2017-04-23 - spike - Oh god what a suit 48

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 48
Date: 23 April 2017

Those two weeks flew by, even before they’d begun he knew he’d love it but now, he knew he never wanted it to end.

But, it had to. He had to return to work in order to tender his resignation. That would be easy enough at least. Lots of his friends in the force had quit over the past few years due to this or that reason and he knew the lot of them.

The first week, standing in that display… He’d loved every minute.

He’d even spotted a known shoplifter and alerted Alpha allowing him to lock the door. The man in question rushing out of the shop with a jock strap shoved down his jacket only to return to the counter with a sheepish look. He’d given it back and escaped a call to the police.

The second week, while four took his place in the case, he’d been assisting behind the counter. Fetching things from the back, guiding customers to various things on the shop floor and delighting in his inability to communicate and their excitement at the state he was in.

Now though, it was the final Sunday night. He’d just had his last workout and last lot of fun in the suit and it was time for its removal.

Alpha led him into the wet room, froze him and gave him one final internal flushing.

The sealant gun then. Alpha applied it to his gag and with a little manipulation and a few applications, the gag detached from his suit. Then a syringe injected into something under the gag’s flap.

It took a while but he felt the gag soften. Then the syringe again and it deflated, the pressure in his throat was gone and the whole lot of tubing was pulled out.

“God. To speak again.”

“How do you feel?”

Beta laughed. “Disappointed to tell you the truth.”

“Well, you know what to do if you want it in permanently.”

“I know. I know. I’ll write it the moment I get home and pick up the forms I need, slap them on my DI’s desk the moment I get them filled in in the morning.”

“How long is your notice?”

“Should be a month. Can be longer, depends I suppose.”

“Well, if they refuse it, you’ll just have to disappear yourself in a month anyway. They’ll have your resignation on file and there’s no way they could track you.”

Beta sniggered. “All they can do is dock my last pay if I go AWOL. Not like I’m in the military where it’s a crime. Just a pain in the arse there’s so much paperwork involved in quitting.”

“Right, let’s get this off then.”

“How though?”

Alpha ducked below his line of sight.

Then he felt… something. He wasn’t sure what but suddenly an unfamiliar feeling around his midriff. Was that air? So, Master Q had meant it when he said in through the mouth and out another way.

Suddenly, he could move again. He looked down to see alpha grabbing the top half of the suit and pulling it up. He held his arms out and bent while the top was peeled off him.

“I thought it couldn’t be cut!”

“It can’t. There’s a band of normal rubber joining the two halves on yours. On four’s, the suit’s complete, permanent. And it will be on five as well.” Alpha laughed as Beta’s cock bounced to attention. “Yeah. You’re not the first. Even I’ve requested it. When I join Q I’m hoping it’ll be in one of those too.”

“So, when I do join him, it might be the last time I ever see you?”

“My face, maybe. You’ll see me. Eventually. Wouldn’t worry, you’ll have months under my control.”

Beta stroked his head. The hair was returning but then he looked in the mirror and giggled. “Oh shit, I’d not thought.”

“What?”

“Eyebrows, sir. I look very odd without em. Forgot they took a lot longer to grow, even got a bit of a beard after a fortnight.”

“I wouldn’t worry. You may not’ve thought of it, but we did. Master’s sent false ones. Let’s get you out of the rest of that suit first though.”

As alpha reached for the bottom half, Beta held a hand up.

“Sir, could I keep the bottom half on? Seems pointless removing it now. I’ll need to remain plugged, sir. Just lock me back in the Latowski.”

“You can’t keep that on for the full month y’know. You still need a thorough cleaning and without the top half sealed on, it wouldn’t be complete enough. I can still lock you in the Latowski without the bottom half though, even keep the plug in just as mine is using the harness.”

“How long could I keep it without a wash?”

“I’d limit it to three days, if you’re sure. Also there might be an issue considering your line of work.”

“What’s that, sir?”

“Metal detectors? You’re probably called to secure facilities, maybe even the airports and you’ll not be able to remove all that metal.”

“I wouldn’t worry, sir. We’re police. We have a lot of metal on us anyway and as we’re usually called to those places urgently they wave us through, sir. They know we have cuffs, radios, badges and keys but it takes too much time to go through the whole scanner process.”

“If you’re sure.”

“If they demand it, I’ll just send whoever my partner is when I get back to deal with it.”

“Alright then. I’ll lock you back in the Latowski and it’s not coming off until it’s time to remove the bottom half.”

“After a clean could it be put back on?”

“I imagine that wouldn’t be possible. Not stretchy anymore, you’d never get the tube back up your cock.”

“Bugger! I love the feeling sir.”

Alpha nodded. “Tell you what… Take the top half. You can sleep in it. The suit will almost feel complete for the first three days and even when you’ve lost the bottom you’ll still have the feeling.”

“Thank you, sir. Oh god even before I’m sealed in I’m still gonna enjoy this.”

“Not too much though, no fucking and no being fucked locked in as you are.”

“Quite right too. I’m a slave sir, for good, even if I have the semblance of freedom now like those outside who work for Q, I’m yours… And his sir. Forever.”

“Good. In that case, from now on, you’ll eat nothing when outside. When you return for your clean out, I’ll tube you up and feed you just as I am. The only food you’ll know from now on until the end of your life is the slave food we eat. You have three days to clear out your flat. You need none of your possessions any more. Only keep your uniform for work.”

“Really sir?”

“Yes, because when you’ve done that, you’ll sleep in my cage once you’ve been fed and flushed until it’s time to take the suit permanently. You’ll work out in the gym in the morning and then go on to work. You’re mine, Beta.”

Beta’s cock responded again and he nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Alpha reapplied the belt. “Now, get dressed.”

As Beta did so, Alpha began to stare.

“What is it, sir?”

“God. Look at yourself in that mirror now, Beta.”

“What?” He rushed over to it. Buzz cut hairstyle, trim beard and… god… He turned and posed in the mirror for five minutes. “Bloody hell, sir! How!?”

“The perfect food, the daily workouts. They’ve bulked you up even more. God, I didn’t think it was possible for you to be more sexy in that leather but your every muscle’s fighting against it now. It looks even more amazing than before!”

“You’re not kidding, sir! God, I love it! I love this life, sir!”

“Just as well, you’ve committed to it now, no way out until you’re sealed and then definitely no way out. Four, get down here. You have got to see this!”

“I think this gives me an idea for the excuse, sir.”

“What’s that?”

“Boot camp, that’s what I did on my holiday. I loved it and impressed them so much they offered me a job as a trainer which I accepted, I start in a month and as the camp’s out in the wilds, no mobile reception. It also explains my lack of eyebrows.”

Alpha laughed. “That’s brilliant! Why the eyebrows though?”

“Woke up on my first morning with one shaved off, sir. Pranking the newbie. Had to shave the other off or look like a freak, sir.”

“Oh god that’s a good one. Come here.”

Alpha grabbed him in an embrace and gave him a kiss that made both their knees melt.

“God I’ve missed that.”

“Me too, sir but it’s a small sacrifice to spend the next year with you in the suit, sir.”
* * * * *
Four had had an interesting fortnight too. He knew now he was recovering and it seemed to be quite a quick one. After three days, the dull throb had faded to an ache and on the fourth, it was gone completely resulting in a further reduction in his meds.

This happened four times before Beta was due to leave and the doctor’s prognosis? He’d be off the painkillers in a week and able to have his plug tested for pleasure in two.

His training of Mary had progressed in leaps and bounds in that first week too. It’d accepted it, fully. It no longer even resisted being used as a urinal. When questioned on that point it’d just acknowledged what four had said. “It’s not as if you can taste it and it doesn’t do you any harm.”

Of course, he hadn’t forgotten to torment nothing in that time. One week in, he’d sent it a message. “That’s two days, nothing. Hope your enjoying yourself because you still have two weeks to go.”

Half way through the second week. “Five days, now. Don’t worry, I’ll be beating the living crap out of you in less than a fortnight.”

On the Sunday morning Beta was due to leave… “Well done, you survived a week. Remind me to increase the punishment level of the pod before you get out, oh wait, you can’t. I’ll have to punish you for that too.”

Right now though, four was on the shop floor.

When they came out of the back room he stared too. He rushed over.

“God Beta. Slavery suits you.”

“Thanks four. I had no idea I’d got so much bigger until I got dressed.”

“Well I’ll tell you this, you’ve gone up in the leather god rankings now! Just, don’t get cold feet.”

“No chance of that. I’ve made sure of it. No choice.”

“How?”

“Right now, still in the bottom half of the suit, plug and all. Still in the Latowski too and even when the legs of the suit come off in three days the rest will stay. I’m a slave, now and forever and I’ll be sleeping with Alpha every night once everything’s been cleared from my flat.”

“More than that, Beta. Once you’re in five, we’ll be brothers!”
* * * * *
Alpha and four stood before the bench in the gym.

“Well, it’s been in there for sixteen days, four. It’s time. We can continue its torture then. A few more teeth to pull and then give it a spit-roasting it’ll never forget.”

“Yes, sir. It’s time. I’m thinking about leaving it in the suit a little longer though. The plug can go in again after each fucking. Can it be glued back in too?”

“Yes, can’t see why not? It’ll continue to eat the slave food without tubing though?”

“Of course, sir. Why offer it any comfort? I’m really looking forward to getting pleasure down there soon cos then it’ll be in its permanent suit. It’ll know then nothing will get it out. God it’ll suffer and I love that.”

Alpha unlocked the pod and yanked open the bench. Inside…

Four and Alpha collapsed into laughter at what they beheld.

“God, sir. I know you said it suffered a colour change, but...”

“I know! I don’t think they ever bothered exposing it for that long before. They noted the black faded, maybe a reddish tinge to it after a day.”

What lay there was a shocking pink figure with a thin black line around its waist. The only other things not pink were the goggles and the black around the gag and arse.

They hauled it out of the pod, detached all the tubing, reapplied the core and threw it to the floor.

It curled up into a ball as soon as it landed and began to sob uncontrollably.

Even Mary who was having the first workout in a week collapsed gripping its sides when it witnessed nothing’s emergence from the pod.

“Welcome to your new life, you fucker. That suit may not be permanent but the next one we put you into will be. And guess what, every slave you ever encounter will have one order. Kick, punch, spit, insult. And you’re the only one in a suit that colour so that’s all you’ll ever get. As I intend you to live for a very long time. Get on that treadmill! NOW!”