Spikes story

Author: shavemenw
Title: Spike's story
Date: 02 November 2004

<p align="left">Boss had been taking his dog “Spike” walkies for a few years now, they had become a familiar sight in the fetish community in Manchester, Spike frequently sealed into his full rubber suit, hooded, collared and on a leash. Together they had paraded around the narrow streets that comprised the gay village and one particular friday night should have been no different from the others, but Boss had plans. As a renowned Master he had been contacted by some people that had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. Boss led Spike along an unfamiliar quiet road lined with parked cars. Spike walked respectfully behind unaware of what had been arranged. Suddenly Boss stopped beside a plain white transit van. “Sit” he ordered, tugging on the leash pulling Spike down onto his haunches. He tried the back door of the van and it opened for him. Spike cocked his head on one side puzzled, but not surprised, he had seen much stranger things than opening a van door in his time with Boss. Spike felt a tug on his leash and Boss ordered him into the back of the van. “Up” Said Boss, Spike climbed up into the van and Boss climbed in behind. The door closed with the help of unseen hands and Spike heard the jangle of keys locking it. Inside the van a cage sat invitingly open. “In you get” Boss directed. He unclipped Spikes leash and with his heart racing Spike clambered enthusiastically inside the cramped confinement of the steel cage. Boss closed the door behind him and with the padlock that had been left hanging from the catch, secured Spike firmly inside. Spike had already noticed that there wasn’t a key in that padlock. The rubber dog looked over at his master as Boss settled down on the bench that ran along the edge of the van. Boss leaned over and smiled and scratched Spike under the chin, he knew Spike liked that, and Spike pushed his head forward to make the most of the attention. The engine started and the van pulled away. Spike wagged the silicone tail that protruded from his butt and out through the triple zip of his rubber suit. Surely this was going to be an exciting adventure, even better than the usual fun and games with Boss? The movements of the van changed, the erratic and slow progress through the city streets transformed to the steady speed of a motorway. Time passed. Eventually Spike couldn’t stay silent any longer, and curiosity got the better of him. “Where are we going Boss?” He asked nervously. “NO SPEAK!” growled Boss. Spike was used to the tones of his Masters orders and although this sounded like one of Boss’s firmer commands there was also a level of nervousness too. He gestured towards a security camera set up in the roof of the van that covered them both spike went quiet again. The journey continued, on and on. The mood of the two passengers changing from the first thrill to a nervous trepidation of what was to come. The motorway rhythm slowed down to A roads and then to winding country lanes that had Spike swaying from one side of the cage to the other, and Boss gripping the edge of the bench. Eventually the van stopped, and the door opened, Spike tried to look around to see but the narrowness of the cage made it difficult, he did see however a key-ring with a single key tossed alongside the cage. “Bring your dog” Said an unfamiliar voice. Boss picked up the key, unlocked the padlock and Spike crawled out backwards and down out of the van, Boss clipping the leash back onto his collar. Fresh morning air, it was nearly dawn, they were at some sort of farm, Spike went instinctively down onto his knees and “sat” as nicely as he could not wishing to show up his master in front of this new playmate. The man reached forward and patted him on the head. “Good dog” he said smiling, “Bring him inside” Boss tugged on Spikes leash and together they followed the man into a low farm building. The man took a steel dog dish down from a shelf and filled it with the contents of a plastic bottle. “Doggie thirsty?”. Spike looked up at Boss who smiled and Said, “Go on then”. Spike lapped the water, but it tasted funny. He tried to signal this to the two men towering over him. “Drink it all up Dog” Ordered the man. Spike had drunk piss from a bowl and had developed a trust with his master that told him he could continue drinking after all what could possibly happen? After a lot of lapping and slurping the dish was empty. “Good dog” Said the man, stroking the rubber suit and patting the rubber pup on the backside. “Ok let’s get started, get him to strip” said the man. Boss nodded and helped Spike out of his leather mitts, and pulled off his rubber hood. Spike unzipped his suit and popped out the butt plug tail that had stayed up far longer than it usually had, obviously the excitement of what was to come had taken his mind off the stretching pain. Then after a lot of wriggling and rubber noises the suit was off and Spike sat naked on the concrete floor shivering as the damp layer of sweat that had built up evaporated rapidly from his body. “Ok lets smarten him up” said the man holding two sets of clippers in his hands and passed one set to Boss. The little machines jerked into life and buzzed angrily. Spikes eyes widened. “Sit up” said Boss and Spike prepared himself, his cock growing in excitement, Spike liked being shaved and this evening was turning into one of the best scenes he’d been involved in, the loss of his hair was a small price to pay. The two men approached and ran the clippers through his hair there wasn’t much of it, Boss liked to keep his dogs head shaved, but the clippers greedily continued across the rest of his body, taking all the hair from his armpits, his legs, his groin, his arse his chest, everywhere until finally the man gripped Spikes head in the crook of his arm and removed his eyebrows. Spike tried to struggle and protest, everything else was up for grabs but not his eyebrows!! but he couldn’t do anything, his body reacted very slowly, he felt quite drunk and unable to complain. The water! there must have been something in the water that had been put there to relax him. “Good boy” Said the man turning and exchanging his clippers for razors and shaving foam. Now Spike had realised his situation the scene became a little more unreal, the noises seemed to echo and he felt his head swimming slightly as he followed his Masters instructions as they covered him in foam and slowly scraped away all the stubble. After what must have taken about 40 minutes spike was as smooth and compliant as he had ever been. “Here we go then” said the man dragging out a large silver flight case and unlocking it. Inside lay numerous pieces of translucent fibreglass, neatly laid out in special cut out foam sections. He took two electrodes and attached them to spikes nipples, then taking out the top two large pieces he passed one to Boss. “That’s his back, turn it over like this and hold it there” Boss inverted the concave shell and held it over Spikes back as the man took a similar sized piece and pressed it against spikes chest and stomach and threaded the wires from the electrodes through two hole in the fibreglass The two pieces fitted together perfectly and using bolts the shell was fastened into place. Spike looked drunkenly into the mans eyes as he smiled back. The shell wasn’t uncomfortable the fibreglass was held away from his body by small black foam spacers. Two more pieces were withdrawn from the box. Long slim pieces ending in a rounded section these were clipped around Spikes left arm and bolted into place. He felt his hand curl up inside the rounded section, held in place by more foam spacers. A mirror image of these pieces were then attached to his right arm, and the shoulders were bolted to the chest piece. Then two L shaped pieces with a rounded section at the angle was revealed, but before it was locked on a solid piece of black “something” was slipped into the rounded section. The leg restraint was attached and the same was done to the other side. Then another long slim section was clipped on to cover one of the remaining holes in the shell, it curled gracefully round over Spike’s back. Beneath that hole lay Spikes arse, and squeezing some lubricant onto his finger the man eased it up inside the now stretched hole. He pulled out a long perspex butt plug and pushed it into the hole, Spike moaned as the perspex locked into its place in the shell. Then the man pulled Spikes cock and balls through the final hole in the lower part of the shell and using a wide rubber cock ring sealed the dogs genitals outside. Spike was now immobile, his whole body turned into a crude dog statue, only his head remained free, but the shell clearly had a rim ready to take more bolts around the neck. This was the tricky bit. The man lubricated two small narrow tubes and pressed them up into Spikes nostrils. It was like a magic trick, they disappeared in and Spike lolled his head about a little as they passed down the pack of his throat & into his lungs. Then a much larger tube with a gum shield was pressed into his mouth. Ear plugs with tubes were fixed into place. Then spikes old collar was removed and a new one took its place with small black box pressed against his throat. The last two pieces of fibreglass were now presented. The tubes were pushed through holes in the translucent material, the nose and mouth tubes through the font the ear tubes though the top and the helmet was clamped shut and bolted in place around Spikes head. The shape was now revealed completely. Long snout, deep narrow chest and narrower stomach, curled tail and rounded paws at Spikes hands and knees. Spikes eyes stared out panic, as the man sealed the area around them to the shell. It had now become clear that this was not a bondage device this was a mould “You’re sure? It’s not too late to go back?” The man asked Boss. Boss grinned “Do it.” A warm tank that had sat giving off gentle heat throughout the preparations now revealed its purpose. It was full of liquid silicone heated to a temperature that allowed it to flow but not scald the man also poured in a bottle of catalyst that would ensure the rubber would be very resilient and stirred it in. The man then took a hose and held it against a hole at the top of the dogs head, “you can turn the valve” he smiled at Boss. Boss held the valve in his hand savouring the moment and looked Spike in the eyes. “Good dog” he said “Hush!” and he turned the valve. The liquid rubber oozed out of the hose and slowly the translucent fibreglass with the distorted figure of a man turned black. The liquid levelled off and filled up the inside of the mould slowly, very slowly. Boss and the man tapped the fibreglass rhythmically to release the air bubbles. Eventually the figure was full and the tank was almost empty. between them Boss and the man had lifted Spike and rotated him to fill every crevice, and so Spike was left to cool. Three hours passed , the two men sat with the dog stroking the fibreglass and encouraging the person now encased in thick rubber. Slowly the anaesthetic wore off and Spike was able to moan and try to speak through the tube like gag. But the men were determined not to remove anything until the suit was completely cured. The silence was broken by the innocent beep, beep, beep of the mans wristwatch alarm, it was time to remove the fibreglass. Bolt by bolt, piece by piece, the mould was removed. The plug was withdrawn from the dogs arse the tubes pulled back through the mould pieces and trimmed until there he was, a black rubber dog permanently encased in a rubber suit with no zips no way of taking it off. Spike was terrified he tried to stand but the thickness of the rubber wouldn’t give enough, and he was forced to get back onto his knees again. “Please Boss” Spike begged “help me” the rubber of the dogs jaws moved up and down in time with words and seemed very odd despite knowing that inside all that black rubber was a real person. The man took a remote control device and pressed it, a sharp pain shot through Spike's throat, that device they’d strapped to his neck, was obviously some kind of training device. “No Speak” ordered the man. He passed the device to Boss. “Now if you’re going to stay here I’ll expect you to control your dog properly, I haven’t gone to all this trouble to have him trying to walk and talk, so teach him! Go on press the button.” Boss pushed the button and Spike writhed about in pain. “He’s a dog and you’re his trainer” It’ll be nice to see how you get on, better put his collar back on, don’t want him getting lost” The man smiled and left. Boss picked up spikes old chain collar, this was the first time it had been off in a long time and Spike had got completely used to it, but as Boss held it round his new rubber throat and locked it into place with its small padlock, jangling its dog tag it had a much greater meaning. </p></body></html> ;