Metalbond reader Louis sent in this information about a new way law enforcement can restrain a perp:
“The BolaWrap® is a hand-held remote restraint device that discharges an 8 foot bola style Kevlar® tether at 513 feet per second to entangle a subject at a range of 10-25 feet.”
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At Bound Gods: Duncan Black is locked up inside Kink Prison, tormented and fucked by Officer Maguire
Deep inside Kink Prison, Officer Connor Maguire brings in new inmate Duncan Black after chasing him down on the street. Duncan’s clothes are removed as Connor checks him for contraband. After inspecting the captive’s hole, Officer Maguire takes his cock out and shoves it in Duncan’s mouth before locking him up in his cell. As Duncan lays in his cell, Officer Maguire breaks in and tears a hole in Duncan’s pants, his ass ready for Connor’s hard cock. Duncan tries to scream for help, but Connor hand-gags him as he rails him from behind. The prisoner’s arms are bound to a giant block of wood as Connor pulls on Duncan’s nuts while giving him a taste of the flogger. Duncan’s screams get Connor horny again, so he lifts the prisoner’s legs in the air for one more fuck. Connor brings his prisoner to the ground, covering his face in cum before milking a load out of Duncan’s beautiful cock.
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In this episode, Officer Brian Bonds brings in Josh Mikael for masturbating in the park and indecent exposure. Brian asks his sarge, Dale Savage, what they should do with the habitual offender. They agree to ‘handle it,’ and the cops strip down to get their cocks sucked by Josh. Cuffed and on his knees, Josh does as his told and gags on both of the officers’ thick members. Brian wants a taste of cock himself and joins Josh on his knees to gulp down Dale’s fat cock. Now Dale wants some meat down his throat so he sinks down to devour Brian’s cock down to the balls. Brian sits back on the desk to let Josh bend over to suck his cock while he takes Dale’s fist from behind. Dale alternates each fist in and out of Josh’s hairy hole while he keeps his mouth full with Brian’s rod. Dale and Brian switch spots and now Brian is doing everything he can to stretch Josh’s ass to its absolute limits. With Dale’s cock down his throat, and Brian’s hand up his ass, Josh enjoys being spit-roasted by the cops. Taking it up a few notches, Brian and Dale get behind Josh to take turns alternating their fists into his ass. The cops test Josh’s limits when they each work one of their fists into his ass together, before punching him out vigorously. Josh switches on his back to continue letting his hole take a brutal beating from the fists. Josh grabs ahold of his cock and stokes it while Brian keeps his hand planted firmly in his hole until he shoots his jizz all over himself.
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After busting out his prisoner’s hole, officer Luka Sage wants to see how much his ass can take. The filthy ‘pig’ lets Josh Mikael undress him until he wraps his convict lips around Luka’s thick meat. Once Josh is done priming the front, he turns Luka around to bury his bearded face deep into his corrupt ass. After eating out the cop, Josh lubes up and works his hand deep into Luka’s hole. It doesn’t take long before Josh alternates fists while he stuffs the ‘pig.’ Luka takes every plunge from the criminal as he gets his hole punched deep. Luka wants the fists at a different angle and lays back on his desk with his legs in the air to let Josh stretch out his hole with both fists. The cop wants to cum and hops up to ride Josh’s fist until he jacks his load out all over the criminals forearm. With a spent cock and a busted hole, Luka locks Josh back in his cell.
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Title: FFPD – Fist Fuck Police Department
By Mister-X/Spartan
Harry noticed the police car up ahead. He checked his speedometer, and found that he was going a couple of miles per hour above the limit, but nothing that should cause a policeman to pull him over and issue him a ticket. The police car was driving well under the limit. So he kept going at his speed and soon had passed the police car.
Suddenly he saw red lights flashing in the mirror, so he pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. He was surprised to be pulled over. He pulled out his driver’s license to have at the ready.
The cop was at the side of the car, looking at him through his Ray Bans. What he saw was another punk dressed in tattered jeans and t-shirt. “Driver’s license.” Harry gave it to him, and the cop started inspecting it.
“Wait here.” The cop walked back to his car, taking Harry’s license with him. The cop was everything that Harry didn’t like, tight shirt and tie, arrogant look on his face and in his voice as he spoke to Harry. It took a few minutes before the cop was back.
“Do you know what the speed limit is here?”
“Yes. It’s 45.”
“I clocked you going 57.”
By Cuffsandcops
This past Friday, I visited a friend in Annapolis, Maryland. After grabbing some lunch, I set off to visit another friend in North Beach. He wasn’t arriving home from work for about an hour longer than the drive was going to take. I decided to pull over in a shopping plaza parking lot and open up the apps to see if there was anything interesting nearby. I threw out a couple of “woofs” after checking out some profiles. I don’t mind picless profiles. Sometimes you find some gems that don’t post pix for one reason or another. The wording in one particular profile caught my attention. Under the What I Do tab was the sentence, “I babysit society.”
My opening message was “I’m guessing you are fluent with handcuffs.” He responded with yes. I then asked if he wanted to lock up me and get serviced. He responded by saying he is a sub pig bottom. I came back with, “Can I lock you up and give you a load then?” I told him I had my own cuffs, but would prefer to take his off his belt off his body to lock him up. He said he didn’t keep his gear there. He stated that he liked boots and man scent. I told him I had boots with me and could use the underwear I had on all day yesterday to give him some scent. I also hadn’t showered.
By Cuffsandcops
This past weekend, I found myself near to where the Daddy Bear Cop lived. I had contacted him a few weeks ago to see if he was going to be in town and he told me he had plans to not be. I woke up and prepared to vacate my hotel and decided to check in with him just in case things had changed. He responded by saying he was in town and was at work. I texted back, “Let’s meet up. Cuff me and jail tour?” His response was an address and a question about how long it would take for me to get there. GPS told me it would be about 30 minutes. I offered to buy him lunch. He told me to come on by and park in the court parking lot across the street.
I got in my truck and followed the directions. Daddy Bear Cop told me to let him know when I was downstairs. I saw the police department on the right side of the street and parking lots on the left. The first one was gated and the second had signs all over designating the spots for specific court employees. I parked and texted to make sure that was where I should be and he told me it was. He asked if I was there and told me he was going to walk down. I made my way across the street and entered the police department lobby.
By lthr_jock
I sit there, no sounds except my breath in the gas mask and the squeaking of the rubber suit. I can feel my sweat running down my skin and pooling inside it. My arms are cramping painfully and my damn cock is still erect in front of me. I move my head blindly, trying to work out what is happening. When Bob speaks, he is so close to me that I jump and I can hear my breathing become more rapid.
“Less than 8 hours in and you’ve got to do 2 extra days already. Reckon you’ll be missing work on Monday.” I feel his gloved hand on my cock, which twitches with arousal. “And the way this cock is standing here, I reckon you’ll lose another day soon. Unless we do something about it.” Bob pauses. “Would you like me to do that, slave? Would you like me to do something to slow you down? It will cost you another three hours.” I pause and think. Three extra hours or the risk of another day. I nod eagerly. “Good slave. Stand up.”
I struggle to my feet, my arms still trapped behind me. I feel Bob’s hands around my balls and he pulls them as far away from my body as he can. I whimper into the gag, as I feel other hands secure a thick rubber strap around them, stretching them down and away from my body. I then feel another rubber strap secured tightly around the root of my cock. “There, slave, that should stop you from cumming quite so easily.” As Bob speaks, he gently slaps my cockhead, making my cock wave in front of me. I know he’s right, but the straps will also ensure my cock remains erect.
