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Cop Fantasy 2: My First Full Jail/Arrest Roleplay With a Real Corrections Officer

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By handcuffcop

I’d had a cop uniform and handcuff fantasy for years. I spent forever scrolling Recon, and a lot of the cops on there don’t post face pics. I tried messaging a bunch of them and got nowhere, no idea why, and it drove me nuts. Then I matched with a grandpa born in 1953 who turned out to be a prison guard and parole officer. If one of his juvenile parolees stopped following the rules, he was the guy who cuffed them and took them back to jail. I said you send kids to the jail, and he said no I didn’t send them to jail, they sent them to jail. Fair enough, to some extent.

Getting him to meet up was a whole process. We finally agreed on a McDonald’s in Somerville, and he honestly did not look like a cop. Skinny little old man in a leather jacket who showed up on a motorcycle. We didn’t even order food, just sat and talked. Eventually we talked about some topics: handcuff obsession, his job and jail. Then he pulled a pair of leg shackles out of his jacket and dropped them on the table like it was nothing and threatened to put them on me. I’d only ever owned handcuffs, never shackles at that time. I turned bright red and begged him to put them away because I was scared someone would see, lol. Meanwhile I was dying to be cuffed.

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Cop Fantasy 1: My First Time Visiting a Police Station — and Trying on Leg Irons

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By handcuffcop

I honestly don’t know where to start with this story.

I’ve been fascinated by police officers for as long as I can remember. Whenever I saw someone in a police uniform, I’d get this weird little rush. Part of me always wanted to walk up and touch the uniform, just to feel what it was actually like and imagine what it would be like to wear one myself.

I know a lot of people are fascinated by cops because of the guns, batons, authority, and all that. For me, though, it has always been the handcuffs.

There’s just something about being handcuffed by a police officer that I’ve always found incredibly exciting. Unfortunately, I never really had a chance to experience it.

Then I went to Massachusetts for school.

The campus police officers there were pretty attractive, and of course I was fascinated by their uniforms. The problem was that most of them seemed to carry only their sidearms, and you usually couldn’t even see handcuffs on their belts.

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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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The Shackles of Curiosity – Part 02

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By Peter B. and Art Intelli

A Note from the Author:

This story was originally meant to be a “One Off”, but I received several messages encouraging me to continue this scenario, so here you go… (I hope you enjoy!)

The Walk Home

The city had never felt so loud.

Peter had managed to pull his trench coat up over his shoulders, so that he could wear it like a cape.  He would have been totally fucked if the damn Argento had actually cuffed his hand behind his back as he had said he would.  At the time, Peter was disaapointed.  Now he was elated. But even as it was, the manacles were not really covered beneath his coat when it flapped open, and they glistened like mirrored bracelets. He hid in the wings until it sounded like everyone had gone home, and then he left the theater under cover of night, the cool metal around his ankles clinked softly with each step, echoing off alley walls and empty sidewalks. A few passersby cast him strange looks, but no one stopped. In a city like this, you could walk down the street in chains and people would still pretend not to see.

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Eagle Grove Steelworks – Part 04

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By Atlanta Stud

Note from Metal: This is a continuation of a story from a while back. To start at the beginning, click here

It was nearing the time they needed to pack up the Wrangler and head back to Eagle Grove when they returned to the cabin.  Jacob was guided to a wooden chair as Seth fished out the transport set and swiftly locked the on the leg shackles.  He saw a puzzled look on Jacob’s face.

“I’m getting you ready for transport, prisoner Hawkins.  Stand up and turn around so I can remove the Peerless cuffs and lock on the transport cuffs.  Excellent, you’re such a good prisoner.”

“Hang tight and I’ll grab the gear and load up the Jeep.”

“You know, if you un-cuff me, I can give you a hand, dude.”

“No can do, prisoner Hawkins.  You’re an escape risk,” Seth said as he threw him a wink and a smile.

Making it back to Eagle Grove in good time, Seth pulled over on a quiet country road to remove the transport set before pulling into his driveway.  “I almost hate to take these off you, Jacob.  You almost look the part of a real prisoner. Just need that official uniform and prison cut and you’re all set.  For now, we’ll have to make do with what we got.”

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The Alpha Who Moved in Next Door

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By Cuffed Locked

I couldn’t believe my luck when that smokin’ hot guy moved in next door. He drove a pickup truck. Tall and lean, short buzzcut, muscled arms and wearing a sleeveless T. If I had known the trouble I would eventually get into with this alpha guy, I might have thought twice before even going over there in the first place to introduce myself. He was bringing in some boxes that were stacked up in his driveway. I introduced myself as his next-door neighbor and offered to help.

He sized me up right quick and got me to help him move some of those boxes into his three-stall garage. He was friendly but also a bit devilish, almost cocky. Guys like that who are so good looking, in my experience, can often be trouble. I think he might have noticed me checking him out, but he didn’t seem to mind. He told me his name was Ryan and that he was a firefighter.

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