Option B

Option b

“Option B” said Tyler unsure of himself, he was enjoying submitting to the chav and the wanted that release, what was going wrong with him, he wasn’t normally like this.

Chris stepped up to the hanging bound cop and reach for the zipper on his fly, he pulled it down and pulled out Tyler’s already hard dick. Grabbing some lube Chris lubed up Tyler’s cock and started wanking it off. Tyler groaned as he felt the chavs soft hands caressing his cock.

“You like that?” Chris asked,

“Yes....Sir.” Tyler responded taken aback by his reposition. Chris slipped his free hand down and caressed Tyler’s neck and back before sliding his hand around over Tyler’s Mouth,

“You seem happy with your new found place here under my control. I think you’re ready for the next stage of my plan.”

Tyler had a panicked look in his eyes, as Chris gently wanked his cock off slipping his hand over his nose and pinching, Tyler held his breath, slowly feeling light headed, he didn’t want to struggle, he didn’t want to give Chris the satisfaction that he was submitting, but it wasn’t long til he started to buck in his rope, the natural instinct to get breath overtook him as he struggled, Chris simply placed his grip harder over Tyler’s mouth and held his cock tighter, it became engorged as he pumped it, eventually allowing Tyler a breath through his fingers but just a little one, as he soon replaced the clamp over Tyler’s mouth again, Tyler went back to being still more determined not to struggle, Chris watched with amusement he knew exactly what Tyler was doing, he’d done the same thing when he was subbing in the past. He was enjoying his new power, he just wished his own cock was free so that he could wank off or get Tyler to suck his cock, but thinking like that wouldn’t help him now, he had a cop to control.

He continued his breath control on Tyler for a little while longer, he could feel Tyler was getting closer and closer to blowing his load. He released his hand off Tyler’s cock and mouth when he felt that Tyler was about to explode.

“You need to ask permission to cum. Are you going to ask?” Chris asked.

“Please let me cum Sir.” Tyler asked instantly, his cock was hanging there throbbing and leaking loads of precum onto the bench.

“You do not have permission to cum. However I’m going to give you a choice now boi, what you choose is up to you. Cum now without permission and face the consequences or you can try and hold it” Tyler pumped the air instinctively **** to cum. He knew one more touch of Chris’s hand and he wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore. He took some deep breaths trying to squeeze his prostate so that he didn’t explode everywhere. “Ok Sir. I understand.” He stated as Chris slipped his lubed up hand back to stroke Tyler’s cock.