I have pictures of security forces who yesterday conducted a raid of an illegal BDSM club. I am just a little distance away from the illegal BDSM club, which are tucked away deep inside an industrial area, and to my surprise, it was now the scene of chaos and confusion. Men, barely clothed or fully nude, pour out and follow the orders they received. Others lied on the floor, their limbs stretched out, others covered their faces with their hands, the cold, dismal walls bothering them and their trembling bodies spilling out a mixture of fear and humiliation. The smell of sweat, leather, and the air is filled with desperation. And seeing all those guys nearly naked lying on the floor and having to press their faces against the wall is unbelievable for me ... I can only think of how much traumatizing for them that must have been. One second they're partying and having the best time ever, the next thing they're blind to the world as the police burst in and they lose their consciousness. Besides that, they're still nude! Poor these guys.
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There was no chivalry in the movement of the officers as they handcuffed wrists and ankles with pacefully ease, even the smiles of the men were expelled, they were ushed into a corner, they avoided the others' stares with their fingers on their ostrils. The room was full of the cacophony of creaking metal as the cuffs were astened and the occasionally muffled solace of the prisoners.
They made a line and after being strip searched, they were taken to a part of the room where it was made into a makeshift strip search with some caution tapes put up. The fficers, their features showing the strictness of the work they had to do, initiated the
orocess of humiliation. They were the ones in charge and through expressions, they displayed their objectivism mentioning the protocol.
"Lift your penis and testicles," a police officer ordered, his eyes sharp as he watched the man comply, his face flushed with embarrassment. The man's hands shook as he lifted himself, exposing himself to the scrutiny of the officer.
"Now squat and cough," the officer continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. The man complied, his cheeks burning with shame as he performed the degrading act. The officer watched closely, his expression unreadable.
"Put the anal area in sight," gave command the above-mentioned officer continuing to
pierce through the air with his sharp voice.
"Turn around, bend over, spread your buttocks and expose your anus," gave command the above-mentioned officer continuing to pierce through the air with his sharp voice. There was a moment of silence during which the man's face expressed his deepest shame but, the officer's glare was enough to induce him into compliance. He bent over, his hands trembling as he spread his cheeks, exposing himself completely. The officer, being checkered by fingers from the head to the feet and then checking his
underwear, glanced the whole body. The man was breathing quickly and shallowly, his body was shaking with a mix of fear and humiliation. The officer went on to the next man and, in clinical precision, went through the process again.
The room was brimming with the sound of orders and a rare sobs or oaths. The men, their self-respect taken away, were made the objects of the shocking procedure with their bodies and thus their dignity completely exposed. The officers were like a well-
oiled machine going through the ranks, with their faces not giving anything away, their eyes cold and aloof. After the last check-up, the officers packed their things and started to get away, their day's work was done. The men, still handcuffed and naked,
were moved to stand in the corner, their bodies shaking out of a mix of fear and humiliation. The room was quiet now, only some low sob or sniffling sound was being heard. The officers, their faces showing a serious mood, started to take the men out
of the club, sweat dripping from their bodies and their pride crushed.
The scenarios would be devastating, especially when you have to stand naked in front of all those people. They are likely to witness someone wet themselves which may be me if it were my turn!
There was no chivalry in the movement of the officers as they handcuffed wrists and ankles with pacefully ease, even the smiles of the men were expelled, they were ushed into a corner, they avoided the others' stares with their fingers on their ostrils. The room was full of the cacophony of creaking metal as the cuffs were astened and the occasionally muffled solace of the prisoners.
They made a line and after being strip searched, they were taken to a part of the room where it was made into a makeshift strip search with some caution tapes put up. The fficers, their features showing the strictness of the work they had to do, initiated the
orocess of humiliation. They were the ones in charge and through expressions, they displayed their objectivism mentioning the protocol.
"Lift your penis and testicles," a police officer ordered, his eyes sharp as he watched the man comply, his face flushed with embarrassment. The man's hands shook as he lifted himself, exposing himself to the scrutiny of the officer.
"Now squat and cough," the officer continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. The man complied, his cheeks burning with shame as he performed the degrading act. The officer watched closely, his expression unreadable.
"Put the anal area in sight," gave command the above-mentioned officer continuing to
pierce through the air with his sharp voice.
"Turn around, bend over, spread your buttocks and expose your anus," gave command the above-mentioned officer continuing to pierce through the air with his sharp voice. There was a moment of silence during which the man's face expressed his deepest shame but, the officer's glare was enough to induce him into compliance. He bent over, his hands trembling as he spread his cheeks, exposing himself completely. The officer, being checkered by fingers from the head to the feet and then checking his
underwear, glanced the whole body. The man was breathing quickly and shallowly, his body was shaking with a mix of fear and humiliation. The officer went on to the next man and, in clinical precision, went through the process again.
The room was brimming with the sound of orders and a rare sobs or oaths. The men, their self-respect taken away, were made the objects of the shocking procedure with their bodies and thus their dignity completely exposed. The officers were like a well-
oiled machine going through the ranks, with their faces not giving anything away, their eyes cold and aloof. After the last check-up, the officers packed their things and started to get away, their day's work was done. The men, still handcuffed and naked,
were moved to stand in the corner, their bodies shaking out of a mix of fear and humiliation. The room was quiet now, only some low sob or sniffling sound was being heard. The officers, their faces showing a serious mood, started to take the men out
of the club, sweat dripping from their bodies and their pride crushed.
The scenarios would be devastating, especially when you have to stand naked in front of all those people. They are likely to witness someone wet themselves which may be me if it were my turn!
