Sinking the black

Connors leant forward to break. His opponent smiled at the sight of Connors' now hairless torso outlined perfectly by the leather chest harness. Connors cued up, seemingly unaware of the fact that his previously hairy arms were now hairless. He sighted down the cue and concentrated, **** that the mistake of last time not repeat itself. Instead he seemed more focused. The annoying pinches of hair from around the chest harness had stopped and instead the harness now felt solid and comfortable. He took the shot and watched with a smile as the balls scattered and two went straight down the pockets.

Connors swaggered down the table and made quick work of the next 3 balls. He looked over at his opponent, a little unnerved by the way the mans' grim had never faltered.

"Well, looks like my luck has turned. Ready to lose that stake?"

"You're doing well, Officer, but the game is not yet over."

Connors' luck continued. With each shot it seemed that the white ball ended up perfectly aligned for the next ball he needed to pocket. Soon all that was left was the black. He grinned up at his opponent and made the shot. The black rocketed down the pocket with a clunk and he raised both hands in victory giving the whole room an excellent view of his hairless chest and abs. Then he looked on with horror as the white ball slowly trickled across the table and into the opposite pocket.

"Oh dear, Officer. I think your over-confidence may have got the better of you there."

Connors slumped

"Ok, ok what is it this time? Another drink?"

"A drink? No I don't think you need another drink yet. I think another costume change. Trousers this time."

Connors blushed at the thought of swapping his trousers, but realised it was part of the bet so he had little choice. He put his duty belt on a chair and then removed his boots. He then undid his uniform trousers and turned to see what he would be wearing.

"What the hell is this?"

"It's the replacement for your trousers - oh, you'll need to take off your underwear as well."

Connors blushed, but obediently pulled down his briefs. Underneath was revealed his substantial cock and balls - both hairless. He didn't seem to notice this as he grabbed at the clothing he had been given. It was a pair of leather shorts made of thick leather. They had an open flap at the front which could be secured with a belt at the waist as well as belts at the top of each thigh. Connors pulled them up and they snugged into place. When he pulled them fully on, his cock and balls hung through a hole at the front.

"Here, you might need a hand."

His opponent secured a strap around Connors cock and balls which stopped them slipping back inside the shorts. He then slid a solid leather insert inside the shorts a little like a sportsmans cup. He then zipped the front flap up, effectively locking his cock away. He then secured the belt at the top of the shorts with a thick padlock & used smaller ones to secure the thigh straps.

Connors looked down at the tight leather shorts. "What the hell are these?"

"They're called chastity shorts. Should stop you from misbehaving. Oh, boy, by the way if you pot the black again there will be an extra forfeit."

"An extra one? What's that then?"

His opponent placed a butt plug on the side of the table. "This. You pot the black again and then gets locked inside you."

Connors gulped -- but at the same time his cock tried to grow inside the shorts and found itself unable to do so.

"Ok then - rack them up."