HANDCUFFS AND MORE
(EXCERPT 1837 words)
On a rainy afternoon, out of uniform and wearing a trendy but serviceable new black PVC jacket, British fire-fighter 'Chunky' Proctor has nervously risked a visit to the 'gay' shop 'The Inner Man' ... because they stock handcuffs ...
A discrete small shop in a provincial side-street - with electrically operated door-phone entry and CCTV camera. Almost involuntarily he took a deep breath to calm his nerves before pressing the bell ... instead of a voice the door buzzed and clicked open ... and Chunky stepped into the unknown ...
A glistening hi-tech perforated metal screen and a dazzling metal trellis formed a small cage-like vestibule, well lit but allowing only a sense of what might lie beyond,.
Hi, said a friendly young face from behind the security grille, come inside.
Another electric buzzer opened the inner security gate automatically.
Sorry it's a bit like Alcatraz ... although some people like that idea? ... but we get a lot of ... what shall I call it ... aggressively curious callers. You look as if you know why you're here. First visit, yes?
Chunks nodded guardedly.
Thought so, I'd have remembered smiled the likely lad without any hint of a simper. The older man found himself thinking that if he didn't know this kid worked in a gay shop he'd never have guessed. The sweat pants, trainers and tee shirt would not be out of place in the Health Club the lads at the station use.
Is there anything I can show you ... or do you just want to browse?
Chunky at a loss to know where to look. Neatly segmented into areas the whole range of kink from leather and PVC to lurex jock-straps; a feather boa wrapped around motorcycle boots ... and then he saw the handcuffs ... well, not just handcuffs ...
In a corner was a cage big enough to contain a good sized dog and above it a rack with not only handcuffs but manacles and shackles in a riot of shapes, configurations and weights.
His heart was beating faster than normal as he stared at the display. This was more than he'd bargained for ... so much other metal stuff hanging there began to blow his mind. A brutal-looking iron collar next to neat little chrome wrist manacles padded with leather but obviously seriously efficient. His imagination reeled at the possibilities ... (giving substance to his recurring fantasies) ... and leg manacles and lockable steel belts with wrist and ankle cuffs attached by sturdy chain. None of your token bondage, tin-plate stuff here he told himself. Shit, a solid metal head ... the Man in the Iron Mask! ... Fuck. The rushing sound in his head was making his vision blur ... and he realised the young shop guy was watching him, slightly amused.
See anything you like? asked the lad.
Anthony John Proctor, Leading Hand in The Brigade with a couple of special citations for bravery, hoped he wasn't looking too stupid. Yes, he said in a voice that sounded higher in pitch than normal. He cleared this throat and added gruffly A couple of things ...yeh!
Metal stuff. observed the kid.
Er ... yeh ... police equipment ... er ... handcuffs. The word almost stuck in his throat.
Right! enthused the youngster We had a hell of a rush on them after that newspaper article. Is that where you read about us?
Chunks nodded, guiltily.
Talk about locusts. You'd think Oldham had never heard of handcuffs before that. We had to restock twice since then. Are you on the Force?
Police? ... no! said Chunks prepared to be defensive.
Thought you might be. Quite a few of the local lads have been in ... putting a dent in their credit cards.
Police ... buying handcuffs?
Why not? We've got some pretty exotic stuff here.
You're not fucking kidding said the older man.
I mean types of handcuffs; German, American and even Australian police issue. Highly collectible.
Chunks was trying to get his head around coppers buying non-standard issue handcuffs ... shopping in a gay shop ... giving their credit card details. His mind was still reeling a bit when the next question sent him into a tail spin.
What are you looking for exactly?
Er ... er ... said our hero who's perception of handcuffs was less clear than it had been ten minutes since. er ... something reasonably simple ... that won't leave marks.
Ah, that narrows the field. Steer clear of most of the swing-through bow models in that case. We don't sell the cheap crap but even some of the standard issue can cut in a bit, specially if you enjoy a good struggle. Are they to be used on you or a female?
Both lied Chunks, quick as a flash.
Pity, said the salesman (person) the most comfortable are the Hiatt Old Pattern but they aren't adjustable. They'd fit you fine but she might wriggle out of them ... but that might be fun to watch.
His hands were sweating as Chunky looked down at his wrists The ones that would fit me ... , he hazarded, but his voice trailed off as the kid reached for a businesslike looking pair of traditional cuffs.
These are the basic ones. They just snap on, but you need to watch out because they can nip the skin. They're more comfortable behind the back than modern ratchet cuffs. Quick to close and slow to open, this type. The key screws in and pulls back a bolt the kid enthused as he closed one of the cuffs with a resounding snap onto his own wrist. Immediately, he produced a key and demonstrated the unlocking principle. You can even do this yourself behind your back he said as the cuff fell open.
Chunky licked his lips but found nothing to say.
Not very comfortable to spend the night in, not if they're on behind your back so you can't play with yourself said the young man without a trace of embarrassment. The fact that he was not much older than his own son made the weird situation even more weird. The kid reached for a similar pair of cuffs that were linked by about a foot of chain rather than close together.
Now these you can sleep in ... if she allows you to sleep . He put the cuffs into clammy hands . A lot depends on the games you play.
Anthony John felt he was blushing scarlet but the salesman had turned and reached out for yet another pair from the wall display. These cuffs are much chunkier, the kid prattled on they're German. Unnecessarily bulky but the weight feels great and they make a very satisfying noise! The ratchets of the massive cuff rattled through the spring mechanism a couple of times. A great sound if you're blindfolded or have a bag over your head.
The sheer nonchalance of the youngster was keeping Chunky off balance. This was the sort of kinky stuff he'd only ever read about in magazines ... never discussed it, even with Sarah and certainly not with other blokes. He stared at the cuffs in his hands.
The lad waited, amiably. Is that the type of thing you had in mind? he asked. They're pretty well fool-proof if somebody is bad at tying knots. A quick snap and they're on ... as long as she's put the key somewhere out of reach in case you grab her.
Was this kid a mind-reader wondered the older man ... but the handcuffs were being taken out of his hands as the salesman asked How are they for size?
Chunky didn't know or make any move to find out ... and so the kid, quite logically, placed one cuff around one of Chunky's wrists ... but didn't close it.
That seems exactly right. Do you want to close it or shall I? asked the guy but Chunky made no move. Smiling, the younger man snapped one cuff locked and immediately stepped back, leaving the second cuff dangling by its foot of chain. He held out the key.
The good thing about these is you can easily lock them on and take them off by yourself if that's the sort of game you play. There are ways of making the key unavailable for a while ... until a certain time, if you like to play on your own he said, still holding up the key . Lot's of ways, from sealing the key into a cube of ice and having to wait for the ice to melt, to electronic time-lock boxes. There's some very interesting possibilities. Lock the other cuff on.
Whether this was meant to be a suggestion or an order Chunks wasn't sure, but his hand moved to the second cuff.
Try it behind your back prompted the salesman, and for some obscure reason the older man did exactly as he was told without hesitation. Fumbling the unfamiliar shape around his wrist in the small of his back, his eyes flickered between the amiable face of the youngster and the various mirror panels in which he could see his black rain jacketed self from different angles.
The snap of the second cuff closing announced the start of a new phase, particularly as the salesman still held the key. Looking in the mirror directly ahead Chunk wished he could see the back and front at the same time.
Turn around said the mind-reader swinging a second wall of mirror tiles to an angle so both front and back were visible to the wearer. Relax! See, they can be quite comfortable. You could struggle or just happily spend the night in them. No damage, even if she decides to sit on your chest or thighs or even if she's got you embedded inside her. The choice would be hers.
Luckily for Chunky the kid couldn't see the massive erection that was causing serious problems inside his mac.
A sudden rasping of the door buzzer threw Chunky into panic. The kid also moved swiftly but confidently. No need to panic. I'll get rid of them he said reassuringly as he swung back the mirrored wall panel to reveal a small changing room.
There's a seat in there. You can slide your hands down under your bum, sit down and get your boots through the cuffs. That way you can see to unlock the cuffs ... if you want. I'll get rid of them soon as I can. Here's the key. he said and Chunky felt the key pressed into the palm of one manacled hand behind his back.
With that the door closed and the sweating, Chunky turned around to find himself staring himself in the face because the cubicle door had mirrors on the inside as well. The shiny black rain jacket that had seemed both practical and trendy when he bought it last month suddenly looked decidedly kinky with his hands pulled back by handcuffs. Handcuffs! thought Leading Hand Proctor and the tip of his erection was making a plainly visible hump in the very bottom edge of his belted jacket.
END EXCERPT 2 - Handcuffs and more - but Chunky is on a learning curve -
and he is in no hurry to use the key to free himself.
There's more he wants to know - and the young sales assistant is eager to get back
and share with the hunky fire-fighter what he's got a lot of ...
HANDCUFF EXPERIENCE (3)