I’m not in the mood for this

"Why don't you tell me exactly what you're doing here, son?" Said Tyler as he approached Chris.

“Umm just trying to remember where I parked my mates car, he said the keys were in it.” Replied Chris.

"Sure, like I've not heard that one before. Why don't you turn around and put your hands on the car. Spread your legs too while you're at it" Tyler said disgruntled but knowing he's been caught Chris does as ordered, kicking his legs apart he bends over the bonnet of the car.

"So you're not totally stupid - good". Tyler begins frisking his upper body. He's surprisingly well built under his trackies, as Tyler feels his muscular legs.

“Oh I’m not dumb man” Chris says noticing how Tyler is kinda groping at his body through the trackies

"Really? Some would say a smart man wouldn't try and steal a car" Said Tyler

“I wasn’t trying to steal it, it’s my mates” Replies Chris as Tyler moves down to his lower body, distracted by his thighs for a second he regains his composure and remembers that he's trying to frisk him. “So what’s gonna happen next? Are you gonna take me to the station? Just I may as well tell you now as you’ll find out soon enough I’ve got a record, am just being honest like”

"I thought you were smart? You haven't realised you're under arrest? And yeah, I knew you had a record the second I saw you, it was obvious" Tyler stops frisking him and reaches for his speedcuffs, Unclipping them from their pouch and he slaps them on Chris' right wrist, the cold steel ratchetting around Chris' arm. "You didn't even flinch" Tyler says after the first cuff is on, "your rap sheet must be pretty long"

“Look man, there’s no need to waste everyone’s time with this shit, we can come to some arrangement eh?” Chris tries to negotiate, “You cops all want the power trip eh?”

"Sure. Our arrangement is that you go to jail and then prison where you belong". Tyler pulls his right wrist behind his back and then quickly grabs his free left wrist and cuffs it up too, in a reverse stack position .

Chris continues to try to negotiate, the boss will kill him if he gets arrested again, “But we both know that there’s no evidence here, and you’ll just end up making a fool of yourself down the station with another arrest which fails to come to court, such a waste of everyone’s time” Chris tries being bolshy, he's not a man to beg, but he's considering it. “My fingerprints on my mates car don’t count for an actual break in, you should’ve waited til I’d actually broken in”

"You really are a fucking idiot, man, you just admitted that you were trying to break in. You just gave me all the evidence I need to get you put away for this. Come on." Tyler grabs his arm at the elbow and begins to perp walk him down the alley towards a patrol car parked outside the train station.

“Your word against mine, and as you don’t have a bodycam or a partner it won’t stand up in court” Chris says, feeling the cop's arm holding him at the elbow walking him towards the car, his other hand slips into his trackie pocket feeling around for a paper clip he has hidden in there.

"I think you'll be surprised at how much an officer of the law's word is more highly regarded than a criminal's" Tyler says as he manoeuvres Chris into a position up against the car so he can open the rear door.

“I’d hate you to get humiliated infront of your workmates" teases Chris,

"Are you this much of a pain in the ass to everyone who slaps the cuffs on you or just me?" Tyler reaches the patrol car and shoves him up against the hood, pushing his torso down more than he would usually, just to get a better glimpse of his ass he searches for his keys.

Chris takes the opportunity to slip the paper clip into the lock and starts to twist it round as he realises that Tyler hadn't double locked the cuffs, so should be easy to slip out of them. Just needed to stall for time.

“Nah I’m always this much of a pain man” Chris says giving Tyler a cheeky smile. “You should see my own cuff collection”

Tyler stops his search for the keys forgotten. "your what?"

“My own cuff collection, they ain’t illegal bro, and some of us like to play with cuffs in the bedroom.”

Why does this turn me on? thought Tyler, "Well that explains why you didn't flinch when I cuffed you. You like to get cuffed in the bedroom, which explains a lot. I knew you were a little bitch" Tyler turns Chris round and I stares at you face to face, giving Chris the opportunity to work the paper clip into the lock.

“Yeah some of us like a bit of kink mate.” Tyler suddenly takes note of the chain around Chris' neck, the sign of an owned boy.

"You like it in the ass, do you?" asks Tyler. trying to prove he's a straight man, and that he's better than this dirty owned chav.

“That’s a very personal question copper?! You ask all your arrestees that?” says Chris looking around, the area round the back of the station is pretty empty this time of day.

"Only little punks like you who think they're a big shot. But you know what? You're going to fucking jail, punk." Tyler reaches back into his pocket and pulls out the car keys. I push the button and the lights flash, signalling the car is unlocked

Chris finally slips the paper clip into the lock and undoes the final ratchet slipping his wrist out, holding his hands behind his back I waits for Tyler to open the rear door. He grabs Chris by the arm and perp handles him towards the rear of the car, then reaches out his hand and grabs the handle, he opens the car door. As he turns he's face with Chris who has a cheeky grin on his face. Having slipped the other cuff, he is holding the speedcuffs in his hand behind his back. As Tyler goes to grab Chris's elbow Chris sidesteps and grabs Tylers wrist, snapping the cuff around it, the ratchet of cold steel wrapping round the wrist holding the car door, Chris in one smooth motion yanks it and twists it up Tylers back at the same time pushing him up against the closed passenger door at the front of the car. “Other arm In the small of your back copper” whispers Chris in Tylers ear.

Tyler is too taken by surprise to react in time. Before he knows it Chris somehow has control of him demanding the other hand, he won't give up, though weirdly his instinct is to bring his hand round, must be too many years of handcuff practice, "what the fuck are you doing? Release me or I'll add assaulting an officer and resisting arrest to your charges!" Tyler yells, spotting that he doesn't have control over Tylers legs he tries to kick him in the crotch as hard and precisely as he can manage

“Nah I saw the way you looked at my arse..... ahhh,....” said Chris as he buckles where Tyler caught him on the leg, but the kick just made him grab the cuff harder, he twists it and it's Tyler's turn to yell out. “small of your back” Chris says again, this time with more authority.

Tyler feels a weird tingle in his cock as he's saying these words to me, but still refuses to surrender "No!" This time he stamps on Chris's foot, his boots landing on Chris' trainers “fuck man that hurts!”, but Chris manages to reach out and grabs the other wrist, managing to cuff Tyler before he can stomp again.

Chris yanks Tyler back from the car and moves his round the door trying to push him into the back seat of the car, As Tyler struggles they end up on the floor, Chris pinning Tyler down, Chris puts his legs on Tylers and pushes him down, He unclips Tylers utility belt off and finds Tylers leg restraint straps, Sitting on Tylers back as his legs kick out, he grabs the straps and soon has Tylers ankles together, then the knees. Tyler is fuming as he is lifted up and thrown into the rear of the cop car. Chris grabs Tylers hat and picks up a hivis jacket, taking the keys which have fallen on the floor, he puts the jacket and hat on and climbs into the drivers seat and reverses the cop car towards the driveway.

"What the fuck are you doing??" yells Tyler, struggling in the backseat. He can't do anything but flail around like a useless fish. "how did you get out of these cuffs?? Where are you taking me??"

“Shut up copper, I ain’t going back inside, I gave you the choice to let me go earlier, you chose not to take it.

Chris pulls up to a lockup garage and flick a switch on his own keys and reverses the cop car into the lockup.