Converting the captive

Chris closed the door to the cellar carefully and headed upstairs back to where Tyler was locked in his cage.

Picking up the bag he went upstairs, Tyler was still in his cage, he must've heard Chris come back in because he suddenly started mumbling into the gag.

"All in good time boi" Chris said in a commanding voice, he slowly opened the zip on the bag, Tyler's apprehension building as he heard the zip sliding open. Chris pulled out his clippers and laid them on the bed, he also pulled out a heavy metal chain, this thing weighed about 2 kilos and had a massive padlock, it was about 19inches long, long enough for around Tyler's neck, but that would go on shortly. Chris was moving stuff around loudly knowing that Tyler's head would be racing listening to all of this stuff getting moved around. Finally he pulled out Tyler's new clothes, white shiny Nike trackies, arsenal footie sox, an England football shirt, a white tracksuit hoody, a tn cap and matching white air max tn's, he was going to look like the chavviest chav once Chris was finished with him.

Chris piled the new kit on the bed and carefully zipped the bag back up putting it away and keeping Tyler on edge, he walked over to the grumbling cop and unlocked the cage door, releasing The shackles from the side bars of the cage, Tyler stretched his legs as much as he could with them still touching each other, finally Chris unhooked Tyler's head harness and grabbing him by the leather strap on the front of the straight jacket he pulled him forward. Tyler was pleased just to move, his muscles were stiff from being locked up for so long. But if he thought he was out of a cage for good he was mistaken, as Chris pulled him to the other side of the playroom to the dog kennel cage. Opening the door with a creak Chris pushed Tyler infront of it with his back to it. "Kneel!" Ordered Chris, Tyler hesitated, "don't make me make you!" Tyler dropped to his knees, awkwardly as the chains and lack of arms didn't allow him to balance. Once kneeling Tyler was motioned back so his feet went into the cage and Chris pushed him bent over, "move slowly backwards boi and watch your head".

Tyler moved backwards into the cage, Chris opened up the cage door so Tyler's head would fit through the circular neck hole of the cage. Tyler must've realised what was happening by now as when he was moved into position by Chris' firm grip he did so compliantly. With the slip of two padlocks Tyler was positioned kneeling in the cage, his head protruding from the end of it. He adjusted himself slightly, so he could take more weight on his knees, his torso still locked In the straight jacket. He was glad that he had gone for the deluxe model with a leather padded floor, he must've felt rich that month or somehow known that one day he would have this fate, he laugh but now was not the time, he was wondering what Chris was planning.

Chris started to unbuckle the head harness leaving the blindfold in place the harness dropped to the floor. Tyler stretched his mouth, it was aching from the ball gag, he'd been dribbling a bit in it and his subtle stubbly beard was moist. "Keep still boi, you don't want me to fuck this next bit up or you'll look stupid" Chris laughed

"What the fuck are you on about?" Tyler replied

"You'll see" Chris ginned at the cop locked beneath him. With that the clippers hummed into action.

"No no no!" Tyler recognised the sound instantly, he spent a lot of money getting his hair cut professionally and prided himself on always having a scissor cut. It was no use fighting it though, as Chris held his head firm and ran the clippers straight down the side above his right ear, the hair fell to the floor.

"I said keep still!" Chris ordered as Tyler continued his useless struggle. Chris worked both sides removing all the hair back to Tyler's now bald head, except a 1.5 inch wide strip straight down the middle from forehead to neck. Chris had left it Tyler's usual 2 inch length, so when he applied the Dax wax it stood up nice and high.

"Very nice! Said Chris when he'd completed it. "You look like a right little cunt. It's longer than I would've had, but I ain't as much of a cunt as you" Chris laughed.

"Fuck you" Tyler replied, "let me see it"

"All in good time! You've got some other stuff to out on first." Chris took the rest of Tyler's new clothes off the bed where they'd been placed and slipped them in the cage with him. Then leaning into the cage he removed the leg cuffs from Tyler's ankles and then unbuckled the straight jacket, it fell to the padded floor of the cage and Chris pulled it out. Tyler's hands went straight for the blindfold. "STOP!" Ordered Chris, "you remove that when you're given permission. And not before"

Tyler's hands dropped back into the cage. Chris opened the neck hole in the door to allow Tyler to retract his head into the cage. "Pull your head in," Chris ordered "now I want you to pick up each item of clothing infront of you and put it on, I will tell you what it is so you don't go trying to put your legs through a Tshirt arm."

Tyler's hands fell on the nylon gear infront of him, his heart sank at the thought of wearing such subby clothes, at least last time he wore this kind of stuff he was asleep and didn't remember any of it.

He put his hands on the first item,

"Trackie bottoms" announced Chris, they were very silky with a netting inside, Tyler struggled to get them on in such a small space, his feet kept getting caught on the internal netting and they felt weird over the carrera belt, sliding over it easily, nylon over metal. He reached forward for the next.

"Socks" Chris said, "they're footie sox actually so you'll need to much them up around your hand first to get them on." Tyler followed the order, his feet soon encased, with the excess material gathering around the elasticated bottoms of the trackies. He put his hands on the trainers next, Chris kept quiet, if the dumb cunt couldn't work out what to do with them then what was the point. Tyler impressed, he slid air max TNs on with ease and picked up the England T shirt.

"Pull it over your head, middle hole, I'll let you know if it's the right way round" Tyler did as instructed, "spin it round boi" ordered Chris. "Good lad, that's it" Tyler slipped his arms into it, it stretched tightly over his muscular physique. Finally Tyler picked up the hoody, he could feel the zip, and the hood. "It's a hooded top, you've got the right sleeve on your right hand" Chris advised, and Tyler slipped the nylon/polyester mix over the football top and zipped it halfway, the hood rode up the back of his neck. "Anything else?" Asked Tyler defeatedly

Two items, first would ruin your hair so we won't use that right now, second you'll need to move to the front of the cage for. Tyler shuffled forward, Chris leant in and placed the cold heavy chain around Tyler's neck, and Tyler heard the big click of the padlock. It was a massive weight around his thick muscular neck. With that click Chris clipped the back of then blindfold and pulled it out of the cage, the light flooded into Tyler's eyes and he squinted looking down at himself in his new gear. As his eyes became accustomed to the light he caught sight of himself in the mirror on the opposite wall. A big beefy collared bloke with a ridiculous Mohawk, dressed in white Chav kit head to toe. What had he become, a tear almost rolled out of his eye. He was defeated.

Chris Sensed Tyler's defeat and opened the cage door, "out you come boi." Tyler crawled out on all fours towards Chris who was now sat on the bed. Tyler bowed his head and placed it in Chris's lap. "Good boi" said Chris "good boi."