By Inmate 8001

In this article, I recount my three-day experience as an inmate in Franklin County Historic Jail. My aim is to provide readers with a glimpse into life inside the facility. During my stay, I met some incredibly friendly individuals and engaged in various exciting activities and roleplaying. At the same time, I was also challenged by the loneliness and boredom within my cell. Every morning, as I sat alone on my bunk, watching the sky shift from darkness to light, I repeatedly prayed that for the next second, there will be the sound of footsteps and the commanding voice of a guard calling out, “On your feet, inmates!”

As someone who is into various kinks, including bondage, roleplay, uniforms, and humiliation, I’ve spent a considerable amount of time searching online for related information to satisfy my desires. It was roughly two years ago when I discovered Mark and his website, MenInChains. The jail roleplay sessions they hosted immediately piqued my interest, and it soon became a fantasy of mine to experience it myself. Due to my busy schedule and lack of courage, I never had the chance to make it come true. That’s why I couldn’t resist the allure of this experience when I stumbled upon an available session at the Franklin County Jail in February.

Fueled by arousal, I impulsively sent an email to apply for a spot as an inmate. As I stared at the sent email that night, I couldn’t believe what I had just done, but all I could do for the time being was wait.

After a few days, Mark responded, confirming the availability of the February event and requesting that I pay a deposit to secure my spot if I was truly committed to participating. After a great deal of internal debate, I made the decision to move forward and sent the deposit. When I received the final confirmation email from Mark, I slumped back in my chair, feeling utterly exhausted from the emotional and mental strain of the decision-making process.

Time seemed to fly by quickly, and soon it was the night before my departure. I tried to get to bed early to ensure that I had enough energy to deal with whatever might happen the next day. Unfortunately, sleep eluded me, and I found myself on the verge of a panic attack. I was incredibly nervous, to the point where I could hear the sound of my own heart beating loudly and quickly. Doubt began to seep in, and I questioned myself. Did I really know what I was doing? Was I crazy for flying halfway across the country to be put in jail? Could I really trust these people, given that we had only chatted online a few times? Perhaps I wasn’t ready, and I should just cancel and wait for another opportunity.

Taking several deep breaths, I tried my best to calm myself down. I reminded myself that it was just a weekend and that I would regret it if I didn’t take this chance. I reassured myself that everything would be okay, even though my mind was full of conflicting thoughts. Eventually, exhaustion overtook me, and I fell into an unconscious slumber.

Fortunately, my travel plans went smoothly the next day. There wasn’t much traffic on my way to the airport, and my flights were on time. Before I knew it, I was in a car headed to the jail from DSM. As we got closer to the destination, my heart began to beat faster once again. Everything felt so real now, and it was too late for me to back out.

Earlier, I had spoken with Officer Pitbull, one of the guards for the event, via Tumblr, and shared my fantasy of being a police officer who gets arrested and thrown into jail while in uniform for drunk driving on duty. But at this moment, I wasn’t sure if they could make it happen. If they could, what would it be like? These uncertainties were driving me crazy. I couldn’t really decide whether I wanted to arrive at the jail quickly to find out what would happen or more slowly to have more time to prepare myself.

So, I finally made it to the Franklin County Historic Jail, where Officer Reily and Officer Pitbull quickly came out and greeted me. I noticed that they hadn’t put on uniforms yet, which was a relief because it meant the roleplay hadn’t started. Officer Pitbull showed me inside and filled me in on their plan. They had a police uniform ready for me. He even offered up his car for me to take for a spin, so I could really get into character and feel like a bona fide cop while they put the finishing touches on everything. I agreed with this plan and then they took my original clothes and help me get into the uniform.

Officer Pitbull handed me his car key and grinned while looking at me. “Are you ready for this?” he asked.

I took a deep breath and replied, “Yes, I think so.”

“Good! Now get in the car, drive around for about 5 minutes. When you get back, we will officially get started,” he said.

As I walked toward the car, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Sitting in the driver’s seat, I put on the police cap and rolled down the window. As I drove around, I started to feel the power of being a cop, even if it was just a roleplay.

After a few minutes, I returned to the jail, where I was met by Officer Doppels, who was already in his sheriff uniform. It was clear the roleplay had begun. He greeted me and asked, “Welcome back, officer. How was the ride?”

Taking a deep breath, I replied in my best cop voice, “All good, officer. Just a regular patrol. Everything looks shipshape in the town.”

We chatted for about one minute before Officer Pitbull emerged from the jail, also dressed in a dark green sheriff uniform. He strode over to me and fixed me with a steely gaze. “Do you have anything to tell me, son?” he barked in a deep, commanding voice.

I was taken aback by the forcefulness of his tone, but I tried to stay in character. “I’m not sure what you mean, Sir,” I replied, trying to sound confident and collected.

“Really? Nothing to say about what happened three nights ago? Do you think we wouldn’t find out?” Officer Pitbull’s voice was like steel, and I could feel Officer Doppels silently creeping up behind me. My heart raced with fear as I struggled to keep up the charade.

In a panic, I stammered, “I — it was an accident, Sir.” But before I could say anything more, the officers each took hold of one of my hands and pushed me up against the car. I could feel the cold metal against my skin.

“There are no accidents when you’re a police officer! What were you thinking? Drinking and driving while on duty?” His words were like a knife to my gut, and I could barely muster a response.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I managed to say something out, feeling small and ashamed under the weight of their accusing stares.

“You’ve made a grave mistake, and you’re going to pay for it. You’re officially suspended, and you’ve lost all privileges as a police officer. You’re under arrest, and we’re going to cuff you. Do you understand?” Officer Pitbull’s voice was cold and unforgiving, and I knew there was no going back.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt a firm hand take hold of my right arm and pull it behind my back, securing it in a tight cuff. Then came my left arm. I was completely powerless.

Officer Doppels grabbed my collar from behind and forced me to face Officer Pitbull, who looked down at me with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

“I’m very disappointed in you, son,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Now, Officer Doppels, take him back to the jail.”

I was completely under Officer Doppels’ control as he used one hand to hold my collar and the other to secure my arm. Officer Doppels’ grip on my collar tightened, and I could feel the pressure on my throat as he led me back into the building. I attempted to reason with him, “Come on, officer, take it easy. I used to be a cop too. No need to be so rough.”

But his response was anything but gentle. “You are a bad cop! A dirty cop! You are the kind of people I hated the most! You deserve to be treated like scum.”

Before I knew it, Officer Pitbull had opened the gate to the holding cell, and Officer Doppels shoved me inside, the gate clanging shut behind me. And I stood there, a convicted cop in cuffs, all alone in a cell, surrounded by cold walls.

Metal would like to thank Inmate 8001 for this story and welcome him to the Prison Library!