside table and began working. The more he dusted the more he calmed down and as he noticed Paul's aroused face, he got into it a little more. He decided to tease him by purposely bending over and sticking out his butt as much as he could, flashing his underwear as the French maid outfit barely covered his backside.

Next he moved onto ironing. He was getting so comfortable with what he was wearing that when the doorbell rang, he didn't even think twice and answered the door immediately. It wasn't until he saw the shocked face of Curtis Axel standing at the door that he realised the situation and once again ran to the bathroom and locked the door. His face was red hot with embarrassment.

Paul quickly and calmly ejected their uninvited guest and went about trying to calm Ryback down. He knew that if today didn't go smoothly, he'd never be able to ask for a favour from him ever again.

"Ryan sweetie, are you ok in there?"

"Paul you promised nobody would see me in this!" Ryback started to tear up.

"I'm so, SO sorry Ryan. I honestly thought nobody would be coming around today! Look, you don't have to wear the outfit anymore. I'll do whatever you want to make it up to you. PLEASE just open the door."

Paul heard a 'click' as Ryback opened the door and pushed his big finger into Paul's chest. "Paul you're going to sit on your bed and then you're going to stay there until I say so OK?"

"Ok." Paul whimpered.

Ryback smirked to himself as he walked out to grab some things from his bag. He changed out of the dress and into his jeans and leather vest. He felt much more comfortable in leather than he did in lace. In his bag was a blindfold that he grabbed as he walked towards the bedroom. When he walked through the door, Paul was sitting patiently at the foot of the bed.

"I want you to put on this blindfold," Ryback growled.

Paul quickly put on the blindfold.

"You're going to lean over my lap," snarled Ryback as he grabbed Paul by his sides and tossed him over his lap so that his butt was sticking up. Ryback began rubbing Paul's back and as soon as he felt Paul relax, he quickly struck his hand onto Paul's butt cheek. Paul cried out in pain. "I told you I would make you pay for what you did," Ryback chuckled. He continued to smack Paul on his buttocks and thighs, rubbing where he'd hit each time.

Finally he stopped, pulled Paul back up, took a nip at his shoulder and then tenderly kissed him in the same spot. "Ok that's enough Paul. You can relax." He pulled off the blindfold, placed him on the bed and walked out of the room to grab a glass of water. He thought he should leave Paul alone to tend to his wounds for a little while before he came back in to check up on him.