ChainedUp 4 : The Officer
This is the alternative ending of ChainedUp3: Caught in public.
Tom is caught by a lot of officers - while in BDU's and combatboots and his legs selfchained together - trying out a mud puddle ....
And then, after I had picked up the blouse while still with the chain around my ankles, as the other officers were leaving …. one of the CHP officers was holding back. It struck me as a little bit odd, but I was getting ready to remove the chain from around my ankles with the bolt cutters that were in the back of my car. He walked up to me and said ‘Boy you’re not going to remove those chains and that is an order’. It caught me by surprise and then I was instructed to put back on the blouse that was in my hand and to drive up to the park & ride, that was at the top of the hill that this road connected to the main highway. He then got into his cruiser and followed me up there and when we arrived, he told me where to park and then to exit my car. I did as directed and so I am now standing next to my car, covered in muddy BDU's and combat boots with a length of chain strung between my boots.
Not knowing what is going to happen as he exits his cruiser and starts to walk towards me. So I ask him ‘Sir, what do you want, Sir? He chuckles ‘Been a while since I have had a boy that likes to get good and muddy and has already got his legs in chains. Walk over to me boy so I can see if you could run the way you set those chains.’ I comply with his request and start walking towards him and just as I get started, He barks out ‘Boy! You are now going to run to where I am standing.’
He is about 15 feet away from me and he stands 6' 6" tall and must be about 295 in weight but it is all muscle and I know that I need to comply with his orders. As I start out, I can keep the chain between my boots, but about halfway there I feel the chain starts to fall under my boot. And I know that if I don't slow down, I will fall flat on my face on the pavement. He also sees this and tells me to stop. I comply and finish shuffling to stand in front of him. At this point he says ‘You did good Boy’ and I replied ‘Thank you Sir.’ Now Standing right next to him I can truly gauge his height and I was wrong he is 6' 8" tall and is nothing but muscle. He then tells me to give him my car keys as he says that I won't be needing them tonight. He then tells me to place my hands behind the back of my neck and proceeds to place me in ridged cuff and double locks them. Next he pulls out a tarp from the trunk of his cruiser and lays it across the back seat. By this time, I am starting to get really scared because I have no way to get ahold of anyone and I don't know where He is going to take me …
I start to ask ‘Where you are going to take me Sir?’ He looks at me and says ‘Boy You Will Only Speak when Spoken to. Do You Understand Boy, what I Said?’ ‘Sir, Yes Sir.’ is my only answer.
Next thing that happens is he is putting me in the back of his cruiser in a hogtie so that I can't be seen in the backseat nor can I see out. He then gets on his radio and messages that he is taking his dinner. Not knowing what time it is or how long he drove, I can only guess at the time but soon we are slowing down and next we come to a stop. I hear a gate opening and then we start up again and, in a few minutes, he pulls to a stop, opens the backdoor of his cruiser, releases me from the hogtie and tells me to get out. We are on the driveway next to a garagedoor that he is opening and he tells me to get my ass inside. Still in cuffs and chains I have no choice but to follow his orders.
Next thing that happens is he removes the cuffs and replaces them with a set of Irons. He also places an Iron collar around my neck that is attached to the back wall of the garage. He tells me that we are far enough away from any road or any of his neighbors. And he tells me he must go to finish his shift, so it won't do any good to yell for help. ‘I will see you later’, and then he closes the door.
There is only a small light in the ceiling of the garage and nothing on any of the walls so the only thing for me to do is to sit down and wait till he gets back. Till then I am chained to a wall in Irons and covered in mud. I must have fallen asleep because now I hear the pounding of metal on metal and the length of chain that was between my ankles has now been replaced with a new set of irons that have just been riveted in place. The same thing is true of the irons that are on my wrists and the same thing with the collar. The only thing that has not changed is how I am dressed. ‘Well, it looks like we are awake’, he chimes. ‘And you are now mine for the next seven days’.
I am fully chained and have no way out of this situation, so I submit. He says that we have one more set of irons to rivet in place and then we are going out to the backyard to do a little exercise and some mud work. The last set that he rivets in place is an iron belt with attached cuffs that he then fastens to my upper arms. So now I am collared, cuffed and in an iron belt with attached cuffs and leg irons and he is directing me out the door of the garage to his large backyard.
Next thing I knew he is barking orders at me to get my ass moving in the direction of what looks like a major sea of mud that I have no idea how deep it is. But I found out really quick because the next thing I knew I was knee deep in mud and headed even deeper as I was falling straight forward, and I turned just a little so as not to land face first. As I hit the ground / mud I was lying in a good 18" of mud and there was no way I was going to be able to get myself up. At this point The Officer was laughing good and hard and was telling me that I was going to be spending the next 7 days like this, weather I liked it or not. He then pulled me out of the mud and then we started moving toward an outbuilding that I could just now see on the back of the property.
At the end of the 7 days, He removed all the Irons, and I was allowed to shower and change my clothes.. An then he told me that I was never to tell anyone about what happened over this last week because if I did, I would not be going home because if I did, he would come and pick me up and this would be how I would be spending the rest of my life. And as I was going out to my car which was parked in his driveway, he followed me out opened the door for me and said that I would be seeing Him some time in the next 3 to 6 months when He was pulling me over on my way home.
About a week and a half later the CHP officer walks into my work. He wonders around a bit before he comes up to me and asks me how am I doing. And he asks me if I remember what he had said …
After we had chatted a bit I walked him through the basics of setting up a shop and about what tools to buy. He said that he would be placing an order during the next pay period. And as I walked him out, just before he got into his cruiser, He told me that I am to keep my BDU’s and combat boots in my car at all times.
So I could just imagine that the next time I was to get pulled over by him I would get cuffed and taken back to his place. And then be told to change and to get ready for being placed in riveted irons for at least 7 days or longer …
