By CONVICTEddie
Before CJ Hernandez was my boyfriend, he was a hot-shot defense attorney in my city. You would see his face and name all over the city on billboards and on local TV ads.
My name is Jason Walker. I was a financial advisor at a small firm. I dreamed of one day making it big at a well-known firm, but for now I was struggling. After all, I got my degrees from a local college and not from an Ivy League. I had borrowed a lot of money to get these degrees, and they were not paying for themselves. I had converted my garage into a prison cell and would have people pay me to be inmates. At the moment I had three inmates in there, but I had not disclosed this to my guests. I had warned them to keep quiet because I had guests and would punish them if they made noise.
After work, I would get high with Ryan Ramirez, one of my friends since high school. He went to a community college to become a barber. I smoked weed regularly, and it was a habit I knew I could not afford, but Ryan supplied me with my weed for cheap.
One day Ryan came over and we hung out and smoked as usual. The local news station was on the TV in the background. All of a sudden, they showed Pete on the TV. Pete also went to high school with us. He was Ryan’s ex-boyfriend. Pete was the one who got Ryan into the drug selling business. The news anchor started talking, saying, “Tonight, we will bring you all the details as to the arrest of Peter Gonzalez, A local drug dealer who got caught selling to an undercover police officer. You can rest easy now knowing that this man will not be on the streets selling to your children.” They showed a cop car arriving to the courthouse that parked all the way at the end of the courthouse. The media swarmed over to the car to take pictures and get footage for their news segments. One police officer got off from the passenger side of the car and opened the back door. Inside was Pete with his seatbelt fastened. The officer unbuckled Pete and helped Pete get out of the car. Pete was dressed in a yellow two-piece uniform with an orange undershirt and orange socks and some cheap plastic sandals. He was secured with a belly chain containing a black box and some mitts and a connector chain to his leg irons. Pete was then led to the courthouse entrance by one officer on each side. The media walked with him asking him questions as they made their way to the courthouse entrance. The media made sure to zoom in to his handcuffs and leg irons to ensure the public that Pete would not be able to get out of his predicament. Pete shuffled to the courthouse with the sound of the chain between his legs hitting the pavement with every step. The media kept on asking questions, but Pete just smiled. “More of Pete’s story after this commercial break,” said the news anchor as the camera went back on him.
Ryan looked at me in disbelief. He could not believe that his ex-boyfriend had been caught selling drugs. “So, what do you think of Pete’s predicament?” I asked Ryan.
“I don’t think I would ever want to see myself in that predicament,” Ryan replied.
“Well, I do have some prison uniforms and restraints that we could use to motivate you to not get caught,” I told Ryan.
“Wait, are you for real?” Ryan asked, trying to not feign interest. I could tell this sparked somewhat of a reaction on Ryan. We had never talked about this interest of mine. We had previously just kept it to harnesses and leather. I don’t know why, but the thought of seeing Ryan in a prison uniform just made me get hard. Ryan just laughed and shrugged off the offer.
“Nah, I’m good. I would rather not even see what I would look like if I ever got caught because I know I’ll never get caught,” he said with a cocky attitude.
