01 - All Cuffed Up
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By Mark
Saturday, October 13th 2001 - 09:18:06 AM
Here's a good story I found on www.collegestories.com
All Cuffed Up
One of my fraternity brothers, Kenny, had a girlfriend who was a tad on the kinky side. She liked to be tied up, and rumor had it that she also liked the occasional spanking.
Anyway, one quarter, she asked Kenny if he would get some handcuffs. Being the adventuresome and oversexed guy he was, Kenny readily accepted the challenge. There was only one problem, Corvallis only has one store that sells such items, and they didn't have any handcuffs. However, Portland (Oregon), just a short hour’s drive to the north, had plenty of adult stores where he could secure some 'cuffs.
Around this time, the house had planned a rush event to a hockey game in Portland. So Kenny used to that opportunity to pick up the handcuffs. He picked them up before the game, and took them into the arena to show the rest of the brothers.
In our alcohol-numbed states, we all enjoyed taking turns locking each other in the cuffs, and generally laughing at ourselves. We continued laughing, that is, until it was Kenny's turn. He put the cuffs around his own wrists and locked them and, within minutes, he started screaming that he “COULDN'T FIND THE KEY!â€
Kenny whined for a few minutes trying to determine if one of us had taken the key, or whether he had lost it. All the while, his wrists remained locked together.
After stewing for some 10 minutes or so. This very nice looking girl, whom none of us knew, came up to us and asked which one of us was Kenny. We readily pointed out the hand-cuffed fool, and she handed him the key. Apparently, our house president, whom had slipped away a few minutes earlier to get some beer, had the key the whole time. He waited in the concourse until he found a good-looking girl who would be willing to take the key up to poor Kenny.
Our fun with the handcuffs was not over for the night, however. As soon as Kenny put two and two together, he came up with a plan of his own. Kenny stashed the key in his pocket, and secured his wrists in the handcuffs once again.
After a few minutes, our house President returned (with beer in hand) and Kenny asked him if he had seen the handcuff key. Our President looked a little shocked as he realized the girl he had asked to return the key must have not held up her end of the bargain. Kenny let him stew a few minutes before telling him the truth.
To this day, when the old brothers get together, Kenny and his handcuffs still elicit a good laugh.
--Oregon State University
Mark
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