By felon

I was “restrained” from writing sooner as I had to return to work. I still seek real-time prison action – hope you enjoy!

At the pull-off on RTE 19 in West Virginia, my captor stopped and left me restrained in the car while he made some purchases in a CVS. He returns as it begins to rain, I have the feeling I have been drugged, feeling sluggish but still aware of where I am, etc. My ears have been plugged, so it is difficult to hear him on the phone, he has a radio unit in the car but always uses the phone. We take off again and leave RTE 19 and proceed on a narrow road into the mountains. It is raining and getting dark.

We drive several miles and he pulls off the road. There is a narrow private gravel road with a chain and padlock blocking entrance. He gets out removes the chain and drive onto the road. We drive several miles on this deserted road and seem to be entering a farm, but very overgrown, and come up on a barn, a house, a concrete building sunk into a hill and a parking area with several pickups.

Out in the distance beyond the barn is what appears to be a target range for shooting. Strung between the buildings is camo netting to obscure views from above. He leaves me in the car, grabs my file folder, and the clear plastic bag with my ID, wallet and cash, but missing my car keys and apartment keys. I wonder where they are. He is gone into the building for several minutes, and then he returns with two other men — both in their late 60s and in black camo fatigues. All large built men, they open the door and I am removed and led into the building.

I am wearing my orange Wythe County prison garb and tennis shoes with no laces. The building is bright and clean. I am un-cuffed and my hands are lifted above my head and attached to a heavy chain. The leg irons remain. One of the men takes a penknife out of his pocket and proceeds to cut my orange uniform off. It is warm. My head has been shaved and I feel the intimidation of being naked in a room with three men. Then a younger man, who turns out to be a nephew of one of the men, comes in with a bucket and soap and sponge and proceeds to wash off the day’s sweat. He returns with a hose and washes off the soap with cold water. I am lowered, unchained and led into a concrete block room. No windows, it is clean with a bench and a bucket to piss in. The door slams shut and is locked. I am left there for at least an hour, and I can hear vehicles entering, car doors slamming, etc., then footsteps passing the door.

I sit down again and look up and realize a camera is imbedded in the corner of the ceiling. Finally the door opens and my original captor is there. He tells me to put my wrists together and he cuffs me again and leads me into another room. There is a table and three chairs, and I am pushed into a chair. My cuffs are padlocked onto a clamp embedded in the table. Then the other two men that I had seen earlier arrived in the room with file folders and a digital camera.

On the wall was a computer screen. One of the men indicated I have been taken there for the punishment phase of my confinement. He pulls out a flash drive, and I see a tow truck loading my car on a flatbed at the garage where I was picked up, the license plate removed and then the car was covered with a green tarp. After the truck drives off, This captor pulls out a paper bag and removes my license plate and lays it on the table.

“We have control of your car and it will be broken down and sold for parts if deemed necessary,” he says. Then he opens a file folder and removes several pieces of paper. I am told to review the information from the folder. It is basic stuff, name, address, job information, etc., and in addition there was a Power of Attorney Form, already signed by a “witness” and awaiting my signature. Things were getting serious, probably more serious than I expected, but I was trying to keep calm, of course they are trying to intimidate me, and guess what it was working. Needless to say these men meant business. this was not go be a two-hour play scene.

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Fear coupled with confusion began to surround me. Here I am in the woods of West Virginia, my car long since towed away, no ID, no money and completely at the mercy of this group of men.

The captor from home, along with three other men, now cram into the concrete block office while I am cuffed to a desk. The TV screen on the wall shows my car being placed on a flatbed, license plate removed and covered with a tarp.

The license plate is laid out on the desk in front of me. In addition there are several pieces of paper, all filled out and apparently awaiting my signature.

I am told these papers when signed give my consent for my captor to assume Power of Attorney, make all decisions, control finances, contracts, etc. The POA agreement is dated for today and is open-ended. The witnesses have already signed the document. My short three-day punishment session has been extended. One of the men behind me forcibly reinserts the worn leather ball gag before I even have a chance to respond. I was told this group of men is part of a larger group of men that meets quarterly, to administer punishment to men under their control.

He wasn’t saying anything I didn’t know or suspect already. I assumed something would happen, but was unsure of the result.

I will be taken into the “intake” room and prepped for the actions of the group. I have still not been in a cell. The men were all mature men ranging in age from approximately 60 to 75 years young.

Two of the men were armed. I was unlocked from the table and led into the next room. A small clean white painted concrete block room with a custom padded leather table, with restraints at the four corners. There the rest of the body hair was removed and the crotch hair removed, my right wrist was strapped down flat on an extension added on the table, and my wrist area reshaved. Then the younger nephew left the room and returned wit another man, a new face I had not seen. He was in hospital garb and proceeded to put in an epi plug on my right arm. When done, he injected the epi and sedated me. The reason? So he could tat my wrist with a small ID number and a special design. (More about that later). When I woke up I was still on the table with a cath inserted, a cath bag on my right leg and a plug up my ass. I was told I would be the first felon of the weekend and had been prepared for punishment. Heavy metal clamps were screwed together on both arms and legs, while a leather and metal posture collar was locked on my neck.

I was given some time to rest and recover from the sedation, as the men present enjoyed various liquid libations, they would stand over me and pour beer over my gaged mouth. Eventually I had swallowed enough that is proceeded to drain into the cath as I laid there.

I noted my arm was taped at the wrist, I haven’t seen the tat yet.

As these guys socialized in the room I found out the wrist tat was added so others not there would have a way to determine my name, vital information, etc., from their database. This was an organized group-obviously more than I expected. With what I had experienced so far thru laser, electronic etc., these men were well-versed in intimidation, and they enjoyed the process doing it! I also noted my right ankle and some sort of mark added just above were the metal band was locked. I had no idea of the time, the light was never off in the room, and I could hear noise outside the locked door. There was some kind of discussion going on…

 

I am always interested in hearing thoughts from kinky readers, and I will respond. It is so hard to find men in western PA into kinky metal long-term bondage — felon