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Ride Along as a Prisoner – Part 2

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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!)

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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!

 

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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

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Ride Along as a Prisoner – Part 1

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Ride Along as a Prisoner Part 1 – Riding in the Prison Wagon

By asiancuffs

15 Aug 2017

After lots of efforts, I finally can convinced two of my police friends (non-fetish) to ride along with them for a prisoner transfer assignment with me as a PRISONER. Below is an account of the short five-hour trip, and I try to make it short and brief. I am including some pictures to go along with the script, some of which were taken by me and some are just for illustration only.

I am not an “official” passenger on this ride, so we need to do some extra arrangements to put me in the picture. They are stationed in a big city “G” with population of 14 million. The assignment is to pick up an arrested person from city “F” to G. The person was arrested because of a civil case and needed to be transfered to G to testify. If he is involved in a criminal case, the escort level will be higher and we will not be able to do this. Although the distance between the two cities is only 140 km, each way may take more than two hours as the city traffic is always busy before the vehicle can get onto the highway.

On a hot sunny morning in August, I arrive G in the morning and checked in hotel. I left my backpack in the hotel and went out with only some cash and my mobile phone to the police station, where they are on duty. We met for lunch around noon, and I was excited already when I saw them come into the restaurant in uniform. After lunch we walked back to the station and they pointed a vehicle to me, a prisoner transport wagon and told me that we will be using this later. They then gave me instructions to wait for them half an hour later at a designated location, which is 10 minutes away by foot. Then they went back into the station to get ready for their assignment. I walked around the wagon and took a few pictures of it. Prisoner will be sat at the rear with a steel sliding gate securing the back door. The prisoner compartment is separated from the drivers with steel bars.

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During the walk to the meeting point, I was very excited already just to think about sitting in the back of the vehicle. I stood there and wait and when the time came, I saw the vehicle approaching with the two cops sitting in the front. They pulled the vehicle beside me and one came out with a set of prisoner transport restraints, which is a pair of handcuffs connected to leg shackles with a chain. He told me to give them my phone and start putting the restraints on me. There are some people walked by and they just looked at us and kept walking.

The reason why they need to do this away from the station is that I am not an “official” passenger. After my hands are cuffed and feet shackled, I have to climb into the wagon from the back door. The chains of the shackles are not long enough for me to climb up in one step even I lifted the chain to the extent. He then helped me by giving me a lift and finally I am inside the prisoner compartment. He sat me on the bench seat and took out a pair of handcuffs to cuff my shackle chain onto the steel bar underneath the seat bench. Now I am totally secured and ready for transport. He slides the gate closed and after the click of the gate is locked, I feel I am 100 percent prisoner.

 

To be continued …

Metal would like to thank the author, asiancuffs, for this true story!

 

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Chronicles of a Slave Trader – Chapter 02

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The slave that was once Stevie has been in the pod for 24 hours. Twelve of those hours were spent forcibly walking, jogging and running. It’s now sitting on the floor of the pod, sobbing uncontrollably, shivering from exhaustion, sitting in a puddle of piss having just lost control of its bladder, again. Too tired even to touch its now rampant, 7-inch, Viagra-induced hard-on. All it wants to do is sleep.

The odour inside the pod is intense. There’s a thick oily film all over the slave’s body, reeking of boi-funk. The body aroma mixed with the stale piss, is intoxicating and shows how comprehensively the slave has suffered over the last 24 hours.

Its balls are bruised from perpetually slamming into the heavy padlock hanging behind its genitalia. Deprived of sleep and totally depleted, it should now be completely compliant and easy to instruct. At least until it starts to recover.

I know from experience that the new acquisition will pass out from fatigue in short order. As soon as that happens, I’ll drag it from the pod and get it cleaned up, ready for Stage 2.

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