The likely lad at 'The Inner Man' is happy to demonstrate as well as explain the differences between several handcuffing techniques ...
... The
young salesman returned the rattling combined wrist-ankle manacles he'd
been demonstrating back onto the metal display frame, leaving the older
man even hotter under the collar than ever, his imagination racing.
"You've had a lot of experience using this sort of stuff?" hazarded Chunky.
"A lot" came the confident reply.
"On women?" risked the older man?
"Some," said the salesman evenly "but usually teaching
them how to handle their men. A lot of the Mistresses, the Professional
Dominatrix shop here. They need to know how to take control and keep
it. The new police handcuffs are a God-send for that. Like I said,
they're a serious control device."
He reached for a solid centred handcuff and held it out for inspection. "This little beauty is what all the coppers are carrying now.
Bulky on a waist belt but as a control device, it's a bitch."
Chunks had seen the strange new device on policeman's belts and noticed
the solid rigid black connector between the two metal loops. "What
do you mean, control device?" he invited.
The younger man shrugged. "Want to take your jacket off, you're
sweating?"
"No, that's OK. It's a cuff they use in street arrests, isn't
it?"
"All the time now and believe me when these are used, you know
they're being used and very soon co-operate. Sure you're up for this?"
asked the kid but it was a rhetorical question. The older man was
obviously preparing himself for action. "I'll do it gently just
to give you an idea ... but once someone gets the knack of putting
them on right ... this is something you don't fight against."
Closing one end of the solid-looking cuff around the wrist Chunky
was offering, the younger man then gripped the cuff by the solid moulded
plastic centre and twisted it very very slightly. Chunky immediately
allowed his hand and arm to be guided by the surprising pressure the
gentle movement exerted.
"You
can put up a bit of resistance" said a reassuring voice, but
as the metallic pressure on his wrist increased Chunky allowed his
hand and arm to be twisted slowly down and under and up behind his
back.
"Fancy offering a bit more of a struggle?" invited the soothing
voice but the irresistible twist of the changing angle of the locked
cuff took the heavier man's mind off serious resistance. Suddenly
his face and chest were pushed against a nearby wall and a foot was
urging Chunky's legs further apart. The older man wanted to halt the
proceedings but an elbow was now keeping his neck and face against
the wall and he was off balance with one wrist clamped painfully up
behind his back. His free hand was groping around somewhere up against
the wall but as it was gripped by a firm hand, pressure applied to
his already locked wrist took his mind off the fact that his free
hand was being guided around behind his back to where the waiting
ratchet was ready to close. The clicking of the ratchet signalled
the end of the painful pressure on his right wrist and he was about
to regain his balance when an unexpected foot moved one of his boots
and then the other further apart and the continuing pressure on his
spine persuaded him to stay put.
"See
what I mean, they're bastards. Even when you really put up a struggle,
if the person using the cuffs knows a few simple techniques it evens
up the odds no end. I'm just applying the dead-locks. That's so the
cuffs can't close too tight once they're locked on. Never use ratchet
cuffs unless they have dead-locks." advised the salesman, "If
you roll on them accidentally in bed and haven't got access to a key
it can cause serious nerve damage. Now, they're dead-locked. Want
to put up a bit of a struggle?"
Chunky didn't want to do any damage so he was embarrassed to exert
any force. Suddenly the light-weight young athlete had grabbed a fistful
of his raincoat collar and was propelling the bigger man across the
shop towards the metal grille of the security door. Chunky decided
that some resistance was becoming necessary but as he tried to halt
the travel across the shop the hand grip between his wrists twisted
only slightly and his wrists felt as if they were going to break.
An abrupt
reverse of direction and he was being pulled backwards, unable to
see where he was going. A sudden stop and he was bending forward over
a counter, his wrists pulled high behind him, unable to move. "You
could bring her here and I could teach her how to deal with you!"
said the younger man into his ear. "She could learn to make you
do whatever she wanted you to do ... or do I mean she could make you
do all the things you want her to make you do?" urged the voice
which now had a tough, questioning edge to it.
Suddenly, another twist and an abrupt pull and the bigger man was
travelling blindly backwards again. Swung around unexpectedly, his
feet collided with the metal chair which had a high narrow back almost
like a small ladder. The strong and usually in-control older man yelped
as his wrists were yanked unstoppably high in the air again and he
was forced to bend forward. He decided to put up a more determined
fight but, off balance, he could only back against the chair, his
legs now astride it. Suddenly his arms were even higher ... and then
being lowered, but now behind the other side of the ladder back ...
and a downward pressure on his wrists urged him to sit on the seat
which was lower than it looked. His elbows twisted tightly around
the metal ladder.
"You
see," said the calm voice behind his ear "I'm holding you
here with one hand ... one finger almost. A slight twist and I could
persuade you to keep still ... or open your mouth ... if I wanted
to put a gag in it. Could I?" almost purred the confident voice.
Chunky was about to disagree but a painful twist of the solid handle
between his wrists made him yelp ... and a handkerchief wadded into
his mouth. It was immediately pulled out again and the kid who no
longer looked so lightweight walked around to the front of the chair,
smiling but keeping well out of range of his captive's feet. "Don't
worry, it's perfectly clean," he said pocketing the hanki "I
just wanted you to know that these cuffs are an efficient control
device."
.......
END
EXCERPT 4 - next
Chunky learns about group game-playing
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