2017-10-07 - spike - The New Shop 24

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 24
Date: 07 October 2017

Chapter 24
“Progress report, Joel?”

“Takings are still a little down from Monday, sir. It seems word hasn’t got around that the dog’s back.”

“Never mind, it will pick up again. Tyson, any regrets, choosing to remain that way for another week yet?”

I shook my head.

“Good boy”

Another wave of pleasure.

“It seems you may have another new slave joining you soon? And an intern?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Both background checks are in progress. I saw your conversation logs with both. For the slave, take him the moment the check clears. Both do seem promising. Give the jock one month’s probation. I’ll send a modified suit he can wear for his weekends after his first one.”

“I thought they were too expensive for such a short time, sir?”

“I’ve added a few modifications to the temp suit design. The rubber band will be replaceable as will the cock sheath. That is the only part of the suit that prevented the bottom half from being reapplied. If after his month he still bemoans not being permanent and proves to have adapted to the life there. Take him.”

“But sir, he’s only nineteen!”

“Yes. I’ve noted that the Americans don’t trust their eighteen year olds enough to allow them to drink in many states, not treating them as adults but they’re old enough to make their own decisions at that age. They can join the military, they can marry, they can vote and they can even be tried as an adult, sent to prison as one. If they’re legally entitled to do those things I see no reason why they shouldn’t be permitted to decide their own future. He wouldn’t be the first nineteen year old I’ve taken.”

“Really, sir?”

“Oh yes. If anything, it gets them before any bad habits people pick up in adult life begin to form. They’re usually easier to train, more pliable, so to speak. They take a lot less time to adjust to life as a slave.”

Joel did not look happy. He sighed. “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t look so glum. The UK is a lot more progressive. We treat eighteen year old as adults. There’s very little a twenty-one year old can do there that an eighteen year old can’t. I’m sure he’ll be on his knees thanking you when you tell him the suit he’s been put into’s been permanently cured. That is still a month off though.”

“Yes, sir.”

”It does depend on his performance and his veracity. Only if his parents are as dismissive about him as he claims and even if what he says is true, if it takes time for him to adjust, hold off until one of the longer vacations before taking him. A full month sealed in and then the slavery just continuing, he may not even realise he’s been there longer for a while.”

My tail started to wag at the idea.

“It seems Tyson at least approves.”

M tapped on his wristband. “I do too sir. I couldn’t wish for a better life now. Can’t believe I’m the same person.”

“Quite agree, M. Now, how are the dogs progressing?”

“We’ve not been down to see how Slasher’s been getting on yet, sir but Tyson seemed to have a positive influence on Sleazy.”

“How?”

“He frolicked around him, dropping the ball, jumped on his back, played… When he refused to join in the game, he grabbed him by the tail.”

“Ouch! That’s all I’ll say. Work of genius that tail modification, I’ll give them that. And he started to comply after that?”

“Yes, sir. When he dropped the ball at my feet his tail left its home between his legs and started to wag too. It took a good boy to get it going though.”

“Well, keep up the good work. Anything more?”

“We have a cheque for a thousand dollars to donate to the National AIDS foundation, sir. From the thief. When he found he’d taken a man rather than just a model he begged us not to report him, especially when he realised that by the time he was due to return it, the man inside would likely be dead.”

“I’ll send someone to collect it tonight. Be prepared. I’ve viewed the video uploads concerning Tyson. If you wish to see them I’ve placed a compilation on the server connected to the televisions in the rec room. You could even gather all the slaves together to watch. It really is quite impressive. I think Saturday would be an ideal time for the publicity stunt to come to its fruition. You should receive a box of flyers to hand out tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir. What do we do with the intern?”

“Oh, use your imagination. M in his leather outfit, you will continue in the shop. There’ll be two dogs if Slasher’s found his feet and the jock can wear anything that hides his identity. Just make sure the dogs are… Covered downstairs if you know what I mean. The man sent to pick them up will act as their handler while outside.”

“Are there any jocks that’ll fit them in that state sir?”

“I believe some of the ones with press studs, sorry, poppers, with adjustable straps that can be completely removed while shackled can be used. Experiment on Tyson tonight. Q Out.”

We went down to the dungeon and he was right. Very easy to be covered up in that way. It would mean an inability to cock the leg but you can’t have everything.
* * * * *
I sat on my haunches between Sleazy and Slasher, all the other slaves gathered around the large screen TV to watch the videos Q had provided.

God, I really did look impressive. A perfectly gloss black figure bolting across the street on all fours. Several different streets were shown. Another video showed my progress across the park.
Of course, the darkness meant a certain lack of detail that only added to the mystery.

Then one video, the “Beast of Queens?” began to play.

The view from the passenger side of a car. Me, running across a street.

“What the fuck was that!?!”

“What?”

“Drive to the next intersection! Quick!”

There was a screech of tyres as the car sped down the avenue. Another screech as the driver slammed on the
brakes. The camera pointed again. A minute later, another sprint, this time it zoomed in on me.

“Good god, I’ve never seen any… Next intersection!”

“Look, what’s this about?”

“There’s something running across the streets! It’ll be light soon, I want to get a better look at it!”

Again, the car drove down to the next intersection. The sky was visibly getting lighter as I sprinted across the
road again. The car followed and the next time, the sun was rising and the view of my form, my sleek, rubber
form. God I looked good.

“Shit! I’ve never seen anything like it! Next intersection again. It’s light now, oh god we’ll make a fortune on
YouTube with this thing,”

The other voice sighed. “Heard that before, but OK.”

This time, nothing. The video waited five minutes for me to run across the street again. Then the door opened.

“Where are you going!?”

“Trying to find it. It must be in that alleyway!”

The camera started to shake as he ran. It turned up the alley. It slowed and walked up, turning. It passed the
pile of garbage sacks I was hiding under, got to the end and turned back.

“Fuck me, where the hell did it go?”

The video ended.

I glanced at Slasher. He was staring at me. I just nodded and let my tail tell the tale.

It really did look like it’d be a big success when we were revealed in a few days. I realised then, I’d completely lost track of just how many days it was. What’s more, I didn’t care.

A few games of fetch in which even Sleazy began to take an interest and it was time to curl up beside my Master’s cage again.

The next day went much like the previous one. Slasher was running and frolicking almost as well as I was and an addition joined us around six that evening. The jock was back and he was here to stay until Monday morning. Friday had arrived quickly.

Joel locked the door, led him into the back and pointed him at the wardrobe in the cage room. He’d left his mic on again.

“Get out of that and into anything you like from in there. You will assist me in the store. Once you’re changed, you’ll walk the store helping customers as required and acquaint yourself with the layout.”

“Yes, sir.” The voice took on a sense of awe. “Anything, sir?”

“Tonight, anything you like. From tomorrow on while you’re here, expect my Master to select your wardrobe and tell you what to eat. You’re his property while you’re under this roof.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Oh, and your name is Beta. Seems appropriate.”

“What about Alpha, sir?”

“Oh.” he chuckled. “Currently he’s experiencing life as a suited slave in a temp suit for two months to make sure he understands before he takes them on as their Master.”

As Joel was wearing full rubber today, head to toe with only his face showing, Beta opted for full leather to compliment. Leather jeans, shirt, vest, jacket and sub cap. When he came out onto the floor, he looked amazing in it. Almost as good as I think I look dressed like that.

“Those cages, sir?”

“Yes?”

“Well…”

“That’s where you’re sleeping. The doggy bed next to one of them, that belongs to Tyson. I sleep in the one opposite.”

“But how do you get out if you need to… Well, go, sir?”

“You go before you lock yourself in or hold it in until it unlocks in the morning, slave. What did you think? I warn you, if you piss the bed, you will be punished.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

“No, no. Don’t apologise. It’s understandable. Lots of questions, some of them very simple ones from the inexperienced. I’ve been a slave for years, as has M.”

“What about Tyson?”

“Couple of weeks. Wouldn’t want it any other way now. Bet if he had his way, he’d be in that dog suit for even longer than the extra week he’s been granted. Ah yes, that reminds me. Come this way.”

A couple of minutes later. “Jeans off. Shorts too… Jock off. God you really do go for full leather don’t you? You’ll wear that tomorrow along with a hood which will be locked on.”

“Yes, sir. Fuck me, what is that thing!”

“The best chastity money can buy. Now bend over.”

“Oh… Oooh… Oh fuck, I’ve never. Oh god that feels weird.”

“Now, stand up straight.”

“Oh god, this… This is amazing! Why though?”

“Slaves don’t enjoy the pleasure of orgasm.”

“Fucking hell, you’ve got one too?”

“Yes, and it’s designed for long term wear.”

“How long is long term?”

“In my case, three years. I’ve heard of longer.”

“I can’t wear this after I leave, sir! I ca”

“Don’t worry. Only while you’re here. Of course, when you’re here for the full week, month or three, it’ll only come off when you’re frozen.”

“But I pound my meat a few times a day!”

“Not here you don’t. A slave does what his Master wishes and it’s pretty common knowledge that a really good way to ensure a slave becomes or remains submissive is to deny that. Many report wanting out of a situation after being allowed to cum. Usually that’s just the bondage they were in at the time of course. The metal attachment at the back’ll hold the plug in place too. That only comes out once a day to clean yourself out from now on. You will be released to allow you to join your… What is it, football? Baseball? B”

“Football, sir.”

“Now, get those shorts and jeans back on, boots too, then join me on the shop floor.”

“Yes, sir.”

Joel returned to the desk, shaking his head with a grin. “God, he’s green. He’ll learn though.”

He came back onto the floor a few minutes later. He had an odd walk. Hah, bet it wasn’t even half the size of the one we’d got in.

He wandered the racks until the store closed, taking things down, examining them, shifting uncomfortably a few times when something really excited him.

Joel locked the door, unlocked us and ordered Beta into the back. We followed.

“So, Beta. Opinions so far?”

“I’ve never felt anything like it, sir. God I feel… It feels good and at the same time fucking frustrating, sir.”

“Quite. Now imagine your life after three years in it.” Joel cackled. “Oh god, though, I’m glad I am. Really looking forward to Alpha’s release though.”

“Why?”

“Because I get to take his place and I get to choose how long I remain sealed into that suit. I’m even considering a year. Seriously considering it.”

“How can you survive without jerking off for that long, sir?”

“Ahh, a few doubts about the permanence issue growing are they? Answer me this… What is the purpose of a slave?”

“Errr… Be tied up, available to be fucked whenever he wants?”

“No. If anything that’s a dom. Play rather than true slavery. You need to learn to let go. Completely. Of everything you knew. It’s something some people find comes naturally. Some, it needs to be taught. You submit totally to another man. He doesn’t just own you physically, he owns you” he rapped his temple. “up here.”

“How?”

“That’s something you’re going to have to learn if you find it doesn’t come to you by itself. When eleven’s out of that dog, you could ask it. It’s had… I suppose you could call it an epiphany. It submitted without even realising. It needed to be told that it had and since then, god, it’s learned quickly. Dog play is often seen as an even deeper form of submission. As a slave you set aside your wants, your desires. As a dog, you set aside your very self.”

“That sounds almost Zen!”

“Hmmm… I suppose it is in a way. Loss of ego. Loss of self. Become one with the universe. Only difference is, the universe is your Master. Nothing you cared about in your old life matters anymore and in this life, god, that’s true because in one of those permanent suits, you’ll never see your old life again. The only thing that should concern a slave is making his master happy.”

I nodded at the wisdom of those words. Joel had got how it was for me exactly.

I tapped on the floor to attract his attention.

“What is it Tyson?”

I tapped twice, pause, six times.

“Now you know dogs can’t spell. M will have to punish you if it’s something irrelevant, you realise that, don’t you?”

I nodded but commenced tapping anyway.

“T. e. l. s. l. “ he stopped speaking out the letters when he realised where I might be going and did it in his head. I began to tap quicker in the hope of throwing Beta off the scent.

If Joel didn’t get it, I guessed M would. “Tell Sleazy that.”

“Tyson… That is a good idea.”

M nodded. “Bloody good one.”

“Why? What did he say?”

“Ah.” Joel tapped his nose.

The laptop rang not long after, everyone else lost in thought or in the case of Beta, mulling over those taps by the looks of it. Trying to work out what I’d said.

“Progress re… Ah, so this is the room mate is it?”

Beta looked around in shock, then looked at the laptop. “Yes, sir.”

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Master Q. For the purposes of your training, M is your Master but over all of them, I am.”

“Thank you, sir. For the opportunity, it’s the most amazing place I’ve ever seen.”

“Good. Now let’s have a good look at you. Joel, step aside please. Now, strip.”

Joel did as he was told of course. Beta on the other hand looked around nervously.

“It’s only right that a Master gets a good look at his property, slave. You’re still new so I won’t hold it against you, this time. A good slave follows the orders of his Master without question or hesitation, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, then strip.”

Beta began. If anything he rushed.

“No, no. Take your time. I like a slow reveal. It’s sexier that way. There wouldn’t be any allure to a striptease if everything was off in five seconds.”

Beta grinned. He began again, much more slowly. More measured. Jacket off. Then undoing the buttons on the vest, slowly shrugging that off. Then the same with the shirt.

“Impressive. I like a slave in multiple layers. Continue.”

He shrugged the shirt off, under that, a leather singlet. Hat off, singlet off and finally his naked chest was revealed. Not a hair on it.

“Very good. Now turn.”

He turned around. The back was a little hairy. That wouldn’t last long in a suit.

“Now, the rest.”

With a struggle, he got his first boot off. The second followed and he started easing his jeans down. Beneath those, the shorts, those came off next revealing the boy in his naked slave form.

“I commend you, Joel.”

“Thank you, sir. He is a slave, it’s only right he follow your regime where that’s concerned.”

“Quite right. Turn again.”

He turned. He was clearly enjoying it, this showing off.

“Plugged too. Excellent. You know how to proceed with that Joel?”

“Yes, sir. M told me.”

“Very good. M will take the reins when he’s not frozen of course. Now unlock the chastity, let me see him naked.”

“Yes, sir. Beta. Hold that plug in. Clench with your sphincter, hard.”

He gulped. “I’ll try sir. Not sure how much control I have down there, sir.”

The moment the belt came off, his cock sprang to immediate attention.

“Very nice. Very nice indeed. Now turn again.”

He did so.

“Hmmm, yes, nice bubble butt. Very good. You will wear that outfit tomorrow when accompanying M and two dogs. A van will pick you up at ten. The driver will accompany you as your handler.”

“Central park, sir? I’m going with them?”

“Yes, slave. You will go with them. I will permit you to conceal your identity however. I wouldn’t want you to suffer at university because of what we do tomorrow.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now, the preliminary background check has come through with you. Has what being a slave means been explained to you yet?”

“Yes, sir. Joel just did, sir.”

“Explain.”

“Put aside my wants, my desires. The only thing that matters from now on is your happiness, Master.”

“And do you know what makes a Master very unhappy?”

He struggled for a while, thoughts probably running through his head, trying to come up with a good answer.

“Disobedience, sir?”

“Yes, that is one of them. But not the main one. Lying to your Master, slave!”

He took a step back in shock.

“If you’d been two years older and those lies hadn’t been highlighted in the background check you would’ve been taken by now. You would’ve been in one of those permanent suits and you would have NEVER SEEN YOUR FAMILY AGAIN. Do you understand?”

He gulped. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now again, as you’re very new to all this, I will not hold it against you, much. Your internship remains intact but I warn you now, if I expose one more lie from you, you will never see anything beyond the shop floor again. You will never have the opportunity to wear a suit, temporary or otherwise. Understood?”

“Sorry, sir! The suit was so”

“I know, slave, The suit is amazing and you got swept up in it, the place is too. You are not adopted. Your family cares for you deeply. How do you think they would’ve reacted to hearing news you’d died in a tragic accident? Or skipped the country and disappeared?”

“Oh god, I… Oh, fuck.”

“Quite. When the time is right, you may, I repeat, MAY, be offered the opportunity to take on the suit permanently but you’ll have to come up with a lie to them that eases their minds rather than puts them through turmoil.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You have a lot to learn about slavery. Hopefully, the next year or two during your studies and residing here during vacations will teach you what it means. Words are one thing, experience is quite another.”

“Sir, Thank you. Oh god, I’m sorry. I’ll never lie again, I promise you.”

“That remains to be seen. You haven’t got off to a good start and everything you tell me will be triple checked for its veracity. That lie was a big one. A terrible one and it will take a lot to erase that.”

“Sir, I offered to work nights, too. Is that still possible? Joel said I might even be able to move in.”

“Working nights, granted, but you will return to your frat house each night. You have weekends and vacations. If you’d been truthful from the start I might’ve granted you the opportunity to sleep over during the week, but not now. Maybe in a year when you’ve regained my trust. There’s also the issue of the other type of training.”

“Sir?”

“You are a student, moreover, a jock judging by your physique. Are you on a sports scholarship, fully paid up by family or an academic scholarship?”

“Academic, sir. But I am a member of the football team. Not the first team though. That’s for all the sports scholarship students, sir.”

“And how often, at what time and how long does training take? How many games do you play and when? You will provide me with a full timetable so we know which weekends and week nights you will not be available.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Good. Now, I will grant you one kindness. You can choose which cage you sleep in tonight. You can choose to sleep with M, Joel or alone. Tyson of course will sleep in his doggy bed.”

“Oh god, thank you sir. I choose M, sir. The thought of sleeping against him, the suit.”

“Very good. I hope this has been a serious lesson to you, slave. Oh, and Joel?

“Yes, sir?”

“Beta is not an appropriate name. In fact, that’s the name I’ve chosen for you when you take the suit. You will after all be assisting Alpha. I name him Omega. Q out.”

I padded over to him and nuzzled him in the crotch hoping that might make him feel better but I could see tears welling in his eyes.

“Oh god, what did I nearly do?”

M grabbed him in a big hug. “You’re not the first. I’ve seen it before and it went a lot worse for that slave, believe me.”

“What, how?”

“He did take the suit. It took him months to come to terms with never seeing them again afterwards. Yes, he told a very similar lie and his didn’t involve adoption. Family affairs are far harder to highlight than official documents. He said his father abused him. He didn’t. Of course, when Q caught him in that lie, he was severely punished and sold at slave auction as an untrustworthy slave. I don’t know what happened to him after that.”

“Sold?”

“Slaves are property. Property that isn’t needed can be sold. I’m sure you’ve sold useless junk on eBay before.”

“Oh shit!” He tears turned into a torrent.

M gripped him tighter. “Let’s get you back into your belt and to bed, I think you need a good, long cuddle.”