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.”
To be continued …
