2017-10-14 - spike - The New Shop 27

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 27
Date: 14 October 2017

Chapter 27
One final workout, a final wash’n’flush and a reminder not to mention anything about the slavery to anyone, Omega was sent on his way.

Then our exercise in the gym, playing fetch and walking around. Sleazy had finally found his feet. Even his tail was wagging during the games and he got a few more good boys because of it.

I think he was finally adjusting.

Then, shop floor and this time, not frozen. M was out assisting and Slasher and I were out by his side expecting a much larger influx of customers.

During the day, a few more than normal, including…

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Yes…” The bar tender smirked. “That one said I’d be able to try on the dog suit.”

“He did? M?”

M walked over to the counter. “Yes?”

“Dog suit?”

“Full monty, sir. Plug and all.” He turned to the customer. “Would you like to wear the tubes too?”

“Silenced? Like you? And them?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I could do that?”

“Five minutes to fit those. The plug, a similar amount of time, sir. The suit a little longer. Takes a little manhandling to get you in, sir.”

“Oh god, this is going to be fun.”

“Come this way, sir. Tyson, Slasher, Heal.”

In the bondage chair, M was just about to add the mouth brace when he paused.

“We won’t be able to communicate once you’re in the suit, sir. How long? We won’t release you until that time and there’ll be little chance for you to indicate you want out before then.”

“What time do you close?”

“Ten, sir. If you wish, you could even stay the night as a dog, released in the morning. I don’t think your club’s open tonight is it?”

“Really? I could do that? Wouldn’t being left alone in the store be a problem?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t be alone. None of us leave. Cages at the back sir. We are slaves after all.”
“Fuck? Really? Real proper slaves? I thought it was just a play thing!”

“No, sir. All of us are Master Q’s property for life, sir. Best thing that happened to any of us, finding him. I suppose you get a lot of the Doms and subs playing at it but some do go for 24/7 total ownership. We’re some of them.”

His grin was growing. Then, I could see the decision turn to concrete in his mind. “Full all nighter. If they can handle it for days, I’m sure I can handle it for that long.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, sir. Open wide.”

Another series of tube insertion followed by force, smoothing and manipulating later, he was in. M pushed something into his ears, then sealed and trimmed the nose and mouth tubes and plugged the dog’s nose tubes into his nostrils. Goggles placed and sealed and then, without even a squirt of anaesthetic, the plug was inserted and sealed. Finally, the core was removed, the tail core inserted around the zip loop and a collar was attached. Another dog was born.

I hadn’t even noticed the suit had an inner human hood beneath the dog mask. I’m sure mine didn’t. Maybe this one was one of the prototypes for normal users.

“How do you like it boy?”

He didn’t seem certain. I could tell from the body language. His tail certainly wasn’t wagging yet.

“Tap with your paw, one for yes, two for no.”

He nodded.

“Pain from the plug?”

Two taps.

“Good. I was hoping you weren’t exaggerating about that. You don’t get the full benefit from it until it’s settled. Most need a squirt of painkiller to take it. Any other discomfort?”

One tap.

“Oh well, you’ll get used to it. Not like you’ve got any choice now until morning. Come on boy, I’ll walk you around until you find your paws.”

He nodded.

“I… think… I’ll call you… Butch. From now on, the only voice you’ll hear is this one.” M waved his other arm in front of him.

He fiddled with it for a minute and then typed something.

“Come, Butch.”

We followed them back out onto the shop floor.

His first hour was stumbling. He fell over a few times but slowly, he got to grips with it and was walking with confidence a couple of hours later. M unhooked the leash, picked up our ball and tossed it.

“Butch, fetch.”

He wasn’t quite confident enough to attempt a run yet but he walked… Got to the ball, then paused.

I walked over to him, nuzzled his face and opened my jaw, then snapped it shut.

Then, his jaw opened. His tail shot up in surprise and he glanced back, stared and it started to wag, then shot up in surprise again.

He’d got it.

He picked up the ball and returned it and got his next pleasant surprise.

“Drop it.”

He dropped it.

“Good boy.”

If I was capable right then I would’ve howled with laughter. He fell to his side and squirmed for a good thirty seconds. Now his tail was wagging properly.

The rest of the afternoon, when there were no customers to throw the ball for us, we played fetch with each other. Butch gradually increased his speed until he was capable of running across the room. Us, frolicking around him, play fighting, racing to get the ball and then tossing it with a swing of our heads and having him chase it.

At five, Omega arrived. He looked at the dogs, confused.

“Three, sir?”

“Remember the barman?”

“The club, sir?”

M’s shoulders shook. “Well I did offer him the chance. Tonight, you’ll sleep in the cage above mine. He can take the one you took last night.”

“He’s not been taken has he?”

“No, no. I just offered him the chance to remain in the suit until morning, he leapt at it. He’s just a dog. Not a slave. No claims have been made on him. He might make the offer himself by the end of it though.”

“I bet he might.”

“Come on through to the back, let’s get you sorted. Today, you wear army fatigues. Of course, you know what else you wear and what else we’ve got to do before you take your place on the floor. We’ll do that as soon as you’re dressed.”

M led Omega into the back while we remained on the shop floor.

More customers. A lot more patting and stroking, more fetch from the customers and about an hour later, M returned with Omega in tow, dressed as ordered.

The moment the shop was empty…

“Omega. Timetables?”

“Oh, sorry sir. They’re in my jacket.”

“I’ll get them.” M left, returning a few seconds later and put a few sheets on the counter top.

Joel nodded and, at the back of the counter area, put them through the scanner and sent them on their way before handing them back to M.

He studied them.

“So. Most week nights, free. Training usually ends before six, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And at least for now, there is no training for the next two days?”

“No, sir.”

“Good. No nights off then or lates for that matter. If training does end late, you text us and inform us the moment it’s ended but you do still come in… Classes… The latest one usually ends before five… Good… Games are one a month, possibly depending on wins, which ones you play?”

“Yes, sir.”

“The moment you know which games you’ve qualified to play, you inform us and once the game’s over and you’ve showered and changed, you’ll return here, no post match socialising. Understood?”

“Yes, sir. We’ll play away sometimes too, sir.”

“Yes, I’m aware you won’t be able to return from those. You will come in the moment you arrive back though, even if it’s just to report in before returning for classes. If they have try-outs for the first team or pro-football recruitment… You will decline.”

I could see that one wasn’t popular with him, his shoulders sagged. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. You may have a few more orders from Master Q tonight before we send you home, but for now, enjoy. We expect to be quite busy tonight now the work day’s done after what happened on Saturday.”

God, he wasn’t wrong. From seven to ten was a constant flow of customers. Most just came to see us, to play with us and to offer themselves up for dog suits but they all bought something, even if it was only a fragrance, pair of rubber gloves, a pack of condoms or bottle of lube.

The moment the door was locked, we made our way to the back and all five of us gathered around the laptop as the Skype alert sounded.

The voice sounded amused.

“So, a new dog to play with. How are you enjoying yourself, Butch?”

It cocked its head and its tail shot up in surprise, then resumed its wag.

“Good. Good.” There was a brief pause. “Now, Butch can’t hear this, this is just between Master and slaves. Omega, I’ve studied your timetables. I’ve also reviewed M’s instructions for you. From now on, when there’s no training the next day, you leave plugged and chastised.”

“Sir?”

“There’s no reason for you to have access to your cock during those days or any reason for it not to remain hidden. I know you have a room mate but you can easily conceal it from him by simply getting into bed in your trousers before removing them. The plug is safe to remain. You won’t need a shit having been cleaned out thoroughly. The only time you’re likely to require one now is when on one of your away game trips and then only an extended one. It will be removed before a training session.”

He shifted uncomfortably. “Oh god, it’s… Yes, sir.”

“I thought your cock might disagree with you on that point. I’ve also made a decision about you.”

“You have, sir?”

“Yes. I claim you. I liked your attitude over the weekend. Even if you don’t end up in a suit, you’re mine. I have many slaves out in the world such as Joel or the sergeant who led you around on Saturday.”

“Err… Thank you, sir.”

“I’m well aware you don’t quite know what that means but in a nutshell, permanently and for the rest of your life, you are a slave. My property to do with as I wish. You serve me in any way I see fit and in exchange, once your education is complete, you will be provided with a home and employment there in New York, working for me. Any task that requires my attention, you will perform, just as Joel does. That is of course, if I choose not to put you in a suit permanently.”

“Really, sir?”

“Yes. What’s more, the moment you’re no longer required to be seen naked by other students, be that after graduation of perhaps if you quit football and take the room I offer you away from the frat house, you will be marked as my property.”

“Marked, sir?”

“Joel.”

“Yes, sir.”

Joel removed his rubber t and pointed. Above his left nipple, a tattoo. It looked identical to the one above mine apart from it being black on white skin rather than silver on black rubber.

“What did you mean by quit football, sir?”

“It isn’t decided yet but I want you to prepare for the possibility. I won’t order it this academic year but if I find your football practice and game time takes too much time away from serving me, I may order you to quit the game completely but that will be before the start of the academic year, not mid season.”

“Quit completely, sir?”

“Yes. And don’t look like that. If you’d been put in the suit at this point you know you would’ve never seen an American football again. You’ll gain just as much enjoyment serving me, if not more, than you would running around tackling people for a bit of pig skin.”

He gulped. “Yes, sir.”

“There is one added benefit. Occasionally, I may require you to take an international trip. When one of the slaves taken in London for example, had an abusive and controlling partner, we had him run all over Europe chasing after the slave’s phone as it posted photos and itineraries to Facebook. You could perform a similar function on occasion. All expenses paid, don’t worry about that.”

At that piece of news, his face brightened considerably.

“My slaves enjoy a good life whether with me or not, boy. My threat still stands however. One lie. I’m hoping this decision grants you a little more incentive to keep to your promise to never lie to me or any of my slaves again.”

“Oh god, sir. It does, sir. I’d quit football tomorrow, sir, if it meant what you said there, sir. I’d quit college completely, sir.”

“Now don’t overstep your bounds, slave. You still have a family and quitting would upset them. You’re the first in your line ever to leave home for higher education aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then you’ll not only continue in your education, you will excel in it. Now, any questions?”

“Sir, what happens if the coach calls an unscheduled training session?”

“In that case, you will text me and I will send one of those slaves I mentioned to you. You will go to a restroom, meet him there and he’ll release you, watch you train and after the session, he’ll lock you up and plug you again. Hmmm… I like that idea in fact.”

“Sir?”

“You’ll always leave in chastity from now on. You’ll only be unlocked for those training sessions. Yes, that does hold a certain appeal. One hour before training, one hour after. Otherwise, locked safely away for good.”

He gulped. “Yes, sir.”

Joel laughed. “It’s a good start, sir. Perfect training for what’s to come, sir.”

“Quite, Joel. Because when you are my full time slave, boy, you will be in a situation identical to Joel. Don’t worry. There are other pleasures. When you do take a suit, temporary or otherwise, you’ll find out what they are. Once you’ve experienced them you might not even miss jacking off.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now go and get changed back into your civvies. You have a home to go to.”

“What are civvies, sir?”

“Civilian clothing, not the army kit you’re wearing.”

“Ah, right, thank you, sir.” Omega left the room.

“Butch can hear us again now. Joel. Takings?”

“Doubled, sir. I expect quite a few to request the dog over the next few days, sir. We had five requests just this evening before lockup.”

Q chuckled. “Yes, I expected that myself. I take it Butch here is fully… adjusted to the plug?”

“Yes, sir. He said he’d been fisted many times when we were in the club, sir. No discomfort from it.”

“Very good dog.”

Butch collapsed again, writhing, then managed to scramble back to his paws, his tail wagging uncontrollably. “Enjoy your time here, boy. How would you like it to be permanent? Not the dog, but a suit similar to M’s there.”

The tail shot up and then didn’t seem to know what to do. The head looking around nervously.

“It is a genuine offer, permanently suited just as M is, a slave for life. Once you’re released in the morning, we’ll talk again, properly. The offer doesn’t need to be taken straight away. I’m quite prepared to allow you time to think about it and even time in a temporary suit to sample the life before committing. I believe you’ll like it however.”

The tail began to wag again.

“Good. Tomorrow morning after your release, I’ll call again. Q out.”