2019-08-11 - spike - The New Shop 127

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 127
Date: 11 August 2019

Chapter 127
We’d fed Moonbeam some painkillers, got him out of his dog, into the scanner and it’d spend two hours in there.

I sat beside it on the sofa as Q appeared on the screen.

“How are you feeling now, Blank?”

Blank sighed and twiddled. “The pain’s gone, sir.”

“Good. I have your prognosis. You suffered some muscle strain and minor nerve damage but both those injuries have been repaired. You may have noticed something else too. Your eyesight. We’ve improved that too.”

I chuckled. “Well, there goes my advantage in the races. Two dogs now with perfect eyesight?”

Blank looked at me. “Please. Don’t make me be Moonbeam again.”

Ah shit. It was my turn to sigh. “Blank, you loved being Moonbeam. Until today you wanted to be a pet. Just a dog! Don’t let one bad experience ruin the rest of your life.”

“But sir, it was agony. I couldn’t handle that again! Why did it have to hurt so much?”

Q’s shoulders slumped. “Blank, pain might have a slight purpose as an incentive not to get caught during the races but it isn’t the main one. The stimulation causes the sphincter to tighten. The harder the pull, the tighter the grip. It prevents the plug from being pulled out.”

I tapped away on my armband. “Blank does have a point though, sir. When the dog’s frozen, doesn’t the suit hold the plug in place far more securely than the sphincter ever could?”

“I…” Q considered for a moment and nodded. “That is actually a fucking good point. I’ll get my technicians onto it. We never anticipated the tail being pulled with such force or for so long. A slight addition to the program that controls the core. If frozen, set pain to zero. If pull triggers freeze, set pain for five seconds. Could we convince you to be Moonbeam for the event tonight if we did that, Blank? I won’t force you after what you’ve been through.”

“I don’t know, sir. I don’t want”

I gripped its hands and stared into its goggles. “Blank, everyone’s heard the old saying about falling off a bike. Get right back on there. Or in your case, right back into the dog. The longer you wait, the more fearful and reluctant you’ll become. How about this… Instead of one of the sealed suits that forces you to remain a dog until we get back here, we put you into a zipped one? You can be a dog for a while and we can let you out in the club to enjoy the rest of your time on two feet? How about that? And remember. Master has given us permission to drink a little.”

Blank sagged into the sofa but nodded. “Alright, sir. I’ll agree to that. I was looking forward to the club tonight.” It looked at me. Then at Q. “Are you still determined to take unwilling ones tonight, sir?”

Q smiled. “Yes. If nothing else, it adds a little spice, a little more of a challenge to training. I have taken slaves against their will several times before and the ones I took often turned out to be the best slaves I’ve ever owned. Number four was one of them. Artemis was another. And you know how well they turned out in the end.”

It nodded. “I’ve got an idea, sir. Put two more dogs into the zip suits.”

“Two? Why?”

“Artemis told us you intended to take three, sir. If they take our dogs, you’ll leave with the same number of dogs as you arrived with.”

Q beamed down at us. “For that idea, Blank, I’ll add six hours of pleasure to your account. And a week free from duties. An excellent idea.”

It sat bolt upright. “I… Does that means I can take a full day? Like Artemis described, sir?”

“I don’t think you’ve accumulated quite so much yet, Blank. That is another reason to become a dog, though. If that’s what you want to experience, it’ll be a lot quicker if you earn more prizes in the next race. Without it, you could be without pleasure for months until you’ve hit the full twenty-four.” He turned slightly so he was facing me. “Summon Rocky and Comet. They’re both doing well. Rocky isn’t quite ready to join us yet, but Comet is doing a very good job in helping it to sign. They deserve a reward.“

“Yes, sir. So, you’ve been following their progress?”

“I’ve given those two some attention yes, considering I too am dyslexic.”

“Yes, sir.”

”In fact… Get Muttley, Fang and Laddie too. We might as well dog up the three temps we may end up taking too. Inform Eleven and Twenty-one they will be blanked for the night.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, and Artemis. I’ve had word from Captain Harris. He called the store an hour ago. Expect five police officers to arrive at nine tomorrow morning. Kowalski, his partner Donnelly, Moonbeam’s tormentors, Beck and Polson and a somewhat surprise addition.”

“Surprise, sir?”

“Yes, apparently, the fifth had been following the races at the club and volunteered. Seems he might be a bit on the perverted side to begin with. One Lieutenant Yarrow. I will permit Moonbeam to pull the tails of his, but Moonbeam…”

Blank looked up at the screen. “Yes, sir?”

“Not too hard. Understood?”

It nodded. “Yes. Sir.”

“Good. I think I’ll grant them the courtesy of retaining their identities. They may appear blank for the first day or two after their period of immobility ends, but I’ll send some vests with their names on. Expect them by end-of-week. Q. Out.”
* * *
We’d lost a lot of time. Hours in the station, even more back home so our plans for the day were shot. No more play in the park, we’d only managed about a half hour of that. No walking the other clubs promoting the event, so, we loaded up all the equipment we needed and made our way to the club.

It was an hour before it opened when we got there and parked at the rear. We walked around to the front and the moment I knocked on the door, Luke answered and ushered us in.

“I thought all the blanks would’ve been in dogs.”

I chuckled and tapped. “Oh, I’m no blank, Luke.”

“Eleven?! But…” He glanced at the back of my head. “He’s blanked you? Cos of the cops?”

“You don’t know? You’ve missed quite a bit. I’m Artemis now, but yes, he blanked me, in markings only. No loss of status this time.”

He sighed and hugged me. “It’s good to have you back, at least. I knew you were when I saw Tyson in the preview. Come in, I’ll show you around before we start.”

He led us through to the main bar, pointing at things as we went.

“Bag check. I imagine you’ll be using that a few times tonight.” he smirked. “Q’s given me my orders, I know what’s going to happen.”

I nodded. “No problem, I hope?”

“I know what a slave is, El… Artemis. I follow orders without question. Actually finding it a little exciting. Never kidnapped anyone before. Don’t worry about the bag check though. As Alpha’s got that leather hood on, he could probably pose as just about anyone and so many people will be using it tonight…”

“Any regulars they might be familiar enough with to cause problems?”

“A few, but pointing at his mouth to indicate he’s gagged should be enough to get around the recognition problem. I doubt any of them are familiar enough with handwriting to spot a fraud, if he does need to tell them anything. One thing though...”

Alpha glanced over. “What?”

“I’ve got a collar you can attach to the hood… And a padlock. Got a couple of other hoods too so you can look different each time. Make sure they’re all locked on so you have an excuse not to remove it.”

“Good idea!”

“Come through to the back, I’ll show you the rest.”

I tapped “Dogs. Stay.” and followed.

“When the club starts getting busy...” he opened a door to a large open space with a few soft areas, a few bits of bondage furniture. “The lights dim to almost total darkness in here but over at the side there, we’ve got a few cubicles with independent lighting for more private play. I’ve reserved yours. Cubicle three. It has a bit of bondage stuff in there along with whips and paddles but the reason I’ve given you that one is because it’s got a chair. Not as good as the one at the store but it’ll keep them secure enough for the tubing. Oh, and word from Q about that. Unless you get a very quick definitely take, use temp sealant on everything but the goggles and don’t fill the gag or bulbs. You can do all that later back home. If you want to move all your equipment in here, it’ll save a lot of back and forth to the van.”

“Thanks, Luke. That will save a lot of trouble. If we do need to go to the van or take a dog for a walk though, is there a rear entrance?”

He nodded, left the dark room and continued down to a door at the end. “The code’s 5621 for both in and out. Fire doors at the end to the rear parking lot.”

“And there’s no UV in the darkroom?”

“Normally, but I’ve… engineered a fault. They won’t find out until it’s too late. Just a blown fuse but the place’ll be too busy for them to fix it before tomorrow.”

“So what’s the timetable for tonight?”

“For you or the club?”

“Club. We know what we’re doing.”

“Doors open at ten. There’ll be a rush until about midnight. People will drift in much less frequently after that. The race videos start at eleven but before that, we’ll introduce you as our guests of honor. A fifteen minute interlude between each episode for a bit of music, dog play and dancing. Last video should end around one thirty. Then, the dogs do their thing properly. After they’re done, dance the night away. Last orders at three, everyone out at four. You leave once the area outside’s clear at four thirty.”

“So, start the suits at… around about eleven then. When everyone’s distracted.”

“Sounds like a plan. Never know, you might get volunteers before then though.”

“True. Play it by ear.”

”Remember, anyone hands you a card, they were sent by me. Temp. They might’ve told someone. Them, you can do the bulbs and gag along with everything else. They know what they’re getting into.”

“And all their background checks”

“Are clear, yeah. No card, they need a background check. And you can kidnap them to your heart’s content. If it clears of course. I’ve got my phone, I’ll photo and send anything you hand to me. Oh, and I’m running the app Q sorted out so you could speak while in police custody. You’ll be able to talk to him tonight too.”
* * *
Luke hadn’t been kidding when he said there’d be a rush in the first hour. Within half that time, there were a lot in there.

The dogs of course got a lot of attention and they played for the crowd, fetching balls, rolling over awaiting a tummy tickle, mock fighting each other.

Meanwhile, one of the men who’d just entered paid quite a bit of attention to me. He wore a rubber kilt and singlet and walked around me, staring.

“That… is the hottest outfit I think I’ve ever seen!”

“Can’t disagree with that, sir.” I tapped. “It’s the hottest outfit you’d ever feel too.”

“Why are you… Oh fuck! You’re gagged under there?”

“Much more than gagged, sir. Utterly silenced.” I pointed at my throat.

His eyes widened. “Oh Jesus Christ, man! What’s it like?”

“You can try it yourself. You could try being a dog too, we have the equipment to give a few people samples if you’d like.”

“Would I? Fuck! Please, it sounds awesome!”

“I have to ask you… Do you need to ask anyone for permission to play?”

“Permission?”

“Do you have an owner? A master or dominant who commands you?”

“It’s OK. He said I could play when I came here tonight.”

“He’s not here himself? He could do the same.”

The boy sighed and shook his head. “He had work. He was kicking himself not being able to come. He’s seen a few races and really wanted to see the next lot along with everyone else.”

“Follow me. I’ll get you kitted up.” I began walking towards the dark room and our cubicle. “Is he considering it?”

“Considering what?”

“Entering you? For the dog races?”

“Entering me? You can… Oh my god, you can do that?”

“When you see the next season tonight, you’ll see just how many dogs there were. Some of them were even masters who entered themselves.”

“How do I find out more?”

“Speak to Luke. He should have a stack of flyers about what’s required.” I held the door open and ushered him inside. “I should warn you, it is expensive.”

“Shit! How expensive?”

“You require the full dog suit, deluxe package. That includes most of what we’ll put you in tonight. I’ll walk you around the parking lot on a leash for a while so you can get a feel for it. It takes a lot of practice. I know the entry itself costs a thousand, but that does include several weeks of training at a facility you’ve probably never even dreamed could exist.” I closed the door. “Now. Strip. Completely. Everything off. Everything out too if you have any piercings.”

He did so immediately and it didn’t take long.

As he was doing that, I began doing my thing too. Preparing. Laying out everything that needed to go on and in him. The moment he was naked, I handed him the suit.

“Oh Christ! It’s so light! And… What the hell, it feels a little like rubber but…”

I chuckled. “That’s not the most amazing thing about it. How do you get in?”

He turned it around in his hands, studying it for a couple of minutes. If his eyes had been wide before, they were almost out on stalks by the time he’d finished.

“There… It seems…”

“In through the mouth, sir. Take a seat.”

His grin grew wider as he pulled it on. As he eased it up his chest he began to giggle with pleasure.

Finally, arms in, hood up, I pointed him at the mirror so he could study himself.

“I’ve never felt anything like it! And you say this is included in the dog package?”

“The suit. No. But it is included in the race entry package. The dog itself is made from similar material though. Now, take a seat again, and this time… I’ll secure you. The next part can be rather… Alarming, so you need to be kept still.”

He sat and put his arms and legs in their correct positions without prompting. “I love a good bondage sesh!”

The moment he was secure, I first of all, tapped a couple of earplugs in place and activated noise cancellation mode. “Now the only voice you hear will be mine. Those things are so good, you won’t even hear the music out there when it’s at full volume.”

“God, that sounds weird. Why?”

“Slaves only hearing their master’s voice? No distractions and as they’re radio powered, I could talk to you from two blocks away.”

“And you have them too?”

“Of course! Now, you neglected one part of the suit.” I reached down and manipulated his cock and balls into their place along with the cock tube.

“Oh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Oh my gggggggggnnnnnthatfeelsgood!”

“The suits are designed for long term wear, sir. Very long term in some of our cases. You do need to be able to piss.”

“I’d be nodding now if I could.”

“I thought you might. Now, open wide.”

Everything I did to him, he took not only willingly, but eagerly. Damn, it’s a shame it wasn’t a keeper.

With the tubing in place and the goggles, mouth and nose tubes sealed, I unbuckled the restraints.

“Now, you need to bend over. Forehead on the seat of the chair.”

He gave a thumbs up as I squirted the painkiller up his ass and thrust the plug home. A twist, another application of the temporary sealant and he was done.

“You can admire yourself again in the mirror again before I put you into the dog.”

He made a question mark and pointed at me.

“What?”

He froze. Obviously at a loss on how to say something.

“If you do enter the races, it’s something you need to get used to. You’ll be suited for the full duration of your training. You’ll be nothing, for weeks, but a voiceless, faceless rubber object, just as you are now.”

He looked at the ceiling as if trying to find a way to air his thoughts.

“You’re mute. You can’t speak and can’t express yourself. We have ways, of course, but it’s not worth the effort trying to teach you when you’ll be free to ask all your questions when you’re out again. So don’t try.” I held up a pre-furred dog suit. We’d taken a few spares for the temporary ones. “On your hands and knees.”

As usual, few minutes of struggle followed, the suits were zipped, the core replaced by the tail and a new dog was born.

“I won’t give you a name. If your master chooses to enter you, that’s his responsibility. Now, look in the mirror. Front left, rear right, front right, rear left. Just so you can walk.”

He took a couple of faltering steps and studied himself. His tail began to wag.

“Good. I see you like how you look. Black Labrador suites you.”

He nodded.

“Now, watch your tail. The suit you’re in is permanent. You’ll never see your master again.”

The tail shot up and sank between his legs.

“Don’t worry. I did that just to get you to react. You’ll be out in half an hour, but look at your tail. It responds to how you feel. Wagging like that means we know you’re happy. Now, open your jaw.”

The dog’s jaw opened, snapped shut, the tail shot up and started wagging again.

“Good. Now walk around the room while I get your collar and leash.”

The moment they were on, I tapped heal on the dog trainer band and led him out through the back to the parking lot. By the first time around it was clear he was getting the hang of walking.

I picked up a stone and tossed it. “Fetch.”

We’d only been playing that for a few minutes when Alpha’s voice sounded in my ears. “Artemis. It’s time for the introductions. Get to the main stage in five minutes.”

“Yes, sir. I have a dog, but he’ll just have to wait a few minutes in the cubicle. No time to get him out.” and on the dog band. “Heal, boy.”

Back inside, back to the cubicle, I unhooked the leash. “Sit, boy. Stay. I just have to do something.”

Back in the main dance hall, Luke pointed at the stage area at the far end and I jogged over as the loudspeaker system sprang to life.

“Ladies and gentlemen, doms and subs, masters, mistresses and slaves. For the past two nights you have been witness to the most epic new sporting event ever devised by the fetish community. It’s my great pleasure to present to you now, our guests of honour for the night.”

The crowd grew silent and turned towards the stage.

“Slasher. Bandit, Duke, Fry, Baron and Diablo!”

As each name was called, the dog clambered up the steps and sat, facing the crowd, wagging.

There was a murmur from the crowd which spread and quickly became a chant.

“Ty-son! Ty-son!”

I chuckled. But the voice was ahead of them.

“Silence!”

The crowd shut up.

“You didn’t give me a chance to finish. Today’s dog handler is Tyson. Please, step up onto the stage.”

As I did so, the voice continued. “Obviously, dogs can’t answer questions, but if you have any questions for Tyson, he’ll be by the bar for the next thirty minutes to answer them or sign autographs.”

Autographs? I was seriously that popular? But the crowd cheered, so, maybe I was.

Te announcer continued. “In the meantime, to whet your appetite for what’s to come, the season three trailer.”

I turned as the wall behind me lit up and it began to play.

I’d not seen it myself yet, so…

It began as the others had. The crashing letters, the booming movie trailer voice.

“MORE DOGS!”
“MORE HUNTERS!”
“MORE START POINTS, ONE DESTINATION!”

A map appeared. On it, a long chain of dots which brightened and flashed as a dog photo appeared beside it. The chain formed a wide arc, probably about half a mile apart. Good god, that must mean the chain of start points itself was over thirty miles long. No wonder I’d had to wait so long before the go order.

“UNIQUE TERRAIN FOR EACH DOG. UNIQUE CHALLENGES.”

A brief flash of various dogs, skidding down slopes, leaping into mud, running through woods, bolting across shallow streams and rocky outcroppings. A brief flash of a dog surrounded by real coyotes. They sprang to attack and the screen blanked, again, the rising music and COMING SOON crashed onto the screen.

I nodded, hopped off the stage and headed to the bar, tapping on my armband as I went. “Alpha, sir. There’s a dog in the cubicle. Unfortunately it’s not a keeper, sir. It needs to be released. Looks like I’m going to be busy for the next hour or so.”

“Why isn’t it a keeper?”

“He has a master, sir.”

“Understood, consider it done.”

The moment I got to the bar, I was surrounded. Most just wanted the autograph but a few had questions. “How did you survive the gunshot? How did the dog in the first race escape the bear, what’s it like? How do you survive out there for four days?” and various others along the same lines.

I answered them all of course and the crowd dispersed a few minutes later when the main event was announced and the first episode began to play.

A minute later, the slave I’d dogged up reappeared. He rushed over to me.

“Thanks for that. That was the most amazing…” he glanced at the screen. “Shit, how much have I missed?”

“Not much. The first episode only just started. They had us on stage, guests of honor. You did miss the trailer though.”

“All of who on stage?”

“The hunters.”

“Those dogs there? They’re all hunters?”

“The wolves are, yes. The other dogs are newer. They’re in the next race.”

“Which one’s Tyson? He’s my favourite.” he chuckled. “Oh god, when he led that Old English sheepdog into the swamp and then saved him… That was epic!”

I pointed at myself. “I’m Tyson, when I’m a dog. Today, I’m dog handler.”

He grabbed my hand and shook it with the widest grin. “And you say anyone can enter? If they can afford it?”

“Anyone physically capable. And that might include people you wouldn’t think were. You’ll see in this episode.” I pointed at the screen. “Baron, there. Notice anything different about him?”

“His legs and arms… They seem… Oh fuck! That happened to him?”

“He’s a vet. Hit an IED in Iraq, lost his lower limbs, but fuck me he’s good. And he doesn’t have these” I twiddled my fingers “to get in the way.”

He shifted uncomfortably. “You said something weird in there, sir. Something about a very long time?”

I chuckled. “Very long time. Yes. This suit is as much a part of me as your arm is. I know it will be a part of me for the rest of my life. What’s more, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Life? In that?”

“Yep. I’m not the only one, either.”

“Fuck me, that’s extreme.”

“There are different types of slave, sir. I admit, I am at the far end of the spectrum. For me, a slave means slave for life, not just the odd play session every other weekend.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck… I doubt I could handle that. I am tempted by the races though. Who did you say I need to talk to?”

I pointed at Luke.

“Thanks. Thanks so much! Amazing. I’ll tell my master what I’ve found out.” He rushed over to Luke, collected a leaflet and ran to the front to get a better view of the screen.

It wasn’t long before I was approached again, this time by a huge hairy man in nothing but chaps and knee length boots dragging a naked boy behind him on a leash. The boy was resisting, trying to turn to see the screen as he was dragged forward.

“How can I help, sir?”

“See boy. That is the correct way to address a master!” He returned his attention to me. “I saw you leave with someone earlier and then lead a dog out back.”

“Yes, sir. We have a few spare dog suits available for people to try out, sir. Are you considering it? Entering him?”

“Yes. Yes, I am. It’ll teach him a lesson. He needs to learn to obey whenever I say. Not when it suits him.”

“Understood, sir. Follow me.”

To say the boy was reluctant is an understatement. He complained about everything apart from the suit itself but the master took a whip from the wall and forced him into the chair.

We strapped him securely in place.

I fitted the suit over his cock and balls. “Open wide.”

“Why? What are you going to do?”

I turned to the master. “It’s not my place, sir, but we’ve found that applying pressure to the testicles is a very good way to make a slave comply.”

The master chuckled. “Good call.” He reached down and gripped. “When you’re ordered to do something, you do it, boy! You do not question your orders! Open wide!”

The boy clamped his mouth shut, but I was ready. The moment he opened it to yelp at what his master was doing, I had the mouth brace in place and cranked it open.

After that, the tubing was easy. Finally released from the chair, the boy knew he was defeated and bent over for the final addition.

With everything securely in place, I pressed the fob, blackening his goggles and turned his ears to full noise cancellation. “Stand to attention and don’t move.”

Surprisingly, he did.

I removed the slave from my send list and tapped away. “Now, sir. If you do enter him into the races, one of the things you receive is a suit similar to that one. In it, you have total control over your slave.”

“Total control? How?”

“He can’t see, hear or even piss without permission. You also have the power to apply shocks through the plug, both as a punishment and as a reward. Oh, and to force compliance you can even cut off his air.”

“Fucking hell! Really?”

“Of course, there are a few disadvantages though.”

“It sounds like just the thing I need for that one. Why, what are they?”

“In a suit like that, which I suppose you could keep him in indefinitely, assuming he hasn’t got a job to go to…”

“He doesn’t. He serves me and me alone. The only time he leaves the house is when grocery shopping.”

“You may need to do that yourself with him in the suit, sir. It also means he’ll never be able to suck you off or lick your boots. You’ll never be able to fuck him either.”

“Ahhh shit. So, it’s not possible to keep it on him?”

“Oh, that’s more than possible. My master has human slaves to fulfil his sexual needs, sir. We’re worker slaves, sir. This suit. Impossible to remove. I’m in it for life and that’s just how I like it, sir.”

“What if he cuts it off?”

I shook my head. “Then you’ll have an excuse to punish him for blunting your property, sir. The suit does more damage to a blade than the other way around.”

“But surely, all he’d need to do is pull off that cover over the mouth?”

“In a fully sealed suit, sir, that’s no longer possible. Pull on his neck, well… Grip the material of the suit anywhere and give it a tug.”

He did and the material stretched with little resistance.

“Now try me, same place.”

He did. Less than an inch.

“Fucking hell! So once he’s in it…”

I shook my head. “The suit comes in two variants, sir. Temporary suits are two halves of a normal suit joined with a seamless rubber band. That can be cut. For me, no. Mine is absolutely permanent, sir. Now, shall we get him into the dog?”

I studied the master with amusement as we completed the dogging process. A look of malicious anticipation was the best I could describe it.

“How did such a slave end up in your possession, sir? He seems more like a sub than a slave from his attitude.”

“He is, but he gave himself to me recently. Said he wanted to take the next step, to be trained to be nothing but a slave. I didn’t realise just how difficult it was to do that.”

“With the extra training we’ll provide and the suit afterwards, you’ll have him leaping to obey, sir. Don’t worry. Even if you don’t choose to keep him in the suit for good, it’s always there as a threat, sir.”

“Yes, yes I see your point.” He chuckled as we led the dog out to the parking lot.

I instructed the dog how to walk first, of course.