2018-11-15 - spike - The New Shop 86

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 86
Date: 15 November 2018

Chapter 86
Monday dawned and again, wheeled to the dungeon.

This, I was curious about. Well, part of it at least. There were a few to be secured that day. The doctor for his day of being spit roasted, or rather, his second day of it. Bartholomew for his day of being fisted. I didn’t care about those but I did want to see Sebastian put into the urinal, mainly just to see how it worked. I also knew where I’d be taking a piss for the rest of the day.

His nipple clamps were already on when I got there.

The urinal unlatched and swung open on hinges to reveal a recess in the floor and a pipe that extended from the drain to a hole in the back. Q twisted the pipe at the drain and with a snap, it came free. He did the same at the other end and tossed it to the floor.

Sebastian knelt in the perfectly shaped indents, even his feet went into slots. Four ran over to the edge, collected something and returned holding a mask. Rubber. Thick rubber with a built in tube gag, the outside part of which appeared to have a strange attachment mechanism.

He pushed Sebastian forward the moment it was tightly secured around his head and snapped it to the drain. Sebastian’s hands wormed their way into the porcelain sleeves of the contraption and I could see that when closed, the imprisoned slave would be almost as immobilised as we were in our suits.

The urinal swung shut, there was a snap of the latch and Q locked it with a padlock. No-one was getting free of that for the rest of the day. Now, all that was visible was the external porcelain slave holding up the urinal bowl. If the padlock wasn’t in place it would’ve been impossible to tell if anyone or anything was in there by sight alone.

Q grinned. “Anyone out of chastity, yours to use. I’ll christen him.”

“Err… Sir?” I pointed at his chastity. “I thought you’d need out.”

“Oh there are ways around that, Adam.” He looked around. “Nine. Get a glass.”

A minute later, Q had dropped his leather jeans and filled the glass from the piss hole at the bottom of the belt. He poured the contents and began to fill the bowl.

I looked down at it. “Sir?”

Q glanced over his shoulder. “Yes?”

“Is it blocked?”

“Only by his tongue. In that thing, he can’t breathe through his nose. He has no choice but to drink eventually. Now with the bowl half full, he’ll have to… Ah, there it goes.”

As I watched, the liquid began to subside. It wasn’t steady. The level reduced in fits and starts, clearly indicating he was chugging it. A few seconds later and it was gone and the hiss of breath could be heard from the drain.

I nodded with a grin. “And if one of us is put in, we don’t even have the option of plugging it with our tongue. I take it there’s a nose tube attachment in our case, sir?”

“There is, yes. Human slaves don’t benefit from that. The rubber hood has only a mouth hole.”

“What if he decides to take a piss of his own?”

“He’s above a drain of his own. I pondered putting a loop in so his piss could be fed back through but the doctor advised against it. As his piss became more concentrated it’d only lead to trouble. Good way of getting kidney stones, drinking recycled piss for too long. Don’t worry, the system’s plumbed in. He’ll get a blast of clean water every couple of hours as well as piss.”

I chuckled. “Just have to remind your cleaning slaves not to drop a urinal cake into it.”

“Oh god, that would be a nasty way to die. Clubs have tried the urinal model themselves in the past but…” he sighed. “That has happened. It didn’t kill the man inside but it left him in hospital for a week. They forgot to inform their cleaners.”

“Ah, shit! How long was he in there before they realised, sir?”

“Couple of hours. One blast of urinal cake bleach. It was diluted by the water but it certainly didn’t do him any good. They decommissioned the urinal after that happened. Ripped it out. Their own fault for placing it in with the normal ones. Such things should be dungeon furniture, not public loo no matter how horny it might sound.”

“Oh god. That’s nasty.”

“I think it’s time you went for your swim. Your scans can resume tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.”
* * *
I spent most of that day at the pool, either sitting by the side or really pushing myself swimming.

The next day, I did pay attention in the dungeon. I wanted to see what Q was going to do to Jonathan. I chuckled as Q entered. There was something unusual about his gait. Another day of being fucked and also fisted had obviously increased the pain downstairs and the spray must’ve worn off, even if he’d had another couple of doses.

“Are you OK, sir?”

“I’ll be fine. I admit, when I created those crackers I wasn’t expecting Boxing Day to be quite as full on as it was. If I’d known I would’ve postponed the other activities for a week, saved them for the New Year.”

I nodded and sat back as he strung Jonathan up to a cross and shoved a huge dildo up his ass. First on the agenda, whip. Thirty lashes, by the end of which, his back was a criss-cross of nasty welts. After that, he released him, led him to the middle of the dungeon below a winch, attached his wrists together and ordered him to kneel before activating it, pulling his arms straight up until his knees were half bent.

Next, he attached his balls to the floor with another elasticated rope. A little predicament torture. Stand up straighter to relieve the stress on the arms but increase it on the balls or vice versa.

He tapped his slave on the cheek. “Enjoy… You’re like that for the rest of the day.”

Jonathan gulped. “Day, sir? Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Yes. I admit, the scene I had planned for the torture session was going to be much more varied, but, after yesterday and Boxing Day… Quite frankly, I’m knackered.”

Q pulled across a bench and sat beside me to watch the fun.

“How are you, now?”

“Frustrated, sir. The longer I’m in this chair… God, I sympathise with people in these things permanently. I really hope… Has the amputee appeared at the store yet?”

“He has. He’s been put in the scanner and his measurements taken. The dog suit’s on its way there now. He’s been instructed to appear on the second. Once New Year ’s Day’s over and done with we can begin.”

“I didn’t realise just how bad it could be, stuck in a wheelchair, sir. All the fun going on around me and all I can do is watch, or in the case of all the fuck bench action, find something else to do. God I want into a suit again.”

“It won’t be long, now. Another week or so.”

I sighed. “Yes, sir. The thought of actually being able to walk again. Being able to take part. Maybe even spend time as a statue. I want to be a slave again, sir. I need to now. God, I can’t believe I need it now.”

He looked into my eyes with genuine affection. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a turnaround in someone before. Even Four… He at least began as a sub, but you…”

“I know, sir. I surprised myself, too. I wonder if the suit’ll be even more comfortable this time.”

“Why? Was there something you found uncomfortable after you’d adjusted?”

“No, sir. This time I know what everything means, though. When that gag enters my mouth I know what to do. Worm my tongue as deep into that gag as it’ll go, sir. Total rubber enclosure that’ll never end. Hope it’ll never end this time anyway.”

“Unless your injuries do lead to complications in the years to come, it never will. I guarantee it. Even if the suit does need to be removed, the gag and tubing remain. Those, this time will be permanent. You’ll never be offered freedom again.”

I grinned. “Thank you, sir. Oh god.” I pointed at my cock. “It agrees, sir.”

He chuckled and leaned in, another kiss and this time I held my tongue in check, preventing it from sparring. This time, I submitted immediately and melted into his embrace all the quicker.

I’ve got no idea how long it lasted, I almost felt myself melt into him, become a part of him as it continued. When his lips finally parted from mine, I took a deep breath.

“Thir, I hope thethe are the latht wordth…” I gulped and concentrated. Concentrated on my sibilants. “Ththth… Ssss… Sir… I hope thethe… these are the last words that pass my lips, sir. I love you, sir.”

He stared at me. A wave of emotions crossed his face. Shock, first of all. I wasn’t sure what some of the other ones were but they ended with one of pure joy. His smile. Oh god.

“Thank you, Adam.”

I tapped on my armband. “Please, sir. No more Adam. I’m not Adam, I’m Eleven. That’s all I ever want to be now, sir.”

“Very well. And if I choose a new name for you?”

“I’m yours, sir. You can name me anything you wish, but you knew that anyway, sir. It’s the fact it was given by you, the name doesn’t matter, sir.” I wondered what he meant by that, though. Maybe he’d decided I’d be the new number one? That, I definitely… That would truly be an honor.