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.
While I was trying to cool off mentally, Adin went to the kitchen and came back with the water bottle refilled. He tipped it up for me and I guzzle a bunch. I had been sweating like crazy. I looked over and saw that my sofa cushions would be going to the cleaners soon. It was a small price to pay for the experience I was having. I wanted to talk with Adin about the drug experience itself, but first I had to pee. I told Adin this, hoping he might let me out of the straitjacket, but he just said, “Down the hall to the left,” so I squared my shoulders and embarked on a rite of passage of sorts.