2017-10-12 - spike - The New Shop 26

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 26
Date: 12 October 2017

Chapter 26
It wasn’t long after Bethan had left that we returned to the van. Then, who knows where? Only the sarge.

When we stopped again, we exited onto a street. He hooked a leash to M and Omega and led us around the district.

I knew this place! One of the fetish clubs. I’d even been there several times with Bethan. Most were either exclusively straight or gay, but this one had straight, gay, and lesbian nights. There was even a trans night every couple of weeks.

Of course, it was closed right now but a lot of the clientele lived in the area and we attracted a lot of attention again.

M and the Sarge both handed out flyers and explained the dog suits several times before, after about an hour, we were back in the van and again another area around a club. This one, we walked between it and another nearby. The route took us past one of the larger fetish stores too and we gained a lot of attention from customers about to enter or just leaving. We canvassed the whole area between them.

Another hop into the van. Another club.

This continued all day. We must’ve covered most of New York by the time it’d been dark a while and the clubs we approached began to open.

Then, even more attention. This time from those queuing to enter. Those already inside rushed out to see us too.

Finally, at ten we stopped outside the largest, best club in New York. The final stop on the tour. Sarge led us in, past the doorman who nodded in recognition and even grabbed hold of Omega’s ass as we entered and down to the bar.

“I think you all need a drink don’t you slaves?”

I nodded. I looked at Slasher and he was wagging his tail and nodding too.

“Five beers. Four bottled. No point in glasses for those. I’ll have mine draught though.”

“You’re from that new store?”

“Yes. You’ve heard then?”

He grabbed a flyer from behind the bar. “I’ve already put a couple of flyers on the noticeboards. Oh god that dog suit looks hot. And you’re going to be doing a demonstration again?”

“Once they’ve had time to relax, yes. Very long day, we started at eleven in Central Park. Been non-stop ever since.”

“What I wouldn’t give to replace one of them.”

“Sorry. That’s not possible. The plug is designed to remain in place. It won’t be removed until their suits are. That’s not going to be for a few more days and it’s the plug that powers all the additional features. The suit wouldn’t work without it. No tail wagging, no jaw movement. It’d just be a dead piece of rubber without the plug.”

“Could I try one if I visited the store?”

“M?”

M looked a little startled at his name. “What? Oh, sorry, sir. I was just daydreaming about that beer. It’s been a long time. How experienced is your arse, sir?”

The bar tender smirked. “Trust me, it’s seen a lot of action. Working here, it’s inevitable.”

“Ever been fisted?”

“Many times, sir. Why?”

“Because the plug is very large and painful for the inexperienced. Can take a couple of days to settle in unless you’re used to being stretched, sir.”

“Oh, I think it’ll be able to handle anything you can shove up it.”

“Then more than welcome. You know where we are.”

Sarge popped my mouth cap off and tipped a bottle down me. Ahhhhh, god that felt good. Not that there was any taste but the cool beer hitting my stomach. The slight buzz as the alcohol began to act.

Then he did the same with slasher, M and Omega.

Omega stiffened when the beer was tipped down, then relaxed. Another new experience for the boy.

The club was filling up quite nicely by the time our demonstrations began again. Fetch, all the dog tricks, a little play fighting and this time, Slasher grabbed my tail and gave it a yank.

I turned and nuzzled his face as if to say, yeah, I deserved that and we continued.

The crowd cheered at the end of it and more flyers were handed around, then an unveiling. M yanked off both our jocks and we continued playing, exposed.

This elicited a cheer from the crowd too.

I’m not sure how long it was before M called us back, attached our leashes and led us to the wet room at the back of the club to allow us to cock our legs. Oh fuck was that needed? Not only from the day we’d had but from the beer we’d been fed too.

When we got back the dance floor was being used for its main purpose. Omega was released from his leash and he joined the throng to dance the night away while we just sat and enjoyed the show.

A few more beers. A lot more leaflets and we were back in the van and on our way home.

The moment we were back on the shop floor, Joel came around the counter and unlocked Omega’s hood to reveal a very sweaty but happy boy.

“Want the tubes? You can remain that way for the weekend if you like.”

He shook his head and made a puking motion.

“Ah, started affecting you has it. I told you the longer you wear them the easier it gets. Come on through to the chair. I’ll remove them now.”

He nodded and followed.

M knelt by me and patted my head. I rubbed my head into his hand.

“How are you, Tyson? After seeing her again?”

My tail wagged, shot up and then wagged again.

“And the thought of losing her now?”

It paused and continued to wag. I knew she was OK. I knew this life was the one for me now. I knew I might see her again in the store too… I was happy she was coping without me.

“Good. God I can’t wait for the full talk on Wednesday when we let you out.”

My tail sank between my legs.

His shoulders shook. “You have other work to do, Tyson. I’m sure you’ll get the opportunity to wear it again but it’s likely to be during quiet periods from now on. Let’s get those slaves trained and on their way before we consider it again, eh? Maybe you’ll get a month next time?”

Again, my tail shot up and started wagging.

“I’m even tempted to try it myself. I’ve never seen anyone take to a dog quite so much as you two before. Mind you, it was a leather suit in the old shop. Not nearly as comfortable I imagine.”

I nodded and nuzzled his crotch.

Then Omega’s voice.

“Oh fuck that was a good night. Thank you, sir. That tubing really started making me want to chuck for the last few hours though.”

“Yes. Often the case. Almost all slaves taken and put into the suit suffer from that.”

“What? How long?”

“The tubes are permanent remember. No way they can be removed so, they just have to get used to it. Don’t worry, the throat adjusts quickly enough. Couple of days for most before they don’t notice it anymore.”

“And you say I’ll be fine if I keep doing that?”

“Of course. I bet most deep throat experts don’t suffer from the throat tubes at all.”

“Can you silence me again in the morning, sir? Oh god, the thought of being able to deep throat on order without gagging.”

“Now, now. None of that. You’re a slave now. You’ve got to control your basic urges when not at the store and if you do… succumb… You will confess. Truth in everything, remember. If you do want to go out on the town and meet someone, you ask permission. For everything. As you’re only a part time slave, he may even grant you permission to be fucked or suck someone but you will ask. If he says no, you don’t.”

He sighed. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now strip. It’s nearly bedtime.” he paused. “In fact, it’s well past our bedtime.”

M glanced at the clock on the wall. He looked almost as exhausted as I was. “He’s right. It’s three in the morning. Sir? Has there been any word from Q about cage opening times?”

“Yes, M. He’s more than satisfied with your performance. Quite a few more videos have appeared online including M and the Sarge explaining the dog suits and the store. Someone even recorded Tyson and the girl. He was well pleased when he saw that. My cage opens at eight, your cages unlock at ten.”

“Oh thank god. I imagine the dogs are even more exhausted than I am. When he said it was going to be a long day I had no idea. Bloody hell it was good to see the outside though. I thought I’d never get to see any of America and I get to see one of the most iconic places and a lot of the city around it.”

“I’ll deal with the slaves before you get up. We’ll do the stocktaking. Probably be done before you unlock. You can just deal with the dogs and Omega. You know how it’s done, far better than me, probably. ”

“Actually, that’s the first time I’ve seen those chains. We only dealt with suited slaves in the old shop. Alpha there had a small shower cubicle at the back of his wardrobe. None of us actually saw it and I often wondered how he kept clean until he told me a couple of years in.”

“Same here then but as Omega’s a slave and one of the ones possibly destined for a suit the chains did seem appropriate. He enjoys it so we know that’s alright this time.”

“Yes, and Omega can’t hear this so, next weekend he’s in for the surprise of his life if Q decides to still send the modified temp suit.”

“He said he’d keep to that promise. We should expect delivery and a box full of replacement cock sheaths next week, Wednesday at the latest.”

“Oh god, I can’t wait to see the look on his goggles.”

“How are you...” Omega sounded very confused.

“M has his armband, I have an earplug and this mic. You’ll find out when you’re in the suit. He can hear me everywhere in the complex.”

We followed M through to the back. Beside Joel’s cage now, a second doggy bed.

“I thought he deserved it, M. Slasher, you sleep here. Omega, you sleep in a cage of your own tonight.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

Slasher examined his bed. His tail wagged as he clambered in, turned around and lay down. I did the same in mine. I didn’t hear anything else anyone said, I must’ve zonked out as soon as I put my head down.
* * * * *
To say I was dead to the world was an understatement. I don’t think I’ve ever slept so deeply. Even the heartache at never seeing Bethan again was gone. I was at peace. Absolutely content with my lot in life.

I awoke that morning or was it morning? and stretched. Oh god I was aching. All that exercise yesterday, I really needed to stretch my legs. I glanced at the cages and only Omega was in his, the cage unlocked.

I stretched and lay back down.

The next time I was woken by Slasher nuzzling my ear. I turned to him and nuzzled back, stretched again and finally crawled out of my bed.

I looked around and this time even Omega was gone. I wondered where, so padded across to the elevator. With a little struggle I nosed open the mirror and begged to get my nose high enough to touch the panel.

The door didn’t open immediately and I looked across at Slasher. His tail was wagging full speed again. Then the door opened and I padded in.

Now… Could I reach… I gave it a try. I leant up from a beg. Nope. Couldn’t even reach B3.

Tyson nudged me and went down into a prone position.

Worth a try. I moved to one side so he could position himself and I climbed onto his back and pressed B2 followed by the panel. The doors slid shut and we began our descent.

There was a game of basketball in full swing when we arrived, Joel watching by the sidelines while M with a clipboard noted Omega’s fitness levels. They looked across as we emerged.

“Good sleep boys?” Joel patted his thigh.

We sat by him, both our tails wagging.

“M said you probably needed a few more hours. It’s just turned two in the afternoon, you’ve missed most of the day but if you want to watch, once M’s completed his fitness assessment it’s down to the dungeon to assess everything else.

Both of us nodded.

“Good. I think I’ll accompany you too. It’ll be interesting to see what’s in store when I’m in a suit.”

We sat for an hour as the assessment continued. Omega excelling at all the exercises he was put to apart from exercise bike. Obviously the plug up his ass was causing him too much trouble to do well on that one.

Finally, they joined us. “After all that exercise, I think it’s time for your wash and flush, don’t you?”

Omega grinned. “Yes, sir. Oh god. That was the best workout I’ve ever had.”

“Well, you know the rules now. That was your baseline. From now on, every month you’ll be assessed again and we expect constant improvement.”

“Yes, sir. Can’t wait.”

“Good, now come on, we’ll clean these too, they need it. They had an even more active day yesterday than you did today.”

“Oh god, I’d love to join in the fun as a dog, sir.”

“You will Omega. You will. Don’t you worry.”
* * * * *
God we needed that wash. It was incredibly refreshing after all the work yesterday. I… play even. Certainly a good work out though.

Then, dungeon. Time to put Omega through his paces on all other aspects of BDSM.

The tumescence monitor attached, they started mild and built up to incredibly wild, from a newbie’s perspective.

Tying him to a chair. Hogtie. St. Andrew’s cross. Wheel. Mail sack, stocks, gibbet cage, suspension both right side up and upside down. Each time, he spent half an hour in position before being released and moving on. Then the more extreme forms of immobilisation. Mummification, totally confined in various positions in the boxes, culminating in the box with the head poking out.

As his mouth tube hadn’t been trimmed, M connected a funnel to it and I cocked my leg. I glanced across at him. His eyes showed horror at what was about to happen but his head was utterly immobilised and there was nothing that could prevent what was to come. The funnel filled, it was raised and emptied into his stomach.

M noted each response and we continued.

Back to some of the other positions but this time, whip, paddle, cane, spank and belt. Again, M noted down each response.

Finally, he was led over to a fuck bench, secured and blindfolded as Joel and M went to the back, opened one of the larger closets and hauled out a large machine.

Oh boy this should be fun.

They fixed the machine to four mounting points behind the bench, attached a dildo to the end and lubed it up. Then they turned it on and removed plug and the blindfold.

I sat on my haunches in front of him, looking into his eyes.

Clearly he had no idea what was about to happen. Then the dildo pressed against his ass. It started gently, just pressing, then slowly, its reach extended. It started to penetrate, to pass his first sphincter and his eyes took on a look of shock. He struggled a little but it was no use.

As it passed his second sphincter the span of its movement changed. Now it was in, it stayed in, extending its reach but not fully withdrawing.

Oh god, he looked like he was enjoying it now. I’m sure at one point his eyes crossed. The fucking machine continued to pound, increasing its speed, increasing its depth and the dildo… the closer to the base it got, the thicker it got. I could see what they were doing and bloody hell it was ingenious.

Then M held up a plug to me. “This is the first plug we used on him at the start of the weekend.” Then he held another. “And this is the one he’ll wear until the morning.”

It was twice the size. Still nowhere near as large as the one I wore. My permanent friend. My god I’m glad it was up there now though.

I’ve got no idea what time it was when we finished but it’d been enjoyable for everyone, possibly with the exception of Omega.

Released from his final position and replugged, M gave him a hug.

“I’ll tell you our findings now if you like.”

He nodded.

“Bondage. Every single form of bondage, high tolerance and excitation.
Piss? Can you guess?”

He held his thumbs down and then pushed them down right to his feet.

“Wrong. Total hard on for that one. Big turn on.”

He shook his head.

“Oh yes. You’re a piss pig alright. It’s nice to find things out about yourself. Think yourself lucky you were spared the taste. If you’d not been silenced you would’ve had to drink it normally. We have funnel masks for non-suited slaves here too.”

Omega stared at the clipboard, still shaking his head slightly.

“Now for the interesting bit. How did you enjoy the pain?”

Again, he shook his head.

“Not what your cock told us. High enjoyment factor for the whip, the paddle and the spank. The cane, moderate, as was the belt. Nipple clamps and clothes pegs were the only turn offs we had there. You even reacted moderately to the ball weights and crusher.”

His shoulders sagged and he nodded.

“Ah, you admit you felt it down there with those? Good. Finally, the fuck machine. You loved that didn’t you?”

He nodded.

“Good. Because before you begin your shift each night, you’ll get more of that. One hour per night. Now, how would you like to remain that way until the morning?”

He shook his head.

“Very well. Come over to the bondage chair. We’ll remove them now. It’ll be interesting to hear your opinion after your first weekend as a slave.”

It only took a minute to remove everything. He stretched his jaw, massaged it a little, mouthed something, cleared his throat, coughed and tried again.

“God,”

It came out a little croaky.

“Can I have a glass of water, sir?”

Joel smiled. “I think after that, you deserve something a little better. Come on up to the shop floor.”

We all followed. In the back of the closet in the cage room was more than just a shower. There was a small kitchen area too. Of course, Joel did have to eat after all. He turned on the coffee machine and put a cup under the nozzle.

“Sugar? Milk?”

“Just one, sir. And milk. Thank you.”

Joel made one for himself too and led us back out and onto the shop floor.

“Now, for this, I think the rec room. Might as well talk while seated.”

Elevator, B2, corner table, Slasher and I sitting beside M.

“First weekend as a slave. Opinions. The whole truth, nothing less.”

“I was really excited by the piss, sir?”

“Yes. Very much so. Don’t worry. It’s harmless. It may taste foul but unless the person pissing has a urinary tract or bladder infection it’s safe and you didn’t even have the taste to handle.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes. Even some people who consider themselves vanilla swear by it. They even consider it to be a health supplement. Not too sure on health benefits but it doesn’t do you any harm as long as you drink water too. Now, opinions.”

“I want it sir. Now more than anything. Even the things I hated down there, I know I could put up with if it meant the rest.”

“Good.” Joel smirked. “From this point on, you belong to this shop, to us, and overall, to Master Q. Any decisions you make, you ask permission first, whether it’s going out on the town with friends, choosing what to eat, even what to watch on television. You will bring your class. training and games fixture timetables with you tomorrow night and I’ve passed on my suggestion to Master Q. He has his technicians working on it. When you arrive for one of your night shifts, you will hand your phone over to the man he sends and it will receive an update. One that can not be undone.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, obviously the piss. What else did your mind hate that your cock utterly disagree with you about?”

“I hated the pain. I think I did. But I could feel something… Stirring down there, sir.”

“Yes. You have an inner masochist fighting to get out. You’ve got a few hangups to get through before he does though by the looks of it. Don’t worry, he’ll get out eventually and you’ll never look back.”

“I’m… not sure it was the pain that turned me on sir.”

“What do you think it was?”

“I’ve never felt so helpless, sir. I was screaming but I couldn’t make a sound. I think it was that, sir. The utter helplessness. The inability to even beg for it to stop, sir.”

“Really? That is interesting.”

M nodded. “It’s more common than you think. Quite a few slaves we’ve processed in the past reported similar things. Helplessness is a big kink for a lot, sir, even a fetish for some. I suppose that could also account for the high reading on the piss too.”

Omega looked confused. “What’s the difference?”

“What?”

“Between a kink and a fetish, sir?”

“Think of it like this… A man sees a porn involving rubber and it gets him hard. He enjoys it and it sexually excites him. He doesn’t need it but it’s nice when he sees it. That’s a kink.”

“And a fetish, sir?”

“The man can’t get hard without the rubber. Good way to put it. Some have a few fetishes and all of them produce a similar response, but they’re unable to get excited at all by vanilla sex. They need elements of their fetishes to get hard. For some, thinking about it’s enough, for others, they truly can’t get hard unless they’re totally encased in rubber or whatever their fetish is.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“God, even that’s turning you on isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir. I know I’ve got kinks. I don’t know if they’ll turn into fetishes but in this life, that won’t matter will it? I’ll be permanently in rubber for life anyway.”

“If Master accepts you, Omega. If. It was a bad lie after all. Before that was unearthed he’d even talked about taking you before you were twenty one depending on how well you progressed here. Not anymore.”

His face dropped. “Oh shit! Really?”

“I’m afraid so, yes. Sorry to break that to you, I know how much you want it. Look on the bright side, boy.”

“Bright side?”

“You still have two years with your family. Two years to think of a way to disappear from their lives permanently that won’t turn their world upside down.”

He took a deep breath. “Thank you, sir.”

“Come on, let’s see what Q has to offer on the TV tonight. Oh, major slave rule. Unless granted permission, slaves do not sit on furniture. You sit on the floor, as do I. Joel, he can choose being Master of the shop. He is still a slave and in the presence of another Master, he’d sit on the floor too.”

“Yes, sir.”