Changing allegiances

Chris turned and stood facing Dave, "looks like we're on equal terms now. Be careful though, they'll be watching."

Dave remained silent and moody staring Chris out. The solitary room had no furniture, just a grate in the floor in the corner for a toilet and a small rubber mat.

"Can they hear us?" Muttered Dave eventually

"Nah, there's no sound, just video"

"Then let's give them a show whilst we plan how to take them down." Said Dave.

Tyler changed out of the guard uniform and back into his gang gear. He stood where he could watch the monitor screens and chuckled to himself as he watched Chris and Dave

Chris moved in and grabbed Dave round the back of the neck, pulling the chav into his face. Chris started to neck him passionately, he could feel Daves cock leaping to attention through his jumpsuit. Dave pushed Chris back against the wall grabbing at Chris's muscular arse.

Grunting as he did so:, "this'll give them a show, bet they thought we'd beat 7shades out of each other" said Dave

Tyler was surprised that Dave wasn't taking some **** on Chris. As he watched he felt his cock trapped in the chastity cuff and wished once again that he was free to stroke it. He groaned and adjusted it in his bleachers.

He sat down watching the two fit lads going for it, forgetting that Dean was supposed to be there too, he wished he could be out of his cockcuff he'd show those lads how it was done. As he watched Chris pulling down his jumpsuit and letting it fall to the floor as he pulled open Daves too

Chris turned Dave around and pushed his naked body up against the wall, the cold numbed his body. As Chris pushed his cock head against Daves hole. "You fucking want it?"

Chris couldnt help it but he was pinning Dave forcefully against the wall, his cock poised waiting for permission, not that Dave had much choice, but Chris was treating his old mate with respect. "Yeah Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Chris rammed his cock hard into Daves hole as he was sure that Tyler was watching. "How long before one of those pervs wants to come join do you think?" Said Chris

Tyler licked his lips and groaned as he watched the performance. His crotch was hurting now as his cock tried to burst out of the cock cuff. He started to imagine himself being in the cell with Dean fucking him and he moaned with suppressed arousal

"You alright there mate?" Said Dean as he crept back in the room.

Tyler looked up and adjusted himself. "Yeah yeah fine, bruv. Just watching the show"

“Oh yeah? What did they do?" Dean moved in closer putting his hand on Tyler's shoulder.

"Right now, Chris is fucking Dave". Tyler inhaled deeply enjoying the smell of Deans natural scent. Somehow it always reminded him of rubber and his thoughts turned to the events in the rubber shop again

"Would you like to join them?" Dean asked. Dean pulled Tyler into him. And Tyler got a whiff of the rubber scent he so craved

Tyler sniffed deeply and tried to locate the source if the scent. He nuzzled against Dean. "No, Boss." Tyler looked up at Dean "I want to be your rubber sub, bruv"

“Oh you already are, very subby, but I'm concerned your loyalties lie with your two old boys downstairs. So I want to make sure you can be trusted"

As they had been talking, Craig had snuck into the room behind Tyler and was holding a rubber hood in his hand, it unzipped as he smiled at Dean, the big cop snuggling into Dean's chest.

"You can trust me, bruv." Tyler muttered as he sniffed deeply and snuggled against Dean

"Oh there's only one way I'll trust you... That's with you under full control." With that Dean grabbed his wrist pulling it up his back so Tyler had to bend forward, Craig stepped up with the open good and pulled it over Tyler's head. Zipping it up as Tyler's hands were once again cuffed behind his back. "I've not forgotten that milking yet 'bruv'"

The skins pushed him out of the room and room him downstairs to the cell block locking him in the cell next to Daves.

Tyler gasped as his wrists were twisted up behind him. Then his vision was cut off as the thick rubber hood slid over his head. He tried to twist and shake it off, but Craig knew what he was doing and it slid into place. Tyler's ears slide into mounded recesses in the hood which blocked and muffled sound. He tried to yell but the rigid tube inside the hood **** his mouth open preventing speech. In seconds his head was coated in the thick rubber and he felt hands locking its collar shut. Tyler struggled as the two men dragged him downstairs, but hooded and cuffed he was no match for the others

As he was pushed into the cell he crashed into the bed and fell on it, he manoeuvred himself onto it as he felt someone grabbing his ankles securing each of them with a thick padded cuff to each corner of the bed. He then realised it was his segufix he was being strapped into

Tyler struggled and kicked out but the ankle straps were already in place and he could feel them tighten even through the leather of his boots. He sat up to try and reach for them, but hands slammed him back down onto the bed and he felt hugs arms being strapped down at his sides. The waist belt was strapped on as well and he grunted as it was tightened. He then felt the other straps tightening around thighs, upper arms and chest until only his hooded head could move.

As Craig and Dean fixed him in place Chris had just about finished fucking Daves brain out. The younger lad falling to the floor feeling well and truly fucked.

Chris pushed him down exhausted he pulled his overall back up over his shoulders and turned hearing the commotion outside as the door opened Dean stood there backed up by Craig

Craig looked in at the crumpled mess that was Dave, "little slut got what he was asking for it would seem mate." Said Dean.

Tyler struggled vainly on the bed, his head already sweating in the thick hood. All he could smell was rubber and as before he felt his submission increasing

“Pass the slut out," Dean motioned to Dave who was trying to catch his breath, Craig walked into the cell and picked him out fireman carrying the naked lad out before opening the cell next to Tyler's and locking him inside.

Dean walked into the cell and backed Chris up against the wall. "Your turn to submit now mate"

Chris hesitated up against the wall, but he was in no position to fight, Craig soon returned and stood cross armed blocking the doorway. Now there was no chance of escape either.

Chris dropped to his knees and bowed his head in submission. Waiting for Dean to push him to his boots. That didn't happen though. Dean just stood there looking at him.