What's going on?

Tyler staggered forwards, unsure of where he was or what was going on. He tried to talk to Chris, but he didn't get a reply and Chris had him in a solid transport grip, so he couldn't do anything but move where he was directed. He heard a door opening - sounded like a garage door - and then he was moved forward before the door closed behind them. Judging from the echoes, he reckoned they were in a garage or lock up.

"Alright, Chris, it's not too late to get out of this. I'm willing to just chalk this down to you being a hothead, if you let me go right now."

There was silence from Chris but he released his grip. Tyler stood up fully, sure that Chris was co-operating and then collapsed as Chris punched him in the stomach. With the wind knocked out of him, Tyler collapsed onto the floor. As he did, Chris quickly used the leg restraints to secure his ankles and knees together and then went to grab some other things that he would need.

Tyles was still swearing and gasping for breath as Chris returned. He could feel the skinhead close to him and he felt the spandex hood being rolled up.

"Yeah, that's right, you've had your fun, Chris, now let me the fuck out."

Chris didn't reply and Tyler heard a small crack and could smell something pungent. His head whirled and he passed out.

When he woke up, he shook his head to clear it, and found he was stood upright. He was still uniformed, but he was stood spreadeagled with his arms and ankles chained to steel support pillars. Around his neck was a thick leather collar and he was gagged with a red ball gag. He could see all this clearly in the mirror opposite him. Tyler tried to stay calm and looked around. The room was kitted out like a bondage den, with items of furniture and bondage and fetish gear hanging on the walls. As he looked around, he found himself getting horny and he wished he was the one with someone chained up and helpless