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.

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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.”

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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

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.

Metal would like to thank the author, Atlanta Stud, for this story! If you enjoyed it be sure to leave a message in the comments section!

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At CMNM.net, hot-tempered Irishman Killian O’Connor thinks he can escape the rough prison life and get a cushy couple of weeks in the infirmary ward by convincing the doctor he’s got a bad back. But getting a pass won’t be so easy! Dr. Swallows has heard it all before and decides to toy with this big sexy fucker by making him submit to a compulsory examination!

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By bound2tie

Mark York was a good-looking guy on a budget-airline flight from Britain to Hamburg.   He was one of only two passengers to be wearing a suit and tie, and the check-in operator had put the other suit in the adjoining seat.

The other guy commented on their being the only two formally dressed, and asked what York’s business was in Hamburg.   York laughed and said he wouldn’t believe him if he told him.   In fact York didn’t need to be dressed like that.   But he was a homosexual with shirt’n’tie, bondage and other fetishes, and was on his way to stay a few days with a Hamburg guy, Reinhardt Schmidt, who shared his kinks.

York had never met Schmidt, but had photos of him, in formal clothes and/or bondage.   York couldn‘t spot Schmidt’s cute face when he emerged from Arrivals at Hamburg, but was surprised to see two goodlooking uniformed men waiting with a notice showing the name Mark York.   They were both wearing dark sweaters with epaulets, and v-necks showing white shirts and neat, formal ties, one with a clip-on tie and the other a real tie in a great looking wide Windsor knot, a perfectly symmetrical knot wider than it was long.

When York approached the uniformed guys, one asked in a deep German voice whether he was indeed Mark York, and, when he confirmed this, the guy said, “Mark York you are under arrest.   Put your hands in front of you, wrists together – I want to put cuffs on.”   The handcuff rings were joined by a bar, rather than by a chain.   Once the cuffs were on, York’s captor produced a second pair of cuffs, this time chain ones, by which he linked one of his wrists to one of York’s.   He then grasped York’s cuff-bar and used it to pull York humiliatingly through the throng in the airport building, followed by the other uniformed guy carrying York’s bag.   It was quite a distance to the terminal exit, during which York had to endure the curiosity of everyone he was led past, making him feel both embarrassed and excited.

Outside the building a third uniformed guy was waiting with an SUV, into the back seat of which York was made to climb, with a uniformed guy each side of him.   Once the SUV’s doors were closed, the handcuffs were removed but then York was made to put his hands behind him, so a compact hinged pair of handcuffs could be applied.   York loved handcuffs, because they were instant secure bondage, but his favourite type were compact hinged cuffs, which confined the hands closely together behind the back, with so little movement between the two hinged-together rings of steel that, combined with the clever construction of the cuffs, York knew he could not have escaped from them even if he had had the key.

With York’s hands thus locked closely together behind him, York had lost control of his collar and tie, which was transferred to his captors.   The escort to York’s left ordered York to turn round towards him, whereupon the escort began playing with York’s Windsor tie-knot and cutaway collar, fondling, widening, straightening, loosening and tightening York’s symmetrical knot, and unbuttoning and re-buttoning his formal collar.   York already had an erection due to the cuffs on his wrists and the sight of his captors’ uniforms, but his Windsor was almost as sensitive as his cock and the collar-and-tie play quickly made him rock hard.   And his turning his collar and tie towards one escort had turned his handcuffed hands towards the other, who began running his hands over York’s helplessly cuffed hands, and playing with York’s cuffs, repeatedly tightening them, enough to cause York some pain, which he secretly enjoyed, then loosening the cuffs, retightening them, and so on.

When the escort lost interest he left York’s hinged cuffs too tight for York’s wrists, but that didn’t worry York, who had a horror of virtually painless injections but could stand any amount of handcuff pain.   Soon York’s cuffs seemed to be of fire, but while this was painful for York it was also very pleasurable for him.   Moreover, while many guys would have had numb hands for a day or two after being handcuffed so tightly, York knew from experience that the deep red marks which would be left round his wrists once the cuffs were removed would disappear within an hour or so and that there would be no other after-effects.   In the meantime he could enjoy the feeling of being helplessly handcuffed with no stop-word to release him before his captors were ready to do so.

York had expected to be going to Schmidt’s apartment in central Hamburg, but the SUV was soon speeding down an autobahn, leaving Hamburg and its airport behind.   After a couple of hours’ driving, the SUV pulled into a rest area, where further humiliation awaited York.   One of the escorts unlocked York’s hinged cuffs, but York was then linked to both escorts by conventional chain cuffs, one set each side.   In the busy airport, with York’s hands cuffed together in front, some people had failed to notice the suited prisoner, but in the less busy autobahn rest area, with an escort handcuffed to him either side, and people having to get out of their way, few could miss him.   And everyone who noticed him gawped at the goodlooking, smartly dressed prisoner, not at his escorts.   As in the airport, York was both humiliated, hanging his head in embarrassment, and excited. Within the rest area, the escorts found a spacious disabled toilet, amply big enough for both of them plus York, which happened to have walls mostly covered by mirrors.   The escorts took turns urinating, then they ordered York to do so.

They moved theirs hands close enough to York to enable him to bring his hands in front of him and get his cock out of his trousers, but by then the sight, in the mirror, of three goodlooking guys, all with neat symmetrical tie knots and all handcuffed together, had got him too hard to go. ‘You piss now, Englisch’, ordered the escorts, but he couldn’t.   One of the escorts pulled a phone from his pocket, and spoke a few words of German into it.   Three minutes later there was a knock on the toilet door, which one of the escorts opened to reveal the SUV driver, who York had not previously got a proper look at but who turned out to be as goodlooking and, to York’s eye, as nicely dressed as the other two escorts.   Entering the toilet and closing the door behind him, the driver opened a small leather pouch he was carrying to reveal an electric wand massager with a hummer masturbation sleeve and some lube.

The escorts either side of York used their free hands to grasp York firmly by the upper arms, holding him still, while the driver lubed the hummer and York’s rock-hard cock, plugged the massager into an electrical socket, then slid the hummer over the cock and turned the massager on.   York was so excited by the additional turn-on of the driver’s working the hummer up and down his cock – ‘It’s so sensitive’, he groaned – that he came within seconds, splashing plenty of cum over the driver which he wiped off and made York swallow.

York had had a fantastic ejaculation, which he had very much enjoyed, and would not forget in a hurry, but, as the saying goes, bondage is not bondage until you want out, and, now he had cum, York wanted out, ie he no longer wanted to be suited’n’tied and handcuffed.   As his erection subsided and he started to piss, he explained to his three escorts, more in hope than expectation, that he had had enough and he would now like the handcuffs removed and be allowed to take his tie off and relax while they drove him to see his friend.   The three looked at each other for a few moments, as if they were considering the idea, then they laughed, mirthlessly, and led York back to the SUV.

That return trip was so much worse, as there was again the humiliation, but without the pleasure.   York considered trying to appeal for help to some of the people he was led past, but decided it would only cause him greater embarrassment, as all three escorts looked professional and convincing in their roles, and he was the one in the handcuffs.   Once back in the SUV however he resumed his pleas to the escorts, but this did not stop them reaffixing the hinged cuffs behind his back.   Eventually they tired of him so much that they forced a ballgag into his mouth to keep him quiet, and, when he made mmmphing sounds at them, repeatedly tightened his handcuffs an extra notch until he fell silent.

After another couple of hours’ driving, the SUV pulled off the autobahn, entered a small town, and slowed by a nondescript industrial building, stopping outside a roller-shutter door which then opened to reveal a slope, down which the SUV was driven.   At the bottom of the slope another roller shutter gave access to a large underground room, containing an assortment of bondage equipment, effectively a dungeon.   By this time York’s temporary loss of sexual interest was going if not gone, and seeing this dungeon both excited and alarmed him, but then came the reassuring sight of Reinhardt Schmidt, dressed smartly and very similarly to York, in suit, cutaway-collar white shirt and Windsor-knot tie.

“Great to see you Reinhardt…” began York, but his relief was short-lived, as Schmidt cut him off: “I am sorry York that you had to be brought here in handcuffs, but a certain security is necessary and will be maintained throughout your stay with us.”

York felt a combination of dejection, anticipation and apprehension. It was clear his ordeal was only just beginning.

Metal would like to thank bound2tie for this story and welcome him to the Prison Library!

By Cuffsandcops

Back in 2014, while at a music festival, I was introduced to guy, that one of my housemates knew from back home. When he walked away, my housemate leaned in to me and said “He’s a cop”. Little did my housemate know, I had located the guy on one of the apps prior to arriving on the festival grounds. His face pic caught my attention and a quick read through his profile gave me some serious clues as to his profession. He was attending the festival since his jurisdiction was across the country. While our musical interests didn’t cause our paths to cross once the festival got going, the conversation was only beginning.

Later that summer, I attended Bear Week in PTown. I again found the officer on the apps nearby. I had asked him if he had packed a pair of cuffs and he in fact had. I am usually pretty upfront when asking to try them on or to get put in them and this was no exception. He responded that he only used them one time on someone outside of work. He said he was going to be directing traffic at a pool party friends of his were hosting and I should come by. I made the walk over to the party and met the officer. He took me into the party, showed me around, but we didn’t have any opportunity to get frisky or to check out his cuffs. We chatted a bunch throughout the time there, but were unable to meet up other than in passing out at the bars.

For my birthday in 2015, the officer sent me his duty worn uniform shirt and a pair of ASP chain handcuffs he was retiring. Both of which I am wearing while I type this out. We continued the conversation weaving in and out of music topics, his tales of what happened while on duty, and of course what would happen if we got the chance to be alone eventually.

A month or so after my birthday, I found myself visiting the officer’s area for something work related, I honestly don’t remember. I very well may have just gone to see him. I remember checking into the hotel and letting him know I had arrived. He then warned me to not go on the apps because his partner was aware of our conversations and would find it suspicious if I was suddenly on the local screen. Unfortunately, as I think we all do, I had already reloaded all of the apps I had to see who was nearby as soon as I heard the door to my hotel room click closed.

The officer met me at the hotel wearing a t-shirt and shorts, since it was a nice day out and he was off duty. I met him in the lobby and we walked down to the room. Once inside he revealed a pair of Peerless hinged cuffs from his waistband. He mentioned that they stick sometimes. I asked for him to demonstrate how to arrest someone. He told me to put my hands up on the wall. The officer grabbed my right hand and I heard the familiar sound of the ratchet moving through the cuffs and I felt the steel tighten on my wrist. He them repeated the process with my left hand. I really do love the feeling of being in an officer’s handcuffs.

The officer then propped himself up on the bed revealing his cock. I fell onto the bed seeing as how I was cuffed behind my back and wiggled up to his crotch. I sucked his cock and licked his balls as he directed. He then got up from my mouth and turned his attention to my ass. He fingered my hole briefly and then plunged his cock in. I was cuffed behind my back, in the officer’s cuffs, as he was on top burying his dick in my ass. After he fucked me for a while, he pulled out, rinsed off his cock, took the cuffs off, tossed them on the bed, and climbed back on it. He said that he wanted to finish in my mouth, so I had better get to work. I remember sucking his cock and using my hands, which I wasn’t accustomed to really. He came and I licked up his load.

The officer then went into the bathroom to clean himself up. I noticed the handcuffs on the bed. While he had the water running, I quickly locked them on hands in front but with the keyholes facing away from my fingers. I sat on the bed in the same spot where the officer had just shot his load and began to stroke my cock. The officer exited the bathroom and shook his head at what he saw me doing. With some encouragement from the officer himself, I came while wearing his handcuffs. He of course had to unlock me given the way I had purposefully put them on. I cleaned myself up and made sure his cuffs were cum free as well.

The officer and I then spent time together that afternoon running errands he had to accomplish. The pair of Peerless hinged cuffs sat in the cup holder between us then entire time. I asked if I could ride with them on when we were headed back to the hotel to drop me off, but he declined that request. When we got back to the hotel, I thanked him for a fun afternoon and we parted ways.

After a dip in the hotel pool, I returned to my room to find a message from the officer’s partner. We exchanged pix and flirty messages and the next thing I knew, I was being invited to their house to play with the partner and the officer. The officer and I had agreed that we were going to act as if it was our first time meeting each other in a side conversation. The partner and I engaged in most of the fun when we were altogether. I remember at some point asking the officer if he had any gear at home, which caused me to get a dirty look, because the cuffs that were normally at home, were in his truck from earlier. The next day, I asked the officer why he wasn’t so active of a participant in the evening’s activities and he said he was still spent from earlier.

While it took over a year to finally get to spend some time together, it was well worth it. The officer was happy. The partner was happy. I was happy. The officer and I keep the chat going by talking about the music we are listening to and seeing, him sending pictures waiting for court to start, and me asking when he next time I get to try on his cuffs will be. He claims to have an old duty belt boxed up and ready to send me but it hasn’t made it way to the post office yet.

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank Cuffsandcops for this story!

At Young Perps, a chiseled loss prevention officer has a feeling one of the customers at the store is in trouble with the law.

He tells the guy he has an outstanding warrant for his arrest and makes him suck his veiny cock to keep the cops out of it. Then, he fucks the suspect’s hole raw!

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Meanwhile at CMNM.net, prisoner Killian is handcuffed naked on the exam table, consumed with absolute fury! He can do nothing to protect his exposed anus from being prodded and fucked by the pervy doc and guard. Hunched over, he has no idea what deviant instruments are being used to stretch his sphincter. Killian flies into a rage as his arse is persistently invaded while he must endure the mocking laughter of his captors.

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By Cuffsandcops

At the beginning of June, I was contacted by a fetish site member who did not have a picture posted. The content of the profile was pretty generic, claimed to be 100% passive, into anything, and new to submitting. He messaged first and ended each message with Sir. He asked about my location and was bummed because my home city and the GPS distance didn’t match, which happens often on that site.

The next message from him was quite bold if you ask me. He said to let him know if I ever wanted to meet him halfway. He said he is a cop, new to kink, and would let me cuff him and use him however I wanted. I responded saying that sounds like fun and asking about which level of law enforcement he worked in, local, sheriff, or state. He said I would have to find out. He told me his weight when asked, he is a lot smaller than the guys I usually go for, but the thought of overpowering him put a smile on my face.

Then came some pretty standard questions for me. What kind of cuffs do you carry? Black steel, one hinged, one chain was his response. Peerless or Smith and Wesson? S&W was his response. I asked if he wears a GShock watch and he said no watches because they just break. I commented that he must play rough and he said he can if I want him to.

I then asked how he heard about the fetish site and he said he saw a commercial for it and decided to check it out. I should have asked more details about this because I’m not sure where ads for this site are being shown. I asked if he had been with women previously and to tell me about himself. He had only been with women and none of them had a desire for kink. He had always wanted to explore so he figured he would give it a try. I asked what experience he had with kink other than handcuffing people. He said none but wanted to be used hard. I asked for a description of what that meant. He responded with bound, some punishment and humiliation, taught how to please me, throat fucked, and fucked hard. I asked if he had any limits and he said he didn’t rim and nothing illegal.

I asked if he had been to my town and he had a few times. I told him to plan a trip. I asked if he was cool with being in full uniform and me using the cuffs off his duty belt and he said yes he would be. We continued to casually chat for a few weeks on the site. I mentioned that I was going to be a location about half way between us in a few weeks. He said he could do that and would arrive in full uniform with silk panties underneath and I could punish him for them. I have never given a though to panties being used in play. I asked for him to send me a pic and we exchanged phone numbers to make it easier.

He was a pretty guy. Almost too pretty for a cop. We had agreed to meet at my hotel on the 4th of July after he was done with his work day. Unfortunately life intervened and he was unable to make the trip. Admittedly I questioned his legitimacy and desire to actually do what he had messaged and said over the phone. That frustrated him and a stressful evening with work and life caused communication to break down for a few weeks. I expressed my disappointment in putting a lot of effort into meeting and it not being able to happen. I had planned 6 scenes for the meet up and packed a bunch of gear to use. When he messaged back, he mentioned having to deal with a family situation which prevented him from attending that specific night as well as a work conference in my town during the couple weeks of silence.

Over the next couple of weeks, he and I had more conversation where he expressed the desire to meet up and play out what we had discussed. I sent him some pictures of a session I had with another sub to show him what he could be in for and he was very excited. I then asked if he was available on dates surrounding a trip I had planned where his location could be on my way to my destination. We had spoken on the phone a few times and had developed some rapport and trust. He discussed with me the family issues he was dealing with He told me about a project he had been working on for the department and preparation he was doing for the county fair that was taking place.

He agreed to meet me on the way to my destination. He had to secure two officers to cover his shift at the fair in order to ensure our time together. He quickly found one but the second was not committing to the additional duty. The day of the meet up quickly arrived and the second replacement was unsecured. We spoke on the phone and he seemed confident that he could get off duty at a reasonable time so a hotel room was secured.

I packed my gear and made the drive. His original arrival time came and went. He pushed things back 20 minutes, then 40 more. A couple of hours after I arrived at the room and geared up in full uniform, he said he was on his way. I warned him of some sketchy behavior in the hotel’s parking lot so he could avoid having to intervene. He said he would remove his shirt and place his firearm in his bag. I watched him pull into the lot and walk to the room’s exterior door.

The first thing out of his mouth was a comment about me not kidding about the shenanigans going on outside. The rooms were nice at this place and cheap, but the happenings around the place were very interesting. We shook hands and had a quick conversation about his day. He was even prettier in person than the pictures he sent me. I showed him the gear I had brought and he showed me his bag of panties. He took a quick shower, and redressed in his uniform putting some panties and fish nets on underneath. Unfortunately given the lateness of his arrival, he didn’t have some gear that we had discussed including his duty belt and a belly chain. I was able to make one of my duty belts small enough to fit on his waist with belt keepers. He presented in the version of his uniform that had a polo shirt and tactical pants with his boots and my duty belt on. I had on a full uniform with breeches, button down uniform shirt with badge, duty belt, and tactical boots.

I checked in with him about his comfort level with me and what I had shown him and he was good with everything. It was finally time to begin. I ordered him to place his hands high on the wall. I ordered him to spread his feet. I ordered him to place his chest on the wall. I ordered him to place his hands behind his back with his thumbs facing the sky. I ordered him to put his chin on the wall. I then moved in and handcuffed him with a pair of black steel Peerless chain handcuffs. I stood him up and searched him. While pulling items out of his pockets, I came across his badge, which I placed on the bedside table. I ordered him to his knees. I took out my chain collar and pad lock and locked it around his neck. I placed book shackles on his ankles and a head harness with gag over his face. I then added another pair of stainless Peerless chain cuffs and a second black steel pair bringing the total to 3 pairs on him. He had mentioned that he was good at picking cuffs so I wanted to make sure he was extra secure. I stood him up and walked him to the mirror. I made him look at the slave he had become, lifting his cuffed hands up, turning him around, holding him in front of me, and letting his position sink in.

I then tossed him on the bed and mounted him. He was in full uniform with my duty belt on. I let my weight set on him. I rubbed my tented pants on his ass crack. I pulled his hands and arms so he could feel the cuffs doing their jobs. It was time to further the transformation. I removed the belt and boot shackles. I unbuttoned his pants and removed them and the boots to reveal his fish net stockings and hairy ass. I spanked his ass a few times and rubbed my cock on his crack. I then uncuffed his hands to remove his shirt and reveal a toned and furry chest. I reapplying the three sets of cuffs and using a pair with an extended chain to create a hog cuff with a regular pair of shackles. After about 15 minutes, he asked for a break from his hands being cuffed behind his back so I gave him a few minutes and a drink of water.

When things resumed, I had swapped out the panties he had on and layered a few pairs. I applied a hinged pair of Peerless handcuffs behind his back. I removed the gag from the head harness. I applied clothespins to his nipples while he stood in a spot where he could watch himself in the mirror. I played with his nipples as he winced. I removed the clothespins and did some after care with my mouth on his nipples. I then applied some Japanese clover clamps and he started to squirm and make more noise. I eased a butt plug into his mouth. He took it a lot better than I had expected without gagging. I fucked his face with the butt plug for a few minutes. I released the nipple clamps and tended to his nipples.

I switched out the head harness for a breather gag and threw him back on the bed. The air tube of the gag folded, causing him to gasp for air. I rolled him on his side and removed the gag. He asked for another break from the handcuffs. Hinged cuffs suck was his comment. During the break he checked his phone. The family situation flared up and was going to cut our session short. I was only into the second of 6 scenes I had prepared. I asked if he was really tending to the situation or if he was just bouncing on me. He said that he wanted to try the ball gag and hood, wanted to suck cock, get fucked, he wanted to do it all. He said he would try to make it back later that night or in the morning. Unfortunately neither of those things happened.

While he was changing and packing up, we conversed. He revealed that he teaches defensive tactics for his department. He stated that he wrestles, has fold up mats, and was a two-time state silver medalist back in high school. I said I would love to wrestle with him until he was cuffed. I asked if he would be interested in teaching me some moves that I could then use on him. He said he gladly would. I asked when the last time he was cuffed was and he said he never got cuffed during training or the academy because none of his classmates could get him in the position to do so. That brought a big smile to my face.

It was disappointing that we were unable to do all that was planned, but I am glad he showed up and put in a good effort. I believe I made him comfortable and we both had a good time. Luckily, it appears that we will have some time to go through the rest of the scenes I had come up with, but in the comforts of my home, as he will be close by for a week or so in a few weeks. I told him he would wear a chastity cage for the duration of his time nearby and I would give him a GShock to wear as his collar instead of the chain I had locked on his neck. I instructed him to bring all 3 variations of his uniform along with his duty belt and a set of belly chains. He said we could use the wrestling angle to separate himself from his fellow officers who would be on the same trip in a few weeks. He also mentioned another trip to my area where he would be solo and have a room to himself.

I have to admit that the panties didn’t do anything for me, but I didn’t mind using them since that was part of his humiliation. I do have plans to incorporate them into future scenes. I was able to snap a few pictures and they are quite hot. I really enjoyed stripping him from his uniform and turning him into my slut slave. Since he had to depart, we have communicated and I expressed concern for his family situation. He gave me a brief update and said we would chat again once the fair was done as he has been up around the clock between work and family for days. I told him that he and his family were in my thoughts. He said he would reach out after the weekend. I hope he does. I think we have some chemistry and I am eager to test his limits and push his desires in our next and future visits. To be continued…

Metal would like to thank Cuffsandcops for this story!

By Mister-X/Spartan

Somehow Harry managed to make it through the several hours of standing at attention. He hated that tie and the tight shirt collar. He wondered how people could stand being dressed this way all the time. His stomach had been growling, and he wondered when he was going to be fed. Soon he started hearing the sound of a door opening and one of the ‘prisoners’ being marched out. He figured he was finally going to be fed.

When it was Harry’s turn, he was first checked to make sure he was at an erect attention, then marched out and down the hall. He was marched into that standing cage again. His cuffs and shackles were removed, and he was told to take off his shirt, tie and pants. After he’d done so, the clothes were folded neatly into a bag with his name on it, put on a shelf, and the cuffs and shackles were put back on. This time he also had something else put on. It was a leather hood with only two pinholes at the nostrils. After it was tightly strapped on over his gag, the pinholes lining up properly, he now could no longer see, and his breathing was a little restricted. He was then marched out of the cage and room and down the hall.

When he was stopped, he was helped down onto his knees and lower legs. He felt that he was resting on some canvas material. He felt the shackle on his right ankle being opened and brought up and over his handcuffs before being brought back down to be locked again on his right ankle. Harry realized he was now in a metal hogtie. He was helped down to lie on his stomach, and he felt the canvas material being brought up and closed at the top above his head. He wondered what was going on. But all he heard was the sound of the guy who did this leaving the room.

Finally Harry realized that this was how he would be spending the night. There seemed to be enough air coming into the sack, so this wasn’t a problem. He’d never spent the night in a sack in a hogtie position before, not to mention being gagged. This day was turning into a lot of new experiences for him. He was disappointed that his cock was in chastity, because otherwise he would enjoy this.

It took probably a couple of hours before Harry dropped off to sleep. He didn’t know how many hours he was out, but he awoke to the feeling of someone helping him get out of the sack. When he was out of the sack and the hogtie, he was ordered to stand at attention and march to the end of the line of men standing. He stole a glance in both directions, and saw that to his right there was a line of other guys standing at attention in their rubber underwear, and to his left there was a series of sacks with lumps filling them.

After all the sacks had been opened and emptied, the men were ordered to turn to their left. When they’d done so, they were ordered to start marching. Soon they were outside of the room they’d been in and were starting to march around a large yard. This kept up for a couple of hours. Periodically all would be stopped and one of them who had gotten out of the line or too close to the one in front would have his position corrected. Finally they were brought back inside and lined up at a communal bathroom. One by one they were taken inside, had their restraints removed so they could remove their underwear, were instructed to turn their underwear inside out, and had themselves and their underwear hosed down before being allowed to sit on a toilet.

Finished with this, they were given towels to dry themselves and their underwear, were ordered to put their underwear right side out and back on, had their restraints put back on, and were lined up again. After all were ready, they were marched into another room, one in which there was food set in front of a series of high backed metal chairs. All the chairs had straps attached. One by one they were sat down in the next chair with the straps attached securing them to the chair. There were straps at the ankles, legs below the knee, thighs, stomach, chest, and neck. Their cuffed hands were not attached to the chair, but brought behind it through an opening in the back of the chair.

After all were safely secured to the chairs, their handcuffs, hoods and gags were removed. It was the first time Harry had the gag out since he was ‘arrested.’ Finally they were allowed to eat. Harry found the food to be good and plentiful. There was meat, eggs, hash brown potatoes, fruit, pastries, and a large glass of juice, as well as coffee. All the gathered ate hungrily. After they were finished, the cuffs, hoods and gags were put back, and one by one, they were unstrapped from the chairs and required to stand at attention. When all were ready, they were marched back to the stand-up cage and, one by one, put inside to get dressed and again restrained. After each was ready, they would go outside the room to wait in line. When all were dressed, they were marched back to their cells, standing in front.

One of the guards in black leather started with each, holding a list, and either ordered them to report to work, taken by one of the gathered officers, or be put back into their cell and ordered to stand at attention. Harry was one of the latter.

When the disbursement of the gathered was finished, the guy in the black leather came back to Harry’s cell. “Harry Simpson, your information shows that you are a student at the local college, and will be starting your senior year in a month. Until that time, you are to remain here. When it is time for registration, we will give you the information and you will tell us which classes you wish to register for. We will take care of that for you. When classes begin, your arresting officer will take you to the college. Only when you arrive at your desk in each class will your handcuffs and gag be removed. Your arresting officer will sit next to you. When that class is finished your handcuffs and gag will be put back on, and your officer will lead you to what is next on your schedule. You will be dressed for classes as you are now. When the weather turns cold and wet you will also be given appropriate outerwear.

You are to always maintain an erect posture. A device has been put into your tie pin. If you deviate at all from an erect posture, it will register wherever you may be, and you will be suitably punished when you return. If you plan to take notes, you must continue looking straight ahead, holding up the writing implement and the paper to write in front of your eyes while you continue looking straight ahead. Likewise, if taking a test, you must do the same. If going to the bathroom, you still must look straight ahead. Do you understand?”

Harry was shocked at these instructions. He was going to have to go to classes dressed like he now was? He was going to have to always maintain a strictly erect posture, taking notes and tests by holding the pen and paper up in front of his eyes, and he would be cuffed and gagged until at his seat in the class, and immediately cuffed and gagged after the class ends? This was crazy! But he knew to immediately answer the question, and he quickly nodded his head up and down.

“Your arresting officer will know your schedule, and will bring you here when classes are over. This will now be your new home not only for the next month, but for your next college term. If you make no mistakes, you will be released on probation. When on probation, your arresting officer will still have the responsibility of taking you to and from your classes at college, you will still be required to maintain the dress you are currently in, as well as your erect posture, tie pin in place to ensure that you are, and your arresting officer will be visiting you every night at your home, as well as every weekend. Do you understand?”

Again, Harry was shocked to hear this. He hated that guy. He figured that guy would go out of his way to try to get Harry in trouble again, just as he’d done before. But he also immediately nodded his head up and down.

“Very good. It has been noted that your cock is turned on by being bound and gagged. While here, you will not be allowed any enjoyment from that. But when you are released on probation, your arresting officer has been instructed to always keep you bound and gagged after your studies are finished, doing to you whatever he wishes within the guidelines of what is allowed. He is one who is well versed in topping others, so you have that enjoyment to look forward to. Your probation lasts two years, and after that, it is up to the arresting officer how long he wishes to continue his play with you. You will have no say in the matter, and must always obey any orders he gives you. If you choose to get away from him, you will be returned here to be punished, starting the probationary period over again, and will then have a police record. Do you understand?”

Once again, Harry was shocked. Judging by how tight that cop had ratcheted his handcuffs, this guy was pretty sadistic. While it was true that Harry enjoyed being bound and gagged, he didn’t want something that would cause him permanent damage. But he realized that the way they had this set up he had no choice in the matter. He again quickly nodded his head up and down. He not only understood, he understood all too well.

The guard continued. “You are to always be in this city. You are not allowed to go visit any relatives that are a distance away. Your holidays will be spent here. We will take care of closing your apartment agreement and storing your belongings. What you have here is what you will have until your probation period starts, in addition to any class materials. Do you understand?”

Harry again nodded his head up and down. He was going to have to come up with some explanation for his parents as to why he can’t come visit them over the holidays. And he wouldn’t be allowed any use of his other possessions, like his cell phone and computer.

This started Harry’s new life. It was very structured and disciplined. He thought back longingly to his previous life of enjoyment and leisure. He blamed that cop for the misery he was now having to endure, someone who it appears will now always be a part of his life, since he couldn’t envision the cop not wanting to continue to play with him.

Somehow he made it through the following month and the first term of classes without slipping, despite the cop always cuffing his wrists as tight as he could. He was finally released on probation. But that was when the original arresting cop became an integral part of his life. As Harry suspected, the cop was quite sadistic. At least the cop varied the positions that he kept Harry in initially at night and on weekends, although his wrists were always cuffed tight, ankles in shackles, his mouth tightly gagged and the leather hood with nose holes only on his head. Some nights he would be in a tight spread eagle, some nights he would be in a hogtie, his wrists and ankles cuffed together and connected with a padlock. The cop installed a hoist in Harry’s apartment, and some nights Harry would be suspended from it, sometimes right side up, sometimes upside down. And there would be other positions. The cop never let Harry’s cock out of its prison.

Harry was required to always address everyone as ‘Sir’ whenever he spoke, whether it be instructors or fellow students at college, or the hated cop. Harry was forced to change into a young man who was respectful of others. He was looking forward to the end of his two-year probationary period. But suddenly Harry realized that he would be graduating from college when his spring term ended, and would be looking for a job, all while still on probation. Now that he was on probation he was free to spend his time at college as he wished to do. He tried socializing, but other students avoided him. So he concentrated on lining up job interviews. He very much wanted to get a job in another city so he could get away from the cop, but realized that this might not be allowed. He was given some white shirts to wear to job interviews instead of the black wool ones, ones that were provided by that facility, ones that would still cover the required underclothes and had hard, stiff, tight collars and cuffs. They were very uncomfortable to wear, but looked great.

At the job interviews, he was invariably told that he presented a very good image, both in dress and in the respectful way he addressed them. Harry started realizing that the training he was forced to endure was making him someone that had a good chance of landing an excellent job. He started viewing the forced changes in a different light.

When he was presented with a selection of jobs, the one he preferred happened to be here in this city. Since he was still on probation and was told that he had to remain in this city, this solved the problem of accepting a job in another city. He accepted the job in this city.

His parents came for his graduation, but wondered why he was always with a city policeman. He told them that he’d become friends with him, and they roomed together. The facility gave him a graduation present of a dozen of the white shirts and ties that he’d worn to the job interviews, with instructions of where they were to be laundered, since the facility had a contract with that laundry. These shirts were just as uncomfortable to wear.

He had some explaining to do at work about being delivered to work by a city policeman, as well as picked up by him, but he just said that it was his roommate that was living with him. That was at least partly true. The final year of the probation continued, and when it was up, the cop told Harry that he was moving in with him and now that the probation restrictions of what he could do to Harry were no longer in place, he was free to treat him the way he’s wanted to since he first met him. Harry had been told at that facility that he had no say in the matter, that it was the cop’s decision to make, that to reject his decision would be a violation and he would be arrested, so he had no choice but to accept the decision.

Harry had a good job at a company that was happy with his work, as well as his appearance, and he had started enjoying the bondage the cop had been giving him during the probationary period. During one of the few times when he wasn’t gagged, he told the cop that he appreciated him. It made no difference to the cop. To him, it was just part of his job, though he did enjoy having someone to torment, and he still considered Harry to be that ‘young punk.’ But he was glad to hear that the ‘young punk’ apparently now had some respect for his authority.

The cop started preparing for his fun, now that his restrictions were removed, getting out the spiked restraints, the metal slave collars, and the tit devices. He also got out the e-stim. As he thought about the fun he was going to have, he finally smiled. He also figured it was time to bring out his cock for Harry to service.

That night marked a major change in their relationship. The sight of the cop’s smile sent chills down Harry’s spine. And the sight of what he was now going to have to endure started Harry shaking uncontrollably. Harry’s opinion of the cop reverted back to his original opinion. But it was too late for him to back out now. The cop now had complete authority over Harry to do whatever he wanted to do, no matter how severe or extreme it was. And Harry now had no choice but to accept that.

Harry knew that if he tried to get away, he would soon be back in that facility, having to endure further punishment, having a police record. He would lose his job, and if he sacrificed two more years of his life, he’d eventually be back in this same position. Harry started having nightmares as he thought about what his life was now turning into. He thought about filing an official complaint with the authorities, but realized that it was the authorities who were authorizing this treatment. He felt like he was trapped.

That night the bondage changed to torture. Harry was strapped to one of those high back metal chairs that had been moved into his apartment. The ankle shackles and the handcuffs were those spiked ones, and a chain connected the two tightly under the chair. The cop showed him some of the gear that he’d brought into the apartment, including a noose rope, some plastic bags, and a wire. That hood was put over Harry’s head over his gag, and after it was strapped tightly, the cop started putting his fingers over the nose holes. Harry found that he was turned on by this, but his cock was still in chastity, so he couldn’t respond appropriately. The cop told Harry that he hoped that he was enjoying this, because he had lots of other ways he was going to start cutting off his breath that he enjoyed, including some he’d earlier shown him. The cop also said that he was filing down the tops of Harry’s shirt collars to make them razor sharp to cut into the underside of his chin. Harry was kept strapped to that chair all night to imagine what being tortured in those other ways were going to be like, as well as what his shirts were going to feel like at work.

The next morning, after the morning chores were taken care of, Harry was cuffed and shackled in the cop’s car for the ride to work, gag back in, sitting in the back of the cop’s car where the windows were blacked out so people couldn’t see in. This time the cuffs and shackles were those with spikes. The cop told him that this was now a permanent change. His shirt collar was also cutting into the underside of his chin.

After they arrived at work and the restraints were removed, the cop gave Harry a pair of gloves to put on to hide the spike marks. Harry dutifully got out of the car and went in to work, the tie pin still testing his posture, keeping him stiffly erect. Harry was rubbing his wrists, not saying or doing anything to indicate what was going on at home, his thoughts on what he’d heard in the last few hours. This was now the start of his new life, one in which he would be constantly tortured.

And all because of that bumper sticker. With everything that had happened to Harry since that cop stopped him, he certainly questioned that cop’s authority, but was powerless to do anything about it.

The end

Metal would like to thank Mister-X/Spartan for this story!

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