By Atlanta Stud

Note from Metal: This is a continuation of a story from a while back. To start at the beginning, click here

It was nearing the time they needed to pack up the Wrangler and head back to Eagle Grove when they returned to the cabin.  Jacob was guided to a wooden chair as Seth fished out the transport set and swiftly locked the on the leg shackles.  He saw a puzzled look on Jacob’s face.

“I’m getting you ready for transport, prisoner Hawkins.  Stand up and turn around so I can remove the Peerless cuffs and lock on the transport cuffs.  Excellent, you’re such a good prisoner.”

“Hang tight and I’ll grab the gear and load up the Jeep.”

“You know, if you un-cuff me, I can give you a hand, dude.”

“No can do, prisoner Hawkins.  You’re an escape risk,” Seth said as he threw him a wink and a smile.

Making it back to Eagle Grove in good time, Seth pulled over on a quiet country road to remove the transport set before pulling into his driveway.  “I almost hate to take these off you, Jacob.  You almost look the part of a real prisoner. Just need that official uniform and prison cut and you’re all set.  For now, we’ll have to make do with what we got.”

The guys unloaded the gear and Jacob headed home. After knocking out a couple farm chores he flopped up onto his bed and reflected back on the day’s events and what Seth had said about the uniform and buzz cut.  The idea sounded hot, but just as a fantasy, right?  They didn’t have a real prison uniform anyway. And why was he even picturing himself like that?  Wearing a prison uniform, sat down on a wooden stool as clippers fired up for a prison intake haircut.

That night, Jacob had a dream that he was locked up in a cell. It was a single cell but it wasn’t at the local jail…but where was he?  He was wearing one of those white Georgia prison uniforms…the kind with a dark stripe down the legs…and there were heavy leg shackles locked around the black lace-up boots he was wearing.  Just then, the roosters started to crow and he woke up from his sleep with the images fresh in his head.

Seth slipped under the covers and reflected on images of Jacob in the transport set…and how hot he looked in them.  At that moment, he had another inspiring idea, sprang out of bed, logged onto the computer and began his search.  He found what he was looking for at a police supply store.  “Eureka!  Perfect!  This will be hot!” he said as he placed the order.  A few days later the small package arrived with Clejuso 103 high security leg shackles, a ball cap and T shirt.  He tried the 103’s on himself to test out how they feel and was impressed at the quality, weight and the beauty of the shorter chain.  “This will keep prisoner Hawkins in check.”

Though the harvest at Seth’s farm was already completed a few months back, there were things that needed done around the place but he was on his own as his folks, along with Jacob’s folks, took off to Hilton Head for the next six weeks.  There were things he would need a hand with, so he called on his trusted friend Jacob to help out.  The old Dakota pulled up the gravel drive at 8:00 AM sharp.

“Thanks bud…I think we can knock out the needed repairs to the shed out back in about six hours with both of us on it.  And I think we can have a little fun with the project at the same time,” Seth said with a wicked grin.  “Hang tight, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Jacob didn’t know what that was about, but one thing he did know was that Seth couldn’t lock him up in the Peerless cuffs or the transport set, because he wouldn’t be able to help with the repairs.

Seth returned a few minutes later sporting a generic ball cap with SHERIFF in bold letters written across the top.  “OK, prisoner Hawkins, you ready to get to work?”

“Yeah, I’m ready, Seth.  Nice hat by the way.”

“I believe that response should have been, ‘Yes SIR, Sheriff!  Prisoner Hawkins is ready to get to work.’ Now let’s try that again.”

Rolling his eyes, Jacob repeated as instructed, albeit sarcastically.

“Seems to me, prisoner Hawkins, you need an attitude adjustment.  Follow me!”

The two went into the house and into Seth’s bedroom.  “Here, put this on!” Seth said as he tossed an orange T-shirt over to Jacob with INMATE in large black letters written on the back.  “Come on, we haven’t got all day!  Switch out your shirt, Hawkins, and sit your ass down on that chair!”

Seth pulled out the Peerless cuffs, pulled Jacob’s hands behind his back, double locked his wrists and then left the room for a few minutes, returning with a set of clippers.

“It’s about time you sport a proper inmate haircut, Hawkins.”

“No no no!  You’re not buzzing my hair off!”

“What’s it say on the back of your shirt, Hawkins?”

“INMATE!”

“What’s it say on the front of my cap, Hawkins?”

“SHERIFF!”

“Exactly!”

And without saying another word, Seth fired up the clippers and buzzed Jacob’s hair down with a #1 guard.  When he was finished, he stood Jacob up and took him to the mirror so he could see the result.

“Kneel up on that bench, Hawkins, and stay still.” Before he knew it, the new leg shackles were locked around his desert tan boots.

“What the hell?  When did you get these?”

“They arrived yesterday, prisoner Hawkins.  Now, we’ve got a lot to do, so let’s get going.  This way, you won’t be an escape threat.  And IF I do have any trouble with you…there’s heavy chain locked around a beam in the barn with the open padlock.  Well, all I can say Prisoner Hawkins, is that it has your name on it and you’ll be spending the night locked in the barn.  Let’s go.”

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Metal would like to thank the author, Atlanta Stud, for writing a new chapter of this story!