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.

To be continued

By Atlanta Stud

Zac crashed for the next few hours with good reason. After spending the night locked up in a set of transport shackles and then spending some time chained up to the basement post, he was beat. It was noon before he hit the shower and headed out to run a few errands for the day. It was a scorcher that afternoon so he opted for his cargo shorts, his favorite snug fitting navy Under Armour Just Saying sleeveless tank and his worn low Chucks. It was almost dinner before he got back and he noticed Nick and Daniel kicking around a soccer ball in the front yard, their shirtless physiques glistening with sweat in the late afternoon sun. Zac was pretty cut himself, but he admired Nick’s physique, the muscular trimmed hairy chest that looked bullet proof. With his two bags of new workout clothes in tow, he headed over to chat with the men and soon found himself engaged in the battle of the soccer ball.

By the time it was over, it was a sweaty mess of three muscular hunks.

“Think it’s time for showers, boys, and firing up the grill. Got some great steaks marinating in the fridge. Stay and join us, Zac.”

“Cool, I’ll run back to the house and get cleaned up. About 30 minutes?” said Zac.

“Screw that. Use my guest bedroom’s shower. You’ve already got something to change into.” Daniel said.

Zac and Daniel hit the showers while Nick waited for one to free up. Daniel was out first, so Nick took that one while Daniel laid out Nick’s evening attire of cargo shorts, jock, black compression tank and flip flops. With the jailhouse having been locked on since last night, Nick was getting pretty horny at this point. Not being able to truly feel his cock, he noticed that the water spraying from the shower head making its way through the rings of the cage provided a torturous sensation because it felt good while at the same time caused his cock to fill the prison cage.

The guys were hanging out on the back deck after a great steak dinner enjoying a fresh bottle of merlot when Daniel, out of the blue, turned to Zac and said, “anytime you want to borrow that transport set to wear around the house, just let me know, boy.”

Zac nearly spat out his fresh sip of wine out at the unexpected remark and Nick couldn’t help but grin at the thought of Zac locking himself up in the set while hanging out at his house. But Zac had some news to share with the boys that night.

Zac had one year of college left and decided to commute to the regional campus which was only twenty minutes away instead of living at the main campus several hours away. This allowed him to save money and work a part time job locally in his field to gain practical experience. Everything was all set until his dad got a job transfer out of state. This meant that Zac would have to get an apartment, thus wiping out any money he would have saved.

“Yeah, it sucks. So now I’ll have to get an apartment and I won’t be saving much of anything.”

“Heck, I’ve got an extra room in the house, Zac, why don’t you just stay here? Tell you what, you help out with the yard and around the house and you can stay for free your final year. It’ll be nice having some extra company, too.” Daniel said.

That caught Nick off guard considering his sleeping arrangements in the cell all these months. He wondered how all that would change if Zac was living there. Nick had also grown to enjoy time in the cell and being locked up in shackles from time to time while in the house. ‘Damn, I’m locked up in this chastity cage, too!’ Nick thought to himself. ‘Things will certainly be different around here if Zac moves in’.

Daniel had another reason for offering Zac room and board as he knew it would present the possibility of seeing him locked up more frequently. Heck, he already had the boy interested in steel, so he was sure he could get a chain collar padlocked around the boy’s neck by Thanksgiving break if things work out.

Things moved along pretty quickly. Zac’s parents moved out of state and Zac had his things in Daniel’s spare bedroom…the one that Nick slept in that night where he found the orange prison jumpsuit in the closet. Daniel had cleared out much of the closet that held his special gear, but left a few specially chosen boxes on the top closet shelf, hoping that a curious Zac would take a peek inside at some point.

As expected, Nick moved into the second bedroom and didn’t spend his nights in the cell downstairs once Zac moved in, but he did remain locked in the jailhouse chastity device and was required to sleep in a pair of Peerless leg shackles at night. It was only a couple weeks at that point and his balls were full and he was climbing the walls…he kept thinking about was how good it would feel to touch his cock again and jack off.

One early morning that Fall after Daniel had already left for the weekend to visit a project two hours away, Nick, half awake, shirtless and craving some juice, wandered off to the kitchen, not thinking about the fact that he was still wearing the Peerless leg shackles that he had slept in. He had been so accustomed to them and it didn’t occur to him that Zac would still be there since Zac normally had an early class schedule on Friday but his first two classes were being conducted on-line.

Zac had wandered from his bedroom to the kitchen and saw a shackled Nick taking a swig of juice. “What the hell, did Daniel lock you up before he left?” Zac laughingly said.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know you were still here.”

“Yeah, no worries, stud, guess you just can’t get enough of the steel, huh.” Zac said with a chuckle. Joking aside, what Zac really thought was how hot Nick’s powerful hairy legs looked in the Peerless leg shackles. ‘No, wait, why am I thinking that?’ he thought to himself.

“So what’s the deal, Nick, you just felt like walking around in leg shackles this morning?”

Nick figured he’d just sort of tell it like it is. “Well, they were sitting on the closet floor last night and I don’t know, just tried them out and fell asleep with them on. I was craving juice so bad when I got up, I didn’t bother to grab the keys sitting on the nightstand to unlock them. Guess I better go do that, huh.”

“LOL, well, don’t take them off on my account.” Zac said. And with that, in a split moment’s decision, he made a mad dash to Nick’s room and grabbed the Peerless keys. Nick didn’t stand a chance trying to run after him.

“OK, OK, very funny, now hand me the keys so I can take these off.”

“I don’t know about that, bud. Seems to me that since you locked yourself up, you must like this, and you wrapped up a project last week, so you don’t have to be anywhere today. Tell you what, I’m headed to the library and then my classes, so I’ll be back in about four hours, and I’ll give you the keys when I return.”

“Payback’s a bitch, Zac, just remember that.”

Nick wasn’t worried, but he didn’t want to let Zac get that impression. He played along with Zac’s little game, knowing all to well that he could find a key in Daniel’s closet full of metal gear. Zac soon left and Nick quickly found keys and grabbed his shower, his frustrating shower, they all were now that he was still in the jailhouse chastity. Once dressed, he grabbed the transport set that Zac had gotten himself stuck in not that long ago, and thought about his plan of attack for when Zac returned.

When Nick heard Zac pull up, he was ready to make his move.

“Hey Nick, where you at, buddy? Ready for me to set you free, or do you want to stay locked up a while longer?” he said with a sarcastic chuckle.

“I’m in my bedroom. Get your sorry ass in here and take these off, will ya?”

Nick was positioned by the door and it was too late when Zac saw him. It was no match really, Nick had Zac overpowered and locked up in the transport set before he knew what hit him. “What the fuck? How did you get out of those?”

Once a boy scout always a boy scout. Found a spare set of keys that fit. Now it’s payback, college boy and if you’re a good boy, I may set you free after 24 hours. If you cause me any trouble, I may just have to lock you away for the night. That last threat sparked something in both boy’s crotches. Nick knew exactly what that threat could mean. Zac didn’t, but the threat sounded hot for some strange reason.

“OK, funny, you showed me that you could get me, I get it. You can let me out now.” Zac said trying to sound convincing. Truth was he liked the transport set and thought about the set often after that night he was stuck in them. But he didn’t want to let on.

“Oh hell no, college boy. Best get used to ’em, because you’re not getting unlocked for 24 hours. Told you payback was a bitch. Oh, and you won’t be finding any spare keys.”

Zac managed the first few hours without griping much, but he did have to ask, well plead, with Nick anytime he needed something that was out of reach due to the connecting chain. Without being able to do much at all, he lounged out on the rear deck and sucked down a few beers to kill some time and it didn’t take long at all being on an empty stomach to get a little cocky and kept after Nick to unlock him as he was sure he learned his lesson. But after about the twentieth pleading, Nick decided to teach him another lesson and fetched another set of leg shackles and cuffed Zac’s left leg to one of the deck’s rail support posts.

“I’m ordering us a pizza. You can hang out here for a while so I don’t have to hear you ask me to set you free anymore. You’re in it for 24 hours, college boy, best get used to that fact.”

At this point it should have been Zac wearing the jailhouse chastity cage because as soon as Nick locked on that secondary leg shackle, he was sporting some serious wood.

To be continued

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By Atlanta Stud

Nestled in Iowa, just 25 miles northeast of Fort Dodge, is the small town of Eagle Grove, with a population of just over 3500.  It’s a farming community with solid farm boys, strong from the endless days working on the farm and playing sports.  Two of those boys, Seth and Jacob, were close. With their parents’ farms next to each other and being the same age, they’ve known each other since they were toddlers.  Now, aside from farming and sports, there’s not a lot to do in Eagle Grove, and boys being boys, Seth and Jacob found ways to have fun growing up.  The usual playing catch, trying to get the forty-year-old LTD to run again that’s been parked behind the barn all those years and hanging out in the woods were just a few.  By high school, Seth and Jacob’s physiques had developed quite nicely, both being about 5-foot-11, with muscled arms, defined pecs and definition in the abs region.  Seth sported chest hair with a nice treasure trail going down the abs, while Jacob had a light dusting of hair in the chest region.

It was early fall of their sophomore year of high school. One Saturday morning they were hanging out in the woods horsing around when Seth saw a coil of old white cotton rope, which looked to be about 50 feet in length, draped over the front fender of a black ’48 Dodge sedan that had long been abandoned and wasn’t but a shell of a car now.  Seth didn’t know it, but a week earlier, Jacob had brought the rope with him and did a little self-bondage.  Not much, you see, just roping up his desert tan booted ankles and loosely tying his wrists, pretending to have been kidnapped.  He had left the rope on the fender so it could get a little more weathered.

“That’s weird, what’s this rope doing out here?” Seth blurted out loud.

“Who knows, someone probably just left it here when cutting through the woods,” Jacob said.

“Must be a good 50 feet of rope,” Seth said as he held it in his hands.  “Remember back in middle school when we pretended to be Bo and Luke Duke and see who could escape the villain’s rope?”

“Yeah, I remember, Seth. You never made a good villain. Never could keep me captive as I recall,” Jacob said.

“Oh yeah, well get over here, Luke.  Get up against that old fender and put your hands behind your back.  We’ll just see about that,” Said Seth in quite an authoritarian tone.  Jabob’s heart was racing.  His self-roping was fun, but it’s not the same as getting roped by someone else and not having control of where the ropes are placed and where the knots are cinched.  Jacob leaned up against the passenger side fender and Seth roughly pulled Jacob’s hands behind his back and tied them snug in an X fashion.  Jacob felt around for the knots when Seth was finished but couldn’t find any in reach.

“Yeah, good luck, Luke, I mean Jacob.  Those knots aren’t anywhere within reach.”  Seth still had a lot of rope at his disposal and with it he pulled Jacob backwards and up to a tree roughly two feet in diameter.  With Jacob’s back to the tree, Seth wound rope around his chest a few times before cinching it off and still had enough left over to let the rope drop down to cinch up Jacob’s desert tan boots.

“Let’s see you get out of that one, ‘Luke Duke’!”

Jacob was in rope heaven and completely stuck.  Oh, he tried getting out, but to no avail and the only result he got was a raging boner that was clearly obvious and he blushed when Seth noticed it.

Seth stepped up close to Jacob, looking square in his eyes, their faces only about six inches apart.  “Looks like someone’s enjoying this.  You like getting tied up, don’t you, boy?  Looks like some things never change, huh.  Always had a suspicion you liked it when we played Bo and Luke Duke, and yeah, I was right, huh, boy? Maybe I should leave you here for a while so you can try to break free.  You won’t though, but I know you’ll try.”

“Please don’t, Seth.”

“Don’t worry, pal, I won’t leave you here, I was just kidding.  I’ll take you off of that tree and we can head back to my place.  Folks won’t be back until Monday and I got something I bet you’ll like.”  Seth untied Jacob’s feet and removed the ropes from around his chest.  He was standing there now with his hands bound behind his back with a trail of extra rope dangling down, which Seth quickly picked up.

“Um, you forgot to untie my wrists, Seth,” Jacob said.

“No. I didn’t.”  And with that, Seth took the extra rope, pulled it between Jacob’s crotch so it acted like a leash forcing Jacob to make the mile long walk back to Seth’s house with his wrists expertly bound behind his back.  Once back at Seth’s house, Jacob was led upstairs to Seth’s bedroom and was told to sit on the wooden desk chair while Seth went back downstairs to grab a couple bottles of soda.  When he returned, he had Jacob stand and then untied his wrists.

“Here you go, pal. I’m sure you could use a cold drink by now.”

“Thanks Seth.  So, what’s this thing you got that you said I’d like?”

“Oh yeah.  Well, when I went to Des Moines last weekend to pick up some parts, I stopped at an Army Navy store.  They had some pretty cool things.  Matter of fact, I want to go back and get me a pair of desert tan boots.  I didn’t have enough cash on me last weekend for the boots.  But I did come back with these.”

Seth opened up the top drawer of his nightstand and held up a pair of shiny Peerless chain link handcuffs.

“Oh wow.  Those the real deal?” Jacob asked.

“You got it.  Peerless brand according to the box and keys.  Here, check them out.”

Jacob took the cuffs and examined them.  He hadn’t held a pair of real cuffs in his hands before.  He ran the arms through a few times, listening to the solid click of the teeth catching the notches firmly holding the arms in place.  He grabbed a cuff in each hand and tugged them apart as if to test the chain connecting them.  They held firm.

Seth snatched them back from Jacob’s hands.  “Here, try them on.”

Jacob held out his hands in front, and within seconds, they were firmly locked in the cuffs.

“Now we’ll just use this piece on the end of the key — and there you go — double locked, buddy.”

Jacob tested the steel and realized very quickly just how secure the cuffs were.  After being locked in the cuffs about ten minutes, Seth pulled out the keys from his pocket and unlocked Jacob’s left wrist.

“Of course, the perp really should be cuffed behind the back.”  And with that, Seth, using the free cuff as leverage, forced Jacob’s right arm behind his back and had him cuffed behind the back before he knew what hit him.  “There you go, buddy.  Like a real criminal about to be hauled off to jail,” he laughed.  “Let’s see, it’s a thirty-minute ride to the county jail, so I figure you should stay locked up for thirty minutes.”

“Come on, Seth.”

“Thirty minutes, buddy.  And I’m putting the keys right here in your front pocket.  So close, yet so far away.”  Seth laughed as Jacob sat back down on the old wooden desk chair to wait out his time.

“Oh, like I was saying, I want to head back to the Army Navy store to pick up some boots.  You should go with me and check out the other things they had in the case.  Couldn’t believe it myself at first, but they have genuine leg shackles, and I saw a box that had something like ‘transport restraint’ written on it.  Be cool to see just what that is, huh?”

“Why don’t we go now?”  Jacob asked.  “Not like we got anything else to do and Des Moines is only 90 miles away.  You can get your boots and I can check out all the other stuff they have there. And we can grab lunch, too.”

“Uh-huh, you just want me to take those cuffs off you, buddy.”

“No really.  I want to check it out.  Of course, I don’t want to ride there cuffed behind my back, so yeah, you’ll need to take them off.”

“OK, let’s go.  Stand up so I can get to the cuffs.”

Seth took the cuff keys and unlocked Jacob’s left wrist, and Jacob brought his hands to his front so he could rub his wrist.  In a quick motion, Seth grabbed the free cuff and locked it back on Jacob’s wrist again, this time in front.

“Hey, what gives?”

“You’re right, you won’t be riding there with your wrists cuffed behind you.  They’ll be locked up in front.  Let’s go, buddy.”

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By Atlanta Stud

Seth put on his Tecova Doc square toe boots and, with Jacob in the lead, hands secured in the Peerless cuffs, they hopped up in Seth’s hand me down Wrangler and Seth buckled up Jacob.

“Hey, toss me the sweatshirt on the back seat so I can cover up my hands so nobody sees the cuffs.”

“Hah, nothing doing, buddy.  I doubt anyone will see them anyway with the doors and windows on this ‘old thing.  Sit back and enjoy the ride.  I’ll take the cuffs off once we get to the Army Navy store.”

The smaller two-lane state highways didn’t bother Jacob much, it was when they hit 35 South, the four-lane divided, that he got nervous.  Someone in a pickup or a trucker in a rig would surely see the cuffs if they glanced over, so he pulled the sleeves of his long sleeve t-shirt over as much as he could to hide the metal.

It was almost lunch time when they arrived at the store and the building was much bigger than Jacob thought it would be.  Seth unlocked the cuffs and locked them on the grab handle inside the Wrangler before going in.  Jacob took in the old surplus and new gear throughout the store and Seth found his new desert tan military boots that he’s been wanting.  They finally made it to the glass display where the various cuffs were and saw the Smith and Wesson leg shackles and that box Seth saw earlier that had ‘transport restraint’ on the box.  They checked out the leg shackles and placed them on the counter and Seth asked what was in the box marked transport.  The clerk handed them the box, he said it was cuffs and leg shackles connected together by a chain about 30 or so inches long.  Seth opened the box and pulled out the nearly three pounds of steel, holding it up by the cuffs so that the leg shackles dangled below, held by the connecting chain.

“Wow, those are pretty cool, Seth.”

Seth asked the clerk if it was ok to lock them on to see what they were like, to which the clerk said yes.

“Let’s see how these look on you, Jacob.”

Jacob was all in.  He wanted to get locked in them the second he saw Seth holding them up out of the box.  Putting his wrists out, Seth locked on the cuffs and then bent down so he could lock the leg shackles around Jacob’s desert tan boots.  Jacob tugged on the connecting chain and walked a few steps back and forth all the time glad he was cuffed in front so he could hide, as best he could, his boner.  The clerk stepped back over to the register to ring up a sale as they checked out the transport set.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.  I want to ask the clerk something and pay for my boots.”  Seth said, leaving Jacob by the counter still locked.

A few minutes later Seth returned.  “OK, all set, let’s go.”

Jacob rolled his eyes.  “Uh, you may want to take these off first. I don’t think they’d appreciate me leaving with these.”

“Oh no, you’re all set, buddy.  Bought and paid for.  See?  It’s on the receipt.  So, let’s go.  No need to take them off, you look so comfy.”

“Come on, Seth, don’t make me walk out of here in these, please don’t.”

“We need to get lunch, so let’s go.” Seth said as he led Jacob out by grabbing his arm.  “Obviously we can’t do dine in, so we’ll go through the drive through and eat in the parking lot.”

The men finally made it back to Seth’s house close to dinner time.

“Well, you’ve been a good sport, so I suppose I should let you out.  You could stay here the night if you want.  I can keep you chained up in the basement in the transport shackles, LOL.”

Just then Seth started looking at Jacob with an evil grin on his face while scratching his day-old stubble.  Picturing Jacob in the transport shackles with a heavy chain locked from the leg shackles to the metal post sounded like a good idea, but maybe too soon.  He unlocked Jacob from the steel and they knocked out a few farm chores before tossing a frozen pizza in the oven and watching an old western on TV and calling it a night.  Seth in his bed and Jacob on the couch.  The transport set had been left on the floor not far from the couch and Jacob, still curious, quietly picked them up and locked on the leg shackles around his white socked feet and snapped on the handcuffs.  Before he knew it, he was sound asleep.

“Well, well, well.  Just what do we have here?”  Seth said as he walked into the family room after climbing out of bed.  “Guess someone couldn’t get enough, huh?”

“Oh shit, I just was going to put them on for a few minutes.  Guess I fell asleep,” Jacob said as he started to sit up and scan his eyes on the floor for the keys.

“Looking for these are you?”

To be continued …

By Atlanta Stud

Original photographs by Cuffman85

“Uh, yeah. Can I have the keys, please, Seth?”

“I don’t know. Do you really want out? I mean, you did lock yourself up,” Seth said with a smirk. “Jacob Hawkins, shackled and ready to be hauled off to the county jail! Get up, prisoner Hawkins. If you behave yourself, maybe the county sheriff — that would be me —will release you after breakfast.”

“Come on, Seth, I need to get home to get my chores done.”

“OK dude, here are the keys. Hey, let’s go up to the cabin at the lake when you’re done with your work. We can spend the day up there and come back around 7.”

“Cool, yeah.  I’ll knock out my chores fast so we can try to get there around 9:30?”

“And I’ll get some things together and toss them in the Jeep so we can leave as soon as you get back here.”

The guys knocked out their morning chores quick and Seth loaded food, water and a few other things in the Jeep just before he saw Jacob pulling up the drive in his beat-up Dakota.

“Well, if it isn’t prisoner Hawkins!”

“Very funny. You ready to roll, Seth?”

“Yup, just need to grab my backpack and lock up.  Back in a few.”

Jacob was standing next to the Jeep when Seth returned and tossed the backpack in the cargo area.  He walked over to the passenger side where Jacob was standing instead of continuing over to the driver’s door.

“All right, prisoner Hawkins. Turn, face the Jeep and spread ’em.”

“What? What are you talking about, Seth!”

“You’re being transported to the county lake cabin, prisoner Hawkins.  Turn around, put your hands behind your back or I’ll charge you with resisting.”

“OK, very funny—”

Before Jacob could get anything else out, Seth had him spun around and his wrists cuffed in the chain link Peerless cuffs behind his back.  It was so fast he didn’t know what hit him.

“OK, let’s get these double locked.  Now you’re all set, prisoner Hawkins. Saddle up in the seat and I’ll get you buckled in.”

“All set for what?!”

“All set for transport to the lake cabin, prisoner Hawkins.  Now let’s go before I hit you up with that resisting charge.  I’m not going to tell you again, prisoner Hawkins.”

Seeing Seth’s stern look with that devious twinkle in his eyes, Jacob got in and the seat belt was buckled.  Seth climbed in, fired up the old Wrangler, and before putting the four-speed manual in first gear, he looked Jacob in the eyes then a quick glance at his crotch and back up to making eye contact.  “Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this!”  Jacob was busted.

They guys made it up to the lake cabin about the time they expected, and Jacob unloaded the backpack and grub he packed while Jacob stood in the gravel drive still cuffed.

“How about you uncuff me?  Getting a little uncomfortable cuffed up behind the back.”

“Yeah, I think that’s fair.  Spin around so I can get to the cuffs.”

And just like the other day when Jacob was introduced to the cuffs in Seth’s bedroom, Seth had Jacob’s wrists locked in front before he had a chance to stop him.

“Hey, what gives?”

“You’re right, they can be uncomfortable behind the back, so you’ll be more comfortable with them locked in front,” Seth said as he ruffled Jacob’s hair.  “Shouldn’t prisoners have buzz cuts?  Anyway, let’s get this stuff inside then we can go for a hike and get back by lunch.”

Seth loaded up some water bottles and nutrition bars in the backpack and Jacob gave him a “what the hell” look when he strapped it on Jacob’s back.

“What!  You don’t expect me to carry the backpack, do you prisoner Hawkins?  You ready?  Let’s go.”

Jacob held up his cuffed wrists hinting that they should be removed.

“Yeah, not happening. prisoner Hawkins.  Let’s go.”

They started down a trail that most take and then Seth suggested they take the fork to the right.  That trail is rarely used as it’s narrower and a bit more challenging. About 15 minutes in on that trail Seth suggested they take a short break near the small boulder sitting off the right of the path.  “Turn around and I’ll get us some water and nutrition bars out of the backpack.”

With Jacob still cuffed, it made drinking and eating his nutrition bar a little more challenging, but he managed, and they chilled for about ten minutes taking in the fresh air and slight cool breeze.

“Stand up and turn around so I can put the trash in the backpack.”

While putting the trash away, Seth unzipped another pocket and quietly fished out the transport shackle set he stowed away before they left.  He was holding them up by the handcuffs with the leg irons dangling below and Jacob was still looking out straight ahead.

“Hey, Hawkins, how gutsy are you feeling right now?”

“I don’t know—you thinking about heading farther in on the trail for a while?” Jacob said as he started to turn around.  That’s when he saw Seth holding up the transport set.

“Nah, I had something else in mind, prisoner Hawkins.  How about we get you locked up in the transport set while we hike some more!”

“Uh, I don’t know about that, dude.”

“Well, it wasn’t really a question, Hawkins.  Set your ass on that boulder.  You can’t outrun me and you’re still cuffed. So, SIT!”

Jacob sat on the boulder and Seth bent down and locked the leg irons just above the tops of Jacob’s tan Timberland boots before removing the Peerless cuffs and locking on and double locking the transport set cuffs.

“There.  All set.  You look like an escaped prisoner on the run out in the woods, Hawkins,” Seth laughed as he pocketed the Peerless cuffs in his left front pocket. “Tell you what.  We’ll hike another ten minutes in and then turn back.  That will put you at about a half hour in the transport set by the time we reach the cabin.”

It was challenging for Jacob to say the least, but he managed the rest of the hike, though definitely taking shorter steps, and they reached the cabin about lunch time.

“Bet you didn’t expect getting locked up in the transport set for the hike, did you, prisoner Hawkins?”

“Not really, no.  Why do you keep calling me ‘prisoner Hawkins,’ Seth?”

“I don’t know.  It just sort of fits, I guess.  You’d look more the part, though, with a fresh buzz cut.  I’m the sheriff in these parts, Hawkins, and my prisoners don’t have hair growing past their ears.”

That was the second time Jacob heard Seth mention a buzz cut and it made him nervous.  This was his best friend. They knew each other better than anyone else did and they were very tight.  Jacob could read Seth like a book, and he could tell he might be up to something with that talk.

“How about uncuffing me, Seth?  I’ve been locked up for quite a while now.”

“OK, yeah.  You sure, though?”

Seth rolled his eyes and said yes.

“Don’t give me any attitude. I saw you rolling your eyes.  Remember who has the keys, prisoner.”

Seth removed the leg irons first and then the handcuffs.  It felt good for Jacob to be able to walk normal and have the full reach of his upper limbs.  They chowed down on the sandwiches and chips then went out to the wooden dock at the end of the drive to hang out and just chill.  The two sat at the end of the pier, legs dangling over the water, taking in the tranquility and checking out the fall colors just now starting to come through.  Seth put his hand on the back of Jacob’s neck.

“Hey Jacob, we’re good, right?  I mean about playing around with the cuffs and transport set.  I don’t want to do anything that causes a problem between us. You’re my best bud, man. I love you, dude.”

Jacob looked over and smiled.  “We’re good, buddy.  You’re challenging me, that’s for sure, but it’s all good.”

They hung out and talked another hour before they got up and decided to head back to the cabin.

“Hey Seth?”

“Yeah?”

“You still got the Peerless cuffs in your front pocket?”

“Yeah, why?”

Jacob turned around and placed his hands behind his back.  “How about locking me back up for the walk back to the cabin?”

With that, Seth locked up Jacob and grabbed him by the upper left arm.

“Let’s go, prisoner Hawkins!”

To be continued…

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It was nearing the time they needed to pack up the Wrangler and head back to Eagle Grove when they returned to the cabin.  Jacob was guided to a wooden chair as Seth fished out the transport set and swiftly locked the on the leg shackles.  He saw a puzzled look on Jacob’s face.

“I’m getting you ready for transport, prisoner Hawkins.  Stand up and turn around so I can remove the Peerless cuffs and lock on the transport cuffs.  Excellent, you’re such a good prisoner.”

“Hang tight and I’ll grab the gear and load up the Jeep.”

“You know, if you un-cuff me, I can give you a hand, dude.”

“No can do, prisoner Hawkins.  You’re an escape risk,” Seth said as he threw him a wink and a smile.

Making it back to Eagle Grove in good time, Seth pulled over on a quiet country road to remove the transport set before pulling into his driveway.  “I almost hate to take these off you, Jacob.  You almost look the part of a real prisoner. Just need that official uniform and prison cut and you’re all set.  For now, we’ll have to make do with what we got.”

The guys unloaded the gear and Jacob headed home. After knocking out a couple farm chores he flopped up onto his bed and reflected back on the day’s events and what Seth had said about the uniform and buzz cut.  The idea sounded hot, but just as a fantasy, right?  They didn’t have a real prison uniform anyway. And why was he even picturing himself like that?  Wearing a prison uniform, sat down on a wooden stool as clippers fired up for a prison intake haircut.

That night, Jacob had a dream that he was locked up in a cell. It was a single cell but it wasn’t at the local jail…but where was he?  He was wearing one of those white Georgia prison uniforms…the kind with a dark stripe down the legs…and there were heavy leg shackles locked around the black lace-up boots he was wearing.  Just then, the roosters started to crow and he woke up from his sleep with the images fresh in his head.

Seth slipped under the covers and reflected on images of Jacob in the transport set…and how hot he looked in them.  At that moment, he had another inspiring idea, sprang out of bed, logged onto the computer and began his search.  He found what he was looking for at a police supply store.  “Eureka!  Perfect!  This will be hot!” he said as he placed the order.  A few days later the small package arrived with Clejuso 103 high security leg shackles, a ball cap and T shirt.  He tried the 103’s on himself to test out how they feel and was impressed at the quality, weight and the beauty of the shorter chain.  “This will keep prisoner Hawkins in check.”

Though the harvest at Seth’s farm was already completed a few months back, there were things that needed done around the place but he was on his own as his folks, along with Jacob’s folks, took off to Hilton Head for the next six weeks.  There were things he would need a hand with, so he called on his trusted friend Jacob to help out.  The old Dakota pulled up the gravel drive at 8:00 AM sharp.

“Thanks bud…I think we can knock out the needed repairs to the shed out back in about six hours with both of us on it.  And I think we can have a little fun with the project at the same time,” Seth said with a wicked grin.  “Hang tight, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Jacob didn’t know what that was about, but one thing he did know was that Seth couldn’t lock him up in the Peerless cuffs or the transport set, because he wouldn’t be able to help with the repairs.

Seth returned a few minutes later sporting a generic ball cap with SHERIFF in bold letters written across the top.  “OK, prisoner Hawkins, you ready to get to work?”

“Yeah, I’m ready, Seth.  Nice hat by the way.”

“I believe that response should have been, ‘Yes SIR, Sheriff!  Prisoner Hawkins is ready to get to work.’ Now let’s try that again.”

Rolling his eyes, Jacob repeated as instructed, albeit sarcastically.

“Seems to me, prisoner Hawkins, you need an attitude adjustment.  Follow me!”

The two went into the house and into Seth’s bedroom.  “Here, put this on!” Seth said as he tossed an orange T-shirt over to Jacob with INMATE in large black letters written on the back.  “Come on, we haven’t got all day!  Switch out your shirt, Hawkins, and sit your ass down on that chair!”

Seth pulled out the Peerless cuffs, pulled Jacob’s hands behind his back, double locked his wrists and then left the room for a few minutes, returning with a set of clippers.

“It’s about time you sport a proper inmate haircut, Hawkins.”

“No no no!  You’re not buzzing my hair off!”

“What’s it say on the back of your shirt, Hawkins?”

“INMATE!”

“What’s it say on the front of my cap, Hawkins?”

“SHERIFF!”

“Exactly!”

And without saying another word, Seth fired up the clippers and buzzed Jacob’s hair down with a #1 guard.  When he was finished, he stood Jacob up and took him to the mirror so he could see the result.

“Kneel up on that bench, Hawkins, and stay still.” Before he knew it, the new leg shackles were locked around his desert tan boots.

“What the hell?  When did you get these?”

“They arrived yesterday, prisoner Hawkins.  Now, we’ve got a lot to do, so let’s get going.  This way, you won’t be an escape threat.  And IF I do have any trouble with you…there’s heavy chain locked around a beam in the barn with the open padlock.  Well, all I can say Prisoner Hawkins, is that it has your name on it and you’ll be spending the night locked in the barn.  Let’s go.”

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