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Ride Along as a Prisoner – Part 3
Ride Along as a Prisoner Part 3 – Service Area
By asiancuffs
15 Aug 2017
After about 30 minutes drive on the highway (I can keep track of the time as there is a digital clock above the rear-view mirror in the driver’s compartment), the wagon pulled into the service area. They parked the vehicle at one end and I noticed that the washroom is at the other end of the area, about 300 feet away. The reason why they did not park closer to the washroom is what we pre-arranged to have as much public explosure as possible. If this is a real operation, they will take the most direct, closest and most efficient steps on every move. We can have this arrangement of marching through the shops as they know I am a 100 percent “safe” prisoner.
After they parked the wagon, they both get out from the driver’s seat and unlocked the back door, followed by the sliding gate. One of them jumped onto the prisoner compartment and unlocked the handcuffs that connect my shackle chain to the steel seat bar. He lifted me up by my armpit, and both of them helped me to get down to the ground from the wagon as the shackle chain is not long enough for me to reach the ground. They locked back the rear door and with one on each side holding me by my armpit, they marched me to the washroom. Uniform police, in an escort formation, holding one guy in the middle, clanking of chains, all these immediately draw attention from the people in the rest area. I tried to act and walk like a prisoner by lowering my head, but in fact my sight was always observing other people’s reaction.
When there are people walking toward us, most of them hold their step and move to the side a bit to give way for us to pass them before they continue their walk. With three of us standing alongside, we almost occupied two-thirds of the pathway, so people have to give way to us. When we walked past these people, most of them looked at this prisoner, some even chatting in low voice with their company about this prisoner. Finally we reached the washroom and after we walked inside, there are a few people inside already, some pissing, some washing hands. They all have a shocked expression when they see us coming in. The officers pointed one urinal to me and I start unzipping my pants while they turn around with their back facing me for me to do my job. Actually I don’t need to piss but tried to squeeze a few drops out. After I finished, I was instructed to walk to the wash basin to wash my hands. Then they escorted me out in the same manner, walking back to the wagon. When we walked by a convenience shop, one officer went inside to get some bottled water and I was given one bottle.
When we reached the wagon, they helped me climb up again and the handcuffs were attached back to the shackle chain. I was back to the same transport positon except I have a bottle of water in my hand now. They started the engine and we drove back onto the highway heading to city F.
To be continued …
Metal would like to thank the author, asiancuffs, for this true story!
Big hot leather cigar daddy
For the Italian leather stallion leather Big Wolf, his cigar is like a second cock. Before he fucks guys with his horny giant piston, he insists they indulge in the burning part between his lips. Here comes the Scottish fuckpig Axl Black. When the master in his sharp leather outfit ignites the cigar and contemptuously blows out the smoke, the slave is immediately aware of what kind of guy he’s got: tough, relentless. And the smoke taste always stays in the mouth, no matter if he rams his cock in the throat of the little pig, or if the horny sweaty armpits are licked clean, or the slave spits into the snout. The greedy Scot looks into the embers and knows that he is now only property. He has never been so horny.
Title of this shoot: Leather Big Wolf vs Axl Black
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Keywords: leather, daddy, hairy, smoking, domination, tattoos, licking, nipples, armpits, sucking, cigars
Models in this shoot: Leather Big Wolf, Axl Black
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Here is a German Description (apologies for any grammatical errors):
Seine Zigarre ist f¸r den italienischen Lederhengst Leather Big Wolf wie ein zweiter Schwanz. Bevor er den Jungs mit seinem geilen Riesenkolben reihenweise die ƒrsche kaputt fickt, macht er sie mit dem brennenden Teil zwischen seinen Lippen erstmal so richtig l‰ufig. Keiner ist ihm dabei so hˆrig wie die schottische Glatzensau Axl. Wenn sich der Master in seiner scharfen Ledermontur die Zigarre anz¸ndet und ver‰chtlich den Rauch ausbl‰st, wird dem Sklaven sofort bewusst, an was f¸r eine Sorte Kerl er geraten ist: knallhart, unerbittlich, dauergeil. Und das qualmende Teil bleibt immer in der Fresse, egal ob er der kleinen Drecksau den Fickpr¸gel in den Hals rammt, sich die geilen verschwitzten Achseln sauber lecken l‰sst, oder dem Sklaven ins Maul rotzt. Der gierige Schotte blickt in die Glut und weifl, dass er aus der Nummer nicht mehr rauskommt, dass er jetzt nur noch Eigentum ist. Er war noch nie so geil.
This Friday in NYC: Eggplant
Eggplant Thanksgiving weekend!
Friday, November 24, at 10 pm at Rockbar, 185 Christopher Street, at the West Side Highway.
Squeeze into something sexy and make some trouble with us. All gear encouraged. Think: big bad-ass boots, full rubber encasement, football pads, leather aprons, rugby kit, Langlitz and Wescos, harnesses and jocks. Breeches & Leather Uniforms very much appreciated. Whatever turns you on.
Admission is $2 for people in gear and $5 for people in street clothes. Check your clothes at the bar. Dress hard.
Hosted by Justin Hoffman + Syluss
Pornographic videotapes and sleazy backroom grooves and tomfoolery by Dave Hughes.
Details here
Spank him before you fuck him
Ride Along as a Prisoner – Part 2
Ride Along as a Prisoner Part 2 – On the Road
By asiancuffs
15 Aug 2017
The sound of the wagon’s engine starting brought me back to real life from my imagined prison life. The vehicle started moving from a side street to the busy streets of G. The sitting benches in the prisoner compartment were set sideways as compared to the driver’s seat. When I looked up at the window on the opposite side, I saw a blured reflected image of me on the opposite glass window. I raised my hands a bit and felt the tension of the connecting chains through my handcuffs. I stretched my legs, and I felt them restricted by the shackles. Everything is real, so real. I looked to the front, the two cops focused on driving, and as agreed with my friends they will treat me like a prisoner for the whole trip, there will be no dialogue between us except the official instructions given by them.
The vehicle hit the main roads, and traffic was really slow moving. I started to look out of the window and saw other vehicles moving slowly alongside. It is very normal that when one sees a prison wagon on the road with one guy sitting in the prisoner compartment, one will always check that out for more details. I have eye contacts with a few people in the passing by vehicles. Then I decide to take one step further. I put my cuffed hands onto the rail bar protecting the window, and in this position people in other vehicles can see I am in handcuffs. After a few observations of my “Handcuff Show,” I noticed that most people are curious to know a person in custody. If the vehicle has only the driver, he will take a few looks and then focus back onto the road. If there are other passengers, they will tell the driver or any other passenger in the vehicle about a handcuffed convict sitting in the wagon beside their vehicle. A few even use their mobile phone to take pictures of this handcuffed man. (I really want those pictures if I can find the photographers!)
After about 20 minutes in the city traffic, we finally reached the highway entrance and are heading to city F. The journey on the highway will take slightly more than an hour. I sat calmly in the prisoner compartment looking at my reflected inmage on the window. The trip is supposed to be simple and straightforward, but we have arranged a stop at the “service station” which is similar to a “rest area” in the US Interstate except other than the washroom, the service area also has gas station, fast food shops and convenience store. There will be a washroom break (which I don’t really need). I will be marched through the service facilities in handcuffs and shackles escorted by two uniformed police officers, where I will be just a few feet away from other people in the service area.
To be continued …
Metal would like to thank the author, asiancuffs, for this true story!
5-digit padlock around his nuts
Here are a few more pictures from a while back, from slave Mike:
slave Mike writes:
“I have bought a 5-digit lock. It’s a great feeling to wear it. 100 000 combinations! It’s hardened steel and impossible to escape from without the code. I really have tried but no way! I want this very serious with strict discipline, no mercy! The only way for me to get free is to try all the combinations. If I try as much as 300 combinations every day, it will take me a year to get free! And if I try all combinations and don’t get free, I have obviously missed some code, and I have to start from the beginning again!! It would be the ultimate hell to be forced to start again, but no mercy! If I had to start from the beginning after almost a year, it would make me completely mad and insane. But no mercy, just start from the beginning again!”
You can e-mail slave Mike at:
mike_stockholm@hotmail.com
