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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.”

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By Tex

So I have this buddy who’s a corrections officer, known him for a while now. I’ve always liked him, he’s a cool guy. I go over to his house to watch the game and have some drinks. I knock on the door he lets me in, hey man how r u? He shakes my hand and pulls me in the house, it’s just his way of being friendly. I say I’m great, ready for some drinks and the game, he says yea me too, I just got off work. He’s still in his uniform. I say rough day? He says nah not really, let me get you a beer. I say great. He leaves and comes back with beers for us both. He sits down, I stare at him cause I’ve always liked guys in uniform, he has a pair of cuffs on his belt, he takes off the belt and puts it on the coffee table, I ask him, is that belt heavy? I can imagine it is, he says yeah, here hold it. I say wow, it is heavy. I’m holding it and notice his cuff case is open, the cuffs fall out on the floor. I say whoah man I’m sorry, he says its ok man, no problem, it’s not like they break. I pick them up. I ask him, hey what kind of cuffs are these? He says hinged ones, the best kind. I say whoa, they look cool, he says, let me get us another beer. I say OK, he comes back, says you’ve never been handcuffed before? I say no way man never, we both laugh, he says, well here let me show you how it feels. I say, hmmm, I don’t know man, he says aw come on, I will take em right off, just want you to see how they feel. I say, um, ok, then I put my hands out. He says, no, no, stand up bud. I stand up, he gets behind me, gets one arm behind me and cuffs it, click, then the other one, click. I say ow man, they kinda hurt.

He says they are supposed to man, sit back down. I sit down with my hands cuffed behind me, five minutes go by. I say, ok can you take em off? He says, mmmm, ok let me get the key, I think I have a key, he winks and smiles, I roll my eyes, lets hope so, be right back he says, he comes back with a pair of leg irons! I say damn, what are you gonna do with those? Here let me show you he says, he locks those on my ankles, click click.

I say ok, that’s great, got anything else you wanna show me? He says well yes I do as a matter of fact, he looks under the coffee table and pulls out a little box, pulls out a gag, a leather plug gag with a lock in front and back. I say, what’s that?  He says here let me show you. I say no man don’t put that on me, he laughs, come on man try it on for me, he grabs my head with one hand, while I struggle, NO don’t!! He gets my mouth open and puts it in my mouth slowly, MMPPHH!!

He locks it on me and says, there ya go bud, pats me on the head, says how do you like that? MMMPPHH!! He says, huh? I can’t hear you. And there’s nothing I can do, he stands me up and pulls out a metal collar out of the box, locks it on my neck, the collar has a chain and he locks it on the cuffs, forcing my arms up, MMMPPHHH!! He says it’s ok bud, I just want you to see how it feels, so how is that? Do you like it so far?

I feel kinda dumb.

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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.

Today’s picture is courtesy of Metalbond reader and contributor Manaclesman Hans —  He says this pic was taken in a German wood of some of his victims! Fucking HOT if you ask me!