Not yet ... hopefully

Alex realised that he may have gone too far, but before he tried to remove the hood, he thought it through. This could be perfect - he could watch what was going on in the bar and no-one could see his face. This guy may have given him exactly what he needed to keep watch.

"No, no, I'm OK with this."

"Good. Now I think you're looking much better, and I'm feeling thirsty. I'm betting you're heating up as well. So it's time to get a drink."

Alex could feel the sweat inside the rubber and he nodded.

"Yes, I think that's a good idea." He had been thinking of a way to get back into the bar area, so this was exactly what he had planned.

"Good. Come along, ****." With that, the man clipped a heavy chain leash to the front of Alex's collar and with a jerk pulled him towards the door.

"What.. ****?"

The man turned and smiled "You're hooded, collared and rubbered - I think '****' is a good description, don't you?"

"Umm, well, I guess so."

"Good. Now shut up, ****, and follow me." He jerked on the chain again and Alex obediently followed him back out to the main bar area. The man strode up to the bar and ordered 2 bottles of beer. he handed one to Alex.

"Drink up, ****."

"Well, actually, I ..."

"I said, DRINK UP ****."

Alex took a sip of the beer, determined to take it slow. The man glared at him. "Is my beer not good enough for you? Are you looking to be punished, ****?"