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Behind the back handcuff champ
T.J. is a tough fucker who likes to be tested and pushed in serious, long-term physical restraint. He recently visited the infamous Mountain Correctional Facility, and Zerotaf reports that T.J.’s total time with his hands locked behind his back was 30 hours 15 minutes! That blows my own personal record out of the way, as well as that of ToughBondageBottom.
The pictures below commemorate J.T.’s incarceration and cuff session:
I spoke with both Zerotaf and T.J. by phone shortly after the lockup had concluded. Zerotaf was impressed with T.J.’s stamina, and T.J. sounded none the worse for wear. Personally, I have a feeling that ToughBondageBottom will want to attempt to beat this record.
IMPORTANT SAFETY NOTE: Guys, if you ever attempt something extreme like this, be sure to use the “darbies” style cuffs (shown below), and not regular police cuffs because the darbies won’t cut into your wrists.
Rob aka Bearcuffs
I learned recently that Rob, known to many as “Bearcuffs,” passed away some months ago. The cause was cancer. Bearcuffs was a jovial man who was loved by many. He collected handcuffs and other restraints of all kinds, and over the years he locked up many men in his gear — including me. He was a kind soul, and he will be missed.
Night Walk to the Barracks
By CREUSS
Once more, it is a true story…
I have been a soldier for a couple of years. The army was the kind of life I always wanted to get, and I did not regret to leave everything of my previous life behind. As a matter of fact, I would say today we had some odd way to behave, compare to the life I have now, after I left the army. But in the past, it was not rare to have odd way to behave, and get punished for that…I won’t make any psychology right here, and will tell you what happened one day…
The officer decided I was to be punished.
Don’t ask why, I probably deserved it…He wanted to teach me a lesson. So I was to be ready at 8PM, standing at attention, just in front of my squad building.
After dinner by 6.30 PM, I get prepared. I was dressed in standard battledress. In the ’80s, they used to be plain green. Just before 8.00, I arrived on the spot, and stood at attention. I waited about 3 hours, not moving, and not seeing anybody. Of course some soldier mates were passing through, but no officer. I was getting tired and wondering if I won’t spend all night here.