By Atlanta Stud

After Dave led me (Jake) back to our room, he went back to Brody’s room to find him still standing in front of the mirror, tugging a bit on the cuffs locked through the ring on the transport belt. Standing directly behind him and putting his hands on Brody’s muscled shoulders, he leaned in and quietly said, “Yeah, that’s it stud, keep tugging on that metal you’re locked up in. Ironic that all that muscle you’ve worked so hard on can’t help you right now. But you like this, don’t you, not being in control. I could tell that first day you tried on those cuffs we bought. Bet you’re in ROTC for the same reason, so you can have someone telling you what to do. Am I right? Tell me I’m right, Brody.”

Brody turned to face Dave, swallowed hard and kept silent.

“Yeah, just what I thought, big boy. So here’s what I’m proposing for the week, and when I’m done with the proposal, you’ll have until morning to give me your answer as you’re locked to your bunk for the night. First, I’m the Warden around here and you’re the inmate. This week you’ll be wearing that jumpsuit that you seem to like so much, or you’ll be in your fatigues, boots and your new ARMY T or shirtless if the weather dictates. You’ll see what’s been issued to you each morning after you shower. At all times while indoors, at minimum you’ll be locked in legcuffs, but for now get your ass on that bunk.”

With that said, Brody found himself flat on his back on his bunk while Dave released one legcuff, ran it through one of the metal vertical footboard supports and then relocked it around his boot.

“I’m placing a cuff key into one of the handcuff’s keyholes. If you want out, all you have to do is unlock the cuffs and shackles and I’ll know you don’t want to continue. But if you want to be an inmate for the week, take the key out, keep it in the palm of your hand so that you can present it to me when I return. You’ve got ’til morning, inmate. You know you look damn good locked up, boy, damn good.”

With that Dave turned out the lights, but all that metal locked on Brody shined nicely from the bright moonlight coming in from the window. Even Dave had a difficult time sleeping that night, as all he could think about was the hot fireplug locked down to his bunk and what his answer would be in the morning.

Dave was up at the crack of dawn. He couldn’t sleep and he wanted to know Brody’s answer to his proposition.

He put the coffee on and marched into Brody’s room to find him wide awake, and the key missing from the keyhole and resting nicely in the palm of his hand, at which point Dave took possession of it and his new inmate.

Having left Brody locked down, I was instructed to get my shower in and get geared up in what Dave had left out for me. Today’s attire consisted of my new (used) desert tan fatigues, my two-day-old socks, boxer briefs and my desert tan boots, no shirt. I was then promptly locked in the Smith & Wesson cuffs in front and told to sit my ass on the bunk until told further notice.

Dave unhooked Brody from his shackles, and he was given five minutes to shower, get back to his room and get dressed. Dave had set out Brody’s woodland fatigues, jockstrap, black speed lace boots and socks, no shirt.

Brody was then instructed to lock himself up in the legcuffs and to lock the hinged cuffs on in front, afterward Dave proceeded with the double locking.

Dave took me out to the living area, and that’s when I saw Brody locked up, shirtless with that hot tatt on full display. I’ve always admired that tatt and must have been staring a bit longer than I thought, because Brody just looked at me and said, “Offer still stands, dude, you ready for me to design your tatt, bro? Of course, I’ll need out of these cuffs to work on the sketch.”

Brody moved around to look at my back, took his locked-up wrists and outlined where he thought my ink should go.

“Got a great-looking back dude, and I think I’ve got just the thing for it,” he said.

Dave hadn’t known of the offer up until now, but he promptly unlocked Brody’s wrists, got him some sheets of paper and a pen and told him to get to work. About 45 minutes later Brody was satisfied with his sketch and presented it to me for my opinion.

“Of course it’s smaller in scale than the actual, which will be about 12 inches across and maybe four inches in height, but you get the idea.”

Had to admit it was a hot-looking tribal tatt, and just the thought of that on my back had me hard. Dave locked Brody back up in the hinged cuffs, and the two of them discussed the sketch while placing it on my back to determine the best location.

“Oh yeeeah, you’re getting inked when we get back, bro, and I can’t wait to see my work displayed on your back.”

“OK inmates, here’s the deal. I’m not one for dancing around the facts, and the facts are pretty clear, but I’m putting them out on the table anyway. First off, I’m the Warden around here for the week and you two boys are the inmates. At all times you’ll be in some form of restraint and I will be the only one here determining your uniform of the day. Secondly, facts are facts and ‘ol Brody here loves getting locked up in cuffs and shackles so don’t act or say anything differently about that. I’ll make sure that you get your fill this week. And Jake here, well Brody, you may not know this, but he’s been my boy a good while now. He spends plenty of nights locked in cuffs or shackles and he’s a bona fide awesome footlicker. You be a good inmate, Brody, and you’ll see just how good he is. Either one of you start acting up this week, and you’ll soon find that you’ll be locked to a post in the basement. We’ll just call that solitary confinement. And just like solitary, the only thing you’ll be wearing is the shackles locked around your wrists and ankles. Think I won’t do it? Just try me. Damn Brody, judging by the looks of things in your crotch, guess I must be saying something you like hearing. Maybe that needs to be locked up as well.”

Dave had Brody get up, at which point he locked the hinged cuffs behind Brody’s back, went back to our room and returned with a small box.

“I actually bought this to try on ‘ol Jake here, but maybe it’s better suited for you, Army boy.”

With that Dave opened the box and pulled out what we learned was a CB6000 male chastity device. At first Brody looked at it with a bit of curiosity, but realizing its purpose and that Dave had an interest in locking the device on Brody, he quickly backed away from it.

Dave, in his gentle yet dominating tone, simply laid out the ‘facts’ as he likes to say. “Brody, Brody, Brody, let’s look at the facts, shall we? You’re locked up in hinged cuffs, which are behind your back, your legs are in steel legcuffs. Do you really think you stand a chance of me NOT putting this on you? If you behave, you won’t be put in solitary, you don’t want that do you? Come on, let’s finish getting you ‘locked up'”

Dave dove right in, pulled down the fatigues and jock and had Brody’s manhood quickly locked up and had him back in ‘uniform.’

“You’ll be in that 24 hours, whether you like it or not, so get used to it. You’ll notice the padlock utilizes a three number combo to open instead of a key, and only the Warden has that number. Oh yeah boys, this is going to be a great spring break week.”

To be continued …