2017-04-02 - spike - Oh god what a suit 27

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 27
Date: 02 April 2017

Mansfield squirmed in the cage in self loathing. Oh, it was comfortable enough, but they’d shoved one of those other slaves in with him. Forcing him to sleep with one of them and it didn’t seem to want to keep its hands off him.

What made it worse was, he didn’t want it to. For the first time in over a week he was free to move and he felt a need for human contact. When it began hugging him while he was sobbing, trying to comfort him, he returned the embrace.

That wasn’t the least of it though. They’d put something on his cock in that dungeon while they did unspeakable things to him. Something they’d used to determine just how sexually excited he became. He’d shaken his head five times as instructed to indicate absolute hatred of everything they did, but that’s not what his cock had said. It had betrayed him every single step of the way.

They’d tied him up in countless positions and each time he was immobilised his cock had sprang up to full salute and god did he want a wank during those. They’d all played with him. Fondled him. Teased him. Even tortured him. The only things his cock lost its vitality to were the ball crushing, the caning, whipping and paddling, god those’d hurt. Even the nipple clamps and clothes pegs had his manhood bouncing with glee.

His mind? In there he had hated it all, but only because he found he was deeper down enjoying a lot of it and that made him hate it and himself even more. They hadn’t even activated the plug up his arse to fake it either, it was his natural responses.

By the end of that, what had they called it, evaluation? He knew, even without their mind games, he was a pervert. And he was stuck here for the rest of his life? He had to get away before they dragged him into further depths of depravity. He had to! How could anyone… But clearly a lot did. They had entire stores large enough for a small supermarket packed with stuff to cater for them. This wasn’t even the biggest one in the city.

They had clubs where hundreds of them could gather. All into one of those abnormal disgusting things this shop catered for. The things they’d forced onto him. The things they’d forced him to admit he enjoyed.

Then he shuddered again at the memory of the moment before they’d shoved him in the cage. Standing in that fucking case again when Watkins returned.

“Oh god, I’m looking forward to this, Mary.”

The sound of a door opening, then Ben’s voice.

“Hello, sir.”

“First off… How’ve you been handling your orders this week?”

“God. Some were really quite difficult, sir. Only eat one salad, bit strict sir?”

Alpha chuckled. “I’ll admit to you now, slave. As you’re mine, I told you my Master owned you by default too… He’s the one issuing your orders. What else has he had you do?”

“He denied me access to the pub on all but one occasion, sir. Even forced me to watch Coronation Street, sir. I hate that programme. He allowed me to go to the fetish club, but only wearing one of my leather jocks. That was good though. Had a whale of a time again.”

“Well, that’s slavery. Remote control, long distance, it’s a lot different to being with your Master at all times of course, but it’s a little taste.”

Ben chuckled. “I see your point. Can’t supervise me from a thousand miles away, so orders me to do stuff instead. He even made sure I sent proof.”

“Of course. No point in just telling someone unless he knows they’re at least trying to do it. Anyway, let’s begin with the basics, slave. I… think for the purposes of your basic slave training, from now on, your name is Beta.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“First, on your knees before your Master.”

A shuffling sound.

“Good. I’ll correct you as we go along. Your posture’s all wrong for a start. Hands behind your back, head down. Show you submit. Never look your Master in the eyes unless he commands it. You are a slave and have to show your Master due respect.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“That’s much better. Now today I’m going to also introduce you to some things you may find a little more alarming than normal. First off, you’ve experienced a lot on the bondage and S&M side. You’ve not experienced yellow, how do you feel about that now? I know what your initial reaction to the idea was.”

“Watersports, sir? I’ve learned a hell of a lot about myself since that first time in the shop, sir. I’d like to try it, sir if it pleases you but I’ll never get over the scat limit, sir. Even rimming.” The sound of his voice when he mentioned them sounded almost as disgusted as Mansfield used to.

“Oh, don’t worry about scat. That’s something neither me or my Master are into. Safety is a primary concern for both of us. As long as the arsehole’s thoroughly cleaned out before hand though, rimming is safe. Would you be prepared to try it with a barrier?”

“A barrier?”

“Simply put a bit of lubed clingfilm up there. Then rim.”

“Oh, that’ll be fine, sir.”

Then the sound of the dungeon door closing, a click, four turning off the case and manhandling him into the cage.

Mansfield prodded his companion drew a question mark in the air.

It nodded and shrugged, so he spelt it out letter by letter.

“What the fuck is scat?”

The figure clutched its sides in silent laughter.

“Why is jazz so distasteful?”

Then it put its hand on his shoulder, pointed at his arse, made a grabbing gesture and shoved it towards his mouth.

Mansfield recoiled in disgust banging his back against the bars of the cage.

The figure rocked with laughter again. Then began spelling out something with his finger too.

“Yeah. It’s revolting. Some do, but it’s rare.”

“And what’s rimming?”

He made his hand wiggle like a tongue next to his mouth and then pointed at the arse again.

“How can anyone volunteer for this? Slavery? Sealed in this fucking suit forever?”

“Well, the others obviously did. After spending a few days here I know I’ll survive it. I’ll probably even like it and fully embrace it in a week.”

My god this method of communication was tiring. But he kept at it.

“You didn’t?”

“No. You obviously didn’t.”

“No. They snatched me off the street.”

“Fuck! Why? What the hell did you do to them?”

His head sagged in shame. “I’ve been a twat towards the queer community for years. Hated the deviant bastar… Sorry. Finally said a few wrong things in exactly the wrong place. Here. Alpha got so angry he threatened to whip me if I returned. How did you end up here then?”

“I tried on the suit three weeks or so ago. Loved it but they said it wasn’t for sale. Prototype. But I’d seen one hanging on display in the back. I took a hacksaw to the chain and stole it.”

“They put you in here for stealing it?”

“I put me in here. I didn’t know about the suit. You saw how stretchy it was?”

He nodded.

“Not anymore. I took it to a fetish club and danced the night away. All that time exposing it to more and more UV light. All the time feeling it gripping my body a little tighter, feeling better and better through the night. Lots of fluorescent crap that glows in the dark in fetish clubs.”

“So?”

“They call it curing.” it paused after each sentence until it was sure he’d got it. “It turns from that stretchy stuff into something more like rubber under UV. End of the night when I tried getting it off, I couldn’t even pull the mouth down an inch. They said the only way to survive in this now was to take it fully.”

“And you agreed?”

“I didn’t have any choice. That cleaning stuff? The gag and nose tubes stop any of that crap getting inside. Stops you from swallowing it or inhaling. The arse plug stops you from shitting in the suit. I’d’ve only been able to live in it without these additions for a week or two. Then problems. Serious ones.”

As it continued to talk, its gestures began to get smaller, faster. He began doing the same.

“It can’t be that good a suit. Oh, I admit even I like the feeling but why not cut it off?”

“Don’t you think I tried? It can’t be. When they said it’s permanent, god did they mean it. I blunted every knife in my kitchen. And a Dremmel cutting tool. Didn’t even scratch it. Then my bladder started to complain and I didn’t see any choice but to come back here.”

Mansfield realised he wasn’t the only one hard done by now. He gripped his companion to comfort him in return.

Fuck it, they were going to be in this cage for the next god knows how long anyway.

He pointed. “Friend?”

It nodded. “What’s your name?”

“Pete. Unless you want to know what they’ve been calling me?”

“Oh. I know. I’m Zak. Why Mary though?”

“My partner. Seems he’s one of them. I didn’t know I’d been making his life hell for years. He came up with the nickname Mary Whitehouse. Wouldn’t be surprised if they’d all been calling me that behind my back at the station.”

“Well. Even if you’re not gay, it’s clear from what they said in there, you’re kinky.”

“And loathing it and myself for it.”

“Why? What’s wrong with a bit of kink? It just makes life more interesting.”

“I’m too old. Too set in my ways. They told me by the time they’re done with me I’ll be a bigger perv than any of them.”

“Oh get over yourself. This is your life now. Fuck your old baggage, your old prejudices. Drop it all. Lose it. You’re here and you’re going to make life hell for yourself far more than they will unless you let yourself enjoy it.”

“But”

The figure slapped his hands away before he could continue.

“Why punish yourself? If you want to feel better than them, what better way than to take what they’re doing to you and turn it against them? Enjoy it. Embrace it even. And stop hating us queers and yourself. Everyone has the odd kink deep down. Many never find it. Consider yourself one of the lucky ones who has.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“It seems to me you don’t have any choice. Hell for the rest of your life or…”

His shoulders sagged again. “I’ll try.”

He gripped his new friend and they fell asleep in each others embrace.
* * * * *
“Progress report, Alpha?”

“I… think you know what we’ve been getting up to in the dungeon again, sir.”

Q laughed. “Indeed. Very well done. You had him drinking four’s piss. You’re working his arse too. I never realised just how much of a good investment that fucking machine would be.”

“And he loved it, sir. He’s asleep in the cage now, sir.”

“When you release him in the morning, tell him to book his two weeks six weeks from now.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And the thief? The bigot?”

“I think the thief is adjusting, sir. Even responding to its name, sir. No resistance and enjoyed itself by the looks of it even though we worked them hard in the dungeon and gym today.”

“Very good. And Mary?”

“The use of the tumescence monitor was required for that one, sir. It denied liking anything. Shook its head five times for every single thing we did to it. Its cock on the other hand…”

“So, it has some kinks. Any good ones?”

“Obviously we can’t fuck it now or have it suck cock, so its been saved from all the homosexual sex it despised so much but it did appear to get excited by bondage. Corporal punishment was a complete turn off for it, sir but clothes pegs and nipple clamps, yes, sir. I think its likely to attempt an escape before the week is out though, sir.”

“Good. Let it try. You know what that means and it’s time it experienced the consequences of such an attempt.”

“Yes, sir. There was one surprising thing when we went to bed, sir.”

“And that was?”

“Nothing and Mary were embracing each other, asleep in their cage. I think they’ve grown to like each other.”

“More than that, Alpha. They’ve been talking.”

“Talking? How?”

“Gestures. I didn’t pick up much of the conversation. Their movements got smaller and faster as they got used to it as a method. They were spelling everything out with a little bit of mime thrown in. It began with Mary asking what scat was. The camera wasn’t able to pick up much after their how they got stuck there stories.”

“So, allow them to continue to communicate, sir? Or put them both in strait jackets during the night?”

“Anything that helps bring Mary around to our way of thinking, let it continue. I may send a small camera so that more can be seen of their conversations within the cage though. If they begin plotting and we pick up on it, then, strait jackets. It does seem that nothing has accepted its new life though. Any sign of defiance, punish it twice as severely as you would a normal slave. Otherwise, normal rewards for good work and attitude.”

“Yes, sir.”

“We may get a good slave out of that one after all. Fetch those first blanks down here. One at a time. If nothing and Mary can talk, it’s bound to spread.”

Four selected Steve on his tablet. “Blank. Come down to the back room. Now.”

It was only a couple of minutes before a blank stood in the doorway.

Four stood and pointed at the chair. “Sit.”

“Ah, blank. Allow me to introduce myself. I am your true Master, Master Q.”

The slave sank off the chair and knelt, then thanked.

“I’ve been getting good reports on your progress. It appears that Mary and nothing had quite a long conversation in their cage today. I’ll have to commend Mary on its ingenuity but in the meantime it has got a consequence and I want to ensure all slaves have their stories straight in case it spreads to you. Understood?”

blank reached for the laptop. “Yes, sir. Anything, sir. And thank you. I never expected I’d learn to even like the life of a slave but when four said I’d love it, god was he right.”

“So, if you do begin talking to those two, what will you tell them now?”

“That it was entirely my choice, I didn’t just volunteer. I begged to be sealed in, much like six’s blank did, sir. I love it and know it’ll never end, sir.”

“And what is your name?”

“Blank, sir.”

“And your old name?”

“Irrelevant sir. I’ve set it aside, chosen to forget everything before the suit. This is my life, what happened before the suit might as well have been a different person, sir.”

“Very good. The mesh suits are ready for tomorrow. These will allow you to wear items from around the shop and still remain frozen. For you, I think you’re the right build for a similar costume to Ben.”

“Leather god? Thank you, sir! I won’t let you down, sir. If you want me to point out any friends...”

“That won’t be necessary in your case. But you do accept it fully and your story will always be one of voluntary servitude?”

“Yes, sir. Definitely, sir. Never looking back, sir.”

“Good. I like a slave with a good attitude. I may not need to sell you at auction after all. Dismissed.”

The slave ran back upstairs.

Another fiddle. “blank, come to the back room. Now.”

And another slave stood in the doorway.

Four pointed at the chair again.

“blank, Master Q, your true Master. Master Q, the blank you did the biggest of favours for, sir. Screwing his ex.”

Q chuckled. “Thank you, four. Blank. Nothing and Mary sharing a cell appears to have had the unintended consequence of communication. This will undoubtedly spread so I wish to ensure your back story is satisfactory. This will be the story of your life for anyone you talk to from now on, is that understood?”

“Yes sir. And thanks sir. God. Best thing that ever happened to me. I can’t believe that first night how fucking livid I was compared to now.”

“So blank. Tell me your tale.”

“I came to the shop, tried on the suit, got addicted, couldn’t get enough of it. Fifth time I expressed a wish of never getting out of it and haven’t looked back since. Best decision I ever made, sir.”

“And your old name? Your old life?”

“It was crap, best to forget it sir. I’m blank and happy with it until you choose a new one for me, sir, if you ever bother to.”

“Very good. Another I may have to keep hold of. Oh, I have a little travel update for you, blank.”

“Travel update, sir?”

“Yes. Your Facebook page is now packed with European cities. The tour of Europe your phone took using all the money drained from the accounts is still going strong. At first, the Facebook account remained tight lipped about its next destination. It’s been all over the Netherlands, then on to Belgium, Germany, Switzerland, France and Italy over the past month. It started being less careful gradually and is now announcing its next destination each time and it appears Damon is falling for it. He’s been sighted by the slave with your camera in Turing, Venice and Pisa. Next stop, Spain, then Portugal. Finally, the trail will go cold as he enters west Africa. That is where you’ll be presumed dead.”

The slave gripped his sides and his shoulders started shaking.

“four, what is that?”

“Sorry, sir. It’s laughing, sir. We can’t vocalise but we still suffer the same spasms and fits when we laugh as you do, sir. It can be a little confusing the first few times you see it, sir.”

“Yes. So I see.”

The slave reached for the keyboard. “Oh god, thank you sir. That’s the icing on the cake, sir. Anything you ever want no matter what, I will never let you down sir.”

“Yes, slave. That is the purpose of your life after all.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. Just expressing my gratitude and willingness, sir. I’ll never show reluctance or defiance to an order, sir after what you’ve done for me, sir.”

“Excellent. Tomorrow, you will don a mesh suit. I think naval officer uniform for you. Dismissed.”

And that slave ran back up to the gym.

“Four. I’d like to commend you on your choice of slaves. Even the ones unwillingly taken are exemplary. Even the one brought here has adjusted well. It appears he doesn’t require as much psychiatric help as I originally suspected.”

“Thank you, sir. It’s good to hear Gaz is doing well, sir.”

“For you… I’ll allow you to choose as a reward. Anything in the shop you wish to wear over your mesh suit tomorrow.”

“Thank you, sir. I’ll have to think about it. There’s a lot to choose from, sir. But it will have to be something bootless in order to use the pressure pad.”

“Only two more points. Alpha, send Ben home in a rubber vest. Instructions, not to remove it until directly ordered to by text. No requests for permission to remove it will be replied to. I decide when he can take it off.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, and expect three pods next Sunday. Six and the first two blanks have been there long enough. I’ll leave six’s slave. He can be yours, four. If the twins join us this week, we want a couple of slaves to mix them up a little once the others have come home after all.”

“Thank you, sir. He’s a good slave now he’s realised, sir. A pleasure to train him, sir.”

“You will of course train nothing too. And Mary.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Q. Out.”