2017-11-26 - spike - The New Shop 46

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 46
Date: 26 November 2017

Chapter 46
Blank had had its first regular workout, its first normal wash and flush.

Now, dog time. We put it into my old suit, knowing more would be arriving soon. Again, a lot of manhandling to get its arms and feet in. Nose tubes, zip, then tail and lock.

It stood there, wobbling a little.

“So, what do you want to name this one, M?”

“I’m not that good with naming them, you know that.”

“Well, he is a police dog. How about a police dog name? What did they call them over there?”

“Good thought! Again! Let’s see… Killer?”

Its tail remained static.

“Nemesis?”

No change.

“Hmm… Maybe… Reagan? No? Carter? Bodie? Doyle?”

There was a slight wag from the last one.

“Who are they?”

“TV policemen. The Sweeney and The Professionals… How about Morse?”

Still no response.

“Frost?”

A slight wag. Its head cocked at M curiously.

“Let’s try… something a little more iconic… Bobby?”

A slightly faster wag.

”How about the most iconic bobby of them all? Dixon boy?”

The tail wagged.

“You like Dixon don’t you?”

Again, the curious look. “Dixon it is then. You’re wondering how I’m reading your mind aren’t you boy?”

He nodded.

“I’m not. I’m reading your tail. Look at the mirror.”

He did of course. The tail wagging at his new dog name. He glanced back at M and did his best to shrug.

“Now think an unhappy thought. Q decided to reject you. Deny you the pleasure down there. You’ll never feel it again.”

The tail stopped wagging instantly and sank between his legs.

He glanced at the mirror. The tail shot up in surprise and then started wagging again as with so many others, me included.

“Now. Open your jaw. Doesn’t matter if you can open your real jaw, just perform the action.”

The dog’s mouth opened. Then snapped shut. He began experimenting. He looked up at M in surprise again.

M just nodded.

“Who do you want to train him to walk this time?”

“Well… Slasher and Rascal are due to be put back into theirs soon. Might as well have them train him to walk. Then play fetch with him until it’s their time.”

“And then he’ll have two playmates. Doggy bed by our cages or down there”

“I think by ours, sleeping next to Slasher. I know he said no kid gloves but this isn’t much of one.”

The tail stopped wagging.

“What is it boy?”

He looked up at M, clearly at a loss on how to express himself. He went down onto his stomach and put his head on his front paws. Then cocked his head curiously.

“Ahhh…. Yes, you will sleep like that, boy. You’re in there and you’re not getting out until we allow it. Just as with the other dogs. Slasher and Rascal will be in theirs for a week at a time, only allowed out on Sundays.”

He sprang to his paws, his tail firmly between his legs.

“No, not the full week for you, we have so little time to play, but you’re in until we say. Not as if you have any choice or means of escape is it? Trust me, one day is not enough time to learn to enjoy it. Lack of choice is one of the things you’ll have to get used to as a slave, boy.”

He seemed to sigh and nodded.

“Good boy.”

As with so many before, he fell to his side when that hit, then sprang back to his paws wagging again.

I summoned Slasher and Rascal to the gym and when they arrived, left them to it, handing Slasher the dog trainer band.

“M… I think I’ll spend a morning on display. You could trigger one of those programs while I’m in there if you like. If you want you can take the evening shift and I’ll do the same.”

“Good idea. Oh god I… It’s weeks since I felt anything down there.”

“Would’ve thought months, surely?”

“Oh, no no no. When you’re in the pod, it keeps you entertained, believe me.”

I chuckled. “God I envy them, then. Days of that. Who is this Dixon character? Only one I’ve heard of was a cheesy private eye from a star trek holodeck program?”

“Oh, no. Not that one. Dixon of Dock Green. Very old TV programme in the UK, that. Think he must’ve been the first TV policeman, very good copper, the epitome of the good policeman on the beat in fact. I doubt he’s even seen any of the episodes but it’s so ingrained almost every copper’s heard of him.”
* * * * *
This time, I’d selected something a little similar to Dixon’s choice. A full rubber kilt though along with rubber shirt.

I stood there as the store opened and watched the world go by. It’d been a while since I’d done this and found I did still enjoy it.

A man came in at midday. He had a nervous look about him as he approached the counter. My ears clicked on.

“Hello, sir. I… I was wondering…”

“Has your background check cleared?”

“Yes, sir.”

“It has.” There was a brief pause. “M. Come on up to the shop floor. I’ll release twelve the moment you’ve taken him into the back to join you. It’s time he got his armband.”

“One of twelve’s slaves, eh?”

“Ready for the suit, sir?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be right up.”

He arrived minutes later and lead the new slave into the back.

Joel left my field of vision and returned a minute later.

So, a new gold to join our crew. This was moving quite quickly. I wondered how long it’d be before thirteen gained a further promotion. Probably a long time. I imagine Q’s quite satisfied with three golds right now.

The next time I saw M was a couple of hours later. He didn’t say anything, he just selected something and pointed his fob at me.

Aaaah… God. This one was vastly different from the first. How was it different? Difficult to describe but it seemed more playful, more of a tease. It’d reach the maximum pleasure and even dip above it briefly. A slight amount of the overwhelming pleasure that bordered on pain. God, my knees would’ve buckled with those waves if they’d not been locked in place.

The waveforms changed in a random way. Sometimes smooth, sinusoidal, rising and falling to nothing before rising again, sometimes, starting at maximum and falling to nothing gradually or rising and then dropping abruptly. Sawtooth waves. Oh god it lasted forever. Did I want it to stop? Fuck no. How long did it take to end? If the clock hadn’t been there I would’ve sworn it was weeks but of course, it was only an hour.

Only question was… Which did I prefer? It was impossible to decide. I loved them equally.

And then it was over. My ass was a void, the lack of pleasure down there an emptiness I was desperate to fill with more sensation.

It took a while for me to recover. I glanced at the clock and it was still only three. M should arrive to replace me when it was four for his half day.

More customers. One… another nervous one in fact.

“Hi… I… Errrr… A bar tender told me to give this to you.”

Joel took it and smiled. “Ah. Yes. So, you’re a slave wanting more. Dissatisfied with the quality of Masters out there?”

He nodded. “I’m still not sure what this card means though. He just told me to hand it to you, that you’d explain.”

“I’m a slave sir. A full time, permanent, never to be released, always the property of my master, full blown slave. And my master’s recruiting. Luke has a few cards like that to hand out to prospective slaves, men who want to be owned just as I am, for life.”

“Oh god! Really? What’s it like?”

“Oh, god you’ve got to experience it to believe it. But he’s not recruiting slaves to be outside agents like me right now. He’s recruiting a different type.” He nodded towards me. “Before you say anything, master has granted me the honour to wear one of those suits soon. And I’ll be in it for at least a year.”

“A… fuck me that’s hot… A year?”

“Yes, sir. The suit comes in two variants. The first stage of recruitment, background check, you pass that and then the second stage… A temporary version of that suit.”

“Temporary?”

“Yes, the other variant is permanent. Taking that step requires a lot of courage, I won’t deny that but it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. A whole new life and you’d be secure in the knowledge that it would be a life of slavery with no hope of ever being released. In order to be accepted you’d need to commit to being in a temporary one for a time, minimum one week, maximum, your choice. If my master was satisfied with your performance the suit would be removed and you’d be given the choice to become that permanently.”

“Oh, fucking hell!”

“Doubting you could handle it sir?”

“Oh fuck no. I’m just fighting against my jock down there. I want it sir. It’s been a dream for half my life to be someone’s slave. A true slave, not one of those sub wannabes.”

“I am permitted to allow you to try the suit. It won’t be the full experience, but you will be tubed up so you can experience what it means. The suit will not be made secure however until your background check has passed. My master is quite thorough.”

“Please! It looks like the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Very well… Come this way, sir.”

What transpired, I’d heard a few times before. Including the artificial voice of the laptop once the tubing was in place. Then, the new suited figure emerged into the store and immediately started typing every detail he could think of into the laptop.

So this one was a construction worker. He had a good body, the suit looked perfect on him. He was gay, of course. Jobs were few and far between right now but when he took one on it was usually enough to keep him in the money until the next. That meant he was capable of taking on the suit for at least a month at zero notice. That was a bonus.

The moment he was done, Joel pointed him at the display.

“If you do choose to commit… that will be a part of your training.”

He rushed back to the laptop after watching it a couple of times.

“I’ll get to do that?! Fucking hell, when was the last one?”

“Less than a week ago, sir. It was the first one and as you can see it was the start of something special. Master enjoyed it so much he decided they would be regular events. The culmination of each group of slaves’ training in fact.”

“Group?”

“You’re not the only one he’s recruiting, sir. He’s recruiting nationwide.”

“Fucking hell again! Oh god, I hope he accepts me, I’d take permanent from day one if it meant some of that. It looks awesome!”

“Quite, sir.” I noticed Joel typing on his armband.

“He’s for a permanent suit from the start. Fuck the temp suit, he did request it.”

M’s voice then. “Yes. I’d say the same. Do we tell him or just keep the training going until shipping and beyond?”

“I think the latter, maybe tell him just before the pod closes.”

Oh god, they liked playing with peoples emotions but, I’d’ve been the same given the chance.

The moment he was released from the suit and dressed, he thanked Joel profusely and ran out of the store.

M came then and released me, taking my place. His selection, army officer. He’d obviously liked the one Luke came in wearing. Maybe it was the same one.

I returned to the gym to find three dogs playing chase the ball and number thirteen there training Dixon to walk. He was steady on his paws now, almost capable of running.

“I see he’s progressing.”

“Very well, sir. God I envy him.”

“Well you’re going to be training again soon. Don’t worry about that. I’d guess a couple of weeks to get those butt senses tingling. Got to learn to distinguish prey as well as shelter and finish line after all.”

“It’s a shame he can’t race too, sir.”

“Hmmm… I wonder. Maybe he can. One week here. Two weeks in transit, one week there. Maybe if Q puts him through some intensive dog training at his end, he’ll be ready for when he returns. It all depends on the timing of the next race. He does have five weeks of vacation booked and if he’s told he can take part in the race he might give us that final week too. Or Q could order it.”

“Oh god, I hope so, he’ll love it, sir.”

“Dixon, heal.”

He trotted over.

“I see you’ve found your paws a little. Do you understand now why you need to be in there longer than a few hours?”

He nodded, his tail wagging.

“And learning to like it too, I see?”

He nodded again.

“Good. Very good. Now I don’t know the timing of the next race, I’ll have to ask Q but… How would you like to take part if it’s possible? It may mean sacrificing your final vacation week to it meaning you wouldn’t get to see much of New York. You would get to see more of the country though. The wilderness is beautiful this time of year.”

The tail went into overdrive.

“I thought you’d like that. Now, in order to survive out there, you need to be able to read your plug.”

He cocked his head again.

“Feel it now. Do you feel the tingle?”

He froze. His tail static. He nodded.

“Come, Dixon.”

I walked over to the mirror. “Now, study the position of your tail.”

He nodded.

“The feeling down there represents that position. Now concentrate on the feeling and wag.”

He did so. The tail shot up, he looked at me.

“I think you’re getting the idea. Learn to identify the position of that tail. That’s part of it. When you’ve mastered that, we can move on to the next part. The feeling down there can be multilayered. Different sensations indicating different things and you need those things when running across country for more than a day. The things each feeling represents include finish line, shelter and food and of course… The hunters. If you feel one of us, you know we’re within one hundred feet of you.”

His tail shot up and started wagging again.

“Now you get those paws exercised, I expect to see you running after the ball tomorrow.”

He nodded and padded back to thirteen.