Chris Returns

Chris opened the door to find Dean removing the strap from his left arm with his right " Chris rushed up to him, pushing Tyler aside at the same time. pinning Deans hand down to the chair and reattaching it

Dean yelled and struggled as Chris **** his hand back into the mitt and strapped it down. "Hey, what the fuck, Chris?" He looked past Chris as Tylers form lying on the floor. "What the fuck is going on here?"

"I'm not sure you want to know, or need to for that matter”

Dean flexed and strained against the leather straps making them creak. "What? You fucking nuts? You siding with the cop against us?" Dean looked confused for the moment "If you are, why the fuck did he just **** himself?"

"No I'm siding with myself against us, look man, its complicated, I don't like how things were being handled. It's nothing personal, I'm just taking charge of the things I need to to get what I want. I'm sure you understand"

"No, Chris, I dont fucking understand. All I know is you been acting wierd since this fucking copper came along!"

"HAHA, he gave me a an idea on how to get control, and I liked it. So I decided that I wanted to watch all of you kneeling infront of me. So will you submit?"

"Do I have a choice?" Dean looked down at the restraints "Yeah, I guess I will...on one condition."

"Oh yeah? what's that?"

"I get the copper. He's a horny fucker, rubbe seriously turns him on and I can have a lot of fun with him"

"no deal, that snivelling little fuckker's mine." Chris looked down at Tyler who was kneeling and worried about what Chris was going to do to him.

"you can use him as you would any prospect"

Dean grinned - that gave him a lot of leeway. "Deal - fuck that copper is going to wish he'd never locked me in this"

"Alright then, I'm in - come on, let me out of this thing"

Hmm thought Chris, Dean was the one he trusted most out of the gang. "Alright mate. But you submit to me as soon as you're out"

Chris removed the straps from Dean's legs and then his wrists. Tyler was useless still quivering in the corner "can I help boss?"

Chris told him to fetch a couple of beers for Dean and himself, and Tyler scampered off

Dean slowly stood up, his muscles aching from the cock milking and the dildo. He put his cock away and then zipped up the arse zip. He then took a couple of steps towards Chris and held a hand out for the beer. "Wow you got him pretty well trained"

"Yeah pretty amazing how quickly he's become a sub. Imagine Skinboss being like that." Chris took a swig from his beer, as he handed Dean his own.

Dean chuckled "I couldnt imagine that." He took a swig from the beer "Fuck, man, I needed that. The damn chair really takes it out of you"

"I can imagine, I think Tyler used to be a pretty mean top. He must've had some top left in him." Chris laughed sinking the rest of his beer "Now don't you have something to do doing?" Said Chris to Dean. Tyler crept back in the room standing quietly in the corner observing what was about to happen. Dean finished his beer and dropped to his knees infront of Chris, his skinhead bowed down to Chris's boots his tongue came out and started to worship Chris's boots. Chris stepped his foot back and swapped it for the other one, Dean getting really into it. Chris was however starting to feel light headed.