2017-04-23 - spike - Oh god what a suit 47

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 47
Date: 23 April 2017

Four led Beta onto the shop floor the next morning and pointed at his case.

“Just step inside, make sure your big toe’s resting on that pad there and enjoy the show. You sure you don’t want to wear anything on top?”

“First time, just flaunt myself. I’ll try a few things later in the week.”

“Or you’ll put on what’s ordered. Alpha’s choice that.”

“Very true. Hope he puts me in that skinhead outfit. Was that one of the slaves? That pose it took...”

“Yeah, that was one of us. Skinhead’s a bit of a departure from police. Almost the opposite in that pose.”

“Yeah. Still found it incredibly sexy though.”

“Well, remember the rhyme. If it hadn’t been for that it would’ve been a lot more difficult getting everything I needed to across about Zak.”

“Why?”

“He came in two weeks before he stole five, tried on one of the temp suits. The moment he passed my case I tapped four times, hoping Alpha might take him, put him in a perm suit and make him suffer.”

“I thought he was one of your friends!”

“He was among the circle of friends… Take it you never met him. He was a complete git in a crowd. I let him know in no uncertain terms it was his fault Dan committed suicide, all those jabs and snide remarks over the years whittling at my confidence.”

“So he didn’t know?”

“No. My friends did. But I had a little fun with them too. They all came into the shop individually. None of them knew who each other were when they finally met. Still don’t and probably never will. Well, six knew, he assisted in prepping them.” Four looked down. “Do you want me to let that deflate a little or freeze you in full erection?”

“Suppose we’d better let it sag a little. Don’t want to give myself away too much. I’ve never seen a mannequin with cock and balls before, let alone one that can be pumped to full hard on. It’s just the thought of being seen but never recognised.”

“Well, you’ll have a lot of fun with that today.” Four waited until it’d deflated to a semi. “Assume the pose, Beta.”

Beta stood straight, arms by his side and toe on the pressure pad, four reached down, switched on the case and locked the door. Then he walked away.

For the rest of the day, Beta relished that feeling of utter immobility… Well, almost, his big toe could still move. Alpha chatted to him and he responded in the only way he could, with yes/no answers and the occasional departure by spelling something.

His cock fought against the prison of his suit many times that day. He delighted in it.

Customers came and went, many admiring him, all silent but by the movement of their lips he began to grasp the general idea behind what they were saying. A couple of them even enquired about him to Alpha and he handed them something and wrote something down. More new recruits perhaps? Maybe he’d only find out when he was five.
* * * * *
The moment four had locked Beta’s case, he made a beeline to Mary’s and released it, leading it up to the gym. Before the workout began however, he sat on his cushion and motioned to Mary to sit beside him.

“Not spoken in a while. Not properly. How are you adjusting now?”

“Diddly was right. It is my life now and it’s not hell for me anymore. Actually beginning to like some of it.”

“Good. Thought you might. Which parts are you still hating?”

“The loss of taste and smell. The lack of freedom to go where I want but I accept that. I’m even beginning to think I deserve it a little.”

“Good! Cos you do. And your love of diddly?”

“Confused. I’m not gay!”

“I think you’re misunderstanding what homosexuality is. Are two brothers gay if they love each other? Or father and son?”

“Of course not.”

“Did you get sexually excited at any time you shared a cage with diddly?”

“No.”

“Well then. If you’re not gay there’s nothing anyone can do to make you so. I’ve heard some say there’s a little bit of gayness in everyone, there is no black and white but even so. There’s no more hope of turning you into a screaming homosexual than there is curing a gay and turning them straight like those loonies in America keep trying to do. Think of diddly as a brother. It became that during your imprisonment together.”

Mary stared at him.

“I want you to conduct a little thought experiment now.”

“What like?”

“Simple enough. Just imagine what your life would be like right now if you’d discovered your kinks ten years ago.”

“But I’m not gay. I would’ve never done anything with them even if I did like being tied up!”

Four sighed. “You don’t need to be gay to be kinky. You saw that film. She was a mistress. He was posing as a sub and became one. Nothing gay in that film. It was a het film. Straight. And judging by the fact that there’s ten times more straight people out there than gays, it stands to reason their fetish scene’s even bigger than ours.”

“Really?”

“Lots of mistresses out there punishing naughty ministers and high end executives. Of course, those are the only ones that reach the tabloids. It goes much deeper than that. Just imagine what your life would’ve been like if ten years ago you’d found that kink.”

“But I was married ten years ago!”

“Divorced?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe you’d’ve still been married now if she’d tied you to the bed and given you the odd spanking for forgetting the milk once in a while. Kinks add to a relationship. Spice up your sex life. There’s nothing wrong with them, gay or straight.”

“Oh bloody hell!”

Four laughed. “Exactly. Now. How are you feeling? Physically.”

“Fine? Why?”

Four stood and walked over to a mirror. Beckoned Mary to join him.

“What?”

“Look at yourself. God you were a bloaty bastard that first time. Now look.”

Mary did, for the first time in weeks. It hadn’t even bothered looking in the mirror the door was hidden behind since then. It turned side on and stared. It turned around. Flexed its muscles. Felt itself all over.

“What the…”

“We’ve been working you hard in the gym for weeks, Mary. You’ve been eating nothing but perfectly balanced food. You’re getting fitter. You’re losing your gut too. You might even look almost as good as me in it before this is over. Even your arms have grown more muscular.”

Mary suddenly looked much more alert. It pointed at the scale.

“You want me to weigh you?”

It nodded so four led it to the scales. It got up on them and stared. It weighed fifteen and a half stone.

“Oh fucking hell! I’ve lost over a stone in a month! Thank you, sir.”

“God, where did that come from?”

“My doctor warned me, cut down on the booze, get some exercise, lose a few stones or it’d be an early grave! I was already starting to suffer from high blood pressure. I’m going to think of this differently now, sir. Honestly. You might’ve saved my life. Or at least extended it by twenty years.”

“Twenty years a slave, Mary.”

“Better than five years a shit and then dead, sir.”

“Well this is a major breakthrough. Now, you said to diddly that you’d even request the things you hated. We know from the tumescence monitor what didn’t turn you on. The whipping, paddling, caning and spanking. Why was that?”

“They hurt!”

“Yes, but you’ve shown you do have a masochistic streak, Mary.”

“What? When?”

“Those nipple clamps are a lot more painful than a whipping if they’re kept on long enough and then removed. That got you to full attention straight away. Same with the clothes pegs.”

Mary began to laugh. “I’d not thought of it like that before, sir.”

Four had an idea then. “We’ve established you’re straight. I wonder...”

He deselected Mary and opened up his voice settings, created a new voice profile he could switch to and began fiddling.

“You naughty boy.”

He fiddled some more, repeating the phrase as the voice became more and more feminine, more, well, sultry. Deep for a woman, sexy…”

“What are you up to, four? Why the Mariella Frostrup impression?”

“Really? I suppose that is going a little too far. Just a sec, sir.”

A little more fiddling.

“How’s that, sir?”

“Sounds a little like Joanna Lumley now. But why?”

“Perfect. Mary’s not gay, sir. We’re trying to turn it into the biggest pervert in history, not the biggest gay pervert, we know that’s a pointless goal, sir. I figured maybe a female voice might help it like some of the things it didn’t get turned on by last time, sir.”

Alpha began to laugh. “Oh fuck that’s clever. Good call there.”

“We’ve had another major breakthrough with it too sir. It called me sir without any threats or prompting.”

“What? Why? What did you do to it?”

“I plonked it in front of a mirror. It was as surprised at how much weight it’d lost as you were, sir. Said we could very well have saved its life. Doctor threatening it with an early grave if it didn’t lose weight, cut down on the booze and get some exercise, sir. First time it’s shown any gratitude since it got here. As it said, sir. Better twenty years a slave than five years a shit and then dead, sir.”

“That is a major breakthrough. Well done, four. Hope the new voice works out with it too.”

Four saved the settings and returned to his own voice.

“I’m going to take you into the dungeon after your workout Mary. I’ll reapply that tumescence monitor and retest you. But this time, it might take a little imagination.”

“Why?”

“I want you to imagine there’s a woman in this suit. I’ll wear a jock to hide my package, should look smooth enough down there with that on. I’m afraid I can’t do anything about the breasts but I can do this.”

“Do what?”

Four switched voices.

“You have been a naughty boy haven’t you?”

Mary stepped back in shock, then began to laugh. It took it a couple of minutes before it recovered enough to twiddle.

“Think that’ll help?”

“Oh god. Can’t hurt to try, sir. I didn’t know it could do that.”

“I’ve not experimented much with the voice settings since I found one I liked. Knew it was possible though.”

Mary began to shift uncomfortably in its chastity.

“God, even the voice is turning you on?”

Mary nodded.

“Should get interesting then.”

Even during the workout, four could see a difference. Mary didn’t need to be ordered or threatened anymore. It did it all just be being pointed at whichever weight set or equipment was next and it really started putting the effort in too.

Mary cooperated fully in the dungeon too and combined with the female voice, much more progress. And many more turn ons.

The change was quite surprising to four. Whipping, spanking, even paddling produced a response, the limit came when it got to caning. That, Mary still hated. Being used as a urinal was the most non-responsive thing ever.

At the end of its assessment, four strapped it to the wheel, turned it upside down and joined the doctor for his few hours of immobility. As he stood there in the mirror room, that familiar unwelcome dull throb gradually returned. The old dosage of drugs was wearing off.

Four released it before nine so it could return to its case.

“So, a few more turn ons now with the new voice. Can’t believe it helped so much.”

“Please, sir. No more piss.”

“Why? Don’t worry. It’s safe. Not as if you have to taste it like Beta did those times.”

“Times?”

“First time, dungeon. Second time, when we went out to the fetish night. There, he volunteered to drink it straight from Alpha’s cock while he was standing at the bar, just to save him a trip to the loo.”

“God! Really!? That’s d”

“I know, disgusting. Even Beta said that when he first heard of it but he’s changed since then. Experience. It’s what life’s all about. Yours have been forced on you admittedly but quite a few would’ve never been done to you otherwise and you like a lot now. You also realise that now you’ve asked me not to, I’ll be more inclined to?”

Mary stared at four, its shoulders sagged and it nodded.

“Still hating liking it?”

“A little. I’m getting over it, sir. I actually enjoyed myself in there today.”

“Good. Cos I’ll continue your training in there for the rest of the week until Beta’s out on shop assistant duty. Sorry, but you may be spending a lot more time in the case next week. Actually, no, not sorry. It’s just how it is.”

“Even that, I can live with. I love bondage. I admit it now. And as diddly said, you can’t get better than the bondage in that case.”

“Still feeling a loathing for the perverts who walk past?”

“No sir. I’d not noticed until you pointed out how much weight I’d lost but even they’ve stopped looking at me with that disgusted expression now. That helped. Add to that I now know what it is to be one of them…”

“Mary, I’m actually starting to like you. Don’t let yourself think that means I’ll go any easier on you though.”

“I wouldn’t want you to anymore, sir.”