2018-06-22 - spike - The New Shop 65

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 65
Date: 22 June 2018

Chapter 65
The next day began like every other, wash, flush and feed, a wrestling lesson and workout in the gym and then, we left the blanks to enjoy their final day of free time before their transfer.

When we got back to the elevator, a pod awaited us outside it.

The slave inside sat up and immediately started signing.

“Bloody hell! That was… Oh god I want to experience more of that.”

M unclipped his tubes, gripped his hand and helped him out of the pod before tapping on his armband.

“Doctor Benedict, I presume?”

It nodded… He nodded. The nod revealed a glint of gold.

“I am he. My Master says your Alpha had some serious difficulties recently?”

“Yes, Q punished him by ordering him into a suit for two months, the second of which was sealed into a pod. Unfortunately, we didn’t take that into account when the hacker struck or we could’ve cancelled his punishments immediately. As it was he suffered over two days of ceaseless torture.”

“Yes, that’s what Q said.”

“If you’d care to follow me, we’ll have you out of that suit. Feel free to wear anything from Alpha’s wardrobe while you’re here unless you prefer to remain naked.”

“Oh, no slave is naked for long under Master Q’s care.” He nodded at M’s crotch.

M chuckled. “Yes, understood. I’ll go and get you one. Eleven, take him to the wet room upstairs.”

I beckoned to the elevator and selected the top floor.

“How long have you been with Q?”

“Oh, years. I was there from almost the start. He knew some slaves wouldn’t take too kindly to being taken. I’ve helped treat several, mostly ex-cons but some others who realised once the allure of the suit had worn off that they didn’t want to be there.”

“Didn’t want… I’ve been told it’s a paradise.”

“Now, it is a paradise. In the early days, it was just a filthy shack in a dead barren wasteland. That’s how the first two slaves began. They helped decontaminate the land before the compound we know today could be built. Since then, a lot of slaves. A lot of hard labour too in order to bring the half a mile around the compound back to life. It was the hard labour a lot didn’t take well to.”

I nodded. “From what I hear now, it’d be worth if for what’s there.”

“Yes. The ones at the start endured a lot of hardship in the early days. Once the results began to show… Well, a sense of accomplishment, something to be proud of. They’re all happy to be there now.”

“How’s the blank we sent a while ago? The one who really was having trouble adjusting? It was an ex-con.”

“Adjusting. It’ll be a while, but it’ll be fine. Of course, I had to put its treatment on hold but I gave it some homework to do. Mental exercises. It knows there’s no other life for it now and it has begun to enjoy aspects of that life. It’s the lack of voice, the lack of freedom it still has trouble with.”

“Understandable.”

“I paired it up with another blank who adjusted to the life after a release from prison.”

The elevator opened and I led the doctor to the wet room. The moment he’d taken his place by the drain, I closed the door, flipped the switch and went to fetch my rubber suit and the releasing agent.

M joined me in a rubber suit of his own when I returned.

Slice the rubber, apply the solvent, separate the suit from the plug and gag, manipulate his cock and balls out of the sheath and pull the bottom half down. M applied the belt and began draining the gag.

I rushed off to the back room behind Alpha’s wardrobe and poured a coffee.
* * *
Alpha had departed with the doctor, sarge stood behind the counter and us, mesh suits on, Muttley wandered the aisles examining this or that.

M wore his leatherman uniform again, I chose chaps and a rubber t, thirteen, a gladiator kilt and harness… I chuckled when sixteen chose his. Prison uniform, grey and covered with arrows with a full combi set.

“Dressing to type, sixteen?”

“Why not? You were right, it is how we would’ve all been dressing if we’d continued. Besides, it’s kinky, I appreciate that now. God this is going to be different.”

I nodded. “Makes a change for you I suppose. First time in the case. You’ll like it, all those people looking up at you. Not a clue you’re even a living thing.”

Fifteen went for full US army cammo and Muttley, he decided to go for broke, a leather bondage suit and full face hood with only eye and nostril holes. We all helped get him into that, tightening the laces on the arms and legs, securing the hood. Everything as tight as possible.

We took our places and sarge went around turning on our cases. All of us had chosen to go barefoot so we could communicate.

The sarge returned to his post and flipped the switch under the counter and the day began. Beta joined him.

Customers, many of them walked around me that morning, I spotted some stopping and staring at the dog race video. One of them rushed back to the counter. The sarge hadn’t muted his mic so we could all hear everything.

“Is that real?”

“Oh? Oh the video? Yes. In fact, we had a second one just last week. I was the one at the finish line.”

“Really? It was… How did they survive? It was the coldest November week since 1976!”

Sarge chuckled. “Oh, god. I can’t wait for the next video series to be released. We furred them up. They reported even on the coldest day, they didn’t feel it. Well, most of them didn’t.”

“Series? You made a...”

“Series, five episodes in total for the first one. The first episode details their training, the next four, highlights. One episode for each day of the race.”

He rushed back to the display and started looking more closely at the kit.

“How much?”

“For the dog, sir? Or the series?”

“Oh god, I’d love to try that… Can I?”

“Of course, sir. The suit does come in two parts and I warn you now, once you’re in, it seriously limits your communication.”

“What? Why?”

“The dogs aren’t just in those outer dog suits, sir. Their inner ones are restrictive in a different way. They’re tubed up, sir. Utterly silenced. No speech. Not even a whimper or a grunt, sir. When they’re in those suits, they talk with their hands, sir. But in a dog, even the hands are unavailable.”

“Damn. I can’t even afford the most basic stuff on that display! How the hell can all those”

“There are two routes to entry into the race, sir. One is to purchase the deluxe dog kit and payment for entry. Everything is required to take part in the race.”

“And the other?”

“The other… A little on the extreme side, sir. My master has been recruiting for several years.”

“Recruiting? Employees? For the store?”

“No, sir. Slaves. If you were to submit to my master, you would find yourself in a dog suit very quickly. Trained to walk, then run, then use your senses. You’d be in a race within a month, sir. It is a high price to pay just to take part though.”

“Slavery? For how long? I could handle a month or so of that once in a while.”

”Trust me, sir. When you submit to my master, you don’t just submit for a few weeks. Life, sir. He takes his role as a master very seriously. If you submit to him, you give yourself to him totally and irrevocably. Beta.”

Beta, who had been out back when this one came in, rejoined the sarge. He tapped away. “Yes, sir?”

“This is the inner suit, sir.” The sarge nodded towards Beta. “This, combined with the dog…”

“God that looks good!” He scratched himself in that way so many did, the way that indicated his cock was fighing against his underwear. “And I could try it?”

“Of course, sir. If you’d like to step this way. Beta, the store is yours.” He led the man to the back. “I should warn you, sir. As I said, very limited communication when in the dog. State your duration now, sir. You will remain in the dog suit until that time has elapsed.”

“What limits are there?”

“Preferably an hour before the store closes. Unless of course you wish to remain that way until Monday. Don’t worry, in that case, you wouldn’t be here alone. Someone’s always here. If you chose later on Monday you may even get a couple of playmates. Other mandogs and they were in the race last week.”

There was an almost audible gulp. “Days? I don’t think I could handle that long, what if I needed a shit?”

“Yes. Good point. For the others who’ve already raced, they’re already fully kitted out, sir. The one thing we can’t fit you with unless you choose to give yourself up is a tail. It isn’t just a tail, sir. It’s part of a very elaborate plug, sir.”

“Butt plug?”

“Yes, sir. A very large one that can take some time to accustom yourself to. I hear it can be quite painful for a few days, sir. Unless you’re used to shoving huge things up there.”

“Five hours. Could I indicate a wish to remain in it until the end of the day once I’m in it?”

“Of course. I’ll ask you when your time is up. If you nod to me twice, I’ll understand, sir. Now if you’d like to sit here, I’ll collect the suits and tubing.”

“Thanks.”

What followed was more of the usual. Exclamations of amazement at the feel of the suit, at how you got into it and then a few grunts and silence.

The sarge emerged from the back room with a dog, stumbling, falling over, seriously having trouble getting about. He looked almost as bad as me when I posed as an incompetent dog.

He left the dog to gain its paws and returned to the counter.

“I think I’ll call you… Snapper, because you can’t.”

The dog looked up at him and for want of something better to do, cocked his head in that quizzical way.

“You can’t gain the full benefit of the suit without the plug. It provides power, you can open and close the jaws and wag your tail with the plug in place.”

The dog nodded and began learning how to walk.

More customers and then, a man with a leash. On the end of that leash, a suit.

“Ah, hello, sir. I take it this is one of the race entrants?”

“Yes. It’s time he regained his humanity.”

“Have you brought his clothing, sir. It’ll be terribly cold out there, even in that suit. It’ll be even worse naked.”

“Hah, good point. The bag’s in the trunk. I’ll go and get it.”

Snapper stumbled over to look at this suited figure, another cock of the head.

The figure gestured. “Another… Why doesn’t that dog have a tail, sir?”

Sarge gestured back. “Oh, that’s just a customer. He asked, we allowed him to try. Hence, no tail. Which dog were you in the race?”

Its shoulders shook. “Sorry, sir. Fang, sir. Is that...” It pointed at me.

“Yes, that’s Tyson, or eleven if you prefer. Thor and Muttley are here too. Muttley’s the one in that bondage suit over there.”

“So, he did it? He really did it?”

“Totally gave itself over to Master Q. It’ll be back in the dog for a month starting Monday.”

“Oh god, a month like that.”

“It did come in last place among the outsiders. It was the punishment for such a poor performance it requested.”

Fang’s cock sprang to attention. It looked down and doubled over in laughter. “I’ll say this… I envy him.”

The master returned to find them twiddling at each other.

“What are you saying to each other, there?”

“Ah, sorry, sir.” The sarge smirked. “Just a little chit chat while we were awaiting your return, sir. About the race. I was the official at the finish line after all.”

“Yes, I saw you during the first one. And at central park with those two dogs.”

It was only then I recognised him. He was the master, the one with the boy on the leash who’d begged to be allowed to be put into one.

“Yes, those two were the hunters in the first race, sir. You may be shocked when you receive your files this time. A couple ran into difficulties. I won’t spoil it but it certainly added to the drama.”

The master nodded. “Go with him, boy.”

As sarge took the blank into the back, the master turned to Beta. He said something but, out of earshot of the sarge’s mic, I couldn’t tell what. He did have a mic of his own, though.

Beta looked around in confusion. “I’m sorry, sir. One of the benefits of this suit is a severe restriction on what can be heard, sir. You have a microphone but it seems not to be tuned to my ears, sir.”

The master looked at him in alarm, reached into his pocket and fiddled with something. Then I could hear him.

“God! So it’s true? I did test it on the boy but… So, only your superiors?”

“Or anyone within range of a microphone, sir, yes. What was it you said, sir?”

“Were you also in the race?”

“Yes, sir. Keep an eye out for a Husky, sir. If the videos show details, my name as a dog was Zeus, sir.”

“How did you do?”

“Middling, sir. Nothing spectacular. Fang did a hell of a lot better than me, sir. I believe the sarge has something for you when they return. It was a very tough race but an amazing experience.”

“It did look, as you said, amazing when I saw the first lot.” he looked side to side, glanced down at the dog, “Can that thing be trusted?”

“It’s not linked to the store, sir, just a customer and it is currently incapable of speech, so it won’t be able to say anything to your slave, if that was a concern.”

“Good. I’m tempted, I’ll tell you that.”

“Tempted to enter yourself, sir?”

“Oh Jesus, yes! Why should slaves have all the fun?”

“I should warn you, sir. Once you’re in the training complex, you are a slave for the duration. You obey, you follow your orders and you learn to be a good dog. That training is gruelling, even for those used to regular exercise, sir.”

“I’ll be back to try a suit, just as he is” He nodded at Snapper “later in the week. The boy will resume his domestic duties and will not be accompanying me. How would I go about it if I choose to take part and enter the boy again as well?”

“Ah, so you’d be unable to apply the suits to both of you… Come to the store, sir. We could fit you out and ship you to the pick up point. I would advise you to begin using the training plugs in such a situation, sir.”

“And if I wished to enter without the boy’s knowledge?”

“I’ll have to speak to my master, sir. I’m sure something could be arranged. Perhaps an earlier pickup so you could drop Fang off and then report to the store, sir. We’ll have to discuss it, sir.”

“And there’s no way he’d know I was competing against him?”

“None, sir. None of the dogs are recognisable without their collars, sir.”

The master began to smirk, to giggle. “Oh god, this is going to be good. I’ll do it. I’ll need two entry forms.”

Beta went behind the counter and collected a couple. “You understand that you also need to be fully kitted out, sir.”

“Don’t worry, I can afford it. I’ll have to be careful he doesn’t see me with my suits though.”

“If it can be arranged, sir, your suits could remain here. Only fit you out when you are here. Another warning however.”

“Yes?”

“The tubing can take some getting used to, sir, as can the plug.”

“Yes. I know. It took the lad a few days before the race to stop attempting to throw up. Amusing to watch from the outside. Not so much from in the suit, I imagine. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.”

Beta returned from behind the counter and handed over the forms.

“Thanks. How long have you been in that thing?”

“Me? Oh, during the first race, I was human, sir. Here to fill in while Alpha, the man who now runs the store had a couple of months in a suit himself. He’s currently busy, so the sarge is helping out. He genuinely is an ex-army physical training instructor who held the rank of sergeant and you’ll get to know him quite well. He’s the one who’ll be training you as a dog. As for how long I’m going to be in it… Two years, sir.”

“They said the suit could be worn indefinitely. Two?”

“At least, sir. If at the end I decide I never want out, it will be removed and replaced, sir. With a permanent one.”

“Life? In that?”

“Trust me, sir. There’s nothing like it.”

“Yes, I granted him access to my laptop when I got him out of the dog last night. He asked permission to spend a few months at a time in it. I may grant that on occasion too. It’s not that common, is it? Permanence?”

“Six of the slaves in the race were outsiders, every other slave apart from me this time was in one of the permanent ones. None of them would have it any other way, sir. More than one of those outsiders entered himself into the race and one has already exchanged his suit for a perm one.”

“Exchanged? You mean”

“He gave himself to Master Q, sir, yes. Sank to his knees and begged for it the moment Q began reading out the race results.”

The master nodded.

It was another… I don’t know how long before the boy emerged, naked onto the shop floor followed by the sarge. He carried the two halves of his suit in one hand and a bag containing other parts of it, tubing and plug in the other.

“Ah, that took a while. How is it, boy?”

“Jesus Christ, sir. I love it.”

Sarge grinned. “You should be proud of him, sir. Master Q had two sets of results. Six ran as independents, the rest as Q’s own property and he deemed it unfair that outsiders would compete directly against his own.”

“Really? So… What does that mean?”

“He came ninth, second place among the outsiders, sir. That wasn’t enough to gain a prize placement overall but it has won you a considerable amount from the prize pot.”

The sarge returned to the counter. “Ah, here it is. I know checks aren’t exactly fashionable anymore, but master Q considered it a good method of prize giving. Here you are, sir.”

I couldn’t see the counter but I could see the master reach out and when his hand returned to my field of vision he held an envelope. He opened it, pulled out the check. “One and a half grand? Jesus, Fang! You earned me a profit!”

The master swept Fang into a tight embrace and kissed him passionately. The boy’s knees buckled as he melted into his master’s arms.

The moment the master released him, Fang sank to his knees. “Sir, I was taught a new slave gesture when in the suit.” Hands behind his back, he leaned forward and touched his forehead to the floor. “It means thank you, sir.”

The master grinned. “I approve. That’s a wonderful way to thank me! Consider it the standard from now on.”

“Yes, sir.” Fang thanked him a second time.

“Now stand up and get dressed. As a reward, I’ll allow you to fuck me when we get home.”

Another thank you, the slave stood, dressed and the moment he was, they walked towards the exit.

The master looked back at Beta, winked, and they were gone.