By Atlanta Stud

“Well tails of course.” Zac laughed.

The coin hit the ground and flipped a couple times, tails side up.

“Guess it’s your lucky night, boy. Let’s get you out of that Darby set.”

Daniel stared at the leg irons, working his way up to the neck collar. The shirtless neighbor boy was now free of the metal that once imprisoned him. He rubbed his wrists and felt around his neck, and he couldn’t help but think that it seemed as though something was missing. Strange how all that metal, once it’s no longer locked on, creates that feeling, he thought to himself.

“That’s a pretty intense set to say the least. Enjoyed the cookout, guys, but I should be getting back to hit the rack,” Zac said.

He gave Daniel a firm handshake and turned to Nick to do the same and chuckled that Nick was shaking his hand while still in the full transport set.

“Guess we forgot about this one, huh Daniel!”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll let him loose in a little while — or maybe just keep him like that until morning — guess it’s up to me since I have all the keys,” Daniel said as he threw a wink to Zac.

Daniel proceeded to unlock Nick from the transport set and placed it on one of the patio chairs.

“Hang on a sec before you head out, Zac.” Daniel stepped away for a few minutes, returning with a brown box roughly 6”x4” in size and handed it off to Zac.

“Since you’ve developed a bit of an interest in some of my gear, take this set home with you, check it out,” Daniel said.

“Cool, thanks man,” Zac said as he took the box from Daniel. “Time to hit the rack, guys. I’m sure I’ll see you around sometime tomorrow,” Zac said and then went on his way home, anxious to see what was inside the box.

“OK boy, time to get you downstairs for the night. I’ve got a little surprise for you as well. so change into your black Under Armour boxer jock and black UA crew socks and meet me in the basement in five minutes,” Daniel said.

Daniel was waiting downstairs with the cell door open when Nick appeared dressed as instructed.

“You know the drill, boy. Once you’re locked down on the cot, you’re there until morning, so if you need to take care of anything, now’s the time,” Daniel said.

“Nah, I’m good, Sir,” Nick said as he started to bone up a bit thinking about hearing the four individual Darby shackles click shut around his limbs, keeping him locked down for the night. It took a couple weeks to get used to, but he grew to really enjoy being locked down. Nick got into position, and the familiar ‘click’ of the four shackles soon followed. He loved testing the chains each time, though he knew there was no way they’d give.

“Like I said, boy, I’ve got a little surprise for you tonight. But first, we’ll need to slip on this darlex hood,” Daniel said.

Nick soon found himself locked and totally unable to see his surroundings.

“So, is the hood my surprise tonight, Sir?” Nick asked.

“Nope, got something better for you, boy. I have a new, special chrome cock ring for you. I’m sure you’ve seen cock rings before, but this one is special, trust me,” Daniel said.

With that, he pulled down Nick’s boxer jock and pulled out the shiny surgical steel cock ring and slipped through first one nut, then the other, followed by Nick’s cock. The sensation created a stir in his manhood, but he managed to keep it from going to a full mast.

“Wow, that feels great. Have a feeling I’ll have a hard time sleeping tonight with that on, Sir.”

“Well, you may have some difficulty sleeping tonight, but you won’t be hard,” Daniel said. “You see, like I said, this cock ring is special. It has an attachment point at the twelve o’clock position, boy.”

Daniel then placed some lube on Nick’s cock.

“Now I take this other piece that has these fixed metal rings on it and slide it over your cock so that it meets up with the fitting at the twelve o’clock position.”

“There we go, everything’s in place.”

‘CLICK’

Nick heard the unmistakable sound of a closing lock.

“Ready to see your surprise?” Daniel wasn’t really asking, but rather making a statement.

With that he removed the darlex hood and Nick looked down to see a cage locked around his manhood.

“What the…?” was as far as Nick got before Daniel began explaining.

“It’s a jailhouse chastity device made of surgical grade steel, boy. This way you’ll be incarcerated, in a way, all day long. I think you’ll grow to like it. I know I will,” Daniel said to his locked down stud Nick. “So, how’s all that metal surrounding your cock feel, boy?”

Nick’s manhood grew to the maximum allowed in the steel rings.

“Wow! It’s like my cock’s locked up in its own jail cell,” Nick said.

“Exactly why it’s called the jailhouse, boy. Alright, sleep tight. Let me know how it feels in the morning,” Daniel said with a chuckle.

With that, he picked up the darlex hood and slipped it back on Nick. Now all he could do was feel the cage on his manhood and not see it, only intensifying the new experience. He pulled against the four shackles again just to confirm his situation. It was quiet in his cell, the only sound being the rattling chains when any of his helpless four limbs moved. The constant boners during the night provided reminders that his cock was now trapped in a metal cage sine it pushed up against the welded set of metal rings that formed its cock prison cell. ‘Surely Daniel’s taking this thing off in the morning,’ he thought to himself.

Meanwhile …

When he got in, Zac shucked his cargo shorts and no-show socks and wandered off to the kitchen for a bottled water wearing just his navy blue Nike Pro-combat knee length compression shorts. Zac was anxious to see what was in the box that Daniel handed to him just before he left. Carefully opening one end, he dumped out the contents on his bed.

Before him sat a pair of Smith & Wesson handcuffs and leg shackles that had a 32” chain connecting them together. On the box was marked Smith & Wesson #1850 Transport Set. ‘Good grief! Just how many different types of restraints does this guy have?’ Zac thought to himself. He ran the arms through each of the four shackles, and ran them through again, stopping when they were engaged with a diameter he estimated about the size of his limbs. He ran one of the leg shackle arms through again until it was completely open and placed it up against the back of his right ankle and took the open arm and placed it up to where it would engage, but he didn’t lock it on. Instead, he took the set as a whole and held it, taking in its weight. He was too excited looking over the transport set that he didn’t realize that no keys fell out of the box when he emptied the contents.

He got up off the bed and stood in front of the full-length mirror that’s attached to the back of his bedroom door, held the set by the cuffs allowing the leg shackles to dangle below. He was imagining what he would look like locked in shackles, especially his muscular hairy legs. That thought got the best of him, as he quickly bent down and locked the leg shackles on and then stood up, locking on the handcuffs, tugging at the chain connecting them. Posing in the mirror, watching as he tugged the chain, seeing his legs locked in steel. Checking out how his now helpless muscular body looked locked in the steel. This went on for a good half hour before he decided to take them off so he could climb into bed. Not seeing keys on the bed, he thought they got stuck in the box, but alas, the box was completely empty! ‘Crap!’ he thought to himself as he frantically kept checking the bed and then back to the box, checking the floor as well. ‘There’s got to be a way to get these off. I can’t call Daniel this late — and what would I say?’

A desperate Zac spent the next hour trying to pick the lock to no avail and climbed into bed. It was a sleepless night to say the least. His biggest concern was what Daniel would say when he called him in the morning to get let out of the transport shackles.

Morning finally arrived, and Zac shuffled off to the kitchen for his daily orange juice fix. With no drinking glasses in reach, he quickly found how creative he had to be to drink from the bottle. ‘If it wasn’t for this extra chain running down to the leg shackles, it would be a lot easier,’ he thought to himself.

He waited until about 8AM before calling Daniel.

“Hey Daniel, Zac here.”

“Oh, hey Zac. Listen, I think that transport set that I gave you last night is missing the keys. I found keys on the floor this morning and it probably goes to that set. So don’t go locking yourself up, buddy.”

“Uh, well that ship’s already sailed, Daniel. You got a sec where you can come over and get me out of this?”

“Sure thing. Let me tell Nick I’m heading out, and I’ll be right over.”

Daniel then headed downstairs to Nick’s cell to check in on him.

“Morning cowboy, get a good night’s sleep did you?”

“Morning Sir, about as well as one can expect under the circumstances. I’m getting used to the accommodations, but my cock sure wasn’t used to its new cell.”

“Yeah, kept trying to bust out of jail during the night, did it?!”

“Got that right! About time for breakfast, I’d say, Sir. I’m ready to be unlocked from the bunk and whip up some chow.”

After being set free from the bunk and exiting the cell, Nick was standing in the home gym and he turned, pointing down to his caged cock hidden behind the UA boxer jock.

“This gets unlocked next, right Sir?”

“Negative, boy. Get upstairs, put on the Clejuso leg shackles and whip us up some chow. We’ll discuss the cage later. I need to head over to Zac’s for a few minutes. Seems he locked on the transport set and didn’t notice the key was missing. So he wants me to come over and set him free — but we’ll see about that.”

To be continued …

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Thanks to Atlanta Stud for passing this along!

By Atlanta Stud

A few moments later Daniel was ringing the bell at Zac’s. Zac made his way from the bedroom to the front door, carefully opening it so that he wouldn’t be on display to any potential neighbors passing by. Daniel entered and took in the sight of his well-built neighbor locked in steel — and he again liked what he was seeing. Just like Nick, Zac looked great in steel restraints.

“Well boy, looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle, doesn’t it? How long you been locked up, boy?”

“Since last night. Actually had to try and sleep like this, and that’s not easy.”

“Well, do you want out, or do you want to stay locked up a while longer?” Daniel said with a wicked grin and a wink of the eye.

“I think I’m ready to be set free,” Zac said as he offered his locked wrists to Daniel.

Daniel instead handed Zac the keys so that he could watch him remove the manacles himself. He enjoyed watching a guy unlock himself every now and then. Zac then handed over the transport set to Daniel along with the box they came in.

“Guess you’ve had your fill of this set for a while,” Daniel said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, pretty embarrassing having to call you to get out of ’em.”

“No worries, good thing you didn’t lock yourself to one of the basement support beams. At least you were able to call me.”

That comment immediately put an image in Zac’s head about how his muscular body would look shackled and attached to one of the metal basement support beams, and he started to get hard at the thought.

“Yeah, good thing I didn’t think of that, huh. That does sound pretty intense, though,” Zac said.

Daniel moved in closer to Zac and stood a mere six inches from him, holding the transport set in his left hand.

“Hey, since you’re here, maybe I can see what it’s like for a few minutes — if you don’t mind, that is.”

“Well, if you want, sure. Need to make it quick, though. Nick’s whipping up some breakfast and we need to get in our workout.”

With that, they headed down to the basement and Zac stood up against the black metal support beam extending his wrists to the other side of the beam. Daniel hooked him up in the cuffs and then locked the leg shackles on so that the connecting chain ran from the back side of the post up towards his ankles. In that position, Zac was now no longer able to move his legs forward. He tested the steel, knowing all too well that it was unforgiving. Daniel moved around so that he was now facing Zac, taking in his hunk of a neighbor now totally at his mercy.

“Yeah, good thing I didn’t think of this, Daniel. Talk about being in a pickle!”

“Indeed, boy, quite the situation you’re currently in. I’ve got breakfast waiting for me at the house. I’ll come back for you shortly,” Daniel said with a wicked grin.

Zac sprang a boner at the thought of Daniel leaving him locked to the post. His Nike Pro Combat compression doing nothing to conceal it. He tested the shackles again knowing all too well it was futile.

“Damn, you’re not really leaving me like this?”

Daniel moved in closer, their noses just an inch apart. “I think it’s what you want, boy. Tell me it’s what you want, Zac.”

Zac swallowed hard.

“Tell me, Zac. Just say it.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. I’ll come back after breakfast and our workout. Have fun, boy.”

Daniel gave Zac a couple of taps on the cheek before heading out, and heard the cuffs repeatedly hit the metal post as Zac again tested the steel.

Breakfast was kept warm in the oven when Daniel returned home. Nick was stretched out on a lounge chair on the deck, wearing his boxerjock, black UA crew socks and Clejuso leg irons.

“Let’s go — chow time, Nick!” Daniel barked through the patio screen door.

Nick jumped up, shackle chains rattling as he entered the house and sat on stool at the breakfast bar, shackle chains dangling below.

“So how’s the freed prisoner?” Nick laughed.

Daniel reached in his pocket and put the cuff keys on the counter. It was then that Nick realized that he didn’t see the transport set. Daniel proceeded to explain what took place and Zac’s current predicament, causing Nick’s crotch to stir at the thought of what Zac must look like locked to the steel post.

The two changed into their wrestling singlets for their workout. It was then that Nick noticed a key alongside of Daniel’s dog tags hanging around his neck. Daniel noticed Nick staring at the dog tags.

“If you’re wondering if this is the key to that cage your cock’s locked in, you’d be right. I want to make sure my property is well protected.”

They got in a hard chest and tricep workout, and shower, Nick got dressed in the tan cargo shorts, black UA boxer jock, navy UA short sleeve compression T, the sweaty black UA crew socks worn during his workout and wrestling shoes. Daniel told Nick to head on over to Zac’s and he’d be there shortly. When he got to the bottom of the steps and saw Zac locked to the post, he couldn’t believe the hot sight in his view. He slowly made his way over to Zac, standing behind him and checked out the steel that prevented his escape from the post. Zac flushed with embarrassment as he anticipated just Daniel to return.

“Quite the situation you’re in, I’d say, Zac.”

“Yeah, think you could give me a hand, bro?” Zac asked. As Nick stood in front of him, he couldn’t help but notice how the compression T defined Nick’s pecs and abs.

“I would, big boy, but I don’t have the keys. Daniel said he’d be right along, though. LOL, maybe he’ll bring the five points back and lock you up for the rest of the day.”

Daniel was walking downstairs about that time. Zac was relieved, but at the same time felt a little disappointed that the five points weren’t with him as he thought that Nick was actually hinting that Daniel intended to bring the set with him.

“Doing ok, boy?”

“Yes Sir”

“Excellent. But I’m guessing you want out by now, huh boy?”

Zac gave a nod yes, the kind of subtle submissive nod from a person who’s pretty well exhausted. And no wonder, after a mostly sleepless night in the transport set and then time spent locked up to the post, Zac was beat. Daniel proceeded to unlock Zac, first with the leg shackles followed by the wrists.

Metal would like to thank the author, Atlanta Stud, for this story!

By Atlanta Stud

The first week of my college semester I met a great guy who hailed from the tiny town of Pella, Iowa; basically a farming community.  He was a typical midwestern farmboy in every sense of the way wrapped in a hot 5’ 10” tight muscled frame.  He had a natural cowboy look about him and you could tell he knew it too, and it was rare for him to be seen in anything other than jeans and western boots from Fall to late Spring.

Whereas Dave was into his boots, I was into sneakers, especially New Balance, and also desert tan combat boots, my so-called winter shoes.   When my sneaks got to that point where they maintained that nice sweaty aroma even when not having been worn a day or two, that’s when they won that special place in my heart.  It wasn’t uncommon for me to wear the same low cut or no-show socks a week straight, or no socks at all just to help ’em get there that much quicker.  Seems I’ve always had a thing for smelly sneaks and socks.  Who knows why certain things make us “tick,” but for whatever reason, that had an effect on me.

Although we lived in different dorms, we spent a lot of time together helping each other with the dreaded required courses we shared, grabbing a beer, and catching the home football games.  Dave has a natural take-charge attitude, and though I wouldn’t consider myself passive, I found myself attracted to his dominant personality.  Practically inseparable, we decided to room together beginning the second semester at my dorm since the rooms there were bigger and a bit closer to most classes than where he was living on campus.

So just before the winter break started, Dave shows up in his Ford Explorer packed with his things.  Just how many pairs of western boots one guy needs I don’t know, but he had enough on hand to wear a different pair every day of the week plus one.  With everything finally in, we had a couple of days of downtime before the three-week winter break started.  Most of the guys on the floor had already finished the semester and left, so there wasn’t much socializing on the floor to be had.  That Friday night we figured we’d just chill for the night and picked up a case of beer and snuck it back into the room.  We just popped open our first beer when Dave got a call from his brother, and about half way through the conversation Dave was nearly doubled over in laughter.  I only got bits and pieces of the conversation being on the one end, but it involved a mutual friend, didn’t he learn from all those other times and couldn’t get out, and what was the penalty?

This went on for another half hour before he hung up the phone and we got back to beer and watching some TV.  Finally I had to know what the hell was so funny and that’s when Dave told me about a buddy of his back home that he and his brother hung out with.  Apparently his brother challenged Justin to a hogtie and Justin lost.  This, apparently, is something not uncommon with midwestern farmboys in Iowa according to Dave. Go figure.

It was then that I had one of those moments of saying something before thinking about what I was about to say, and I blurted out something to the effect of how lame Justin was if he couldn’t get out of a simple rope tie.  The look in Dave’s eyes at that point should have been my warning bell, but something prevented me from really paying serious attention to that.

That’s when Dave told me that I shouldn’t be talking about things I know nothing about.

“Dude, seriously, I’ve played cops and robbers as a kid and it’s not a big deal,” I told him.

At that point Dave stood up, walked right up to where I was sitting and with a serious look in his eyes responded with, “cops and robbers, ooooh, like when you were eight years old and couldn’t tie a knot to save your life, gotcha.  Well bud, us farmboys know how to use a rope and this ain’t the same thing.”

Curiosity, testoterone, beer, call it what you will, but I pushed it even further at that point, telling him that eight or eighteen, it’s no different and that at eighteen one would be better at manipulating ropes than an eight year old, anyway.  Dave laughed and told me again that I didn’t know what I was talking about and said that maybe I need to put my money where my mouth is or just shut up.  That’s when the testosterone, with perhaps some help from the beer, kicked in and I told him that I’d be loose in nothing flat if in the same situation but since we’re without the necessary tools to prove it, he’d have to take my word on it.

At that point Dave said not a word, grabbed his backpack and left the room only to return ten minutes later tossing the back pack at me, almost causing me to spill my beer.

Next thing Dave says to me is “you’re a size ten, right”

“Nine and a half, actually, why?”

Without Dave saying a word, the next things thrown my way were a pair of brown western boots and also hearing Dave muttering something about how these should fit.

“Suit up, cowboy!” were the next words out of his mouth.

I asked what the hell he was talking about and that’s when he told me to open the backpack, which I did and promptly dumped the contents, which had to be 150 feet of rope on the floor.

“Suit up, get the boots on, cowboy, I’m gonna teach you a lesson, and I have the necessary tools as you can see.”

This time his tone was more stern. He couldn’t be serious, I mean we were just bullshitting a few minutes ago about all this, right?   I just sat there a minute thinking that he wasn’t serious, but apparently I took too long and Dave grabbed my left foot, quickly removed my sneaker and before I could even say a word he had the right sneaker off and said we could do this the easy way, or the hard way.

“I got it, I got it!” I said as I pulled on the boots.

“Fine looking cowboy you’d make, hair’s a bit long, but we can take care of that,” he said.

I just laughed at that comment and reminded Dave that I’ve still got a lot of beer to get through and to hurry up with this so that I can show him that my earlier comment about getting out of ropes would be validated.  Just then I saw that look in his eyes again as he grabbed some rope and told me to get my ass on the floor, “belly side down ‘cowboy’!”

Belly side down I was as he promptly sat down over my legs, grabbed my wrists and started cinching ’em with the rope.  Cinched nice and tight they were as I examined his work as I felt him get off my legs for more rope.  Fuckin A, where’s the damn knots?!

“Having a bit of trouble, cowboy?”  Dave smartly asked.

At that moment I felt the ropes around the boots, more rope went around my thighs and then he sat my ass up and worked on the upper torso before dropping me back down, ‘belly side down’.

I knew at this point all was not good for me, but I wasn’t going to give in, and there was beer waiting for me, after all.

“How you doing, cowboy? Starting to wish you kept your mouth shut earlier?”

Once again I said it before thinking about it and I just laughed and mouthed off.

“Is that all you got, farm boy?” I said.

Just then a bit of fear kicked in when I saw that look in his eyes and another piece of rope on the floor. Wasn’t but a few seconds later and he added that last piece to put me in a hogtie.  Hog tied belly side down I was and Dave stepped back, admired his work for a few minutes, grabbed a beer and sat down on the beat up sofa we had in the room, his booted feet next to my face.

“OK cowboy, I’m gonna give you an opportunity to get out of that, since you’re the renowned expert and all, and I’ll just get a little more comfortable, don’t mind if I pull off my boots, do ya? Though you may not like the smell of my sox.”

That ass actually kicked back and rubbed his socked feet on my face!  Damn, and I thought my socks smelled great after they were let loose from my desert tan boots.  Dave’s booted socks were amazing fresh out of his black harness boots.  Had to quickly focus back on the ropes at that point, getting a hold of his sweaty socks would be another day.

Dave downed one beer and I hadn’t made any progress, he’s starting on his second beer and asks if I’m willing to concede.

“Hell no!” I respond.

“OK, then, penalty phases will start to kick in soon, cowboy…”

By then I was an hour into this mess and still hadn’t made any progress. I wanted some beer, afte rall, we planned tonight as a beer night, so I told Dave that he won and he could untie me.

“You want out, cowboy? That’s fine, first you gotta spend time on my feet with that cocky mouth of yours.”

WTF?!  Did I just hear him correctly?!  “You’ve lost your mind!  I’m not doing any such thmmmp!”

In went Dave’s big toe in my mouth and he quickly bent down to grab the back of my head and keep it in place and quietly said, “cowboy, I’m your only way out of those ropes. Now I’ve got ten toes that you’re going to spend time on as well as the bottom of my sweaty feet. Get used to the fact that right now, this is the way it’s going to be, now get working, cowboy!”

To be continued …

This story is based on fictitious characters.

Copyright © 2010 and 2019 by Atlanta Stud

By Atlanta Stud

Hogtied on the floor, belly side down and Dave’s sweaty socked big toe had invaded my mouth and along with that some specific instructions as to how part of the rest of the night was going to be spent. After a couple minutes, Dave removed his socked toe from my mouth, took his sock off and placed it right under my nose. The sweat from his feet combined with his leather boots was intoxicating. He bent down near me and began telling me things that I didn’t know this farmboy had been paying attention to over the past semester.

“You see, cowboy, I’ve been paying attention to some things about you this past semester. I’ve noticed that you often wear the same no-show socks with your sneaks several days, even a week at a time without washing them. Even saw you a couple times take a whiff of ’em when you pulled them off, you just didn’t realize that I actually saw you do it. Seems to me, cowboy, that you have a thing for sweaty socks, and feet too I bet.”

With that I shook my head no in trying to convince him he was wrong, but he continued by telling me that it was cool, because he was going to enjoy having his feet taken care of by me all semester long starting with tonight as he reminded me that the ropes weren’t coming off until he was satisfied with my work.

I admit that the socks and sweaty sneaks were a turn-on, but I never sucked on a guy’s toes or licked the tops and bottoms of a guy’s feet, this can’t be good, I just knew it.

“Tell you what, cowboy, let’s make you a little more comfortable. I’ll take you out of the hogtie position, but the rest of the ropes stay on.”

With that he flipped me on my back, sat on the beat up sofa, grabbed his beer and put the bottom of his foot over my mouth. A quick prodding with his other foot at my nuts and I did what I thought was the unthinkable, licking on an Iowa farmboy’s sweaty foot and toes, and damn they smelled great and the salty sweat off his feet and toes was intoxicating.

Yup, it was going to be an interesting semester! Apparently satisfied, he instructed me to get belly-side-down again, which I did and flipped over. The ropes were finally coming off, and soon I was free, rubbing my wrists of course, but free to get at the beer I wanted more than ever at that point.

With that I grabbed a fresh cold one, sat down on the sofa and started to pull off the boots that Dave had instructed me to wear for the rope challenge.

“Woah, woah! What you doing there, cowboy? The boots stay on, gonna make a cowboy out of you yet. Still think the hair’s a bit long, but we can take care of that. Besides, those boots look pretty damn good on you, look damn fine in rope as well.”

The last comment was said with that evil grin and stark look in his eyes. Back to some TV watching and some much needed beer after an eye opening evening, a nice much needed buzz and I was ready to rack out for the night. I again went to pull off the boots and quickly found Dave squatting down in front of me, looking me square in the eyes and with his stern voice said, “Boots stay on!”

“Dude, I’m ready to rack out. Nobody wears boots to bed,” I smartly said back with a beer-induced sarcasm.

“I wasn’t asking you to leave them on, I was telling you.”

And with the speed of a rodeo calf roper, Dave had me up off the sofa, over to my bottom bunk and flat on my back. And before I knew what was happening he had ropes going around my booted feet to the corners of the bunk.

“Boots stay on!” was all he said as he looked at me with my booted feet tied spread eagle.

“Now, if you can behave yourself, I’ll not rope the rest of you down, but boots stay on! You understand me, boy?”

Resigned to the fact that he could easily grab more rope and have my wrists tied before I could even reach one of the knots on either one of my booted feet, I responded with a “Yes, Sir.”

During the night I periodically found myself waking up, wiggling my toes in the boots, feeling the rope around them and giving them a slight tug. I found the new sensations pretty damn hot, and Dave’s more pronounced authoritarian tone toward me for some reason just bumped it up a notch.

As with any guy my age, if the wind blows the wrong direction you find yourself popping a boner. Here I was, half roped to my bottom bunk in my friend’s broken-in cowboy boots, and I was popping wood at 2 a.m. Resigned to the only natural thing for me to do, I quietly opened my fly and, well the rest goes without saying.

“Needing some help with that?” Words coming from Dave’s upper bunk.

I just froze in mid stroke.

“I said, needing some help with that? Dude, I have an older brother and we had bunks, I’d know that sound anywhere.”

In a flash he was out of his bunk and looking at the obvious situation that I was in.

“You didn’t answer me, cowboy, you needing help with that?”

“Uh, no, think I’m good, but thanks,” was all I could come up with during his unexpected arrival.

“I thought we agreed that you would behave yourself tonight, doesn’t look like you’re behaving, cowboy. But I think we can help you with that lack of discipline,” he said.

I swear it wasn’t but 90 seconds and I found both wrists tied together and secured to the head of my bunk with Dave straddling over me saying, “Let me show you how it’s done, cowboy.”

***

Needless to say, things changed from that day forward. Dave made sure that my main footwear was his broken-in brown cowboy boots that I had been issued that first night. He issued me my boot socks and determined how many days they’d be worn before washing. I frequently found myself roped and taking care of his sweaty feet in the late hours when it was time to call it a night from the others on the dorm floor. I was becoming the cowboy he wanted me to be before I knew it. And as time moved on, I found myself craving his ropes. I was enjoying being helpless and under his direction.

It was a Saturday morning during breakfast in the dorm dining room when Dave looked at me and told me that we’re “taking care of that hair of yours today.” I started to protest, but he looked at me square in the eyes and said, “I wasn’t asking, I was telling you. No cowboy of mine is wearing his hair over his ears, you’re getting a proper cut around the ears and trimmed up on top and you’ll keep it that way. Now let’s get going.”

A trip out to the barbershop and I was sporting a proper haircut by Dave’s standards, and I have to admit it looked damn good on me. We hopped back into his Explorer to head back to campus when we passed by an Army/Navy store and he made a sudden change to stop in. It was a pretty good-sized store, had all you’d expect to find there: boots, camo gear, T-shirts, old military surplus stuff, you name it.

Midway through the store we walked by a glass display counter that had several styles of handcuffs and even leg cuffs on display. Who knew that you could actually buy this stuff without being a cop? Dave asked the young guy behind the counter if he could see the set of Smith & Wesson chain cuffs that were in the case. Dave played with them a bit, ratcheting them through a few times, he had a look in his eyes. I could tell he liked them. Have to admit, they did look hot, much better looking and sturdier than the cheap cuffs I bought through mail order when I was in high school.

“Here, try them on,” Dave said as we were checking them out.

Laughing a bit I said, that’s OK.

“I wasn’t asking, I was telling you, now let’s have you try them on.”

Reluctantly, I put my hands out in front so Dave could snap them on, I figured the sooner we got this over with the better.

“Uh-uh, behind the back, cowboy.”

I knew I had the pleading “please don’t” look in my eyes, but he just looked at me with that stern look and raised eyebrows and I knew it was a no-win situation. The sooner I do it, the sooner it will be over I thought, and the next thing I knew, I found myself cuffed behind the back in an Army/Navy surplus store with a few onlookers brandishing a smile. The young guy behind the counter came around and pointed out to Dave the double-locking feature of the cuffs, how nice of him I thought as I rolled my eyes behind my head.

“Pretty sweet,” Dave said, “I’ll take them. Cut me a better price if I take the legcuffs too?”

The guy gave Dave a 10 percent discount on both for the double purchase. The young guy behind the counter told Dave to go ahead and hand him back the cuffs and he’ll put them back in the box for him.

You can imagine my shock when Dave responded with, “That’s OK, he can wear them on the drive back.”

With a chuckle, the young guy finished up the sale, and I was walking out of the store cuffed up and back to the Explorer for the ride home. I had a look in my eyes when Dave turned to me as I sat in the front seat and said, as he held the leg cuffs up.

“Bet you can’t wait to try these on, cowboy,” he said.

To be continued …

By Atlanta Stud

The drive back to the dorm wasn’t but fifteen minutes, and we scored a parking spot close to our dorm room’s entrance. I scooted up a bit in my seat so that Dave could access the cuffs to take them off and he just said, “hang on a sec and I’ll get the door for you.” With that he came around and opened the passenger door and said, “You know those cuffs are staying on until we get to the room, don’t even think of asking me to take them off.”

OK, so I had been getting into our rope play and boot and sock control for a couple months now, but wearing cuffs through the dorm hall back to our room was definitely taking it to a whole new level in my book. I was going to be seen by several of the guys on our floor, just no way of getting around that, and how the heck does one explain this?

I actually got pretty lucky that nobody was walking down the hallway, that is, until we were about four doors away from our room and we come across Brody, who lives two doors down from us.

Brody, in my book is one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. He’s in the Army ROTC program on campus and was just back from a Saturday morning drill, still wearing his fatigues, black military boots and one of those hot, really short sleeved, skin tight Under Armour military colored T-shirts that showed off part of his incredible tribal tatt on his right arm. It extended from mid bicep up to the round muscular curve of his shoulder. He’s not tall, but what I’d describe as a fireplug. Built solid as hell with an incredible smooth chest and very hairy legs.

As we were passing by he gave us the “hey guys.” Then my stomach dropped when I suddenly heard his boots stop cold, and a chuckle coming from Brody’s mouth followed by a “what the hell’s this?” Brody came up closer and was checking out the cuffs with some interest and Dave proceeded to tell him that they were the real deal, same as used by law enforcement.

“No shit? Damn those look tough,” were the next words from Brody’s mouth.

“Yeah, seems my roomie here liked them so much when he saw them that he wanted to wear them home to get the full experience,” Dave said.

Another slight chuckle out of Brody, but I also could feel him physically checking out the cuffs and letting out another “cool cuffs man, they look pretty tough.”

That’s when Dave invited Brody to head over to our room with us and he’d show him the additional purchase made that day, once again pawning it off that it was me that wanted them.

Here I am still cuffed up, and Dave and Brody are examining the legcuffs, and it seemed to me that Brody found the new purchases were pretty damn hot, might have been that slight tent in his crotch that I happened to notice.

With Brody in possession of the legcuffs, Dave suggested that since I wanted them so bad, I should try them on since I hadn’t had the opportunity to do so yet, and told Brody to do the honors.

“Come on guys, you’ve had your fun, just uncuff me,” I said.

Brody’s response was that I should at least try them on, and with that he bent down and tried to lock them around my cowboy boots only to discover that they wouldn’t fit over the boots. Realizing this, he scooted me over to my desk chair, pulled up my jeans a bit and pulled a boot off.

“Damn, dude, you ever wash your socks?” were Brody’s next words.

Dave just chuckled, knowing in advance that these boot socks were on their third day already. Second boot off, and I hear the ratcheting of first one legcuff and then the other.

“Go ahead, walk around, see how they fit,” Dave said with a smirk.

Brody just chuckled, but his eyes were seriously checking out the legcuffs. I’d know that look anywhere.

“Damn, those are tough, dude,” Brody said.

And at that point, I could see the wheels spinning in Dave’s head as he bent down and removed them from my ankles. Holding them up in front of Brody, he said with a somewhat authoritarian tone, “You should try ’em out yourself, Brody, see what it feels like to walk in them. You’re a tough ROTC Army boy, should be a piece of cake for a guy like you, have a seat on the desk chair, let’s get you locked up.”

Freaking amazing! Brody did exactly what Dave said and quietly sat down, and he actually extended his booted feet out before Dave even had a chance to tell him to do so. The legcuffs looked hot as hell locked up around those military boots, and watching Brody walk around a bit, give ’em a tug a few times to test their integrity and hearing the chains hit the dorm floor was hot!

“Damn, these are tough, guys! No getting out of these bad boys without a key!” said Brody.

As Brody was checking out the legcuffs, Dave was unlocking my hands from the cuffs, at that point Brody had turned around and was walking back our direction when Dave held up the cuffs in front of him and suggested he get the full effect. I was rubbing my wrists at that point and totally expected Brody to decline the offer. My jaw must have hit the ground as Brody, not saying a word, just turned around, lowered his head, and put his hands behind his back, offering them to the Smith & Wessons. Dave had them double locked in no time, and Brody was testing the chains with a few tugs. With his wrists locked up behind his back, his built chest was a site to behold in that tight Under Armour stretch fiber T-shirt.

Dave walked around the front of Brody and playfully, yet with some strength, gave Brody’s pecs several short jabs and taunting Brody by telling him he’s not so tough now that he’s locked up, and then threw in a “you look pretty damn good in cuffs and shackles Army boy, natural look on you.”

He gave Brody’s right nipple a little twist followed by a couple light playful taps on his cheek. “Think you can get out of the cuffs, Army boy?”

“Heck yeah, if you give me the damn keys, dude,” was Brody’s response.

Dave followed that by telling Brody how it was going down as he placed the keys in Brody’s hands.

“Tell you what, here’s the keys. You have five minutes to get out of the cuffs and shackles. If you fail, you’ll stay locked up for the next hour.”

I thought this was a no-brainer, with the keys, how could you not get out? What I didn’t take into consideration at the time was that his left wrist was turned outward in the cuff, making it very difficult to try to manipulate the keys into either hole. Brody failed miserably. Though he did manage to get one key into the appropriate hole, but didn’t know he had to first turn the key one direction for the double lock mechanism before he could actually disengage the cuff ratchet. Realizing defeat, but not actually thinking Dave was serious about the hour penalty, Brody turned his back towards Dave, slightly lifting his arms up a bit so that he’d take the cuffs off. Dave just chuckled and told Brody that the cuffs come off after the hour’s up and to make the best of it.

“I must say, you do look damn good in ’em, Brody. Yes, Sir, you look mighty fine in metal restraints, a natural look for you indeed.”

That hour must have gone by very slowly for Brody, but it was torture for me as well, just watching him tug on the cuffs every now and then to check out the chains and seeing his boots locked up in shackles was amazing. Dave was right, Brody had a great, natural look in cuffs. As promised, he was released after his hour was up and Dave, with that evil grin on his face, told Brody that he was welcome to spend time in ’em anytime he wanted.

***

You can imagine the look on my face when about two weeks later on a Friday night, after returning from a very late library study session, I found Brody sitting cuffed, hands behind his back, on my desk chair wearing jeans, a wife beater tank top and his military boots. Dave had already left to visit a nearby cousin for the weekend long before I was due back from the library. Brody gave me the cliff notes of the night: apparently the two of them had been horsing around, Dave got him cuffed and then added the legcuffs running the chain through the bottom support of the chair.

Dave then let him know he had to get on the road, but that I’d be back sometime late that night and he was sure that I’d release him. The keys were with his dogtags around his neck, and I set him free. He noticed me checking out his tribal and suggested I get some ink myself, since I had the look for it. He even offered to design it for me. He had designed his own, as it turned out.

With a slap on my back, he said, “Thanks for taking the cuffs off, it’s been a long three hours locked up. I was beginning to think that Dave was going to have me in lockup all night. Oh, and I’m serious about helping you with the tatt, dude.”

With that he headed back to his room. As he headed toward my door I noticed a familiar shape in his left rear pocket, it seems someone else on our floor has a set of cuffs.

To be continued …

By Atlanta Stud

With spring break approaching, Dave and I wanted to get away from campus, but we didn’t feel like hanging out with a bunch of college kids in Daytona getting wasted every day. We were on the web looking at potential cabins to rent for a week at a state park when Brody popped in and asked what’s up. Filling Brody in, he told us to scrap that plan because his folks have a small cabin about three hours out that we could all go to … that is, if we didn’t mind having him along for the week. So it was set that we’d leave that Friday morning of spring break.

When I got back to our room after taking my shower the morning of our departure, I noticed two packed bags on the floor. Dave saw the inquisitive look on my face and said not to worry, everything I’d need is taken care of and to get dressed. He had laid out my attire for the trip … jeans, boxer briefs, long-sleeve olive thermal shirt, brown belt, my desert tan military boots and day old socks.

I was pulling on the boots when Brody, in jeans, short sleeve sweatshirt and his black speed lace military boots and sporting a fresh military haircut walked in carrying his duffel bag. “Let’s hit the road, men!” he barked as he dropped his duffel bag on the floor.

Bags loaded in the Explorer along with a cooler so we could pick up some food for the week, we hit the road. We were about half way there when Dave spotted another Army/Navy store and announced we were headed in to check it out. With good reason, I was a bit nervous considering my first experience with one of those stores when Dave was present. Brody was in the used fatigues section and motioned me over. Holding a pair of desert tan fatigues, Brody exclaimed “ten bucks, dude! A little wear on ’em, but still good, be great for the trails.

With a little more convincing, I tried ’em on and discovered a great fit. He did have a good point about the trails, so I took the fatigues as we continued around the store and Brody picked up a gray sleeveless t-shirt that had ARMY in bold letters across the chest. A few minutes earlier I saw Dave across the store with what looked like a used weight belt, and for some reason, had the clerk ring up his order even though Brody and I were still checking things out. We then saw Dave at a display case and went over to see what caught his eye.

There it was — a set of Smith & Wesson transport shackles. Cuffs connected to a set of legcuffs with about 30 inches or so of chain. The employee took it out of the case and handed it to Dave for inspection. Brody also checked out the set and let out a “cool set man, that would keep someone under control for sure.”

I then warned Brody to be careful because last time Dave made a cuff purchase he had me locked up in the store and I wore the cuffs all the way back to the dorm — and that’s when he saw us in the hallway. Dave checked out the set for a few more minutes before handing it back to the clerk. You can imagine my sigh of relief at that moment. We got back to the Explorer and Brody shucked off his sweatshirt for his new tee, since it had gotten pretty warm outside at that point. I swear he buys his T’s one size too small on purpose — this thing clung to his torso!

Brody hopped into the back seat and Dave handed his bag to him, asking him to set it on the back seat. Brody opened Dave’s bag to check out the weight belt only to discover it had a metal ring attached to it on what would normally be where the belt sits at the small of one’s back for support. “Thought you got a weight belt, dude, what’s this?”

“It’s a transport belt, Brody.”

“You buckle it on a prisoner for transport for more security. The cuffs go through the metal ring.”

“Doesn’t look so secure, there’s no place for a lock where it buckles. The prisoner can get the belt off,” Brody replied.

Dave turned to him and told him that wasn’t possible once the prisoner’s hands are cuffed through the metal loop in the front. Dave got out of the Explorer, opened the door where Brody was sitting and, grabbing the belt, told Brody to hop out. Next thing I know Dave had the belt buckled snugly around Brody’s waist, spun him around so they were now facing each other and grabbed Brody’s wrists, holding them in place near the metal loop as to demonstrate him in cuffs so that Dave could make his point.

Keeping a tight hold of Brody’s wrists, Dave told me to open the glove box and hand him his cuffs so Brody could get the real effect of the belt’s purpose. Chuckling a bit, Brody said he got the point, but Dave said, “just for a couple minutes — you’ve got it in you Army boy — not like you haven’t been cuffed before.”

So there’s Brody, belted and locked up in Dave’s Smith & Wessons getting the full effect and Brody still looking for a way to get at the belt’s buckle, knowing only too well that he can’t. Dave put both hands on Brody’s shoulders and looking him square in the eyes said, “What do you say, tough guy? Think you can ride the rest of the trip like that in the back seat? Actually, let me put it to you this way: You WILL ride the rest of the way in that belt. Saddle up in the back seat, cowboy, we’ve got a couple hours ahead of us yet.”

Brody had a feeling that Dave really was being serious and chuckling a bit said “OK dude you made your point, come on, you can let me out now.” Dave still had his hands firmly on Brody’s shoulders and said, “I KNOW that I CAN let you out, but I’m not going to. And if you so much as say BOO, I’ll march right back into the store and pick up that transport set you seemed to like and you’ll be wearing THAT the rest of the way.”

I could see Brody swallow hard right at that moment but still had that mischievous smile showing on his face when he plucked his ass on the seat and Dave buckled the seatbelt in place. As Dave was climbing in the driver’s seat, Brody leaned forward as far as he could muster towards Dave and said “BOO!” followed by a sarcastic laugh.

“That’s it, I warned you,” Dave said.

Brody, still laughing, said, “Oh come on, I was just kidding, let’s go.”

Dave didn’t say a word, got out and headed back into the store. Brody had a pleading look in his eyes and said, “Come on, here’s my chance, get the cuffs off me!”

“Dave’s got the keys, bud. You think I can pick double-locked cuffs? Dream on.”

Dave was back in just a few minutes toting a small bag, opened the rear driver’s side door where Brody was locked and buckled in place, took out the box and dropped the contents on the floorboard right at Brody’s shined speed-lace boots.

“Dude, you’re not serious!” Brody barked.

But Dave grabbed the legcuffs and firmly locked them around the boots before Brody could say another word, then grabbed the cuffs, at which point the chains followed suit and locked the first cuff around the left wrist, passing the cuff through the metal loop and double locked the second cuff around the right wrist, leaving the original cuffs in place.

“We’ll just keep the other set on for extra protection,” Dave said with a grin and patted Brody’s shoulder. As he shut the door, Dave said, “NOW we’re ready to go.”

To be continued …

By Atlanta Stud

I’m not sure who had it worse the rest of the way to the cabin, Brody or me. Every time he adjusted his feet you could hear the leg shackle chains, and I’d get horny just thinking about him locked up in a full set of transport shackles. Of course, actually seeing him locked up whenever I’d turn to look at him while chatting didn’t help my situation, either.

We finally reached our destination, and I must say that although the cabin wasn’t huge, it was nice and the property certainly provided privacy. Dave parked the Explorer and unbuckled Brody’s seat belt so he could get out and asked him for the keys to the cabin. Brody told him to unhook him from the transport set and he’ll open up the cabin.

“I don’t know, man. You look like a dangerous fugitive to me. Where’s the keys and I’ll open it up,” Dave said back to him.

“Small pocket on the duffel bag.”

Brody knew he wasn’t going to win this one and hoped it would lead to finally getting unlocked. As we grabbed our gear out of the Explorer, Brody smirked and said, “Gee, love to help, but I’m a little tied up right now.”

Dave opened up the cabin. There were two bedrooms with a full bathroom between them, a small kitchenette and living area with fireplace. I dropped Brody’s duffel bag in the room he claimed as his as he stood there still locked up, while Dave and I made a trip back out to the Explorer for another round of gear.

Upon entering the cabin, Dave’s jaw hit the ground. There was Brody, parked on one of the chairs in the living area, only he was no longer in the transport set. Dave accused me of giving Brody the cuff keys, but I hadn’t and defended myself.

“Once a Scout, always a Scout,” Brody replied.

Then I recalled that night when I found Brody locked up in my dorm room. As he was leaving, I swore I saw the outline of cuffs in one of his rear pockets.

“Brody’s got a set of cuffs, must have used his own keys,” I said, relaying why I thought so.

“Well I’ll be damned, let’s have a look at ’em, see what kind you got,” said Dave.

With that, Brody went to his room and returned with a set of Peerless cuffs, black finish hinged cuffs at that!

“Thought these looked pretty tough when I saw ’em, whatcha think? They really limit movement once locked on,” Brody said.

“Well damn, I didn’t know you liked cuffs this much, Brody, very nice,” Dave replied.

There was that ever-so-slight grin and twinkle in Brody’s eyes at that point, for those who know him, they know it’s his mischievous side showing. With that Dave suddenly grabbed my left wrist and snapped shut a cuff and had my right wrist locked up before I knew what was happening. At least they were locked up in front of me and not behind the back this time.

“Hey wait, I haven’t had the official tour of the place yet, show us around,” said Dave.

Brody smirked and led the way, showing us where everything we needed was on the main floor, and mentioned that the basement basically was storage, but he showed it off anyway. There was probably a 20-by-20-foot area of open space and four support beams from floor to ceiling. He took us outside and showed us the immediate area around the cabin, the whole time with me still locked up, and I caught Brody sneaking looks at the cuffs locked on me throughout the tour. I finally got let out of the cuffs, and we all just kicked back a bit on the back porch putting down some beers after we had eaten dinner. Doesn’t take much for Brody to get a bit buzzed off beer, and he brought up that Dave’s transport set was a pretty tight set of metal to get locked up in.

“Gotta admit, it was pretty tough, only thing missing was the orange jumpsuit and I’d have looked like a real prisoner being escorted to prison,” Brody chuckled.

“Yeah, Brody? Like that idea do ya? Bet you even think about being geared up like that, yeah you do. Locked up and taken off to jail in your jumpsuit, you’d look good like that, bud,” Dave said.

Dave had purchased such a jumpsuit a couple weeks back and would make me sleep in it some nights. I could only hope he didn’t pack it in his duffel bag for the trip, if Brody only knew what he just said.

“How about we put you in a jumpsuit, Brody? Get locked up and see what it feels like?”

Brody chugged the remaining half of his beer and with a smirk told Dave he’d be game, but since such garment doesn’t exist at the moment. Dave took off to the bedroom and hollered back to Brody to come over. When Brody did, Dave tossed the jumpsuit at him and told him he had three minutes to get changed. Brody just stood there, frozen, not believing what just happened, and Dave told him he’s now got two and a half minutes.

Damn if Brody didn’t shuck his new ARMY shirt, his jeans and boots and slip into the jumpsuit that Dave made me sleep in.

“Get your boots back on, prisoner!” Dave barked.

I was told to get the transport belt and shackles, and within a few minutes Brody was locked up again. Dave brought him over to a full-length mirror so he could see how much he looked like a real prisoner. Brody took it all in and he tested the restraints knowing all too well he wasn’t getting out, especially after he was ‘encouraged’ to tell Dave where his cuff keys were. Dave still had the hinged cuffs in his back pocket after setting me free and told me to face the wall, hands behind my head, at which point he locked me up, hands behind the back. He went over to his duffel bag and pulled out the legcuffs that he purchased some months back and I was soon locked in those as well.

“Well gents, seems like I’ve got two prisoners here, guess that makes me the Warden. Brody, think it’s time you hit the rack for the night, and yeah, you’re staying locked up like that ’til morning. As for you, get your ass in the next bedroom, cowboy, time for me to get my boots off.”

To be continued …

By Atlanta Stud

After Dave led me (Jake) back to our room, he went back to Brody’s room to find him still standing in front of the mirror, tugging a bit on the cuffs locked through the ring on the transport belt. Standing directly behind him and putting his hands on Brody’s muscled shoulders, he leaned in and quietly said, “Yeah, that’s it stud, keep tugging on that metal you’re locked up in. Ironic that all that muscle you’ve worked so hard on can’t help you right now. But you like this, don’t you, not being in control. I could tell that first day you tried on those cuffs we bought. Bet you’re in ROTC for the same reason, so you can have someone telling you what to do. Am I right? Tell me I’m right, Brody.”

Brody turned to face Dave, swallowed hard and kept silent.

“Yeah, just what I thought, big boy. So here’s what I’m proposing for the week, and when I’m done with the proposal, you’ll have until morning to give me your answer as you’re locked to your bunk for the night. First, I’m the Warden around here and you’re the inmate. This week you’ll be wearing that jumpsuit that you seem to like so much, or you’ll be in your fatigues, boots and your new ARMY T or shirtless if the weather dictates. You’ll see what’s been issued to you each morning after you shower. At all times while indoors, at minimum you’ll be locked in legcuffs, but for now get your ass on that bunk.”

With that said, Brody found himself flat on his back on his bunk while Dave released one legcuff, ran it through one of the metal vertical footboard supports and then relocked it around his boot.

“I’m placing a cuff key into one of the handcuff’s keyholes. If you want out, all you have to do is unlock the cuffs and shackles and I’ll know you don’t want to continue. But if you want to be an inmate for the week, take the key out, keep it in the palm of your hand so that you can present it to me when I return. You’ve got ’til morning, inmate. You know you look damn good locked up, boy, damn good.”

With that Dave turned out the lights, but all that metal locked on Brody shined nicely from the bright moonlight coming in from the window. Even Dave had a difficult time sleeping that night, as all he could think about was the hot fireplug locked down to his bunk and what his answer would be in the morning.

Dave was up at the crack of dawn. He couldn’t sleep and he wanted to know Brody’s answer to his proposition.

He put the coffee on and marched into Brody’s room to find him wide awake, and the key missing from the keyhole and resting nicely in the palm of his hand, at which point Dave took possession of it and his new inmate.

Having left Brody locked down, I was instructed to get my shower in and get geared up in what Dave had left out for me. Today’s attire consisted of my new (used) desert tan fatigues, my two-day-old socks, boxer briefs and my desert tan boots, no shirt. I was then promptly locked in the Smith & Wesson cuffs in front and told to sit my ass on the bunk until told further notice.

Dave unhooked Brody from his shackles, and he was given five minutes to shower, get back to his room and get dressed. Dave had set out Brody’s woodland fatigues, jockstrap, black speed lace boots and socks, no shirt.

Brody was then instructed to lock himself up in the legcuffs and to lock the hinged cuffs on in front, afterward Dave proceeded with the double locking.

Dave took me out to the living area, and that’s when I saw Brody locked up, shirtless with that hot tatt on full display. I’ve always admired that tatt and must have been staring a bit longer than I thought, because Brody just looked at me and said, “Offer still stands, dude, you ready for me to design your tatt, bro? Of course, I’ll need out of these cuffs to work on the sketch.”

Brody moved around to look at my back, took his locked-up wrists and outlined where he thought my ink should go.

“Got a great-looking back dude, and I think I’ve got just the thing for it,” he said.

Dave hadn’t known of the offer up until now, but he promptly unlocked Brody’s wrists, got him some sheets of paper and a pen and told him to get to work. About 45 minutes later Brody was satisfied with his sketch and presented it to me for my opinion.

“Of course it’s smaller in scale than the actual, which will be about 12 inches across and maybe four inches in height, but you get the idea.”

Had to admit it was a hot-looking tribal tatt, and just the thought of that on my back had me hard. Dave locked Brody back up in the hinged cuffs, and the two of them discussed the sketch while placing it on my back to determine the best location.

“Oh yeeeah, you’re getting inked when we get back, bro, and I can’t wait to see my work displayed on your back.”

“OK inmates, here’s the deal. I’m not one for dancing around the facts, and the facts are pretty clear, but I’m putting them out on the table anyway. First off, I’m the Warden around here for the week and you two boys are the inmates. At all times you’ll be in some form of restraint and I will be the only one here determining your uniform of the day. Secondly, facts are facts and ‘ol Brody here loves getting locked up in cuffs and shackles so don’t act or say anything differently about that. I’ll make sure that you get your fill this week. And Jake here, well Brody, you may not know this, but he’s been my boy a good while now. He spends plenty of nights locked in cuffs or shackles and he’s a bona fide awesome footlicker. You be a good inmate, Brody, and you’ll see just how good he is. Either one of you start acting up this week, and you’ll soon find that you’ll be locked to a post in the basement. We’ll just call that solitary confinement. And just like solitary, the only thing you’ll be wearing is the shackles locked around your wrists and ankles. Think I won’t do it? Just try me. Damn Brody, judging by the looks of things in your crotch, guess I must be saying something you like hearing. Maybe that needs to be locked up as well.”

Dave had Brody get up, at which point he locked the hinged cuffs behind Brody’s back, went back to our room and returned with a small box.

“I actually bought this to try on ‘ol Jake here, but maybe it’s better suited for you, Army boy.”

With that Dave opened the box and pulled out what we learned was a CB6000 male chastity device. At first Brody looked at it with a bit of curiosity, but realizing its purpose and that Dave had an interest in locking the device on Brody, he quickly backed away from it.

Dave, in his gentle yet dominating tone, simply laid out the ‘facts’ as he likes to say. “Brody, Brody, Brody, let’s look at the facts, shall we? You’re locked up in hinged cuffs, which are behind your back, your legs are in steel legcuffs. Do you really think you stand a chance of me NOT putting this on you? If you behave, you won’t be put in solitary, you don’t want that do you? Come on, let’s finish getting you ‘locked up'”

Dave dove right in, pulled down the fatigues and jock and had Brody’s manhood quickly locked up and had him back in ‘uniform.’

“You’ll be in that 24 hours, whether you like it or not, so get used to it. You’ll notice the padlock utilizes a three number combo to open instead of a key, and only the Warden has that number. Oh yeah boys, this is going to be a great spring break week.”

To be continued …

By Atlanta Stud

Dave had yet to take his shower that morning when all this took place, so he announced that he would be getting it in while we stayed locked up in the living area, but not before he repositioned my hands behind my back, double locking the cuffs and unlocking the shackle around Brody’s right ankle and locking it around my right ankle. We stood there for a few minutes taking it all in. I mean seriously, what the hell just happened in under 24 hours?! I couldn’t help but look at Brody’s crotch. The bulge was even more prominent with the chastity device securely locked on.

“Does it hurt? Your cock being locked up in that thing?” I asked Brody.

“No dude, good thing, huh. Feels weird. I mean, I can feel my cock in that cage, but that’s it. I can’t feel my jock against my cock. It’s like your hands are in a set of boxing gloves. You can feel the gloves around your hands and wrists, but you can’t really feel much of a sensation from the exterior,” Brody said.

Over the next 10 minutes or so that we had before Dave returned, Brody learned more about my ‘place’ in Dave’s life and how it all started that night many months back with me in a hogtie challenge.

“Looks like things progressed a little since then between you two,” Brody said with a chuckle.

I dragged Brody over to the full-length mirror in the bedroom, and as he faced it I said, “Dude, take a look in the mirror. You’re shackled hand and foot AND your cock’s locked up! I’d say you made some pretty damn good progress yourself lately. Dave’s right about you, stud, I bet you love being locked up in shackles. Good thing, too, because you’ll be in ’em all week by the sound of it.”

Although Brody didn’t say anything at first, he was maneuvering his crotch a bit and swallowed hard after hearing those words.

“How’s my favorite two inmates doing?” Dave said as he came into the room at the tail end of our conversation. Damn he looked great: jeans, desert tan boots, black belt and a tight black T-shirt. “Damn you two inmates look fine locked up, just like a couple of Army boys in the BRIG.”

“Well almost,” Brody began. “In a real BRIG, this inmate next to me wouldn’t have that mop on his head. They’d have taken that down to stubble upon intake.”

There was that devious twinkle in Brody’s eyes and a slight grin on his face as he said that, as if he intentionally wanted to plant that seed with Dave.

“You know, you’re right, Brody. Too bad we don’t have the BRIG barber on hand to take care of that and get him looking like a real BRIG inmate.”

I couldn’t believe they talked so casually about this right in front of me, as though I wasn’t hearing any part of it.

“Perhaps the Warden should check the bottom pouch of my duffle bag,” Brody continued.

With that, Dave stepped away for a couple minutes only to return with a set of clippers and couple guards in his hand and a look on his face seeming to ask why Brody would have packed clippers for the trip.

“I like to trim up every few days to keep a neat look,” said Brody without having been asked.

Dave unlocked the shackle from Brody’s boot and parked my ass on one of the wooden dinette chairs, locking the shackle chain around the bottom rung before re-attaching it around my free boot. He then used the leg shackle part of the transport set, locking Brody’s right boot up to one of the chair legs before unlocking him from his cuffs and placing them in his back pocket.

“OK Brody, you’re the official BRIG barber. This inmate isn’t in compliance with BRIG hair regulations. It’s your duty to make sure his hair meets regs. And for completing your task, I will reward you by allowing you to spend your day in just leg shackles and no cuffs. Fail to perform your duty, and you will spend four hours in solitary and add 12 hours to your time in that cock cage.”

With that, Dave plugged in the clippers and Brody attached the trimming guard and before I knew it, I was buzzed down and meeting BRIG haircut regs. Brody brushed off my head with his left hand as he held the clippers in his right, and looking at Dave said, “With all due respect, Warden, you’re not in compliance with haircut regs either. If you’ve got the balls, Sir, this BRIG barber can get you looking sharp in a regulation high and tight. Why don’t you unlock the other prisoner and have a seat, Sir.”

It wasn’t so much a question as it was being instructed to do so. Dave stood there for a moment, and Brody came up to him and brushed his hand along the sides of Dave’s head and with full confidence in what he was envisioning for Dave said, “I’ve got a 00000 blade for the sides and it’ll blend up nice to a #2 on the top, Warden. You’d look tough as hell. Just have a seat, Sir, and I’ll get you looking sharp.”

Dave actually went for it, probably his testosterone kicking into full gear at the thought that he’d look even more like a Warden with a high and tight. Brody went to work and had Dave sporting a high and tight in no time. Dave got up and checked out his new haircut, went back to Brody and locked his wrists behind his back and unlocked the leg shackle that attached him to the chair. Then he took the leg shackles off from around my boots and placed them at Brody’s feet and began unlacing his speed lace boots.

“Why am I locked up in cuffs, Warden? You said that I could spend the rest of the day in legcuffs and not have to be in handcuffs,” Brody said.

Dave had just finished pulling off Brody’s second boot and both his socks and while unbuckling Brody’s belt and pulling his fatigues and jock down to the floor said, “I’m keeping my promise, inmate. What I said was that I would reward you by allowing you to spend the rest of your day in just leg shackles, and that’s what you’ll be doing.”

Dave then double locked the leg shackles around Brody’s hairy bare ankles and then removed the handcuffs. I’m not sure who was more in shock, me or Brody, but I gotta admit that is what Dave told him, and that’s what he got. Made me realize real quick to pay very close attention to Dave’s spoken words, because it may sound like one thing, but mean something else entirely. What a sight that fireplug was, cock locked and in leg shackles and nothing else, and I’ve got a whole day of that sight ahead of me.

Dave grabbed the cock cage and looked Brody square in the eyes. “Give me any problems, inmate, or complain about your situation even once, and you’ll get that four hours of solitary and this cage stays on a full 48 hours,” he said. “Do I make myself clear, boy? You belong to me this week.”

To be continued …

By Atlanta Stud

Brody swallowed hard and was barely able to get out a “Yes, Sir” response to Dave. One quickly realizes how little control he has when he’s buck naked with the exception of wearing a locked chastity device and legcuffs. Dave removed my hinged cuffs and had me clean up the ‘barber shop’ floor while Brody, having free wrists, was instructed to make up his bunk in addition to a few other chores.

With the chores out of the way, Dave called us back to the living area for ‘inspection’ as he put it and told Brody that he’s done well since this morning and he would be rewarded with a pair of sneaks to protect his feet from the old hardwood floors of the cabin. That drew a smile to Brody’s face until he saw that Dave was issuing him my sneaks — and let me tell you those sneaks have, let’s say a character all their own after many wearings without socks and with socks that haven’t seen a washer in several days.

“Your choice, inmate, either stay barefoot, or lace ’em on. I’ll give you five seconds to decide.”

Brody must have figured it was a better option and was soon wearing my old sneaks. Dave then ‘suggested’ that we all head down to the basement. The basement had earlier been declared the solitary confinement area, so needless to say Brody and myself were very obviously nervous at this point. Fortunately for us, it wasn’t going to be time spent in solitary, but ‘gym time’ as Dave had put it.

Brody was instructed to get on his knees, at which point Dave unlocked his legcuffs and tossed him a jock and ordered him to ‘suit up.’

The legcuffs were immediately locked back on, and gym class promptly began with a series of 25 pushups each, squats, pull-ups by utilizing an overhead beam, and sit ups, then the whole routine was repeated several more times.

Needless to say we were both dripping in sweat and needed a shower in the worst way. It may have been a little cooler in the basement, but there was absolutely no air circulation. Once back upstairs, our shackles were removed and we were told to strip down for our showers and leave our clothes on Brody’s bunk, and for Brody that consisted of one sweaty jockstrap and my old sneaks.

“You boys have a total of five minutes to get cleaned up. If I were you, I’d get in there together and make the best use of that five minutes before your time limit’s up. And make sure you boys wash each other’s backs so they’re nice and clean.”

That being said, the five minutes went by quickly and we went back to Brody’s room figuring my old sneaks would still be sitting on the bed along with my fatigues and boots, but not a thing was there. Dave promptly entered the room and tossed me a jockstrap, and judging by its dampness, quickly realized it was the one Brody had worn during gym class. I was told to put it on and I would find the rest of my gear from earlier in the other room and that I had better be dressed and back in Brody’s room in five minutes.

“Today’s a great day for a hike, boys, so Brody, get geared up in your fatigues, boots and that new Army T. We’re headed out in ten minutes!”

Dave placed both the hinged and chain cuffs in his back pockets and announced that if he had any trouble with us at any point on the hike, that we’d be locked up for the remainder of the hike and he didn’t care if anyone saw us locked up. Neither one of us doubted his statement. We set out for what turned out to be a two-hour hike, with Brody leading the way since this is his old stomping grounds. As a casual reminder as to who was in charge, every now and then Dave removed a set of cuffs and would run the arms through the ratchets as we were walking along the trails.

My already damp jock that Brody had worn during gym class was even damper than before, and every now and then I picked up the scent of that damp jock. I could only imagine what Brody’s crotch felt like being locked up in that CB6000 and having to endure a hike with it locked on. That slight bulge in his crotch combined with his fatigues, boots and tight T got me a bit worked up for sure. We made it back without any lock-up time, with the exception of when Dave stopped to take a piss. He locked us together with the hinged cuffs and then locked my remaining free hand to a small tree. He clearly wasn’t taking any chances with us.

The rest of the night was actually not too eventful, though we were kept cuffed up with our wrists in front, me in the hinged, Brody in the chain cuffs. That made eating the burgers we cooked up on the grill a bit interesting, but we knew not to complain. Eventually it was time to rack out for the night, so Dave took Brody to his room and instructed him to lay down on the bunk. He then locked him down in the transport set, running the chain to the legcuffs through one of the bars at the foot of the bed.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Army boy! Get a good night’s rest. Just think, you’re junk gets unlocked in the morning.”

Being a horny 20-year-old, I have no doubt that during the night ‘ol Brody was examining that plastic tube that caged up his cock hoping he could feel something, anything. I was stripped down to the sweaty jock and locked in legcuffs for the night and my left wrist cuffed to the metal bed post while Dave soundly slept for the night.

To be continued …

By Atlanta Stud

Morning couldn’t arrive fast enough for me. I wanted out of the cuffs that held me to the bed post and into the kitchen for some coffee and a plate of eggs and bacon, that’s all I could think about. But alas, I was on hold until Dave got back from fetching Brody out of his room.

“OK Army boy let’s get you out of the rack and here’s the key to the cock cage. I’ll let you do the honors. Once you’re done, you’ll be released from the transport set, I want you on your knees with your hands behind your head while I lock the leg cuffs on. Your gear for the next 24 hours will be the fatigues, boots and leg cuffs. No shirt. If I don’t have any trouble with you, I won’t put you in handcuffs, but I promise you that I’ll snap ’em on in a heartbeat if necessary.”

Dave returned with a shirtless Brody, his dog tags resting between his hot pecs and the rattling leg cuff chains in tow; both of them now at the foot of the bed just looking at me like I was an animal snared in a net.

“Well, what should we do with this one?” Dave asked Brody. It wasn’t so much a question being asked to Brody as it was a statement as to what they were going to do with me. Brody looked at Dave, first with a hint of a puzzled look on his face that quickly turned into an evil grin. I’ve seen that look on him before, and I instantly got a chill up my spine.

“Well, fact of the matter is that guy locked up on the bed over there hasn’t had the pleasure of trying out your new transport set, Sir.”

That’s when I started tugging on the cuffs that held me securely to the bedpost. I knew I wasn’t breaking out of them, but I had to try and try I did.

“You know, Brody, you’re right. He hasn’t had the pleasure of trying ’em out. Why don’t you go fetch the transport set off your bed and we’ll just see what we can do about that.”

Brody nearly tripped over himself as he ran to the next room to recover the transport set. Apparently in his eagerness to get there and back he had forgotten that he was still locked in leg shackles. When he returned, he stood at the foot of the bed, holding the transport set at face level by just the cuffs, letting the leg cuffs dangle by the connecting chain. He just held them there and grinned; grinned at me and my predicament. Then, without even being given instruction from Dave, he made his way toward me, grabbed my left boot tight and locked the shackle snug and then held a firm grip to my right booted ankle and repeated his actions setting the double locking mechanisms. I didn’t offer my free wrist to the waiting attached cuff.

“You won’t win that battle you’re imagining in your head, boy,” Brody said. “You best offer up those wrists before you find yourself in solitary.”

Shit! That didn’t even occur to me at the moment and I knew fighting was a no-win situation. Reluctantly, I offered my free wrist, to which Brody quickly applied the cuff and then locked up my other wrist, still cuffed and attached to the bed post. Dave then came around, patted Brody on the pec congratulating him for a job well done before he released me from the cuffs that held me to the bed.

“Come on, boys, time for chow.”

With me in the full transports, Brody made breakfast while Dave apparently sat back and enjoyed our situation. I had to admit that the sight of that hot Army jock cooking breakfast, locked up in leg shackles, dog tags held in place by his big pecs and that amazing tattoo, was freaking hot. I was unhooked from the cuffs long enough to take care of morning business and promptly locked back up again. I wasn’t permitted a morning shower.

“Well, Brody, gonna allow you the opportunity to determine how long our boy here stays locked up in the transports. However, there is a price associated with being given that responsibility, which is inside one of these three envelopes. Should you choose to determine how long he stays locked up what’s in the one you choose is what goes. Maybe it’s not a penalty at all, but you have to make your choice without knowing in advance.”

I could tell that Brody loved the idea of me locked up in the transports the moment he suggested it, so it was no surprise to me that he took Dave’s ‘offer.’

“I’m game. I’ll take on the opportunity to see him locked up in transports, and I want to see him locked up in them for the next 24 hours. It will be hot seeing his ass rattling around in a full set of shackles. I’ll take envelope No. 2.”

With that Dave instructed Brody to turn around and put his hands behind his back before he read what was in the envelope. He had him locked up in his own black-hinged cuffs.

“You’re locked up in those cuffs in the event that what’s in this envelope isn’t to your liking. I can assure you, Brody, that whatever it is, you will fulfill your obligation and Jake here will remain locked up in the transport set for a full 24 hours, just as you prescribed. Brody, as I read what’s in here, I’ll need you to face Jake.”

“Brody, you have accepted the contents of this envelope by determining that Jake is to remain locked up in the transport set for 24 hours. As a result, I will now read the contents of envelope No. 2, which is the one you’ve selected. It is so stated in envelope No. 2, that the party agrees to be confined in solitary for a term for no less than the sentence issued to his fellow inmate. Brody, given the fact that you’ve determined Jake’s time in the full transport set is 24 hours; you will be confined to solitary for the same duration. Sentence begins immediately.”

The shocked look on Brody’s face was priceless. Dave grabbed his left upper arm firmly and took a reluctant Brody down to the basement, and I was instructed to follow. Dave had determined early on that whoever was in solitary would be stripped, wearing nothing but the cold steel locked securely on his limbs. Brody was already stripped to the waist, and Dave knew he wouldn’t be stripped without a fight even when locked up in hinged cuffs. To assure Brody that he didn’t have a chance in hell, Dave backed him up to the post and secured a rope from his upper arms to the post and proceeded to unlock the leg cuffs from his boots, and had him stripped down in a matter of minutes. He then took one leg cuff and locked it to the post and attached the free cuff to Brody’s right ankle, double locking it. The hinged cuffs were reattached in front and the rope removed.

“Brody, you are hereby sentenced to solitary for 24 hours. The cuffs and shackles will remain in place during your sentence. Each and every time you request to be set free from solitary will add an additional four hours to your sentence. I will enforce this sentence to the fullest. I will, however, grant you one more penalty to impose on Jake here if you like without any additional penalty going towards yourself. Do you wish to add anything to Jake’s sentence?”

“Damn right I do. Lock his ass up in that cock cage for the duration of my time in solitary. Let’s see how he likes getting his cock locked up.”

“I like your style, Brody, and so it shall be. Jake, get your ass upstairs and wait for me in Brody’s room. You’re getting cock locked, boy.”

As we left to go back upstairs, I could hear Brody tugging at the leg cuff chain that held him fast to the post. He wasn’t locked to the post ten minutes yet and he was trying to break free and all that muscle he had wasn’t going to get him out of that steel. It’s funny how a tiny little key weighing a fraction of an ounce prevented him from going anywhere-just a tiny little key. I was promptly locked up in the cock cage. I knew not to try to fight it, considering the steel securely locked around my limbs. It was a strange feeling being cock locked, but at least I wasn’t chained up in solitary like Brody. There I was, alone in the bedroom for a few minutes when Dave left to take a shower, and that’s when I spotted it, right there on the floor just under Brody’s bunk. How could Dave, being in such control, not realize that one of the cuff keys was loose?

Oh, how I had on many occasions thought how great it would be for Dave to have a taste of his own medicine after all he’s done to me. It was a fantasy; nonetheless, I couldn’t really pull it off on my own. But I had Brody on my side for sure. Yeah, he’d want out of solitary and would love to get even! My hands shook as I grabbed the key and grabbed the first thing I saw for Brody to wear so he could have some coverage, his jock. Wasn’t much coverage, but at least he’d have something. I made my way downstairs to Brody, and damn if he didn’t look hot chained up. But that wasn’t the purpose of my visit. I had to set him free.

“What are you doing here?” Brody asked.

“Come on we have to hurry. I found a spare key. Here’s a jock, I’ll get you unlocked and we can get Dave as he’s getting out of the shower!”

As I reached toward Brody’s handcuffs, he pulled them away. To say I was shocked and confused was an understatement. “What are you doing, man? Get your wrists out here so I can uncuff you! We don’t have much time if we’re going to capture Dave!”

“Dude, you don’t get it. Look, I need to fill you in, bud. Remember that day you and Dave got the cuffs and I spotted you locked up in the hallway and I got to try ’em on in the room? I was instantly hooked and couldn’t wait to get my own set. Dave locked me up several times when you were at a class or gone for a weekend. This whole trip; this whole lockup weekend was planned for me to get a real taste of long-term lock up. Dude, I need to experience solitary. Damn, just look at me, stud. I work out five times a week, I’ve got killer pecs and 17-inch biceps and I look like a chained up animal. I am a chained up animal, and I freaking love it! Just look at that shackle locked around my hairy leg, man! I can’t explain it, dude. I’m a muscle bound Army jock that’s discovered a passion for getting locked up in shackles. You gotta get out of here before Dave checks up on me.”

It didn’t take me but a second to make my way back upstairs — no way was I planning on being in solitary.

As Dave approached Brody down in solitary he said, “How’s my Army boy doing in solitary?”

“Fine, Sir, about as well as one can be locked up to a post.”

“Well, boy, I’ve got a little present for you. Something to add for your stay down here.” With that, Dave pulled out a full spandex hood and placed it on Brody’s head, followed by a chain collar and padlock and the leather transport belt, which he then fed the cuffs through the ring.

“That should add a little more excitement to your stay. I know you’re loving this, boy.” A quick twist of Brody’s nips followed by a controlled grunt and Dave was headed back upstairs.

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By Atlanta Stud

A few hours later I was instructed to check on Brody and provide him with some water. That was the first time I had seen him with the hood and added transport belt. I pulled up the spandex hood just enough to clear his mouth, let him take in as much of the water as he wanted and promptly pulled the hood back down. Not an easy task when one’s locked up in transport shackles, by the way.

“Gotta say, Brody, that hood’s a nice touch. You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” I got a nod of approval from the prisoner.

“Looks like I got just what I asked for, doesn’t it Jake? Sucks we gotta leave in a day. We’ll need to come back and do this again.”

“Well I can’t stay long. Don’t want to get myself into any trouble with the Warden up there, but I’m sure you’ll be checked on again before we hit the rack.”

“Thanks Jake. By the way, I hope you’re enjoying that cock cage. Bet you’re loving it, huh Cowboy? Just wait ’til you get morning wood!” Brody said with an evil chuckle.

When I returned upstairs, Dave unlocked me long enough to get into my orange prisoner jumpsuit and then locked me back in the transport shackles. I looked like a real inmate at that point, especially with my recent BRIG haircut.

“How’s the prisoner in solitary doing?”

“He’s having the time of his life, Sir”

“Bet you are too, boy. Look how far you’ve come since that first night you got roped. Wouldn’t have thought it would have gone this direction, but I’m glad it did. Take a look in that full mirror, boy, and see just how hot you look in the jumpsuit and transport set. You were made for it — poster boy if there ever was one!”

As Dave stood directly behind me with his hands firmly on my shoulders; I looked at myself — my inmate self — I wasn’t sure what to think. It wasn’t all that long ago that this all started with a hogtie challenge. Since that time, I was submitting more and more to Dave in almost every aspect; even what I wore each day; including sneaks or boots — especially his boots. He had me wearing the brown cowboy boots most every day now. I liked what I saw staring back at me and I liked Dave taking care of me. I tugged on the chains and the sound made my trapped horny dick try to get hard in its own prison cell.

“Time for you to rack out, boy. You’ll be bunking in Brody’s bunk tonight.”

With that said, Dave unlocked one leg cuff and ran it through one of the metal foot posts before relocking it on my ankle.

“See you in the morning, Jake. I need to check on the prisoner in solitary.”

He walked out to check on Brody.

“How’s my ARMY boy doing? Looking good, looking real good. Hope you’re getting the experience that you wanted, stud. Bet you’ve tried to break free, too. Haven’t you? Pulling on the leg iron attached to the post, putting your head along the floor in order to get the spandex hood off. But the hood’s a bit too snug to accomplish that, isn’t it, boy?”

Dave had one hand gripped on the leg cuff attached to Brody’s ankle and the other caressing the top of Brody’s head as he spoke.

“Yes Sir. You’ve provided me one heck of a Spring Break! Sure beats heading off to the beaches and hanging out with a bunch of party animals any day!”

“Shame I can’t keep you locked up for a few more days. But we’ll figure something out soon enough. This chain collar’s staying on until we get back to campus, though. If it wasn’t for you being in ROTC, I’d keep it on you the rest of the semester.”

Dave sat down and unlaced his sneaks, pulled off his three-day-old, no-show UA socks, pulled up the hood past Brody’s mouth and placed his warm, sweaty foot to his mouth. This definitely caught Brody by surprise, and he pulled his head back a bit due to the unexpected foot surprise.

“Brody, Brody, Brody. Now I’m only going to say this once. I’m your only way out of those shackles. Jake can’t help you since he’s locked down to your bunk. Whether you like it or not, you’re going to start licking the soles of my feet and then individually take care of all 10 toes. Here’s what you do. Just breathe in my foot smell for a few minutes; get accustomed to its great manly scent. Then just start right on in. You’ll find out real soon just how much you enjoy it.”

It took Brody a few minutes, but knowing all too well that he was in no position to break free on his own, he did try after all. He began working on Dave’s soles and realized it wasn’t as bad as he thought. His attack on the toes even surprised Dave, as Brody was really going at them with gusto! When his task was completed, Dave patted him on the head and congratulated Brody for a job well done.

“Good boy, Brody. You’re a natural. Time for me to get some rest, I’ll be back for you in the morning. Before I go, I’ll leave you with something to remind you of me tonight.”

With that said, Dave took his sweaty sox and put them over Brody’s nose before pulling the tight spandex hood back down.

“Get used to that smell, Brody, you’ll be getting a lot more of it on a regular basis soon enough.”

I awoke the following morning with the sight of Dave and Brody, still locked up but without his hood, standing at the side of my bunk and my cock straining against the chastity cage.

“How’s that morning wood feel, cowboy? Bet you wish you had that cage off right now.” Brody laughed.

“Careful, Brody, or you might find yourself locked back in it,” I replied.

Considering we were both locked up without keys to anything, I didn’t see how that was possible, but at least I threw the threat out there so it’d be in the back of his mind.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen. My, how I like the way you tease each other. Reminds me of how my brother and I messed with each other growing up on the farm in Iowa,” Dave said. “But as you both know, we need to head back to campus. After I release you from your restraints, you’ll both get your showers in, and I’ll have your gear laid out for you. We’ll need to hit the road in a couple hours, so get to it so we can get breakfast in before we head out.”

It was good to see that Dave had provided us with normal clothes for the return trip. Jeans, the brown cowboy boots and short-sleeve sweatshirt for me. Jeans, desert tan boots and ARMY T for Brody. Everything was packed up with the exception of all the restraints, which Dave was just starting to put into his backpack when Brody walked in the room.

“Gotta say it was one fun week up here, Dave,” Brody said as he was handling the transport set and then his hinged cuffs, running the arms through the locking mechanism.

“Those are some fine cuffs you picked up, Brody,” Dave said.

“Yeah, no way out of these pups when you lock ’em on and the keyholes are facing up ’cause you can’t reach the keyholes. Heck, even when the keyholes are towards your fingers, it would be difficult to get out of these,” Brody said. “Just curious, Dave. With all this gear, have you ever tried any of it on?”

“Haven’t been locked up, no. My brother had me roped up many times when we were growing up. We challenged ourselves with trying to get out of ropes, but we didn’t have anything like this on the farm,” Dave replied.

“Well damn, stud. Come on, try on my hinged cuffs. Just for a couple minutes so you can see the impact they have on us when you lock us up,” said Brody. “We’re hitting the road in a couple minutes, not like I’m gonna trick you and lock you up for a day.”

Brody took Dave’s left hand and snapped the cuff shut as he said this and guided Dave to turn around and locked up his right wrist.

“There, see? Amazing how secure they are and the loss of control you suddenly have once you’re locked up, isn’t it?” Brody said as he gave Dave’s nips a nice pinch and slapped him on the back. He continued by whispering in Dave’s ear. “You know, if I wanted to, I could take those truck keys of yours and you could ride back to campus all locked up. Not a damn thing you could do about it, huh stud? ONLY KIDDING,” he said as he ruffled his hair and unlocked the cuffs. “Had you going for a minute, didn’t I? Damn Dave, was it something I said?” Brody said as he pointed at Dave’s obvious tented jeans.

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The day’s work is almost done for the crew as Daniel does a run through of the work they completed on the new five bedroom house that’s being built.  Dan’s no stranger to overseeing a group of men, having spent time in the Marines as an MP.  His muscular 6′ frame, topped off by the high and tight that he’s so fond of, reminds everyone on the crew where he came from. He’d wear his fatigue pants to work if the construction owner would allow, but he just has to settle with jeans and a snug company emblazoned black polo.

He adds his own touch by tucking the jeans into the tops of his desert tan boots before lacing them snug around the ankles.  At least this looks somewhat military he convinces himself.  Once a Marine, always a Marine, as the saying goes.

Dan’s checking on the tile in the master bath when his apprentice Nick finds him to inform him the crew’s pretty much packed up and heading out.  It was a Friday and since some crucial supplies needed for the next day got held back and wouldn’t arrive until Monday morning, it was decided to give everyone the weekend off and start fresh again on Monday.  For the past month the company had put Nick up at one of those extended stay hotels while working on this project.

Nick was roughly the same age as Dan, late 20’s, but shorter at 5′ 8″ and a solid 185 muscular frame, somewhat hairy Italian features, and a mug that looks like it still has a 5 o’clock shadow right after he’s just shaved it.  Dan and Nick hit it off from the start, and a couple days a week would grab a drink, a bite to eat or even hang out at Dan’s house and cook up some steaks on the grill and put down a few beers.

“We’ve got the whole weekend, Nick.  Why don’t you swing by that shoebox they put you up in, grab some things for the weekend and crash at my place?  I’ve got the spare bedroom and you can stretch out on my back deck and not be confined in that tiny room of yours.  We can fire up the grill and hit the weights in the basement if you want.”

“Damn, sounds great, Dan.  About an hour?”

“Be waiting on you.  I’ve got some burgers in the fridge.  Grab a case of beer on the way and we’re set for chow.”

Dan’s home was about a half hour drive from the job site which gave him enough time to hit the shower and change into a fresh pair of jeans, his favorite olive Underarmour t-shirt and Nike sneaks.  Nick, prompt as usual, arrived one hour later sporting cargo shorts, NB sneaks with black no-show sox and form fitting black T; with a case of beer in hand along with an assortment of things, like chips, to go with the burgers just in case Dan was short on the extras.  It was still a little early to fire up the grill since work that day ended just past 4PM.  A couple beers later on an empty stomach they were hanging out in the basement / mini gym.  Dan, being the proud Marine that he was, talked about his experiences as an MP; and how he occasionally had to arrest his fellow Marines and also spend time as a guard at one of the prisons for a few months.  Little did Nick know at the time that Dan always had a fascination with cuffs, which made his career choice as an MP even better as far as he was concerned.  As an MP he’d be able to keep ’em on his person at all times.

“Still got all the equipment the Corps issued me to keep those grunts in line.  Only the best gear, Smith & Wesson.  Had to make sure they stay locked up and not cause any more trouble.”

“Smith & Wesson what?”  Nick asked.

“Restraints.  You know, cuffs and shackles.  You never heard of Smith & Wesson?”

“Well yeah, guns. I’ve heard of those before.  They make cuffs, too?”

“Hell, yeah.  Over a hundred years now.  Hang on a sec, I’ll grab ’em and you can see the quality for yourself.”

Nick let out a small laugh as he was beginning to realize that Dan apparently took to showing off his gear like some guys get off on showing their sports trophies.

“Hey, back in a sec, Dan.  Gonna grab another round for us.”

When Nick returned, Dan already had the 12″ long gray metal box out which contained the gear he was eager to show off.  First out was the model 100 chain cuffs, followed by a set of hinged cuffs and then the leg shackles.  A lot more metal gear was in the box, as well.  But that would have to wait, Dan thought to himself.

“Check out the quality, man.  You can hear it when you run the ratchet through and feel it when it’s double locked and that ratchet stays firm with not the slightest amount of movement.”  Dan demonstrated just that as he was telling all this to Nick and then handed them over so he could see for himself.

“Yeah, they do look tough at that.  Have to say I’ve not really thought about it.  Seems like cuffs would be cuffs to me.  Haven’t even held a real pair of ’em before now.”

“Wow!  No kidding?  So you’ve never been locked up before, either!  Man, most of my buds had cuffs when we were younger and played cops and robbers.  Of course they weren’t as good as these, but they did the job if you know what I mean.”

Nick looked over the hinged cuffs, feeling the sturdiness that the hinge mechanism provided versus the chain link cuffs.  Trying not to appear too eager, he was definitely fascinated with the leg cuffs.  Those aren’t something you see every day he thought to himself as he ran the arms through the ratchets of what looked like cuffs on steroids with a long chain.

Dan could see Nick’s curiosity and interest.  All in due time Nick said to himself.  All in due time.

“Why don’t we get those burgers on the grill?”  Dan said as he grabbed the leg cuffs out of Nick’s hands and put them back in the gray box.  Dan held onto the box and set it on the patio furniture end table when they went upstairs to fire up the grill.

After they were done eating and hanging out on the deck; the conversation eventually went back to more of Dan’s MP experiences. Nick was becoming more intrigued, asking more detailed questions about Dan’s time as an MP, the training, the tactical techniques to control a guy and the BRIG.

Dan stepped back inside to hit the head and grab another round.  When he returned to the deck, he saw that Nick was checking out the contents of the gray box again and was focused on the Smith & Wesson leg cuffs.

“Sorry, hope you don’t mind me taking the liberty of looking at your gear when you were away.”  Nick said to Dan.

“Not at all.  Look ’em over as much as you want.”  Dan replied back as he watched Nick handle the leg cuffs.  “Key’s in the box, try ’em on if you want to.  No neighbors around, so it’s not like anyone’s watching”

“Oh …. I …. it’s not like I, uh … they just caught my attention.  Not like you see these every day, ya know.”  Nick replied.

“No problem, stud. But really, it’s no big deal and I can understand your curiosity.  So if you want to, go ahead is all I’m saying.”  Dan said as he took a swig of beer.

Nick was really focused on the leg cuffs and ran a ratchet through until it was open. He sort of glanced down at his left leg as if to imagine what it would look like with the cuff locked around his hairy ankle.  A few minutes later he put the thicker part of the leg cuff up against the back side of his left ankle.  Dan thought that, at that very moment, Nick was going for it, but he didn’t.  Then, as Dan turned his head to spit off the deck, he heard that incredible sound of a ratchet running through the locking mechanism. And as he turned his head back, saw that Nick had locked the leg cuff around his left ankle.

“They don’t really do anything if they’re not both locked on.” Dan said.

With a slight chuckle, and a ‘guess you’re right’ from Nick, he took the unused leg cuff and locked it around his right ankle.  He sat there for a minute with his legs stretched out in front looking at his locked up legs.  He then spread them out just enough until the chain ran out of slack.

“Here, those should be set on double lock so you don’t accidentally hit the ratchet on something and injure your ankle.”  Dan said as he bent down and set the double locking mechanism and pocketed the keys.  “Get up, walk around a bit and get the feel of how they limit the movement.  This gives us more control over the inmate when we need to transport ’em.  That’s why I liked using the leg cuffs in addition to handcuffs.”  Daniel said.

Nick walked around the deck a bit and sat back down. He and Dan got back to talking, and before he knew it, another half hour had passed.  Nick, though he consciously knew he still had the leg cuffs on, didn’t say anything about them still being locked; since this would probably be the only time he’d experience ’em.  Plus he felt a little funny having to ask Dan for keys.  During that time, Dan took the liberty of stealing as many glances of the leg cuffs in action as he could.

“Hey, need to hit the head.”  Nick said as he got up, looked down at his locked up ankles and chuckled, “Guess I’ll need these off” as he lifted one leg up to indicate to Dan to unlock the leg cuffs.

Dan looked at the leg cuffs and then back up to Nick and said in a somewhat serious tone, “Be careful not to trip over the chains.  Oh, and bring another round back on the return will ya!”

Being the sport that he was, and considering he’d been locked up all that time while they were talking anyway, Nick carried on with the leg cuffs still secured.

More conversation took place as the night went on and it had gotten to the point that they’d better get to bed.

“Damn Nick! You’ve been locked up this whole time!  Guess I’d better let you loose.  Unless of course, you want to wear ’em to bed?”  Dan said with a laugh.

“That’s ok. I’d probably sleep better with ’em off, Dan, but thanks for the offer.”

Dan went over to where Nick was sitting and kneeled down, put one of the keys in the lock and looking up to Nick told him that if he liked these, he’d have to show him some of the other restraints.  Like the transport set they use when they wanted the prisoners even more secure while in transit.

“Damn, you’ve got even more than what is in the box?”  Nick asked.

“Hell yeah!  Started picking up more gear on my own while in the Corps.  Anytime I’d spot something even more secure than the last, well, it just seemed like I had to have it.”  Dan laughed.  “Oh, guess I’d better get back to taking these pups off ya, huh!  We can get a workout in after breakfast and you can check out as much of the other gear as you want afterwards.”

To be continued …

By Atlanta Stud

The next morning Dan started whipping up a large batch of scrambled eggs, toast, juice and coffee when a shirtless Nick walked into the kitchen wearing his cargo shorts and black no-show socks. That was the first time Dan had seen Nick shirtless and was impressed with his muscular shoulders and traps and his muscular hairy chest, which he kept neatly trimmed.

“Damn that’s smells great and I’m hungry as hell!” Nick said. “We still hitting the weights after breakfast?”

“Sure thing if you’re up for it,” Dan responded.

“Definitely! Only thing, I forgot my gym bag at my ‘shoebox’ as you call it. Mind if I borrow some shorts and a shirt?” Nick asked.

“No prob. Got a drawer full of workout gear. Go find something while I finish making the eggs. Bottom left drawer has shorts and bottom right has shirts.”

Nick grabbed a pair of black workout shorts and changed into that and a light gray UA muscle shirt, the kind that fits snug and shows off every muscle movement when it’s on. As he turned to leave the room, he noticed a pair of antique-looking cuffs on the nightstand.

“LOL … this guy’s probably not kidding about having a cuff collection,” Nick thought to himself as he picked up and quickly examined the heavy cuffs.

“Damn, that shirt looks better on you than it does on me!” Dan said when he saw Nick in the muscle shirt when he returned to the kitchen. “Let’s dig in and we can get to the workout in just a bit.”

A little while after breakfast, Dan threw on a pair of red USMC gym shorts, a black tank top and very well worn pair of wrestling shoes (with a hole poking through the left big toe). He noticed the antique cuffs were in a different location on the nightstand as well.

“Looks like these got someone’s attention,” Dan said to himself with an evil grin.

Dan had a full basement, a third of which he dedicated to a home gym with free weights, smith machine and even a cable crossover pulley system plus a couple large mirrors so he could inspire himself as he worked out. Most of the time he’d wear one of those USMC digital wrestling singlets for his workouts. Dan liked the way it felt snug against his body and how he could see his muscles flexing during his workouts. But he thought it might be a bit much for Nick to see him wearing it. There was another area of the basement that had a door with a very sturdy-looking latch, which also had a heavy duty, three-digit combination lock fastened to it.

Saturday happened to be Dan’s chest and tricep day, so the two focused on that as their routine for just over an hour. Nick commented to Dan that he did a great job with setting up his home gym.

“Great job on the basement, Dan. Really like the gym layout and how you used the space. Obviously that other area is dedicated to being the ‘man-cave,’ but I’ve always wondered what that room in the back corner’s for? Looks like a large high-security storage area with that heavy duty latch and lock on the door.”

“That’s pretty much what it is … storage. Put a heavy duty latch on it to make sure that what I put in there, stays in there. Don’t need to go chasing down things I’ve got locked up if you know what I mean.”

What Dan didn’t reveal however, was that the room not only housed most of his metal restraints collection, but also consisted of an 8’x6′ cell complete with a metal framed single sized bed bolted to the floor, small sink, toilet and authentic recovered jail cell door. A six inch diameter steel ring was also bolted to the center of the cell floor. All in due time, he thought to himself, all in due time.

“Let’s hit the showers, towels in your bathroom are under the sink. I want to head over to the sporting goods store to get a new pair of wrestling shoes,” Dan said.

“Yeah, noticed you wore those when you worked out, you like wrestling shoes instead of sneaks?” Nick asked.

“Oh yeah, they fit the feet real snug and I feel planted to the ground since there’s not a thick sole. Try some on when we’re there and you’ll see what I mean.”

It was warm that day, so after the two threw on some tan cargo shorts and T’s, they climbed into Dan’s new black F-150 and headed over to the sporting goods store that had a nice selection of wrestling shoes. Dan had his eye on the royal blue Asics Aggressor’s with the gold trim, tied on a pair and walked around in ’em for a few minutes and decided they were the ones. Meanwhile Nick examined a few of the styles on display.

“These Aggressor’s are awsome, Nick. Try on a pair and see what you think.”

Nick grabbed a pair of the same, only in the gray with navy trim and tried ’em on as Dan watched, still wearing the royal blue pair he laced up a few minutes earlier. It didn’t take Nick but a few seconds to realize Dan was right, and decided to purchase them. Nick started to unlace his Aggressors when Dan, still wearing the royal blue Aggressors, put his old sneaks in the box as Nick gave a puzzled look.

“Gonna start breaking mine in right now. They pretty much look like high top sneaks anyway. Toss your old sneaks in the box and we’ll both start breaking ’em in,”  Dan said, more as a command than a suggestion.

The real truth behind that ‘suggestion’ was that Dan couldn’t get enough of seeing Nick’s hot, muscular, hairy legs in those wrestling shoes and wanted to savor at the sight as long as he could.

Afterwad, the two stopped at a fast food taco place for a quick bite before making another stop that Dan wanted to get in. At a nearby booth, Dan caught a hot muscular young guy with a buzz cut, who looked about 20, checking out the wrestling shoes he and Nick wore and caught him making a quick package adjustment. For a few moments Dan was picturing that young buck locked in his cell, but then quickly realized that he needed to focus again.

The next stop Dan had planned was an antique mall, or rather a large indoor consignment store with about a hundred different vendor booths of merchandise ranging from real antiques to odd and ends to just plain ‘ol garage sale junk. Dan liked to hit this store about once a month to see if anything interesting showed up. Initially it seemed it was the same old stuff, but then just up ahead, Dan thought he saw something different and made his way toward the booth while Nick checked out a few items a couple booths away. The booth Dan went to was a dealer who carried the usual knives and cheap import decorative swords, but also had a few high end items and a display case with a variety of cuffs and shackles. Dan noticed there was a mix of the cheap ones, but also the good stuff including a set of Clejuso No 8 leg irons that appeared to have a shorter chain than his S&W’s. Dan asked to see them and the vendor took them out of the case so he could inspect them. It did have a shorter chain, which the vendor informed him was 10 inches, and they were a lot heavier than his Smith & Wessons he noticed. He inserted the keys to make sure everything was in working order. About that time Nick walked up to Dan and saw the shackles he was inspecting.

“Something else to add to the collection?” Nick chuckled.

“Check ’em out, feel the weight and they have just a 10″ chain, two inches shorter than the Smith & Wessons you had on last night,” Dan said as he practically forced them into Nick’s hands.

Nick was blushing a bit out of embarrassment, because the vendor was in earshot range when Dan said that.

“Box ’em up, might as well add these to the collection seeing as how I don’t have anything from Germany yet,” Dan said to the vendor.

They eventually made their way back to the truck and Dan set his new purchase on the wide center console. A few minutes later, Nick picked up the bag and opened the box containing the Clejusos and began to inspect them a bit closer. He again noticed the weight and the unusual design compared to the S&W leg cuffs from the night before. He tried to ratchet the arms through and noticed that they came to a complete stop instead of swinging all the way around.

“That’s strange, the arms got stuck. Think they’re defective Dan?”

“No, the vendor told me about that. These are designed that way. They seem to serve the purpose just as well as the swing-throughs, though. Looks like the interior’s designed more along the shape of a man’s leg, too. Bet it makes for a more comfortable fit. I guess as comfortable as one’s going to feel when the authorities have him in shackles.”

Nick took the key and unlocked one of the leg cuffs and put the shackle body up against his right ankle and confirmed what Dan had said about it’s shape.

“Aw hell, don’t half-ass it, lock it on and get the full effect. Not like I haven’t seen you in a set of shackles before,” Dan said with a laugh.

With that, Nick clicked shut the Clejuso shackle around his right ankle and again confirmed that indeed, it was more properly designed to the shape of the ankle. After which he promptly unlocked it, handled the irons for a few more minutes before putting them back in the box. They got back to the house a few minutes later, Nick heading off to use the head while Dan sat down on the living room sofa and began inspecting his new Clejuso’s, at which point he unlocked both and then locked ’em around his own muscular hairy legs. He checked out how they fit around the ankles and could feel their weight. As he was just starting to walk around in ’em to check the limited movement the shorter chain had, Nick was walking back into the living room and saw Dan locked up and the keys sitting on the coffee table. Feeling a bit mischievous, Nick picked up the keys and quietly slipped them into a pocket while Dan was looking the other way.

“How’s the fit? You get the right size?” Nick said with a laugh.

“Funny, boy! Just checking ’em out for a minute. Cost enough, should know what I’ve invested my hard earned money on.”

Dan walked back toward the sofa, sat down, and was reaching out toward the coffee table for the keys, which were obviously now gone.

“That’s funny. I’m sure I put the keys on the coffee table…”

It took just a split second for Dan to realize what happened, stood up and asked Nick for the keys. Nick tried to play dumb, but he wasn’t too good at it and soon had a big grin on his face. He quickly increased the distance between them, at which point Dan ‘tried’ to run after him, but was limited due to the obvious circumstances. The horse playing went on for another ten minutes or so before Dan sat back down on the sofa, resigned to his current situation.

“Well, if you’re going to keep me locked up, boy, at least grab us a couple beers out of the fridge,” Dan suggested.

Nick soon returned with a couple cans of unopened beers and was setting them on the coffee table when Dan, the former Marine and state champ high school wrestler, pounced on a suprised Nick and had him in a tight headlock, his built muscular chest snug up against Nick’s strong back, and got him down to the carpeted floor at which point he wrapped his locked up legs around Nick’s.

“Keys boy, are they in your pocket?”

Nick nodded yes as best as he could as Dan held him tight against his chest with his other arm.

“Good, reach in and get ’em out, and then reach down and take the shackles off me. When you’re done with that, you lock ’em on yourself and toss the keys to the other side of the room.”

Within a few minutes, Nick had done just as instructed, keys tossed far, which Dan quickly recovered.

“You really think you’d win against a Marine, boy?” Dan laughed.

“Guess I wasn’t thinking. No hard feelings, just thought I’d have a little fun,” Nick laughed back.

“Think you can handle thirty minutes in those, big boy?” Dan asked. “Enjoy your beer. If you’re good, I’ll get you another when you’re done.”

To be continued …

By Atlanta Stud

Nick got up off the floor and sat down on the sofa so he could enjoy his beer, figuring he’d be locked up in the leg shackles for another half hour. Not that he was complaining. His interest in cuffs and shackles was definitely increasing and Dan apparently had even more in his collection, which he wanted to see. That half hour went by quickly for both men. Dan enjoyed seeing Nick in the Clejusos. Nick was feeling a bit awkward being in leg shackles even though it wasn’t his first time. But he liked how they felt locked around his ankles.

“OK boy, you’ve served your thirty minute sentence, time to release you back to the public.”

Dan chuckled as he proceeded to remove the Clejusos. He spent a few more minutes inspecting them before setting them back down on the wooden coffee table so they’d clearly be in Nick’s view at all times. Dan wanted them in Nick’s view. He wanted to observe if Nick might pick them up and check them out again. He headed off to the kitchen and returned with another round of beers.

“No hard feelings I hope, stud.”

“Nah, you won fair and square. Guess I should have known better than to take you on. Just couldn’t resist the challenge I suppose.”

“Well, guess you know better now, stud.”

The rest of that Saturday afternoon amounted to Nick and Daniel hanging out around the house and washing Dan’s new F-150. Being a warm sunny day, Dan was hoping Nick would follow his lead and peel off his t-shirt, which he did. It was all he could do to keep from grabbing a set of cuffs and locking up that hot stud to the basketball post while he washed his truck.

“We can get in another workout in the morning if you’re up for it, Nick.”

“Heck yeah, was thinking of a morning jog too if that’s ok, Dan.”

All the better, Dan thought. He instantly was picturing that hot stud shirtless, sweat dripping from his trimmed hairy chest.

“Works for me, stud.”

That evening wasn’t as eventful as the first for Nick. No time was spent trying on shackles while they hung out on the deck. But his thoughts often drifted back to the previous night and that new experience. He definitely felt his dick stir at the thought of the shackles locked around his ankles as he walked on the deck. He wanted to feel them locked on again, but couldn’t figure out a way without it probably sounding weird to Dan and thought it best to not approach the subject.

They wrapped up the night around midnight and both headed off to their rooms, but as Nick stripped down to a pair black spandex boxer briefs and white mid-calf high UA socks for the night, he couldn’t get his mind off his new experiences. He wondered if Dan kept any of his collection in the spare bedroom. Nick quietly began looking around in the dresser drawers without any luck. Next was the walk-in closet. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was the right thing to do, but as with most men, his dick overruled his judgment.

He saw stacks of medium and small storage boxes on the floor and sitting on shelves, some extra clothes on hangers and an assortment of well worn sneaks, a pair of canvas slip-ons, and military boots. On a hanger, behind other shirts on the clothes bar, Nick discovered a bright orange jumpsuit. He pulled it out and noticed the DOC imprints on the back and down one leg, and ‘Prisoner’ on the other. The tag at the collar was marked L and with the stir in his groin, he figured he couldn’t pass up the chance to try something like this on.

With the last button in place, he checked himself out in the full-length mirror in the closet and immediately started getting hard feeling the rough material against his bare chest and grazing his nipples. He thought it best to take it off and get to bed. But he couldn’t resist the temptation of keeping it on for a while longer. Soon he found himself sound asleep on the bed, still wearing the prison jumpsuit.

Knock, knock.

“Hey Nick, you up?”

“Hmmm, yeah, yeah, I’m up,” a groggy Nick said before realizing he was still wearing the prison jumpsuit.

“I was going to make some breakfaaaa…” Dan began to say as he was opening the door and saw Nick on the bed in the jumpsuit.

Without missing a beat, Dan said, “Well, if you want to do this right and have the full effect, I’ll need to grab the rest of what goes with that.”

“Oh man, sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Stay there. I’ll be right back!”

Dan returned a couple minutes later and tossed a pair of orange canvas slip-ons to Nick.

“Put these on!” he said, matter of fact. “I said, PUT THEM ON!”

There was no questioning the tone in Dan’s voice. Nick put on the canvas shoes and sat up on the edge of the bed. What Nick didn’t see was the collection of metal that Dan, as he stood partially in the hallway had hidden behind his back, a set of Peerless model 700TC32 transport irons.

“Now, we’ll need to complete the process. Stand up and face the bed. Good. Down on your knees, inmate.”

“What are you up to Dan?”

“Quiet, inmate, just giving you what you want. Good, now hands behind your head, interlock those fingers and don’t move an inch!”

Dan moved in quickly and locked the Peerless leg irons around Nick’s ankles. He pulled the chain between his legs that had an attached set of cuffs and proceeded to lock his left wrist and then securing the right wrist in the same fashion.

“NOW you’re ready for transport. Get up, inmate.”

Nick, now completely embarrassed and turned on at the same time, stood up and faced Dan. He looked like an inmate and the chains made him feel like an inmate.

“OK, inmate Nick. We’ve fucking known each other for a while now and I don’t want any bullshit when I ask you my next question. You got that?’

“Yeah.”

“That’s ‘YES SIR,’ inmate. Try again.”

“YES SIR!”

“Good. Now, I’m going to make a fat breakfast for myself and oatmeal for the prisoner. I have the facility for inmates like you. I can tell you want this, you want to feel like an inmate, and I can do it. So, inmate Nick, am I right? You want to experience being an inmate, don’t you? Tell me that you want to experience being an inmate, and we’ll make it happen, boy.”

Nick stood there, almost motionless, with the exception of a slight tug of the cuffs attached to the chain connected to the leg irons.

“Shit, Dan. I … I don’t know what to…”

“That’s ‘SIR,’ boy. Try again.”

“SIR,” Nick said, then got quiet for a minute. “SIR, this inmate should be treated like an inmate, SIR, and subjected to His facility.”

A huge grin was immediately on Dan’s face as he grabbed his new inmate by the arm and dragged him downstairs. As they stood in front of the storage room door, there was a very puzzled look on Nick’s face.

“The facility for inmates is right behind this door. I’ll give you one last chance to change your mind. Be warned, that if you agree to this, you’ll be incarcerated the remainder of the day. What do you say, inmate? It’s a chance of a lifetime!”

“Yes, SIR!”

With that, Dan pulled a black cloth hood over Nick’s head, unlocked the door, grabbed him by the arm and escorted him into what Nick would soon discover to be a jail cell. Being hooded, Nick still had no idea what the “facility” was. He was led to a metal cot and sat down. Dan then pulled on the heavy 6-foot chain anchored to the concrete floor and padlocked it to the Peerless leg iron chain and then went out the cell door and quietly locked it behind him.

“OK, inmate, get up and walk to the sound of my voice.”

When Nick was within reach, Dan put one hand through the bars and pulled off the black hood.  That’s when Nick fully realized his situation. There was Dan, facing him through what looked like the bars of a cell. Nick quickly turned and looked around and realized that’s exactly what it was — where he now was — in a jail cell with his leg irons locked to a heavy chain.

It didn’t take long to realize that even if the cell door was unlocked, he couldn’t walk through it, as the additional chain would prevent that. He saw the steel cot with its thin mattress and pillow and what appeared to be permanently attached leg and handcuffs with about six inches of chains anchored to the four corners of the cot. It was equipped with a toilet and sink, but no windows, as it was located in the basement. This was the real thing.

“Like your accommodations, inmate? Before you respond, let me remind you that every sentence or question you have will begin and end with ‘SIR.’ Should you neglect to do so, you will lose what few luxuries you have, inmate.”

“Sir, this is quite a set-up, Sir. So this is what you had hidden behind the padlocked door. Very impressive. It looks very authentic, Sir.”

“I can assure you that it is VERY authentic. There’s no escape. It’s not a movie set, Nick. I could tell your interest in my collection was growing on you. This was the next experience for you, although I have to admit that I thought it would be a while before we reached this point. So, you like it, inmate?”

“Sir, this inmate likes what you’ve created, Sir!”

“Good. I’ll leave you to your thoughts as I whip up a nice breakfast for myself. I’ll bring your oatmeal to you once I’ve finished, and we can continue our conversation.”

About half an hour later Dan returned with Nick’s oatmeal breakfast. Dan sat on the other side of the cell bars on an old wooden chair while Nick ate while sitting on the bed. It wasn’t easy, since he was still in the Peerless shackle set. As he ate, Dan picked up where he left off from their earlier conversation.

“So, inmate, if you like your accommodations, I see no reason why you can’t try it out for the rest of the day until you need to be released back into society to get ready for work in the morning. I’ve got papers to go through, so I’d be more than happy to keep you here and return to provide lunch and dinner, after that you’ll be released. That’s about another 12 hours, inmate.”

Nick thought for a moment, apparently his dick doing most of the thinking.

“Sir, this inmate would like to try out the facility for the day, Sir!”

“Good boy,” Dan said as he stood up and started to exit.

“Sir, aren’t you forgetting something, Sir?”

“What is it that I’m forgetting, inmate?”

“Sir, you still have the inmate locked in a set of shackles. Surely those aren’t needed while in the cell, Sir.”

“Inmates in my cell will, at a minimum, be locked in a set of leg irons. You appear to be a high risk, so you will remain shackled just as you are, until released. I’ll see you in four hours, inmate. Enjoy your stay.”

Nick took a good look at his surroundings and the interesting cuffs and shackles attached to the four corners of the metal bed. He would find out later that they’re called Darby shackles. With no entertainment to keep him occupied, he laid down on the metal bed, hoping if he could nap, time would pass by faster until Dan’s return for his lunch.

Time goes by very slowly when there’s nobody to talk to, no music, no television. The nap attempt was in vain for Nick as he laid there eyes wide open looking around his new home for the day. He sat up and checked the padlock attached to his leg cuff chain. He very quickly realized that he wasn’t going anywhere. He noticed the other end of the chain vanished into the concrete floor. No hope there either.

The walls were pale green, almost that same green seen in old grade school buildings from the ’40s and ’50s. Very stark and cold in color. It will be a long four hours until Dan’s return and he would have the company of another person to talk to.

Finally, the four hours passed by, and he heard the unlocking of the exterior door and Dan appeared with his lunch. Now Dan was dressed in fatigue pants, black combat boots, duty belt and a tight UA short sleeve spandex shirt. Nick thought to himself that he looked really tough.

“How’s the new inmate? Still enjoying your new accommodations?”

“Sir, yes Sir. But it’s good to see you and have someone to talk to, Sir.”

“Yeah, I bet you get lonely down here, inmate. Here’s your lunch. Nothing fancy, but lots of protein, which is great for your workouts.”

“So Nick, here’s an idea that I’d like to propose to you. I think that you need to get out of that shoebox econostay that you’re currently in and stay here. Plenty of room here, and we can certainly have more time to do things. But there is a catch.”

“When you’re done at the job site, you return here. You will only wear a prison uniform of my choice, or some other gear as I see fit, and at a minimum at all times, you will be in leg irons. Your gear for each night will be found on the bed in the spare bedroom when you get home and I’ll expect you to promptly, and without question, put on everything that’s there. This cell, from now on, will be your new sleeping quarters. You will more than likely spend additional time here as I see fit. You will help with all chores and you will continue your workouts with me. So inmate, what do you think? This decision has to be up to you.”

Nick thought for a moment, once again his dick doing most of the thinking. Images quickly ran through his head, such as returning home and finding the jumpsuit laid out on the bed. He wasn’t sure what other types of gear Dan had in mind, but he figured it would be some other hot prison uniform. Maybe an authentic BRIG prison uniform.

“Sir, I’m game, Sir. I think it’s a great idea.”

“Outstanding. We’ll check you out tomorrow after work and get you settled in right away, get a quick bite to eat and get a workout in. Monday night’s chest and triceps day, and we need to get in a workout.”

Nick spent the rest of his day in the cell and was finally released so he could get back to his old accommodations. He quickly packed up what little he did have and to get ready for work the next morning.

Monday went by quickly, as there was a lot to do on the new home they were constructing. A quick run back to the econostay to get Nick’s things, then grab a fast bite before getting back to Dan’s house by 6:30.

“OK, inmate, you know the rules. You know where to find your assigned clothes. You have five minutes, I want to get started on the workout.”

Nick quickly made his way to the spare bedroom, unsure of what he’d find. Surely Dan wouldn’t have him in the prison jumpsuit for a workout. Must be something like shorts and the cut off tee that he previously worn.

Upon entering the room, he saw what initially appeared to be a neatly folded orange tank top on the bed. When he picked it up, however, he discovered that it was a high cut orange wrestling singlet with black trim. On the back, running top to bottom in the center along the spine, was the word INMATE in capital letters and on the right leg along the hem was DOC. A white jockstrap was also on the bed along with thin white crew sox and his new wrestling shoes. He was back facing Dan in five minutes flat.

“Very nice. How’s your new workout uniform fit, inmate?

“Sir, perfect fit, Sir.”

“Outstanding, boy. Let’s get you downstairs and I’ll come back in a few minutes after I change.”

Once they were down in the gym area, Dan locked Nick in the new Clejuso leg irons and left to get into his workout gear. He returned wearing a military digital wrestling singlet and his new wrestling shoes.

The look on Nick’s face was very obvious.

“You will always be reminded as to who’s in charge here, inmate. This military singlet and your inmate singlet should show you that. Now let’s get started. There’s a Braves game on at 7:20, and we need to be finished for the first pitch.”

Working out while locked in a set of leg irons was certainly a new experience for Nick, but he found it pretty hot as well. He couldn’t resist checking himself out in the mirror, seeing himself in the snug orange singlet that mimicked a prison jumpsuit, and seeing Dan in his equally snug military digital singlet. A couple of hot jocks, he thought to himself.

With the workout completed, they headed upstairs and Dan released Nick from the Clejusos so he could take a shower.

“Your gear will be waiting for you on the bed. I expect you to be dressed and in the living room in ten minutes, inmate.”

“Sir, yes Sir.”

“You’re quickly getting the hang of this, boy. I like it, I like it very much.”

By the time Nick was out of the shower, Dan was already changed and waiting for him in the living room, television pre-game in full swing. Nick was very surprised, to say the least, at the clothing waiting for him on the bed.

“What the…?” he said to himself.

Realizing he only had about five minutes, he quickly started getting dressed. He started with the black jockstrap, then a pair of white baseball pants complete with black belt, that were short in length, just past the knees. Followed next by a pair of black UA knee high baseball socks, UA cleats and a black UA sleeveless compression shirt. The final item was the Clejuso leg irons, which he assumed were left for him to lock on as well. With less than a minute left to spare, Nick quickly made his way out to the living room for the opening Braves pitch.

“Damn, you look hot, Nick,” Dan said. “We’re going to have a great time together, you and me. Now, present wrists, inmate, we need to get them locked up in a set of cuffs.”

To be continued

By Atlanta Stud

Nick presented his wrists in front to be locked up.  “Not in front, inmate…behind the back” Dan said as he applied a set of Peerless 700’s to Nick’s wrists, palms facing out, and set the double locks.  “Don’t worry, when you need a swig of this ice cold beer sitting over here, I’ll let you have some…providing you behave yourself.”  Dan chuckled.  “Now you better hope that the opposing team doesn’t score any home runs tonight, inmate.  Each home run they score will cost you one hour hogcuffed, and that won’t be a good time for you, inmate.”

The game went the regular nine innings and was completed in the normal space of time.  But it felt a lot longer for Nick, having been locked up in cuffs at the start of the game. And as he would find out later, there was another reason.  Dan kept his promise and allowed Nick some beer during the game.  This was accomplished by Dan putting a straw in the beer bottle.  To signify the start of each new inning, Dan would twist Nick’s nipples, which produced a nice pleasurable moan from Nick.  Having his nipples played with was one of Nick’s favorite things and he often played with them himself.  Near the end of the 6th inning, the opposing team scored a home run and Dan decided to start the beginning of the hour long hogcuff immediately instead of waiting for the game to end.  He figured he could always add hogcuff time if necessary.

“Get up, inmate.  Let’s get you hooked up in the hogcuff.  You’re going to find that even after a few minutes, you’d wish the Braves prevented that home run.”  That being said, Dan helped Nick get down on his stomach and produced another set of cuffs to connect the leg shackle chain to Nick’s locked up wrists.  Dan wasn’t kidding about the comfort…or lack of it.  Nick could only hope that no more home runs would be scored that night and as it turned out, that was the only one scored.  He finished up his hogcuff hour and was released from the handcuffs after the game was over, but left in the leg irons.  They went out on the deck to take in the cool evening air.  Nick was still in baseball gear along with the leg irons and Dan was in his digital fatigue pants, desert tan boots and khaki UA compression short sleeve shirt.  “Looking pretty good in that baseball gear, inmate, so I think we’ll just keep you in that when you get locked up in the cell tonight.  You best finish that beer and use the head now…you won’t have another opportunity until morning.”

Once they were in the cell, Nick was instructed to lie down on the cot at which time Dan locked each ankle to the Darby shackles and then locked his wrists to the Darby shackles at the head of the bed, leaving Nick spread eagled to the steel framed cot.  Nick tested the Darby’s integrity and found out quickly that he wasn’t going anywhere until Dan freed him in the morning.  Dan then added a darlex hood to Nick’s predicament, putting him in total darkness.  After a few minutes of being in the darlex hood, he found it surprisingly comfortable.  The material was snug against his entire head and face and had a somewhat soothing effect.  “See you in the morning, inmate” Dan said as he patted Nick’s left cheek.
Nick soon heard the sound of the steel cell door close and the click of the door’s locking mechanism.  He tugged at the handcuffs again, testing the steel, and then at the shackles that kept his strong, hairy muscular legs spread to the bed corners.  Then it hit him!  He began thinking of the steel that kept him locked down to the cot, the baseball uniform and the darlex hood…he was picturing what he must look like right now and that’s all it took for Nick to pop a boner that wouldn’t go down.  If he just hand one hand free, he’d be stroking himself right now!  The frustration drove him crazy during the night.  He woke up at least ten times during the night and he could feel his hard cock strain against the jock pouch yet he couldn’t do anything about it.  Morning wouldn’t come fast enough he told himself.

Nick woke to the sound of the cell door opening and turned his head in the direction of Dan’s boots as they approached the cot.  “Time for breakfast, inmate, and then we need to work out our back and biceps, get you cleaned up, and dressed for the day.”  Nick was released from the cot and told to strip off his shirt.  Dan left him in the remaining baseball gear and Clejuso leg shackles for the workout.  He enjoyed seeing Nick’s trimmed hairy chest perspire.  It produced a nice shine, almost like he’d been oiled down for a bodybuilding competition.

“OK inmate, let’s get you cleaned up, you need a haircut.”  Dan pulled up a small metal chair and proceeded to cuff Nick’s wrists to a vertical bar in the center of the chair.  Without missing a beat, Dan plugged in the clippers, took off the #1 blade guard that was currently on the clippers and sheared Nick’s hair down to nothing but stubble on the scalp.  “Now you look more like an inmate!  That haircut suits you well boy, and you best get used to that sandpaper feel of a scalp because you’ll be getting buzzed every week.”  Dan turned the chair so Nick could see the end result in the large mirrors that made up the workout room walls.  Damned if he didn’t look like an inmate that just got processed in the county jail.  Good thing was that the tight buzz cut he just got looked damned good on him and he couldn’t wait for the cuffs to come off so he could feel his new ‘sandpaper’ scalp.

“Easy, cowboy.  Got one more thing for you before you hit the shower.  The pickup needs to be washed again and the inside could use a vacuum, but I can’t have you out there wearing the Clejuso’s you enjoy so much….don’t need to scare any of the neighbors who may happen to stop by.  What I’ve got for you instead is this nice cable lock necklace I picked up from a site called Recon.  Looks like a cable to lock up your bicycle, but has these nice ends where you just (“click”) add a small padlock.  OK now you’re ready to hit the shower, inmate.  You know where you’ll find today’s gear when you’re done.”  With that, Dan released Nick from the chair and he quickly rubbed his hands through his new haircut and then tugged on the padlock that kept his new necklace in place, confirming it was indeed securely locked shut.

After a nice hot shower, Nick found his assigned clothes:  khaki cargo shorts, UA spandex boxer briefs, and a weathered but still solid pair of low-cut off-white Converse Chucks…but no socks or shirt.  Dan wanted his new inmate shirtless while on truck duty.  Nick got right on the project and feeling the sun and light breeze against his back and chest felt great.  He’d completed the exterior and was just starting on the interior when he noticed a young guy walking up the drive towards him.  Nick had only met a couple neighbors months ago when Dan had a small get together, but this guy wasn’t anyone he’d seen before.  Looked to be about 25, short dark hair, maybe 6′ 2″, and judging by the tank top he was wearing, nicely built with a slight coverage of chest hair.

“Hey there!  This must be Dan’s new F-150 I heard about.  Name’s Zac, by the way…taking care of my folk’s place while they’re on vacation”  Zac said as he extended his hand introducing himself and pointing across the street.  “I’m Nick…nice to meet you.  Yeah, nice ride… have to keep it looking good, ya know.”  Zac was checking out the new truck while sneaking a few peeks at Nick, hoping not to get caught in the process.  He liked the tight buzz cut and muscular chest that clearly had trimmed up chest hair, which showed off Nick’s definition.  They chatted a little while about the truck and Zac mentioning that he knew Dan pretty well and that he used to mow Dan’s lawn in the summer months a few years back during college summer breaks.  The unusual necklace certainly caught his eye as well.  “Cool necklace you have there, Nick…can’t say I’ve seen one like that before.”  “Oh that…lol, well, it was just too tempting to pass up I guess” Nick replied.

Zac, being a curious young man, discovered that Nick worked with Dan on his current home building project and that he was offered a place here instead of having to be held up in a pay-by-the-week hotel.  Nick was wiping down the dash and center console while Zac had his right hand propped against the truck’s passenger side door opening while peering into the truck’s interior to check it out.  Nick, not knowing that Dan had left a pair of Peerless chain link cuffs in the center console, opened the lid to wipe down the console bin.  Zac spotted the cuffs immediately.  “Wow…didn’t know Dan kept things like that in his truck”  Zac said as he reached over and picked up the cuffs and the keys which were in one of the cuff’s keyhole.  He twisted the key out while he was feeling the weight of the steel cuffs and ratcheting the arms through.  Dan walked up behind Zac as he was running the arms through the ratchets for about the third time and put his arm around Zac’s neck, grabbed the cuffs out of the stunned stud’s hands, and had him cuffed up behind the back in a matter of seconds.   “What the ????”  Zac said as he turned to see it was his old pal Dan behind him.  With an evil grin, Dan pocketed the keys and walked around to the driver’s side of the truck to Nick as Zac tested the steel firmly locked around his wrists.  Nick laughed at the sight of how quickly Zac was taken prisoner, but had a certain tingle in his crotch seeing that young buck locked up in cuffs.  “Truck’s looking real nice, Nick… just a little more work on the interior and it’ll look awesome.”

Dan looked over to Zac, taking in the great sight of that young buck still testing the strength of the cuffs behind his back as he stood in front of the open passenger side door.  “Hey, where’s my manners…I’m sure everyone here could use a beer on a day like this” Dan said.  Dan walked back over to Zac, put him in a friendly headlock as he took him along back to the house to get some ice cold beer.  Zac lifted his cuffed up hands as far as he could….”Hey Dan…..you think you could?…”  But Dan ignored Zac’s request and continued on into the house through the door that led from the garage into the kitchen.

Returning with a six pack, Dan handed one first to Nick before going over to Zac.  “Guess it would be nearly impossible for you to drink like that, right Zac?”  Dan took hold of Zack’s muscular shoulders and spun him around to gain access to the cuff’s keyholes and unlocked the right wrist.  Zac turned to face Dan so he could unlock the left wrist, but Dan quickly grabbed his right wrist and relocked it, setting the double lock before Zac had a chance to pull away.  “There, now it’ll be much easier for you to have your beer.”  Dan said as he popped open the can and handed it to Zac as Nick wrapped up the last bit of the dash dusting.  “Let’s head up to the deck and fire up the grill and put some burgers on since it’s lunch time.”  “Uh Dan…think we can do something about these cuffs now?”  Zac said.  “Sure thing, I left the keys in the house, so I’ll take care of it when we get inside.”  Dan said with a smirk on his face.
True to his word, Dan removed the cuffs once they were in the house and out on the deck.  Zac did the customary rubbing of the wrists once they were removed.

“Did you forget I was an MP, Zac?  You didn’t stand a chance against me.”  “Well true, I’d need to compete against somebody who’s not experienced so it would be an even match against the cuffs.”  Zac said.  “We used to do that in the Corps.  Two of the MP’s would go up against each other in a cuffing competition.  Each with a set of cuffs in the back pocket, they’d basically used wrestling-like tactics to try and take down the opponent with the loser ending up cuffed up behind the back.  Since a designated MP acted as the official ref, he held onto both opponent’s keys”  Dan laughed “so the loser sometimes stayed locked up for a while just so we could mess with him.  You two look like a pretty even match up…who do you think would win, Nick?’  “Hell…no offense Zac…having just met you and all, but I’d have you locked up in less than five minutes.”  Nick laughed.  “Wow Zac…sounds like you’d get your ass kicked”  Dan said.  “Doubt that!  I may not have been in the Corps, but I did wrestle in high school and still remember my techniques” Zac replied.

“Well, well…ok gentlemen…if you’re willing to put it to the test…I’ll grab another set of cuffs and so we can determine who’s right.”  With that, Dan left the room and returned with a set of Smith & Wesson cuffs which he tossed to Nick.  He took the Peerless cuffs that were previously worn by Zac and tossed them to him, and pocketed the two sets of keys.  Both young men were still a bit stunned as they held the cuffs in their hands.  “OK, down to the basement guys.  The gym floor’s plenty big and I’ll put the mats down.”

A few minutes later all three were in the basement gym area, mats on the floor.  “Here’s the rules:  best two out of three matches is the winner.  Cuffs go in the back pocket, you have to overpower your opponent and get him cuffed behind the back…it’s just that simple.  Ready?  GO!”
Zac and Nick took after each other like college wrestlers, trying to overtake the other with all the moves they could come up with.  Zac had Nick down and cuffed in under a minute.  Proud of his defeat, he planted one foot on Nick’s back while raising his arms in triumph like prize fighter.  Round two went on for over five minutes and both studs were drenched in sweat as they fought to overpower the other.  Zac had Nick pinned, but in a sudden unexpected move, Nick slipped out and had Zac flat on his stomach and cuffed.

“OK men…we’re one and one.  Next round will determine the winner.  GO!”  The two sweaty studs were off again, fighting even harder than before to take down their opponent.  Nick had the upper hand for a couple minutes but couldn’t get Zac cuffed, then Zac spun around, grabbed Nick’s left wrist and got a cuff on it before Nick slipped out of the hold and pinned Zac down.  He got a cuff on Zac, but before he could get the second hand locked up, Zac slipped out, pinned Nick on his belly again and successfully cuffed up his other wrist.  Zac was exhausted and sat on his knees to catch his breath while enjoying his victory.

“OUTSTANDING, Zac…very impressive I must say.”  Dan said.  “OK men, time to get those burgers on.”

Still breathing hard from his victory, Zac looked over to Dan and said, “toss me the keys and I’ll get the cuffs off ol’ Nick here.”  Nick was set free and they headed up to the deck to fire up the grill and hang out.  Zac’s tank top was soaked with sweat, so he peeled it off, revealing his toned chest and six pack abs.  Dan’s mind went racing at the sight and he couldn’t help but think how hot it would be to have both studs locked in shackles in his cell.

To be continued …

By Atlanta Stud

The two sets of cuffs were sitting on the deck furniture end table during the burger and beer fest, and Zac couldn’t help but sneak peeks at them whenever he thought nobody was looking. As a kid, Zac loved cop shows and seeing guys getting arrested and as his early high school years came about, he noticed that those shows and images created a stir in his manhood. Always wanting to get his hands on a set of cuffs and locking up a guy and even experience getting locked up had only been thoughts with no real world experiences. That is, until today, and he got a full dose — all in a short period of time.

The ice chest was right next to the end table, and after grabbing and cracking open another bottle, Zac couldn’t help picking up the Peerless cuffs so he could again check them out. Ratcheting the bars through the locking bar, and listening to that solid, rapid, click-click-click, created that stir again.

“Pretty solid, don’t you think, Zac?” Daniel said, looking for affirmation.

“I’ll say. They certainly kept ’ol Nick in check,” Zac said with a slight grin on his face as he looked over in Nick’s direction.

“Yeah, well, they kept you in check, too, when I had you pinned, big boy,” Nick replied, without missing a beat.

Daniel had one of those evil grins as he took in the quick, short jabs Zac and Nick just threw at each other.

“So, Zac, I can see you either have a newfound curiosity about cuffs, or you have a real interest in them. Which is it, boy?” Daniel asked, not really caring that he was being this direct this early on.

“Well, if I have to admit, I’ve always had a fascination with cop shows growing up, so yeah, I have an interest, but this is the first time I’ve actually got my hands on a pair of real cuffs,” Zac said with a slight blush on his mischievous face.

“Well damn, you probably don’t know this, but I do have a collection of metal restraints, sort of a hobby collecting them that grew from my stint in the Corps as an MP. Guess I never got it out of my system. You’re welcome to check out some of the other gear if you want. Hey Nick, go fetch the Peerless 7705 transport set that you look so good in!” Daniel barked.

Nick’s facial expression was priceless in that very moment as he stood there frozen, not quite believing those words were just uttered from Daniel’s mouth. With a nod and raised eyebrow from Daniel, indicating he wasn’t kidding, Nick went off and returned with the transport set and handed them off to Nick so he could check out the handcuffs and leg irons all connected with what looked like miles of chain.

“Wow — looks like something you’d see a dangerous felon wear,” Zac said. “It’s got some weight to it, too!”

“Let me show you the procedure we used in locking up a grunt who got out of line. Nick, if you wouldn’t mind, I could use someone to demonstrate how this is done.”

Getting locked up when it was just he and Daniel was great, but getting locked up in front of someone he didn’t know that well made Nick a little nervous, but he complied with Daniel’s orders nonetheless and knelt down on the ground, hands clasped behind his head. Daniel proceeded to demonstrate to Zac how the belly chain is first secured around the waist with a padlock, then the wrists secured in the cuffs attached at the sides, followed by the leg irons. Nick then stood up, at which point Daniel pointed out how this set made for a great means of transporting a prisoner. Zac felt that tingle in his crotch again while looking at the shirtless stud in front of him secured in double-locked steel. Zac walked all the way around Nick, checked the sturdiness of the short chain that ran from the belly chain to the handcuffs and tugged on the connecting chain that ran from the belly chain to the leg irons.

“With the cuffs attached to the sides the way they are, at least Nick can still drink his beer, although it may be a bit tricky,” Zac said with a laugh.

“You are correct, big boy. Now, the reproduction set of Darby five-point shackles that I have in my collection poses a real beer drinking challenge, Zac.” Daniel said.

“There you go, Daniel. Hook up Zac in that and let’s see if he’s still laughing,” Nick said.

“Soooo, just what is Darby and what does five point mean?” Zac asked.

“Well, I’ll get it and show you — no wait, better yet, Nick, why don’t you go fetch it for us while we chat a little more about the Darbys?”

Nick returned about five minutes later, full set in hands, balanced as best he could, considering his locked-up state.

“You see, Zac, this piece locks around the neck, then there’s this 10-inch chain from the neck piece that attaches to the short chain at the wrist shackles and then a 24-inch chain that runs from those to the leg shackles. You’re locked, literally, from head to toe,” Daniel said with a wide grin.

Zac held up the set by the neckpiece, allowing the all-in-one unit to dangle below. He noticed the weight, figuring it had to be a good five pounds at least. It was clear that it didn’t have a standard locking mechanism based on the keyhole, and the shape of the shackles looked very much like something from what he guessed to be the 1800s, as it reminded him of cuffs he recently saw on a recent episode of the old TV show “Wanted: Dead or Alive.”

Nick, locked up as he was, just sat back and enjoyed the whole scene. He knew all too well that Daniel had his eye on the prize — and the prize was getting Zac locked up in the Darby five-way set. It wouldn’t be long now, he thought to himself.

Daniel reached out and took the set away from Zac, opening and closing the neck piece, being careful not to snap it completely shut. Just enough to make the metal parts tap each other, hoping that it would be enough to get Zac’s interest in trying it out.

“Ready to get fitted in them, boy? Not every day that you get a chance to try out a set like this,” Daniel said, rather convincingly. “I won’t keep you in them very long — unless, of course, you want to test drive the set for a while.”

Daniel didn’t wait for an answer at that point. Taking the neckpiece, he carefully put it around Zac’s neck and slowly brought the two ends together — and then that affirmative click was heard, making it official.

“Man, I’m not sure… ” Zac began to say.

“Sure you are, boy,” Daniel responded as he took first one wrist, then the other in position and locked the non-adjustable cuffs around each of Zac’s wrists. Due to the short length of chain from the wrist cuffs to the leg irons, Daniel tugged the chain connecting them so that Zac was slightly bent over, at which point he completed his task by locking both ankles in shackles. Zac struggled a little, testing the chains but quickly found them unforgiving.

“Why don’t you just have a seat, boy, you’ll probably be more comfortable sitting down,” Daniel insisted.

Zac took the closest seat to him and again tested the security of the five points. The cool chain that connected from the collar on down to the leg irons rested on his bare chest, heightening the experience of being locked in chains. It also quickly became apparent that drinking his beer proved more of a challenge, but doable, requiring both hands to hold the bottle.

“So how’s it feel, what do you think of them, Zac?” Daniel asked.

“Wow, these are no joke. The short connecting chains definitely limit your ability to move about. Looks like Nick has more mobility in his set than I do. But have to admit, it’s surprisingly comfortable overall, considering,” Zac said.

“Well if he likes the Darbys that much, maybe he should just wear them home tonight,” Nick laughed.

“Well he hasn’t been in them long enough to know that they eventually will test you with respect to limited movement. I don’t think we should send him home in the Darbys, but he’s welcome to spend the night in them here if he wants,” Daniel suggested, as he began unlocking Nick from the Peerless set.

Zac assumed that Daniel would be heading his direction next to unlock him as well, but he didn’t.

Zac raised up his hands a bit and said, “Soooo, I’m next, right?”

“How about a challenge, Zac? Heads you stay in the Darbys until morning, tails you get set free. If you get heads, I have a spare bedroom you can sleep in,” Daniel said.

“Well, tempting as it sounds…” Zac said while pulling on his chains.

“Awe hell, boy, where’s your sense of adventure?” Daniel asked as he took a coin from his pocket and flipped it in the air and catching it a few times.

Zac looked over at Nick, who gave him a slight nod and wink so as to say, “go for it.”

“What the hell — I’ve got a 50/50 chance of being set free anyway,” Zac said.

“OUT-standing!” Daniel said as the coin went up in the air.

“Call it, boy —heads or tails?”

To be continued

By Atlanta Stud

“Well tails of course.” Zac laughed.

The coin hit the ground and flipped a couple times, tails side up.

“Guess it’s your lucky night, boy. Let’s get you out of that Darby set.”

Daniel stared at the leg irons, working his way up to the neck collar. The shirtless neighbor boy was now free of the metal that once imprisoned him. He rubbed his wrists and felt around his neck, and he couldn’t help but think that it seemed as though something was missing. Strange how all that metal, once it’s no longer locked on, creates that feeling, he thought to himself.

“That’s a pretty intense set to say the least. Enjoyed the cookout, guys, but I should be getting back to hit the rack,” Zac said.

He gave Daniel a firm handshake and turned to Nick to do the same and chuckled that Nick was shaking his hand while still in the full transport set.

“Guess we forgot about this one, huh Daniel!”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll let him loose in a little while — or maybe just keep him like that until morning — guess it’s up to me since I have all the keys,” Daniel said as he threw a wink to Zac.

Daniel proceeded to unlock Nick from the transport set and placed it on one of the patio chairs.

“Hang on a sec before you head out, Zac.” Daniel stepped away for a few minutes, returning with a brown box roughly 6”x4” in size and handed it off to Zac.

“Since you’ve developed a bit of an interest in some of my gear, take this set home with you, check it out,” Daniel said.

“Cool, thanks man,” Zac said as he took the box from Daniel. “Time to hit the rack, guys. I’m sure I’ll see you around sometime tomorrow,” Zac said and then went on his way home, anxious to see what was inside the box.

“OK boy, time to get you downstairs for the night. I’ve got a little surprise for you as well. so change into your black Under Armour boxer jock and black UA crew socks and meet me in the basement in five minutes,” Daniel said.

Daniel was waiting downstairs with the cell door open when Nick appeared dressed as instructed.

“You know the drill, boy. Once you’re locked down on the cot, you’re there until morning, so if you need to take care of anything, now’s the time,” Daniel said.

“Nah, I’m good, Sir,” Nick said as he started to bone up a bit thinking about hearing the four individual Darby shackles click shut around his limbs, keeping him locked down for the night. It took a couple weeks to get used to, but he grew to really enjoy being locked down. Nick got into position, and the familiar ‘click’ of the four shackles soon followed. He loved testing the chains each time, though he knew there was no way they’d give.

“Like I said, boy, I’ve got a little surprise for you tonight. But first, we’ll need to slip on this darlex hood,” Daniel said.

Nick soon found himself locked and totally unable to see his surroundings.

“So, is the hood my surprise tonight, Sir?” Nick asked.

“Nope, got something better for you, boy. I have a new, special chrome cock ring for you. I’m sure you’ve seen cock rings before, but this one is special, trust me,” Daniel said.

With that, he pulled down Nick’s boxer jock and pulled out the shiny surgical steel cock ring and slipped through first one nut, then the other, followed by Nick’s cock. The sensation created a stir in his manhood, but he managed to keep it from going to a full mast.

“Wow, that feels great. Have a feeling I’ll have a hard time sleeping tonight with that on, Sir.”

“Well, you may have some difficulty sleeping tonight, but you won’t be hard,” Daniel said. “You see, like I said, this cock ring is special. It has an attachment point at the twelve o’clock position, boy.”

Daniel then placed some lube on Nick’s cock.

“Now I take this other piece that has these fixed metal rings on it and slide it over your cock so that it meets up with the fitting at the twelve o’clock position.”

“There we go, everything’s in place.”

‘CLICK’

Nick heard the unmistakable sound of a closing lock.

“Ready to see your surprise?” Daniel wasn’t really asking, but rather making a statement.

With that he removed the darlex hood and Nick looked down to see a cage locked around his manhood.

“What the…?” was as far as Nick got before Daniel began explaining.

“It’s a jailhouse chastity device made of surgical grade steel, boy. This way you’ll be incarcerated, in a way, all day long. I think you’ll grow to like it. I know I will,” Daniel said to his locked down stud Nick. “So, how’s all that metal surrounding your cock feel, boy?”

Nick’s manhood grew to the maximum allowed in the steel rings.

“Wow! It’s like my cock’s locked up in its own jail cell,” Nick said.

“Exactly why it’s called the jailhouse, boy. Alright, sleep tight. Let me know how it feels in the morning,” Daniel said with a chuckle.

With that, he picked up the darlex hood and slipped it back on Nick. Now all he could do was feel the cage on his manhood and not see it, only intensifying the new experience. He pulled against the four shackles again just to confirm his situation. It was quiet in his cell, the only sound being the rattling chains when any of his helpless four limbs moved. The constant boners during the night provided reminders that his cock was now trapped in a metal cage sine it pushed up against the welded set of metal rings that formed its cock prison cell. ‘Surely Daniel’s taking this thing off in the morning,’ he thought to himself.

Meanwhile …

When he got in, Zac shucked his cargo shorts and no-show socks and wandered off to the kitchen for a bottled water wearing just his navy blue Nike Pro-combat knee length compression shorts. Zac was anxious to see what was in the box that Daniel handed to him just before he left. Carefully opening one end, he dumped out the contents on his bed.

Before him sat a pair of Smith & Wesson handcuffs and leg shackles that had a 32” chain connecting them together. On the box was marked Smith & Wesson #1850 Transport Set. ‘Good grief! Just how many different types of restraints does this guy have?’ Zac thought to himself. He ran the arms through each of the four shackles, and ran them through again, stopping when they were engaged with a diameter he estimated about the size of his limbs. He ran one of the leg shackle arms through again until it was completely open and placed it up against the back of his right ankle and took the open arm and placed it up to where it would engage, but he didn’t lock it on. Instead, he took the set as a whole and held it, taking in its weight. He was too excited looking over the transport set that he didn’t realize that no keys fell out of the box when he emptied the contents.

He got up off the bed and stood in front of the full-length mirror that’s attached to the back of his bedroom door, held the set by the cuffs allowing the leg shackles to dangle below. He was imagining what he would look like locked in shackles, especially his muscular hairy legs. That thought got the best of him, as he quickly bent down and locked the leg shackles on and then stood up, locking on the handcuffs, tugging at the chain connecting them. Posing in the mirror, watching as he tugged the chain, seeing his legs locked in steel. Checking out how his now helpless muscular body looked locked in the steel. This went on for a good half hour before he decided to take them off so he could climb into bed. Not seeing keys on the bed, he thought they got stuck in the box, but alas, the box was completely empty! ‘Crap!’ he thought to himself as he frantically kept checking the bed and then back to the box, checking the floor as well. ‘There’s got to be a way to get these off. I can’t call Daniel this late — and what would I say?’

A desperate Zac spent the next hour trying to pick the lock to no avail and climbed into bed. It was a sleepless night to say the least. His biggest concern was what Daniel would say when he called him in the morning to get let out of the transport shackles.

Morning finally arrived, and Zac shuffled off to the kitchen for his daily orange juice fix. With no drinking glasses in reach, he quickly found how creative he had to be to drink from the bottle. ‘If it wasn’t for this extra chain running down to the leg shackles, it would be a lot easier,’ he thought to himself.

He waited until about 8AM before calling Daniel.

“Hey Daniel, Zac here.”

“Oh, hey Zac. Listen, I think that transport set that I gave you last night is missing the keys. I found keys on the floor this morning and it probably goes to that set. So don’t go locking yourself up, buddy.”

“Uh, well that ship’s already sailed, Daniel. You got a sec where you can come over and get me out of this?”

“Sure thing. Let me tell Nick I’m heading out, and I’ll be right over.”

Daniel then headed downstairs to Nick’s cell to check in on him.

“Morning cowboy, get a good night’s sleep did you?”

“Morning Sir, about as well as one can expect under the circumstances. I’m getting used to the accommodations, but my cock sure wasn’t used to its new cell.”

“Yeah, kept trying to bust out of jail during the night, did it?!”

“Got that right! About time for breakfast, I’d say, Sir. I’m ready to be unlocked from the bunk and whip up some chow.”

After being set free from the bunk and exiting the cell, Nick was standing in the home gym and he turned, pointing down to his caged cock hidden behind the UA boxer jock.

“This gets unlocked next, right Sir?”

“Negative, boy. Get upstairs, put on the Clejuso leg shackles and whip us up some chow. We’ll discuss the cage later. I need to head over to Zac’s for a few minutes. Seems he locked on the transport set and didn’t notice the key was missing. So he wants me to come over and set him free — but we’ll see about that.”

To be continued …