By Robmacz
The next morning I woke with a start. The cell door was being opened, and two officers were entering, carrying chains. A lot of chains.
‘Okay Bevan, time to ship out.’
Jack was rubbing his eyes as he pulled back the blanket and got out of bed, just wearing his white t-shirt and his boxer shorts. ‘Come on, we haven’t got all day, get dressed.’
Jack pulled his orange pants and shirt on before putting on his socks and stepping into his slides.
‘Kneel on the chair,’ one of the officers ordered.
Jack did as he was told, and the second officer took a pair of shackles and snapped them around Jack’s ankles. Jack stood up and put his hands out in front. He didn’t need to be told, he knew the drill. The handcuffs went on and a black box was applied to make them rigid. Next came a belly chain around his waist, which was fed through the black box and then fastened with a padlock. Fuck he looked hot. I felt my dick go hard at the sight.
