By Atlanta Stud

Nestled in Iowa, just 25 miles northeast of Fort Dodge, is the small town of Eagle Grove, with a population of just over 3500.  It’s a farming community with solid farmhands who are strong from the endless days working the crops and playing sports.  Two of those men, Seth and Jacob, were close. Their farms were next to each other, and they were the same age, having known each other their whole lives.  Now, aside from farming and sports, there’s not a lot to do in Eagle Grove, and bros being bros, Seth and Jacob found ways to have fun.  The usual playing catch, trying to get the forty-year-old LTD to run again that’s been parked behind the barn all those years and hanging out in the woods were just a few.  Seth and Jacob both had impressive physiques.

They were about 5-foot-11, with muscled arms, defined pecs and definition in the abs region.  Seth sported chest hair with a nice treasure trail going down the abs, while Jacob had a light dusting of hair in the chest region.

It was early Fall and several months before Jacob planned to enlist in the Marine Corps. One Saturday morning they were hanging out in the woods horsing around when Seth saw a coil of old white cotton rope, which looked to be about fifty feet in length, draped over the front fender of a black ’48 Dodge sedan that had long been abandoned and wasn’t but a shell of a car now.  Seth didn’t know it, but a week earlier, Jacob had brought the rope with him and did a little self-bondage.  Not much, you see, just roping up his desert tan booted ankles and loosely tying his wrists, pretending to have been kidnapped.  He had left the rope on the fender so it could get a little more weathered.

“That’s weird, what’s this rope doing out here?”  Seth blurted out loud.

“Who knows, someone probably just left it here when cutting through the woods,” Jacob said.

“Must be a good 50 feet of rope,” Seth said as he held it in his hands.  “Remember when we pretended to be Bo and Luke Duke and see who could escape the villain’s rope?”

“Yeah, I remember, Seth.  You never made a good villain.  Never could keep me captive as I recall.”

“Oh yeah, well get over here, Luke.  Get up against that old fender and put your hands behind your back.  We’ll just see about that,” said Seth in quite an authoritarian tone.  Jabob’s heart was racing.  His self-roping was fun, but it’s not the same as getting roped by someone else and not having control of where the ropes are placed and where the knots are cinched.  Jacob leaned up against the passenger side fender and Seth roughly pulled Jacob’s hands behind his back and tied them snug in an X fashion.  Jacob felt around for the knots when Seth was finished but couldn’t find any in reach.

“Yeah, good luck, Luke, I mean Jacob.  Those knots aren’t anywhere within reach.”  Seth still had a lot of rope at his disposal and with it he pulled Jacob backwards and up to a tree roughly two feet in diameter.  With Jacob’s back to the tree, Seth wound rope around his chest a few times before cinching it off and still had enough left over to let the rope drop down to cinch up Jacob’s desert tan boots.

“Let’s see you get out of that one, ‘Luke Duke’!”

Jacob was in rope heaven and completely stuck.  Oh, he tried getting out, but to no avail and the only result he got was a raging boner that was clearly obvious and he blushed when Seth noticed it.

Seth stepped up close to Jacob, looking square in his eyes, their faces only about six inches apart.  “Looks like someone’s enjoying this.  You like getting tied up, don’t you?  Looks like some things never change, huh.  Always had a suspicion you liked it when we played Bo and Luke Duke, and yeah, I was right, huh? Maybe I should leave you here for a while so you can try to break free.  You won’t, though, but I know you’ll try.”

“Please don’t, Seth.”

“Don’t worry, pal, I won’t leave you here, I was just kidding.  I’ll take you off of that tree and we can head back to my place.  I got something I bet you’ll like.”  Seth untied Jacob’s feet and removed the ropes from around his chest.  He was standing there now with his hands bound behind his back with a trail of extra rope dangling down which Seth quickly picked up.

“Um, you forgot to untie my wrists, Seth.”

“No. I didn’t.”  And with that, Seth took the extra rope, pulled it between Jacob’s crotch so it acted like a leash forcing Jacob to make the mile long walk back to Seth’s house with his wrists expertly bound behind his back.  Once back at Seth’s house, Jacob was led upstairs to Seth’s bedroom and was told to sit on the wooden desk chair while Seth went back downstairs to grab a couple bottles of soda.  When he returned, he had Jacob stand and then untied his wrists.

“Here you go, pal. I’m sure you could use a cold drink by now.”

“Thanks Seth.  So, what’s this thing you got that you said I’d like?”

“Oh yeah.  Well, when I went to Des Moines last weekend to pick up some parts, I stopped at an Army Navy store.  They had some pretty cool things.  Matter of fact, I want to go back and get me a pair of desert tan boots.  I didn’t have enough cash on me last weekend for the boots.  But I did come back with these.”

Seth opened up the top drawer of his night stand and held up a pair of shiny Peerless chain link handcuffs.

“Oh wow.  Those the real deal?” Jacob asked.

“You got it.  Peerless brand according to the box and keys.  Here, check them out.”

Jacob took the cuffs and examined them.  He hadn’t held a pair of real cuffs in his hands before.  He ran the arms through a few times listening the solid click of the teeth catching the notches firmly holding the arms in place.  He grabbed a cuff in each hand and tugged them apart as if to test the chain connecting them.  They held firm.

Seth snatched them back from Jacob’s hands.  “Here, try them on.”

Jacob held out his hands in front, and within seconds, they were firmly locked in the cuffs.

“Now we’ll just use this piece on the end of the key…and there you go…double locked, buddy.”

Jacob tested the steel and realized very quickly just how secure the cuffs were.  After being locked in the cuffs about ten minutes, Seth pulled out the keys from his pocket and unlocked Jacob’s left wrist.

“Of course, the perp really should be cuffed behind the back.”  And with that, Seth, using the free cuff as leverage, forced Jacob’s right arm behind his back and had him cuffed behind the back before he knew what hit him.  “There you go, buddy.  Like a real criminal about to be hauled off to jail,” he laughed.  “Let’s see, it’s a thirty-minute ride to the county jail, so I figure you should stay locked up for thirty minutes.”

“Come on, Seth.”

“Thirty minutes, buddy.  And I’m putting the keys right here in your front pocket.  So close, yet so far away.”  Seth laughed as Jacob sat back down on the old wooden desk chair to wait out his time.

“Oh, like I was saying, I want to head back to the Army Navy store to pick up some boots.  You should go with me and check out the other things they had in the case.  Couldn’t believe it myself at first, but they have genuine leg shackles and I saw a box that had something like ‘transport restraint’ written on it.  Be cool to see just what that is, huh.”

“Why don’t we go now?”  Jacob asked.  “Not like we got anything else to do and Des Moines is only ninety miles away.  You can get your boots and I can check out all the other stuff they have there. And we can grab lunch, too.”

“Uh huh, you just want me to take those cuffs off you, buddy.”

“No really.  I want to check it out.  Of course, I don’t want to ride there cuffed behind my back, so yeah, you’ll need to take them off.”

“OK, let’s go.  Stand up so I can get to the cuffs.”

Seth took the cuff keys and unlocked Jacob’s left wrist and Jacob brought his hands to his front so he could rub his wrist.  In a quick motion, Seth grabbed the free cuff and locked it back on Jacob’s wrist again, this time in front.

“Hey, what gives?”

“You’re right, you won’t be riding there with your wrists cuffed behind you.  They’ll be locked up in front.  Let’s go, buddy.”

 

Metal would like to thank the author, Atlanta Stud, for this story and welcome him back to the Prison Library!