New clothes

Connors took the heap of clothes and headed into the toilets. He stripped off the shreds of his lycra and looked at himself in the mirror. His now revealed body was packed with muscle, the striations clear and the muscle groups well defined. He fired off a couple of poses and grinned as he felt his muscles swell and pulse. He enjoyed the way the muscles played under his skin, the way it felt to pose and strut. He adjusted his cock as it rose - not as big as it could be, but the years of steroid **** always tended to shrink some things - but he didn't care, because he just wanted muscle, more muscle. His face had changed as well. His nose was thicker and looked as though it had been broken and badly set many years before. His brow was larger, making him look someone less intelligent, more like a cave-man. His tidy blond hair was still neat and tidy, but stood out more as his skin was more bronzed from time on the tanning beds.

He realised he had been staring at himself for too long and picked up the clothing. He looked at the first item and wondered how it would fit over him but as he went to put it on it stretched and he grinned. He pulled on a one piece wrestling suit made out of some form of spandex. The material was black and glossed so it shone like Geoffs boots had done. He pulled it on and then closed the zip at the front. He looked at himself. He was now covered from upper thighs to neck in the gleaming black material. His cocks bulge was blatant in the front of the leotard and the material hugged him like a second skin making his pumped muscles stand out.

He then pulled out a knee high pair of wrestling boots. They were made of patent leather and gripped his massive calves tightly as he pulled them on and laced them in place. He then took a pair of thick leather bracers and laced them onto each wrist. The bracers were thick and studded, looking like something a gladiator would wear. He completed the ensemble with a thick leather belt that went around his waist and secured tightly at the back with 3 buckles. he fumbled to get them in place, but soon the studded band was constricting his narrow waist.

When he walked back up to the booth Geoff smiled. "Ah much better, boy. Now why don't you sit over here?" He moved his feet to one side to allow Connors to sit beside him and when the police officer sat down, he then stretched his legs across Connors's lap giving him an excellent view of Geoffs boots, leather covered legs and bulging crotch. Connors found he could not look away from the crotch and was completely distracted until Geoff coughed politely.
"What did you say your name was again, boy?"

Connors frowned "PC...PC Conn...Connors."

"That seems far too long and complex for a boy like you - I think you should be called Conn."

Conn nodded - that was so much easier. He wished he had thought of that before. "Yeah, that's good."

"Of course it is. Drink up your coffee, Conn"

Conn noticed the cup of coffee on the table and gulped it down, his head spinning slightly as he did. When he put the coffee back, his gaze travelled automatically back to Geoffs crotch.

"I see you have an interest in something under my leather."

"Err...well....yeah"

"Well, boys don't get to play with that unless they get properly dressed. Do you want to do that?"

Conn nodded and Geoff grinned widely. He pulled some items out from under the table and spread them out for Conn to see.

"Go on then. Put these on -- in any order you like."

Conn picked up the first item - a big black rubber ball gag on a complex head harness. He opened his mouth and slid the ball gag inside, stretching his mouth to get it past his teeth then relaxing slightly as it filled his mouth. He secured the first strap behind the base of his skull and the second under his chin. Two straps ran up from either side of the ball to frame his nose and then combine into one than led over the top of his head and looped around the strap already holding the ball gag in place. A final strap went around his head at brow height, securing the whole harness in place.

"Not bad, boy - but not tight enough." Geoff grabbed the straps and yanked them tighter, pulling the ball deeper into Conns mouth and causing the straps to dig into the corners of his mouth. He grunted in complaint, but then realised that his cock was swelling in the shiny black spandex. Geoff then used a handful of small padlocks to lock the straps shut.

"That's a good start -- carry on, Conn."