Tag Archives: handcuffs

Clothed male naked male: Criminal Fraser is full of fight and spunk

Criminal Fraser is full of fight and spunk at CMNM Even after the officers wrestle him to the ground and yank his clothes off revealing his fit hairy body the young offender still talks back. Completely overpowered by the uniformed constables his cock and ass are given a full inspection. All the rough-housing soon shows as his skin blushes red and the masculine hunk sweats from the strain of being held down.

Criminal Fraser is full of fight and spunk at CMNM 02Criminal Fraser is full of fight and spunk at CMNM 03

To see more, click for CMNM

The Pit’s Grip – Part 19

Chapter 19: The Pit’s Lock

Nerve Breaks – Freedom Slips

By Restrained4U

The pit thrummed, red lights glinting off concrete walls still damp from Leo’s flood, Marcus’s biometric lock a silent warden sealing their fates.

Jamie slumped in his chair, latex uniform slick with sweat, patrol boots scuffed, exhaustion carving jagged lines into his wiry frame – yet a restless spark flickered in his shadowed glare. Marcus lounged, jeans taut, boots planted, chest bare and smooth where wax once clung, sipping his beer slow, kingly ease masking a coiled edge. Ryan sat rigid, leather vest creased, cap low over a cold smirk, leather pants scuffed – defiance simmering beneath the buzz of his last grind, leather creaking where tags once hung. Leo sprawled, chaps rasping against the steel Carrera cage, hair plastered flat, cane welts itching under damp skin, a twisted grin twitching faint through his defeat.

Jamie snatched the black velvet bag from Marcus’s casual toss – latex squeaking as his fingers closed around it, a hungry glint cutting through his fatigue. “My turn – let’s crank this twisted ride,” he rasped, voice raw and reckless, a hint of dark thrill lacing his words as he shook the bag once – clink of cards sharp in the air. He dipped in, fingers brushing a card, and pulled it free – the gold sheen flared under the red glow, sharp and undeniable.

Continue reading The Pit’s Grip – Part 19

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.

Continue reading Copdar – Finally a City Cop