By Mister-X/Spartan
Our college was putting on a play to mark the 150th anniversary of Lincoln’s assassination. Most people knew about John Wilkes Booth’s role in it. But few people knew about the others who helped him, and what their fate was. I was to play the role of one of the co-conspirators.
I made no pretext of the fact that I was gay. I also wanted acting to be my career. When it came time to pick the one who would be put into prison in those horribly difficult cuffs that the co-conspirators where put in, our director asked for volunteers. He normally would pick people for the roles, but he didn’t want to assign someone who would have difficulty playing this role. After no one seemed to want this role, I volunteered for it. Our director thanked me. He said I would need a backup, but no one else wanted to even be the backup. I was going to have to make sure that I would always be available. That was my first warning that this was going to be a difficult role to play.
Now that the director had someone to play the role, the next problem was getting the cuffs made. They had to fit the person who was portraying the role, and I was sent to the metal workshop to be fitted. Due to the fragility of the original cuffs, the director decided to make a modification. He also figured that I would prefer being placed in this modified version. He knew something about my interests, since he was also gay, and we’d played some.
At the metal workshop, the director told the workshop teacher what was required. He was surprised, but said that he’d be able to produce them. The director told him that I would be the one playing the part, and told him to make them to fit me. He said everything needed to be tight fitting, since that was the way they had it done at the time. The workshop teacher said “if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get. But if you don’t like it, don’t blame me. Your man here will have to be the one to be put into them.” That was my second warning that this was going to be a difficult role to play.
We started practicing the play. My role at the beginning was to help Booth plan the assassination. I would be wearing the clothes of the day, which consisted of shirts with those stand-up collars, ties, and suits with long coats. I was dressed in that when I would be meeting with Booth. We were able to obtain such clothes from the net. They fit me tightly, but at least they fit. They were not comfortable to wear, and I made a remark about that to the director. He replied that this was nothing compared to what being in those cuffs would be like. That was my third warning that this was going to be a difficult role to play.
After the assassination and the killing of Booth, the play focused on identifying and arresting the co-conspirators. That was when I entered again, still dressed as I’d been. I was taken to prison and booked. That was when I would be put into those cuffs. I would also be gagged, the gag only removed when I would be fed and given something to drink. I would still have on the same clothes, only the coat removed.
For practice of my role in prison, I would be gagged and would hold my arms out straight as far as I could get them. This was how the cuffs were, connecting the wrist at one end of my wing span to the wrist at the other end. In the modified version, the director included a collar that went around my neck to make sure the cuffs wouldn’t break. I would also have them on when at the trial. They would never be removed from me until I was hanged. That was also going to be a difficult part of the role, having that rope put tightly around my neck while on the gallows, and being dropped down out of sight. Of course, the rope wouldn’t be connected to me, but to a weight equal to mine, so that the audience would see the rope drop and suddenly stop and quiver, not knowing that it was not me at the end. That would mark the end of the play and the curtain would drop. We had decided to delay my appearance for the curtain call to get the audience to start wondering about my fate. We figured we may as well play some mind games with them.
As the time of the play opening was approaching, we were starting to get worried that the special cuffs wouldn’t be ready. The day before the play was to open, we got a call from the shop that the cuffs were ready. The director and I went down to the shop to get them and try them out. When I saw them I was surprised. They weren’t what I expected. Those would be something else to have on for any length of time. That was my fourth warning that this was going to be a difficult role to play.
We went back to the playhouse to get me dressed in those clothes and try the cuffs on. When I tried them, we realized that we’d forgotten that I would have clothes on under the cuffs. They were very, very tight. But I was able to get into them, having them be closed and locked. I was starting to choke some, but it was all part of the acting career. One had to make sacrifices to play a good role.
When it came time for the play, we were ready. It was sold out at the college for the four nights it was to be performed. Lincoln’s assassination was a popular subject at the time. The play started well. I was able to remember my lines at the meetings with Booth. The actor playing Booth was our best actor, and we had total confidence in him. He played his role well.
My next appearance was when they were rounding up the co-conspirators. I was one of the principal ones. There were others, but the play only focused on me, though mentioning the others. I was shown being booked into the prison, the guards in those old-time uniforms. Then I was put into those cuffs.
The guard who was to put me into the cuffs hadn’t had a chance to do so before opening night, and he started having difficulty putting me into them. First off, the collar was very tight around my neck. He didn’t want to choke me, but I quietly told him that he was going to have to do so to get that on. He finally closed it tightly around my neck. Then the cuffs were operated by a hinge at the collar with locks at both ends, unlike the original which had a hinge at one end and a lock at the other. He had difficulty closing the ends over my wrists, again because they were so tight and he didn’t want to pinch me. I again quietly told him to close it and ignore any effect on me. He finally took my advice.
My role after that was to stand there with my arms spread out straight from my shoulders, gagged tightly, except for the occasional feeding, one of which they showed. My ankles were also cuffed together. That part, at least, we’d had a chance to practice, though not with the metal collar and cuffs on me. The guards would occasionally take the opportunity to punish me in the original, such as punching me in the stomach, and we copied that in the play. Again, we’d had a chance to practice this before.
Finally the last scene was of me being hung. I was finally removed from those long cuffs and had cuffs on my hands behind my back. We were able to get some of those old-fashioned Darby cuffs from the internet. I was taken up to the gallows, still gagged, and had the rope put around my neck, pulled tight. There was a preacher to read me scripture as I waited to be hung. The weight was attached to the hanging rope, which was behind my back as I faced the audience. Then the trap door was opened and I fell through, as did the weight, with the rope behind me suddenly getting stiff from the weight.
There was an audible gasp from the audience with that, and the curtain came down. There was applause from them, and the rest of the cast started coming out for their bows. The actor who played Booth was first, and he got a good round. The guards were next, followed by others who were bit players. I was starting to hear murmurings as they were wondering what had happened to me.
Finally, the last cast member who hadn’t shown up, I appeared for my applause. Surprisingly, I got the biggest ovation. I wasn’t expecting that. Then the whole cast joined me, and the applause continued. Our play was a hit.
We got a good write-up in the press. In particular the cuffs were described, as well as the realistic hanging at the end. I got the majority of the press coverage. I hadn’t realized the local papers were covering it. The other three shows were just as well received, and the guard was able to close the cuffs more smoothly.
But with the press coverage, we started getting inundated with requests to perform the show at other local schools. Apparently they were teaching about the Lincoln assassination, and our play would fit in perfectly. So we weren’t finished yet.
We performed that play a total of sixteen times. We were quite used to it by the last one, but were also starting to get tired of it. I was certainly tired of standing there with those painful cuffs on my wrists and neck, my ankles cuffed together. After the last performance, the director invited me out to his home to celebrate. He knew that it was me who was the star of the play. I was still dressed in those old clothes when we went to his place, and he brought along that metal collar-cuff device, the gag, and the ankle cuffs. I figured I was going to have to do one more performance for him, but I didn’t mind. I owed a lot to that director for having this role. I could use it to advantage on my resume. I’d cut out and kept the various press clippings, as well as the ones telling about the upcoming performances at the various schools.
After dinner and drinks, me still dressed in those old-fashioned clothes, he took me to his play area. He’d already put the other devices in there. He got me locked into the cuffs and collar, put me under some chains that he had hung from the ceiling, locked those to my wrist cuffs, and cuffed my ankles together. I was now unable to move. He came over to my pants and unzipped them. He pulled out my erect cock.
“This almost spoiled the play. I was hoping that no one would notice that when you got put into those cuffs and collar, you started developing a noticeable bulge at your crotch. Fortunately you were facing the audience, so they couldn’t see it. But the rest of us could from the side. We were all laughing and joking about it, which you thankfully couldn’t hear.”
I must have turned three shades of red from embarrassment. I hadn’t realized what my cock was doing. Of course I was turned on by being in those tight cuffs and collar, but I hoped it wasn’t noticeable to anyone else. I didn’t know what to say to the director.
After he saw my reaction, he said “don’t worry about it. It was a natural reaction. The worst thing that could have happened would have been if you had been aware of it and reacted when up there. But the reason that guard was having difficulty closing the collar and cuffs wasn’t because of any concern for harming you. He had noticed your reaction and was using that as a way of stalling while he recovered himself. I thought he handled that very well. Anyway, it’s time to celebrate. C’mon in, everybody.”
Suddenly all the cast members and the ones who set up the props came into the room. I suddenly realized that my pants were unzipped and my cock was out, but I couldn’t do anything about it, restrained as I was. I tried getting the attention of the director, but he was off visiting with others.
Several of the cast made comments as they went past me and noticed my erect cock. My favorite one was “I see old faithful is ready to erupt again.” They all seemed amused by it.
It was the guard who would lock the collar and cuffs on me who came up to me and started lightly caressing it. He was also dressed in his play costume. I noticed for the first time how well that guard looked in his prison uniform. He was looking at me with a big grin on his face as he saw me sizing him up. He said “I’d be happy to cuff you in any kind of cuffs you want me to and service your cock, providing you will service mine.”
My mouth must have dropped a foot. I had no idea this handsome guy was into that. He normally takes leading roles in plays, and the women fawn over him, whereas they barely notice me. He just had a less important role in this play. After I regained my composure, I said “you’re on. I didn’t know you were into this stuff as I am. Why didn’t you take this role, since it was a much more important one that the one you took?”
“I wanted to try to find someone like yourself who I could play with. I figured that anyone who took that role would be into this lifestyle, and I was right.”
We’ve since played many times. I’ve moved in with him, and he keep s me restrained whenever the opportunity presents itself. That role has advanced my enjoyment of life, in addition to potentially advancing my career.
The End
Metal would like to thank the author, Mister-X/Spartan, for this story!
