An uneven break

Connors settled down to the next break, feeling very odd in the harness and chastity shorts. His opponent chuckled to himself. Without any hair at all, and locked into harness and chastity shorts, Connors was now looking the epitomy of a leather boi. Connors himself didn't seem to notice his lack of hair, though judging by the way he was trying to adjust himself in the chastity shorts they were causing him some discomfort.

He watched as Connors took the break and scattered balls across the table. Not as one-sided as any of the previous breaks, Connors only potted 2 balls before missing one and giving his opponent a go. 2 minutes later, his opponent had potted 5 balls and left Connors with a tricky long shot. Connors made the shot and then sank another 3 balls. He was getting used to the shorts now and actually found the feel of the material against his skin quite arousing. As his cock swelled, it came up against the solid leather cup and he realised that the shorts would stop him getting fully erect. This realisation disturbed him and he missed his next shot.

His opponent grinned and swiftly potted the rest of his balls and then with a grin, downed the black.
"My frame again I think, officer."

"Yeah, guess so. What's the forfeit this time?"

"Hmmm. tricky one." He walked around Connors, trailing his hand across the hairless expanse of Connors back, enjoying the way the leather stood out against his pale skin. He reached down and picked up Connors uniform cap. "How about a charge of headgear?"

Connors sighed. "Sure. What hat do I wear?"

"Oh, not a hat."

He reached under the table and pulled out a thick black leather hood, dripping with straps and buckles.

Connors balked, although at the same time he felt his cock trying to rise."

"You serious?"

"Of course I am - turn around."

Connors turned around and the man walked close up behind him. He reached over Connors head, holding the open hood in front of him before pulling it back tightly against Connors face. The thick leather seemed to embrace his head and Connors soon found himself looking out through pin prick holes in the leather. As the man zipped the back close, he could feel the leather tight against his hairless head and his nose and mouth lined up with holes in the material. The man then tightened an array of straps down the back of the hood and Connors felt it tighten until the leather was almost like a second skin. The hood extended down beyond his chin and he felt a thick band of stiffer leather tighten around his neck. This band was first laced in place, then secured with two thick straps. His opponent showed him the two padlocks before he locked the collar shut. He then added smaller padlocks to the other buckles. Every time Connors moved his head, he could hear the creak of the leather and the faint clank of the padlocks.

The man led him over to a mirror so he could see himself - clad only in hood, harness and chastity shorts he looked like some twisted sex fantasy. His hairless muscles looked huge, but also made him look younger. The hood made him anonymous and the thick collar restricted his movement. "I look...like someone else."

"Yes, you do -- and isn't that the point?" The man chuckled. "Not quite finished yet though." Before Connors could do anything, the man slid a thick cock gag through the mouthhole of the hood and then tightened it in place before locking it on. "Slaves only talk when allowed to. Now, let's see if you can win a round."

He turned Connors around and pushed him back towards the table