jtc: arrival
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Right now, he is sitting alone in his cell. We think he is wondering if coming to our training facility was his best idea. We have a feeling he thought that, since he is the publisher of this gear-and-bondage online rag, he'd have an easy time. Sit around, talk about bondage stories, make up some hot pics using the guys that call the JailTrainingCenter home. Well, he thought wrong. ty dehner's ass is in a sling so deep he may not get out. One thing he forgot about when he agreed to "visit", we are in charge here, not him. That includes this website for the next few days. Before we put him away after taking care of our squad car, we let him start a journal. We're presenting that below, unedited. Of course, we are reading it, so his ass is grass if we get pissed off about anything he says. And if you think this is fake, well, I think dehner will remember those gloves clutching his neck for a while; there are some nice marks!
day one journal
Getting off the plane at the airport, I wasn't sure where I would meet up with Sgt. Mike. I headed to baggage claim, picked up my gear and waited out front of the terminal for a while. He was not there. I contacted him on his cell phone. He told me he had just pulled into the parking garage and gave me instructions. I headed into the complex. Something didn't seem right as I went to the 4th floor and found it pretty empty. I saw a car that looked like the one Sgt. Mike described and headed towards it. Suddenly, a police cruiser pulled up and out came this guy in BDU's, a black JTC shirt and boots. He shoved me up against the wall, holding his cigar in his mouth. He was very confident as he groped and frisked me. I could hear someone else taking pics, but when I turned to look, this guy who had me against the wall told me not to turn my head.
I was getting into this. Sgt. Mike seemed to have set me up really well. Of course, I didn't think I would be cuffed next, but there I was, leaning against the wall, my new Fred Perry shirt was getting dirty. This cop who cuffed me was strong and confident. Several times, he reminded me not to "fuck with him". It was not something I would try. While I might have size, he definitely had the power. He grabbed my crotch and felt my dick getting hard in the black and white BDU's that I was wearing. Heck, I admit it...he had me going!
He turned me around and put me in the back of the police car. The windows in the back had been blacked out; I would only see forward on this trip. Before he slammed the door on me, he puffed his cigar and laughed a bit evilly for my taste. When he got in the driver's seat, he asked if I was worried. I was honest, I wasn't. He told me that was my first mistake and shifted the car into drive.
Now I had no idea how far the JailTrainingCenter was from the airport, plus I was in a police car, cuffed. Something this guy has never experienced for real! My arrestor had no real interest in my conversation, just filling the car with his powerful stogie. He knew that this captive in the back wasn't going to complain, and I really wasn't going to find out what he would do if I did. His high and tight really showed that he was strict; it was freshly cut. His boots had a brand-new shine, and he took a certain thrill in slamming me against the wall.
Once arriving at the JTC, I was ushered in and put in Sgt. Mike's office. I was stripped down and put into an orange prison suit. They started their interrogation of me. This was unexpected by me. The information was more personal than I felt they had a right to know. They also wanted access to the Ropedweb site. They told me they were going to decide what pics to show, not me. I refused. But of course, you now realize, as you read this, that they finally won out. They told me, when they were finished, not to give away the lessons I had been taught. Right now, I have a feeling they are reading what I write, so I won't. I will wait until I return to Seattle next week and give you the information.
Sgt. Mike disappeared, and the Cop Jim who arrested me handed me a bucket and a rag. He took me out to the parking lot and ordered me to wash the car that hauled my ass to this jail. Now I was pissed. I didn't come all this way to wash their fucking car! Plus, it was getting freaking hot out! But Cop patted his gun in his holster with his black leather-gloved hand as he walked away. I doubt he would use it, but I had already been manipulated into giving them upload info for the ezine I wasn't going to test them further. So I hosed down the car and started to wash it. At one point, I decided to give a bit of lasting me to their precious car; I spat a nice load on the hood. Talk about a spit shine!
When I had finished the car, Cop Jim returned and took me back inside. I walked with my hands held behind my head. We went to the cell block, and he placed me in one of the cells. As he closed it, I stood there with my hands behind my head. When I heard it locked, I realized I was now in the cell many of my readers dream of being in. I was in a prison suit with my hands in position. Just then, he grabbed my throat with his gloved hands. He squeezed tightly, with a slight upturn of his mouth, letting me know that he could take me out with his choke hold. He let go and left me.
A little while ago, he turned and handed me my computer so I could enter this journal. I am not sure how long I've been in this cell; there are no windows to the outside and no clocks. The stainless steel urinal reminds me how stark this place is. I can smell them cooking dinner, and I'm starving. I have a feeling that when he returns, I'll finally be let out. Well, at least that is my hope. I'm learning that this weekend might not be according to my plan. Ooops, I just looked up, and there is Cop Jim. Guess I'm done for now.
dehner is still in the cell, we're enjoying a great dinner. We might give him some scraps later, but after we have some fun with him! More updates tomorrow!
ty has decided to become uncooperative. He didn't complete his journal in the allotted time. He was hoping that by doing so, we would punish him with bondage or something like that. Well, most of Day Two was spent with ty alone in his cell. We turned out the lights, gave him some water and let him think about his actions and how alone he was. Later, we offered him the opportunity to write his journal again... he finished. The men for the military bondage arrived Friday night, ty didn't meet any of them until later that evening. We allowed him to put on his BDU's. We could see that he was getting excited about the upcoming play. So we just tied him down to a chair and left him that way while we started our recruits training session for the night.
Tomorrow, Saturday, we will be bringing many more pictures of the recruit's training. In tomorrow's upload, you will find some pictures of the interrogation that ty endured on the first day of his visit. He was not happy with the questions or the way we got the answers from him. It was not a game for him. Honestly, we enjoyed watching him get pissed off at us. He worked right into our hands that way.
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