2017-03-08 - spike - Oh god what a suit 4

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 4
Date: 08 March 2017

Number four lay in his cage that night pondering the direction his life had turned.

He was a slave. Less than a slave. Rendered utterly mute, not even able to express himself with a groan and only capable of communication via keyboard or pen and paper.

Now that the pain had ended, his arse and throat adjusting to their new accessories, he began to feel a little better about himself. He now knew there would never be anything more for him than following orders. He knew he would never know freedom again and vowed to himself to set aside such stupid concepts. He began to adjust.

The night wore on and he slept, woken by a loud beep and a clang of metal as the cage door unlocked and swung open slightly.

Fear took him, at the unfamiliar place and the weirdness he was feeling until his memories of the past couple of days came crashing down on him. He collapsed back onto his pillow in despair.

“Come on four, up and out. It’s time for your wash and flushing. Time to get some breakfast down you too, get you prepared for the day. We begin work at seven once you’ve been done.”

Alpha dropped down from above naked apart from his chastity and looked into the cage with a grin. “Well come on then. Today’s not like the rest of the week after all. We can have some fun once the stocktaking’s been done. It’s Sunday! The shop’s shut on a Sunday.”

Four stiffened in alertness. Bloody hell so it was. That meant another thing too. Jim would definitely not be around to try on that suit again today.

He clambered out of the cage eagerly that morning and followed Alpha to the wet room again. Again, frozen to the spot, things clamped to his butt plug and head tube, fluid pumped in from both. A funnel connecting to his mouth and something poured into it.

As promised, it was just soapy water this time in the suit. His arse had fully adjusted to the plug now and he didn’t even find the flushing out as much of a pain as the first time. Only one flush was required for one thing.

The moment the drying cycle was completed, Alpha handed him a clipboard and pen.

“Fairly simple job. Each shelf partition and box location is numbered. You have the numbers for half of the shop, I have the numbers for the other half. Just count each item of stock, check it matches, if it doesn’t, write the correct number. If the item isn’t where it should be, put a cross next to it.”

And so he began. Not just every shelf. Every box in the stock room also needed to be counted but with both their efforts combined, the job was done before noon and he’d got to see a lot more of what the shop had to offer too.

“Well done, four. Very well done. It normally takes me three times as long. You’re proving useful already. Before we do anything else, I have a command for you you may not be expecting.”

Four looked at him curiously.

“The exit is over there. Walk outside, around the block and return here.”

Really? He was actually willing to risk the escape of his new slave? Just to prove what exactly? That he wouldn’t flee because of the threats hanging over him? If he could get outside he might be able to warn his friend to stay away. To never return here and to certainly never put on that suit again. He could maybe get some kind of help in getting out of it. He could get his life back!

He did as he was ordered immediately. He marched confidently to the door beyond which was a short hallway with the main front door at the end. He stepped inside and the door slammed shut behind him.

Five things happened all at once. The nose tubes sealed. The suit froze solid. The lenses of his goggles turned solid black, blinding him, the most excruciating pain he’d ever experienced shot through his arse and an alarm began to sound beyond the door.

It was a pain that would’ve left anyone not in a suit like this writhing in agony on the floor. Unable to breath and blinded, another shock shot through him. And another. Then, he felt himself tilted backwards and dragged back into the main body of the shop.

The moment he was back on the shop floor, everything returned to normal.

Alpha rushed him back to the laptop in the back, a look of severe pain on his face too. He sat him down and sat opposite, a deadly serious expression on his face.

“God, that hurt. Not just you either, but me too. I’m sorry I had to do that four but you’re going to have free rein in the shop cleaning while I’m in my cage and I needed to demonstrate what would happen if you tried getting to an exit. All exits to this building are similarly protected. And it’s not just you. Fucking painful for me too.”

four shook. The shock of the experience still resonating in his being. His hands shakily reached for the keyboard.

“Why? Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Sorry. I truly am sorry, four. If I’d told you, you may have been tempted to test it. Maybe even put on a full rubber suit in order to bypass the UV lights in there to get outside and once that front door closes, the only thing that’ll open it is a button under the counter. You would’ve died. With me locked in the cage there would’ve been no-one to save you. I don’t want that on my conscience.”

“What hurt you?”

“This.” He pointed at the chastity belt. “I have the same restrictions as you do. I did say I’d not been outside in five years, didn’t I? OK, in my case it’s just the shocks, the most severe the device in my belt is capable of. For you it’s much worse.”

The laptop suddenly beeped and Alpha turned it around again and activated Skype.

“Why did you attempt to reach the front door, Alpha? You know such an act is forbidden.”

“Apologies, sir but your orders last night, put number four on cleaning duty… It would’ve had the run of the shop, Sir. I had to demonstrate to it what would happen if it tried to leave. Telling it and showing it are two completely different things and with me in the cage it could’ve killed itself, sir.”

“Very good thought, Alpha. And I was almost worried you’d need punishing yourself. Having seen the effects of such an attempt before, two days cleaning duty, rescinded, number four. You can sleep in your cage instead. Alpha, for your excellent forethought, one week full recreational privileges. For four, just when it’s not working. Q out.”

The line went dead.

Alpha smiled. “I told you he wasn’t that bad. Have you recovered now?” He turned the keyboard back to him.

“Still a little shaky, sir. I’ve never felt anything like it and I thought yesterday was bad! And that’s one of the punishments I can face if I do cock up?”

“That was the maximum setting, four. Some of the lower ones can even be a pleasure. Something to look forward to for a job well done. For something that severe it would need to be a serious cockup. Burning down the place, an attempted escape, absolute refusal to obey.”

“What did he mean, full recreational privileges?”

“Ah, yes. Follow me.”

Alpha ran over to the counter, picked up a key card and lead him to the very back of the shop. Behind a mirror, a door with a swipe lock.

“This card only works when privileges have been granted. Some are almost always on, others have more restrictions but right now, I have full access. We both do.”

Behind the door was a flight of stairs and at the top, three doors, each with a similar lock.

“I don’t get to play very often but occasionally my Master allows me to take someone up with me. This week, that someone is you.”

He swiped the first door which opened to reveal a fully kitted out bondage dungeon. Everything four had ever dreamed of was in there.

The second door revealed a much larger room that must’ve taken up the bulk of the first floor. It was a gym, fitted out with weights, weight machines, treadmill, exercise bike, punch bag and a full sized boxing ring.

“You’ll spend a couple of hours a day in here. Can’t let Master’s property get flabby after all. And if you have any pent up rage about what’s happened to you, this is where you get to work it off. In the ring. With me. I imagine there’s quite a large part of you wanting to beat the living shit out of me.”

Finally, the third door. It was a small common room, sofa, large flat screen TV, games console and radio. In the corner, a fridge, kettle and a few jars.

“This room is often restricted, very rarely get a chance to relax in here. And now, I’ve got a week and you’ve got two days. Of course, the Master decides what we get to watch, play or listen to. We have after all, being slaves, no choices.”

Alpha returned to the dungeon, beckoning four inside.

“First on the agenda… You’re not the only one who likes bondage.” he walked up to the St Andrew’s cross.

“Secure me, number four. And when you have. Take a whip from the rack over there and give me twenty lashes. Pick up the key card, go into the rec room and watch some TV for an hour. Then return to release me and I’ll do the same to you.”

four began backing away, shaking his head.

“What? Don’t want to beat me, or don’t want to be beaten?”

four held up two fingers.

“Ah. Not so much of a masochist in you, eh?”

four shook his head.

“Tough. I gave you an order. My job is to train you to be the best slave a slave can be. If that includes the odd whipping, you just have to accept that.”

four did as he was told. He knew by now that he had absolutely no choice in the matter. Following Alpha’s instructions he was secured to the cross in no time.

“Now, the fourth whip from the left. Take it and give me a bloody good flogging. Twenty lashes. I’ll count in case some don’t strike. I know it can take a little practice to do it well.”

The first five missed their mark but he began to get better at it as he went along. Alpha counted every one that struck with a force that satisfied him.

As four continued, he began to enjoy the yelps he was getting from his target. He put more force into it, the yelps turning into screams by the end.

“Twenty! Bloody good going, four! Judging by the end there you were starting to enjoy it weren’t you? Good. Now watch some telly. Oh, and when it’s time to return, bring me a coffee, one sugar and milk.”

four replaced the whip, picked up the key card and went into the rec room.

The remote control for the TV was on the coffee table. Settling onto the sofa, he turned it on.

What he was presented with was a menu with one single item. He hit play and settled down to watch, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was 12:30pm.

The film that played. A bondage porn about a man submitting to slavery and all the misadventures that ensued. He would’ve considered such a thing a pure fantasy two days ago, but now? He was living it. In fact, some of what’d happened to him was even stranger and more unbelievable than the stuff in that film.

At 1:30, he put the kettle on, made the coffee, returned to the dungeon and let Alpha down.

“Excellent, four. Now, it’s your turn.”

four did his best to produce a sigh, something impossible to him now and walked up to the cross. Within minutes he was secure and the whipping began.

At first, it just stung a little, but the strength of the lashes grew as the whipping continued. At the point where he’d expected to be screaming, if such a thing were possible, something happened. He didn’t know what but he felt like he was floating, looking down on himself watching the whipping. Watching Alpha, the look of enjoyment on his face. The pain was still there but it was almost as if it was filtered through the consciousness of someone else. The sensations were amazing, he actually began to like it. He was dumbfounded.

How could anyone enjoy that? But he was!

The whipping stopped and he was left secured to the cross. He waited. It felt like an age before Alpha unstrapped his legs and then his arms.

The moment the final restraint was opened, four collapsed onto the floor, then crawled up to the kneeling position and touched his forehead to Alpha’s feet.

Alpha stared down at him in shock. “Good grief. Let’s get you back to the laptop, I want to see what brought this on!”

He rushed back down the stairs, four on his tail and back into the back room.

“Sit.”

The laptop was placed before him.

“Now, tell me.”

“I just needed to say thank you, sir. I can’t speak so that was the only way I could think of.”

“Thank me? For what? For whipping you? You said you didn’t want to be beaten.”

“I’ve never felt anything like that before, sir. It almost felt like I was floating, looking down at you, sir. I said I didn’t want to be beaten before it, not anymore sir. I want it, sir. I loved it. Oh god, I’ve… It was amazing, sir.”

“You’ve never been beaten before have you?”

“No sir. Always avoided that side of things, sir. Bondage and rubber were as far as I was willing to go, sir.”

“Well… It looks like I’ve awakened the masochist in you. There are certain kinds of pain even I don’t like, the more severe shocks from my belt for example. But I love a good whipping. I’ve not had a high like that in quite a while though.” Alpha looked at four with a tear in his eye and grabbed him in a huge hug. “Welcome to the club, boy. Oh god, welcome to the club. You’re going to love it. Trust me.”

The moment he was released, four reached for the keyboard again. “I’m happy, now, sir. I’m glad even. God, two days it’s taken me, I can’t believe it. Can we go up for some more fun sir? Please? I want to experience everything you can throw at me now.”