The perils of gambling

Connors should have tried to stop, but something was making him continue. Despite the leather straitjacket and metal collar, he still wanted to gamble and he nodded to the croupier. "Put half of my stack on 42." The croupier raised an eyebrow. "42? Are you sure Sir?2

Connors nodded "Hell yes - get it going." He watched eagerly as the ball went around, his cock growing in the skintight leather jeans. He didn't notice when one of his fellow gamblers walked up behind him and started to massage his ass through the leather. Connors was totally intent on the game, focussed on the ball, wanting nothing more than he should win.

He watched the ball bounce around, willing it to go into 42. As he did the man undid the rear zip on Connors trousers and slid a hand inside to tickle Connors rosebud. His arousal at the game didn't make him pause and he pushed back on the mans hand and groaned as a finger slid inside him.

Connors pushed back on the finger as the man wearing his uniform walked up to him. The man looked somehow younger, more muscular -- more like Connors. He looked up at him and opened his mouth as the man stooped to snog him deeply. He was now focused on the two men - one fingering him, the other kissing him deeply. He hardly realised when he lost again.

The man kissing him reached up to Connors head and ran his hand over it. As he did, his hair darkened and shortened until it was a thick No1 crop. A rub over his face removed his trim beard and moustache. When the man lifted up the leather hood, Connors willingly slid his head inside it. The man laced the hood tightly in place and Connors looked up at the table. The croupier grinned at the leather covered man.

"So, that last bet also includes one months servitude to the men either side of you. You wish to continue?" Connors nodded eagerly as the man behind him inserted a second and third finger and the one in front encouraged him to bend down and lick his crotch."

"Then, place your final bet"