2017-03-30 - spike - Oh god what a suit 24

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 24
Date: 30 March 2017

Another day as mannequins and again, lots of customers, a lot of attention and a lot of hungry looks.

At midday, Alpha’s board lit up. A lot of flashes from six closely followed by a few by four.

“Six, the two who were just in front of you? The ones who just moved on to four?”

Six flashes, a pause, another six flashes.

“Both of them, both want to be slaves?”

Two flashes.

Alpha looked at them more closely. They looked identical. Twins? Pretty young too. Both were wearing identical costumes, rubber sleeveless t-shirts, rubber shorts and fourteen hole boots. The only way to tell them apart was the chains around their necks. One had a brass padlock, the other silver.

Then he noticed four flashing.

Three flashes, then a slightly slower three. Two flashes and a shorter third flash. Then two flashes.

“Not sure what you’re getting at, four.”

Three flashes, three flashes done the same way as last time, then two flashes.

"Both friends. But, what… Almost… One of them is… what?"

Long flash, long flash pause short flash. Then two flashes.

“Only one of them’s suitable? The other… Broken?”

One flash.

“Is this something six knows about?”

Two flashes.

“How will we tell them apart? They look identical.”

A long pause. One flash.

“They’ve both got chains, they’re not owned already are they?”

Two flashes… a pause… Four flashes followed by seven flashes.

“I think I got that one.” Alpha tried to stop himself from laughing. “Seven days… So Four weeks ago they weren’t.”

One flash.

“Can’t I help you, sirs? Rather unusual, twins.”

“Yeah, we try to stick together. Love pushing people’s limits. We’re always trying to outdo each other where public outrage is concerned. Love dressing in rubber outside, really gets the looks.”

Then the other spoke. “Oh, god what I wouldn’t give to go out in that. Bloody hell it looks extreme.”

“Oh, it is sir. The most extreme rubber suit ever conceived, sir.”

“Extreme how?”

“See that four on the back?”

They both nodded.

“Well, let’s just say, that suit is designed for permanent wear and once it’s on, it will never ever come off if it’s sealed and finished. It’s permanent slavery for anyone sealed into that suit, and that’s for life.”

One of them looked scared but the other had the look of hunger bordering on desperation. And it was him who spoke.

“Oh fucking hell that’s hot.”

The other looked at his brother in shock and then immediately parroted him, adding “Oh god what I wouldn’t give to be in that, sealed forever. What else is there about it?”

“I could show you if you like.”

“What? How? You’ve not got some for trying on have you?”

“Of course sir. You could both try it on fully if you like. Don’t worry, it will only be temporary unless sealed.”

“Fuck that, make it permanent.”

“Yes! Absolutely permanent, never ever to be let out.”

“I’ll just go and get them, sir.” Alpha walked into the back. “Thanks for the warning or they would’ve both been cured and sealed before they knew it. Which one’s broken? The one who looked scared? Don’t forget, wait until I’m back.”

He handed both a suit and they each looked excited from the feel of it, almost fighting for the changing room.

Alpha returned to the desk. “I can see one of them was afraid of the idea until his brother said it was hot. Do they always try to outdo each other like that?”

One flash.

“And the scared one is the broken one?”

Two flashes. A long pause. One flash, two flashes. Then one flash, a very long pause, two flashes.

“Separate them? Use that button on the scared one?”

One flash.

Before long both came out dressed in them. Feeling themselves, fondling each other. The only things they’d not completed was the cock sheaths.

Alpha returned to them. “So, want to try the full suit. No, you won’t be sealed in permanently. We’d need to do a lot more work to see if you’re suitable before my Master considered taking ownership of you.”

“You’re a slave?”

“Oh yes, I’m a slave, sir. Have been for several years, permanent ownership, not just some play acting. You do understand what that means don’t you? You are both very young and having yourselves sealed in would mean for the rest of your lives. That could be for many many MANY years.”

One nodded eagerly, the other less so but took a deep breath.

“It’s so fucking hot, how could I not want this forever?”

“Well, the next part I need to do separately. You, with me, you wait here.”

The one who seemed more hesitant followed. The other just staring at himself in the mirror.

Alpha led him to the chair and without even prompting he sat in it and waited for the straps to be fastened.

“Now we’re out of earshot of your brother… You’re getting tired of this constant competing to be the most perverted aren’t you?”

“What are you talking about? We’ve been doing it all our lives and we love it.”

“I saw your reaction when I mentioned the suit’s permanence. You looked scared, you hesitated, he said it was hot and then immediately you wanted it more than anything. There are many benefits to the slavery on offer. I’ll tell you that.”

He looked around nervously. “How? How can being owned be beneficial?”

“I thought so. You’re not as eager as you let on. But I bet if he did it, you’d follow suit too, right?”

He sighed and nodded. “We’re practically joined at the hip. Think Jedward. Only with bondage thrown in. I’m getting a little tired of it now but he’d be devastated if I tried splitting up with him.”

“Why? Can’t he act independently?”

“He’s always been more… fragile, I think would be the best way to put it. Always the first to try new drugs. Always the first to have problems. I try. But sometimes he can be a right royal pain in the arse. This competition keeps him distracted from the more… fucked up stuff he tries at least.”

“I see… Well… I take it if you went for it, he would too?”

“Yes. He’d be more likely to leap at it than me.”

“Well, there’s one thing about slavery in one of those suits. You’d not be the only ones who looked identical. Even you’d have trouble telling yourselves apart from the rest and there are a few.”

“Really? A few, sealed in?”

“Permanently, yes. And we could separate you. You’d no longer be joined at the hip. You might never see him again and even if you did you might not recognise him.”

“Oh… Oh my god, that would be a dream come true. Why wouldn’t we be able to recognise our own voices though?”

Alpha smiled. “Open wide and I’ll show you. If you do decide to do this, one thing we will need. My Master insists on doing a full background check on anyone he accepts. I need as much as you can give me, personal, professional, recreational… On both of you, understand?”

“Oh god yes.”

“When you do, use the codeword Lonewolf to identify yourself so we know which one of you is which. And do not tell him about this conversation. You won’t be able to speak but you’ll be granted access to a laptop during initial training.”

Ten minutes later, a new slave was walking around the shop, utterly silenced by the tubing. He walked up to his brother.

“Now what do you think of that? I’m sorry, you never said your name?”

“Oh, sorry. Nige, that’s Neil. Bloody hell! What’s it feel like?”

Neil did a thumbs up.

“What?”

Neil pointed at his mouth.

“He can’t talk now. With what he has in him he can’t even make a noise, sir. And you want the same?”

“Oh fuck yeah!”

“Then follow me.”

Again, straight into the chair and strapped in.

“Are you sure you know the consequences of this if you ever did decide on permanent slavery?”

“It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

“And your brother?”

“He always does what I do.”

“You wouldn’t be the only pair you know and every slave in those suits is identical apart from the odd difference in height or build. Nothing special about twins in these suits. Just blank objects unable to speak. And you’d never be able to speak again. You will be allowed laptop access during initial training though.”

“Oh, he’ll do it.”

“And if you couldn’t recognise each other?”

“We’ll always be able to do that.”

“I’m not too sure. What happens if you got separated? If one got assigned to a different cell, a different compound, possibly even sold to separate Masters at slave auction?”

“Separated? Permanently?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck it, he’d survive.”

“But would you?”

“Just do it, I’ve never felt so horny!”

“OK. Understand this though. My Master insists on a full background check on all slaves he takes on. Anything we should know about either of you, you will tell us. Personal, professional and recreational and once you’ve been sealed in, you will give up everything else. Everything you own will be gone. If permanence is offered, when you’re sealed in, identify yourself to me. Use the code word Lone Ranger. ”

He nodded.

“Then open wide.”

Ten minutes later, this new slave was in the mirror room admiring himself. Alpha left him there and returned to the first.

“You. Write down everything. If you have anything on you, there didn’t seem to be much room for stuff in those outfits, get it now. Credit cards, driving licenses, etc. For both of you. Write down the rest.”

The slave ran off to the dressing room and returned with a few cards and began writing down their details. Alpha photocopied them, handed them back and the slave ran to put them back before continuing.

“Thanks. Now, another question before we consider you. I know what a chain represents. Are either of you already owned or even claimed by another Master?”

He shook his head.

“Why wear them then?”

His pen danced on the paper. “A friend died, we just wore them to show we weren’t available. He has my keys, I have his. It’s not just chains we’ve got on.”

Alpha looked down at the empty cock sheath and the bulge. “Chastity? Well, if you ever do decide on permanence, those will have to come off. Don’t worry, you’ll have chastity alright. The best in the world and it won’t be you holding the keys.”

He nodded and wrote again. “So what’s it like for those other ones?”

“They love it. Trust me. We’ve had one fool who didn’t want it. He stole one of the suits. His own actions caused its permanence and the only thing to do with him was to complete the sealing process. He’ll be a slave whether he likes it or not. He wouldn’t’ve survived for long in a suit that he was unable to remove without all the accessories.”

“Shit, what do you mean?”

“The suit is totally sealed off from the outside world, sir. Only the tube at the top of your head and the ones on your heals allow things in or out, for cleaning. The little hole near the arse, that isn’t for shitting though, it’s for a tube that connects to another addition. A butt plug that allows you to be flushed out every day.”

“And that’s permanent too?”

“Yes.”

“Oh bloody hell, now I’m getting horny. I… I’ll do it. If it means never having to hear our voices again doubly so. If it means not even recognising him again. Oh god. All I can say is, slavery for life and freedom from him… I’ll take the slavery every time. And with him enslaved, he won’t be allowed to do anything stupid will he?”

“No. No more drugs. No more anything else he’s been getting up to. Just do as you’re told. Write those down too. I take it it’s both or neither though?”

“Unfortunately yes. I’d never be able to shake him for long enough to come here alone and he knows about this place now so he’d always suspect. Besides, I could never leave him in the outside world. He needs me. Enslaved though, I think he’ll be controlled enough not to be a problem. If he is… What kinds of punishments are on offer?”

“Thought so. As for punishments… Oh god.” Alpha smirked. “The plug isn’t just for flushing. There’s more too. And a dungeon upstairs, but I bet he’d love most of that.”

“Oh, he would. As long as there’s something. Don’t worry. I won’t disobey.”

Alpha nodded as he watched some of the things Neil wrote down. “So, self harm too? He won’t be able to do that in a cured suit either. We could even give him a knife once it’s on, let him try cutting himself. He wouldn’t even scratch the suit, let alone himself.”

Neil stared at him. His shoulders began to shake in that now familiar way.

“Oh god he’s in for a shock.”

The other new piece of slave meat joined his brother by the counter then. Alpha took the sheet the first had written and handed a blank one to the second.

“Every single personal detail, slave. Everything, good or bad for both of you.”

He began jotting stuff down too. Alpha noted a lack of some of the stuff his brother had written about him.

“Anything more?”

He hesitated. Then wrote down a couple of other details. Drug offence, an arrest and a conditional discharge for possession and time spent in hospital after cutting himself.

Alpha nodded, satisfied.

“Well, feel free to wander or, if you want to experience that suit more fully, I can get you partly out of it and have those removed.” he pointed at his bulge.

One paused for a second… Then nodded, beckoning his brother over and pointed downstairs making a locking gesture.

His brother nodded too and held his thumbs up.

They both ran back to the changing rooms and another ten minutes later emerged completely covered, their cocks included.

“Now, that feels a lot better doesn’t it?”

Both nodded.

“Feel free to wander, experience what it’s like. But not too long eh?”

Both nodded and started looking around at the other slaves on display.

Alpha returned to the counter.

“How old are they? They don’t seem old enough.”

Both four and six flashed. One, then nine.

“Barely then. Very long lifetime for those two. Of course, that does increase their value. Probably get a good fifty years of work out of ‘em.”

Both flashed once.