Prisoners know when they are being mistreated. The officers royally take the piss out of them and love seeing them damaged and abused. Weaker-willed lags kick off and perpetually add to their sentence but often know when to just roll into a ball and let the guards do whatever they like with them. They have all the tools and the power to humiliate this tough prisoner. Every day is a chance to dish out their sadistic fun.
See the video at Strip Search Hell
By lthr_jock
As I park my BMW in the quiet street, I’m feeling nervous. I don’t know what’s about to happen and I’m not used to this queasy roil in the pit of my empty stomach. I look up at the house I’m visiting and part of me wants to turn around and drive home – and it’s a big part. But I made a deal, and I don’t back out of deals. But this deal is such a tough one. I lean back in the leather seat and close my eyes. What was I thinking? How did I get myself into this stupid position? I think back to yesterday evening – it all started so normally.
I look at myself in the mirror before getting dressed to head out to Backstreet. I’m 40 now and while I’m not as fit as I was when I was 25, I’m still muscled and give the gym bunnies a run for their money when I hit the weights – which is most days. At 6ft2” I’m a natural top and I have the rugged face that comes from my Polish heritage. My black hair is greying and I keep it short – No 1 crop at the sides and longer on top. I have a thick moustache and neat goatee and am hairy most everywhere else. Everything about me screams “Top” which makes life very easy indeed as that’s the role I love to play. I grin as I imagine what everyone else at the bank would say if they saw what their manager gets up to in his free time. I run my hands through my hair, using some gel to spike it in place and then I get ready to head out.
By slavebladeboi
I expect you’ve known one at some time or other. Maybe you’ve even been one yourself, you know, the over eager, early twenty somethings who promise to be the best boy/sub/slave/bottom/pup you’ve ever had. They promise the earth then run away fast at the first sign of a flogger or two inches of cock entering either of their holes.
Well I’ve become a bit sceptical about all the queries and pleas for attention I get these days from boys who don’t bother to introduce themselves properly or get my interest from what they write. This one seemed different. His name was Will, twenty two, not gym fit but a healthy strong body and very eager to please. We agreed to meet after several weeks of emails and a couple of coffees at a local burger bar.
I guided him into the centre of my dungeon or playspace, the name depended on how horny or sadistic I was feeling at the time. He had about a foot of chain between his ankle cuffs and a decent blindfold so walking was difficult but not impossible.
You guys all know about the double-locking mechanism on police-issue cuffs, of course. Now, thanks to a brilliant idea from levis501sub, you can make handcuffs impossible for the prisoner to get out of even if he has a handcuff key! The trick, as described on this guy’s Tumble page, is to disable the double locking mechanism using zip ties or padlocks. For the padlock version, he carefully enlarged the double-locking hole with a metal drill, and after the double lock is engaged he adds the padlocks. VERY clever!
See much more detailed information — and lots more handcuff pictures and ideas — at levis501sub’s Tumblr page, located here.
