2017-11-03 - spike - The New Shop 35

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 35
Date: 03 November 2017

Before we continue... A gripe.
If you're one of those people who've been marking my work down... This bit is targeted just at you.
Stop being an ungrateful git! It's not as if you're paying for these stories for fuck's sake.

This isn't telling people to stop marking me down, just a request that if you are so peeved after reading something of mine that you feel the need to, at least have the common decency to TELL me WHY?

How the hell am I supposed to improve my writing if critics only tick a star rather than actually comment? So do that from now on. If you mark me down, put in the comments why!

And don't expect every single episode to be something that'll get your rocks off! This is a long story and you can't expect it. No reasonable person would! It needs time to build up to bigger events, it's not bam bam bam!

And now, we return to our regularly scheduled programmes.



Chapter 35
Omega was released from its day in the display case and we sat it in front of the laptop awaiting Q’s call. The laptop was closed however.

“So, how’s your throat, Omega? And your ass?”

It held its thumbs up.

“And your time on display? Have any interesting interactions with Joel?”

Another thumbs up.

“Good. Because this is every free weekend you have now, every vacation you can spare too of course.”

Double thumbs up.

“We’ll put you down with the other slaves tonight, they’ll teach you to talk properly in that state. It’s the only way most of them will ever talk again.” I turned to M. “Has it had its levels taken yet?”

“Yeah, we did that when no-one was in the shop this afternoon. Up there fiddling with that machine again were you?”

“That, rec room and another workout yes. I think all the kinks have been worked out now, just in time for a new lot.” I laughed. “But god I’m looking forward to it. Only been out a few days and straight back in there and this time, with a mission.”

Omega looked at me and drew a question mark.

“Every single permanent here, Omega. Dogs. From Monday. There’ll be eleven of us all training for an epic race across the wilderness. Prizes for the winners, penalties for the loser and me and Slasher are out there to stop them.”

It drew an M and a question mark.

“Yes, M too. Even the bar tender will… Not that he knows it yet. He joins us for nineteen days on Monday… Just in time, eh?”

It pointed at itself.

“You’ll help. We’ll need it. Only the sarge to handle all those dogs while Joel runs the store. I’m sure they’ll keep you quite busy when you’re here.”

It walked its hand on all fours across the back of its other one.

“Not this time. Sorry, but we need men as well as animals here. You’ll get your chance eventually but not until after the race. You’ve got a lot of adjusting to the suit to do anyway. Adjusting to the life. Besides, it’d get in the way of your classes. It’s happening during the week, not at weekend and it’s going to take days.”

It stared at me.

“Yes, we’ll be out there for days. Very long course.”

The laptop beeped, Joel opened it and activated Skype.

“Ah, Omega. Opinions of the suit?”

Omega launched itself at the keyboard. “Oh god, thank you, sir! I love it! I never want out.”

“Yes, we get a lot of that, and a lot of men who say it end up in there permanently. I want you to understand just what permanent means now. I know, you love it, but it would be for the rest of your life should you take it on. M?”

“Yes, sir.” M placed a knife on the table.

“Omega. Cut the suit off.”

Its shoulders slumped. “I’ve only been in it for… Yes. Yes, sir.”

It took the knife.

“I suggest you start with the wrist and look closely.”

As its hand sawed and the dust began to fall, its sawing became quicker. This one’s hands didn’t shake. It seemed to be taking delight in it. The moment the knife hit the table it was typing again.

“Oh… my god, I love it sir! Thank you, sir! So I am? M said it was temporary!”

“I just want you to understand what permanent means, Omega. For M and each slave there, it means just that. Their suits are complete. Single pieces of graphene composite and theirs are absolutely, utterly impossible to remove. Yours can be removed using a special technique because it isn’t complete. It’s two separate pieces. So yes, yours is temporary.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, it seems we do have a fully willing occupant for the suit when the time is right. Many react quite strongly to the sight of the blade being blunted, realising their fate is sealed. You impress me again, Omega but you will be released from it on Monday. Most weekends will be spent sealed back in however but not the next two. There won’t be anyone to seal you in or let you out again so you’ll help… In the flesh, so to speak. Have they informed you of the race?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, move aside.”

Omega stood and allowed Joel to take its place.

“Joel, I see number twelve’s fulfilling its obligations.”

“Yes, sir. It pinpointed three today. We were extremely busy so I offered each the chance to try the suit during the week, sir. All three accepted and I have two of their details.”

“Three? Even better! I’ve received the two you sent. Takings?”

“Through the roof, sir. We’re going to need a restock on several items. We’re all out of rubber catsuits, leather singlets and shirts in the most common sizes, wrestling singlets and old fashioned rubber tail plugs. The dogs caused the usual stir, sir. Another five requested a chance to try one.”

“Stocktaking tomorrow anyway. As for the dog suits, the trial for the new designs is during the race. Eleven will wear a front zip model and Slasher will be sealed into his, no zip. When we have the feedback, unless no more alterations are required, the first shipment of front zip models will be soon after.”

Slasher cocked his head and his tail began to wag.

Q noticed. “No Slasher, it’s not a permanent seal, it’s the same as used on the temporary suits such as the one Omega wears but it does remove the zip. Your suit should be even more comfortable than Tyson’s. During your release time I expect a detailed report of any flaws you detect. Understood?”

He nodded.

“That goes for you too eleven, with your front zip.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now I won’t keep you, you have a lesson to teach. Q out.”

Oh god, so I did. With all the excitement about the dogs, I’d completely forgotten.
* * * * *
Both of us in red wrestling singlets and boxing boots, we stood in separate rings. I stamped on the floor. It seemed suitable.

I stood before the gathered blanks and dogs. This time, my chastity was off. Not something considered safe to wear during a wrestling bout, that much metal.

“Today, we begin training in the noble art of wrestling. Now before you start thinking of the joke that is WWF or one of the other pro-wrestling foundations, forget it. That’s not wrestling. It’s a stage show used to entertain idiots. I hate that crap.

Real wrestling is a sport requiring skill, not show-boating. Just to prove that, these are rules in competitive amateur wrestling, wrestling I might add that is part of the Olympic Games.

You will not:
Pull genitals, pinch the skin, twist fingers or toes or perform any actions, gestures or holds with the intention of torturing the opponent or making it suffer to force it to withdraw.

You will NEVER: Kick, head-butt, strangle, push, apply holds that may endanger the opponent’s life or cause a fracture or dislocation of limbs, tread on the feet of the opponent or touch its face between the top of the goggles and mouth tube.

You will also never thrust the elbow or knee into the opponent's abdomen or stomach, carry out any twisting action which is likely to cause suffering or hold the opponent by its singlet.

It’s also forbidden to talk during the bout. There will be someone watching!

You won’t seize the sole of the opponent’s foot, only seizing the upper part of the foot or the heel is permitted, you will not fix matches by agreeing the match result between yourselves or grasp or interlock fingers to block the opponent and prevent active wrestling.

All those things and a few more are forbidden! In the outside world, that includes hair pulling and biting, but as we’re all incapable of those anyway, those rules are irrelevant.

One final thing. You will not use the ropes of the ring. No climbing on them to jump on opponents. No running into them to catapult yourselves at them. Proper wrestling doesn’t use ropes but as we don’t have a wrestling ring here, these will have to do.

Is that understood?”

They nodded.

I tapped on my band. “M, could you get Alpha up here. Didn’t think to collect its ID. Might as well train it, it can teach boxing and wrestling then. It’ll need to be released too.”

A blank entered the ring. I touched its shoulder and tapped Alpha into its entry while M unlocked its belt.

“Now, the first thing everyone needs to know to escape the worst is the breakfall. Those of you who’ve trained in other martial arts know what that is, many of you probably don’t but as wrestling can involve hitting the mat and hitting it hard, it’s something you need to know. Watch and learn.”

I demonstrated, falling backwards, no-one to catch me, just slapping my palms on the mat just before the main impact.

I stood again. “Breakfalls can save you from a lot of pain. We’ll continue with that later though. Now, blank. Step forward and put on the blue singlet.”

I demonstrated all the most common moves to the crowd by doing them to Alpha and then called up another blank. M removed its chastity, I tossed it a green singlet and demonstrated them again to allow Alpha the chance to see how it was done.

Finally, Alpha began performing them on the blank and I corrected, adjusted until it was doing each well.

I glanced across to the other ring and it seemed it’d had similar ideas.

“Tomorrow, you’ll all see true wrestling in action. I’m having a bout with blank over there. Both of us are active in the sport. Don’t think you’ll escape it when you travel to Q’s. It’ll be teaching it there too. You’ll also be expected to learn to box when you arrive. One of Master Q’s passions, boxing but the man who trains that sport is… currently unavailable here.”

Alpha’s shoulders shook. “Thanks for that, sir. They don’t know who I am.”

“Made any friends yet?”

“You were right. I have and it’s a real eye-opener. Thanks sir.”

I grabbed his hand and shook it. Then fiddled, excluding all but M. “I’ll be proud to serve under you when you’re released. Bet you won’t even want that when it’s time, will you?”

“I…” It nodded. “You’re right. I love it now. Blank? Name? Voice? Makes no difference. God I hope he just leaves me in it.”

“Well, you know that’s not going to happen. Just as he won’t allow me to remain a dog for life, he won’t allow you to remain a blank. Both got jobs to do. You still have the pod for a month to look forward to remember and he hasn’t forgotten.”

“They’ve told me what it’s like now, sir. I’m looking forward to it.”

I sniggered to myself. “Oh god, so am I. Bet I don’t experience one until it’s time to leave though and that’ll be years off.”
* * * * *
The cages had only just unlocked when I tapped out “M… I think this time, we should feed the dogs we’re releasing their muscle relaxant. Give it a good amount of time to start working before release. It’ll probably be a lot less painful. Stringing me up in the dungeon was hell.”

“Good idea. Learning curve for everyone this. We’ll do it now. Then stocktaking. Release them for their exercise, work them hard until they’re back on their feet, then free for all.”

“Free for all apart from the compulsory wrestling spectacle.”

“Yes, true, but that’s only likely to take… How long was it again? Three minutes per round and only three rounds?”

I nodded. “Ten minutes. Thirty seconds between rounds.”

“Certainly different from boxing in that respect then.”

Another round of stocktaking, everyone capable taking part. Done in less than an hour.

Then, time to release the hounds. We did it in the dungeon this time, a lot less trouble than hauling them bodily down there afterwards.

First out, longest in. Slasher. Sleazy not being one due for release. I think after so long he may even be afraid of it, returning to humanoid form.

We removed Slasher’s tail and unzipped, pulled the hood up, released the nose tubes and with a lot of struggle, his arms were free. Just like me, bent and stiff, unable to straighten them.

I knelt beside it. “I know it’s painful. Start wriggling your fingers in the fist they’re locked in. They’ll loosen, trust me. I know.”

I could see it trying. It was a very gradual process but the fingers separated from the fist, started wriggling more freely and ten minutes later…

“Oh god, thank you, sir. I love it. I’m yours, sir. Your pet for as long as you’ll have me.”

I grabbed it in a hug. “I really like you, blank. I don’t know how long we’ll stay together but I’m sure Q will grant you time as a dog when you’re there too. I’ll be sure to report to him how much you love it. Best of all, we’ll be brothers again tomorrow! For over two weeks!”

“I had my doubts when I first saw you, sir. Then I saw how quickly you learned to run and how much you were enjoying it. Didn’t even know it was you in there until they released you.”

“Do you know why I pulled your tail in Central Park?”

It nodded. “I know, sir. She was yours. She’s a hottie too. I would’ve been tempted to hump her leg sir, if I wasn’t afraid of a bad boy because of it.”

“I was this close to doing that myself when I first saw her. Come on, let’s get your legs out. Then we can stretch you out and get you back on two feet.”

It nodded. We had it fully out of the suit in ten more minutes and attached the spreaders, fastened the leg on to the floor and the arms to the winch.

“Now, this is seriously going to hurt but with a lot of stretching, walking with support, you’ll be on your feet in no time.”

“Oh shit. Go on then. I’m beginning to feel for Sleazy now sir, if he ever does win his way out of it.”

“He will. We told him life but we had other plans from the start. That was just to mess with his head. He has to earn it though.”

It nodded.

“Now brace yourself, it’s winch time.”

M activated the winch and the twisted figure slowly straightened. Outside the suit, nothing apart from the fists clenching but I knew what was going on inside. I imagine it was screaming the roof off in its mind.

The moment it was straight, I began massaging one of its legs while a blank did the other. Two more standing on boxes to do the same with its arms. One hour, stretched out taut. One hour of massage and we lowered it down. Just as with me, it collapsed into a heap on the floor.

We undid the restraints and immediately it crawled up into a kneel. Hands behind its back, head down, it leant forward and touched its forehead to the floor. Then it tried doing what I had. It placed a foot flat on the floor and tried to force itself up.

It did a hell of a lot better than I had too. It managed to get half way before it collapsed, the effort too much for it.

The blanks put themselves under its armpits and lifted it up and as with me, they began walking it around the dungeon. I moved on to the next dog. Dash.

“Don’t worry, boy. You’ve not been in as long as Slasher. It won’t be as bad for you.”

It nodded.

“Looking forward to the race?”

Oh god did it nod. The tail went into overdrive.

The moment its arms were free it started gesturing. Its hands useful from the start. That was a good sign.

“Oh god that is the most amazing thing I’ve ever done, sir, and I’ve subbed for lots of Masters. Not a stranger to dog play but never like that.”

“Just crawling around on your hands and knees with a doggy mask on was it?”

“Yes, sir. Actually becoming a dog! Oh god it’s good.”

“You managed what I did. I know that much. You found him didn’t you?”

“Who, sir?”

“Dash. Your inner dog. Put your self to one side and let the dog take over.”

Its shoulders shook. “I never thought of it like that but that’s a pretty good description, sir. Oh god, I’m going to give you a run for your money in that race.”

“Good, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. I’ll tell you one thing…”

“Sir?”

“I’ve never run a marathon. You might even manage to evade me. The others, I think I’ll be able to match. Going to have to be extra cunning with you.”

“Oh god, I can’t wait.”

“Let’s get those legs out. See if you can walk. If you can, M’s got some exercises for you to regain your strength a bit before we shove you back in there tonight. So, gunning for a name?”

“I’d settle for the time off, sir. I’m happy here. I don’t care if I’m just blank and the idea of running across… Oh god it sounds good.”

It stretched, then struggled to its feet. It wobbled a little but it took a few steps and slowly regaining confidence on two legs, it was walking properly in no time.

And finally, Storm.

When its hands were free, it started talking immediately too.

“Oh god, this is freaky. It’s growing on me though, sir.”

“Glad I refused to let you out now?”

“Yes, sir. Especially when I heard what Master had to say, I could earn a name!”

“Still got a problem with being blank? Even though you know that’s only an outward thing? That we still know you’re… well… you in there?”

“It’s still…” it sighed. “I suppose I valued my individuality too much, sir.”

“There are benefits to being identical you know…”

“Benefits? What”

I held its hand to stop it. “Look at all those slaves. Now tell me, which ones are Asian? Which ones are black? Inside obviously. It’s impossible to be racist if everyone looks the same. All those ists go right out of the window, all those prejudices. One of the slaves we selected to become a new dog for the race is African American. Can you guess which one just by talking to them without bringing up the subject?”

“God. I… I’m sorry, sir. I’ll try to think of it like that. Shame you can’t put the whole country in suits like this.” It started to laugh. “All those KKK bigots wouldn’t know who to hate anymore. They’d have to become weightists.”

“Even that wouldn’t work forever. The food we eat, perfect. We exercise daily. M used to be obese. When he was taken he was put on display to show they had rubber suits for fat bastards, his words. Now look at him.”

“Fucking hell, sir? Really? But he’s ripped now!”

“That’s what five years in a suit like this’ll do for you. Even Sleazy’s looking a little sleeker and it’s not even been a month. Now, speaking of exercise, join Slasher and Dash… Sorry… Blank and blank and me up in the gym. Exercises for all of us. Work your kinks out before we begin training in earnest for the race tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.”

“If you made any friends among them, I suggest you have one final get together because everyone apart from us canines… Gone tomorrow. It’ll likely be months before you see them again.”
* * * * *
Another good workout. All of them were steady on their feet after that.

I led the one who’d been Slasher up to the rec room.

“I think it’s time you got together with your brother. Rest of the day, last chance either of you’ll have to talk after today for quite a while.”

“How do I find him, sir?”

“Two ways. One, talk to them. You’d find him eventually.”

It nodded. “And the other?”

I tapped it on the shoulder and showed it the display. The ident for Slasher on screen.

It didn’t say anything until the elevator door opened.

“That’s amazing, sir.”

“Clever, yes. Come on.”

There were a few tables occupied.

The second one, Sleepy’s ident popped up on the fourth attempt. It looked up at me.

Blank glanced at my band again.

“Sleepy, sir?”

“Well I did knock it out, that was going to be the dog name I assigned but I made friends with it. I should change that.”

“Made friends?”

“You saw it hug me when I selected it for the dog training, blank. I spent three days with it.”

“But your number! That writing!”

“Just rubber. Normal vest and hood covering the markings, nothing exotic. Q’s idea. Your brother needed it. Now it’s happy in a cage. Would’ve been a nervous wreck without the rewards playing downstairs whenever it’s confined.”

“So what name have you decided on now, sir?”

“I’ll keep that to myself for now, I think… I do hope it likes it, though.”

I selected Sleepy so it could hear me. “Sorry, blank. Just delivering something for you.”

“Please, sir. Pull up a chair.”

I nodded and grabbed two, sitting on one, its brother sitting next to it.

“So, how are you, blank?”

“I’m fine, sir. I don’t think I’m cured yet but it’s getting better and the thought of actually being outside… Not only outside but in the great outdoors. In the wilderness…”

I nodded. “I’ll let you two talk for a while. Be in the gym in about an hour though. All the slaves will get the command anyway.”

“Yes, sir. Wrestling?”

I nodded. “Oh god, I’ve been looking forward to this. Almost as much as being Tyson again.”