Tylers place

Chris pulls up to Tyler's place, it's early evening, as he gets out of the car he checks himself in the reflection in the car door, the jacket is looking good, he thinks as he looks at his capped head and jacketed body in the reflection. He walks up the drive hitops crunching on the gravel, he gets to the front door and knocks on it. Only polite since he's arriving invited this time.

Tyler heard the knock and opened the door. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He glared at Chris and stood to one side to let him in. "I suppose you think this is clever,". He led Chris isn't the sitting room and turned to face him, arms folded "so - what do you want to know?"

Chris replied honestly, "well I'm kind of new to this so I don't know, I've always been a sub, but am developing a Dom streak, so I need to learn how to control someone, especially someone who doesn't want to be controlled, you're a cop, basically you do that for a living, so show me"

Tyler sighed "right. First thing is to take control - always keep higher than the sub. If you sit, he kneels or crawls. Use restraints to remove his ability to fight back. Second, use fetish gear to arouse him and then control him b making him addicted to it. Third, use chastity to control his orgasms"

Chris smiled, "that all makes sense to me, thank you. Can you show me how to use cuffs? I've only ever cuffed up a few of my mates and I know I probably wasn't doing it right, you can cuff me but explain as you're doing it." Chris knowing he still has the upper hand and nothing to fear from a bit more submission.

'Tyler fetched a set of rigid cuffs and demonstrated his to carry and store then the right way around for ease if use. He then showed Chris the right way to apply them, both front and back, and then showed him the safe way to remove them. Warming to his subject he showed Chris how to apply **** shackles, prisoner transport chains and heavy irons, The transport irons looked good on Chris as he smiled from under his cap, hands cuffed at his waist, chain leading down to the leg cuffs as Tyler was at his feet applying heavy irons to his ankles. Tyler stood up and looked at Chris,

"You look good being locked up like that" Tyler's own cock growing in his pants, getting his Dom feelings back, he almost forgot what Chris had over him. Chris had kind of forgotten too, he was liking the attention Tyler was giving him, what he liked about The Boss originally, Tyler stood behind Chris feeling around him rubbing his jacket and groping his arse, it was then that he noticed the patch on Chris' sleeve,

"What's this?" Tyler said pointing,

"Umm I'm a member of a skin gang" said Chris thinking nothing of it.

Tyler turned white suddenly realising who's boy he had been playing with. Having flashbacks to when he had him over a bench, he could get into even more trouble, not just at work for getting involved in an organised crime gang, but also with his mate, Skinboss, his mate on Recon, he was always looking for a way to top Tyler, and this might be it.

Tyler tried to act casual "That expains the haircut - what happened to the Mohawk?"

"Part of my initiation" Chris replied casually, Tyler walked around the front of Chris and checked the restraints were locked properly. He stood face to face with Chris, trying to hatch his own plan, maybe he could take Chris in to the station after all, he had a corners gang member right here, it would give him kudos at work. He just needed to get Chris' phone off him and delete those pics. "Wait here mate, I'm just going to get something"

Tyler walked out of the room, he needed to think, and seeing a horny lad cuffed in his living room was making his cock hard and clouding his judgement.

Tyler adjusted his cock and tried to think straight. He thought Chris's phone might be in his jacket, so he just needed to get that off him. He grabbed something and then headed back. "Of course, if you want to seriously stop someone from fighting back, you put them in one of these." He held up the thick, heavy straitjacket. "What do you think?"

"Oh that looks awesome mate, I'd love to see how you put that on someone."

"It's pretty easy, but we need a mirror so you can see properly, let's head upstairs and can see if there's any other kit you want to try on"

Tyler led Chris upstairs, enjoying the way the younger man had to struggle to take the stairs "Come ON, boi" he snapped. He chuckled to himself as Chris had to slowly edge up the stairs. When he was two stairs down, he leant forward, grabbed the waist chain and jerked sharply, pulling Chris up the last couple of stairs and making him crash to his knees as he overbalanced. "That's where a boi should be. Now crawl." Turning away, he walked into the playroom trusting Chris would follow him, Chris followed on his knees, the chains were heavy and the climb up the stairs had tired him slightly, but he was enjoying himself, still not suspicious of what was happening. He got into the playroom and went to stand.

"Stay kneeled! And face the wall" ordered Tyler. Then in a lighter voice, he said, " see that's how you control someone, give them no option but to comply"

He Chuckled as he bent to undo the chains on Chris. "Now take off your jacket and stand up." He shook out the straight jacket and prepared to slide it over Chris' upper body. Chris looked at himself and the jacket in the mirror, he'd not taken it off since he had got it, and looked puzzled as to why it couldn't fit in the straight jacket, but he was keen to try it on, so slipped the jacket off and casually threw it over a chest of drawers, he stepped forward, sliding his arms into the sleeves of the jacket "how would you get this on someone who was struggling?" He asked

"You need two people" said Tyler as he casually pulled the jacket onto Chris. "You **** one arm at a time into the jacket. Then you can pull it on them and strap up the rear straps." He demonstrated as he did so, strapping the jacket as tightly in place as possible. "You then wrap their arms around then and through the side straps. Then tighten the crotch straps and they're fucked." He stood back looking at the restrained Chris. "Just like you are." Tyler went over and picked up Chris' phone and pressed the start button. "Are you going to give me the code?"

Chris struggled in the jacket, he lost his cool completely "what the fuck, let me out of this, he went to sept forward and tripped on the heavy ankle cuffs, falling to the floor.

"aww careful, Chris, you might injure yourself." Tyler casually opened up Chris's phone and tried to put in a password. When he didn't succeed, he looked down at the restrained man sprawling on the floor. "Oh well, if you're going to be difficult..." Tyler took out his own phone and made a call. " Dave, I have a phone I need a password for. Can I give you the number? Thanks." Tyler read out Chris's number "How long? Great I'll wait for your call." He crouched down by Chris. "So, you little turd. When he calls back, I have the password to your phone and then I'll delete everything on it -- and then you will be spending a LONG time in prison"

Chris looked defeated for a second, "I'm sorry, I know what it is to be Dom now. Not to take any shit from anyone.Just like you don't." Then he smiled. "I presume you're trying to delete those pics.... Do you think I'm dumb enough not to make a copy?"

Tyler stopped short and paused - he had assumed that Chris was too dumb to make a copy. "Of course not. But I'm going to find pictures on here that will allow me to get a search warrant for your property. Then I'll search there and seize your computer -- and the copies." He looked at Tyler triumphantly

"True, but won't they be admitted into evidence, then everyone will see them, they'll even be on the public record?" Chris looked thoughtfully, "now quick pissing about, let me out of this jacket and the cuffs and we'll talk about things like adults"

"You think I'll be entering them in as evidence? Not a chance." Tyler was interrupted as his phone called. He nodded and entered a code into Chris' phone and soon he was checking through everything on the lads phone. "Wow, you fucking little pervert. Oh look - some pictures of me....not any more." He chuckled and laughed at Chris and then suddenly stopped laughing. He had come across a version of Recon and when he did he saw that Chris was a friend of Skinboss. Tyler knew he had to tread very carefully. He put the phone down, unaware that he had opened a Skype session with Skinboss. "Alright then, Chris. I'll help you if you delete those pictures." he started to undo the straps Chris was relieved when the phone was out of Tyler's hands, the straight jacket took an age to come off and Tyler then removed the ankle cuffs too.

"Glad to see you came to your senses" said Chris. They both sat in the playroom unaware that they were being listened to intently, not by skinboss, but by Dave who had access to skinboss's computer, and was also a sub that Tyler used frequently.