2017-03-27 - spike - Oh god what a suit 21

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 21
Date: 27 March 2017

“How are you doing, blank? No, no, don’t open your eyes, no keyboard yet. I know. In agony. I’ll bring the laptop when the rinses start. The pain from the cleaning you’re currently experiencing will end within the hour but your arse and tubes, they’ll be a problem for a couple of days. They will fade though. Now, I’ve been ordered to spill the beans at this point in the process.

First. I’m the one who pointed you out. If I hadn’t, the shop assistant, Alpha, wouldn’t’ve approached you. Second… I nearly split my suit in laughter when you said I can’t wait to tell Callum. It’s me! I’ll be back when it’s safe to open your eyes before expecting a response to that.”

It was an hour before six deemed it safe for him to open his eyes.

“Right, laptop in front of you, rubber gloves on, you’re free to open your eyes and type.”

“Callum? Bloody hell, how long have you been here?”

“I’ve… Just a sec. Sir?”

“Yes, six?”

“I’ve lost track a little. How long have I been here now?”

“Does it really matter?”

“Not to me, sir, no. Josh asked.”

“Think it’s about two and a half weeks, getting close to three. I don’t bother keeping track of time either, no point if you can never leave. Only important thing is remembering when Sunday is cos we’re shut.”

“Quite true, sir. Did you hear that blank?”

“Hear what?”

“Ah. Didn’t know whether Alpha selected you too. I’ve been here nearly three weeks. A friend, number four pointed me out. Bloody hell, never looked back I can tell you.”

“So what’s happening? Why did it burn so much?”

“It’s a concentrated hair remover slash exfoliator slash disinfectant slash nail dissolver. If you’re in a suit like that you can’t exactly have hair growing in there unchecked can you? Or finger slash toenails. They’re gone now, don’t worry.”

“Oh my god. The suit!”

“It does, it feels fucking amazing without hair getting in the way, yes. You can wave goodbye to the idea of hair forever. Every week we get a less concentrated treatment too. Tingly. I quite like it.”

“OW. Another pain now.”

“Yes, we all had that yesterday. Shame you missed it. You were too busy standing immobile in the mirror room. Friend of Alpha came in and dressed as the sexiest man in leather I’ve ever seen. All our cocks were in a similar predicament as yours last night.”
* * * * *
The slaves all settled into their routines. Over the next week, six and four would play for a few more hours in the dungeon or watch the odd offering from Master Q late at night opting to catch up on their sleep in the display cases. They were both experts at sleeping standing up now.

The three blanks put their backs into whatever jobs Alpha put them to overnight and not a lot happened. No more friends appeared. Not even another appearance by the hated Zak.

Ben reappeared on a regular basis of course but Alpha decreed that their time in the dungeon had to be shorter so the slaves would have their fare share. Well, that’s what he told the slaves anyway. Stocktaking would take up at least all morning as far as Ben was concerned.

His introduction to S&M ended with him in a similar state four had found himself in that first time. Nipple clamps, clothes pegs and paddling included and he found he loved that too. His grooming was moving on apace.

Then, Friday night on the second week of the latest blank’s enslavement, all slaves had been ordered into their cages rather than work.

It was well before the normal time for their cages to unlock when Six, four and Alpha were woken by familiar beep and clang but by now they’d been pretty much conditioned to awaken to the sound.

All three clambered out of their cages, closing the doors behind them as they heard the Skype alert ringing in their ears.

They rushed over to the laptop in surprise.

“Sir?”

“Ah, good. Emergency release before you ask. We’ve got him lads. He’s out for an early morning stroll. Perfect time for a pickup.”

four began to type. “Where sir? We can’t run around the streets like this can we?”

“Don’t worry, a van is on the way to pick you up. Did you lock the cages behind you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Because until you return the security is down to allow you out and back in again. The cages won’t open until you return. Even if it’s not ‘til six or seven. Your cleaning cycles can wait. A few days either way won’t make much difference.”

“It’s happening? We’re getting him? Now?”

“Yes, six. We’re getting him. Now. A syringe with his name on it will be waiting for you in the van. Alpha can administer the drug. Very powerful voluntary muscle relaxant. It won’t affect the autonomous systems like heart or diaphragm but his limbs will be utterly useless for several hours. More than enough time to get him suited and sealed. Get to the roller shutters. The van will be there in five minutes. Q.out.”
* * * * *
He loved this time of the morning. The lightening sky, the silence. There was the odd bit of traffic of course but most people were still in bed or working night shift so the roads were pretty empty.

He walked up the hill hoping to see a decent sunrise again. God, he loved getting suspended. He knew there was a risk of getting the sack, but there were too many higher-ups who agreed with him to allow a good copper to get the boot. Oh, it might make promotion impossible, but fuck the politically correct idiots in internal affairs. Those morons didn’t know what they were doing anyway.

He’d just passed a white van when it happened. The back and side doors opened simultaneously, two large muscled black figures grabbed him by the arm and a man poked out of the side door and jabbed him with something.

Oh, he fought, he struggled, he even yelled but they’d picked a secluded spot well away from houses and there wasn’t another soul in sight.

Then his legs collapsed out from under him, they dragged him inside, the doors closed quietly and the van began to drive at a sedate pace away from the scene of the crime.

No screeching tires or panicked escapes. He began to get worried then. That was the kind of thing that usually gave them away!

The men in black… what was that? Rubber? Oh fuck he’d been abducted by perverts! And now they were stripping him. No! No not the unde… Oh shit.

His limbs by now were utterly beyond his use. He was even having trouble moving his mouth.

One of them opened a box and pulled out a suit. It looked similar to what they were wearing. The figure with a four on the back of his head pulled a note from the box, held it up to him and made what he could only assume were laughing gestures.

He squinted at it, finding it difficult to focus.

“Specially modified for use on Pete Mansfield. Do not use on any other slave.”

Slave? What the hell was going on? He stared at them in terror as one opened the mouth hole in the hood of the suit and began easing his legs into it.
* * * * *
The transformation from man to thing had been terrifying. And now where was he? On display? In a fucking haven for perverts?

He stood there. That’s all he could do, stand. He couldn’t move an inch in that display case. Forced to watch perv after perv walk past him. The look of distaste on most. The look of disgust on some. Then a huge man looked at him and a look of interest bordering on excitement. He wobbled over to the counter and the man dressed in a rubber t-shirt and shorts who’d injected him pointed towards a section out of his view.

A few minutes later a rubber blob appeared before him, covered from head to toe with only the eyes and mouth visible. God he looked disgusting.

To make things worse a pain was beginning to build in his arse. That fucking thing they’d shoved up there.

More customers, more perverts, more looks and then the shop assistant dragged a leather clad figure in front of him and started fondling, embracing, kissing. Right in front of his face.

There was a click in his ears.

“Oh god, you’re so hot.”

“I’m not the only one, Alpha. So what have you got in store for me up in the dungeon tomorrow?”

“And spoil the surprise?”

Then the leather figure turned and stared.

It was Watkins! Oh god, Watkins? One of them?!

“Bloody hell, that one doesn’t look half as good as the other five!”

“Yeah, we’ve got to cater for the larger gentlemen, Ben.”

Ben began to laugh, looking at him. “God. That thing looks like it’d be a perfect fit for Mary.”

“Yeah. That threat of a whipping isn’t likely to keep him away forever. It’s a special mannequin that one. You can inflate it in various ways to cater for every body type. I did that one like that just to really annoy him if he ever comes in again.”

“In that case. I approve wholeheartedly! God, I’d love to see his face.”

“When does his suspension end anyway?”

“Due back next week, worst luck.”

“Aye. What was it he said? Death’s too good for him. Good riddance. One less to worry about? Just hope he doesn’t return, eh?”

“Oh god, that’d be a dream come true.”

“How did it go at the fetish club? You never said.”

Watkins laughed. “You were right. They were chucking themselves at my feet. God I’ve never had so much fun. Fuck Mansfield, I’m happy now. Having to keep myself closeted away for years because I got lumped with that fuckwit. Ended up pairing up with a man who had a bloke in a dog suit, slapped a collar and leash on me and dragged us both off for a night of fun.”

“So, a little mild slavery, eh?”

“I don’t think I’d go as far as that. Subbery maybe. There was always an out for any situation he put me in. Not that I took it.”

The pair moved away and then the shop keeper’s voice rang in his ears. “And for you, death is too good for you. We’re going to have a lot of fun with you over the next few years.”

Pete Mansfield raged against his confinement, he screamed. Well, he tried to. Nothing came out but a faint exhalation. He struggled, he wept.

Then a voice began to repeat itself. Again and again. Never ending.
* * * * *
The slaves again had a whale of a time that Sunday morning before Ben arrived. Again, everyone in their display cases until he was in, then released to do the stocktaking.

At the end of that day, one of the blanks approached six and made a typing gesture.

He led him to the back room and pointed at a chair. Sitting beside him, he opened the laptop.

“God, thanks, sir! This is the most amazing two weeks I’ve ever had! Could you give us a hand getting out of this getup now though, I’ve got a job interview on Tuesday.”

six just stared at him. “What?”

“A hand, to get out of this. I’ve got to go soon, get prepared.”

six began convulsing, gripping his sides, he almost fell off the chair in silent laughter. He pointed at the blank and then did fall off the chair, still gripping his sides.

Four came in and rushed over. “Bloody hell six? What’s wrong?”

six pointed at the laptop. Four read it and began to shake with laughter too. “Six, pull yourself together. Yes, it is fucking hilarious.”

Blank’s fingers danced on the keyboard again.

“Hilarious? What’s so funny? It’s a reasonable request.”

Four deselected the slaves and typed. “Sir?”

There was a pause. “Yes. Look four, I’m a little busy right now.”

“Sorry, sir. I know, but is there a dictionary in the shop?”

“Should be on a shelf behind the counter, why?”

“I think when you’ve finished with Ben, six’s slave might need a firm talking to. I’ll go and get it.”

Four reselected six’s blank in the sidebar. “I’ll be back in a minute, blank.”

He returned with a book under his arm and moving the laptop out of the way, placed it in front of the slave. Then he opened it to P and began leafing through. “Ah, here it is.”

Four pointed at the entry and the blank looked.

“Permanent [pur-muh-nuh nt]
adjective
1. existing perpetually; everlasting, especially without significant change.”

The blank began shaking his head.

“Yes, blank, that is what permanent means. How many times did Alpha tell you it would be? Three? Four? I can’t remember but I heard everything. He told you a lot. He also told you before sealing you in that it would be the last choice you ever made and you made that choice.”

Six had finally recovered enough to drag himself off the floor.

His fingers danced on his tablet now. “For fuck’s sake blank! How long have we known each other? How many times have you whinged and whined over a beer about not being able to find a full time Master? Just as much as me, if not more. You don’t need to go to a job interview because you have a job. And it really is a job for life!”

The slave pulled the laptop closer again. “But Masters always have a get out!”

“Why do you want a get out? This is what you’ve always wanted!”

“And it truly is forever?”

“Oh bloody hell Josh of course it’s forever! The suits are per-ma-nent. Utterly impossible to get off. You’ll never be anything but a slave now. Just like you always wanted. I thought you understood that!”

“I though it was just one of those mind games some Masters play!”

Alpha’s voice then. “Would you like a cuppa?”

“Mffffhhh.”

“I’ll go and get you one.”

“Mffhhh.”

Then the dungeon door closing. “OK, I get it, seems six’s blank’s had a little bit of a realisation doesn’t it? I’ll be there in a minute. Where are you?”

“Back room, sir.”

It was less than a minute later when Alpha entered the room. He immediately reviewed the logs of the conversation and nodded.

“You’re not the first, blank. But now you know there’s nothing else for you… How are you feeling about it?”

“Numb sir, I’m still finding it hard to believe.”

“Well believe it. And I can prove it too.” He handed blank a knife. “Cut it off.”

“Really? You’re letting me go?”

“Just cut. Do it over the table, here” he pointed. “Try the wrist. Don’t worry, the material’s thick enough to protect your skin.”

“OK then.”

As before when Nick had done it, the edge of the knife was shaved off and blunted in a few seconds.

Blank stared at the metal dust in shock. “Bloody hell!”

“As we said. Permanent.”

“Can… Can I go for a lie down, sir. I’ll tell you how I’m feeling in the morning. But it’s true. It is what I’ve always wanted, sir.”

Six nodded. “Go to your cage then. I’ll join you in a bit. You might need a cuddle tonight.”