2017-03-11 - spike - Oh god what a suit 6

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 6
Date: 11 March 2017

Four awoke that morning in Alpha’s embrace. This time, there was no fear at unfamiliar surroundings, no confusion or despair when the memories came crashing in. He knew instantly where he was and more, he knew he belonged there and belonged to Alpha.

He was a rubber object. Blessed with a life of menial labour and posing as a shop dummy and there was absolutely no way out of it, not that he wanted a way out now. The threat to his friend was just the start, the door to that mythical place called outside that he doubted he’d ever see again was quadrupally protected against his approach. Any idea of escape fled his mind forever. He gripped his Master a little tighter and snuggled letting his imagination fly. What would life be like once he was permanently at the mercy of Master Q? What kind of work would he be put to there?

He realised he didn’t even know which country Master Q lived in and what’s more, he didn’t care.

The cage beeped. With that same metallic clank, the door released.

Alpha woke up smiling at four. He gave him a good big kiss on the cap over his mouth tube and jumped down, four followed, knelt and thanked him.

“Good, four. Let’s get you fed, shall we? We’ll flush and clean you out after your training from now on. I imagine it may get a little sweaty.”

The funnel attached and food poured in, Alpha led him back up to the gym and training began.

Reps on each of the weights and weight machines in turn. He was even provided with trainers for running on the treadmill and using the exercise bike.

He put his all into it knowing he’d have twelve hours to recover in the display case.

Then flush, clean, dry.

He walked up to the display case, stepped inside and took up the stance before Alpha even issued the command. Alpha nodded, satisfied, switched on the case, removed the chastity belt and locked the door.

The day went pretty much as before. Even more customers than on Saturday, staring, admiring and then, at just after 2pm, Jim came in. He rushed immediately to the back of the shop and then, with a look of disappointment, approached the counter.

The microphone clicked on.

“Damn, I was going to take you up on that offer to try that suit and everything else, but it’s locked to the rack now.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry about that. Master Q’s orders. He intends that suit for one of his slaves and it’s been getting a little too much attention. He doesn’t want to disappoint my customers though, so he’s agreed to send another one for people to try on. It won’t have the identifying marks like the one on display, but otherwise they’ll be identical.”

“Really? Any idea when?”

“I’m expecting delivery later today, sir.”

“Brilliant! I took a sicky so I could try it on properly today.”

“It shouldn’t be much longer, sir. There’s a bench over there if you’d like to sit down and wait.”

“Thanks! I… I think I’ll just admire the one in the case for now.”

Jim walked around four for the next hour, studying every detail, the grin of anticipation growing with every minute when finally, a courier arrived delivering a rather large box.

Alpha signed for the package, took it into the back and returned with a suit five minutes later.

“God, thanks. That looks amazing.”

“It’s pretty much identical to the one you tried on Saturday sir. Put it on, I highly recommend you do it naked so you can gain the full benefit of it. Even the cock and ball sheath has a surprise inside.”

“Yeah, I noticed the tube last time. It even slid in dead easy.” Jim ran off to the changing room. That wasn’t within four’s line of sight though.

The conversation went pretty much as it had with him from that point. The only difference being Alpha offering him the bondage chair. He accepted eagerly.

Then Alpha returned to the desk.

“The threat still stands, four. And I’ll offer him the chance to wear it whenever he wishes.”

There was a click and silence.

More customers, more awed looks and then another lull. Alpha left the desk again and the mic clicked on.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fucking awesome mate!”

“Now, the next parts may be a little uncomfortable.”

“Uncomforta”

Four smiled inwardly. Mouth brace. It was the only explanation. Time to get him tubed up.

Another ten minutes and then…

“So, how does it feel?”

An odd voice then. It seemed broken, stilted. Possibly a text to speech app.

“It.feels.amazing.sir. I.wonder.what.it.must.be.like.”

“What?”

“Being.sealed.forever.like.this..Never.able.to.speak.again..Only.to.serve..I’d.almost.be.tempted.if.I.weren’t.married.”

four would’ve let out a snort at that. “Oh, if only you knew, Jim. If only you knew.”

“If you like, you can admire yourself in the next room, sir. There’s a mirrored wall in there.”

“Really?That.would.be.amazing.thanks. Could.I.have.a.wander.round.the.shop.like.this.too.sir?”

“Of course. I imagine the customers would be delighted. Might even attract more attention. Always good for sales, sir.”

It was 5:30pm when Jim, resplendent in his new outfit came out onto the shop floor. He stood before four again, and this time, four saw what he looked like.

He howled with laughter at the sight, in his mind at least. God, it really didn’t suit him. Then Jim looked at the clock in alarm, rushed over to Alpha behind the desk and began gesticulating wildly, pointing at the clock.

“Ah, want out now, eh? Follow me then.”

Another half an hour, Jim’s voice again.

“God, thanks for that!”

“My pleasure sir. It’s good to see someone appreciate a piece of kit like that.”

“Could I come again? Try it on again? Maybe make a whole day of it?”

“Of course, sir. Always welcome. Any time and as many times as you wish, sir.”

“Bloody hell, thanks.”

Another ten minutes and Jim ran past four, out of the door and was gone.

Four more hours of relaxation in the case, again more admiring glances and then he was out, back in chastity and in the back room again.

“Thoughts?”

“Hahaha. God, he’s really not a likely candidate is he? It doesn’t show under his clothes but I didn’t realise just how much he’s let himself go! I suppose that’s what they call a dad bod?”

Alpha laughed too. “Yeah, I’m surprised he didn’t notice himself. I’m sure if he ever did join us we could train that belly away though.”

“But would the suit still reshape itself to his more ripped body once it was gone? Or would it retain the shape it was cured in?”

“Hmmm. Good point. But the threat really is redundant now. It will always be there but you don’t need it anymore, do you?”

“Oh god, no, sir. This is my life and I’m loving it, sir. So? Boxing lessons wasn’t it?”

“Indeed it was. I have informed the Master of the change to the routine and he has approved. He’ll contact us at midnight rather than just after ten tonight.”

And so boxing practice. Learning all the moves. Skipping. Punching the bag. A little bit of sparring and then back downstairs for the daily report.

“Alpha, You received the suits?”

“Yes, sir. And if four’s friend spreads the word they may be getting quite a lot of attention, sir. The sight of him though did raise a small concern, sir.”

“Yes?”

“His friend had developed quite a belly on him. The one I threatened him with. He wore the suit today and loved everything, including the tubes, but he is indeed married. Four raised the question, if he ever did get put in permanently.”

“And that is?”

“Would the suit retain its shape once cured? So that if trained to get rid of the belly, the suit would be… well…”

"Be too loose? Experiments indicate it would return to its normal shape over time, but it may take a while. Probably less time than it’d take for a belly to be flattened by exercise though.”

“Good to know, Sir, should it come to it. I believe the need for the threat has passed now, though.”

“Excellent. In that box is a little device I’ve devised. It will glue to the inside of the display case, a small wire leading to a pressure pad that can fit under four’s big toe. That can be shielded from the light with application of a little factor fifty, also in the bottom of the box. When four presses the pad, the second box will light up under your desk.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll see to that as soon as this conversation ends, sir.”

“Then we’re good to go. I imagine there may be quite a few of your friends in the shop over the next few days, four.”

four knelt and placed his head by Alpha’s feet. Alpha chuckled.

“What are you chuckling at, Alpha?”

“Sorry sir. I’ll show you now.” he turned the laptop so it was facing four. “Thank your Master.”

four repeated the gesture.

“I like it. I’ve never given my objects the opportunity to thank me for their new lives before. I may have to adopt that one myself. Did you come up with it?”

“No sir. Four did just after it’d had its first flogging, sir. It wasn’t within reach of the laptop and thought it an appropriate means of thanking me Sir. Now, it is the only means with which it will thank me. It wasn’t long after that that it proposed the capture of its friends, sir.”

“Four. You are impressing me more and more. If any of your friends succumb to our entrapment, I… Yes, that seems appropriate. I’ll do that. I’ll leave you in suspense until I’ve prepared before I say. I will say this however. Your friends will be your responsibility, four. You will be their Master. You will conduct the final preparations ensuring everything within them is secure and permanent and when it is done and they are in the midst of their first cleaning, you will identify yourself to them.”

four jerked upright in shock. Then nodded and repeated the thanking gesture.

“Good. Very good. Q out.”

“Thoughts, number four?”

“It was a shock when he said that, but I know why he did. I’ll be seen by them as a traitor, but at the same time, I’ll be their Master. They’ll do what I say or suffer, just as I did when I resisted. I don’t care what they think of me. I’ll just be happy they’re sharing this life with me. They’ll learn to like it, even love it, just as I have. If they don’t, tough luck to them, sir.”

“But do you know why he said it?”

“To prove my loyalty, Sir. To prove to him that my only care in the world is to please you and him. Sir.”

“Good number four. Very good. Now let’s get into our cage.”

The next day, everything went as normal until two policemen arrived. The microphone clicked on so four could listen in to the conversation.

“Good god, I never knew such a place existed here?”

“Oh, we’ve been here for years Sir. How can I help.”

“Disgusting, should be banned, that’s all I’ll say.”

“Oh do shut up, Pete. We’ll only have more complaints. Every time we run across something gay you go on and on about how disgusting it is. That inclusivity training they keep forcing you through doesn’t stick for one minute does it? Sorry about that, sir. God what a place though. And it’s popular?”

“Very sir. To those who know about it.”

As Alpha continued the conversation with the reasonable-ish one, the other walked up and down in front of the counter not even attempting to hide the disgust on his face at everything he saw. Then he stood before four. A smirk crossed his lips and he held up a photo to him. It was of him, as he’d been before the suit.

“Excuse me sir, but this fucking pervy bastard was witnessed entering this establishment on Friday and hasn’t been seen since.” he looked around to see if his partner was within earshot and whispered. “Personally, death’s too good for him. Good riddance is what I say.”

four just looked at the idiot. He didn’t hear what was said but he managed to get the main gist of it from reading his lips, something he hadn’t even realised he was becoming quite good at.

He continued to listen to what was said between Alpha and the other one but it was just a less bigoted version of what the idiot had said anyway.

“Yes, sir. He’s a bit of a regular. For the past few weeks he’s been in several times a week, Sir. Not seen him yet this week though.”

“What time did he leave on Friday?”

“Around about seven, sir. He became a little obsessed by a rubber suit on the back row. Admired it for weeks he did. Quite surprised he didn’t come in yesterday, to tell you the truth.”

“Thanks anyway, sir. The search continues.”

“People tend to try to avoid being seen coming in and out of here for obvious reasons, sir.”

“Yes.” He looked at his partner. “I can guess why too. Pete, come on, we’re done here.”

The bigot rejoined his partner and they made their way to the exit. “You can’t seriously like any of that shit can you?”

Four heard one final quip before the door slammed shut behind them.

“Oh, I dunno. Some of those handcuffs on display were better than the ones we’ve been issued with.”

Again, more customers, nothing special and lock up time and back to the laptop.

“Sir. What happened to the possessions I had on me?”

“We still have them, disposal will be arranged but it’s only been three days. Why?”

“Just a thought, sir.” four minimised the text window he’d been using and started up word. It took a few seconds but the moment it did he began to type.

“Mum, Dad, Ben.

I’m sorry. I’ve been living in hell for the past three years and I can’t take it anymore. By the time you read this, I’ll be dead.

I should’ve never taken on that job in London. I’ve hated it from practically day one but by then I was trapped. Rent costs a fortune down here and the pay from that shithole was barely enough to handle it and pay for bills and food too. I know I’ve put a brave face on it when I’ve visited but that was just to spare you the worry.

But it’s come to a head. Work’s become more and more of unbearable since Bennet took over as office manager. I can’t handle the stress anymore. This is the only way out for me now.

Goodbye.”

He minimised word again and brought the text window back up.

“I’ll sign it as soon as it’s printed up, Sir. Put it in a waterproof bag in my wallet, leave it soaking for a while and… I assume Master has contacts to deal with the disappearances, Sir?”

“Yes, four. He knows people. They’re slaves to him too, but they get to live almost normal lives. Still locked in chastity though.”

“Have one of them hand it in to the police near where he “found” it on the riverbank, Sir.”

“Very good thought, four. I’ll tell Master Q during our next conversation. But right now, it’s time to punch some bags again. And remember, tomorrow night, it’s cleaning time. I’ll write you a list of chores each day.”

four performed his thanking ritual and they went upstairs.

Back downstairs after ninety minutes of boxing and the laptop rang.

“Good day, Alpha. Progress report?”

“The pressure pad is fitted, sir but none of its friends came in today. The police however did. Searching for it, sir. One of them… What did he say to you four?”

“He thought I was a dummy sir. Jokingly held my photo up to my face and said I was a perv, I’d been seen coming in here on Friday and that death was too good for me, good riddance, in his opinion, Sir. But he did give me an idea, Sir.”

“What’s that number four?”

Alpha butted in. “It wrote a suicide note, sir. The moment I’ve printed it out, it will sign it and if we can put it in its wallet and arrange for it to soak in Thames water for a day, it can be handed to the police, Sir.”

“Another good thought, four. We tried forcing number one to write one three years ago but it was never satisfactory. It kept attempting to slip in warnings and cries for help that it thought we wouldn’t pick up on. Send me this note, Alpha. I want to examine it myself before we do anything with it. We can check on the veracity of four’s words tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.”

four reached for the keyboard again. “Sir, I hope it will help. Here are my passwords and pin numbers for all my social media, webmail and credit/debit cards, Sir. Date the thing a few days from now and you could make it look like I spent everything before killing myself, Sir.”

Four proceeded to reel off every password, every pin number, his home address and the addresses of his family and work place.

“You’ll see how much time on Facebook I spent complaining about work, Sir.”

“Thank you, number four. That will indeed be a great help. We could even add a few tweets indicating your intentions before the wallet is found. We will completely drain your accounts, put your credit cards over the limit and burn your house down. Q, out.”

“How does that make you feel, four?”

“I have no need of it. Any of it. I’m here. That life means nothing to me now.”

“Thought as much. Bedtime. Get in there four.”

Alpha climbed into his cage, four followed and slammed the door shut behind him.