2017-11-03 - spike - The New Shop 36

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 36
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 36
Oh god it was good. We had each other on the mat five times during that bout, every hold, every escape I knew. He used a few on me I’d never even mastered

I’m sure blank was better than I am but I put up a good fight and it seemed everyone there enjoyed it.

Then back to what everyone had been doing before the summons.

The day flew by and before I knew it, we were stood before the Laptop again, Omega sent to its cage.

“I begin to see the appeal of wrestling, eleven.”

“Thank you, sir. Once I’ve got blank trained up, it can help teach it along with boxing, sir… Well… He can, he’ll be out of the suit by then…”

“Very good. I’m sure it’ll prove very popular. Very homoerotic, all that writhing around on the floor, all those grips and holds. I can’t believe I ignored it for so long. Tainted by the professional side I imagine.”

“Yes, sir. Many don’t know what true wrestling involves, sir.”

“I do remember it being on television in the UK when I was a boy, but there, most of the famous ones looked more like M before his transformation. Wrestlers like Big Daddy and Giant Haystacks were enough to put even the most ardent homosexuals off the sport.”

I laughed. “I can imagine, sir.”

“How is Omega adjusting?”

“I haven’t spoken to it, sir but I’ve seen it around in my wanderings today. Playing ten pin with a couple of blanks, a little later sat at a table playing cards. I think it loves this life as much as I do.”

“I’ll speak to it tomorrow night. Of course, by then you’ll all be dogs in training. I won’t keep you tonight. I imagine you all want one final sleep before being sealed in for the next week. One thing. All dogs, B4, cells three and four. Any slaves displaced, block three, cell one. Tomorrow, get all slaves due to depart sealed and into their pods before opening time. Q out.”

I nodded. “Where are the pods, M?”

“They’ve been delivered. They’re in block one right now, in the cells. Very easy to move them, load them up and stack them in the lift. I think the pods have an access code that automatically triggers for B5.”
* * * * *
After the workout the next morning, we brought Omega up to the surface and froze him in for his final wash’n’flush before release.

We all had ours too of course, mine, longer again. It really had been three weeks since the first. My next full ones were likely to be on Sundays from now on.

The moment I was free, M applied solvent to Omega’s gag and when it was loose, injected it into an access tube.

“This tube… The gag inflation tube. A small amount’s enough to liquefy the sealant in the gag itself, then suck it out, deflate the gag and you gain access to the other two tubes for the inflation of the throat balls.”

I nodded. Another application. Then, the gag was deflated, unsealed from the tube, removed and the other tubes were accessible. Those injected too, he took a blade to the frozen slave and with great care, sliced around its midriff, careful not to allow the blade to penetrate too deeply and damage its skin. Then, tube balls deflated, the tubing was removed and slave was unfrozen.

The top half of the suit was then removed revealing a very happy and extremely bald young jock.

If anything, I think he looked better in his new slave form than he had as his old self.

The plug was unsealed from the bottom half, with a lot of force and manhandling, his genitals were removed from the sheath and finally, he stood there in his naked splendour. Even though I wasn’t gay I could appreciate a good looking man once in a while and with all the hair gone every muscle seemed more defined on his body.

“Oh god that was hot. Oh god I want it more than anything, now, sir.”

“Looking at you now, I think Master Q might want you more than anything too.”

“What do you mean, sir?”

“Mirror, boy. I think you make a fine figure of a slave. I’m sure Master Q’s drooling at the sight of you, but just in case he isn’t… Pose in front of that camera once you’d had a look at yourself.”

The moment he saw himself, he froze. His cock sprang to attention immediately. He turned. He performed all those stupid muscleman poses every man’s done before now in a mirror after working out for a while.

“Fuck… Fucking hell! I look amazing! I… I know I’ve shaved before but this? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so sexy.”

“Quite, now show off your new body to the camera before we lock you away again. Master Q needs to see this.”

“Yes, SIR!” He bounced enthusiastically to the camera I’d indicated and really started showing himself off.

I allowed him ten minutes before putting his manhood back under lock and key.

“Now get dressed, your clothes are still on the chair, I think. We’ve not used it this weekend. Your first class is in ninety minutes.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

Joel unlocked the front door and he was gone, instantly replaced by the bar tender.

“Didn’t want to disturb you, thought I’d wait until the door unlocked at ten sir. God, is that the same person I saw with you in the club that night?”

“It’s him. Let’s get you sorted out. Got to get you suited up quickly.”

“Why?”

“Big day today. Not only are a lot of the slaves leaving to Master Q’s but all remaining suited slaves will become dogs for the next two weeks.”

He seemed to positively deflate. “So, I’ll just be helping out?”

“Oh no. You’re joining us. You’ll be Butch again. We’re all going to be training hard for what’s to come.”

“Really? Oh god. Thanks for keeping it as a surprise, sir. Made my day. What is to come?”

“A race.”

“Errr… What, across Queens? Like you?”

“Oh no, much better. Wilderness, fifty mile course. Outside as a dog for days. Don’t worry, Q’s organising well. Shelters will be in place along with feed stations and we’ll all be fitted with water filters so we can drink from streams or ponds. We’ll survive. Don’t know what else he has in store yet myself.”

“Fuck me… That sounds incredible! And I’m in? I’m a competitor?!”

“Yep. Dunno what prize he’ll have for you though if you win. For most of them, it’s a name and time off work.”

“Most?”

“Well, M, twelve and me… we already have names. Now quickly, get you dressed and tubed up, sealed and cured, we’ve got a lot of slaves to pack away before opening time. You won’t be able to help with that however, you’ll be too busy being frozen while our cleaning cycle removes your hair. Don’t worry, we won’t remove your nails… This time. If you ever spend more than… How long M?”

“I’d say a month.”

“That long in a suit though, stronger solution to remove those too.”

He nodded. “Just hope I come out of the suit in a similar state to Omega. Fuck me he looks amazing.”

“He thought so too. Bet all the girls’ll be throwing themselves at his feet… Shame he’s gay and in chastity isn’t it?”

We led him through and in ten minutes he was fully sealed in and standing in the wet room to cure.

His suit, blank. No identification markings, so no name. Not that it mattered, he’d have his dog name again in no time.
* * * * *
M walked back and forth along the line of slaves. Tapping each and ordering the new dogs to the other end of the court.

“Now is your time. You’re going home. For many it will be your permanent home. For some, he may sell you. If you find you like it there, my advice, do your best. Impress him and he’ll never sell you. Slack, laze about, avoid work or just do the bare minimum… Expect you find yourself on the stage paraded in front of other Masters and open for bidding within six months.”

A few even nodded in agreement. One held up its hand.

“Yes?”

“What if you’d always wanted to be sold in an auction, sir?”

“That depends. Would you want to be sold and never see a place you love again?”

It shook its head.

“Then I suggest you impress him anyway. If you wish to experience a slave auction, tell him. You’re not the only one he rents at auction. A month here, maybe even six months there but you’d always return to your owner after your lease expired.”

It nodded and lowered its hand.

M tapped something on his band and four stepped forward, walked to the elevator and pressed the panel.

“Joel’s doing it?”

“He knows how. More than familiar with those things. I’ve shoved quite a few in those over the years. I showed him what to do and explained how important it was to do it properly. I’ll inspect before we lock.”

I nodded.

Another four sent down five minutes later, we joined the final lot. I admit, I was curious.

Joel was just closing a pod when we arrived. He nodded and led us into the cell block.

“Blank, step forward. Stand by this pod.”

One of the blanks did so.

M pulled a few corrugated tubes and snapped them in place. A turn of a key and the core was removed from its plug and put into a port on the side of the pod. Then an ass tube was connected. Finally, a couple of tubes for the feet, the slave was helped into the pod. Another pair of tubes were shoved up its nostrils and the pod was closed. M applied a padlock and called the next.

The whole process was incredibly quick. Even M’s inspection of the work Joel did was completed in ten minutes.

We loaded, stacked them in the elevator, the doors closed and when it returned, it was empty. Another load in, another few minutes and the last of them was on its way to its new life. Its new home.

“What time is the Sarge due?”

“Could be any time from opening to midday. I’d expect him early if he really is a military man. Why?”

“Well, we do have to put a lot of dogs in before he can train us. We should be the last two. We’ve got Butch to finish off. What about their names?”

He nodded. “He’ll know what needs to be done. I’ll explain the state Butch is in. That it needs to complete its clean before it’s put into a suit if need be.”

“If you’ve not put them into your armband yet, do so now. He could use either of ours.”

“OK, I’ve changed Sleepy to Bandit, got Slasher, Fry, Sleazy, Dash and Storm. Could you tell me which numbers and names for yours?”

“43523539. Phantom. 12433356, Rascal and for Butch, 29482149”

“And for you…” I tapped him on the shoulder and added Max. “How do I add myself?”

“Select personal details in settings. It has your slave ident, name and nickname fields in there. Remember to log out before handing it over or he’ll be using your profile. He needs to log in himself. Then all the dogs with those nicknames will be available including you.”

I nodded and did that. Very simple once you knew how.
* * * * *
The sarge arrived just as M predicted. The moment the door unlocked that morning.

“Hello sir. I’d like to shake your hand before the only thing I’m capable of is shaking a paw. God that day was a good one.”

“And you are.”

“Eleven right now, sir, but as a dog, Tyson, sir.”

His face erupted into a smile. “God, you two were amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“We’ve got more downstairs ready to be sealed in, or back in, in the case of a few. Some of those are impressive too. This race, a real incentive to try, sir. Push us, sir. Push us hard.”

“Oh I will, don’t you worry. I know just how too. There’s more to this training than just exercise by the way.”

“Oh?”

He chuckled. “You’ll find out once you’re back on all fours.”

“One is currently in the midst of its first cleaning cycle, sir. We’ll help seal the rest in, but I think M and I should be the last, sir.”

“Agreed. Let’s get down there then.”
* * * * *
Slasher was the most interesting to watch being sealed in. Two flaps extended down the back, designed to overlap and form an air tight seal against another flap by the neck. Once that thing was on, there was no way anyone was getting it off without the correct solvent. A solvent M assured me only Q knew the formulation of.

Oh god I hope I get to wear that model next time.

It took half an hour to get the seals into position satisfactorily and then glued shut. That’d probably speed up with practice though.

“How does it feel, Slasher?”

As expected, the moment the tail was engaged and locked, it began to wag.

“I just hope mine’s as comfortable. I think it’ll be better than the old one though.”

The rest of the dogs, done in two hours. Most of that struggling to get their arms and legs in place. Once the final tail was locked in and collar attached, we left them to stumble about finding their paws while we went to the wet room to release blank, soon to be Butch.

It stumbled as it was released from its immobility and stared at itself in the mirror as we all did in those early days. It caressed itself.

“Right blank. It’s time for you to become Butch again.” I held up a dog suit.

It nodded and got on all fours. Only two more lots of struggle remaining after this one… Me and M.