HANDCUFF EXPERIENCE
(EXCERPT 1837 words)
Hands cuffed behind his back, Leading Fireman Proctor heard the metal security door clang as the customer left - perspiration was running down his face but there was damn-all he could do about it. He stared at himself in the mirror ... and saw the back of his rain-jacket reflected in the mirrored door behind him. Could he see the cuffs? Yes, if he turned slightly sideways.
The door opened and young Robert looked in ...
Couple of Drag Queens picking up wigs. Special order. I didn't encourage them to hang around ... but they're fun people. Sorry about that." He stopped talking and looked at Chunky quizzically. "Er ... you ... didn't open the handcuffs.
Chunky shook his head dumbly and found it hard to meet the gaze of the likely lad who was standing confidently before him blocking his way out of the confining mirrored cubicle.
You'd better give me back the key then, he said evenly, if you're not going to use it.
After a pause Fire Officer Proctor did as he was told. Turning slowly he raised both manacled hands slightly and opened one palm to present the key. He felt it taken from his moist hand, and then two hands closed over the chain, shortening the distance between his wrists and making his chest tight within his PVC jacket. The firm grip on the chain urged him backwards out of the changing room and the double-sided mirror swung closed leaving Chunky looking at himself, arms now forced tighter behind him and a smiling face peering over his shoulder. These cuffs are quite effective in various positions. it said How supple are your shoulders?
Experimentally, the salesman gently guided the two manacled wrists upwards, folding in on themselves until both elbows were bent and hands were reaching up between the shoulder blades. The firm hand gripping the chain somewhere up below his collar gathered a fistful of rain jacket and lifted slightly. Chunky watched the tough fabric of his zipped up and belted jacket strain against his chest as he was lifted almost onto tip-toe. The second controlling hand demonstrated how easy it would be to grip a handful of his thick short hair and exercise considerable control.
These old cuffs had their uses but when it comes to control they're not a patch on the modern solid cuffs.
The grip had been released and his hands were lowered as Chunky again breathed in and moistened his lips. He felt the key being screwed into one of the cuffs which soon fell open. The salesman stepped back and said You open the other cuff. Another control factor, of course, is leg-irons. If they're wearing leg-irons and are cuffed it's easy to keep somebody off balance, and there's less chance of getting kicked in the shins or the balls .
You been in the police? asked Chunky, You seem to know a lot about it.
Oh, I do ... but I haven't. And our police aren't allowed to use leg-irons in spite of the need for them sometimes. A lot of injuries could be avoided if they were. German and American police use them as routine if there's a danger of somebody lashing out ... and there's a lot of it goes on, believe me. Detainees inviting a bit of police brutality. A few bruises always look good in court. I hope the Police Federation is keeping a list of officers injured because leg-irons aren't allowed. Something to do with Amnesty International and a few do-gooders who don't have to deal with the realities of policing. At least the new solid cuffs are a more efficient control device. Do you fancy a beer?
The unexpected final remark made Chunky look up from the handcuff he had at last managed to unscrew.
Beer? he asked?
Or a Coke or something? Sorry I get a bit steamed up on the subject of leg-irons. Couple of mates of mine have had nasty injuries that could have been avoided if they'd have been allowed decent equipment. Controlling somebody who's determined to make trouble or out of their skull on drugs is a lot easier with the right cuffs and a pair of leg-irons ... or, of course, a combination iron ... you know, handcuffs attached to ankle cuffs. You've probably seen them on TV or in films.
Yes, confirmed Chunky a few times.
And was it Yes' to a beer?
Er ... thanks, no. I'm on watch at six ... er, fire service.
Ah! ... interesting.
Is it? Why?
Oh, ... nothing really. So, how about the handcuffs? Do you want me to fill you in on any more info? Sorry, I do tend to ramble on a bit. A lot depends on the Scene or situation that turns you on. Is a woman going to use them on you?
I hope so, said Fire Officer Proctor managing a sort of smile Like you said, she's hopeless at tying knots.
Well, those cuffs and a pair of leg-irons would even up the odds a bit. I'm not being a pushy salesman but leg-irons would make a practical addition. Open up a lot of possibilities. Depends how good she is with equipment, or how determined. Does she like taking control? Have you done bondage with rope and stuff?
Er ... no, not really ... er ... no. not being totally honest.
You surprise me. Most kids do, one time or another. said the Salesman, I spent the first ten years of my life tying myself up ... before I found somebody to do it for me .. but let's stick to your situation. Are you a willing victim' or do you like to put up a struggle? Sorry, I don't want to embarrass you. Not being nosy ... just that the leg-irons do offer extra control. We've got three types; standard American police, the German extra heavy ones and the old fashioned British ... which are, in fact, reproductions made in Spain. They're not even allowed to make them in Britain nowadays ... but they're not illegal to import or own. Oh, and there's a new one! An American company just produced a boot size leg-iron that will fit over a wider boot ... heavy motorcycle ... cowboy type ... or for our kinkier brethren, wellies or waders. Firemen in Britain don't wear waders, do they. A lot of people are turned on by rubber waders ... and a metal leg-iron big enough to lock around them is proving popular with some of our customers.
The perspiring fireman looked at the chunky leg-manacles dangling from the salesman's hand and tried to get back on track by asking, You say you've got the combined hand and ankle cuffs?.
Sure! With or without a belly chain ... waist chain? He replaced the leg-irons and reached for a tangle of chain with wrist and ankle cuffs dangling. These keep the wrists locked tight to the waist chain. You can also use it with hands in back ... opens up a lot of possibilities! smiled the salesman demonstrating the position with legs spread wide and hands tight behind his back.
Shit! laughed Chunky but it was more of a strangled gasp.
Deep shit, if you allow yourself to get into this sort of position. You've really got to know who you're dealing with before you allow yourself to get locked into these. Really leaves you wide open.
The younger man hung the rattling equipment back on the metal display frame leaving the older man even hotter than ever and groping for a hanki, his imagination racing.
Useful if she's going to go off to work leaving you to do the housework. Have it finished before she gets back ... or else! As long as she takes the key with her and you don't cheat and have a spare stashed away. All depends on the sort of games you play and the level of intensity.
I never knew it was so complicated said Chunky picturing himself naked and manacled wondering if and when Sarah would be back. Would he ever allow himself to be put in such a predicament? Could she handle it? Could she ever handle him? His cock was ramrod hard again.
Robert chose not to notice ...
END EXCERPT 3 - Handcuff experience - but the scene continues as
Chunky gets a lesson in just how effective - and painful
modern British police can be in the hands of an expert ...
SOLID-CENTRE HANDCUFFS (4) for more information.