Tyler's new place

Tyler went and got a couple of beers and then returned. "So, who's this bloke you want to take down?" He had a couple of sips from his beer while he waited for Chris' explanation. "He's the boss of the gang, evil skinhead called skinboss, he's been running the gang for years. But needs to be taken down a peg or two, he had me locked in chastity for 6 months without cumming, I want him to know what it feels like. Once I've got him to submit I think I can take over the other gang members are all dumb cunts and all need teaching a lesson or two, only guy I trust is my mate Dave, but he's a little pup but just about to be made skinboss's new bitch. I wanna protect him."

Chris didn't realise is that Dave didn't want to be protected, he'd been coveting Chris' position as alpha boi since he joined. He wanted to be owned, just like Chris once thought he did.

Tyler tried to sound casual "All sounds possible. I got no idea who these people are, but shouldn't be too difficult to get this Skinboss and lock him up. I didn't realise how ambitious you were." Tyler moved uncomfortably. "I need to piss." He left his half empty beer on the table and went off to the bathroom.

Chris picked up his phone but knocked the end call function as he picked it up. He scrolled through the pics, Tyler had deleted them, dumb can't doesn't know how to use a phone though thought Chris, as he opened the deleted folder and undeleted the select pics of Tyler. He really should have made copies. He picked up his jacket and put it back on, along with his cap which had fallen off on the struggle. He picked up Tyler's beer and finished it too. He might need some Dutch courage for what he was about to do.

Tyler wandered back in and looked surprised to see Chris stood up. "You off then?" He reached for his beer and saw that it was already finished. "Damn." Without waiting for a rpely, he went and got another bottle. With the fridge open he called out "You want another one?"

"Yeah mate, sounds good." Shouted Chris as he picked up Tyler's leather utility belt, he took the cuffs off it and pocket them in his jacket pocket, slipping the key in the arm pocket. "When are you next on duty?" He shouted down to Tyler, as he scouted round for other kit he would need to take down Tyler.

"Day off tomorrow, back in on Wednesday" Tyler shouted back. He walked into the lounge with the two pints of beer just as Chris appeared behind him grinning, he sat down on the leather sofa and sprawled out, Chris walked over the the window and looked out at the garden. With a yawn Tyler turned on the widescreen TV built into the opposite wall. For some reason, the thought that Chris still had him over a barrel left him calm - as he could do nothing about it, there was no point in worrying.

Chris however was restless because he was about to take down his first top, looking out over the garden he took a massive gulp of beer and put the glass on the window sill. His hand in his jacket pocket fingering the steel Hiatt cuffs. Tyler looked over at the back of Chris, admiring the way the trackies ran into the hitops, his arse under the trackies was exposed by the high back of the jacket and the cap was perched on his head. But thought wouldn't catch me in that kind of kit.

"You alright mate?" Said Tyler, "yeah not bad, just thinking" replied Chris.

"What's that at the end of your garden?" Chris said pointing with his free hand.

Tyler looked out at the well sculpted garden. "oh just an old shed. I don't know why I still have it there because I have all my tools in the annex downstairs. I meant to knock it down ages ago"

"There's a downstairs?" enquired Chris

"Yeah it's nothing special, just like the tools just, you know, gardening tools. Nothing very exciting." Tyler finished his second beer and turned back towards Chris. He looked at the chav gear and shuddered - both at the implications of it and the photo of himself wearing it that Chris had taken yesterday. That got him thinking about the rubber shorts and his mind soon turned to Dean and his proposition. Tyler idly looked at his watch....was he seriously thinking of taking Dean up on his offer? Surely not!

"Oh, thought you'd have a lot more exciting stuff" Chris chuckled, sure that there's something that Tyler isn't telling him about this mystery cellar. He downed his beer and moved onto the sofa next to Tyler with his right hand still on the cuffs. He placed his left hand on Tyler's muscular leg, "nice muscles mate" Tyler looked at the misplaced hand, tempted to whack it away instead he found himself reciprocating placing his hand on Tyler's trackies, the nylon felt smooth, and kind of Horny.

Chris turned his head to face Tyler and leaned in for a kiss, Tyler closed his eyes and leaned forward, his hand massaging Chris' muscles through the shiny nylon. He was surprising himself - he never got romantic like this and he wondered what the hell was happening to him, Chris snogged him back keeping an eye open to check Tyler had his closed, removing his hand form Tyler's leg it moved up to his neck and Tyler began snogging him back passionately. Chris' other hand with the cuffs in it came out of his pocket and with a quick movement he slammed the ratchet against Tyler's wrist, the clasp spun all the way round and locked, Tyler backed up from the kiss in surprise, Chris' other hand pulled Tyler's neck down into Chris' lap as Chris wrenched Tyler's arm around and in a hook up Tyler's muscular back,

"Other hand in the small of your back mate"

Tyler grunted in surprise and tensed up as Chris smoothly locked the cuff around one wrist. He tried to resist, but Chris evilly twisted the cuff and with a curse, Tyler pushed the other hand into the small of his back. In seconds, his hands were secured behind him, back to back. He knew with his fingers facing away from the keyholes, he wouldnt be able to get the cuffs off even if he could get hold of a key. He looked up at Chris. "You little shit, what the hell is this?"

"You taught me how to Dom, and I need to keep you where you can be trusted, under my control. Now first rule is you need to be lower than me so on the floor"

Tyler snarled a curse at Chris and went to stand up. To his surprise, Chris snapkicked him in the back of the knees and he crashed to the floor. He couldn't break his fall because his hands were locked behind him and he let out a gasp of breath as he slammed against the floor. Before he could do anything else, Chris was on top of him. The smaller man reached into his boot and pulled out a knife. Tyler tried to gasp for mercy, but before he could Chris slid it under Tylers shirt and started to cut it off him.

"Subs don't wear normal clothes, do they?" he said.

Soon Tyler was lying on the floor, naked and handcuffed, Chris looked down at Tyler's broad shoulders and back, the cuffs straining as his muscular body was so wide he really needed a longer chain. Tyler laying on the floor infront of him, Chris pulled his chin up to get a good look at Tyler's face. Then pushed his face to the floor by Chris' Adidas hi tops, "fucking service them boi" he was enjoying this.

Tyler twisted his face away from the hi tops. "No - I don't do that." Chris responded by pushing his hi tops against Tylers face. Tyler yelled and shouted, but as he did his lips were **** against the trainers and it looked just as though he was kissing them,

"Lick it... Boi" Chris ordered as Tyler tried to pull back Chris worked the toe of the shoe against Tyler's lips and was working it into his mouth. "I said lick it! Or I start taking more pics for my collection"

Tyler tried to **** his mouth closed, but Chris **** the toe into his mouth and he couldn't pull his head back far enough to get off it. He wasn't licking the trainer, but the hi top was keeping his mouth open, so he was drooling on it helplessly, "You're getting them all wet boi, best lick up your slobber, I want them clean not wet!"

Tyler groaned and as Chris got the iPhone out, he started to lick the trainer clean,

"Good lad!" Chris took some shots anyway, but had silenced the clicker so Tyler wouldn't know. Chris reached into his other pocket and pulled out some transport irons. He slipped the hi top off and knelt down infront of Tyler's face. Opening the top of the trainer he slid the tongue under his chin, opening the top Tyler's face was fully immersed in the shoe.

"Breathe that in boi, get used to it!" Chris proceeded to shackle Tyler's legs with a chain linking up to the cuffs, he then put a leather transport belt which was placed around his muscular waist, attached the cuffs to it behind Tyler's back.

Tyler tried not to breathe in, but couldn't stop himself and soon he was immersed in the smell of Chris's feet. He couldn't see much of what was going on, but he kicked out as he felt metal shackles going around each ankle. As Chris secured them to the cuffs, Tyler had to bend his legs and he realised he would not be able to stand up properly with them on. He felt the thick leather belt go around his waist and groaned wishing he had not bought the high quality version - it was 4 " wide like a weightlifting belt and was secured at the front with 2 thick padlocks. He felt the cuffs secured to the back of it/ Although he struggled, he knew that his heavily muscled, hairy form was effectively controlled. As he realised this, he also realised that his thick 9" cock was rising to its full size.

Chris rolled him over and made Tyler kneel, he shortened the chain linking the belt to the legcuffs with a padlock and left Tyler kneeling and cuffed with a massive hard on, in his own living room. All Tyler could think was I hope one of the neighbours doesn't see. This made his cock twitch even more. He could hear Chris rummaging around upstairs, whatever he came back with Tyler was not going to like, he knew it. He knew that these cuffs were inescapable when used this way. The rigid cuffs locked onto a metal frame on the back of the belt and needed 2 keys to unlock it. With the chain betwen ankles and belt shortened, he could not even stand up. Despite that he tried it - he couldn't get his knees halfway to being straightened up and he was incredibly unstable. When he thought about being seen by his neighbours he blushed - he would never live it down. he considered trying to draw the curtains, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. Tyler thought desperately - could he get to his phone? He might be able to. As he started to shuffle in that direction, he heard Chris coming back, so he got back into the position he had been left in.

Chris came back with a leather headharness muzzle, a blindfold and the straight jacket. "Thought you'd like to try these on boi". Tyler looked at the items and his eyes widened.

"You can't be serious. That's for serious subs. I don't want that shit on me!"

"Shut the fuck up" Chris approached Tyler with the blindfold, as Tyler struggled Chris have him a whack with his hand around the back of his head and pulled Tyler's face into his groin, pulling the blindfold on, the darkness heightened Tyler's other Senses, he could feel the smoothness of Chris's trackies and smell his cock through them, Tyler opened his mouth instinctively and started to try to suck on Chris cock, As the leather went on around Tylers eyes, he felt visually as well as physically helpless. His hands clenched and unclenched helplessly as Chris slapped him around the head and he heard the click as the blindfold was locked in place. He tried to open his eyes, but the pads inside the blindfold **** them shut. Then his face was **** against the shiny material of Chris' trackie trousers, He could smell Chris' groin and feel the hardness of his cock against Tylers face. He didn't know what possessed him, but he started to lick the solid mound hiding under the Chile 62 trousers and grunted with pleasure as he felt it swell.

Chris pulled him back by his hair and told him to be patient. With headharness in hand, he buckled the collar around Tyler's neck. Pulling the top strap over he buckled it on, pulling the two side straps up each had space for a padlock, but Tyler's hands would be going nowhere near this so there was no need thought Chris.

Tyler felt Chris' hand roughly pull him backwards by yanking on his thick, lush hair. He then felt the thick rasp of leather around his neck for the first time and groaned as his cock leaked precum onto the floor. Chris tightened the collar and Tyler realised why a collar was such a powerful symbol of submission. Now whatever he did, he would feel the thick solid layer around his throat. He opened his mouth as Chris pulled the muzzle on and the the integral ball gag slid into his mouth. As Chris tightened the straps, he was totally silenced -- and now realised that he had descended beyond the status of a boi, under the status of a sub. With no voice he was now less than human - nothing more than a sex object.

Chris walked around the back of Tyler and released his wrists from the cuffs, "hands on the back of your head!" he pushed each of Tyler's hands on the back of his head there was resistance but not as much as he thought. He did so knowing the chain would remain short between the belt and the legcuffs so Tyler had no way of getting up, and blindfolded he could not see to lash out, he was amazingly complaint Chris thought. He walked back around to Tyler's front. Picking up the straight jacket he held it out sleeves towards him and told Tyler "arms out straight infront of you!"

Tyler knew what was happening next -- and also knew that blindfolded there was nothing he could do about it. He groaned at his original decision to buy the top rated straitjacket -- the arm loops and front strap made it inescapable. He obeyed Chris and put his hands on his head and then when ordered put them out in front of him, expecting to soon feel the rasp of heavy canvas.

The heavy canvas slid over Tyler's hairy arms, it was heavier on than he ever thought, Chris quickly buckled Tyler's back up and pulled the arms around crossing them at the front. The buckle at the front was done up tightly and he pulled the leg straps through either side of Tyler's massive dripping cock. Chris removed the lock holding the chain short and helped Tyler to stand, he legs were still slightly bent but Chris motioned him forward. "We're going to use the stairs in a minute boi, I'll guide you up, but becareful, you're worth more to me alive than dead." Chris pushed Tyler forward roughly and he stumbled regaining his balance, he hobbled forward into the hallway and up the stairs.

Tyler never imagined how heavy the canvas would be. His arms were pinioned around him sooner than he thought possible and he grunted as Chris strapped him into total bondage. His cock was now leaking freely and bouncing in front of him obscenely. As he stood, the felt something drip onto his bar feeet and he realised it was precum from his cock. Totally helpless, he allowed Chris to lead him forward and slowly ascended the stairs to his playroom. Tyler was shocked - never before had he been aware of entering his playroom as a submissive and again he wondered how he had got to this place.

Once at the top, Chris pushed him into the spare room, and backed him into the standing cage. It was quite narrow and Tyler's muscly physique meant there wasn't much room to move when locked inside Tyler was facing out. His cock hanging out of the cage it was dribbling all over the padded rubber floor. Chris had another rummage and opened the drawer of chastity devices. Hmm which one he thought, looking over at the cock dripping outside of the bars.

Tyler tried to work out where he was. Chris pushed him somewhere, but blindfolded, he was unable to think what was going on. He could feel the chill of metal against his legs and there was clearly something solid behind him and to either side -- but he could still be in one of several places. His cock was still rockhard and leaking freely. Tyler suddenly wondered if Chris had put something in his beer - of course! that would explain why he was reacting this way - he had been ****, but wait he never left his drink unattended, and Chris finished his first beer. What was happening to him?

He selected a big belt for a big guy, there's no use breaking this one in gently thought Chris, and he pulled out a heavy cockcuff chastity belt, he slid it between the bars, "move your legs to each corner of the cage boi" he slipped the hook on top of the CB onto the cuff belt at the loop on the front, thus meant most of the weight would be taken by Tyler's waist rather than his cock and balls. Sliding Tyler's hard cock into the CB was hard, but the metal was cold and it slid in once Chris was patient, he ratchetted up the cuff behind Tyler's balls and double locked it. He stood back and admired his handiwork.

TYler moved his legs as ordered, wondering what the hell was going on. He felt the metal tube that Chris was trying to put on him and realised that it was a cock cuff. He tried to pull away, but the cage was tight behind him - he now realised where he was. The chill of the steel cuff had an affect on his cock and soon Chris was able to push it partway onto his cock. In minutes, his cock had shrunk enough for the cuff to go completely on and Tyler then felt it locked in place. He bowed his head - another mark of the **** was on him -- he was now chaste.

Chris leant into the cage and released both sets of cuffs from the belt, pulling them out he attached some leg shackles to each of Tyler's legs, with the chain gone, Tyler could stand up straight, but it wasn't much use, he wasn't going very far. The new legcuffs were fastened to each side of the cage, Chris reached up and hooked the top of the headharness to the top of the cage, further restricting Tyler's movement. Chris stepped back to admire his handiwork, he picked up his phone and took another pic.

Tyler felt the leg irons being released and thought he would have some movement. He groaned as the shackles were locked on and his legs were spread apart. He tried to move and found his head was affixed as well, He groaned, his cock trying to grow in the cockcuff. He twisted and shook angrily, but was totally helpless to do anything more than that

Chris took his chance to take a proper inventory of Tyler's kit. And decided he needed more of his own chav kit to complete Tyler's submission.

Tyler felt the front of the cage close tight against him and realised where he was. he had so many times locked a sub in here, and had imagined what it felt like - and now he realised he had been wrong. He was totally helpless, unable to move and completely at the mercy of the man with the keys. He marvelled that in only 24 hours, Chris had gone from fucktoy to being totally in charge. As the long wait started, he could feel his cock trying to swell and winced as it pinched inside the cockcuff.

Chris picked up a large empty black hold all, and checking on Tyler one last time,

"Yep definitely secure he said" Tyler frustrated tried rattling the cage, he was too well secured and only his ankle cuffs made a sound. Chris smiled and leaving Tyler locked in the cage, headed back to his apartment to get some kit for Tyler's transformation.