Rear stack

“Well that’s a bit unfortunate for you,” said Liam,

“Why’s that.” said Tyler as he tried to swing around he felt Liam’s hand on his shoulder pushing him back in position. Up against the wall.

“Well I should really check out you concealed weapon. Don’t want anything unexpected happening now.” Liam reached around and unclipped Tyler’s belt, it dropped to the floor. Along with the radio from the top of his vest. Keeping a leg between Tyler’s he unbuckled Tyler’s trousers and they dropped to the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing man?” Said Tyler as his trousers wrapped around the top of his boots.

Liam placed a hand with some cloth over Tyler’s mouth and Tyler could smell something coming over him as Liam whispered in his ear. “Don’t struggle it’ll make it easier for you in the long run.”

Tyler starts to feel a little light headed followed by a hand slipping down the front of his jocks, he finds himself pushed to the floor as his eyes start to roll into the back of his head.

He doesn’t pass out but is incapacitated whilst Liam stands over him. Liam removes the rest of Tyler’s uniform starting with the cuffs release so he can remove the stab vest and undershirt of the uniform. Tyler can feel the cold floor but can do nothing about it his loose limbs are just like a dolls.

Once Tyler is naked Liam picks up the uniform and puts it in a pile in the corner. He leaves Tyler and returns with an orange jumpsuit, transport cuffs and leg cuffs. Starting with Tyler’s legs he pulls the legs into the jumpsuit, then up over Tyler’s bulky body, encasing him in the orange prison uniform. Wrapping the belly chain around his waist he rolls the muscular cop onto his back and cuffs him with the transport set in a forward stack with a black box over the cuff set. Before he attaches a chain down to some leg cuffs.

As Liam waits for Tyler to get use of his body again Liam looks over at the cop uniform, “I’ve never tried cop gear on before,” he says out loud, you’re gonna be out for a bit mate ain’t ya” says Liam.

He slides the bomber jacket off and puts in on the floor, he doesn’t bother with the rest of Tyler’s uniform, just the stab vest and utility belt. It’s heavy and fits him well he picks up the bomber again and puts it on over the top. “Nice, think I might keep this as a souvenir.” He walks back out of the room and returns with a brown and white leather hard harness. Sitting astride his prone prisoner he positions the straps over Tyler’s newly created Mohawk. Buckling it up and applying padlocks, just as Tyler begins to regain use of his limbs and appears to have woken up.

“Welcome to the facility, inmate. How’s that **** of power going for you?”

Tyler groaned and grunted into the head harness in response, Liam just smiled, “we treat all our guests equally at the Locke Club mate, and someone’s paid for your stay upfront, so enjoy your visit, you’re going to be here for a long time. Best we go and sort your intake photos out and let you get used to your new cell.” Said Liam as he helped the manacled cop up to his feet.