Chris heads home

Chris pulls up to his apartment parking garage in his WRX, he's lucky to have his own place. The gang makes a decent amount of cash racketeering and as the Skinboss's current play thing Chris gets whatever he wants. The Boss likes his boys to be happy and faithful. Though Chris is pretty sure he's not the latter anymore after being fucked by the cop, which was kind of justified, he was keeping him from snooping around and the Boss would probably find what he did to the cop late last night funny, it's best all of that is kept to himself.

He can't wait for his bed he thinks looking at himself in the mirror of the elevator as he heads up to the 4th floor, "fuck I look awful" he walks out of the elevator and unlocking the door to the apartment he drops his bag on the floor and when he switches the light on, sat in the dark looking out over the city is The Boss. He's a slightly older guy late 40's but still fit, works out every day at the gym. Not beefy, he's never felt the need for bulk, he's built for speed and fighting. He's wearing bleachers, 20 hole Rangers, red braces and a white T, his black patched MA1 jacket is thrown casually over the chair.

"Where were you tonight?" The boss asks not even breaking his stare, he can see Chris in the subtle reflection of the glass.

"Just went for a drive Boss." Chris knew it was best to give as little information as possible where he was concerned. He moved through the apartment and into the living room walking slowly til he was towering over The Boss, he then dropped to his knees and started to lick the Boss's boots.

"Hmm instant submission boi, you still know what I like!"

"Yes boss!" Chris didn't stop licking he just gazed up longingly at his master.

"I've been thinking long and hard about what to do with you, you've been a prospect for a long time now, and whilst you've earnt a place as a full gang member. I don't want to loose my boy, and I've been worried if I give you full gang membership the others will fuck you over."

Chris was listening intently, all the time servicing his masters boots, so it's not because he's bored with me, he's just distancing himself so he doesn't have to deal with me. Chris moved up the Boss's legs and unzipped his jeans, pulling the Boss's massive 9 inch pierced cock out. He gently worked the piercing with his tongue til the boss was hard, the Boss still talking over him.

"Though having seen you in action last few months I think you can handle yourself, they're all quite dumb and you're a bright lad who can follow orders. So I think you're ready. I've decided your initiation ceremony will be on Friday next week."

"Yes Boss" was all Chris replied, as he worked the Boss's cock moving his hands up the bosses body he began to tweek the bosses nipples getting him more excited.

The boss stands, ordering Chris back down to his boots, he removes some basic cuffs from his pocket and locks Chris' hands behind his back whilst Chris works his boots again. The Boss puts his jacket back on and pulls a leash out of the pocket, attaching it to the chain collar he marches off to the bedroom Chris hobbling on his knees behind, struggling to keep up, his shiny trackie bottoms have no friction on the carpet so he s careful not to fall over or he'll end up just being dragged by his neck.

The boss picks Chris off the floor effortlessly, throwing him on the bed face down, Chris soon finds both legs shackled to the beds respective corners. The boss pulls him back up the bed so his arse is on the air and level with his feet. Unzipping the trackie bottoms, he spits in his hand and starts to lube Chris's arse, the. With little other warning he slides his cock inside Chris. Pushing Chris's back down to get him in the right position, Chris grunts as he feels himself invaded he's fairly loose from the fucking he got earlier, so it's actually a pleasant experience, sometimes the Boss can be too rough with him.

Chris chewed on the duvet infront of him whilst he felt The Boss pounding away at his arse, his balls and CB wanting their own release, he was dripping Precum into his jock again. The boss pulled out and emptied his load all over Chris's back, wiping some of it up he smeared it over Chris's face and I roughly into Chris's mouth. Chris lapped it up greedily, despite what had happened earlier he still had that subs side it seemed.

The boss left Chris restrained whilst he went to clean up and probably sleep, the Boss rarely slept in Chris's bed, he slept in the spare room or went back to his place. Chris moved up the bed, hands still cuffed behind his back, but Chris was now laying flat, legs on each of the corners. Eyes heavy he started to drift off to sleep, it was then that Chris noticed the new kit on the chair in the room. His new skin gear, he couldn't wait to try it on, but he knew the Boss would have other plans for him yet, Chris closed his eyes and slept.