Tyler's collared

The beefy cop is cuffed and at waist height to Chris, who stands infront of him, Tyler snarls at him, "get these cuffs off me!" Chris smiles, "not yet mate I've got stuff we need to do discuss first."

Tyler hunks about headbutting the chav, and making a run for it, but he's on his bike, cuffed with no keys, he'd be best to play along at least until he can get some kind of advantage. "Well you wanted to meet, what's this proposition."

"I'm sure you noticed I'm locked?" Says Chris as he motions towards the bulge in his trackies, which Tyler had when he last fucked him. Tyler nods as Chris continues to explain. "Well I want out of my boss's control, and need help to do that, and think you'd be the guy to help me"

"Why would I do that?" Responded Tyler

"Because my boss is someone who would be of interest to you in a professional way, and I want out" retorted Chris. "I'm not giving further details til I know you're interested?"

Tyler pondered for a moment, he was intrigued, this lad had the balls to accost him and manipulate he situation so far, he could be useful, and the information he was offering if it was beneficial career wise could be good, he needed that jump up the ladder.

"I'd be interested in owning you boi." Tyler responded, unsure if that was really how it should go, considering he was handcuffed, sitting on a toilet his eyes crotch level to the boi he had just agreed to own.

Chris smiled down at Tyler, "we can discuss full terms once those cuffs are off you, but that won't be until I've had some fun"

Confused Tyler looked up at the chav, he flexed his hands but the cuffs were holding his wrists firmly. "what do you mean by fun?"

"you may get your chance to be my boss, but at the moment I think you'll find I'm the one in charge." grabbing the back of Tylers head, he pulled the cops face into his groin, Tyler could feel the hard device through the lads trackies, he inhaled smelling the lads sweaty groin, and got s stirring in his own groin, it would be working against his boxers and Jeans, and would need adjusting soon, he turned his head to look up at Chris' face, as he looked up he realised what a sub position he was in, the capped lad lording it over him. Tyler decided to play along, what the hell, he'd get out eventually, "Yes Sir" he said.

Grabbing the collar Chris lifted it up and buckled it around Tylers Neck. Tyler didn't resist, it had been years since he'd been in a collar but he was interested to see what this guy was capable of, the fact that his cock was locked put Tyler at ease, what was he going to do? "How does that feel Boss?" asked Chris.

"Not bad boi," Tyler replied, " though we need to be careful out here in public." Tyler was concerned about someone coming in and catching them, if the cops were called he could get into a lot of trouble.

"Oh, want to take the discussion elsewhere?" asked Chris, Tyler nodded. Taking his cue, Chris pulled Tyler up by the collar and out of the stall, he pushed him forward and into the rest of the washouse. Picking the bikers helmet off the side, he pulled it over Tylers head and buckled it up. Walking Tyler out into the car park Chris pushed him towards the WRX, popping the boot Chris pushed a cooperative Tyler into the boot. Tyler wasn't sure what was happening to him. Why was he being such a pushover for this lad? He soon found himself cuffed and locked in the boot of the lads car. Chris had taken the keys for Tylers bike off him, and walking over to the bike he placed them ontop of the wheel, walking back to the car, he text Dave "Another favour mate, can you arrange to pick up a R6 from the Rugby Club and deliver it to the address you sent me earlier. Keys are on the front wheel. Thanks" Chris got in the car, started up and revved the engine. Now to have his fun.