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Copdar – Finally a City Cop
By Cuffsandcops
As evidenced by the catalogue of stories I’ve written, my success rate with getting random police officers to handcuff me is pretty high. The one agency that has alluded me is my city’s police department. I have asked many officers over the years and have always been met with a No. I was told once that if a second officer had been present it could have happened, but that’s the closest I’ve come.
Just before Christmas I went to grab some last minute gifts for my family at the local university’s sports shop. The students had been away from campus for a couple of weeks and the normally busy street the store is on was very quiet. I hadn’t been to that area in a while, so I walked around to see what businesses had come and gone. On the one corner, the university now had an office for their public safety department. I peeked in the window and saw a gentleman sitting behind the desk so I entered. I asked the uniform shirt wearing man if it would be possible to experience being cuffed. He replied that he would gladly if he had some. He was not wearing a duty belt and said there were no pairs of cuffs in the office. I thanked him for his time and set off to the sports shop after a few minutes of casual conversation.
Copdar – Grocery Store Guards
By Cuffsandcops
The grocery store at the bottom of the hill has become a gold mine for getting cuffed. I know it sounds strange, but it’s true. Over the summer I began noticing a security guard was posted up near the self-checkouts. He is a big dude, 6-foot-5, probably 300 pounds of thickness. He wore most of his gear on his vest and had a weapon on his hip. I tend to shop later in the evening when there aren’t many other customers.
One night as I entered the store I saw the guard looking at the case of donuts and baked goods. I approached him and asked what kind of cuffs he was carrying. He pulled a pair of black chain cuffs from the front of his vest. They didn’t look like Peerless or Smith and Wesson but were along those lines. I asked if I could experience being cuffed. He looked at me funny.
Hot Tumblr page: lthrcopat
I’m really into some of the AI-generated images depicting bondage and fetish gear. The pictures shown here are from the Tumblr page of @lthrcopat, who is now posting short videos. In this series from a while back, a bunch of hot law enforcement types are getting ready for the big M&S party — and they need to be properly restrained to attend!
If you still have Tumblr, click for @lthrcopat
Also check out @motorcop and @rubberizer92.
Note: I have a Tumblr page for @metalbondnyc as well, but there is no rhyme or reason to it — and sadly I am not able to send or receive messages there.
Executive Order
The men of Raging Stallion and MEN at PLAY are issuing an EXECUTIVE ORDER!
EXECUTIVE ORDER Film Synopsis:
Suited studs ensure that no load will go to waste as they suck and fuck everywhere, from a public restroom to an abandoned warehouse to the kitchen of a millionaire business tycoon.
It all begins in Episode 1, which debuts Friday, August 23, 2024, when a heated argument leads to hothead executive Braxton Cruz getting tossed into his swimming pool and flip-fucked by ripped pool boy Brogan.
During another encounter, aggravated custodian Bruce Jones is in the men’s room throwing hung entrepreneur Sir Peter to the ground and preparing to ride the businessman’s girthy bareback cock.
Elsewhere, a simulated break-in has the filthy rich Kit Corrigan on his knees while taking the hard cocks of camo-clad hunks Jarrod James and Greg Dixxon.
This all leads up to a creamy climax where in which financier Marco Napoli is held accountable for his massive debts while Roman Mercury, Morgxn Thicke, and Brody Meyer team up to spit-roast and double-penetrate him in the back room of their empty warehouse. After attempting to run from the trio of muscled fuckers, Marco Napoli is then treated to a second round of deep dickings as floodlights illuminate Marco. At the same time, the dangerous strangers take turns pounding out his hairy hole.
Pull out your finest suit and get Ready to Play!
First episode trailer here
Click for Men At Play
My Trip to Paris – Chapter 12
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 12: Employment Benefits
I think I mentioned that Mr. Patrick didn’t spend as much time at his job as the Colonel spent at his. Nothing close. In the afternoon he was usually to be found lying on the nine-foot couch, watching videos or having an early cocktail. 9555, the pretty young airhead, fetched him his drinks, and while that was happening I wasn’t given any chores in that part of the quarters.
But one day it was me that he summoned, and when I’d set his drink on the end table—or more precisely, on the little marble coaster that needed to be placed precisely at arm’s reach on the end table—he told me to “wait at the wall,” which meant standing at attention in my usual arms-behind-my-back posture. Half an hour passed before he finished with whatever he was doing on his phone. I was happy, just looking at the walls that enclosed me and the comfortable furniture that I was permitted to clean but never to sit on. Then his voice said, “Here.” His glass was on the coaster, with his phone beside it. “Suck me,” he said.
He opened his slacks and dropped them over his knees. He was being careful; he didn’t want to get a stain. I dropped in front of him, automatically loosening the collar of my uniform for the job ahead of me. “Stay in uniform,” he ordered. “And watch the teeth.”
My Trip to Paris – Chapter 03
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 3: Ideas Have Consequences
When I was a freshman in college I went through the kind of depression that kids sometimes have when they’re away from home for the first time. Finally I got myself out of bed and went to a counselor. He told me that depression is anger and the way to escape from being angry is to express your anger. Your anger is your truth, and you should release it. I listened, and since then I’d never been depressed. I’d lost some friends, but whatever. They weren’t real friends; they were just people who wanted to control me.
The same with Gordy. Call it disappointment, call it partnership envy, call it a frustrated dick—something was showing me that this guy was a control freak. It wasn’t the job of Colonel One and a Quarter Drinks to make me pay for tales of his partner, or monitor my alcohol consumption. I’d been drunk a thousand times before, and I’d managed to keep my car on the road.
But . . . on the other hand . . . . A thought occurred to me. Maybe I’d been too hard on him. Way too hard. Maybe this Patrick person wasn’t his one and only. That was a thought! Next time, I’d be nicer to the guy. Much nicer. And maybe he’d wear his uniform. It must be more interesting than he was letting on. I loved a man in uniform! But I wasn’t fooled by Gordy’s superman act. I knew how much civil servants made; I’d had enough trouble getting those dudes through escrow. And here was a guy who had to live in a fuckin prison! I’d have no trouble outbidding “Patrick.”
Dear Mr. Cop – Part 03
By Hunter Perez
John needed a plan where he could introduce himself to his neighbor without overtly addressing the pleas in the letters he received. He decided to fall back on a routine that he carried out for years – each summer, he would share the heirloom tomatoes that he grew in his backyard with his immediate neighbors. He figured this would not attract any unusual attention from the elderly folks who lived around him, as they became used to that annual routine and, thus, would not think it odd that he would suddenly choose to visit with the object with attention.
However, time and weather were not his allies. It rained heavily during the days he was off from work, which kept his blond neighbor inside and out of sight – but when the weather was bright and sunny, John was stuck doing double shifts that brought him home exhausted in the early hours of the day.