Punk

Tyler stared at himself, the strip of hair down the centre of his head something that he would never be able to explain at work. He grunted angrily at Chris, the drool freely running down from the ball gag.

"What's that, copper, you agree with me? I knew you would."

Chris stepped away, and Tyler struggled against the restraints again, his aching muscles trying to get them to give at all. But they were strong and he remained spreadeagled and helpless. Chris came back and grinned at the sight. "Don't worry, mate, those chains are super reliable. You aren't going anywhere."

Humming to himself, Chris rubbed dye into Tylers head and as it baked in, shaved the sides of his head completely bald. He then applied wax to make the sides shine, before stepping back and nodding. Tyler now had a strip of bright pink between gleaming shaved skin. He looked like a punk sub.

His cock remained rock hard and the stain on the front of his trousers showed how much his cock was dribbling in the chastity.

"I know you'd like that, bruv! You know what goes with that, don't you?" Chris smiled evilly as he held up a PVC jacket and trousers. Both were a gleaming black, with a thick pink stripe down the outside. "Perfect I reckon"