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60 Hours – Part 04

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By Inmate 220418

Sunday – Day 3

I slept even worse that night, I woke up to the sound of a guard coming into the block shining his light, they must have done their rounds that night. Waking up and not knowing what time it was isn’t an easy thing to adapt to, I tried to look out the window to see if I could see any sunlight but at last there was nothing. The bars on the cell cast a nice shadow against the wall, something so photogenic and calming really painted a beautiful picture.

Eventually, the courtesy lights came on and that was the sign that it was morning, I got up as I did the past two days without making my bed. The same guard who did the morning check the past two mornings comes in, “good morning inmate” with a look of disgust, knowing he was a part of the brawl last night, “how did you sleep?” “I slept fine” I replied, “great” drop your sheets on the group, fold your blanket, and be ready for breakfast soon.

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60 Hours – Part 03

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By Inmate 220418

Saturday – Day 2

I wake up as the courtesy lights come on, still not fully illuminated my cell but enough that I could get a better look around my cell, not that much has changed. I continued to journal while the guards made their rounds, it was relatively an uneventful morning. While they were doing their morning checks, I heard some commotion outside my block, but wasn’t able to distinguish who was fighting.

Eventually we were rounded up and got in line for breakfast, the same as the day before, lined up against the wall, waiting until your turn to approach the guard, “Sir inmate 220418 requesting permission to cross the red line Sir.” I said to the guard in the doorway leading to the chow hall, and waited for the metal tray containing our meal. French toast, sausage, tater tots, and the same shit coffee as the day before.

I know my phone check is coming up soon, so I’m preparing what I’m going to check, being that I only get a limited time, I’m thinking of what I’d missed from Friday to Saturday morning. Upon being cuffed, I’m taken to the same visitation room to do my phone check. I ended up face-timing a friend of mine and checking in with him, he’s asking how my experience is going. Hearing his talk was a nice break from this experience, given that I’d been locked up for 32 hours at this point.

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60 Hours – Part 02

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By Inmate 220418

Friday – Day 1

I wake up as they turn on the courtesy lights and I know guards are making their way around to perform their morning wellness checks. I get up to try and get ready so I’m not completely caught with my pants down. Upon the guards coming in the block, they tell me to stand at the back of my cell. I’m standing there while two guards approach my cell door “Good morning inmate, how did you sleep?” I responded in a half-awake state “I slept okay, Sir.” I’m then instructed to get ready for the day and to make my bed. We spent a good amount of time in our cells, I wondered as best as I could in the small cell. I counted 10 steps long by seven steps wide, the ceiling was just out of reach.

After the guards complete their rounds, two additional guards bring three trays out and set them on the metal table in our block. We were asked if we wanted coffee or OJ, and immediately said “Coffee please!” Their response, “okay” as if I was in for something unpleasant. After setting the trays down and filling up our mugs, the guards leave the block and our cell doors open. We leave our cells and I get good luck at my fellow block mates. We all sat down and began eating our breakfast, a bacon egg and cheese, strawberries, and some yogurt. As for the coffee, some of the most bland and flavorless coffee I’ve ever tasted, it tasted as if they reused old coffee beans from the guards breakfast. We ate as much as we could before the guards came back to our block, “stand up against the wall inmates.” Upon doing so, the guards came in and took the rest of our trays.

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60 Hours – Part 01

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By Inmate 220418

A raw look inside the walls of a jail roleplay experience. This is a retelling of 60 hours being locked up at Facility 22 (jailevents.com). This is a personal account of my first F22 experience, written mostly in real time with light edits for readability.

All interactions took place within a consensual, roleplay-driven environment, and many moments reflect in-character behavior and reactions.

Names and identifying details have been changed or omitted for privacy. This is my perspective of the experience, and others may have experienced things differently.

Thursday – Day 0

Holy Fuck, what did I get myself into? Walking into this experience was already an emotional rollercoaster. Having gone straight from work, catching a flight, then driving two hours, I never really had a moment to really prepare myself. I journal with what little light I have to get my emotions under control. This clearly isn’t for the weak…

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Mercy’s Edge: The Gift

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By Restrained4U

The living room of the house was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of candles and the warm light from the fireplace. Alex knelt naked on the thick rug, heart racing with nervous excitement. His Sir, Marcus, stood before him, tall and utterly composed, radiating the kind of calm dominance that made Alex’s skin tingle without a single word.

Marcus was dressed for control. Tight, black leather pants hugged every line of his powerful thighs and calves, the supple material stretched taut across his hips and groin, outlining the thick, unmistakable bulge of his manhood with deliberate, unapologetic clarity. Each subtle shift of his weight made the leather creak softly, a low reminder of the power contained beneath. Polished leather patrol boots rose to mid-calf, heavy soles planted wide and sure on the hardwood floor, the kind of boots that announced every step long before he arrived. Across his broad, bare chest ran a simple black leather harness, wide straps crossing over his pecs and buckling at the shoulders and sternum, framing the hard planes of muscle and the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the low waistband of his pants. The harness gleamed faintly in the firelight, accentuating the controlled strength of his torso and the way his arms hung relaxed yet ready at his sides.

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Bondage Transportation Service – Part 03

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By PupMax

My and Tom’s struggle in rope bondage and latex had only just begun as the employees would start their workday and keep the business running for the rest of the day. Each breath into the gas mask filter stuffed with dirty gym socks, jockstraps, and poppers kept my cock straining and leaking into the catsuit; the earbuds switched over to pre-recorded mantras and phrases that pushed my and Tom’s minds deep into sub space. Our struggles would weaken and strengthen over time just the way we had been trained by Bill and George in the gym; being pushed to our limits and then coming back to struggle, buck, beg, and moan into our dirty sock and tape gags.

This would go on for over four hours before being given a short break. Bill and George lowered us to the ground and removed the gas mask, hood and tape gags. We had water bottles pushed into our mouths and were ordered to drink the entire bottle quickly, the feeling of the cold water rushing down my throat and into my stomach was a welcome feeling after struggling for so long. This was cut short with a brand-new pair of dirty gym socks stuffed into my mouth and taped back up; my gagged protest fell on deaf ears as the latex hood and gas mask were sealed back over my head, turning me once again into a faceless and struggling latex gimp.

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Jayson’s Nightmare – Part 02

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By Forced Chastity Lover

Jayson stared across the room at the two mirrors, which were set up to ensure he got a clear view of his entire body.

Staring back at him was a very muscular and impressive body affixed to the wall with straps at the biceps, wrists, pecs, hips, thighs, and ankles.  A thick collar around the neck was also attached to the wall.  His chest, normally covered in hair, was hairless.  In the middle of the chest, there were two shiny medal disks with the tips of his nipples sticking out.  If he looked closely, he would notice the disks were carved with intricate patterns.  His eyes continued down the image until it came to the root of his cock, which was also hairless.  Just above that, in big, bold black box letters, was the word “FAG.”  His eyes continued down to where his cock was enclosed by a bright, shiny silver tube with intricate carvings on it.  While he couldn’t see them, he knew there were two bars through his cock attached to the tube.  And they had been permanently welded on.

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The Upper Peninsula

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By MetalbondNYC

I should have been more careful when I went to meet this guy Derek I only knew from online. We had connected about a year and a half earlier on a handcuff collectors message board. I started there as a lurker, reading about Peerless cuffs, the way Smith & Wessons double lock, and modern versions of old prison-issue restraints. Eventually I began posting a few photos of the modern cuffs I had bought online, nothing too personal, just safe questions about lock mechanisms and chain weights. Derek — posting under the handle AlphaLock — always stood out.

His replies were detailed and confident, full of practical knowledge about how a particular cuff’s pin felt under tension or how the number of chain links changed the entire experience. After he commented on one of my pictures, calling it “solid but tame,” we moved to direct messages. What began as technical talk about hardware slowly drifted into deeper conversations. Against my better judgment, about six months in, I shared a couple of fantasies — nothing explicit, just the quiet admission that I often thought about being in long-term locking metal restraints myself, the kind of situation that lasted days instead of minutes or hours, where the locks are genuinely inescapable and control is handed over completely.

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