Reality hits

Tyler was held there for 6 hours. Immobile as Dean removed the hood, The light blinding Tyler he realised the shop was now closed, "you ok mate?" Said Dean. Tyler looked around, his headspace was fucked. "You get yourself cleaned up mate, I'll tidy the kit away"

Tyler nodded and stumbled off to the changing rooms. He used the small shower there to clean the muck off himself then came back out with only his bleachers on. He walked up to Dean, grinned, then got an all fours to lick his boots "thanks, bruv"

"You're welcome bruv" replied Dean. "Best get the rest of your kit on. I'll talk to Skinboss about making you a fixture in the shop mate, we did roaring sales!"

Tyler blanched at the thought of being trapped in the suit again. He hadn't realised that Skinboss owned the shop. He gig the rest if his gear on & checked the recurring he had made - totally useless - dammit. He headed back outside. "You up for a beer bruv?"

"Yeah mate for sure," Dean said not realising that Tyler's precious submissiveness was a set up for lulling Dean into a false Sense of security

Dean closed up the shop, and they headed out to the Kings arms. Tyler less worried this time about being seen in his new kit.

Tyler led the way into the pub and ordered two beers. He clinked glasses with Dean and he downed the beer in seconds. "fuck, got to replace some fluids." He ordered another one after checking with Dean to see if he wanted one. The next one went down fast as well. He ordered a third, already feeling a warm buzz. "Fuck i should have done this years ago, bro"

"You were probably only lieing to yourself for all those years ;) " Dean smirked, Dean lent in after the second pint. "Fuck you're a sexy cunt. I would love to fuck you again. Reckon we could keep it between us?"

Tyler was already on his fourth pint "fuck yeah, bro. Did you not get those hints from earlier?" Tyler laughed and drained his pint. As he did so he caught a glimpse of hi-viz jackets from the door to the pub. Two PCs were stood there - both being people he worked with and who would recognise him instantly. " Fuck, bruv. I got to get out of here. They can't see me. You get me out of here and you can fucking do anything you want."

Dean liked a challenge, "I'll go talk to them and distract them. You can sneak out of the back door." He downed his pint and walked balshily up to the cops his jacket slung over his shoulder.

Tyler waited until Dean was chatting to the two coppers, then headed to the door as casually as he could. His head was spinning a bit, but he managed to get there without attracting any attention and he slipped outside. The cool air outside hit him and he realised how fact the 4 beers had gone down and that he was a bit drunk. He found a dark corner to lean against and so was out of sight when the second pair of PCs walked around the corner. One of them he recognised - Davison: a cocky son of a bitch who had hated Tyler from the moment they met. He would love to bring Tyler down. He had ****, he kept still and quiet and hoped they didn't notice him

"Alright officers" Dean said in a loud voice. "All good?"

"Fuck off skin!" They replied.

"Alright, alright" Dean replied "just being polite," he walked off seeing Tyler had escaped.