By Mister-X / Spartan
Brad started loading his stock into his van. His partner, Jay, just stood watching. Jay was taller than Brad, about 6’ 4”, looked like a football tight end with his muscular 245 pounds, but Brad didn’t want him helping to load, since Jay didn’t know what came next and where to put it. It was easier for Brad to load everything himself, even though it was a lot harder since he had a metal collar with foot long chains attached that were padlocked onto his wrists, restraints that Jay had put on him that morning, going over the PVC suit which covered him from chin to ankle along with the thick ankle shackles with the foot long chain between that went over his boots. It was what Jay required Brad to wear during a normal day at home, and with the physical exertion of loading the ton of stock into the van while wearing all that, he was sweating heavily in the nighttime heat and humidity.
