Not yet ... hopefully

Alex realised that he may have gone too far, but before he tried to remove the hood, he thought it through. This could be perfect - he could watch what was going on in the bar and no-one could see his face. This guy may have given him exactly what he needed to keep watch.

"No, no, I'm OK with this."

"Good. Now I think you're looking much better, and I'm feeling thirsty. I'm betting you're heating up as well. So it's time to get a drink."

Alex could feel the sweat inside the rubber and he nodded.

"Yes, I think that's a good idea." He had been thinking of a way to get back into the bar area, so this was exactly what he had planned.

"Good. Come along, slave." With that, the man clipped a heavy chain leash to the front of Alex's collar and with a jerk pulled him towards the door.

"What.. slave?"

The man turned and smiled "You're hooded, collared and rubbered - I think 'slave' is a good description, don't you?"

"Umm, well, I guess so."

"Good. Now shut up, SLAVE, and follow me." He jerked on the chain again and Alex obediently followed him back out to the main bar area. The man strode up to the bar and ordered 2 bottles of beer. he handed one to Alex.

"Drink up, slave."

"Well, actually, I ..."

"I said, DRINK UP SLAVE."

Alex took a sip of the beer, determined to take it slow. The man glared at him. "Is my beer not good enough for you? Are you looking to be punished, slave?"