2017-04-06 - spike - Oh god what a suit 31

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 31
Date: 06 April 2017

The slaves lined up in the gym and again, mesh suits on and handed their uniforms for the day. Mansfield took Zak’s words to heart. No matter what they ordered him to wear he’d just put it on without hesitation from now on. He was anonymous. What was the point of being embarrassed?

What he had dumped in front of him was a yellow rubber vest with a very odd cut and a pair of rubber chaps with yellow stripes. Not even a pair of boots this time. Then four smeared something on his big toe.

“Mary. You’re a pig in more ways than one now. So, you might as well do your job. Your big toe’s shielded, it can move while the rest will be locked. Tap the pressure pad under that toe. You’ve heard the rhyme often enough now. And don’t try wiggling it to alert a customer. We’ll have a camera trained on it so anything like that and you know what you’ll get.”

The costume didn’t look too bad… The vest’s unusual cut became obvious once it was on, exposing his nipples. Not nearly as humiliating as the maid outfit, until he glanced down. His rubber covered cock and balls on display for all to see and the bastard was starting to rise to the occasion again.

He’d made sure he remained next to Zak the whole time and when four had his back turned he gave him a nudge and started gesturing, very small, very quick now.

“What did he mean, more ways than one?”

“Pig? You’re an ex-copper remember.”

“I know, everyone knows that one but”

Zak’s shoulders began to shake a little again. “Really? I thought everyone knew the other one too. In words you might understand the sleaziest of queers, always up for the dirty stuff.”

“Fuck, so we even share a nickname with” He stopped himself in midsentence.

“Yeah, pain in the arse sharing a nickname with the police.”

“Touche.”

Then the voice from four’s tablet. “Right, you know where to go. Dismissed.”

The slaves filed out. Well, all of them except six and four.

Mansfield looked back at those two once more before the door closed behind him and he made his way back down to the shop floor. He didn’t complain or resist. He just stepped into his display case and took up the stance.

A minute later, Alpha appeared, plugged in the suit, turned on the case and faced Mansfield square on.

“You might be thinking this outfit isn’t humiliating enough for you. That it seems rather mild.”

Alpha sank out of sight and then he felt something. Alpha was gripping his bollocks and pulling, hard. There was a snap snap snap sensation like press studs and a tightness around the base of his balls. Then… Oh fucking hell what was that? It felt like a thousand little needles pushing into the top of his scrotum and a weight yanked his balls. It seemed to be swinging back and forth too!

Then Alpha rose up in his field of vision again, held up a pair of nipple clamps connected to a chain and applied them too.

“Enjoy Mary. I may apply a few weights to your nipple chain too during the day, just to keep things interesting for you.”

Mary… Ah what the fuck, he might as well. He gave up. Zak was right. Nothing was right. Let them win. His name was Mary, he’d never be Pete Mansfield again anyway so why hold onto it. At least today he had some sharper pains to distract him from the one building in his arse again.
* * * * *
The excitement of the previous day seemed to have died down. Still more than the usual customer wise but not nearly as many.

It was during a lull that Alpha noticed some flashing coming from Mary.

“What’s that Mary? There’s no one in the shop right now.”

The flashing stopped. Then one flash.

“Ah, didn’t believe me, eh? Just testing?”

One flash.

“How are you liking your additions for the day?”

Two long flashes. Then a long pause. One flash, two flashes.

“Ah, finally coming round I see. Nothing seems to be having a very positive influence on you. Let me guess, the nipple clamps are turning you on but the pain in your balls is turning you off again and your cock doesn’t know what to do?”

Another long pause. One flash.

“Good. That was the intention. As you seem to be being honest about your feelings now, how would you like more time in the dungeon?”

Another long pause. One flash.

“Very good. Very good indeed. No more resistance?”

Two flashes.

“You submit to us fully?”

One flash.

“I think this deserves a reward. But not yet. And you’re sorry for being a cunt towards us?”

One flash.

“Excellent. Your journey to the dark side is almost complete, Mary. But don’t let yourself think we’ll go any easier on you from now on. We still have a lot of work to do with you.”

Another long pause. One flash.

Another rush of customers ended that conversation and then at six, Ben came in. He was still in uniform.

“Hello Alpha.”

“Official business again?”

“Nah, just came in straight from work. No time to change.” he pulled aside his shirt to show the rubber beneath. “Still got it on, sir.”

“Good. I wouldn’t expect anything different. So, what brings you here tonight?”

“I received further orders this morning. I’ve got to buy a… what was it?” he looked at his phone. “Douche, size three butt plug, bottle of lube and lockable leather butt plug harness.”

Alpha began to chuckle.

“What?”

“I think I see where Master’s going with this one.”

“What? What’s a douche anyway? I know it’s French for shower, I remember that much from school.”

“Oh, it’s something very different here. You use it to clean yourself out, completely. Shove it up your arse, fill your colon with water and flush, flush, flush until the water comes out clean.”

“Really? Bit extreme isn’t it?”

“That depends on what you intend to do next. Judging by the other three items on your shopping list, I think I know what he has in mind. I’ll go and get them for you. Have a wander if you like, decided to make the mannequins more interesting.”

Ben did that, got to the first one and stared.

Alpha returned to the counter with his order just as he saw more flashes on the board. He looked around to see a heavy set man walking down an aisle.

“Which one flashed then?”

Mary’s light again. Four flashes.

“Foe?”

One flash.

“Hardly matters, he’ll never recognise you in that.”

Two flashes, four flashes.

“The foe isn’t something your worried about for you?”

Two flashes. Four flashes. A long pause. Two flashes, six flashes. Then a pause and one flash.

“Letters?”

One flash.

“A? You mean me?”

One flash.

“Is this your doing, Mary?”

One flash.

Alpha grabbed the mobile and began sending a text.
* * * * *
Ben wandered around the rest. A sailor, a full rubber catsuit, a skinhead striking a rather aggressive pose. He found that one quite sexy too. One in army camouflage gear, one in a rubber sleepsack with only the head poking out. He’d just spotted the one destined to annoy Mansfield when his phone buzzed.

He checked the text. “Trouble, Beta. Hide in changing room. Just in case.”

Ben ducked behind a rack of rubberwear and looked. Yep, trouble alright. He knew that one. What the fuck he was doing here he had no idea. He was normally one hauled in for assaults linked to a loan shark. He hopped from hiding place to hiding place until finally, changing room, yank the curtain shut. Peer through. Perfect vantage point for the counter.
* * * * *
“Can I help you, sir?”

“Yeah, got a message for you.”

“And that message is?”

The man lunged across the counter attempting to grab Alpha by the throat but Alpha was ready, he dodged, ducked and scurried under the counter hatch. The shop floor had much more room to manoeuvre.

The thug pounced but months of training in the boxing ring gave Alpha the edge. He snatched a whip off the display. “Not a very vocal message. Who’s it from?”

“Stand still you little shit so I can beat the living crap out of you.”

“You seriously expect me to just let you beat me up?”

Another lunge. Another miss. Then Ben pounced, grabbed the thugs arms and snapped on the cuffs before he knew what was happening.

“What the fuck? Let go of me!”

Alpha was looking a little pale. He took a few deep breaths. “Thanks Ben. And thank fuck you were here, I wouldn’t’ve been able to dodge him forever. Probably would’ve started smashing up the place if he couldn’t catch me.”

“Pleasure’s all mine. Who sent you here?”

“Fuck off Watkins!”

Alpha stared. “You know each other?”

Ben nodded. “Me and Mary hauled this one in for loan shark enforcement half a dozen times in the past year. What the fuck he’s doing here… You’re not in debt are you? How did you know he was trouble?”

“I just saw the same look of distaste as he was walking around. Not the type to come in here for any other reason than to cause trouble. As for debt, what use is money to a slave? You and Mary? You don’t think…”

“Well, he didn’t show up for work this week. We checked his flat and that was stripped bare too. He couldn’t. Could he? I know he’s a cunt but this is taking the piss even for him.”

“Who the fuck is Mary?”

“My ex-partner, Collins. You know? Fat bloke. Hates gays. Makes a lemon sweet in comparison? Did he send you?”

“I ain’t sayin nuffin.”

Ben began searching his pockets. Inside one of them, a small card. He stared at it. “Oh fucking hell, he has an all. Look!”

He handed the card to Alpha. “Get out of my city you pervert! PM. Well. Looks like that’s the last you’ll see of Mary, Ben.”

“Never expected it to go down like this though. OK, let’s get this finished off. Dominic Collins, I am arresting you for common assault.”

Again the same rights thing as before. Alpha realised he was beginning to hear that far too often. Two times in a couple of weeks so far.

Ben reached for his radio. “Watkins PC438NH to dispatch. Requesting a van for pickup.”

“Watkins? Didn’t you sign off duty half an hour ago?”

“Yeah. Ran into a spot of bother while visiting a friend on the way home. Seems my oh so beloved ex-partner has an axe to grind. Sent Crusher Collins to beat up the proprietor of that fetish shop I told you about.”

“Mary? Did that? Bloody hell, we’ll send someone down, they’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Thanks. Wondered why he’d made himself scarce. The shop keeper threatened to whip him if he ever showed up again. Obviously decided to teach him a lesson.”

“Aren’t you going to arrest him too then?”

“Why would I? There’s nothing against the law about losing your temper when ffff idiots like Mary spout off. I checked. It’s not like he was even on duty at the time. If he was he would’ve been with me.”

“True. OK. The van’s been dispatched.”

“Thanks. Out. Are you OK Ben?”

“I’ll be fine. Just glad I go to the gym. Would’ve been screwed if I didn’t have a few moves of my own there.”

“I’ll get this thing out of your face then. We can just as easily wait outside. In the rain. Get him nice and uncomfortably soaked before pickup. I’ll be back in to pick up the stuff once he’s gone.”

Ben shoved the idiot out of the shop and Alpha returned to the counter.

“Well, you have been a naughty boy, haven’t you Mary?”

One flash.

“You’ve provided us with the perfect explanation for your disappearance too, you realise that?”

A long pause. One flash.

“Why did you warn me? Was it because of a sense of loyalty to your Masters or because you feared what would happen once I’d recovered enough from the beating to read that card?”

Another long pause. Two flashes.

“Thought so. But you did warn me and you’re still being honest. That deserves a reward.”

Alpha walked up to the case and activated the fob. Then he opened the case and removed the ball weights.

“We’ll talk after work.”