2017-03-24 - spike - Oh god what a suit 17

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 17
Date: 24 March 2017

The moment the door buzzer sounded, six and four were ushered into their display cases and frozen.

Alpha opened the door and he entered.

“Oh god, thanks for this. You’ve got no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to it.”

“You’re not the only one. I’ve only just realised. I don’t even know your name.”

He laughed. “Or I yours. It’s Ben. Ben Watkins.”

“Pleasure to tie you up, Ben. Alpha.”

“What?”

“Alpha. That’s the name Master gave me when I signed the slave contract. My old name on that is the last time I used it.”

“Ah, come on. What’s your real name.”

“Alpha. Even changed it by deed poll.”

“God!”

“I’m his. He orders me to do something, I do it and more than happy to in that case. Much prefer Alpha.”

“So, where do we start?”

Alpha held up the key card. “Rather special system upstairs. All the facilities are unlocked with this, but only when my Master grants access. Fortunately, this time he did. More than happy to have a member of the Met on our side for once, considering the alternative’s coppers like Mary.”

“Wouldn’t worry about him for a while. He’s got suspended for a month after that last letter. Still not got the sack though.”

“Month’s suspension eh? Good. Hope it’s unpaid.”

“Nah. Worst luck.”

“So, his intolerance and bigotry earned him a free one month’s holiday eh? I’ll never understand that. Anyway, come on. Let’s start with something simple. Tie you to a chair. We can build up from there.”

And so they left. The moment he was tied up, Alpha was back to release them and then their fun could begin.

The rest of the day went pretty much as planned.

There was the odd bit of shuffling involved but the dungeon door remained firmly shut throughout.

At three the doors to the warehouse rolled open and a large crate was wheeled in. The deliveryman didn’t say a word, didn’t even bat an eyelid when four walked past and approached. He just wheeled it into the building, closed the shutter doors and was gone.

Four looked down and spotted a red line across the floor about five feet from those doors. He knew what that meant.

On the crate, a note. “For collection at 5pm.” and a smaller box. Four tore open that one eagerly. Inside, tablets. He took one, turned it on. It asked for a name so he entered his.

“Welcome number four. Restoring defaults from cloud. Downloading authorisation file. Downloading slave idents. Please scan slave suit and name.”

He experimented by scanning his own. “Slave already named number four. Change name? y/N?”

He ran around the whole lot of them scanning. Gaz downstairs, Steve, Nick and number six up.

He hit complete and the familiar text box with a little side bar with the other slaves opened up. He left them unchecked for now.

“Sir, the pod’s arrived. And thank god. I’ve got my voice back. I’d love to know how six handled it. A whole week. Won’t find out ‘til Tuesday though.”

There was a click. “How would you like a coffee, Ben?”

“Oh god that’d be good.”

“Don’t go anywhere.”

“Oh, ha ha. I take it that’s a standard joke amongst tie-er-uppers is it?”

“Golden oldie that one but I bet you’d be hard pressed to find anyone who’d been tied up who’s not heard it thrown at them. Back in a few minutes.”

Alpha joined him by the crate.

“So, what have you got him tied up to, sir?”

“Currently, naked, upside down on the wheel.”

“Bloody hell, he’s only been in there three hours, sir!”

“Taken to it like a duck to water. Let’s get this crate open.”

Inside was what could best be described as a photon torpedo from Star Trek. Sleek, curved and about eight feet long with a gloss black finish, It opened with a tsssst to reveal a well padded interior with lots of tubing, pretty obvious what all that was for.

“So. Mirror room? Get him frozen in a good position and lift him in? Might freak out if asked to get in by himself, sir.”

“Good thought, four. But not yet. Still well over an hour off before we need to do anything. It doesn’t take that long to connect him up. I’ll just go back up and get that coffee.”

“Oh. Sir. Dan’s in the rec room. I gave him permission to use the sofa, sir. Floor’s too hard for sitting on in his condition.”

“Noted, four. I’ll see you in about an hour and a half to get Gaz packed and ready. After that, no idea how much more he can take. Might be in there til late.”

Alpha ran back upstairs and there was another click as the mic turned off.

Four selected six in the sidebar. “Six, I’ve got a replacement tablet. That means the pod’s here to take Gaz home to Master Q. The next announcement will exclude Gaz but include everyone else. Just so you know. And try not to let slip when your laptop privileges are restored on Tuesday.”

Then he added the rest. “Attention slaves. A round of applause if you’re capable for our latest graduate. He’ll be departing for Master Q’s within the hour having been here for just over a month. To the blank who remains, your time will come soon, don’t worry. But in the meantime, be kind to the newest blank among you. There’s only two of you now so it’s obvious who it is. He’s going through exactly what you did three weeks ago. To the newest blank, return that kindness.”

There was a click and a muted voice. Not quite a whisper. “Good way of doing it four. I’ll have to remember that one now I can do the same with mine.”
* * * * *
“Sir. Just in case you’ve lost track, it’s 4:30.”

There was a click. “I’ll be gone a little longer this time, there’s something that needs dealing with. Grunt once for that’s fine or twice for I want out.”

Grunt.

“I’ll see you in half an hour to an hour. Ish.”

Grunt.

“Good.”

four led Gaz into the mirror room again. “The pod arrived just over an hour ago. Nearly time to hook you up and send you home.”

“You know what. After that hour, bloody hell I’m actually looking forward to it.”

“Damn it’s a shame, I was looking forward to having some fun with you before you left. Just remember. Ever see me and you’re able, give us a hug and tap your head four times so I know it’s you.”

“Any idea when?”

“None. I’ll only join you when suit five has a permanent occupant and it took them a year to fill this one. And since then they’ve filled six blank suits like yours. Each one of them could’ve been five’s but Master wants me here right now.”

“God I’ll miss you, Dan.”

“It’s OK. At least we got to spend some time together after I died. Not many people get the chance to say that.”

“Ah good. All ready?” Alpha walked into the room, “So how are you. The full truth this time.”

“I would’ve been fine here I think after I got that hour. Still prison but what a prison. I’d’ve adjusted if I’d been given a chance.”

“Yes. Well you did attack someone and for my Master, caution is his middle name. He wasn’t prepared to take the risk you might flip out again. You do understand, don’t you?”

“I understand. As I said to four. I’m looking forward to it now.”

“Good. Feet together, arms by your sides. Head facing forward.” Alpha flipped the switch as soon as the pose was stable.

“So what now, sir?”

“Now we wheel in the pod. Connect everything up. Seal him in and lock it. Back into the packing crate. Hammer it shut and leave it by the loading bay doors. It’ll be gone before you know it.”
* * * * *
It was nearly six and time for another juggling act. Four released Steve from the display case in the gym after he’d had a few bouts with six and done a circuit on the weights and treadmill.

“Thoughts?”

“Damn, I wish we could go back into the dungeon.”

“Tuesday for that. Sorry, but Alpha’s got a guest. That leather god I told you about.”

“The policeman? In there?”

“They’ve been at it now for well over five hours. Looks like he’s made a friend for life, I’ll tell you that. You’ve been stood there for ages, how’s the arse?”

“I think that actually helped. It’s just a dull throb now. Throat, fine.”

“Good. I’ll test your levels then.”

“Levels?”

“Just describe the sensation when I do it.”

“I’m not sure what you mean but I’m sure I’ll find out.”

“Now.”

“Ooo! Oh, that’s rather nice isn’t it? Tingly.”

The result. Less sensitive than even six. Level eight to get the response he’d got from three.

“Right. Follow me. I’ll put you in the wet room. You are going to love this.”

“What? That last one? How long?”

“An hour.”

“Bloody hell. I’ll be writhing on the floor!”

“Not in that suit you won’t.”

“God, I see what you mean about it being worth it now if that’s on offer. Come on then.”

Steve living in heaven for an hour meant the gym was now free for Nick to move back.

He entered the rec room to find Nick listening to the radio and playing a video game.

Four sat beside him and gave him a nudge, offering him the laptop.

He paused the game. “God, that’s all I’ll say. You were right about him having a good taste in porn! It was actually well acted, how come that never made it to the DVD shelf in the sex shops I’ll never know.”

“Still up for a bit of boxing?”

“Nah, think I’ll wait for Tuesday for that. Still a bit off downstairs. Besides, I think I’ve punished you enough.”

“Ah well. There’s a display case without your name on it in the shop tomorrow if you still want to do that. We’ve put it right smack bang in the middle of the rubber section facing the door. You’ll see him instantly if he comes in. Then you can warn Alpha.”

“Warn him? How? Frozen solid remember!”

“How do you think I indicated you? Pressure pad under your big toe. Sun tan lotion to shield it. All the display cases have it now. Just remember, he can talk to you. You can respond with yes or no. One for yes, two for no, three for a friend (that’s what I used to indicate you) and four for a foe. Damo in your case. Five for a shoplifter.”

“That’s clever. Did you come up with that?”

“Well, I asked Master Q if there was any way to signal Alpha when I was frozen. He came up with the solution and Alpha came up with the rhyme. Already tapped four times once. Zak came in.”

“Oh, god, no. He’s not the other one is he?”

“Nah. All I got for that was a great big shock up the arse as a punishment for suggesting him. Master Q doesn’t like personal vendettas.”

“I’d be laughing at that if I was capable.”

“Should warn you, you’re likely on cleaning duty tonight and might end up with us on the shop floor during the day from now on.”

“Really? When do I sleep?”

“Same time I do. On the shop floor. You’ve done it standing up once so you know you can.”
* * * * *
Steve slumped to his knees after his hour. Slowly he pulled himself together, rushed over to four and gripped him tight.

When he finally let go, four opened the laptop and he began to type.

“Oh fucking hell! Thanks. I could live this for life now, no problem.”

“Good. I was hoping you’d come ‘round to our way of thinking. You’re a slave. You’re only a slave. You’ll never be anything but a slave and your name until Master decides otherwise, is blank. Can you live with that too?”

“At least it’s not cunt or fuck like I’ve heard of some Masters calling their slaves.”

“No. I don’t think he’s that kind of Master. He wants loyalty more than humiliation. But one demand he’s made of every slave that’s gone through here, he will make of you, so I want you to think hard about it.”

“What’s that?”

“First. Your old life is gone. Kaput. Never to be seen again. So it doesn’t matter. He’ll want every password, every bank detail, every pin number. Everything about your old life. He’ll also want you to think about a convincing way for you to vanish, like I did with the suicide note. He’s not mentioned it but I doubt he’d mind if you nominated a charity for the money he takes from your accounts. He chose Oxfam for mine according to that paper.”

“He wants me to commit suicide?”

“It’s personal. It’s got to be something believable after all. One of the blanks who left recently was in a really bad abusive relationship. Worse than Damo and Nick.”

“Worse? Than that?”

“He wrote a letter saying he was going to Europe, good luck finding me now you fucker and oh, all the money’s gone. Also, when the bastard was out at work, they stripped his house bare.”

“Oh god. That’s brilliant! What else?”

“Six wrote to his parents saying he’d been wanting slavery all his life and finally found someone. Shipping container to eastern Europe. Letter posted from Poland.”

“Any more?”

“Only one I know of. Had a criminal record so Master Q arranged for a botched jewellery shop robbery… Left his wallet on the scene. So, just think about it for now.”

“Well, I don’t think suicide would cut it for me. You never did like that job and always complained about it, so it kinda works for you though.”

“Well you certainly believed it. I’m not going to ask how my family reacted. Frankly, don’t want to know. I’m happy here and that’s all that matters. Even if I wasn’t happy, there’s nothing for any of us now but this. I demonstrated to one of the other blanks when we took him. Sharpest knife in the shop. The suit damaged the blade, not the other way round.”

“Fuck! Really?”

“Alpha told me to hold a paper under where he cut. Didn’t know why until the metal dust started falling.”

“How is that even possible?”

“Graphine my dear fellow. That stuff they discovered a few years ago. The latest wonder material. Molecule thick carbon sheets. That’s what you’re in now. Stronger than diamond.”

“But I thought they only managed to make little bits of that?”

“Well, Master Q’s obviously discovered a way to mass produce it. Prolly won’t see the light of day for a few years if he’s using it to keep his slaves in check though. I bet he’ll flog it to the military eventually. It’d make Kevlar look like jelly.”

“So, what happens tomorrow?”

“Wake up, food, train in the gym, wash’n’flush, work. He might give you one day in the cage before putting you in the display case and put you to work on the shop floor cleaning tonight but I bet from then on it’ll be both like when I started. And before you ask… I got a bloody good sleep that second day.”

“OK. And I’ve still got that other thing not to look forward to too, haven’t I?”

“Yeah. When that happened to me and six, Master Q gave us time off. He might with you too but yours is unlikely to be nearly as bad as actually going in there. Ow, been in there twice now, hurts like hell.”

“Twice?”

“Had to pull six out didn’t I?”
* * * * *
The mic clicked on again. It was just after ten.

“Bloody hell. You’re a fucking bondage monster, Ben. Everything I could throw at you bondagewise and not a flicker. No doubt. No can I get out now. No this is getting a bit uncomfortable. Was there anything you didn’t like?”

“Only thing I wasn’t keen on was the hogtie but I wasn’t in that long enough to cause any problems. Imagine that one would get bloody painful if I was in it too long though. God, loved every single other thing. Even left upside down on the wheel for… How long was that anyway?”

“Just over an hour, that one. Same with the mummification.”

“Bloody hell, what time is it?”

“What time is it indeed?”

four couldn’t help but chip in. “Just after ten, sir.”

“Let’s just say ten hours at a guess.”

“Ten? Bloody hell, it only felt like five! I’ve got to go, work in the morning. But I’ll be back, don’t worry about that.”

“As long as my Master’s granted access and permission, always welcome. But do check first. Still got a lot to learn y’know.”

“What? Come on. I did everything in here.”

“Not quite. But I’ll be willing to lock you in one more thing if you like. But that one, you’ll leave in…”

“What? Leave? Locked in something? What are you talking about?”

There was a creak of unoiled hinges.

“Bloody hell, what are they?”

“Chastity. Often used in dom/sub and Master/slave relationships. Stops the boy from running off to have too much fun elsewhere. No wanking, no sex with other men… Well, certainly not being the fucker anyway. No receiving blow jobs. Not until he’s back with his boss/Master/dom/whatever anyway.”

“God some of those look nasty. That clear one there looks like it might fit well under normal clothes though.”

“If you do decide to accept this… I should warn you now, sometimes, some of them can get fucking painful.”

“Painful how? If it’s just covering your cock preventing any touching...”

“And what happens when you get a stiffy? Hmm?”

“I don’t get that many stiffy’s a day. Well, I didn’t until I started reading those websites.”

Alpha began to chuckle. “Those aren’t the stiffy’s you need to worry about. It’s the ones you’re not even aware of that’ll leave you with a few sleepless nights with one of them on.”

“How could I not be aware of it?”

“As I said, sleep. Pretty common knowledge. Especially in the chastity community. After all, they have to put up with it. I think the average is three a night when dreaming.”

“You know what? I’ll take it. Even if I do end up rolling around on the bed half the night, I want to experience everything.”

“So next time, throw in a little S&M then?”

“What? Really?”

“Well we don’t have all these belts, whips, canes and paddles for nothing.”

Ben chuckled. “I think you’d better get that on now or it won’t fit.”

“OK… But don’t come banging on the door in the early hours of the morning begging to get it off. I’ll be in my cage by then. That doesn’t unlock until 5:30.”

A few minutes later. “Oh, little advice. The lock on that bounces. Wrap an elastic band around the cage and lock, otherwise you’ll make a clacking noise when you walk. Time for you to get dressed, I’ll be back in a minute.”

The dungeon door slammed shut. “Six, four, you know where to go.”

Four stepped into the display case just as six rushed to take his place too. A minute later, the mirror opened and Alpha rushed over, turned them on, locked the doors and rushed back upstairs.

Then the sound of the door opening and Ben again.

“Looks OK. Can’t even see it under these.”

“Aye, not too good if you wear Lycra running gear though. Get some looser shorts in that case.”

“You’ve got no idea how much I owe you for this, that was the most amazing experience in my life!”

The mirror opened again and both came out.

“Tell you what… Next time you come in… Dress as that leather god again. Fuck you were hot. And stop being so ashamed of coming here. If I were you I’d be rubbing Mary’s nose in it, not hiding it. For one thing it’d really fucking annoy the bastard.”

“No need to worry about that for the next month at least.”

“So, who’s your partner while he’s off then?”

“Much more reasonable bloke, Perkins. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we’re in the area tomorrow. Should be there in five minutes once you give me the call. You’ve got my number now.”

Ben walked out and was gone.