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Eagle Grove Steelworks – Part 04
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.”
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Eagle Grove Steelworks – Part 03
By Atlanta Stud
Original photographs by Cuffman85
“Uh, yeah. Can I have the keys, please, Seth?”
“I don’t know. Do you really want out? I mean, you did lock yourself up,” Seth said with a smirk. “Jacob Hawkins, shackled and ready to be hauled off to the county jail! Get up, prisoner Hawkins. If you behave yourself, maybe the county sheriff — that would be me —will release you after breakfast.”
“Come on, Seth, I need to get home to get my chores done.”
“OK dude, here are the keys. Hey, let’s go up to the cabin at the lake when you’re done with your work. We can spend the day up there and come back around 7.”
“Cool, yeah. I’ll knock out my chores fast so we can try to get there around 9:30?”
“And I’ll get some things together and toss them in the Jeep so we can leave as soon as you get back here.”
The guys knocked out their morning chores quick and Seth loaded food, water and a few other things in the Jeep just before he saw Jacob pulling up the drive in his beat-up Dakota.
“Well, if it isn’t prisoner Hawkins!”
Eagle Grove Steelworks – Part 02
By Atlanta Stud
Seth put on his Tecova Doc square toe boots and, with Jacob in the lead, hands secured in the Peerless cuffs, they hopped up in Seth’s hand me down Wrangler and Seth buckled up Jacob.
“Hey, toss me the sweatshirt on the back seat so I can cover up my hands so nobody sees the cuffs.”
“Hah, nothing doing, buddy. I doubt anyone will see them anyway with the doors and windows on this ‘old thing. Sit back and enjoy the ride. I’ll take the cuffs off once we get to the Army Navy store.”
The smaller two-lane state highways didn’t bother Jacob much, it was when they hit 35 South, the four-lane divided, that he got nervous. Someone in a pickup or a trucker in a rig would surely see the cuffs if they glanced over, so he pulled the sleeves of his long sleeve t-shirt over as much as he could to hide the metal.
Eagle Grove Steelworks – Part 01
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.
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Nick and Daniel – Part 8
By Atlanta Stud
Zac crashed for the next few hours with good reason. After spending the night locked up in a set of transport shackles and then spending some time chained up to the basement post, he was beat. It was noon before he hit the shower and headed out to run a few errands for the day. It was a scorcher that afternoon so he opted for his cargo shorts, his favorite snug fitting navy Under Armour Just Saying sleeveless tank and his worn low Chucks. It was almost dinner before he got back and he noticed Nick and Daniel kicking around a soccer ball in the front yard, their shirtless physiques glistening with sweat in the late afternoon sun. Zac was pretty cut himself, but he admired Nick’s physique, the muscular trimmed hairy chest that looked bullet proof. With his two bags of new workout clothes in tow, he headed over to chat with the men and soon found himself engaged in the battle of the soccer ball.
By the time it was over, it was a sweaty mess of three muscular hunks.