2019-07-27 - spike - The New Shop 125

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 125
Date: 27 July 2019

Chapter 125
The moment the lawyer had left the room, I tested the coffee to make sure it wasn’t too hot, lay on the floor, popped off my mouth cap and poured it down.

Mouth cap back on, I’d barely retaken my seat when a cop poked his head around the door..

“You. Follow me, now!”

I shrugged and followed him out of the room. Down a corridor, up some stairs, he opened a door and I stepped inside. I glanced at it as I was passing.

So, chief of police, eh?

Inside, a man behind a desk with a foul expression, the two cops who’d arrested us and the lawyer. Alpha? The dogs? No idea where they were. Maybe they were doing the old keep us apart to make sure our stories match, trick.

At the sight of me, his eyes widened.

“Jeeesus, you weren’t kidding. That looks… Obscene!”

I shook my head.

“You don’t see that as perverted as” he stopped himself and sighed. “But that’s not why you… OK, let’s hear your side of the story.”

I shrugged.

“I told you”

The lawyer butted in. “I did tell you he’s mute. That he’s been asking for those armbands since I gave him a pad and pen.”

The chief’s eyes narrowed. “According to our desk sergeant, they don’t do anything.”

I rolled my eyes and made a writing gesture.

The lawyer nodded and handed me the pad and pen again.

“Give me my arm bands!” I slammed it onto the desk and prodded it.

The chief glared at me. “They… don’t… do… any… thing!”

I prodded it again and folded my arms.

He sighed and pressed a button on his desk. “Mabel, get the armbands from the desk sergeant. Bring them here.”

“Armbands, sir?”

“The ones worn by the flasher. The freak standing in front of me now.”

“Yes, sir.”

I glared at him. Freak? OK, granted. I’d accept that, but flasher?

I stood there for another five minutes, arms folded until a woman entered and placed the armbands on his desk. She stared at me and rushed out of the room.

“Be my guest but it’s clear they were broken during the arrest.”

I nodded, strapped them on and tapped away.

“It’s about fucking time! Do you have any idea how frustrating that was? Arrested for no reason, and what the fuck did you mean, flasher? Freak, I’ll accept. The suit’s weird for those unfamiliar with it but flasher?”

He sat back in his chair in shock. “But I was assured”

“They work for me. Only me. It’s a security feature. Only authorised people can use them. Now answer the question!”

The chief glanced at the two cops. “Kowalski.”

The one who arrested me stepped forward. “Yes, sir.” he took a pad from his shirt pocket and leafed through it. “At zero nine fifty, a woman approached us complaining about two, in her words, disgusting perverts in the park overseeing some even more disgusting dog things, sir.”

I tapped again before he could say more. “So?”

“What do you mean, so? I’ve never seen anyone so offended before!”

“Oh people love to be offended. It gives them something to complain about. I don’t see you chasing after Parker and Stone and they’ve offended more than anyone with South Park. Causing offense is not a crime! If it was, everyone’d be in prison. We live in a free country here! Now… Flasher?”

The cop shook his head and continued. “We approached and witnessed them both waving their genitals at a passing woman while he” he pointed at me “yelled… “want some of this lady?””

“I yelled it, did I? And can you describe my throbbing shaft of manliness?”

He gulped. “What?”

“What colour was it? How long? Girth? Am I cut or uncut? What color was the hair on my balls? Blond? Brown? Black? Pink? What did these imaginary genitals look like?”

Another gulp.

I glanced at the police chief to catch a twitch on the corner of his mouth as he suppressed a smirk. No idea what rank he is.

“Well, Kowalski?”

“I was too far away, sir. I couldn’t tell.”

I chuckled to myself. “Two lies and we’ve only just started.”

Kowalski stared at me. “What do you mean, lies!?”

“Lie number one. I can’t yell. I can increase the volume on this thing but the tone of voice never changes. Calm and collected no matter how loud it is or pissed I am!”

The chief’s smirk returned. “And the second lie?”

“We weren’t waving our genitals at anyone.”

“Well I’m afraid that’s your word against his.”

“No. No it isn’t.” I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my trousers and dropped them, rapping on my chastity. “This is a chastity device. It’s locked on. The only person capable of removing it is my master and he’s not even in the country right now.”

It was the chief’s turn to gulp. “How… How long?”

“This?” I tapped it again. “A year. Same as the suit.”

“A year?” The chief stared some more.

The idiots who arrested us shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

“It must’ve been the other guy, sir!”

Another chuckle from me.

“But you said both of us were.”

“I must’ve been mistaken, the other one definitely was!”

Dig yourself deeper. Every lie… “And if I told you he’s in the same chastity I am?”

Kowalski muttered a fairly audible “Shit!” He looked around as if trapped, took a deep breath and pulled a baggie from his shirt. “What about this, sir?”

He placed it on the desk. A clear evidence bag with a pistol in it.

The chief picked it up, examined it. “And this is what you found on him? What he attempted to pull on you?”

“Yes, sir!”

I looked at the gun he was holding and sighed. “Lie number four. Every lie only undermines their reason for arresting us, you realise that?”

“This is fairly damning evidence.”

“Prove that I’ve handled it. I bet if you dusted it for prints, the only ones you get” I pointed at Kowalski, “are his. Or whoever it was really taken from.” I held up my hands. Twiddled my fingers. “I don’t have fingerprints. Well, the suit doesn’t anyway so I’d love to see you prove I’ve even touched that weapon.”

“So, it’s back to your word against his, is it?”

“And his word is proving less reliable with every lie he’s caught in. OK, why, when I asked him,” I pointed at the lawyer, “did he say that no weapons had been found?”

The lawyer jumped. “God damn. That’s a good one, Artemis.” He riffled through the file he still held and nodded. He handed it to the chief. “As you can see, captain. No weapons were reported. He obviously added his as an afterthought after filing the arrest report.”

The chief read through the file. “No mention of exposure of genitals either. For either of them. Kowalski, I’m going to bust you down to fuckin’”

I held up my hand.

“What?”

“I’m not one for grudges or confrontation… I’ve got a better idea, I just need to consult with my master first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Captain, do you agree it’s better to build bridges than to burn them? To build understanding? Encourage tolerance?”

The chief clasped his hands before him, rested his elbows on the desk and leaned forward. “Yes? Of course. Go on.”

I hit mute. “Sir?”

“Yes, Artemis, I’ve been watching. What did you have in mind?”

“How about we enter a few of the more intolerant cops into a race, sir? We could keep them together. Segregate them from the rest. Only allow them to interact with the other slaves when they’re dogs, so no communication would be possible.”

“Excellent! Artemis, you’ve done it again. They will be permitted to interact with our loyal slaves. The slaves who volunteered, the ones who’ve accepted their new lives. Obviously, none of the ones we take tonight. Tell this captain that there are prizes for taking part. If one of them is placed, I will donate ten thousand dollars to the police benevolent fund. Obviously gift certificates won’t be much good for these so any lesser prizes, one hundred dollars to the fund.”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

The captain began to look a little confused. “What are you doing with that thing? You’ve been tapping for a while but not said anything?”

“I was consulting my master. He agrees with my idea.”

“You can talk to him? But you said he was in another country!”

“He is, but there’s a relay nearby. A man with a cell phone app. It’s simply repeating what I type on this and repeating what he says to me over a radio link. He’s been aware of this problem since before we reached the station. One of our dogs bolted to get help the moment those two got violent.”

“And just… what is this idea?”

“The best way to gain an understanding… You’ve heard the old saying, walk a mile in his moccasins?”

“Yes?”

“It will take the ones who enter out of circulation for a few weeks. They’ll require training.”

“Training to do what?”

“What’s your email address, captain?”

“It’s harris at nypd. Why?”

“Sir, the captain’s email address is harris@nypd. Could you… I think the trailers should be enough, sir.”

Another chuckle from Q. “Consider them sent.”

I looked around the room, on one wall, a large screen TV. I pointed at it.

“Can your computer send to that?”

“Of course.”

I turned to the two ass holes. “I challenge you.”

“What to?”

“A race. More than a race in fact. A hunt. And I’ll be one of the wolves.”

"You want to hunt us?”

“Captain?” I nodded at the screen.

“Just downloaded them, giving them a quick once over…” He looked up in surprise. “Sweet Jesus? That looks amazing. And those… those dog things?”

I nodded. “Most of the ones here are hunters. Could you?” I nodded at the screen again.

He pointed a remote, the screen sprang to life swiftly followed by the first trailer.

“The first race was just a select few. People my master knew. Six dogs, two hunters.” I pointed at the screen as Slasher and I appeared. “I’m Tyson.”

“I thought you said your name was Artemis!”

“When I’m a dog, I’m Tyson. Best time of my life, out there, hunting the other dogs. Had a good time last race too, as a racer rather than a hunter.” The second trailer began. “As you can see. A lot more dogs, many of them entered by their masters. Moonbeam is one of the dogs here.”

“Moonbeam? That seems a bit out of place when you look at those other names.”

I chuckled. “Women.” I shook my head. “He was entered by his Mistress.”

His jaw dropped when the third trailer began. “Fuck me! How many that time?”

“Over sixty dogs and six hunters. It proved so popular, so many reported back to their masters how much fun it was that their masters entered themselves too. Six of those dogs were masters. And that’s what we were doing in the park. Practising for tonight. For an event at one of the fetish clubs. They’ve been showing the full episodes of those races all weekend and tonight, they show season three.”

“And you’re suggesting that we enter some of our…”

“Intolerant ass holes?” I interrupted.

Kowalski yelled “Hey!” and glared at me.

I turned to face him. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Fuckin’ queers! Yes, intolerant ass holes!”

He sagged in defeat and returned his attention to the screen.

“Captain. Everyone gets something out of this. Everyone benefits.”

“How? I’ll be losing manpower. I’ll have to call people in, cancel vacations!”

“And in return, you’ll get a more understanding staff. People friendly to the fetish community rather than disgusted by it. Added to that, we’ll return your men to you a hell of a lot healthier and more physically fit than they were before they joined us. It takes a lot of effort to get fit enough for the races and we have excellent gym facilities. What’s more, time in that gym is mandatory. Every day, no excuses. We’ll make sure they’re pushed and pushed hard. There’s one more thing...”

“Yes?”

“When those outside entrants raced, they raced for a prize. Well, a prize for their masters in most cases. The race has a few prize categories as well as first, second and third place. Longest distance, most exciting evasion of a hunter, managing to avoid being captured. For every prize your men win, he’ll donate one hundred dollars to the police benevolent fund. If any of them come in third or better, he’s promised a ten thousand dollar donation.”

“Ten thousand dollars?”

“Yes. And trust me, my master never breaks a promise.”

“Then I agree. The question is… Do you two? How many more can you handle?”

“How many more can you spare?” I turned to them again. “I will warn you now, the first two days will be painful and very uncomfortable.”

“Painful? Why?”

I pointed at the pad. The captain handed it to me and I flipped to a blank page and wrote. “The reason I can’t speak is because in order to wear a suit like this long term, you need protection. Hygiene is important and some of the chemicals used to keep us healthy can be harmful in ingested. So, we have tubes down our windpipes and into our stomachs. We also have a very large plug up our asses allowing us to be flushed out. They’ll return to you hairless, or with just the beginnings of a buzz cut. It takes about two days for the body to adjust to the additions. Don’t tell them.”

I handed it back to him.

As his eyes danced on the page, he grinned. “Really?”

I nodded.

Kowalski’s partner had been quiet until now, it seemed it was his turn to speak “How painful?”

“Very painful. But the pain and discomfort fade to nothing after a couple of days. Before you refuse, I only agreed not to file a complaint against you if you agree to this. We’ve all been through the same process. Every single one of those dogs went through it and after they’d adjusted many of them didn’t want it to end and said they’d enter themselves into more. That’s why Moonbeam’s with us now. He’s been in two races already and he’s getting ready for his third.”

“And what happens after we’ve… adjusted?”

“Then the fun really begins. First, we’ll put you through your paces in the gym, take your baseline fitness level and every week, we’ll test you to make sure you’re improving. We’ll also put you through your paces in the dungeon.”

Kowalski let out a yelp. “Dungeon!? Now wait a minute, I’m no fag!”

I sighed. “I began my life as a straight master. I had a slave girl. Now I’m a slave but I’m not gay. Moonbeam isn’t gay, he has a mistress! The fetish community isn’t gay. It’s all inclusive. There are slave boys and slave girls. Dominants and dominatrixes, masters and mistresses! What we’ll do in the dungeon is determine what does turn you on sexually. You’ll likely find you have quite a few kinks hidden away of your own! You may even find you want to join the fetish community and have a lot of filthy fun of your own and good god, you’ve got no idea how much fun we have.”

“But”

“Don’t you want to learn about yourself? To find your hidden depths? To find out what you might be missing out on?”

“Captain, please! I can’t!”

I decided on the McFly gambit. “What’s wrong? Chicken? Bok bok bok.”

“No-one calls me a chicken!”

“Your choice. I file a complaint and you get busted down to cadet or whatever your captain intended or you agree and have the most fun you’ve ever had in your life.”

Kowalski slumped even more. “I’m going to hate this. OK! OK! I agree!”

“You’ll hate it only if you force yourself to. Open yourself up to the new. Embrace what you experience. Learn from it and learn to enjoy it. I’ve said this before to other people. It’s possible to live in heaven or hell in exactly the same circumstances, just by resisting. Don’t resist. Open your mind, and you’ll love it. Trust me.”

He sighed. “I suppose that makes sense.”

“If it makes you feel any better, we’ll be doubly thorough in your dungeon evaluations.”

“What do you mean, doubly?”

“Slaves, we evaluate only the taking. The being tied. The being whipped and paddled. We’ll allow you to do the tying, the whipping, everything else too. It’s obvious you enjoy cuffing people. Test to see if you have dominant characteristics as well as submissive ones. You never know, you may even find you’re a master in the making, able to take a slave girl of your own.”

Now that… That raised a smile.