Down the rabbit hole

The slip in the door opened and he was greeted by a big skinhead, who shouted back into the warehouse. "Boss the pigs are here!" he shut the slip in the door and opened the door wide, standing infront of the doorway blocking it with his width. he was big and muscled under a healthy layer of fat. He snarled at Tyler as the Boss walked down the Hall way behind him. "Alright Steve, this is my guest. Meet PC Carl Tyler."

Tyler stared at Steve and then grinned "looks like I have an invite" he waited to Steve to step out of the way and then walked forward to greet Skinboss. His cap remained firmly on his head and he smiled as the bigger man approached. "He's new. Where did you find him?"

"Ahh hes good for guarding the door, he's little a little pitbull" Steve smiled as he liked the comparison, he went back to texting some guy on Grindr, Tyler and skinboss walked back down the walkway into the building, Skinboss leading the way, Tyler following nervously. Tyler was aware this was going to be tricky. He had been teasing Skinboss for ages and the man was bound to wonder why Tyler would suddenly want to submit. Tyler was surprised himself - but was loving it.

Tyler tried to control his nerves but sweat was starting to run down from below his cap. He didn't want to remove it just yet as he didn't want Skinboss to see the Mohawk until he was ready. He headed further into the building keeping an eye out for other people. "If you're looking for the other lads they're out on a delivery and pickup" said Skinboss instinctively as if knowing what Tyler was worried about. "Don't worry your submisison will be kept a secret." Skinboss laughed.

Tyler chuckled along with Skinboss. "Yeah right. I'm sure you're the soul of discretion"

"Oh so you are going to submit then!" Skinboss replied laughing "fucking knew it"

"You still have to make me - though I came prepared" Tyler looked at Skinboss with a teasing smile and once he had the mans attention took of his cap to reveal the unwaxed Mohawk. Skinboss smiled "you came prepared I see, prepared for what, all that shows me is you're prepared for submission, pretty sure that ain't regulation!"

"Not quite. Seemed to me that if I was to actually submit I should do it properly - become a prospect. My current 'gang' don't do much for me and you've always been telling me how good yours is"

"you're right your lot is useless, they've not managed to catch us out yet. But you really want to sign up do you?" Skinboss smiled, "well I only accept serious applications, and you apply by servicing me, but I dont think you're serious."

"You don't? So let me prove it. Show me this gear and why I should submit"

"prove it by dropping to your knees" Skinboss ordered.

Tyler paused and looked Skinboss in the eyes. He grinned and then dropped his head submissively before kneeling down in his uniform. "now right down and lick my boots" Skinboss was apprehensive, he'd normally have cuffed him but he seemed to trust that this guy was genuine at the moment. He wouldn't be stupid enough to try and arrest him and get past Steve. But why had he become so submissive?

Tyler was unsure about this - he'd never done it before though had it done to himself many times. He bent forward, hands either side of Skinboss' glossy boots and he started to lick them. He used his tongue roughly so that Skinboss would be able to feel it through the thick leather. "good little piggy," said Skinboss, at this cop in complete submission at his feet. he looked down at the sight, fuck it made him hard, he rubbed his cock through his bleachers "so Tyler, can I trust you?"

Tyler knew better than to look up at this point. He kept his head down and paused his licking only to say "yes Boss you can trust me"

"well i think you may be right, but I'm not 100% sure. Stand up and walk up and face the wall and spread them"

Tyler gave the boots one last lick, surprising himself with how much he enjoyed doing that and then stood up. He turned to face the wall, put his hands wide against it and spread his legs in traditional search posture. Skinboss patted him down, removing the cuffs, radio and phone from his stab vest - "I presume you signed off before coming here, and aren't wearing a wire?" Skinboss felt up his arse and down each trouser leg to Tylers own boots, the stab vest was tight to Tylers massive bulk. He skirted round Tylers cock, thinking I'll give the guy a little respect before I completely humiliate him.

"I told them I was on enquiries for 2 hours. I can always extend that if needed." Tyler tried not to groan as the larger man patted him down. He could feel his cock filling the steel tube and he unconsciously moved back against Skinboss' hands when the man felt up his arse.

Skinboss took a chalet cuff out of his desk drawer and said "arms behind your back, place your palms flat against each other." Tyler frowned at the odd command - nothing he knew of required a posture like that. However, he complied and placed his hands flat together, grunting a he did so as his muscled arms made that posture quite difficult. The stab vest didn't help either. Skinboss slipped the metal cuff between Tylers flattened wrists and hinged the two cuffs over the top, clasping them shut, he tightened it with a hex key. He then attached a length of chain to the ring at the top of the cuffs and fastend it to the wall adjacent to Tyler. "you can move about now boi."

Skinboss returned to his desk and picked up Tylers phone, "what's your unlcok code?"

Tyler felt his wrists pressed together and realised he would now be unable to move his palms apart. The use of a hex key meant that the lock was effectively unpickable and he was helpless. His shoulders were beginning to ache already - but he fucking loved the feeling of submission. He tested the length of the chain and found he could move a few feet. When Skinboss asked the question he replied without hesitation "959241"