Day 7“Good morning Riley”
“What are you doing here Ryan? I thought you were coming in at 10:00.”
“I was but the night nurse called and said your thumbs were getting real swollen. So Bob and I switched or shifts. Wow they are pretty swollen.”
“Ouch then why are you tightening them? Ouch oh shit, please take them off it hurts so badly.”
“There you go pitching a tent in your pants again. Okay I will take them off in ten minutes. I have to go and get Brian and bring him back to his cell.”
“Wow he only had to stay in solitary for about 18 hours?”
“Yes the guys on the net voted to get him back with you.”
“Please,” I begged Ryan, “take these off before you go.”
“Sorry, I can see you are enjoying it as much as I am,” he smirked.
About 15 to 20 minutes passed and Ryan is back putting Brian into his cell. “Okay Riley let’s get those thumbcuffs off.”
“Ouch, oh man—ouch-- it’s burning. My thumbs are throbbing.”
“Ya, I thought that would happen when I tightened them up. It’s like taking off tit clips.”
“What are tit clips?”
“Oh they are clamps that can be tightened on your nipples until they pinch real badly. When you take them off the blood rushes back in and it hurts even worse than when they are on. From the looks of your pants you like that feeling.”
(I hate it when he makes me blush like this.) Oh good Brian, Taylor, and Tyler at my door.
“Hey Riley,” Brian said, “I really missed you. How was your visitation with your mom?”
“My mom told me something she wasn’t supposed to talk about so it got cut short.”
“So did you go into isolation too?” he replied.
“No I guess they didn’t punish me because it was her mistake.”
“Riley,” he said, looking down at my hands, “your thumbs are bleeding.”
“That’s because Ryan put thumbcuffs on me. My thumbs are still throbbing.”
“Sorry, Riley,” offered Ryan, “Let me go get some Band -Aids.”
Tyler piped in: “Wow that’s awesome Riley! Would you mind if I ask Ryan to put the thumbcuffs on me?”
“Well,” I replied, “ if they are on you they are not on me!”
“I think I will ask him to chain me up just like you Riley,” Tyler said, “with rigid handcuffs and a belt. Maybe I will ask him to keep me cuffed up for a week.”
“No way, Tyler. You won’t like it after the first three or four days.”
“Are you sure?” Tyler replied, “you seem to like it.”
“Well I only do at times but I loved it 24 hours a day at first. Now there’s times when I feel like I’m about to break down.”
“Turn around Riley,” Ryan said, “and let me bandage your thumbs. Wow it really cut into your thumbs. Sorry Riley.”
Tyler breaks in: “Ryan, can you handcuff me like Riley with the rigid handcuffs and the belt? Can you make me stay cuffed for five days? And you can put the thumbcuffs on me real tight.”
“You have to ask Riley if you can use his thumbcuffs,” Ryan answered.
“I did. He said it’s okay.”
“Okay,” Ryan replied, “let’s get you chained up then!”
“Wait,” Tyler interjected, “can I change my uniform and put on clean underwear first?”
“Sorry Tyler, you have to be cuffed now,” as he gestures to Stanley and Gilbert, the other guards on duty, “bring a belt, rigid cuffs, and short chain leg irons.”
The two burly guards come running in.
“Grab Tyler’s arms,” Ryan commands them, “as they push Tyler against the wall.” Ryan quickly chains up Tyler.
“Ouch!” Tyler yells, “do the handcuffs have to be so tight?”
“Yeah, you little shit, you asked for it, didn’t you?” Ryan replied, checking the blood from Riley on the thumbcuffs. “Let me go clean these thumbcuffs and get them on you. You guys hold him until I get back.”
“This is awesome Riley!” Tyler said.
“Okay,” Ryan asks, with the cleaned-up thumbcuffs, “stand still until I get them on you. Is that tight enough?” as he snaps them on tight.
“Ouch that’s super tight!” Tyler responds, “But it’s awesome!”
“Sorry to disappoint you,” Ryan answers, “You guys have the weekend off so they come off tomorrow morning.”
“You’re lucky,” I tell Tyler, “You will be glad when you get un-cuffed. Ryan will make sure the cuffs hurt and the thumbcuffs are going to hurt more than you think.”
“Sweet,” relied Tyler, “I won’t be able to do anything about it. After an hour with these thumbcuffs on I will be begging Ryan to take them off but he won’t. I will be so desperate! sweet.”
“That’s what you say now,” I tell him, “When you’re ready to cry it won’t be so sweet.”
Tyler responds, “I bet Ryan doesn’t take your handcuffs off tomorrow. Won’t that be awesome? You’ll be all ready to get loose and he will tell you NO!”
Riley, shifting in his handcuffs: “Man, that’s not funny.”
“He has total control over you,” Tyler taunts me, “If he decides to keep you cuffed you stay cuffed. Ha ha ha!”
Taylor butts in finally, saying “Tyler stop that. You’re just being mean. Riley, you have been handcuffed for a week. What good would It do to keep you handcuffed any longer?”
“He’ll let you go Riley,” offered Brian, finally, “don’t worry.”
Ryan ambles over and says, “Okay boys let’s get down stairs; your food is on its way.”
“Brian,” asks Taylor, “ is it okay with you if I feed Riley and you feed my brother?”
“Sure it’s okay with me,” Brian answers.
Ryan marches the four boys to the eating hall where they sit down--Brian next to Tyler and Taylor next to Riley so that Riley and Brian are sitting across from each other.
“Brian,” I say, “you got in trouble for asking about your brother?”
“Yes,” Brian answers, “I love my bother; he’s twelve and we are really close. He had to have an operation last Monday, on his heart. The doctors said if there were no complications with the surgery he would be fine and live to be an old man. I asked how the surgery went. My mom said fine. It was worth going to solitary to find out he’s okay.”
“Wow,” I said, “that’s rough. They won’t even let you know if your brother survived surgery?”
Tyler interjects, with tears running down his face, “Ouch! these thumbcuffs hurt so bad Riley. How did you take it for so long?”
“Think of something else,” I tell him, “Think of being somewhere nice with someone you love. Think of a waterfall. Think of yourself under the waterfall hear the water running over your head. Feel the coolness of the water. Dive under the water and swim up in front of your girlfriend….”
“BOYFRIEND!” he corrects me.
“Sorry-- your boyfriend-- and kiss him. Feel your heart beating faster and faster. Your getting dizzy. It’s the best feeling you have ever had. Now you take it from here.”
Taylor replies, “Riley, I bet you were thinking of Brian under the waterfall with you.”
“No,” I demured, “it was on a private island.”
Brian looks at me and says: “I missed you Riley. It seemed like I was in isolation forever. Even though you were just 100 feet or more away it felt like 100 miles.”
“It felt like that for me too,” I tell him, “I was the only one left in handcuffs since you got yours off. You weren’t here to comfort me.”
Tyler butts in, “You’re not alone now: I am handcuffed just like you are. You can depend on me; I am here for you. Thanks, the waterfall thing really helped. My thumbs hurt like hell but it didn’t for a minute there.”
“You can do it any time,” I tell Tyler, “It usually works: unless you’re at your breaking point. I’ve been at my breaking point about four times this week, but it passed in about an hour. You just have to remember that you can overcome it.”
“I think Tyler is a little sweet on you,” Taylor says, “and that’s why he wanted to be handcuffed just like you.”
“No I’m not!” Tyler complained.
“It’s okay,” I say, “I kind of figured it out. At least you only have one day.”
“Here comes Ryan,” Brian says.
“Ryan,” I ask, “if I wear the thumbcuffs will you take them off Tyler?”
Ryan frowns, “Riley your thumbs are all cut up. It was fun last night watching you on the net from home. But I am not that sadistic. Your thumbs would have permanent scars. Let Tyler suffer for a few more hours and I will take them off.”
Tyler obviously is having serious second thoughts now. “Can you at least loosen the handcuffs? These rigid ones hurt every time I move. It even hurts when I take a deep breath.”
Ryan replies: “I want it to hurt you. I’ll leave them tight for about five or six hours. Then when you have some painful grooves around your wrist I will loosen them. They will still hurt but you will get some blood flow. Ha, ha, ha. It hurts pretty bad, right Riley?”
“Yes it hurts even when they’re loose. Then just as the pain starts to dissipate Ryan tightens them up again.”
Ryan; “Okay boy’s go back to your cells for lock down.”
12:00 pm lunch--
Ryan looks me in the eye and says: Riley I’ve got a surprise for you after lunch. I am going to work a double shift but it’s worth it.”
Oh crap, I think to myself, what’s he going to do now? I wish he would just tell me instead of leaving my imagination run to wild. I glance over at Tyler and he looks spent! Guess he’s not as tough as he thought or not as tough as me. Good Tyler and Taylor are sitting next to each other. That means Brian will be sitting next to me and feeding me.
“Hey Tyler,” I ask, “are you okay?”
“I guess I am. I really didn’t know what I was getting into.”
“Ryan,” I ask again, “can you please take my thumbcuffs off Tyler?”
“I don’t know,” the guard says, “I think he likes them.”
“Come on Ryan, ,you know he’s in pain. Please take them off him. They are mine; put them on me.”
“Your thumbs are to cut up,” Ryan says again. “I think Tyler should wear them a little longer.”
“I give up. Tyler you’re going to have to talk him into taking them off.”
Ryan responds: “Okay Riley don’t pout. I was just getting your goat. I planned on taking them off the whole time,” and he begins taking the thumbcuffs off Tyler.
Tyler has tears running down his face. “Ouch, oh man-- that hurts-- oh shit, it hurts so bad. My thumbs are throbbing.”
“I told you Tyler,” I said, “it hurts real bad. But, oh no, you wanted to try it.”
“Oh man it hurts so bad. Can you take off the handcuffs too, Ryan? Please!”
“No,” Ryan tells Tyler, “I don’t think so. You wanted to be handcuffed for five days. It’s not even been a day yet. You’re so weak-- Riley didn’t even complain for the first three days.”
“But Ryan,” I say, shuffling my rigid cuffs for him to see, “I really want you to let me go now please. I can’t stand another ten hours. The guys say you’re not letting me go al 10 am tomorrow. Are you?”
“That remains to be seen,” Ryan answers, “but you’re not getting out of those cuffs even one minute before 10:00 am. You guys are going to have the weekend off. Then Monday morning you go to court. The first time was for show. This time we have county and federal prosecutors coming. You will all be charged with real crimes and convicted. We found drugs in some of your personal items. We searched and found some incriminating things on the other guys.”
This really upset me. “I never broke no law!” I tell Ryan.
“Yes you have,” Ryan tells me, “You went to adult websites over 100 times and clicked ‘yes’ I am old enough let me in. That’s an FCC violation. Don’t look confused-- it’s a federal crime and if you were charged for every time you did it you could get a 25 year prison sentence in a federal facility. We are only charging you with about ten counts. That comes out to about three years. Just what you wanted! The judge could give more but most likely won’t. All our guards have been deputized. So if you fight them or anything while you are in here you get charged with another crime and a prison term which you can serve in a real adult prison. And if you really screw up you could end up with life in prison. So from now on you are a real prisoner for five days a week. You have weekends off which counts as good time. So three years is three years. If your parents change their minds they won’t be able to break their contracts; and even if they can they won’t be able to get you out until you serve your sentence. They could put in an appeal but that would take years and you probably will have served your sentence by then.
“Oh I almost forgot. Riley, you spit in my face and I have been deputized. So you will probably get another six months added on your sentence. Wow, Riley you don’t look so well. Don’t you want to spend six more months with me?”
“If I already got an extra six months, I could keep getting more time.” I tell him.
“That’s right,” Ryan glares, “you might never be free again,” he says, laughing .
Tyler looks doubly worried now. “Are we going to be chained up all the time?”
“Not all the time,” Ryan tells him, “but you will be handcuffed and leg- ironed a lot of the time. Now if you boys are done eating it’s time to go back to your cells. I know Riley doesn’t want to wait for his surprise.”
All the boys are shuffled back to their cells and Ryan enters my cell.
“Hey Riley, remember checking off the picture of the rigid irons hogtie? Well you’re going to be put in these rigid irons

- rigid irons
in a hogtie behind your back. I will let you out to eat dinner at 7:00 and you can use the rest room. If you want you can put on a diaper. Because I am leaving after dinner and I will take the keys with me. You will be in the rigid irons until I come back. I will be coming back early. I am coming in at 8:00 so you will be hogtied for thirteen hours! Then you might get your cuffs off at 10:00am.
“So,” I ask, staring at the cruel looking rigid irons, “I will get my handcuffs off when you put on the irons right?”
“No,” Ryan tells me, “you will keep your leg irons and handcuffs on. That way you can’t slip out of the rigid irons. And the handcuffs and leg irons are adjustable so we can keep them nice and tight the way you like them, right?”
“No,” I replied meekly.
“What did you say? I can’t hear you.”
“No sir I don’t like it. Please at least take off the handcuffs.”
“Sorry you get to keep them until tomorrow. Now lay on the bed on your stomach,” he commands.
I start to jerk around and try to escape my fate but Ryan gets two other guards and they pin me down and I hear the deafening clicks of the padlocks.
“There you go, Riley boi. Solid steel irons. You’re not getting out of them. Just think you got about seven hours until you get a break. Your muscles are going to start hurting. Then you will get charley horses. You won’t even be able to move to stretch those charley horses out. But at least you will be limbered up for the next thirteen hours. Man, you’re really going to want to get loose,” Ryan laughs, “but I will have the keys with me at home. I guess they could cut them off if there’s an emergency but that’s going to take some time. They are constructed of ½ inch thick steel and they are 2 inches wide. Feel the weight? They weigh 9 ½ pounds.”
“Please don’t make me stay like this for that long,” I plead.
Ryan smirks. “I bet if I rolled you over you would have a tent in your pants. The psychiatrist says you like to be locked up long term with no way to get loose. He says the more uncomfortable and long term the better you like it. So, in a way I am doing you a favor.”
“Please its way too long. Make it half the amount of time, please! That’s still a long, long time.”
Ryan smiles his cruel little smile. “Remember you owe me. I got you hung up in leather cuffs. You have a nice rest now and I will come get you for dinner. I will take your urine bag off your leg and hang it on the bed in the meantime.”
Man this is uncomfortable, I tell myself, feeling the irons resting against the handcuffs. They pull on them so the handcuffs hurt even more than usual. My back muscles are strained and my arms are stretching away from the irons, although, shit, I am enjoying this helpless feeling. If I was only locked up for seven hours that would be sweet. But after dinner I realize I will be locked up for another thirteen hours. That sucks! Now I am getting a huge woody. Damn! That’s the thing that got me into this whole mess in the first place. I go into a trance in my bound up state. And suddenly realize the doors are opening. The first seven hours just blew by.
Ryan: “Okay Riley are you ready for a short break?”
“Yes,” I tell him, “please let me out.”
“Okay,” he says, “ let me find the keys. Oh shit! where are they? I will be right back.”
Ryan is going somewhere to find the keys. Man it’s been about fifteen minutes.
Ryan returns and says: “Don’t get mad. I can’t find the keys. It’s going to take about an hour or more to saw the irons off.”
“Oh no,” I tell him, “Please go find them.”
“Psyche! I had them all the time. Let me get you out of this thing.” He fumbles with the locks. “Okay they’re off ; now stand up.”
I realize I can’t move.
“I read that this could happen,” he tells me. “You need someone to massage your muscles. I ‘ll get Brian. I bet that will put a tent in your pants.”
“No way,” I protest. “I like him. I will enjoy a massage. But not like that.”
“It’s okay if you like him that way,” Ryan tells me.
“I don’t,” I reply.
“Okay let me go get him."
Brian is brought into my cell and says: “Wow, Riley you look like you have been through hell.”
“I have.”
“I think Ryan likes you,” Brian says, “and that’s why he’s always picking you.”
“Really? I thought he hated me.”
“No,” Brian said, “Did you hear him bragging about how tough you are and how weak Tyler is?”
“I guess he was kind of bragging on me.”
“I have never massaged anyone before. What do I do?” Brian asks me.
“I don’t know, just rub my muscles.”
“Like this?” he asks, hurting me even more.
“No rub him in circular motions like this,” Say's Ryan..
“Okay. How’s that feel?”
“Awesome. Can you rub my lower back and shoulders? Then my legs so I will be able to get up.”
Brian asks, “Is that good?”
“Yeah, thanks Brian, “that’s enough.” I still have my rigid handcuffs on all this time.
Brian says: “Let’s go eat. I enjoy feeding you.” We go down to the first floor.
Tyler; is there. “Riley look at the picture on the wall,” he says. “You look pretty rad in that hogtie. Wish I could keep a copy of that picture.”
I tell him, “It looks a lot better than it feels. Wish I had a picture of you all chained up like you are.”
“Ha, ha. That’s so funny I forgot to laugh.”
Brian interjects: “You guy’s quit picking on each other.”
Ryan steps in and says: “Riley, you need to hurry up and eat. You have fifteen minutes. Then it’s back in the irons!”
“He’s such a mean bastard,” I tell the others, in a low voice.
Brian offers, “I wish I could kick him in the shins.”
“Don’t do anything stupid. They will just give you a longer sentence,” I tell Brian.
“That’s okay,” Brian offers, “I don’t want to leave until you do any way. I only have two years. You have three.”
I correct him and say, “Maybe three and a half years for spitting in Ryan’s face.”
“If I leave and you have a year and a half left that’s going to be to hard on you,” Brian tells me, feeding me the last of my dinner.
“I will be okay. Don’t do anything stupid, Brian.”
Ryan steps in just then, “Okay Riley-- times up.”
“No please let me have a little more time,” I beg him.
“Don’t tell me no,” Ryan yells, “Get up! You’re all chained up kid, and you can’t do anything but comply.”
I slowly get up. Ryan grabs me by my bicep and pinches hard as he drags me along tripping me on my short-chained leg irons.
“Don’t move so slow,” Ryan tells me, “Let’s get this done.” He drags me into my cell and throws me on my bed.
“Just put your hands and feet in the irons, Riley. If I have to get help you will be in these things for 24 hours!”
“Please don’t do this,” I plead. “I want to go home. I want to be with my mom.”
“Oh do you want you’re mommy? You’re not going to be with you’re mommy for three and a half years! You are a prisoner, Riley, do you understand? This is not a game any more. Do you want to put on a diaper? It’s going to be 13 hours.”
I’m actually crying now. “No I don’t want a diaper. I am not a baby. Please don’t leave-- stay here tonight. Don’t leave with the keys please!” I beg. “You could put a cot in my cell and sleep here. Please don’t leave me.” He makes me put the diaper on anyway.
“Oh, that’s heart breaking!” Ryan laughs. “ I almost don’t want to tell you but I am putting a pair solid irons on your elbows also! Hahahaha.”
“Please don’t be so mean; I know you like me.”
“This is how much I like you. See this padlock. It has a tubular lock. It takes a tubular key so it can’t be picked. It is chrome plated so it is very difficult to cut. This lock is not coming off until I come back,” Ryan tells me as he secures all of the rigid irons around my defenseless limbs.
“Please,” I beg some more, “don’t leave. I will be your friend.”
Ryan’s last words echo in my mind, “Oh that’s so sweet. Have a good night. I will be back in thirteen hours!”
The bastard!