2017-09-25 - spike - The New Shop 17

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 17
Date: 25 September 2017

Chapter 17
One of the blanks in the gym quickly located the storage closets at the other end and looked a little excited as it returned, laden with kit.

It was carrying a soccer ball and ten sets of shirts, shorts and boots.

Ah what the hell. I beckoned to it, it followed me back and we returned with the goals. I set one up on one end, it set the other end up and then I selected.

I chose blue shirt and black shorts. My cell mate chose to play on the same team, its brother on the other one and before long we had a full compliment. I’d never bothered with soccer but this variant, five players to a side on an indoor playing field. It was actually a fast game. I began to enjoy it. Even put the effort in and cared when we lost a goal to the reds.

Unfortunately, before the game was over, M’s voice echoed in my head.

“Eleven, B3, now.”

I held up my hands to pause the game, spelt out B3, removed the kit and tossed it across to one of the other ones who was watching.

The elevator made the bong, the doors opened and I stepped out. I wondered what he had in store for me today. Could be fun.

The first thing he did was remove my chastity and attach something around my waist with a cockring device connected to it. This must be that tumescence monitor thing he’d mentioned.

What did we do? Everything. Every single type of bondage and pain giving equipment available was used and when I was strung up and spanked, flogged, caned, paddled and belted, my god it made a difference. The microphones were in place and I heard every single slap, smack, thwack and crack.

I ran the full gamut three times. Bound in countless positions, the first time around, his normal voice, the second time, his female one… God, my cock almost exploded out of the suit a few times when he had me in some of those positions with that voice.

Nipple clamps, ball weights, ball stretchers and ball crushers. Clothes pins on my… well, everywhere and each time, he’d note down something on his clipboard and we’d move on.

The third time around, he had me do those things to him, still using the female voice.

Finally, I turned the wheel around so he was facing the right way up, undid his restraints and gave him an enormous hug.

“Liked that did you?”

“Loved every second of it, sir. I can’t believe I loved a lot of it but I did. I think letting go of myself a few days ago opened me up to the lot, sir.”

His shoulders shook. “You surprised me too. The voice does help though. Your results, distinct switch, almost equally turned on as both restrainer and restrainee. Nothing was a turn off for you using the female voice. Only two things produced lesser results.”

“Really? Which ones, sir?”

“Urinal with a male voice and ball crusher with either.”

I winced. “Oh god, yeah. Hated the ball crusher. Such a small part of it I chose to ignore it though.”

“What’ve they been getting up to upstairs?”

“Rec room, no idea, but a spontaneous soccer game broke out in the gym. Shame really, I was enjoying that until you called me down here.”

“Football? Bugger, I’ll miss it all, doing this.”

“Want me to help, sir? I can easily put blank away for the day and take one around the room while you take another. Halve the time.”

“You do still have your fitness assessment to do. Joel’s conducting those.”

“True, I could still put the vest and hood back on when I’m called though.”

“He’s got an earphone in, a temp one. I’ll tell him to select you last. Go up to first before changing, then come straight back here. We’re not alone after all.” He pointed at a couple of blanks, one secured into a box with only its head exposed.

“I’ll just go on up then.”

“Oh. I won’t tell you who anyone is. No favouritism or grudges for this and when you get back down here, put a jock on. No point locking you back in the chastity. I’ll release your bladder so you can conduct a couple of urinal tests. Those two can provide more if we need it.”

I held a thumbs up and called the elevator.

By the time I returned, two blanks were waiting and the cycle began again.

The entire process still took about eight hours, even with the two of us doing the tests simultaneously and we didn’t bother to test their dominance. Being slaves, such things were pointless, but Master had elevated me to put my dominant tendencies to good use so it made sense with me.

It surprised me that I couldn’t pick up a single cue, not one blank we tested was recognisable, although when one M was testing showed reluctance to be put in a mail sack and a box, I did suspect it may by my cellmate. It did have a chain but its tag was covered in tape. All their tags were.

Finally, the last two were done, I got the call to return to the gym for my fitness evaluation so, I went back up to first to don my disguise before joining Joel.

If I thought the bondage evaluation was thorough, it was nothing compared to the fitness test. I was fucking exhausted by the end of it and sent down to my cell to get some rest. When I got there, blank was already lying on its bunk.

I sat next to it.

“That… was the best day of my entire life! Any remaining doubts, gone for good.”

“You… you loved all of it? Even in the dungeon?”

“You didn’t? OK, I suppose some of those positions might’ve been too much for you. What did you like?”

“I loved being suspended, right side up or upside down, gave me a nice open view of the whole place. I almost bolted when he pointed me at the mail sack and the boxes though, but one of them was a nice surprise. Thought the whole lot of me was going to be crammed into it but with my head outside it was fine.”

“Take it he didn’t ease it with a little pleasure down there for the more difficult ones then?”

“Said it would’ve skewed the results if my plug was activated. Any time from now on though, it can be. You’re right. I’m never looking back.”

“Did he tell you anything about yourself that surprised you?”

It nodded. “I apparently love being spanked. The cane and whip didn’t do anything for me though and as for those nipple clamps… Ow! What about you?”

“Female voice, I loved the lot! Well, everything apart from the ball crusher.”

“People like that? That’s not just used for punishment or the amusement of sadistic bastards?”

“Oh, some true masochists love it I’m sure. I did enjoy the corporal punishments though. All of them.”

“What? Even the cane?”

“As I said, all remaining doubts. Gone. I’m here, I’m theirs and fucking hell I’m happy about it. So what did you get up to after the soccer? Who won anyway?”

“We did. Only by one goal though. Spent the rest of my time with my brother. Went up to the rec room, had a few rounds of table tennis, then watched a couple of porns.” It sighed. “Don’t know what we’ll be doing tomorrow but he’s got a free day. Probably won’t see him for a week now.”

“Of course you will. We’ve got a free day too.”

“What? They only gave us two.”

“Yes. But Sunday’s a free day for everyone. It didn’t count.”

It grabbed me in a big hug and I returned it. I was genuinely beginning to feel affection for this one. Something I’d have to be careful about from tomorrow.