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The Lock-In – Part 04

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By Cuffed Locked

It must have been late Sunday night or maybe it was Monday morning already. I could not be sure because I had no clock, nothing to track time. I had been chained by my neck to a solid ring bolted to the floor of my hot neighbor Caleb’s basement since Thursday night after work, and I was starting to get scared because I definitely had to be at work again Tuesday morning! I was trying to free myself from his “escape room,” which, thanks to his friend Derek and a pair of police handcuffs, was really turning into more of a bondage torture room.

Yes I was bound, securely, and I as more physically sore and mentally frustrated than ever. But something in the ache reminded me that no matter the punishment, I was here by choice. Not by mistake. No hint. Just a very secure chain. A heavy collar. And a combination padlock I was still trying to jail break. I was still fighting.

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Copdar – Third Ride’s a Charm

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By Cuffsandcops

Summer is very quickly concluding, so I texted the Sergeant I know from the Sheriff’s office to see if it would be possible to ride along at night. I have ridden twice with this Sergeant when he was a Deputy. You may remember him from previous stories Side Job Deputy and Ride Along with the Deputy from 2022. Both times, very little happened. I was hoping to experience more action and thought a weekend night could provide that. He responded that he knows the perfect guy for me to ride with who works 5pm to 3am and will set it up.

I asked if the perfect guy was him, knowing he doesn’t spend much time on the road since the promotion, and was told no. I then asked what made the guy he has in mind perfect for me. The Sergeant responded that the Deputy gets busy at work and asked if Saturday from 6pm to 12am would work. I said it would, provided my vehicle details, was reminded of the address of the station to meet the Deputy at, and given his name.

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Handcuffed in the locker room

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At CMNM.net, the hapless tennis coach is panicking as he stands fully exposed in the locker room with his hands cuffed behind his back. His reputation as a professional and pious married family man is on the line! What will people say if he’s marched buck naked out of this prestigious sports club with all its patrons watching and journalists taking pictures of the scandal?! There is a way for him to get out of this horrendously embarrassing situation, but it comes at a big price!

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The Lock-In – Part 02

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By Cuffed Locked

If you missed it, click for Part 1

My arm was going numb. I had been cranking for what felt like hours. Thirty seconds of spinning to earn maybe ten seconds of light. Long enough to try two combinations, maybe three, on the padlock securing my chain to the solid bolt in Caleb’s floor before the bulb overhead sputtered out and I was swallowed in darkness again. I’d started at 0000. I was somewhere around 0042 now. Forty-two combinations. It felt like nothing. It was nothing. And yet every few attempts meant another round of burning my shoulder, feeding that sad little generator like I was shoveling coal into a dying furnace.

And the second I stopped moving, the silence came rushing back in.

I was trapped in my neighbor’s basement, in a custom escape room that he challenged me to escape from with no safe word, no early outs. And no phone. No clock. No sunlight. I didn’t know if it was 3 a.m. or 9 a.m. I didn’t know if Caleb was upstairs, asleep, watching, or not even home. And somehow, that made it worse. When the light blinked on again, I caught my reflection in the metal face of the lock. My jaw was clenched. Sweat trickled down my chest.

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Bad Cop: Scene 3 with Hunter Marx and Damien Stone

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From TitanMen, here are shots from Scene 3 of Bad Cop. TitanMen Exclusive Hunter Marx and Damien Stone meet in the locker room after a long shift. Both are horny and hungry for each other. Hunter is soon swallowing all of Damien, before getting the favor returned. This locker room scene quickly heats up from here, and ends up in a flip-fucking good time!

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A trailer for Bad Cop: Scene 3 with Hunter Marx and Damien Stone is available here

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FFPD: The Fist Fuck Police Department

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Detective Tony Orlando is back in the precinct to interrogate Sherman Maus, who’s found himself in the crooked cop’s jurisdiction once again. The two strike up a deal to ‘take care of each other’ and Tony sinks to his knees to suck off the fugitive in cuffs. The deputy makes sure not to miss an inch of Sherman’s cock and balls before bending him over his desk to open his law-breaking hole with his tongue. With Sherman still bent over the detective’s desk, Tony begins to work his fingers into Sherman’s tight ass until his entire fist is gaping the criminal’s hole. Sherman spreads his ass cheeks apart to let Tony work his trigger finger in and out of his hole. Switching it up, Tony tells Sherman to lie back on his desk so he can fist punch his hole. Tony relentlessly drills his ‘long arm of the law’ deep into Sherman’s crack until Sherman pops out a thick rosebud for Tony to taste. Sherman needs to cum and gets up to squat down on Tony’s gloved fist. He rides the cop’s hand while jerking his thick cock until he spills his load out onto Tony’s hand. With Sherman’s hot cum in his hand, Tony bends him over one last time to shove the freshly shot load straight back into Sherman’s busted hole.

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Site: Club Inferno Dungeon

Actors: Tony Orlando, Sherman Maus

Title: FFPD – Fist Fuck Police Department

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The Fifth Man

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By Cuffed Locked

I didn’t expect to end up in chains. But thinking back, I probably should’ve seen it coming. It started a few weeks before with a lawnmower and a stupid joke that I took seriously.

My name is Nathan “Nate” Keller, and about a month back I was out cutting my front yard. It was one of those hot Saturday mornings where the sun bakes the sidewalk and you question all your life choices. That’s when Grant Mason, my neighbor, a hot firefighter, leaned over his porch railing with his usual beer in hand and said, “Hey Keller, when you’re done with yours, why don’t you do mine next?”

He said it like a joke. I laughed like it was one.

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