2017-03-28 - spike - Oh god what a suit 22

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 22
Date: 28 March 2017

They were sitting around the table. Four, six and Alpha, all looking at blank.

“So, now you know there’s absolutely no way out. That it is for life? How do you feel about it?”

“Sorry, sir. I was just left numb last night. Every other time it’s always been too good to be true. The realisation that finally… I could barely think let alone feel. But now. Ecstatic, sir. It is what I always wanted but I’ve always been overly cautious, sir.”

“Why?”

Blank exhaled in what the others could only guess was a sigh.

“When I was nineteen, still new to the fetish scene, I found a Master. One I thought I’d be with for life. I’d been dreaming of it for two years since I’d read some stories on the internet but I was very naive. So, I moved to him. He took everything I owned. Some, he sold, most, he had me burn in the back garden. He spent all my money too, sir.”

“Many Masters do that. It shows commitment. Go on.”

“Well, I was with him for over six months living the dream, Sir. Then one night, a new slave joined us. Next morning, he ordered me into a pair of sweat pants and a hoody, gave me a pair of ratty old trainers and kicked me out. Didn’t even give me an explanation, sir. He left me with nothing. It took me years to get back on my feet again. Fortunately I had my parents to fall back on then but they never looked at me the same way when they found out what I’d been getting up to. Getting a job was almost impossible what with a huge gap in my work history I couldn’t explain. Well, I think you get the idea, sir.”

“I know exactly what you mean. I’ve heard that story before believe me. Totally understand your reaction last night too but trust me. Master Q is not like that. For one, he is incredibly wealthy. He does own a slave compound and a lot of slaves and even if he sells you on, he’ll make damned sure the Master who buys you fulfils their obligation to you as you are to him.”

“Sells me?”

“You’re his property. A few will get sold at auction, believe me. Even six was destined for that before he impressed Master Q enough to be given that mark of ownership on his chest. He was even looking forward to it enough to look downtrodden when Master Q told him he’d be his for life.”

blank leapt at Alpha and grabbed him tight. Finally letting go and performing the thank you six had taught him. Then he returned to the keyboard.

“You’ve got no idea what a relief this is, sir. I admit it was a shock last night but after sleeping on it, never looking back, sir. Is there anything you need for my disappearance? Six said I’d probably need something eventually?”

“In your case, the background check indicated it wouldn’t be required. Master Q has dealt with it, trust me. All your possessions are gone. Donated to charity shops if they were in a fit state, destroyed otherwise. Your flat is empty and ready for your landlords to take possession. As you only lived off temp jobs, there’s no need to explain away your disappearance. No family, few friends. You just moved on. You didn’t even have enough in your bank account worth bothering about.”

Blank nodded.
“Now join your brothers up in the gym, we’ll be there shortly.”

Blank ran off and through the door behind the mirror.

Six began typing. “He never told me that one. God. That could’ve happened to me too! It could happen to anyone! How does a slave even protect himself from that kind of bastard?”

“It’s difficult, admittedly. There’s always a risk that might happen. Imagine there’d be a lot more slaves eager for 24/7 if they’d not heard tales like that. The only thing most can do is search, research, try to find other slaves who’ve served a Master and talk to them. If a Master is particularly bad it’s unlikely in this day and age there wouldn’t be warnings plastered all over the fetish forums about him.”

six nodded. “Suppose so. But when he got bitten, bet it was a lot harder.”

“Oh, it was. There was still a lot on the internet but all that social media stuff like Facebook was still in its infancy back then.”
* * * * *
Zak entered the shop and immediately began searching through the rubber section. He was sure he’d seen something familiar there on his wander around while wearing that exquisite suit the other week and he was determined it would be his. Prototype? Bollocks.

Then he spotted it. Pure gloss finish, silver 5 on the back of the head. He felt it. Pulled the mouth. Oh god that felt good, so, identical then apart from the markings. The same suit as the first two mannequins were wearing in fact. Now there seemed to be four more though which he thought unusual.

Why bother? They already had one on display. Oh well. No matter. He lurked, he examined kit all over the shop, all the time keeping a beady eye on the shop assistant.

The moment he went into the back for something he made his move. Hacksaw out, he began attacking the chain. The link broke in two within a minute. Then snatch, changing room, strip, dress, clothes over the top.

He was out before the assistant even returned. The perfect crime.
* * * * *
Four watched Zak rush past him with that familiar glint of the silver number five under his arm and his flight from the shop with extreme amusement.

The moment Alpha was behind the counter he tapped.

“Shoplifter? Ahhh shit, typical. Did any of you three recognise him?”

One tap.

“Good. I’ll call Ben.”

Two taps.

“Why don’t you want me to phone the police, four?”

A pause. Five taps, four taps, five taps.

“The shoplifter… What?”

Four taps.

“Foe? Zak took it?”

One tap.

“Even more reason to call the police then.”

“Two taps. Five taps. Five taps.”

“No, he stole...”

Five taps.

“He stole five? Shit!” Alpha bolted out of four’s line of sight in a panic.

“I can see why you don’t want the police involved if they got their hands on that suit.”

Four waited until he returned. Then, two taps.

“That’s not the reason?”

Two taps. Then there was a long pause. Then tap-taptap-tap tap-taptap-tap.

“That rhythm… Music?”

One tap.

“Do it again.”

“tap-taptap-tap tap-taptap-tap tap-taptap-tap” the tapping contnued.

“From the nightclub scene in the porn last night?”

One tap.

“You really think he’ll be stupid enough to go out in that on Friday? To a nightclub? Well, I suppose it’d need to be one of the fetish clubs?”

One tap.

“We can’t let him get away with it.”

Two taps. Two taps.

“He won’t get away with it? Why?”

A very long pause. Then a lot of taps.

“If the number’s important, do what six did. Break them up into digits.”

Two taps, two taps. A long pause. Two taps, three taps.

“Twenty two and twenty three?”

Two taps, six taps.

“Letters?”

One tap.

Alpha started counting on his fingers. “S, T… UV? The UV in the nightclub?”

One tap.

Alpha began to cackle. “Oh god this is good. I can’t wait to tell, sir.”

One tap. The rest of the board was flashing a lot too, obviously to indicate laughter.
* * * * *
“Progress report, Alpha.”

“Sir, five’s been stolen.”

“What? Who by? Why didn’t you stop him?”

“Sorry, sir. I was in the back dealing with a customer. A blank, four and six witnessed it. At least we know who, thanks to four and six.”

“Who? Who stole it?”

“Zak, sir. Obviously wanted a suit like that more than anything after trying it on, sir. I told him it was a prototype and not for sale, sir.”

“Shit! We’ve got to deal with him! Where does he live?”

“Four thinks he’ll be back, sir. In a panic most likely too, sir.”

“Why?”

“Let’s just put it this way, sir. If you were an idiot and a regular at a fetish club… And you gained possession of one of those suits, you’d want to show it off, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, but”

“Fetish clubs often use UV, sir. All that fluorescent paint, some men even have tattoos that only show under UV. He’ll be dancing the night away feeling the suit get snugger and better all night, no sweat to make him want to even try taking it off. Until he finds he can’t.”

Q started laughing. “Yes. Yes, I see your point. Four.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You do realise what this means with suit five filled?”

“Zak’s unworthy to have a name, sir. You could do what you did to six in reverse, sir. Make him a blank. Suit six could become suit five for Ben to take, sir. Rather than suit seven as you originally planned, sir.”

“Very good point and I agree. He is unworthy of a name. A numbered suit on him? Never. For pointing that out to me, for letting Alpha know and considering he stole from me and put himself into it rather than being tricked… The ban is lifted. All your devices will work on him. Have as much fun as you want at his expense. Just don’t kill him. I want him to suffer.”

“Oh god sir, thank you. This is going to be good!”

“How is the blank doing?”

“The one formerly known as Josh, sir?”

“Yes.”

”Better than fine now, sir. It had a bad experience when it was younger, sir. Taken in by a Master and taken for everything it owned. Then kicked out to be replaced by fresh meat over six months later, sir. It’s been one of the too good to be true brigade for ages, sir. Now it realises this one isn’t it’s beside itself with joy, sir.”

“Yes, we saw that gap in its employment history. It was pretty clear that was the cause considering there’s no prison record for it. Good. I like willing slaves. Q out.”
* * * * *
Zak wore that suit every day after work, he just couldn’t get enough of it. Then Friday night came and he put it on, put his normal clothes on topand made his way to the biggest, best fetish club in London.

He booked in, undressed, snapped the hood over his head, snapped his wrist wallet on and checked the bag with all his clothing in at the cloak room. Then he went out onto the dance floor and partied the night away. All the time that suit, oh god it felt good. It seemed to be feeling better all the time and he got a lot of attention too.

He bought drinks for a few of the more interested and interesting ones, he danced some more and then the final song played and the last of the patrons began making their way to the exit.

He handed back the tag he’d been given, collected his bag and pulled the hood back over his head…

Or tried to. It only gave by about an inch. He heaved. He squirmed. Nothing he could do would get the hood up. The mouth hole was flexing like normal rubber now. Then he panicked, dressed and put his hoody up, bolting out of the door in terror.

He looked at his watch. It was four in the morning.

When he got home, he made a beeline to his kitchen and tried cutting his way out of the suit. All that got him was a floor dusted with steel filings and a lot of blunted knives. Then he tried going to the toilet to relieve himself.

At six, he was back outside the fetish shop dancing on the spot, gripping his cock in pain, buzzing the doorbell.