By Atlanta Stud

The drive back to the dorm wasn’t but fifteen minutes, and we scored a parking spot close to our dorm room’s entrance. I scooted up a bit in my seat so that Dave could access the cuffs to take them off and he just said, “hang on a sec and I’ll get the door for you.” With that he came around and opened the passenger door and said, “You know those cuffs are staying on until we get to the room, don’t even think of asking me to take them off.”

OK, so I had been getting into our rope play and boot and sock control for a couple months now, but wearing cuffs through the dorm hall back to our room was definitely taking it to a whole new level in my book. I was going to be seen by several of the guys on our floor, just no way of getting around that, and how the heck does one explain this?

I actually got pretty lucky that nobody was walking down the hallway, that is, until we were about four doors away from our room and we come across Brody, who lives two doors down from us.

Brody, in my book is one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. He’s in the Army ROTC program on campus and was just back from a Saturday morning drill, still wearing his fatigues, black military boots and one of those hot, really short sleeved, skin tight Under Armour military colored T-shirts that showed off part of his incredible tribal tatt on his right arm. It extended from mid bicep up to the round muscular curve of his shoulder. He’s not tall, but what I’d describe as a fireplug. Built solid as hell with an incredible smooth chest and very hairy legs.

As we were passing by he gave us the “hey guys.” Then my stomach dropped when I suddenly heard his boots stop cold, and a chuckle coming from Brody’s mouth followed by a “what the hell’s this?” Brody came up closer and was checking out the cuffs with some interest and Dave proceeded to tell him that they were the real deal, same as used by law enforcement.

“No shit? Damn those look tough,” were the next words from Brody’s mouth.

“Yeah, seems my roomie here liked them so much when he saw them that he wanted to wear them home to get the full experience,” Dave said.

Another slight chuckle out of Brody, but I also could feel him physically checking out the cuffs and letting out another “cool cuffs man, they look pretty tough.”

That’s when Dave invited Brody to head over to our room with us and he’d show him the additional purchase made that day, once again pawning it off that it was me that wanted them.

Here I am still cuffed up, and Dave and Brody are examining the legcuffs, and it seemed to me that Brody found the new purchases were pretty damn hot, might have been that slight tent in his crotch that I happened to notice.

With Brody in possession of the legcuffs, Dave suggested that since I wanted them so bad, I should try them on since I hadn’t had the opportunity to do so yet, and told Brody to do the honors.

“Come on guys, you’ve had your fun, just uncuff me,” I said.

Brody’s response was that I should at least try them on, and with that he bent down and tried to lock them around my cowboy boots only to discover that they wouldn’t fit over the boots. Realizing this, he scooted me over to my desk chair, pulled up my jeans a bit and pulled a boot off.

“Damn, dude, you ever wash your socks?” were Brody’s next words.

Dave just chuckled, knowing in advance that these boot socks were on their third day already. Second boot off, and I hear the ratcheting of first one legcuff and then the other.

“Go ahead, walk around, see how they fit,” Dave said with a smirk.

Brody just chuckled, but his eyes were seriously checking out the legcuffs. I’d know that look anywhere.

“Damn, those are tough, dude,” Brody said.

And at that point, I could see the wheels spinning in Dave’s head as he bent down and removed them from my ankles. Holding them up in front of Brody, he said with a somewhat authoritarian tone, “You should try ’em out yourself, Brody, see what it feels like to walk in them. You’re a tough ROTC Army boy, should be a piece of cake for a guy like you, have a seat on the desk chair, let’s get you locked up.”

Freaking amazing! Brody did exactly what Dave said and quietly sat down, and he actually extended his booted feet out before Dave even had a chance to tell him to do so. The legcuffs looked hot as hell locked up around those military boots, and watching Brody walk around a bit, give ’em a tug a few times to test their integrity and hearing the chains hit the dorm floor was hot!

“Damn, these are tough, guys! No getting out of these bad boys without a key!” said Brody.

As Brody was checking out the legcuffs, Dave was unlocking my hands from the cuffs, at that point Brody had turned around and was walking back our direction when Dave held up the cuffs in front of him and suggested he get the full effect. I was rubbing my wrists at that point and totally expected Brody to decline the offer. My jaw must have hit the ground as Brody, not saying a word, just turned around, lowered his head, and put his hands behind his back, offering them to the Smith & Wessons. Dave had them double locked in no time, and Brody was testing the chains with a few tugs. With his wrists locked up behind his back, his built chest was a site to behold in that tight Under Armour stretch fiber T-shirt.

Dave walked around the front of Brody and playfully, yet with some strength, gave Brody’s pecs several short jabs and taunting Brody by telling him he’s not so tough now that he’s locked up, and then threw in a “you look pretty damn good in cuffs and shackles Army boy, natural look on you.”

He gave Brody’s right nipple a little twist followed by a couple light playful taps on his cheek. “Think you can get out of the cuffs, Army boy?”

“Heck yeah, if you give me the damn keys, dude,” was Brody’s response.

Dave followed that by telling Brody how it was going down as he placed the keys in Brody’s hands.

“Tell you what, here’s the keys. You have five minutes to get out of the cuffs and shackles. If you fail, you’ll stay locked up for the next hour.”

I thought this was a no-brainer, with the keys, how could you not get out? What I didn’t take into consideration at the time was that his left wrist was turned outward in the cuff, making it very difficult to try to manipulate the keys into either hole. Brody failed miserably. Though he did manage to get one key into the appropriate hole, but didn’t know he had to first turn the key one direction for the double lock mechanism before he could actually disengage the cuff ratchet. Realizing defeat, but not actually thinking Dave was serious about the hour penalty, Brody turned his back towards Dave, slightly lifting his arms up a bit so that he’d take the cuffs off. Dave just chuckled and told Brody that the cuffs come off after the hour’s up and to make the best of it.

“I must say, you do look damn good in ’em, Brody. Yes, Sir, you look mighty fine in metal restraints, a natural look for you indeed.”

That hour must have gone by very slowly for Brody, but it was torture for me as well, just watching him tug on the cuffs every now and then to check out the chains and seeing his boots locked up in shackles was amazing. Dave was right, Brody had a great, natural look in cuffs. As promised, he was released after his hour was up and Dave, with that evil grin on his face, told Brody that he was welcome to spend time in ’em anytime he wanted.

***

You can imagine the look on my face when about two weeks later on a Friday night, after returning from a very late library study session, I found Brody sitting cuffed, hands behind his back, on my desk chair wearing jeans, a wife beater tank top and his military boots. Dave had already left to visit a nearby cousin for the weekend long before I was due back from the library. Brody gave me the cliff notes of the night: apparently the two of them had been horsing around, Dave got him cuffed and then added the legcuffs running the chain through the bottom support of the chair.

Dave then let him know he had to get on the road, but that I’d be back sometime late that night and he was sure that I’d release him. The keys were with his dogtags around his neck, and I set him free. He noticed me checking out his tribal and suggested I get some ink myself, since I had the look for it. He even offered to design it for me. He had designed his own, as it turned out.

With a slap on my back, he said, “Thanks for taking the cuffs off, it’s been a long three hours locked up. I was beginning to think that Dave was going to have me in lockup all night. Oh, and I’m serious about helping you with the tatt, dude.”

With that he headed back to his room. As he headed toward my door I noticed a familiar shape in his left rear pocket, it seems someone else on our floor has a set of cuffs.

To be continued …