Alpha Grey to 56913

I was visiting SeaBndgSadist for some much needed hangouts when a work issue arose and he needed to step away for a little while. Having some spare time and knowing that he may be a little while, I decided to gear up and put on Alpha Grey, figuring that perhaps I could goof around in the playroom while he addressed things.

I entered the playroom and took a survey of things inside. Cuffs, shackles, chains, cages, many straps - there were lots of fun toys that were interesting and piqued my interest as Alpha. The most prominent of these were the heavy Clejuso handcuffs that were attached to the side of a tall standing cage.

Curious - I found another set at attached it to the other side of the cage. Wondering what it would feel like to be locked in such a situation, I VERY carefully placed each wrist in a cuff and closed it so that it wouldn't lock but I would get the sensation. It felt amazing to be honest, and I let my mind wander as if I had been actually put into that situation.

Annoyingly, the cuff on my left hand kept swinging open as it was catching on cuff of my shirt sleeve. Attempting to adjust this - I moved my shirt up on my arm a little bit to allow for some extra room.

click

fuck.

The cuff had closed and locked on the first connection point. I immediately panicked, took out my other hand, and tried to pull my now stuck left hand out of the widest opening the cuff allowed and is now enforcing. And nothing. I couldn't pull my hand out despite my best efforts.

Trying not to panic, I started looking for keys. There must be something nearby as clearly this was used for something earlier. I started sifting through items that were within my immediate reach to look for something that might help. Nothing. No keys, nothing I could use to try and pick a lock - just piles of locks and chains.

I took a deep breath, and realizing that there was legitimately nothing I could do other than wait for someone to find me, I decided that since the worst had already happened, I might as well experience the feeling that I had been originally exploring in the first place. Against all reason and logic, I placed my other wrist in the opening of the cuff and let it close and latch.

FUCK.

I was now cuffed to either side of the standing cage and there was literally nothing that I could do but wait for assistance. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to be locked in this cage, ironically flipping in my head realizing that - in fact - that's exactly what has happened / where I was.

I'm not sure how much time had passed, when suddenly the playroom door opened. In walked a figure with a black mask over his head dressed in blue digi-camo. Embarrassed and vulnerable, I explained that I was just trying out the cuffs as I was curious - all while the masked man approached and pushed me into the back of the standing cage.

"Hey... what are you doing!" I yelled as the top door of the cage was closed - it was barely wide enough for my plate carrier to fit inside of - so I was unable to move forward or backward at all between the bars that were now closed on me. A lock was closed on it, and the bottom two doors were closed and locked in a similar fashion.

"Look... I honestly wasn't trying to start anything, I was just curious - I'm sorry OK!" I tried to plead as he turned to the wall and grabbed a role of duct tape. He was completely silent, not saying a single word in response to anything I was saying. "Wait... I... MMMMM" I exclaimed as he swiftly started wrapping my head in duct tape. Several loops around my mouth, then a couple around my forehead meant I wasn't going to be able to explain anything any longer, and then he ensured this would remain the case by wrapping tape around my jaw and then the top of my head.

Handcuffed in the cage and tightly gagged, there was literally nothing I could do as he started to chain my boots, followed by my waist / groin, to the cage. I struggled and resisted, but this did was absolutely futile. A black capture hood was slid over my head despite my grunts of protest. I was left to simmer in my predicament for a while as he silently watched - saying and doing nothing. Just watching.

After a little while, he approached the cage, whisked off the hood from my head, and removed the chains from my legs / waist. Thinking that I was being released, I sighed a bit in relief as the chains fell to the floor. He then came to the front of the cage and started to remove my boots. "HEY!" I tried to yell - but it just sounded like all the other noises I had been making. When he started to unbutton my pants, I pulled back and away as much as possible in the cage. The masked figure stood and looked me in the eyes, then pulled out an electric taser, firing it in front of me.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

Without a word, I knew what he was saying. You will comply with me or I will make you comply. Not wanting to be tased, I humiliatingly grunted and nodded, trying to communicate with my eyes back to him that I would not resist. He then finished removing my pants, taking them with him to the other side of the room.

He returned with a diaper. "WAIT WHAT?!" I tried to exclaim as I felt padding being fastened where my pants had just been. When I tried to move away, he simply pulled out the taser again and gave it a fire in the air.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK

I stopped resisting as he fastened the diaper on me. Humiliated doesn't even begin to describe the sensation I felt in this moment - big strong Alpha Grey cuffed inside of a cage with no pants on only wearing a diaper. I was even more surprised when he approached with a pair of brown boxer shorts and slid them on me. I recognized them immediately as standard prison issue boxers, and suddenly feared / realized where this may be going...

My fears were confirmed as he left and then approached the cage with a bright orange set of prison uniform pants, sliding them up each leg as I reluctantly stepped inside, knowing that my options were compliance or getting tasered. My boots were put back on my feet, and then quickly secured with a large set of black boot leg irons. A chain was then locked around my neck and hung in front of me - a useful tool for my captor to pull on and force me into the front / back of the cage for additional compliance.

As he started to unbutton my military shirt, I wondered if perhaps I would have an opportunity to make an escape, knowing he would have to uncuff me from the cage wall to take it off. He was smart however - he removed one cuff to take my shirt off, then re-fastened it, and then released my right-hand to remove the other. He didn't re-cuff my right hand - but held up the taser and shot me a look. I grunted and nodded at him to let him know I understood.

RIPPPPP as he grabbed my undershirt and tore it from top to bottom in one fast motion, and suddenly I was exposed. I had just been in full tactical gear moments before - feeling very powerful, and suddenly now I'm cuffed inside of a standing cage wearing leg irons, boots, prison pants, and a very tight duct tape gag.

My captor stepped back and admired his handiwork so far as I tried to hide my face in shame. This only grew as the next step that I knew was coming started and he slid the orange prison uniform shirt over my head and pulled my right arm through. The taser made one last appearance without sound to remind me that compliance is mandatory, as he uncuffed my left hand from the cage wall.

He pulled my left arm through the shirt, and I was fully in prisoner garb now. This was re-enforced as he fastened a waist chain for handcuffs around my waist, slid a pair of black hinged handcuffs through the opening, and then secured my hands in front of me in the cuffs. This was then connected by a length of chain to my leg irons, all connected with large heavy blue locks.

I was an inmate now, a captive having been stripped of all my protective gear and now vulnerable and dejected. Gagged. Diapered. Cuffed. Controlled. He pushed me back inside of the standing cage, closed and locked the doors. I tried to yell in protest as he placed the black capture hood back over my head... and walked away. I stood in the dark - left alone to wonder when my captor would return and what other plans were in store for me when he did.

Captured and Tortured

I self-surrendered to PadlockSEA and I suddenly found myself strapped into the bondage chair - arms strapped tightly to firmly mounted metal bars to either side, helmet and head totally immobilized, chest / torso / thighs / knees / boots all fastened securely with leather straps.

I already knew that I wasn't going to get to cum during this scene, but as I heard the metal piping being put together, and the click WWWWRRRRRR of the Hitachi being turned on after being fastened to it and my dick - I felt a wave of regret as I tried to wriggle - both toward and away from it - and realized there was no way possible. He then put the wand on a randomizer program, so that it would turn on and off at random intervals.

Padlock grabbed a blindfold, and once it was on, I had absolutely no head movement or sight. Which meant there was nothing I could do as he slid a large silensilicone breathing tube gag into my mouth. As I tested my airflow, he slid over a wide piece of foam tape with a hole cut out for the breathing tube and secured it to my face before wrapping my mouth / head very tightly in electrical tape. Next - a pair of earbuds was put in each ear, and suddenly a hypnosis track begins an induction to go under. I was FUCKED.

I struggled and made pathetic noises as the wand kept triggering at random, buzzing in the same spot, no way to anticipate when the next one would come. Padlock noticed that my hands still had far too much movement, so he taped my fingers together and then to the pipe along with my arms. He then did a strap adjustment - going through and tightening pretty much every major strap. The vibrator would buzz as he was doing this, which got me alarmingly close to shooting as what I thought couldn't get any tighter, just very much did.

I was sliding in and out of subspace with the hypnosis playing - the vibrator intervals were more spaced out now - buzzing for a solid 90 seconds, then 4-5 minutes off on average it felt like. I recall sinking very deep at one point and was JOLTED awake by the vibrator, and having that temporary moment of confusion of being completely unable to move / see / speak in any way, shape, or form - genuinely not sure of where I was.

Padlock opened up my shirt, slid up my undershirt, and after tweaking my nipples for a bit, started putting electro pads on my abs and hooking it up to the 312. As the electro started - it felt so warm, almost like touching going across my stomach. And as it increased and the pattern changed, the touching became more like firm punches than gentle touching - which was awesome.

As I sat there and struggled, waves of electricity kept rolling over my midsection as Padlock would make adjustments and tweaks, and the vibrator was still trigging at it's own discretion. The hypnosis track was telling me to relax, which I loved the juxtaposition of.

Padlock untaped my fingers and unstrapped my arms from the metal pipe - 0nly to now secure them tightly to the metal pipe that was directly on each vertical side. More random vibrations - the hypno is now switched to loud white noise as the elctro is increased and the patterns adjusted. More struggling. More noises. I am melting into subspace hard now.

I have no idea how much time has passed when Padlock checks the existing straps before beginning to add several more. My shoulders, waist, arms, thighs, and knees are all re-enforced with additional leather straps, somehow adding even more immobility. The electro / vibrator is stopped for a little while, giving me a much needed break.

I float as the white noise flushes my addled brain and the vibrator edges me closer and closer. Suddenly - BAM - the electro on my abs slams back on, and as I try to move at all and continually fail - I'm getting harder and harder. I'm dripping in sweat from struggling and it being a particularly hot afternoon in Seattle, and so Padlock decides to grant me mercy and release me. click - the vibrator switched off. The 312 is powered down. The white noise stops. I breathe a sigh of relief as he slides the sweaty mess of tape down from my face and pulls out the tube gag. The blindfold comes off, and I just smile.

Why did we wait so long to install these?

@DaddyTony.com wanted to get some practice in with the Maxcita Psycho X as it can be a little tricky to get all the parts right.  We also wanted to install some hardware on the table so that we can have extra tie-down points.

I’m always such a good helper, so I tossed a uniform on so I could help - I’m such a giver.

We installed 4 eye hooks on each side of the table - chest, wrist, waist, and legs.

Once we had the hardware installed along each side - we had to try it of course!  So Daddy Tony put me in the jacket - nice and secure.  Threw the capture hood over my head and then threw me on the table.  Chains were quickly fastened to all sides of the jacket, my head was strapped down, my legs were chained to the table, and I was going nowhere fast.

The proof of concept worked!  Of course, Daddy Tony immediately released me and that was the end of that.  HAHA.  Not.

I’m still caged and locked, so DT took the opportunity to use the magic wand and vibrate / tease the crap out of me for a very long time.  My whimpering and whining didn’t do anything to make him stop, it actually just made him get even meaner…

Knowing that I wasn’t going to get to cum, but feeling my cage suddenly get unlocked, I knew I was a bit doomed at this point.  DT is an expert at edging, and having been together for so long, he can read me like a novel.

I lost track of time and how many times I got close.  Everything just became a blur.  I was covered in sweat from struggling and torment.  Of course - after what felt like an hour - I am released without release and the cage goes right back on.  *sigh*

Grey Gets Locked Up In Prison - Part 4: Sunday Shakedown

During the night - all lights are off and it’s well and truly dark, other than the light coming from outside the window. A few times in the evening, guards will perform cell checks by shining a flashlight through the window of each cell to make sure they are still in there. I had started to figure out what the timing was - it felt like there was one around 4AM.

I was up in my cell for the 9th time that night between sleep. It felt like it must be probably close to that time. I had an idea.

I stood by my door and just kept watch, waiting to see if I would see any light coming from anywhere. Suddenly, I see a light bouncing on the ground and I realize - they are coming to do cell checks.

I immediately crouch down underneath my window in the blind spot so they can’t see me. I wait for the flashlight to appear in my window…

BOOM - I quickly stand up and just put my face directly in the beam of the flashlight - eyes as wide as I can make them. Immediately blinded, all I can see are spots, so I can’t tell which guard it is. All I hear is, “GGHHHuuuussss” from the other side of the cell door.

I BUST up laughing. The light returns, only this time it is on strobe, and they leave it shining in my cell for a solid minute while I’m sort of doing a little victory dance and giggling my face off.

The next morning, we are hanging out in the main area before breakfast when one of the guards just pulls me aside and says “You think you are pretty funny…” and just shoots me a look. I now know who it was, haha.

We go into breakfast, I’m feeling smug as hell. Line up to return once we are done and the main CO suddenly says, “WHO IS IN CELL 2104?!”

Why… why that’s me! So I step forward and say, “I am Sir!”

“IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION YOU ARE CAUSING PROBLEMS AS WELL AS HIDING CONTRABAND. DID YOU HIDE A HANDCUFF KEY IN FRONT OF CELL 2106?!”

Ooo. I went very red. I knew I was caught - I mean… that’s a very specific accusation. It was so specific, I immediately knew someone had ratted me out. There were at least 3 people that would have known the key was there. C who was under 24 / 7 lockdown, T my local friend, and B - an inmate friend across from my cell. I immediately - and rightfully - suspect T, my local friend.

At this point - guards have hit the wall when it comes to the contraband and are about to shut it down.

“INMATES! WHEN YOU GET BACK TO THE BLOCK YOU WILL FACE YOUR CELL DOOR SO YOUR NOSE TOUCHES IT AND YOU WILL NOT MOVE OR TURN AROUND UNTIL INSTRUCTED TO DO SO BY A GUARD! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!!??”

“YES SIR!!” we all replied.

After asking the guard permission in our normal protocol to pass the red line, we all hobbled over to our cell doors in our leg cuffs and waited for the guards to come into the block, who were all meeting right outside the door.

After several minutes, the guards all came in at once, started entering people’s cells, and started stripping everything out. Mattresses, blankets, pillows - everything is just flying out of cells and landing in the center of the main block. They are looking for anything / everything. And I am BUSTING A GUT.

This is the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life and I am SO here for it! I keep turning around and laughing at each echoing SLAP from a mattress landing from the second floor cells above.

“INMATE 13!! IS SOMETHING FUCKING FUNNY!? TURN THE FUCK AROUND AND PUT YOUR NOSE ON THE DOOR!!!”

This only increased the humor. I was bratting out hardcore at this point. I keep turning around to see all of the shit flying - in more ways than one. Reminder - we are all in shackles - have been for the entire weekend.

“INMATE 13!!!” It was even louder this time. I couldn’t even say “YES SIR” because I was laughing so hard. Suddenly - my arms are cuffed behind me and a capture hood is thrown over my head. “THERE. NOW FACE THE FUCKING WALL!”

I’m industrious, if anything - and I know these RIPP hoods pretty well. So I scootch it up on my head as high as it will go using the door as leverage, then bend over to the left so I can try and grab it with my hands cuffed behind me. I’ve ALLLLLLMOST got it off when….

“INMATE 13!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!!?!” Ooooo - that was a loud one. I don’t remember who said it, haha. “Trying to watch the show SIR!!!!” I bratted back.

Next thing I know - duct tape is being wrapped around my chest pinning my arms down so I can’t reach up anymore. “FACE THE FUCKING WALL!!” I got slammed up against my door. Giggles.

Several minutes pass. Shit is still flying into main block. It took effort - but I managed to pop the duct tape and get it mostly off so I could use my arms again. No words happened this time. I was just - without warning - slammed to the ground and then hogchained on the floor.

OK - I’m not gonna work my way out of this one, so I’m resigned to just being on my stomach hooded while shit is going down. There is some commotion happening over at the main door I notice.

Suddenly I hear - “PERHAPS THIS IS A GOOD TIME TO HAVE OUR NEWEST GUARD HELP WITH THINGS!!!!”

I couldn’t really hear much after that - things were pretty muffled and I was just focusing on breathing to be honest. One of the guards leaned into me and said, “GREY! Perhaps you would like to welcome our newest guard!!!”

“I don’t know who it is SIR!!!” - I bratted back.

Suddenly the hood is ripped off and all I can see is a knee in green camos and part of an elbow right in front of me. “I can’t see who you are SIR!!” I said. “Maybe THIS will help!” Suddenly, the figure stands up, jumps onto his side - landing on a mattress in front of me on his elbow with his face in his hand and says…… “Hello sunshine.”

C from LOCKDOWN!?! My jaw hit the floor. “YOU. SON. OF. A. BITCH!!” I struggle / lunged at him futilely in my hog chain , but that just hurt more and he was too far away. I’ve never felt so betrayed - it was a ’6th Sense’ level reveal that I 100% did not expect, but in retrospect… I really should have.

“OK INMATES - GET THIS FUCKING BLOCK CLEANED UP!” C yelled at all of us. The hood went back on my head as I just yelled ‘FUCK YOU!!’ and they all laughed and just walked away. Eventually I was released and told to put my stuff back in my cell and make my bed or I’m gonna lose it.

Grey Gets Locked Up In Prison - Part 3: Getting Caught

Friday:

After sleeping horribly and waking up every 45 minutes not knowing what time it is and no phone to check, the lights in my cell come on and a guard shouts “GOOD MORNING! YOU WILL GREET YOUR GUARD AT YOUR DOOR AND THEN FILL UP YOUR WATER BOTTLES!!” in a very cheery voice. It’s way too early for this ug.

Fill up my bottle, hang out with the inmates in the main block before breakfast. At breakfast, everyone noticed the two extremely long pieces of chain on either side of the kitchen block.

Once breakfast wrapped, it was time for chain Gang, which I had signed up for! Changed into a white work shirt, white hat, and boots - I suddenly found myself with a massive loop of chain wrapped firmly around my left ankle in a line with 7 other inmates. We were taught cadence (Left, Left, Left Right Left) and off we went.

Quickly we all learned why you really do have to say that out loud - otherwise you are falling all over each other and stepping on each other’s chain.

We spent 4 hours moving as a unit and clearing the very overgrown sidewalks between the main block and the Ad Seg building. Nature in Florida is terrible and unfortunately once we broke for lunch, my heel injury reminded me I have to not push too hard, so I had to go back inside.

Hung out with a couple inmates and spent some time with C in lockdown, helping to keep his spirits up and joking about my little stunt the night before, since he didn’t really get to see it. He said I was helping to bring sunshine into his cell, because they blacked out his windows earlier. He was great to get to hang out with and get to know.

Dinner was mostly uneventful until a fight broke out right at the end between an inmate and a Guard for an attempt to steal some silverware. Inmate was quickly subdued and placed in the restraint chair, and I secretly (let’s be honest… very NOT secretly) was jealous.

A new routine was established - all inmates have to be searched before returning to the main block after meals. I return to the block, journal a bit, and it’s light’s out for Friday.

Saturday:

Saturday I am up early before the lights are on, and wanting to really start stirring shit up. I tuck my last key still in my cell in my waistband. I am planning to look for an opportunity before breakfast to see if I can somehow cuff someone to the bench or do another funny thing with my own leg cuffs.

Hanging out with the others, no immediate opportunity presents itself. Suddenly we are called to line up for breakfast and I realized I don’t have any good way to put this key back in my cell without getting caught. I immediately broke into a cold sweat, got in line, and off to breakfast I went.

Tried to keep myself distracted and not draw attention to myself during breakfast, as the guards are constantly watching from the catwalk as well as walking around the tables, but I’m honestly nervous. Trying to see if I can get a window to somehow put it in someone else’s pocket, but I just never had one.

Breakfast finished and we are told to line up. I get in the line with the guard that doesn’t have a metal detector and looks fairly new. It’s my turn - told to raise my arms, and I honestly debated just trying to bolt for it, despite my leg cuffs. He does a pat down, checks me, and then….

… nothing. I’m told I’m good and I can go on my way.

“Officerinmate56913requestingpermissionto…”
“WOAH - slow down and say it so I can understand you inmate!”
”Sorry Sir - I have to use the bathroom really bad! Officer, inmate 56913 requesting permission to cross the red line Sir.”
”Granted”

I get back into the main block and I am super stoked I somehow got away with that. I have a whole other opportunity now! Chain Gang goes off to do that again for the day, I have to sit out due to injury, and I am given tasks to do around the prison.

Helped with laundry and other light tasks, and then was given free time. I played actual solitaire with actual cards - I can’t remember the last time I did that. Chain Gang came back in early due to it being 95 in the Florida sun, and so we got ready for lunch.

Still haven’t found my opportunity, but I’m certain it will show itself in due time. Suddenly lunch is called and we line up to go in to eat. I still have the key on me, but I’m emboldened by my experience at breakfast and confident I should be OK.

Lunch quickly came and went and suddenly it’s time to head back to block again. Ooo here comes the nerves again - and there seem to be more guards involved in these ones this time. I naturally sneak to the back of the line to not draw attention to myself.

The guard has a metal detector this time, and I think surely I am boned now. So he runs the wand over me…

… and nothing goes off. I have no idea how I have gotten so lucky, and when he put it down, I audibly sighed. Oops. Guards noticed this and said, “No - search him manually. ARMS UP!” So I lift my arms, and they start the full physical search.

Waistband is pulled out and the key is discovered. Before they could really say much, I tried to bolt. It was pure fight or flight, and there were like 5 guards there at the time. Plus I’m in leg cuffs, so not really sure where I thought that was going to get me except where it did.

Slammed immediately to the ground with my arms pulled behind me and cuffed in the back. Suddenly I feel my legs being wrapped together with duct tape very tightly while two other guards are holding me down to the ground telling me to calm down.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO LOOK I’M SORRY OK” Suddenly duct tape is being wrapped around my mouth / head turning this into MMM MMM MMM MMMM. Warden is called over and says that he needs to see me in his office for a disciplinary hearing. They told the Warden that they just want to loosen me up a bit first. I MMMM even harder.

Suddenly one of the guards legitimately picks me up off of the floor and puts me over his shoulder to carry me off to another part of the prison. I try screaming through my gag and trying to squirm, but it was futile.

On another block, there was a few mattresses on the floor, and I was dropped onto one of them. I then heard a guard say, “Today I’m going to show you all how to put someone in a straightjacket while they are resisting.” I know who he means…

I legitimately tried to fight being put in it. The technique used was masterful and included once one arm was in the jacket, applying handcuffs to keep it in place and secured while you do the other arm. Next thing I know, I’m fully in a straightjacket, on my stomach, legs taped and hog-taped behind me, and a capture hood is thrown over my head.

For the next several minutes, I am roughed up a bit and stepped on by a few of the guards. Yelled at for smuggling a key and interrogated on where I had any other ones. They found my bad tickle spots on my groin, and I started yelling FUCK YOU to them.

This only resulted in more tickling and tons of me thrashing. Suddenly I hear, “Go get the restraint chair - he’s moving way too much.” The chair is brought in, my legs are untaped, and I am picked up and sat down in the restraint chair. Straps go on, legs get secured, and I am now well and truly FUCKED.

More exploitation of my tickle spots. I screamed FUCK YOU through my duct tape gag and capture hood - only half regretting it.

After several minutes, the hood is removed and I’m exhausted and panting through my gag. “We should fix his hair while he’s like this - get the clippers.”

There had been a couple of little spots we missed on my first cut on Thursday. However the #2 guard wasn’t there and the #1 guard was missing a couple of teeth. So the 1/2 guard was chosen instead.

Towel was placed around my shoulders, and my hair was buzzed a second time, but much much shorter this time. Once that was done - a bit more tickle torture, and then I was left to sit and think about the consequences of my actions.

After a while, I was taken out of the jacket, but put back in the restraint chair in cuffs, then returned to the main block with the rest of the inmates while we had free time before dinner. Eventually I was let out and got to hang out with C and some of the other inmates before chow.

Dinner was fairly uneventful. After dinner… not so much. A few of the rowdier inmates had started a fight in the back of the block, and it started to very quickly spread out of control. Suddenly a buzzer went off in the block, which meant all inmates had to drop to the ground, hands behind our head, ankles crossed.

I dropped quickly while the guards took control of the situation in the back. Waiting there on the ground, a guard came by and replaced my leg cuffs and then cuffed my hands behind my back while I was laying down. They did this to all inmates in turn.

Sat up - told to go to the back of the block and wait against the wall for instructions. Eventually things get under control once more, my hands are uncuffed, leg cuffs stay on, and we are put back in our cells for the night.

Grey Gets Locked Up In Prison - Part 2: Cuff Shenanigans

Thursday Lunch / Dinner

I quickly start searching around my cell to see if there is any contraband or anything I may get in trouble for. I find a handcuff key hidden inside my sink. Then a key hidden in my sprinkler. A final key then cleverly hidden inside a paint bubble on the wall.

I relocated all three of these keys. I placed one key inside the roll of toilet paper next to the toilet, turning it around so it wasn’t as obvious. Another I placed in the joint between my bed frame and the wall. The last I just put under the sink for now, since you’d have to be on the floor to see it.

Lunch was brought to my cell - the small window on the door opened and a metal tray was placed on it with a tortilla turkey wrap, a small bag of Doritos, an applesauce, and a water bottle with my inmate number on it. They left the door window open for a while, and I used the opportunity to get to know some of my neighbors as guards processed the rest of the inmates.

I had no idea what time it was other than the light coming into my room, but next thing I know it’s dinner time. Our cell doors open up and we are told to stand on the yellow line at our cell door. Then told to step up to the red line out in the block. All the inmates step out.

We are told many of the rules and protocols that we will have to follow. In front of every door there is a red line. No inmate may cross the red line unless a Guard grants them permission. This is only received by stating:

“Officer, inmate 56913 requesting permission to cross the red line Sir.”

All Officers will be referred to at all times as Sir, CO, or Officer. Infractions will be punished at a Guards discretion with 25 pushups, 25 sit-ups, a 2:50 wall sit, or a 2:50 plank - Guards choice. We are then allowed to hang out in the common area before dinner.

I get to know the other inmates, one is a local I already know, and he immediately targets me. I am panicked that someone will find the key in my cell, so I pull the one from under the sink and tuck it in the waistband of my boxer shorts on the small of my back. I also hide one outside in the main area on the door of cell 2106, as it’s empty.

The main CO comes back, and wants to go over the rules again - this time with demonstrations of the exercises. Uh oh. One fit inmate gets picked to demonstrate pushups. Guess who got picked to demonstrate sit-ups? Yea. Me. With a KEY hidden on the small of my back. OW. Even more fortunately - we ALL got to demonstrate wall sits and planking, each of which also made more painful by my contraband.

Before being released for some additional free time before dinner, all inmates are placed in leg irons. I tell a couple of the inmates I feel I can trust about my incident with the key and we all laugh. This includes my friend C that will be on 24 hour lockdown from Thursday to Sunday in cell 2301. They have been nice and left his cell window slot open so we can talk to him, and my local friend T.

We are all given sheets, a blanket, and a pillow and told to make up our beds. After this - the guards want to do compliance checks on all the inmates to make sure everyone is in the state they should be. I sensed a moment and I jumped on it immediately.

As the guards call for everyone to line up on the red line, I instead pop back into my cell. Take out my key, take off my leg irons, put them on the side of my pants, and briskly walk behind the row of inmates like I am supposed to be doing this.

I go up the stairs to the first catwalk across the block, cuff one end to a corner post, and dangle the other end down so it’s just swinging there. I then go back downstairs, get back in line, and somehow this all went almost entirely unnoticed by the guards as they were all occupied at the time.

After a couple of minutes - the cuffs are noticed and gee - who’s could they be?!

“GREY! Would you like to tell everyone what happened to your leg cuffs?!”
”They fell off Sir!”
“Why did you not tell anyone your cuffs fell off?”
”I felt like I could liven up the decor Sir!”
”How did they get up there?!”
”They just flew up there Sir - it was CRAZY!”

The guards now knew I had a key, so I am taken to a cell and fully strip searched again, while my cell is searched by the other guards. They find the key hidden in my toilet paper roll. I lie when asked if I have anything else.

I’m asked if that is all that I have, and I tell them I promise - that’s all I have. My punishment is I am put into lockdown after doing all the dishes from dinner. It was basically lights out by then anyway, but I’m not sure how long the lockdown will last.

I lie in bed honestly surprised at just how DARK it gets in my cell with the main block lights off. All I can think of is that there is honestly no way you can get out of this right now. Even if you could somehow get out of this cell, I am in leg cuffs, in a massive prison complex, surrounded by two fences covered in razor wire, in the middle of a swamp.

Grey Get Locked Up In Prison - Part 1: Intake

Note: Spoilers Below for hciexperience.com - photos for Intake / Thursday section take after the event concluded.

Intake / Thursday Morning through Afternoon:

4 of us were picked up by as many guards on Thursday morning. Leg irons, connected to a belly chain, hands cuffed in front and then attached via a black box (OW). Put in a prison van with white bucket seats on either side with a center divider / metal gate doors. Buckled in - and then it’s 20 minutes of every bump making my wrists ache.

Arrived at the prison - pulled out of the van and grabbed by each arm by two guards and marched to Ad Seg. Black box and waist chain are removed - leg irons and cuffs stay on. Watched several other prisoners come and some get taken away. Suddenly it was my turn. Door opens and a guard guides me by the arm to intake…

Brought in front of an officer and asked several questions, had my photo taken, and was assigned my inmate number - #56913. “This will be your number for the duration of your stay with us do NOT forget it!” I was told.

Taken to the next room, cuffs were all removed. “Strip and hand me each piece of clothing one by one.” So I took off each piece and it was put in a bag. I still have my collar and my cage on, as both are locked on me. An amazingly thorough search took place. My dentist hasn’t been that deep in my mouth before with his fingers.

Given a pair of bright orange slides, I was taken across the hall to medical. Full check-up including BP / reflex / nerve test, chest / bowel check, temp, ears / eyes / nose / throat. My cage was bulging the entire time.

Once done - I was given an oversized prison jumpsuit, hands re-cuffed, and taken to the next room - the barber. I sat in the chair and a British man introduced himself as the Demon Barber of Fleet Street, but he was quite nice about the whole thing. Hair all buzzed off with a #2 guard (pre-arranged).

Given back to the same guard, I am now marched out of the Ad Seg building and over to the main block. For the first time I can really appreciate just how massive this prison is, and the main block is huge.

Walked inside and up to a laundry room door, I am given my uniform, a towel, a white shirt, brown boxers, and a pair of orange socks. Walked into the main cell block, and marched over to a row of narrow cells. As we approach, I notice they are showers. The guard takes my things from me and I take off my slides and enter shower A, which is locked behind me. I stick my wrists through the door slot and my cuffs are removed.

The guard tells me to take off my jumpsuit then turn around and face the wall. I do - suddenly I feel an icy mist start spraying all over my back. “Turn around and cover your face.” I do, and same cold mist on the front. ”OK - rinse off and shower.” I get two presses of the shower button. Each press is 2min. I only need one. The water is ice cold and I keep making that ’catch your breath noise’ the entire time.

I shower as best I can, then handed my boxers and white shirt to put on through the bars. Once on, I put my hands through the slot, am re-cuffed, and am taken over to my cell across the way - 2104. “Put your things on the bed, then go to the back of your cell. I do so, my cuffs are removed, and I’m told to not turn around until I hear the door close.

I hear a heavy metal sound and then a massive CLANG/CLICK. I turn around and take everything in. Put on the rest of my uniform, including my name badge with my inmate number on it. There is also a water bottle in my cell with my number on it. I sit down on the blue plastic mattress and just sort of… take everything in. My window is sort of hard to see through due to scratches.