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Awsome Rescue Gear

June 7, 2012 in Leather

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Surfing the web I stumbled on some of the hotest rescue pics I have ever seen.  Check out this guy in a full wetsuit, rescue pfd, gath full visor helmet and a neck brace.  I am not sure words can discribe how much I want to be in  his place.  Here are some hot pics I found, I hope you enj0y them.

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Drysuits, helmets, O’neill neoprene vests, Yes Please. 

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Check out this swimmer rescue gear and harness.

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Here’s a shot of the harness in use for water rescue from a cliff.  Enjoy.  Good bye until next time.  wetsuitjay

 

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Rescue Bondage with Ochosi

September 26, 2011 in BDSM, Gear, Gear Pictures, Inmate: WetsuitJay, S&M Pictures

Saturday we had a small social get together at our house and a certain pup wanted to again try out some of my rescue gear.  He was promptly decked in my Mustang Survival Dry Suit with neoprene gloves, hood, MSA gas mask, Pro Tec rescue helmet, and the Stearns SAR pfd.

He was then carefully strapped into the humane restraints.

 

Well it was also our last 80 degree day in Seattle, he soon began to sweat like November rain in Seattle.

   

It was then time for him to find out what bondage is all about.  A little polishing on his cock head soon had him pulling tightly on his restraints.

   

By the time I was done, someone was a very happy pup.

Goodbye until nex time.

Wetsuitjay

 

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Viking Drysuit Bondage

September 11, 2011 in Inmate: WetsuitJay, Rubber, Rubber Pictures

Once upon a time while shopping on Whidbey Island to my wondrous eyes did appear a red Viking sport drysuit for $100.  Of course it had to come home with us.

Problem is it has no access.  Not to be deterred, I removed one of the valves so the tube for the venus hose could be inserted.  Since I was playing by myself rubberasylum came downstairs to see what was going on camera in hand.  I was playing around with a full face mask and an open rebreather at the time.

 

 

 

He then strapped me in for a few more pics while the venus slowly did its work.

 

 

A truly great suit I will say.

 

wetsuitjay 

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“Drysuit Fun” By Topcat Jones

September 8, 2011 in Rubber Stories, Stories

My Fellow Inmates,

This story is by Topcat Jones, and is called “The Drysuit”

Hope you enjoy…

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“The Drysuit”

By: Topcat Jones

Being  Horney and online is never a good thing, so I ended up on ebay bidding for dry suits, now there are always two things I look for on ebay how many others are bidding and location especial with big stuff.  I managed to find dry suit about an hour’s drive away in Northwich I had been there a few times on my bandit to J&S to buy leathers and chain lube and such, so I knew it was not too far to travel.

The suit had attached steel toe cap boots with steel sole plates and a red covering over the toes and a line running down and around the soles to indicate they where steel. I contacted the seller to find out what size the boots where and lady luck being on my side there where size 11 uk. I did pause for a moment here but only because most time I bought trainers I ended up in size 12, but I figured I could always re ebay if it did not fit. The guy said he was 6”4 in the add and it fitted him fine I was 6”2 at best so figured I would be fine.

The only down side being that two other people where bidding already and the neoprene neck seal had split, I google’ed the price to fix the neck seal and saw it was £15 to do it myself with a kit or £30 to get someone at a dive shop in Liverpool to do it.  Picking it up I could wipe off the £18 shipping price so decided I would bid up to £60, suits where going for a £100ish 2nd hand and figured this was going to be the price point where someone who needed it shipping was going to pull out.
Thou I waited till the last 30 secs to bid as any good ebayer should, I just don’t get people who bid days before the end all they do is drive up the price.  Ofc I won otherwise there would be nothing to write about,  £52.27 in the end I love the auto bids odd pricing.

I arranged with the guy to go pick it up next Saturday, seeing as the auction ended on Sunday night. The guy was cool with waiting and it gave me a week of being Horney waiting to feel the rubber of the suit and wondering what it would be like to wear it. It all so gave me a week to work out a story to tell him as to why I wanted it.  Envisioning myself turning up at his house having to make small talk, prob having to try it on and all the rest of it. He had said, he river walked in it whatever that was in the add, so there was no way I was saying I was buying it for that and telling him that I wanted to rub one out in it and be tied up did not seem like much of an option ether!

In the end I decided to just tell him the guy’s in work had roped me into some charity thing where you had to build a raft out of barrels and sail down a river and had said I would need one. It was a simple lie that needed no details and if he asked any more questions I could just I did not have a clue I had just agreed to it and they where sorting out the rest as they need 4 people to do it and I was really just making up the numbers.

As it turned out I spent a week practicing for nothing as when I got there on Saturday I had just missed him by 5 mins he had gone to Asda and his wife was there, which was great for me she asked me did I want to look at It I said no, paid her, left with the suit saying I did not need the change and got out of their quick. I was just glad no to have to use my feeble lies.
Thou I think she was a bit scared of me which was weird, she said her dog was a trained guard dog. It was the cutest little puppy dog ever, It may have been big I could not tell anymore Since I got my Great Dane every dog is tiny and anything you have to bend over to  pet is tiny.  I don’t know if she was trying to be funny. But I guess I tend to dress a bit skinhead/scaly. And I am sure my Mohawk did not help the image any. I tend to dress a bit vintage with Fred Perrys and tight fitting jeans and boots. I have huge mutton chop side burns and am a bit of Dan Dare I shave and then two mins later I have a 5oclock shadow; I am so used to having constant stubble that when I do shave I feel about 5 when I look in the mirror at that fresh faced boy who looks back.  I am so hairy that I have hair on my toes up my feet and pretty much unbroken from head to toe, thou non on my back strangely.

Enough about me, I got home was naked in all of two seconds had the suit out of its carrying bag I held it up and it must have been about 7 feet tall at first I was like fuck how big was this guy. I struggled a bit getting into it as the legs where a bit long. I pulled up the internal braces over my shoulder to hold it up. My 8” cock was rock hard waiting for what was to come I stuffed it down inside the suit for now I just wanted to get this thing on!

I pulled up the rest of the suit behind me it had a front entire zipper from the right hand shoulder across the chest down to the left hip. I slipped the neck over my head first leaving my arms out of it the neoprene seal came over my head it was split down both sides I would have to sort that out.

I pulled my arms into the sleeves, one at a time a bit awkward sort of bending them back and threw rubber seals on the end sleeves still they stuck out the which pulled at hairs on my wrists.  I might just have to shave them in future…
Now all that was left to do was to pull the two zips closed and make it water tight, rather than an interlocking zip it seemed to pull the two parts of the suit so that the material was laying on stop of each other creating a seal, it was tuff to pull the zip shut once I had it on I was thinking maybe I should have A, tried the zip before hand and B, got some bees wax to lube the zip as I had read about on the net while searching for neck seals.

I managed to get the first water tight zip shut and had visions of myself having to seek help later to get out of it.  The 2nd outer zip was a little stiff but was very easy compared to the inside zip. It had a nice big loop on it, I immediately thought about how it was just the right size for a padlock thou there was nothing to padlock it too, I first I thought to a chain around my leg and then as I pushing the flap cover over the zippers which hid them I had the great Idea that if I got a grommet hole put in the flap where the zips terminated then the zip could be padlocked to the grommet hole and once in there would be no way out without the key.  I would have to see about getting that done when I got a new neck seal at the dive shop.

I ran up stairs to my bed room to have a look in the full length mirror on the wardrobe, the sight of myself in the suit reminded me I still had and 8 inch rod in my pants that needed attention.  But it would have to wait for a bit I wanted to sweat before I got any release. I decided the best way to heat myself up would be to rip the cover of my water bed wack it up to 40 and lay on top of it. It has a nice quilt on the bottom that keeps the heat in the water and stopped you from getting too hot, but I know from past experience when I have washed it and then slept on the rubber while it dried that being in direct contract with the rubber just makes you all hot and sweaty, perfect.

After about 20 mins I was getting a good sweat on I tired rubbing my cock thought the suit but the rubber was so thick that there was just no sensation at all and there was not enough slack in the suit for me to rap my hand around my cock.  There was no way I wanted to open the suit at this point and let the heat out, so I figured the suit was big enough that I could pull my left hand inside the suit with it zipped up. All these dry suits where designed to go over a thick thermal lining for when people go diving after all. If you have ever been in the North sea in winter it’s no exaggeration to say that when you get out your balls are up inside your body and your dick is shrivelled away to nothing.

It took some do’ing and I had to pull the sleeve away from my body to stretch the material enough to get my elbow out of the sleeve I was in two minds weather it was a good idea or not as It had taken both hands to zip the suite shut I had no idea how I was going to undo it If I could get my arm in but not out again.

Now I am right handed and always jack off with my right hand so it made sense to leave my strong arm outside the suit and I so rarely use my left hand to wank that I would say its pretty much impossible for me to cum with just my left hand as it does not reach the spot.  I knew this was going to be another hot and sweat 30 mins in the dry suit till I got board and had to pull my right arm in side to cum but to make it last as long as possible I told myself that if I could not make myself come with my left hand (like that was ever going to happen) then as punishment I would coat my right hand in deep heat plenty of it and that I would coat my cock and balls with the stuff before I got to cum.

What followed was 30 hot and sweaty mins with me pumping away at my dick with my softpaw, the sweat pooling in my arse crack and around it playing with my tits humping away not really getting anywhere, thou there was enough room to get my arm inside the suit there was no real room for proper movement and I just grew more Horney and frustrated to the point where after an hour of wearing it I was willing to coat my cock and balls in deep heat.

I struggled to get of the bed with my left arm inside the suit, the water bed was a like a bucket with a rubber bag in it so when I rolled over to the edge all the water went to the other side of the bed and my body was now below the top of the bed and I was sort of stuck laying on my right arm, without my left to pull me up and over. I managed to swing my legs over the side of the bed the heavy steel boots anchoring me to the floor I managed to stand up sort of leaning against the bed and using it for leverage.

I held out the empty left sleeve stretching it away from me so I could get my left arm out, at least I knew now, I could get my arm out again. I walked over to the desk and sorted thought the bottles of lube and tubs of Vaseline and pulled out the red tube marked deep heat rub.  I had bought it for one reason only to coat my dick in it, I had read enough storeys on the net of guys tying each other up and coating each other with it or lube’ing up butt plugs with it and being forced to suffer with it.
I had used it a few times before ofc first trying it on a part of my body that was not quite so sensitive, thou it made no effect on anywhere else, I could not tell I had even rubbed it in. I even tried it on my nipples and there was only the slightest sensation. But on my cock that was a different story I was hooked to the pain. Thou I must admit I did not have the balls to lube a butt plug and shove it in.

I squeezed out a huge dollop in to my right hand and carefully closed my hand around the cream to protect it making sure not to crush it and squeeze it out of my fist. I used my left arm this time to stretch out the suit and pulled my right arm inside.

I went back over to the warm bed that by now was radiating heat the sweat was pouring off me. I lay back down in the middle of the bed all the time being careful to protect the cream in my right hand not wanting to waste it. Once I was in place and happy with my position on the bed I opened my right hand a quickly started rubbing the cream in to my dick and balls, I pulled my foreskin back as best I could with one hand and coating my piss slit and the head of my dick in a huge glob, then quickly jacked my foreskin a few times to spread the cream between my foreskin and my dick head.

I knew I had about 30 seconds to get it well rubbed in before I would be both happy and sorry about what I had just done.  I could feel the burn building in my cock and god it was good my balls were on fire but seeing as I had yet to cum the pain was adding to my pleasure. I knew from past experience that explosive hard feeling I was feeling in my cock was it turning a deep shade of purple and going as hard as it possible could.

My dick has never gone has hard as it does when coated in this shit, I started jacking away just gripping the tip of my dick around the head, I never bothered the shaft really there was this one point on the rim of the head of my dick that was just pure please for me and the faster I pumped that one bit the faster I came.

I was now pumping away like made until I shot load after load inside the suit I was in heaven I could feel the contents of my balls spray all over the inside of the rubber it was pure heaven, but also in the back of my mind I knew the hell I was about to spend the next 10 mins in. While I was still coming down I rubbed my spunk in to my cock and balls, making the good feeling last that little bit longer.

Then I felt the turn,  quickly while still laying on the bed managed to get my right arm back in to the sleeve and on the outside of the suit. It hit me and I was soon curled up in a ball on my bed sweating in rubber overly hot desperate for a drink and a piss with my balls in agony the menthol that  no more than a minute ago was giving me so much pleasure was now burning and fuck me did it burn, the sort of pain where you stop breathing and go very, very still, where you don’t move a muscle and just lay there in pain so much pain that you want to scream out, but I don’t I kept quite. I did this to myself no one forced me to. (Part of the reason I have yet to shove this stuff up my arse, I just don’t think I could cope.)

This was the price I paid for the pleasure I just had and god what a price, after about 10 mins I felt able to move again. My balls now saw and tender and they would be tender for the rest of the day every time I knocked them they would hurt every time I sat down moved or in any way did anything that would adjust my package I would know about it, the pain would linger for the rest of the day.  

As I felt more in control of myself I decided it was time to get out of the suit, my rubber encasement and have a nice long shower. I managed to slowly get the big heavy zip undone, making the decision that it needed bees wax. And that tomorrow I was going to ring up the dive shop about getting the neck seal replaced and that grommet hole put it the outer flap but I still had no idea how I was going to ask/explain that one. I put the suit back in its carry bag and noticed the smell of menthol that came from it; it must have stunk to high heaven for me to be able to smell it. I have an awful sense of smell; I used to have terrible, terrible nose bleeds as a kid and would have like 6 or 7 a day easy, eventually  at 25 (they said I had to grow up before they would do it) I managed to get it cauterised on the NHS. They burnt out the inside of my nose with 6 vials of some sort of chemical burn. It stopped me bleeding every day which was a gods send let me tell you, but did leave me without  much of a sense of smell not that I had much of one to being with, my nose always being full of the smell of blood.
The next morning I woke up around 8 and pawed at my morning hard on for a bit before deciding that I should get dressed. I knew it was a bit early to be getting up on a Sunday morning, but I had gone to bed early after last night’s fun and the dog would need feeding and a walk.  

I hopped in the shower and decided that seeing as it was Monday tomorrow I would have a shave ready for work, the next week, I had not bothered for the last 3 or 4 weeks and it was starting come over my top lip and into my mouth and I was itching like mad every now and then.  Needless to say after a shave I looked like a kid again, in fact I look so much younger when I shave that a few weeks ago at mate’s stag do in Edinburgh we went in to this student’s bar that was heaving because it was also fresher’s week. The Three sisters or something like that, needless to say I got Id’ed now don’t get me wrong I get a kick out of being 30 and getting Id’ed.  But come on I am 30 how the fuck does anyone think I am younger than 18? Needless to say the lads all get a good laugh out of it, All my mates being straight and all, lots of piss taking all round.

But then no one ever thinks I am queer ether, All my mates are straight they all know I am queer and like the kinky shit I don’t hide fuck all, we even have a little game gay or not, where we stop random birds in town and get them to guess weather me or one of the other lads is gay, No one has ever picked me as being the gay one,  I guess that’s why I have so much trouble meeting guys no one ever thinks I am queer and they are shocked as fuck when they find out, the lads will go to gay bars with us but they always get hit upon. I always have to go out and hunt down a man and even then their  like but your with those straight guys or think it’s part of some gay bashing plot and that I am pretending to be queer.

Enough about my woes, I put on my 20 eyelet rangers with yellow laces, ladder laced ofc it takes about 20 mins to do it properly but it’s worth doing right, with some yellow footie socks and a tight pair of 501’s with my black and gold Fred Perry top and some yellow braces hanging round my arse. Now don’t get me wrong I would not say I was in to water sports in a huge way I get off on pissing myself or on a guy or  being pissed on but I would not say I go out of my way for it, it’s more the bondage that gets me hot an Horney and ofc pain.

I grabbed my cash, phone and keys and head for the front door, pulled out some doggy poo bags from the stack. Grabbed the dogs lead and gave a quick whistle he jumped up of the couch 13 stone of dog comes bounding towards me tail splaying all over the place, He knows it’s time for his walk its prob around 930 as I lock the front door and head down the New Brighton front to head to the park.  

We get the Park and sit outside the cafe I order a sausage sandwich for me and plate of bacon for the dog, I get stopped along the way by people ether telling me I should get saddle for him or with kids want to stroke the dog, or once even someone asked to sit a teddy on his back and take photo for his daughters school project.  

Jay just puts up with it all and takes it in his stride he’s a good dog, the chef likes him too and always brings the plate of bacon out the back himself so he can stroke the dog.  Jays eating his bacon which does not last long, I sit drinking a cup of tea and eating my sausage on toast not really thinking of anything when I am flooded with memories of last night.  I sit there thinking about how Horney it was and that next time I put the suit on I am going to put a layer of rubber on first under it and add to the heat. Lock myself in it and freezing the key in a bucket of water with no spare or emergency key should take at least 6 hours for the bucket to melt. If something happens and I have to go out into the street in a dry suit then shit happens, I mean how likely is it the house is going to burn down?

I look at my phone to check the time Its after 10 I decided to chance the dive shop, I could not remember the opening times but had saved the phone number in my phone I figured that since most people would prob be diving on the weekend and with UK opening hours, Sunday is still the day of god and all (how dark ages), only small shops and supermarkets can open and even then only for 6 hours, so most stuff that opens on a Sunday opens at 10 and shuts by 4.  Only pubs and petrol stations stay open all day.

I gave them a ring and a guy answered I explained that I wanted to get my dry suit fixed and that the neck seal need replacing.  The guy said they were open and I could drop it into day if I wanted but they did not normally open on Sunday but he was in filling some air tanks for a mate and would be there till 12.  

That did not leave me much time not much time at all it was 1030 now and it would take me 30 mins to walk the dog home and then another 30 or so by the time I locked the house up and drove into Liverpool the Dive shop was on the dock road a mile or two outside of the city canter, there was fuck all else on the dock road these day since most of the docks where shut for good.

I knew just about where the place was and managed to pull up about 10 to 12 I just hoped he was still there. I went round front and the metal shutter was down so I went round the side, the side gate was open so I went in and shouted hello. AS you do feeling a bit like a bugler that you’re doing something naught or wrong because you’re using the side gate.
I heard a voice tell me to come so I pushed my way in with the big sack over my back, I walked thought the back of the shop towards the sound of a compressor guessing I would find him in that direction.

I was so not expecting what I saw before me, there was a guy who must have been about 40 ish maybe a little older buff as fuck covered in sailor tats anchors and such and what looked like a military unit tat thou I could not tell what it was.  He was prob about my height 6 foot + a little wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks he was carrying and air tank under each arm.

I was hard in hart beat this guy was all man, I was guessing straight and prob ex navy, I was also going to take a punt at ex navy diver, seeing as we were in a dive shop.  I was still drooling the first time he said it so it took the 2nd time for it to register on my brain “Can you open that door for us” as he nodded to door I just came thru, I quickly brought myself back to the real world and said “sure mate” I put my bag down and pulled the door open for him he walk thru it and said he would be back in a min.

When he came back thru, he was no less beautiful thou I could tell he was little off with me now as he thought I was perving of him which to be fair I was. I explained how I had rung up about getting my neck seal replaced.  He remembered me and said I should come thru to the shop with him so he can put it in the book.

I did my best to star him straight in the eyes after that never letting my gaze drop lower than his head or looking at what we where meant to be doing,  It was pretty standard to begin with he asked whether I wanted latex or neoprene and I had thought about this long and hard while I was waiting to pick the suit up and decide on latex as it would just be  a seal although all the divers said it was more uncomfortable for the neck and they recommended neoprene the neck seal would be twice as long and have to be folded back upon itself in some special way and it just sounded to fiddle plus I was never going to get the outside wet only the inside. He said all the things I had read on the net and told him I wanted latex and I knew all about the pros and cons.

He took my name and addressee and processes my card for 30 quid to pay for the work, It was then that out the corner of my eye I spotted that tool they use to put the grommets in the pockets of the dive suits so that they don’t  just end up full of water when you get out. Fuck I had forgot to ask about getting one put in so I could padlock the suit. I stood there for a sec and mentally kicked myself.

When I stopped beating myself up I realised I was now staring at his crotch and he was asking if there was anything else,  I was like for fuck sake now he defo thinks I am perving at him again. Now I know you would not believe this but at one time I was shy fucker I would not say boo to a goose, but that all changed when I left school after doing my GCSe’s everyone else stayed in school to do theirs at the schools 6th form, but I left I wanted to do IT and in 96 that was not an option at school I had go to college to do a betec in IT.

I used it as an opportunity to reinvent myself, I threw myself into it changed the way I dressed shaved my head down to no 2 and become a bit of a skinhead, I stomped round in boots and tight jeans and well people where scared to talk to me, the lads now who many years later are good mates all said in that first year of college they were scared to talk to me.

I guess that was fair, you could say that I adopted the attitude that if some scared me or if would not have done it in the past because of what other people though, I did it when my body told me to run away, because I was a sack of shit I threw myself into it, I was not going to be the cowered little kid any more.

So when he asked that question and I wanted to run out the shop, I asked about getting the grommet hole put in the flap on the front, now I had not really thought this threw so the best excuse for wanting a grommet hole put there was to clip my keys to it. It was Bull shit he knew it I knew it but I was now committed to that pile of crap excuse.

Needless to say he was not getting it at all and asked me to show him where on the suit.  Now it was still in its bag as there was no real reason to get it out up until this point, so I opened the bag and pulled it out.

As I was pulling it out he recognised that it was an otter skin dry suit form the branding on the arms, a good custom suit he said must have cost me a pretty penny. I was thinking not really and I knew from my research on the net you where talking a grand or so for a custom made suit. Thou this one was not a true diving suit as it had no dump vale or inlet so you could not really use it for diving. But I was never going to.

I unrolled the suit now I had not noticed but it stunk to high haven! You could smell it clear across the room well you could if you were not me, I saw him smell the air but had not put two and two together yet, seeing as I could not smell a dead badgers arse if you shoved it up my nose.  The zip on the suit was still open you could smell the deep heat on the inside of the suit from last night on the moon.

He sniffed the air again, I still a clueless moron looked at him questioningly; he said “can you not smell that?” I was like “no” I then explained about me having my nose done 5 years ago and not really smelling anything since.   Now weather he believed me or not he seemed to except this and I proceed to move things along by showing him where I wanted the metal grommet wrings putting in on the flap covering.

He looked at me funny and said that I could just use the pockets or if I really wanted the ring that it would be better in the middle as it was more likely to rip on the edge, at this point I must have flashed a bit of fustratation as let’s face it, It had to be by the end of the zip so I could padlock it there otherwise what was the point of padlocking the zip half open?

At this point he sniffed again I think I was wearing his patients thin I could see the point where he changed I could see him make the decision to call bull shit. Now at this point depending what he did next I did not have many options open to me he knew where I lived and was built like a brick shit house so I was not wining a fight if it turned nasty and because we were in the locked shop with me round the counter side the only way out was over the country and threw the door behind him.
He spoke this was it, “I know one thing you don’t go diving in this suit in fact I don’t thin you have ever been diving! How can you not smell this it stinks of menthol and I can see from here the crotch of this suit is covered in it! “He blurted out more force full this time with incredulity “how can you not smell that!”

I opted for the truth “I don’t have a sense of smell I told you that already” I though I push it on to him “I cannot smell a thing mate it must be you.” He was not happy, Then he did it “faggot” right to my face without any shame, well my body told me run away and end this but the man in me is not letting anyone get away with call me a faggot at least not in that tone of voice.

“What did you call me?”  Making sure to look him dead in the eye’s I had to keep this as a war of words as I knew the moment it turned physical I was losing.  “Faggot I caught you looking at me before staring at me.” There was only one tack that worked when they went down this root, out and out confrontation don’t argue with them don’t try and say the opposite of what they are saying.

“Dam right I am faggot and dam right I was giving you the once over your hot as hell, you’re the one wondering round in nothing but skimpy Speedos I mean come on its 2010 no one wears Speedos any more unless they want to show off. You could have got dressed after I arrived but you did’t”

Ok so this was risky making out that he wanted me to perv off him, but it was my best bet and I could tell from the confusion on his face that I had out manoeuvred him this round but I could also tell that it was not going to be enough to win the war only the battle.

Fuck was all I thought as he jumped across the counter before I could even react I was on my back on the floor with him on top of me. I was scared shitless at this point this was obviously the sort of guy who could do whatever he wanted to me and the only trace I was ever here was my debit transaction and my dry suit which could easily be explained away.
I stilled my mind and looked him the eye’s I may have been bricking it but I was not going to let him know that, if I could upset him this much that still meant at some level he respected me otherwise he would not have given a fuck what a total stranger said.  After all I had known him for less than 10 mins at this point.

What he did next took me by surprise he reached down with left hand and started groping my cock, I got hard “so you like that faggot” he almost spat in my face, I could go two ways with this but “Ofc I do 1,I am queer and 2, your hot” That was not a 50/50 choice that went my way, next thing I knew he had his right arm in the air with a fist and was about to beat the shit out of me, I was still locked on looking him the eyes I knew what was coming I was going to get the crap beat out of me, but how I took it said more about me than the fact he was going to beat the shit out of me so I stayed still and stared him in the eye’s.

I may be queer but it did not mean I had to be a coward, I felt his fist hit my face well make contact would be more accurate, but without any power, he smiled and evil smile “your all right lad” he got off me and helped me off the floor, at this point I was confused as fuck but it seems I was not going home in an ambulance after all.

He went back behind the counter, “this is how it’s going to work, I know why you want that hole where you want it and why, I will even do it, but on one condition” I looked at him and said “what?” as none comitial and as unexcited as I could manage with my best poker face, I was not giving in just yet.  “You come and collect it Friday night turn up 5 mins before closing and you leave padlocked in to it, and I won’t be letting you out or giving you the key, you’re going to have to get someone to cut the lock. “

“you’re on” I shot  back, I had a week I could pop to machine mart in Liverpool city centre and get a pair of heavy duty bolt cutters before then leave them at home and then just cut myself out after the drive back to my place, no big deal, hell I could even leave myself locked in all weekend.  It was no big deal, and at this point I was thinking it was more than a good idea to get out of here in one peace.

He picked up the chip and pin machine and just said a tenner, he may have been willing to do it but he was going to make me pay for it. I just gave him my cash card and then put my pin in without even looking at it. He said “you know the way out don’t be late 5:55 Friday”.  I walked around the counter and out the back; he followed me out about half way and then just got back on with whatever he was doing with the tanks before I turned up.
Friday

The week passed slowly, I could not get him out of my head, not in a sexy way but, just wondering what the fuck had gone wrong, and what evil though had crossed his mind when he decided not to hit me but to lock me into the suit instead.
I had the heavy duty bolt cutters at home I had gone on Wednesday after work and got some.  I took an old pair of trakie bottoms and a crappy t shirt to work that I had last warn to paint the house, Along with some old paint covered trainers, I figured that I would change out of my suit and tie and leave them in work fuck knows what he would do with my cloths once I was not in them, so I was going to wear something I did not give a shit about.

It was a long day in work, but I had also accepted that this was going to happen and not only was it going to happen there was part of me that wanted it to, the kinky party and I was actually looking forward to it.  In a way it was nice to have no controlled for a guy to take charge of me for once and for me not to have to fight for acceptance. This guy, whatever you say about him knew I was queer without a 2nd guess, tbh it was great and strangely I loved it.

I turned up at the shop and parked in road out front it was 5 to but it looked like it was already shut for the night the shutters where half down and the lights for the sign where out. It was quite dark out being November the sun was setting early and it was dark when I left work never mind by the time I got to the shop. I left my phone and wallet in the glove box and locked the car only taking my keys into the shop.

I ducked under the half closed shutter and pushed on the shop door I was right it was open, I went in he was nowhere in sight I shouted out, “any one there?” He came out of the back of the shop, he was dressed like a sailor of sorts he had on a thick black jumper with the roll neck like you see in films and pair of cream cargo pants, he had an air of military authority around him.

“So you turned up” “I said I would” “strip” was all he said in response I kicked of my trainers dropped my trakkie bottoms I had not bothered with boxers I did not see the point, He stood there watching me I diced I would put on a show I crossed my right hand to my left side and vise versa and then lifted my shirt off in one go from the bottom up. It gave him a clear view of my chest and with me not being able to see any more an opportunity to perv on me without me being able to see if he was or not the thought gave me a chubby, putting myself on display for some angry straight man.

I dropped my t-shirt to the floor, “you drive here?” I said yes he bent behind the counter; he pulled out a 2 littler sports bottle of water, give me your car keys and drink this while I lock your clothes in the boot and check for a bolt cutters. I did as he asked; he stepped out the door and locked the shop door with his keys which I thought was a bit odd he then pulled the shutter all the way down.

I was now alone butt naked in his shop, I started to gulp the water down I figured he wanted me to piss myself in the suit and humiliate me. I would piss in the suit but humiliating was the last thing it was going to be.  It took me a while to down the whole bottle, I was not exactly thirsty I did not notice him come in the back door of the shop, I was startled when I heard him “have you not finished that yet” he saw my shock and said “I locked the shop up I did not want us to be disturbed”

“I been gone 15 mins I thought you would have drunk that by now”, I was shocked to think he had been gone that long but there was no clock in the shop.  “Ok lad so, I spent all week on this and let’s just say while I was working on your suit I made a few modifications extra that it thought you might like. “ I looked at him funny wondering where the fuck this was going, “don’t worry you will like them I am sure”

He instructed me to turn round and face the front of the shop and not to turn round he did not want me to see what he had done to the suit till it was too late. I did as he asked thou I was starting to think that this was going a bit far and was a little worried as to what else he done to the suit.

I could hear him behind me he placed a table and some items on it then I heard him drag the suit behind me.  I could hear him do something on the floor like he was laying out ready for me. “Lift your right leg” I did so the right leg of the suit was now below me the legs rolled down so you could step straight into the attached steel boots. As I put my foot in I noticed powered of some type I had to push my foot threw it to get it in the boot It filled the boot to the top, I tried to ask him but he just said I would find out.  We then repeated the process a 2nd time, I was now starting to wonder what the hell I had let me self in for.

“I want you to keep looking straight ahead, I don’t want you see the suit before its time” he said as he came round in front of me with and evil grin.  I did as he said he bent down and start to pull the suit up once it was around my waist he got me to hold it there and told me not to move my hands, he went round back of me and then preceded to pass two pieces of leather over my shoulders they were thin from what I could feel, now the suit did have braces in it before he had, had it but they where elastic.

“Nice piercings, let’s make use of them” he said I had got my nipples done a while a go and had ring in each pretty big now I had gone up in size twice, I loved having my nipples played with. I felt him thread the leather threw my nipple rings and then reached down the front of me and pull out a matching leather strap and thread one into the other, he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out two padlocks securing each strap so there was no way it could be undone. The suit now attached to my body Via my tit’s. He said I could let go and I felt the weight of the suit now on my shoulders and leather across my nipples rubbing them, every movement of the suit was pass through my nipples.

He went behind me this time appearing with a 2nd bottle of water, “drink” I thought for fuck sake he is taking this a bit far, I downed it thinking its only water, I am just going to have drive home in my own piss.  While I drank he just walked around me admiring his handy work, he spoke to me now to give instructions.  

“I have gone a bit further than you wanted and the suit now has an attached hood with internal gag and nose tubes. “ he announced as if to no one and everyone all at once but most off all for me. I asked “isn’t this going a bit far?” “Aren’t you queer? Don’t you like this sort of thing? Then don’t complain.” He said without waiting for any response on my part he did not need to wait the answer to all those question’s was yes.

He carried on, he could tell I was going to let him do this to me, but I got the feeling that I may be bleeding sorry I let him do this to me.  The way these suit’s are made the hood had to go on before the arms went in, I felt him pull the hood down inside the suit, It was good job there was so much slack in it. The top of the inside of the hood was now on my head and being pulled down slowly, all this movement in the suit was going straight to my nipples the rubbing was starting to chafe I could see me having very sensitive nipps by the end of the night.

He slowly rolled the hood down my head he got to my eyes and I could see it had built in lens’s they where tinted to make them harder to see out off  but where not to bad in the bright light of the shop it was more like wearing sun glass in the summer than black out blinds.

Next I felt him push two tubes up my nose one each side, the way the hood was they both had to be done at the same time pushing them up while rolling it down, the hood was tight, but stretched a fair bit it had to owing to the way it was put on.  Finally I felt the tubes well placed in my nose and two large bulbs stuffed up the end of each nostril I could now only breathe threw the tubes but I could breath.

Then he stopped he was doing something he went behind me and was doing something on the table he came back around in front of me, “once I do this you won’t be able to hear me and a few moments later you won’t be able to talk, so I want to make sure you understand this now.”

“Once this suit is sealed it is not the end of your night only the beginning, I have written instructions for you on cards so you can read them I have planned out your evening, I will have to give you the first card while you are here you will read except it and do it. I have destroyed all the keys to the padlocks I am using on you tonight; there is no way for me to let you out of any of these items. I am guessing that you had a plan to get you out of the padlock in the suit so you should just use that to get out of the rest of them. Do you understand?“

What was I going to say to that, in some ways it did not matter I was planning to cut myself out of the padlock he was going to use to keep me in the suit any way.  I was sort of scared at the thought of being trapped in this suit but at the same time that was exactly why I was here to be trapped in it. “Sir I understand”

He reach in the suit and preceded to put ear plugs in my ear’s I was now deaf I could not hear a thing, this only seamed to concentrate the feeling in my nipples.  Next he disappeared behind me and was doing something on the table. He came back I felt him fiddle with the gag in front of my mouth I still did not know what type it was there was then more movement, it felt like he was sticking stuff into things but I could not really tell.

Next I felt him pull my chin down to open my mouth and he began to guide it in he had to stretch my mouth a little bit to get it to fit in a first but once in it did not seem bad, he then placed his had under my chin and forced my teeth together, I bit into to something it felt like dentist clay I remember the taste from when I was a kid an had to have braces.  The gag consisted of two gum shield’s one for the top row of teeth and one for the bottom both with inserts full of clay I am guessing that this was what he was fiddling about with, he had prob kept it contained until it was time to shove it not wanting it to go off.

He now finished pulling the mask over my head and the neck of the suit down, once it was in place I could feel how tight it was but it was not really tight I guess it had to have a lot of stretch in it to for the way it had to be pulled on. He then went around behind me he was there for some time I could not see him so could not tell what was going on.

He eventually reappeared in my view he was holding something over my head, and seemed to be shaking his hand a lot, I did not know if was just me but the hood felt like it was getting tighter real tight and hot. As he moved around me I could see he had a hair dryer in his hand and was using it to heat the mask as he was doing this the hood was shirking on my head to as tight as it would go, every now and then he would smooth out the hood. But it was now so tight I felt like I was going to exploded there was no way I was ever opening my jaw again It was held to tight and I could feel the dentist clay setting round my teeth.

Once he finished he went away and came back again only this time with giant IV bag attached to a tube filled with water it looked huge maybe 5 litters, he pulled something on the front of my mouth it was a tube attached to the hood that went into my mouth I had not even thought about breathing thought my mouth only my nose I had assumed it was not possible.
Water started flowing into my mouth at a slow rate it was a good job it was slow as it was real effort to swallow it, with the hood so tight. He reappeared in front of me looked me in the eyes with a cold stair and then proceeded to grab my right arm and feed it into the sleeve, he helped me push it in but it did not reach the air as I expected yet another modification to my suit, rubber mittens, it reminded me of being a child there was one pouch for all my fingers and one for my thumb, my hands where now pretty much useless for anything other than holding large objects, I reckoned I could  just about drive in them.

He then took my left arm and did the same to it, down into a useless mitten, they felt quite thick but where not too bad, I spoken to soon he came back with the hair dryer and heated them as he did so they too shrunk now pressing my fingers together very tight, my hand’s sort of curled under the pressure it was like a Lego mans grip the only free movement I had was my thumb it seemed less affected by the heat.

Once he was happy that my hands where now useless, he zipped the front zip of the suit up I had to pull against him for this as it was still not waxed so took quite a lot of effort to pull it shut I would have thought at this point he would have waxed seeing as all the other modifications he had made to the suit he could have waxed the zip. I could feel the pull of the suit transmitted thought the braces into my tits they where no standing on edge.

Next he pulled the outer zip across this seemed to slide so much easier,  The he went behind me and came back after picking some stuff up, he then held a A4 piece of paper that he had obviously printed out earlier,
I am going to show you the padlock now, that’s going to keep you in there for a while, I know it looks a bit big but I made a few changes to the suit. So I decided to upgrade the zip on the out size, that’s why it slides so well this one has a much bigger loop on the end, in fact it off a secure mail bag it has its own locking post, I feature I am sure you will enjoy.

I groaned under my gag the best I could while still drinking the never ending stream of water that was pouring into my mouth. He removed the paper out of my field of vision to reveal a huge fuck off silver pad lock, now I was planning on cutting myself out of luggage lock or at worst something you might use to keep the back gate shut. After all there was only so much material in the zip guard I was not expecting him to put some huge padlock on there.  I had brought the biggest set of bolt cutters they did, thinking I might need them some day in the future.  

He reached down and I felt him work the lock threw the zip and the locking post at this point I did not want to look down.  Up until this point I had a way out but I had no clue about how I was going to cut thru that. I would love to say I heard the click of the padlock but being deaf at this point I only knew it was locked in place when I felt him tug it to ensure it was locked in place, now I really was scared. I thought at least there is fuck all else he can do to me now I am locked in this.
O how wrong I was, he started working behind me again the next I felt cool air on my arse, I went to turn round he jumped up and grabbed me by the shoulders and held me facing the front of the shop, he then held another printed message in front of my face, “you have behaved yourself so far, don’t fuck it up at this point” I stood still now I really just wanted to get home so I could start thinking about how the fuck I was going to get out of here!

I felt him reach around the inside of the suit, his hand grabbed my cock and balls and started working some sort of oil in to my dick he pushed it all over me and pulled back my foreskin making sure to rub it in to my piss slit, I then felt him do the same with my arse, he must have coated a thin dildo or something with it and I felt him pump some of the oil inside my arse.
I felt a little numb after that I could not really feel my dick and more and my arse felt like it was numb. I was guessing that he was going to make sure I got no sensation down there I may have been hard but I could not feel anything really. Next he reached back into the suit again only I could tell this time his hand was gloved I felt the rubber on the side of my body as he worked his way round the side of me. He grabbed my cock and started rubbing something into it some sort of cream this time and again in to my piss slit and I felt him rub it into my balls.

He repeated the procedure with my arse again some out squirting some of it up me, this seemed to be the end of this step as he just zipped up the arse zip and started tugging I guess he just added padlock to it.  I quick flash of card with one word in front of me “water proof” So I knew nothing would be leaking out of there.

Next he stood back in front of me he took hold of the water IV that was hooked up to my hood, and squeezed it force the last quarter of the contents into me as quick as he could. He seemed rather hurried at this point. Once it was all in me he unhooked the tube from the hood and held up a plastic hard packet in front of me, it was the plastic container the lock had come in, I could read off the rapper the point he was pointing too, “will with stand an angle grinder attack for 15 mins”  I hart sank where the fuck was I going to find someone with an angle grinder everyone I knew worked in IT apart from a mates brother who was welder but I no more wanted and angle grinder against me than I wanted someone try to blow torch it off me!

Things seemed to move quick form this point he dropped the packet on the floor where it lay and spun me round, forcing me out the back of the shop, we took the same route I had come in the other day he turned off lights and locked doors as we went, but did so with military precision he wanted out of here quick and I could tell, thou I was yet to find out why?
We stepped thought the gates at the side of the shop he stopped me and padlocked the back gate of his place, I could just about see what he was doing outside in the night the tinted lenses where a lot harder to see thought and this being the dock road the street lights were few and far between. He then reached in to his pocket and pulled out what looked like two pieces of A4 that had been folded in to quarters he looked at them I could just make out 1 had a G on it and the other a B he seemed to make a decision. He handed me the one with a G on it, Then reached into his other pocket and pulled out my car keys, I had forgetting all about them, the Dry suit had two pockets on the front legs for map’s and stuff and he opened one of them and put the keys side so I had both hands free, not that they were much use.

He motioned at me to open the paper as he did he walked over to a car opened it got in and drove off, I watched him drive off into the night, now I really was screwed, padlocked into this suit standing on the dock road I was totally fucked and you know what I was loving it.

I moved down the street a little to get under the street lamp, I did not want to attract to much attention but the road was empty no one live down this way anymore, only the odd truck driving past to get to the docks. The note was titled, Good Faggot I guessed the B not was for Bad Faggot.  It was simple and to the point.

Seeing as you behaved yourself I am going to tell you where you car is parked, you see when I took your clothes out to the car I really did put them in the boot, we both knew you would not need them and could not use them so it did not matter but what I did do. Was drive your car 2 miles down the road to just outside the centre of town and park it there under a street light.

Also seeing as you where a good boy you may remember the compound that was in your boots, It is used by large plant shops to store water in the soil, as you piss it will expand as it soaks your piss up, I recon there is enough in there to fill right up to the top of the legs of your suit, walking should become quite hard, let’s hope you get home safe.

Also The oil I rubbed in to your cock and arse, that was a numbing agent it will last no longer that 7 mins by the time you finish reading this note, Thou I would not worry about that the 2nd cream is the one you’re going to have to care about, Icy hot, I had to get it off the net just for you. Seeing as you like to rub deep heat into your balls I figured you would love this stuff it’s ten times as strong and last 4 times longer.  O being a faggot I know how you like to shove stuff where the sun don’t shine, so I guess you would love it up your arse as well.

Good luck

Fuck me, Fuck Me Fuck Me, I was right royally screwed, totally fucked over! How on earth was I going to cope with that up my arse never mind on my dick! Trust me the deep heat hurts enough but something 10 times stronger how long was I going to have to lay round in agony before it wore off?

Right I could stand round and think how screwed I was or I could get on with it. I started walking towards the car It would take me 20 mins or so to walk that far, the boots where still dry thou a bit heavy I could cope with them, It was hard going walking down the dock road in the dark I could barely see I don’t know how long I walked for but I did think it was strange I had yet to piss I had drank enough water to turn Snowdonia yellow.  

I made another few steps then it started, I could tell I was still hard, I could feel my dick again! Thou this was not good knew as I could start to feel my arse too.  It was heating up quite quick, now this was going to be bad. Then I saw down the street a group of guys round a bend and start walking towards me they must have been about 500 meters down the road, There was a bit of old scrub land that at one point was prob a knocked down house that was now full of bushes and such I quickly turned into it, pushed my way to the back and got down in the bushes they where  only waist high so to ide in the middle of them I had to get down on all fours like a dog, and that was when it hit me, the numbing agent had worn off. I could feel my dick again, it throbbed and bobbed it needed someone to paw one off. It felt good and bad at the same time.

I tried rubbing my crotch I knew it was no use thou I could not do it when I had my hand never mind a rubber coved mitten. Then I noticed that my activity was moving the bush, I shate myself, I may be deaf ant not able to her fuck all but those four lads where not going to be! I quickly stopped what I was doing and went as still as I could. I could not really see out the bushes so decided I would stay where I was count to 700 and then risk going outside again.

While I sat there counting all I could do was concentrate on the feeling in my dick my balls and my Arse, all of which well where really starting to give my agro now, my dick was still felling good it just kept pulsing demanding to be jacked.  Evenly thou the pain reached a point far beyond what I was used to and it soon over road the pleasure in my cock.

I was only just up to 150 so I knew I still needed to keep quite I concentrated on my breathing It was about all I could doand I was sucking down Air like there was no tomorrow trying to breath threw the pain, Never mind feeling like I was going to pass out I wished I would it was that bad, I did not care if that meant some tramp would find me asleep in his bush or if I had to walk the rest of the way to the car in day light, my eyes where now starting to tear up it was that bad, but I could not even mone or grown in case those lads where still about.

I don’t really know what happened next but I saw stars, I felt myself go somewhere else I was not really in my body any more, but I could tell my balls where pulled up right into me, my arse was on fire, and my cock was pumping away like there was no tomorrow.  I was emptying my balls in what had to be the most powerful orgasm I had ever had the mix of pain and pleasure was intense, the only problem was I was now just left with the pain.

I would hate to think I chickened out but my brain decided that it was best if I stayed floating outside my body for now.  The next time I was back in my body I could tell I was pissing myself, and pissing and pissing, it must have gone on for 5 mins. All that water went in and well now it was coming out I was coating myself with piss the front of the suit hung down as it filed up with piss as it pooled in it.

I was spent I had no energy left and suit was now full of piss, I wanted to be in a nice warm bed this was not fun or Horney any more, but I had to get home first.  I took a chance that there was no one around I stood up and the piss that had pooled in the top half of the suit now dropped in to both legs.

Then I remembered the powered in the boots, that absorbed water and I had just poured god knows how much on it, I felt it straight away there was now no space in my boot as it crushed my feet trying to expand around them. This was not good, the best option with the limited time as far as I could tell was to get on my back and hold my legs in the air, poring the stuff out of my boots and in to the leg’s of the dry suit allowing room in my boots for my feet once more.

Next time I stood up both legs where full of the stuff I felt like the Michelin man I could hardly bend them as they were surrounded on all side by this powered which had now swelled to fill both legs. I diced to press on rather than dwell on it, Now the only way to walk was to do a short of goose step keeping my legs straight it was hard working lifting the heavy boots into the air all the time and it was making me even more tired, I was sweating like a pig adding more water the powered making it heavier as I went.

10 Hard long minutes later, I could see my car under a street light as he had said it would be, As I came along side my heart sank, the front tyre was flat, at first I thought some bastard had slashed it but with much effort I worked out that someone had let the air out of it. I knew what was going to be next, but I walked round the car any way, all 4 where flat and I did not have a foot pump or any way to blow them up.

At this point I just wanted off the street and to sit down so I did my best to open the Velcro pocket on the leg and fish around with my mitts, I could not really feel anything, but had to randomly grab to see if I had manage to get my keys or not.  Once I got them I managed to open the car at least the battery was not flat.  As I opened the driver side door, I saw a folded note on the seat. I picked it up and got in, FUCKING HELL is what I would have scrammed out at the top of my voice the moment my arse hit the seat my ring was killing me. I had not really noticed before now but fuck me it hurt to sit down.
I shut the car door and felt safe in my own little space, the first time I had felt safe since leaving the shop.  The note said. If you got the good Faggot note, I am sorry if you got the Bad Faggot note, tough shit. By now you must have noticed all 4 tyres are flat, bad luck old chap, but I did not know how tired you would be at this point so felt the need to point it out. In case you just drove off on 4 flats. “God he was all heart”, seeing as I am such a nice guy I left you a foot pump in the boot, Thou I am afraid I could not find the key to that padlock ether.

I did not want to move, but I had to not only to get home to try and get out of this, but I also knew the dog would be at home waiting for his walk and his dinner, one of which he would not be getting to night at this rate. I got out of the car stiffly went round the back and opened the boot, there was a foot pump, with a small chain attaching it to large lump of iron it looked like cannon ball only a bit bigger.

I reached in to lift it out, It weighed a fucking ton next time my body says leave it this time, I might just listen to it. It’s hard to grab hold of it with to mittens for hands it’s not like I can spread my fingers out and reach around it to lift it all I have to sort of balance it on my grouped fingers and title a little bit towards my thumbs but not so much its massive weight forces my thumbs to give way and it roles away from me.

With my legs effectively in splints thanks to that water absorbing powered there is no way I can think of bending legs and lifting the correct way, I have to try a dead lift using my arms only and take the strain on my back, not good. With some effort I managed to get it up and on to the boot lip, thou the next problem is how to get it to the ground, where I can role it with no way to bend my legs in any useful way, I decided it was best to just drop it on the floor. So I spread my legs, so it did not break my foot and let it go, making sure it rolled out of the car and not back into the boot.

Big mistake,  I had only been thinking about the hard part getting the ball out not the easy part the foot pump on the short chain, well you can guess what happened when I drop a large lead ball between my legs, the next thing I knew I was on the ground in pain grabbing my bollocks. Ofc the dam pump had whipped up out of the boot and hit me in the crotch, owing to the weight of the massive lead ball it hit me with some force and I was now on the floor in pain once more.

A few moments followed in silence now this would be the point I would have sworn and ff’ed and blinded, but talking was not an option with my teeth in some sort of clay. I said to myself “Its your own fault” and decided to just get on with, It was hard to stand up and I was only going to have to bend over to attach the pump so I just pushed it along crawling along the ground in a sort of sit up with my legs straight.

My thoughtful “friend” had put the dust caps back on all the wheels so they did not get lost, but that meant at least 10 minutes of struggling for me to untwist the dam things with thick rubber mittens it was not easy, and I was really starting to sweat again and I had to piss, no point holding it in at this point.

After spending 10 minutes to get the first one off, I finally attached the pump, and spent what must have been another 10 or 15 minutes pumping the tyre up maybe longer I had no way to measure time at this point, but you try pumping a foot pump when you cannot bend your leg, I kept having to do a sort of jump with on leg so I could use my weight on the other leg straight to push it back down it was killing me and I still had 3 more to go.

After the first one was done, I flung the dust cap in the boot, no way I was putting it back on. I managed to do the other two wheels with much the same level of difficulty in much the same time. I was now doing the last front wheel I was standing out in the road, now with the lens on and it being so dark I could not really such beyond the area illuminated by the street lamp.
It was too late before I noticed the car pull up next me, I could not hear it running put I saw my shadow as it was cast upon my own car, my heart sank how the fuck was I going to deal with a norm at this point I was knackered with no way to communicate other than hand jesters and could not hear anything any one would say to me.

I turned round thinking it was best to take the intuitive, luckily with the street light behind me I could make out the driver clearly a lad no older than 20 more likely 18 in a beat up old Orion the scaly type who always wear trakies no matter what the weather is and more than likely have their hand glued to their cock no matter where they are or what they are doing, you see them with to hand down their kecks any where you go in Liverpool.

He got out of his car and asked me if I was alright, well that’s what it looked like the best I could see from reading his lips. I took my hands and put them over my ears, then one over my mouth and put my hand above my eyes as if I was looking far away to try and indicated limited vision.

He seemed to get it the bright lad that he was,  and mouthed flat, I nodded I could see he wanted to ask what had happened, but it was my lucky day and he just mouthed stag with a knowing nod. Seeing my easy way out, I just gave him a resigned nod.

Before I could even say anything else, he was round next to me pumping away and talking at the same time, but he was going so quick I could not really make out what he was saying, I could only make out something about his brother and guess he was telling me about his brother stag do.

He had pumped it up to 35 psi in a few mins and I was glad, it was one wheel I did not have to do, he bent over to take the pump off the wheel, I saw him laugh as he noticed what the pump was attached to. But too his credit he just picked it up and put in the boot for me. I was waiting for this to go wrong, but he closed the boot and then proceeded to even put the dust caps back on for me. I just stood their useless as I did not really know what to do with myself as this lad went round sorting everything out for me.

He then walked over to me with purpose and reached out to me, and grabbed the big silver padlock in his hand to give it a tug, he then said one min and held up his hand with one finger and went to his boot, this was starting to be too good to be true.  He came back with a set of bolt cutters smaller and less industrial looking than my own. He came back over to me with a thumbs up and tried to cut the lock that kept me in the suit I could see him turn read in the face. He was not going to do it the lock, could stand up to angle grinder never mind them cutters.

He shook his head in resigned way to let me know he was not going to be able to help with this problem, but then took me by surprise and took me by the shoulders and spun me round, I felt him messing around at the back of the suit, he then came around in front of me, he had managed to cut the padlock on the arse zip, which I had not even thought about, being the least of my worries.

He held up for me to see and nodded and did a thumbs up which was really the only thing you could do in big rubber mittens. He lashed it in to the street and looked in at his watch, I could tell this was about as much good will as I was going to get out of him, but was thank full ether way.  I offered him my hand to shake, as means of thanks as it was all I could really do and he understood that I understood and he went back to his car got in a drove off.

With the car ready I was ready to go home, but I a thought did occur to me that if the arse zip was now free to be opened, that I could lay on my back and dump all the water and whatever else was in the legs out thought the arse zip.  

It was not easy reaching round, the zip on the arse was nothing special and to my surprise it turned out to be a proper water proof set up with not one put two zips.  It took a few goes of grabbing the zip and then pulling with too much force for the rubber covered mitts to slip off the small zip pull before I managed to get both zips fully open.  I laid down in the street on my back and lifted my legs into the air, while holding the gap in the arse open as far as it would go, I must admit it was nice to get that cool air inside the suit and on my poor arse hole, thou it was chilly being November and all.
Small green balls started falling out my arse in a big wave and over the road, they looked like those ones you see in flower Varese when someone buys flowers, I am guessing it was the same tec only used as unintended.  With lots of shaking and standing and lowing and rising of legs I managed to get 90% of them out of the suit, the road was now A wash with little green balls and every time I stood on a clump I had to be careful not to trip, I did not want to go flying and nock myself out not dressed like this any way.

I decided it was prob best to at least pull the outer zip back up and close the suit for the drive home before I got in the car, that prob took another god knows how long of pulling and slipping out of my hands. Thou I was glad to be able to bend my legs and did a few deep knee bends and it was now going to be safe to drive home, where as I did not fancy it when I could not bend my legs.

Thankfully the car started first time and I set off on my way home, I then thought about the toll booth, reaching around in the side door pocket of the car where I kept the fast tag for the tunnel. I put my hand in and could not find it at first, but was very thankful when my mitted hand managed to find the tag, saying I was relived was an understatement. I only had folding in my wallet and the machines only took coins, I did not fancy pulling up to the manual window and handing over a 5iver for change.

The drive home was uneventful thank fully thou my hart did skip a beat as I was stuck at the auto lane in the tunnel waving my fast tag round in the air like I just don’t care, trying to get the dam reader to pick it up so I could get away from there asap.

I pulled up outside my place, and reached over to get my house keys out of the glove box with my mobile and wallet, I shate myself when I Could not feel the keys and some random thrashing around did not make contact with them, now I should explain that I rarely use the car, in fact I recently sold my nice car and bought and old hep when I realised I was only driving once a month to go shopping normally I use my motor bike, it has that added advantage that you can drive thought the Mersey tunnel for free on a bike saving me £70 a month in tunnel fees  

Now I could barely see a thing in the car so decided I was going to have to bite the bullet and turn on the in car lights so I could see, this ofc came with the down side of lighting me up so that anyone in the street could see me sitting in the car outside my house dressed like a gimp.  O and there is police station about 10 doors down from where I live just to top it off!
With the light on I could just about make out a packet of something in the corner, It was long and silver and about as long as my keys, I reached in and pulled it out to hold it up into the light, that bastard!  It was my keys rapped in duct tape; how the fuck was I going get them out, with my hands in mittens like this I had no finger nails to unpeel the tape.

I turned off the light and sat there and dark thinking how I was going to overcome this little challenge. The best idea I could come up with that did not involve knocking at next doors house and asking them to do it for me, was to take the car key and stab at it and rub it and attack it, and just have at it with as much brute force as I could.  

Although a bastard there was only 3 layers of tape on the key’s and with a lot of hard work I managed to get my keys out of the tape, thou my legs where now covered in little bits of tape as was the car seat and my car keys.  
I took a quick look around and jumped out the car and up to the house, unlocking the door was a bit of a fumble with covered hands but I managed it, then the hard part I had to use my thumb to type in the code for the house alarm before I set it off, with having a dog the motion sense where off most of the time but it would still go off if someone kicked a door in or broke a window.

With the front door shut behind me I dropped to the floor and sat with my back to the front door with my head in my hands, the full weight of the evening’s events dawning on me so far had just been about getting home, but I still had to get out of the suit without having to cut it off.

I could not wallow in self pity for too long, on the other side of the frosted glass vestibule door I could see the familiar sight of large tail wagging backwards and forwards waiting for me, poor Jay must have been trapped inside for ages now, it was more than likely well past his time for a walk, and I was fully expecting a pool of piss on the floor.

I picked myself up and opened the door to be greeted by a very excited dog, until he noticed the face mask which seemed to put him off slightly but at this point I think he was just desperate for attention and to go out, So I proceeded to the back door and let him out and while he was out, set about finding the can opener and making him something to eat, even thou all I really wanted to do was sleep and hope that divine inspiration brought me a way out.

When I finally got round to looking at the clock it was 10 pm that meant It had taken me 5 hours to get suited and home. I really wanted to eat but that was not going to happen and I did manage however to dip the tube on the mouth gag into a glass of water and have a drink, I wish I had some of those energy drinks around, but I did not really like fizzy drinks so only normally drank water at home. I was not going shopping, even if Tesco was 24 hour.

Once the dog had has his dinner I just ended up sprawled out on the couch with him sat on top of me, he need the company and it was not his fault I was trapped like this but mine, so I did not think it was fair to make him suffer so I shoved the TV on, and two of us lay there on the couch till I passed out.

I woke up in a panic my throat was dry I could not breath there was great weight on my chest and I could not feel my fingers or my face. Jay jumped off me and I remembered where I was and why.  I kicked him out into the garden it was around 2pm I had slept most of the morning.  It was unlike Jay to lay in this long, but I guess he must have sensed I needed the sleep, thou I had no Idea how he could tell it was me, in all this rubber he must not have even been able to smell me.

I needed a morning piss, so decided that I would open the arse zip and sit on the loo, I hooked my dick with my hand and pissed, it did not really matter if I pissed on my arm, it was not going to get wet and I could always jump in the shower.
Which I ended up doing I put the shower to cold and washed the outside of the suit it was great to cool down, I decided to shove the shower head in the arse zip and zip it up and then let her rip, the legs of the suit filled with water it felt great it was like having a standing bath, if I put my hand around the nozzle I could stop most of it from leaking out and it filled up behind the open zipper and around my chest and then down my arms, It was great to feel clean and get the sweat washed off me, My nipples thanked me greatly they were so raw from the constant rubbing of the underside of the leather braces.

As fun as this was it was time to get serious half the day was gone and I was still inside this suit, I turned the shower off and undid the zip a great torrent of water spilled out the suit I held my arms in the air to drain the sleeves of the suit and then had to lay on the floor of the shower with my feet in the air to empty the legs a few green balls spilled out as well.

It was a bit strange to stand there with a towel and dry my rubber skin but I did not want water over the rest of the house it was not waterproofed like me. Once down stairs I was meat by wagging tail holding a lead, knowing that we normally went out after my shower, it was hart braking to disappoint him but I had other things I needed to do.

I had heard the post man while I was in the shower so decided to see what had come, giving myself more time to think about how to get out. Usual junk mail and hand addressed letter with no stamp and just the word’s “Dry suit Gimp” on it, I had to get steak knife out of the kitchen to open it.

It was a mock flyer for a sale at the dive shop, showing a diver in heave chains at the bottom of a tank, with the words sale above it. Below “we are having a fire sale on keys we have one left special rates available.”  With instructions to text the number below, by 6pm if I wanted to take up the offer.

I put it down on the radiator and went in search of bolt cutters I had purchased as ultimately this would make me decision for me. I sat with my back against the wall and position the cutters in place and then had to lean forwards to grab both handles and push, no joy, I tried a different hold with the handles in front of my face but and push and pushed till I was read in the face and a little faint the tubes restricted how much air one could get and I was starting to feel light headed.

I was not going to manage this myself, my options where to take him up on his offer or to call a lock smith.  That was going to involve rather a lot of problems trying to get one to me without being able to speak or hear and cost me around £200 to get it picked. I did not have £200 to be spending on lock smiths.

I found my phone luckily it used a stylus so it was fairly easy to send him a mail enquiring if he had any keys left and what the price was.. . I got a text back saying the price was 24 hours of my time,  I sent him a text back agreeing I thought it best to try and start as soon as possible.  

The next text said be on your knees in your hall for 8 pm, That would mean I need to make arrangements about the dog, I sent some texts off and eventually found a sitter I said I would leave the keys under the back gate and would they be sure to take jay out for a longer walk as he would need it.

Seeing as my arse was now free I decided to give myself a good clean out, I was not sure if he would be happy or not that I had gotten that zip open but I was sure now it was he might just want to make use of it.

When it got to 7:45pm I put the dog in the living room put the keys in place so he could be walked hid my wallet and phone so it looked like I was out to my mate, and decided it was prob best just to take house keys with me, I turned off the lights and knelled in place and put my keys on the floor to my right where they could be seen, I left the front door unlocked.
I don’t know how long I spent there but my knees where dead when the door was eventually pushed open it was dark out and in the house so there was not enough light for me to see thought the lenses in the hood.

The figure must have seen my keys as I could just about make out a figure pick them up and pocket them before I was patted on the head, I did not think that this was the same guy as he was just not the right shape.

He then proceed to put a heavy steel collar round my neck and padlock it in place followed by a set of hand cuffs to keep my hands in place.  And then finally blind fold I was tugged by the collar up and I guessed this meant stand. He pulled me out of the house and then stopped me while he shut my front door, I was pushed and pulled until I felt metal on my shins guessing I was up against the back of a van, I stepped up and into it, where I was then pushed down on my knees and then finally lowered on to my stomach I could feel my legs being tied off spread eagle and then chain against my collar pulling me the other way I was now stuck there till some one set me free.

A bumpy ride later, I felt the china holding me down being undone and I was once again dragged to my feet I was lead out of the van and the blind fold was removed I could see where in the dive shop car park.  This was well lit so I could see quite well now and could easy tell it was not the same guy who had put me in this suit but was in fact the young scaly lad form the night before who had helped me, with on hand on my lead and one hand down his trakie bottoms on his cock he lead me into the shop.

He led me to another part of the shop I had not see before and over to what looked like a water tank in the floor he stopped me by the edge, I wanted to ask so many questions at this point but could not. He disappeared out of view and I felt my hands uncuffed, and he took off the steel collar. I stood waiting it was the only thing I could do. I felt him at my feet placing on a set of huge 2 inch thick leg maniacal connected by a huge chain they weighed a tone. I would not be walking far in these. Next he came over and put some sort of dive helmet on me but the sort you see deep see divers wearing with a glass plate in it. I felt him pressurise it I was now breathing off an oxygen line leading off a real off to one side, there was a hell of a lot of line there for such a small room.

Next a thick heavy collar was placed around my neck I could not tell if it was the same one but with the diving helmet on it acted like a posture collar and forced me to hold my head straight up. He then placed two large manacles on my wrists that again weighted me down,  but these did not have  a chain, but he came back with one held it against me, he did not like it for some reason and swapped it for another. He then place one end threw the o ring on the collar and padlocked each end to a cuff, he proceeded to pull my left hand to my hip and on to the padlock, The idea was to show me that I could reach it but I did not yet know why.

He walked me over to the tank and had me stand there, I could tell he had turned on the lights in the tank and he proceeded to push my head forward so I could see down while holding me from behind tom make sure I did not fall in. It was deep very deep the markings on the side made out it was 25 meters deep, he stood me back up and showed me a key then held a note in front of my face “your key”, then the key again, I could tell what was coming next he dropped it to the bottom of the tank. If I wanted the key I was going for a swim. Worse was to come however, he ten held up a bucket in front of my face so I could see it and proceeded to poor the contents into the tank, It was full of fucking keys all the same! My heart sank as the task before me started to take shape, I would have to try each key to see if was mine which thick rubber mittens on at the bottom of a tank using my softpaw.

However it was to get worse, much worse he undid the arse zip on the suit and pulled me into a squat, like I was having a dump on the side of the tank,  he then proceed to push a very large put plug up my arse as far as he could and when it would go no further he stop pushing it up and just pushed down on my shoulders till my legs push out in front of me and I fell right ton to it, I screamed that much that you could hear it even with the gag. This was a fucking monster in my arse tearing me in two!

He helped me up quickly all of a sudden his pace seamed to change once he got into me, I felt his hand now with gloves go round the side of the suit and coat my dick in cream, and rub it into my piss slit. Once done with the same speed and efficiencies as before he zipped up the suit held a padlock in front of my face and then proceeds to lock the back zip once more.

Another note, you have 24 hours to find your key, we won’t be sending the ladder down to get you out until the time is up, if don’t find your key in the time allowed you will have to be cut out, only one is yours, good luck.

I gowned at the thought, but before I could realise what was going on I was shoved into the tank and fell to the bottom, with all the steel in my boots and on my body I hit the bottom with a thud, the floor was full of keys all looking the same, then the lights went out, the bastards turned the fucking lights out I was going to have to do this in the dark!

I decided it was best to try and push all the keys to my left and then throw them away to my right, so set about pushing them all over to one side when it started. A burning sensation in my arse, followed by my dick, I spent the next 40 minutes in the foetal position on the floor of the tank in agony I would have cut my dick off to get rid of the pain, thou my arse probably hurt just as bad if not worse with the massive over sized plug in me, both had been coated with icy hot. I cried like a little girl I just wanted to go home at this point sorry I had ever gotten myself into this trapped at the bottom of  a tank laying in darkness on a bed of keys.

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With That, Visiting Time Is Over.

What Ever You Do Don’t Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

~Rubberasylum

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Sleepsack and Drysuit Bondage By Rubbergator

August 19, 2011 in Inmate: RubberGator, Rubber, Rubber Pictures

My Fellow Inmates,

 

 

Yes, yes… I know some of you were hoping to tune in today and hear me bits about the witchhunts on FA ay the moment… I shall, but frankly this is a lot more entertaining.

You see, Rubbergator, who has been a contribtor of ours before, nudged me last night with a new pile of pix from a scene he did last weekend, adn after viewing these, I could so handle being the boy in the sleepsack… for hours and hours and hours…

“I want up, I’m bored, tired, sore, and soaked in sweat”

“Aww, thats cute, let me inflate that gag a bit more.”

WOOF!

With That, Visiting Time Is Over.

What Ever You Do Don’t Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

~Rubberasylum

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Rubber Stories: The Experimental Diving Suit Parts 1-6

April 7, 2011 in Inmate: RubberAsylum, Rubber Stories

>My Fellow Inmates,


In the continuing efforts of sharing some of the best on the net with you, here is another one of my favorite rubber stories. The author used real people or, well, real online names to torment his character.


It still makes for a great story. 


…And One of Asylum’s favorites.




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The Experimental Diving Suit Parts 1-6
by BoyRubber




The following is a true story of the future! It is dedicated to all those kinky perverted guys of the “Lone Star Rubber Corps.”

West Coast Rubber 2006 was over, and boyrubber returned home as spent as an empty repeating rifle, and as dry as Desert Hot Springs in July. So many rubbermen, so little time! Among the hottest, of course, was Aqualaboy, 6 foot 4 inches of latex covered heaven.

Throwing his suitcases filled with gear on the bed, boyrubber attacked his mound of e-mail (mostly spam and invoices), when he came across one unexpected but not unwelcome message from none other than Aqualaboy. The subject line read, “The Experimental Diving Suit.” It was an invitation by Aqualaboy to join his kinky perverted gay diving group, the “Lone Star Rubber Corps,” for a weekend of diving fun, and inquired whether boyrubber would have any interest in evaluating their new experimental diving suit.

boyrubber replied immediately, excited by the prospect of manflesh encased in Viking and Aquala, but admitted to Aqualaboy that boyrubber had no experience diving. Aqualaboy’s reply was direct and to the point, the invitation was being made specifically because of boyrubber’s lack of experience. The Corp felt that only someone with no experience could give a truly objective appraisal. boyrubber wrote back excitedly accepting the invitation, agreeing to evaluate the suit and asking what he needed to bring with him. Aqualaboy replied to bring only the clothes he needed to travel because the Corp had plenty of spare suits, and besides, boyrubber would be wearing the experimental suit for much of the weekend anyway. There was, however, an odd postscript. Aqualaboy requested that boyrubber have all of his hair waxed off for the evaluation, as the suit could be hot to wear, so fur removal was required. The instruction seemed strange, but boyrubber was so excited by the offer that he complied without questioning it further. Four weeks and several very painful hours at the local aesthetician later, a smooth boyrubber was off the plane and heading to a secluded spot on the coast of Texas.

The excitement of anticipation showed on boyrubber’s jeans as he drove his rented car to the wharf where he was to meet Aqualaboy and his gang. It wasn’t hard to spot them, a large crowd all encased in various drysuits, wetsuits, hardhat suits and a few suits that defied description, but which boyrubber was sure were made of rubber too.

boyrubber practically threw himself out of the car, not even sure he had turned the thing off, and made a bee-line for Aqualaboy whom he recognized from his handsome photographs on Rubberzone.com! boyrubber was obviously expected, but his welcome was unexpected…

“I thought I told you to get rid of ALL of your hair,” stated Aqualaboy sternly, as he reached to shake boyrubber’s outstretched hand.

“I DID,” protested boyrubber, “had every hair waxed, and it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch!”

“What do you call THIS,” yelled Aqualaboy as he tugged on some of the fine black fur making up boyrubber’s neat flattop. “I suppose this is imaginary hair!”

“Surely, you didn’t want me to have my head waxed?”

“Look,” declared Aqualaboy, “either you take this test seriously, or you shouldn’t have come. I thought I was quite clear in my instructions. The suit will be hot. No fur allowed. Heat retention, highly dangerous!”

“but, but…” stammered boyrubber.

“No problem, Bob here, is a barber by trade. Ain’t that right Bob?”

“Yup,” replied a tall man in a black rubber apron and matching industrial gloves standing a few feet away, “Got my equipment in my bag here for just such an emergency.”

“Right then,” answered Aqualaboy quickly, “that’s all settled.” It may have been settled in Aqualaboy’s mind and in Bob’s mind, but it was not at all clear in boyrubber’s mind. Nevertheless, boyrubber thought it was better to let the matter rest for the time being. “Time to get our subject suited up, men,” announced Aqualaboy to the gathered crowd. “Take off all of your clothes, boyrubber.”

“Here?” replied a confused boyrubber, “Out in the open, in front of everyone?”

“Don’t be shy,” smiled Aqualaboy, “we’ve seen it before. Just place your clothes in that bag.” Aqualaboy motioned to a black bag begin held by Jason who was wearing a black beaver-tail wetsuit complete with flippers, and holding a plastic bag that looked remarkably like a garbage bag. boyrubber complied slowly, neatly folding his clothes in a stack on the pier. Jason scooped them up, bagged them, and to boyrubber’s surprise, tied the end of the bag and deposited it in a black metal barrel labeled ‘trash.’ Seeing boyrubber’s perplexed face, Aqualaboy explained that the barrel was the Corp’s storage container for their guests’ valuables.

“Now,” uttered Aqualaboy to the Corp, “Who’s got the security device?”

A man stepped forward from the crowd. He was wearing a one piece yellow rubber suit with attached gloves and boots, with no apparent way of entering the suit. Hanging down from the front of the suit was the distinct outline of male genitalia, apparently housing the man’s family jewels. The significance was lost on boyrubber for the moment. The man identified himself as Alan and boyrubber now saw that he was carrying some small metal object.

“Alan, would you do the honors?” asked Aqualaboy, and turning to boyrubber, stated nonchalantly, “we’ve had some problem with previous test suits, where the subject soiled the suit.” Looking at boyrubber’s uncomprehending face, he continued, “soiled…do I have to spell it out for you?” Several chuckles and a few outright laughs emitted from the men. “This device makes sure that this expensive suit is in the same condition when we finish, as when we start.”

“What does it do,” boyrubber inquired innocently, hoping the answer was not what he suspected.

“Keeps you from getting over excited, and creaming the suit. Please proceed, Alan, time is wasting.” And with that, Alan came forward as did two rather large men in identical green frogmen suits complete with flippers and snorkel masks. The frogmen stood close on either side of boyrubber, as if to handle any trouble. The intimidation worked perfectly, and boyrubber held still as his man parts were handled without the least dignity. Fortunately, boyrubber was shy and the attention caused his manhood to shrivel up, making the procedure go more smoothly. Quickly, boyrubber was fitted with a steel tube attached to a rather tight matching steel cockring. The tube has a small opening in the tip, and a short stub of a tube with threading for mating with some unknown instrument. The cockring was fixed in place with two small screws that were countersunk into the rim of the cockring. Unbeknownst to boyrubber, Alan added a drop of epoxy to the screw holes before he implanted the screw ready to answer the question as to why with his stock answer, ‘so that the screws don’t come out accidentally,’ but never receiving the usual question. At the moment, boyrubber had more to worry about for, as his manhood recovered in size, suddenly, sharp, piercing pain emanated from the enlarging head of his cock. A loud protest followed, whereby the two frogmen moved in for support and Alan explained that the end of the tube was lined with small spikes to discourage suit soiling. All routine really, nothing to worry about. The pain subsided as boyrubber’s cock inevitably shrunk back, and Alan and Aqualaboy nodded to each other confirming that the procedure was completed.

“The suit is designed for extremely cold water dives,” explained Aqualaboy to boyrubber who was still examining the steel prison on his manhood, “so you need to fitted up with glove liners for the gloves that are attached to the suit.” With that, a member of the Corp stepped forward and presented Aqualaboy with a pair of black rubber items that seems to boyrubber to be very strange gloves indeed. First they had no visible fingers, and second, they seemed to have a locking strap around the wrist band. “Here,” offered Aqualaboy holding out the first glove to boyrubber, “there’s no right and left, either hand will do.” boyrubber held out his right hand and, before he could withdraw it, found his hand encased in a sheath of thick black rubber, fingers and thumb together, the glove zippered from knuckles to wrist, and the zipper locked to a wrist band around the wrist with a small padlock.

“Why are you locking the glove?” ask boyrubber, “and why doesn’t it have any fingers? Hell, I can’t even bend my fingers. How am I supposed to function under water?”

“Novice,” stated one Corp member. “Where did you get him, Aqualaboy?” asked another.

“There, there, guys,” answered Aqualaboy, “boyrubber’s here to learn.” And then, turning to boyrubber, Aqualaboy explained that the hand ends of the diving suit were made for swimming and keeping the fingers together helped displace water, kind of like fins for the hands. The locks were necessary to prevent accidental slippage of the gloves during diving. In any case, while Aqualaboy was soothing boyrubber’s fears, the second glove was placed and locked and the issue became academic anyway.

“Who’s got the list?” Aqualaboy yelled to the Corp members. An unseen voice from behind read out ‘drainage!’ “Right ‘o,” replied Aqualaboy, “Loren, aren’t you in charge of plumbing today?” A Corp member dressed in an all black diving suit but wearing a gasmask with a hose extending two foot down came forward with what appeared to boyrubber to be a nearly foot long dildo in the shape of an erect penis with black tubing coming out of the bottom. boyrubber did NOT like the look of this, and turned his head a little to see if the frogmen were still at his side. They were.

Loren took the end of the tubing and, using a screw connector, attached it to the fitting on the tip of boyrubber’s security device. Then, Loren motioned for boyrubber to turn around. “Why,” questioned boyrubber, “what do you intend to do with that monster?”

“You may be in the suit for awhile, boyrubber,” explained Aqualaboy, “can’t have you peeing in the suit. We members of the Lone Star Rubber Corps are very environmentally conscious. We strongly believe in recycling. RIGHT boys?” ‘Right!’ and ‘You betcha!’ came several replies. “Anyway, we’ve found that the most practical solution is for the diver to hold his own piss, that is of course, IF he needs to go during the dive.” There were more chuckles from the Corp members. The foreshadowing was entirely lost on boyrubber.

“Why can’t I just use a leg bag,” pleaded boyrubber, becoming too aware of what the ‘boys’ had in mind.

“tsk, tsk,” replied Aqualaboy, “the suit won’t fit right with a leg bag. We can’t have any drag in the water!” ‘Not unless you count that episode with the tutu last year’ whispered someone behind boyrubber.

Without further discussion, Loren motioned for boyrubber to turn around. Not complying fast enough, the frogmen lifted poor boyrubber up and placed him in the proper orientation, and then bent him over holding him by the neck. boyrubber felt the cool wetness of lube being injected into his hole in great quantities, and then, with a warning ‘take a deep breath’ felt the monster push open his sphincter and snake its way in farther and farther. Finally, boyrubber took the whole thing in, and Loren proceeded to wipe off the excess lube around boyrubber’s stretched hole. What boyrubber didn’t witness was Loren’s application of some waterproof glue around the hole and Loren’s firm pressing of the flange of the invader against boyrubber’s butt until it was sealed in place. What boyrubber also didn’t appreciate was that the invader had a second channel, then not attached to anything, but not to be long unattached.

“Let’s see now,” declared Aqualaboy, “secured, gloved and replumbed. Yup, who’s got the anti-bends vest?” An odd looking garment of rubber covered canvas was put into his hands and he passed it to boyrubber telling him to put it on. “This device is our Corp’s own invention, an ‘anti-bends vest.’ We had quite a bit of trouble with diver’s getting back trouble from bending too much, hence the vest. It should stop unnecessary bending and solve the problem!” Even with his hand now fixed into closed mitts by the glove liners, boyrubber could tell that there were closely spaced steel stays between the layers of rubber and canvas. boyrubber tried to put his mitts through the arm holes, but Alex immediately stopped him and turned around the vest so that the opening was in the back. “Alex here is an investment counselor,” mentioned Aqualaboy motioning to the man handling the vest, “so we put him in charge of investments!” boyrubber did not find any humor in this though some members of the Corp snickered. Once in the vest, Alex produced a thick strand of wire several feet long and proceeded to lace it through the eyelets lining the opening at the back of the vest starting with the bottom of the vest. Every couple of eyelets, Alex gave a tug on the wire drawing it tight around boyrubber’s body, and continued to lace until he reached the eyelets at the top of the neck.

“Hey,” complained boyrubber, “what the hell are you doing? You’re going to break my bones. Not so tight!” Alex stopped tightening the vest, apparently waiting for that reaction to gauge when his first job was completed. Alex’s second job would come soon enough. Alex carefully bent the excess wire backward and cut off all but about 6 inches of the excess.

“Time to get suited up,” declared Aqualaboy, “I’ll bet you can’t wait boyrubber!” Actually, at this point boyrubber could have waited. He was beyond second thoughts and having third thoughts. But for the ever presence of the two frogmen, and the Corp crowd surrounding poor boyrubber, he might have made a break for it. Still, if the truth be told, boyrubber was a little curious to see the suit he had come so far to try on.

boyrubber didn’t have to wait long. With great ceremony, a Corp member in an orange hazmat suit complete with a radiation danger warning sign on the front, made his way through the parting crowd carrying the experimental diving suit all folded up into a neat small package. boyrubber was SHOCKED by what he saw!

Part 2

boyrubber did not at first recognize that this was the suit which he was to analyze as it did not appear to be a diving suit at all. Aqualaboy took the suit from the hazmat man and carefully unfolded it revealing a strange garment of alternating black and white stripes and smelling pungently of cured rubber.

“I can see you are wondering about our choice of colors,” Aqualaboy addressed boyrubber. “We found that this choice of alternating black and white stripes decreases the incidence of man-eating octopus attacks!” Be that as it may, boyrubber did get a first impression that the suit reminded him of an old-fashioned prisoner’s uniform. Further, boyrubber was a little disconcerted to see large “D” rings attached to the end of the mitts, on each shoulder and at the sides of the waist of the suit. The suit had a back entry shoulder to shoulder zipper, a high neck seal and a metal ring above the shoulders for attachment of an, as yet unseen, diving helmet. Aqualaboy held open the suit, but instead of asking boyrubber to come forward, he turned the hazmat man and nodding. At that signal, a couple of members of the Corp began pouring one bucket of a clear substance into another bucket ominously labeled “silicone synthetic rubber” and proceeded to stir the mixture with large wooden paddles. “The suit tends to get a little tight over time,” Aqualaboy stated now turning to boyrubber, “we use some industrial grade lubricant to overcome the problem.” This seemed odd to boyrubber because the suit looked a size too large for him, if anything, and boyrubber did not see how the suit could get that tight. While boyrubber was contemplating this information, the two Corp members finished their stirring and together carried the heavy load to the diving suit. At the direction of the hazmat man, the Corp members poured their mixture into the suit causing the two legs to expand fully up to the knees under their load of poured rubber. “That looks fine to start,” pronounced Aqualaboy, “step right this way boyrubber!”

boyrubber made no move to comply, instead stepping a little back from the suit. At that, and with another nod from Aqualaboy, the frogmen lifted boyrubber up by the armpits and frogmarched him to the suit. By now, boyrubber was fully petrified and only wanted to call the whole thing off. His suspicions that this was not what he was expecting originally had now turned into near total panic! Seeing that boyrubber would not be “cooperating” further, Aqualaboy did not even try with gain boyrubber’s cooperation but directed the frogmen to lift boyrubber up and place his legs into the suit. As boyrubber’s naked legs came in contact with the smooth thick rubber of the insides of the suit, he relaxed slightly, only to be reawaken when he feet made contact with the pools of liquid silicone rubber. Deeper and deeper, his legs were forced into the legs of the suit and, as they went in, the pools of silicone rubber expanded upward until they completely surrounded him to the upper thighs. Deftly, Aqualaboy went around the back of the suit pushed a rubber tube through a one-way valve in the crotch of the suit. Using a Christmas-tree connector, Aqualaboy connected one end of the tube to the heretofore unused second opening in boyrubber’s butt invader. Next, boyrubber’s gloved hands were pushed into the sleeves of the suit and his head was squeezed through the tight rubber neck seal and metal ring. The two Corp members came forward again and poured additional silicone rubber into the back of the suit, filling it to the waist.

With the assistance of the frogmen, boyrubber was then turned around, and shown a “chair” of sorts that had mysteriously appeared in the middle of the pier. The “chair was a black metal affair, with a ladder back and four reinforced metal legs, but no armrests, and with a seat that resembled that of a toilet. boyrubber was half escorted, and half dragged to the waiting chair and made to sit down by the application of some firm pressure on his shoulders. The unused end of the rubber tubing hung down through the opening in the seat like a tail, but only for a moment.

“Now then,” said Aqualaboy, “time for Alex to finish his job.” Alex reached into the back opening of the suit and, using his pliers, began twisting the wires at the top of the anti-bends vest once more causing howls of protest from boyrubber. “Look, boyrubber,” scolded Aqualaboy more than a little miffed, “I need and I EXPECT your cooperation here. When I count three, I want you to suck in that gut of yours and to exhale as completely as possible. Got it!?! Here we go…one…two…three… Good, a little more… Get all of that air out of those lungs of yours… a little more…” Just then, Alex went for the gold, twisting the wires several more times, thereby taking every bit of slack out of the vest and fixing poor boyrubber’s sucked in stomach and collapsed lungs in place. “VERY good,” congratulated Aqualaboy, “now that’s much better!” boyrubber gasped as he tried to expand his air starved lungs only to find that no amount of effort could force his chest to expand. He began choking. “Small breaths…small breaths,” advised Aqualaboy, “you need to learn to breath under the dangerous conditions that you might find during a dive. That’s right, don’t move, moving requires more oxygen, just concentrate on taking those small breaths and you’ll get used to the vest in no time.” It wasn’t like boyrubber had an option anyway. While boyrubber was gasping for oxygen and trying to get ‘used to’ his compressed state, Alex clipped the excess wire and cold welded the ends together forming a nice neat knot of metal at the top of the vest closure.

“I think we’re ready for the final filling, eh boyrubber!” said Aqualaboy addressing the cheering Corps. “Cum’on boys, let’s have a full bucket this time.”

“Please…please…no more,” begged boyrubber to Aqualaboy, “this lubricant seems to be getting hard. I can’t move my legs. They’re stuck!”

“BOYS!” shouted Aqualaboy to the men mixing the next bucket, “I thought I told you ‘lubricant!’ Did you make that stupid error you made the LAST time again?” At that, the ‘boys’ doing the mixing looked at each other distinctly downcast and nodded. “WELL!” said Aqualaboy, “guess there’s no time for a redo, so we might as well proceed, right?!?” “RIGHT!!!!” came the shout from the assembled crowd.

At that, the boys finished their mixing, and heaving the huge bucket of liquid silicone rubber, came over to the opening in the back of the suit. “Please…please…” cried boyrubber, “no more lubricant, please….” Two members of the Corp stepped forward and, grabbing the “D” rings attached to the end of the mitts containing boyrubber’s immobilized fingers, pulled the sleeves of the suit straight out to boyrubber’s sides. The boys then began filling the remainder of the suit with ‘lubricant,’ higher and higher, to the ribs, to the tits, and then bending boyrubber slightly forward, filled the sleeves of the suit until only the small area around the zipper remained lax. Putting down the bucket, which still contained a little unused liquid silicone rubber (note the blatant foreshadowing here), the boys carefully closed the zipper making sure not to spill any of the contents out of the suit. Next, unseen by boyrubber, the boys applied a good bit of rubber solvent around the zipper and quickly pressed a strip of matching rubber over the zipper, holding the strip in place until it permanently bonded with the suit.

Then, several of the Corp members descended on boyrubber almost on cue, actually it was on cue, forcibly crossing his arms straightjacket style and securing the mitt rings around his back and to the chair, while other members secured the shoulder rings and the waist rings on the suit to the chair also. These actions compressed the suit sufficiently to push the liquid silicone right up to the neck seal causing a belch of rubber tainted air to expel from the neck seal. The Corp members then smoothed out the wrinkled in the suit, making sure that there was silicone rubber between boyrubber’s skin and the rubber encasement of the suit he found himself in at all points. Obviously, this was not the first time that the Corp members had undertaken such a challenge, as their expertise practically oozed.

Stepping back to examine their handiwork, the Corp members congratulated themselves on a job well done…but of course, it was only half done….

Part 3

boyrubber was allowed to set up properly for a few minutes, but the heat released from the molding compounds solidifying around every inch of skin below his neck did not contribute to a calm relaxed state. Also not helping the situation was realization that he was being entombed as surely as if given a cement overcoat. Even tiny movements were becoming impossible. This whole episode ceased to have any redeeming quality about it, and…it was about to get worse…MUCH worse.

“Now,” exclaimed Aqualaboy, “time to clear off that bush!” Before boyrubber could protest again, Bob appeared at his side with an ominous bag labeled ‘clear cutting.’ Bob withdrew a rubber barber’s cape and spread it over the suit, fastening it tightly around boyrubber neck. “Don’t want to get the suit messy, do we?” Aqualaboy explained.

Wasting no time, a pair of noisy clipper’s made a neat path down the center of boyrubber’s flattop, followed by strips on either side until only the barest of stubble was visible. Next, boyrubber felt the unmistakable sensation of hot shaving lather being liberally spread over his entire scalp.

“Is this really necessary?” boyrubber gasped.

“It wasn’t me who didn’t follow directions,” replied Aqualaboy in an accusatory tone. What poor boyrubber didn’t realize was that it was not ordinary shaving lather covering his clippered scalp, but heavy duty depilatory cream guaranteed to prevent regrowth for several weeks. boyrubber had other things on his mind at that moment, as well as on his scalp, for he became aware of the distinct sound of a straight razor being finely honed on a strop followed by the order to ‘stay still,’ and then Bob’s expert hand carefully removing the lather and stubble. In a few short minutes the procedure was completed, and several members of the Corps stepped forward to feel the results. ‘A little fuzz here, Bob,’ and ‘You’re getting sloppy, Bob,’ were heard from the crowd.

“No problem, be cool,” Bob replied, “I’m sure boyrubber, here, wouldn’t mind if we gave it another go. How about another go at it boyrubber?” There was no reply from an incredulous boyrubber, but the crowd roared with enthusiasm and it was settled. Poor boyrubber’s head was unceremoniously relathered with depilatory cream, this time enough to do the job for several months, and Bob let the cream do it’s job for an extended time so as to get each and every follicle treated, before proceeding to shave boyrubber’s already smooth scalp against the grain, leaving only pink glass smooth skin behind. When Bob was finished, there was not a trace of 5:00 o’clock shadow, nor would there be for a very long time. After another “inspection” by several members of the Corps, there arose overwhelming praise for Bob’s handiwork. boyrubber would have a special reminder of his time with the Corps for many months to come, as well as developing a strong fetish for Fedoras.

“What’s next on the list,” Aqualaboy inquired. An unseen voice from behind read out ‘antisweat coating.’ “Oh yah,” responded Aqualaboy, “almost forgot the antisweat coating. See what you almost made me do with your failure to follow instructions,” chastised Aqualaboy shaking his finger at boyrubber. “WHO’S GOT THE POLISH?” called Aqualaboy. A man in a red and black Viking drysuit with a matching gas mask came to the front with a bottle, cloth and what appeared to boyrubber to be a buffing machine.

“WHAT are you doing?” sputtered boyrubber to Aqualaboy as the man spread a hefty layer of polish on boyrubber’s freshly shaven pate.

“The suit gets a little hot after awhile, and once the diving helmet is on, you won’t be able to stop any sweat from your head dripping into your eyes. Willi here is just sealing all of the skin pores on your head so you don’t sweat. No sweat, huh?!?” Aqualaboy laughed at his own humor but boyrubber didn’t find it amusing. Further, in his indignity at being treated this way, boyrubber was not aware of a slight pressing sensation before the first layer of polish was applied, where Willi had laid a stencil of indelible water-proof ink on boyrubber’s scalp labeling him number ‘69’ and with the test date below. In time, boyrubber would become aware of this souvenir of the test, but for now it was only important that the cameras recording the test could see the number and date clearly for future verification.

Once Willi began the polishing proper, he did not stop with polishing boyrubber’s depilitated scalp, but shined the entire rest of boyrubber’s head also, forehead, cheeks, jaw, ears lobes, and even sealing his tear ducts. At first, boyrubber tried to avoid the buffing pads as they were applied but, now firmly set-up in a coat of no-longer-liquid silicone rubber, boyrubber could not avoid the pads by the small movements of his head that were left to him, and gave up trying after a few halfhearted attempts. boyrubber might have put more effort into his attempts to evade the pads if he had known that the “polish” being used was really an industrial grade acrylic coating used for model show-room cars and designed for maximum sealing and shining. boyrubber could not, however, help noticing that his head and face were becoming very stiff, as the acrylic coating not only sealed his pores, but was drying to a marble-hard finish.

Willi continued to carefully buff poor boyrubber’s head until the shine was practically blinding, going over every spot several times, laying down two additional layers of polish and even changing the buffing pad once before he had satisfied the cheering crowd. Finally, everyone was satisfied, except boyrubber of course.

“Now then,” proclaimed Aqualaboy to boyrubber, “time to get your hydration tube put in place. Can’t have you getting dehydrated in the Suit, can we?” A small bundle was handed to Aqualaboy, who unfolded it to reveal what appeared to be a short, wide penis complete with veins attached to some kind of rubber strapping.

“WHAT are you going to do with that,” boyrubber asked afraid of the answer.

“I’ll show you,” responded Aqualaboy ominously. “Now now, boyrubber, open wide!” he requested of boyrubber bringing the head of the artificial phallus to caress boyrubber’s lips. boyrubber would have none of it. He shut his mouth tight and tried to turn away. Expecting trouble, however, a member of the Corps had positioned himself strategically behind boyrubber and, at a nod from Aqualaboy, performed a pinch maneuver behind boyrubber’s jaw, causing boyrubber to reflexly open his mouth. Without so much as two second delay, the phallus was shoved inside. “MMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHH,” protested boyrubber jerking his head side to side. Ignoring the commotion, Aqualaboy carefully inserted the rubber pads extending off the base of the phallus into boyrubber’s cheek pockets, and then with another nod, the Corps member standing behind boyrubber connected the strap and buckle arrangements,and snugly fixed the hydration tube in position. “MUCH better,” exclaimed Aqualaboy smiling proudly at his handiwork. There was still garbled noise coming from boyrubber at this point, partly because a tube extended from the exterior of the teeth plate all the way through the phallus, opening into the back of his throat, and this rather small connection did allow some unintelligible sound through.

Next, Aqualaboy was handed a large syringe with most of the reminder of the liquid silicone rubber that was foreshadowed in our last part, and inserted the tip of the syringe into a mating valve in the front plate of the phallus adjacent the opening of the tube. Slowly, steadily, and with increasing difficulty, Aqualaboy injected the contents of the syringe. Slowly, steadily and most unwelcomely, boyrubber found that the phallus was getting an erection of sorts, mostly to the sides, filling his oral cavity more and more completely. boyrubber’s teeth became cradled in ridges at the base of the phallus creating a tight seal. Even the cheek pads expanded giving poor boyrubber the appearance of a chipmunk. None of the Corps members made fun of boyrubber’s rodenty appearance, however, as they were too polite to mention it, and of course, it was not wholly unexpected.

As the artificial phallus got more excited, boyrubber made more and more pitiful noises and then became rather silent, for you see, the entire bottom of the phallus expanded into shark tiny points skewering boyrubber’s tongue and fixing it into position. Any tongue movement now would result in painful reminders to keep his tongue absolutely still, and that lesson was quickly learned. boyrubber was quite lucky not to have a gag reflex, or there surely would have been trouble. Yes, how could the Corp members have known this ahead of time? Had boyrubber’s reputation preceded him?

Finally, the injection was complete and in a few minutes the liquid silicone rubber would set up creating a very secure and very fulfilling oral plug around the as-yet-unused tube in the center of the artificial erect phallus. “Well,” commented Aqualaboy, “silence is golden!”

Yes indeed, silence was golden but at this time, boyrubber was only 12 karat. Much more would have to be accomplished before boyrubber could be declared fully 24 karat! Fortunately, the Corps were up to the task!

Part 4

This part of the story is dedicated to Rubberblade.

While Aqualaboy was waiting for the oral plug to finish setting up, a small table was placed in front of boyrubber. On the table was a small mortar and pestle. boyrubber watched intently and with much trepidation while Aqualaboy placed a few small blue pills in the mortar, crushed the pills throughly and then added some liquid to the powder he had created. Next, Aqualaboy took an empty syringe and drew every drop of the now blue liquid into the syringe. Flicking the end of the syringe to remove trapped air, Aqualaboy commented nonchalantly, “yes, that dose will do to start.” Aqualaboy then came over to boyrubber with the syringe while the table was removed from sight. He caressed boyrubber’s puffed out cheeks pushing in slightly and thumped boyrubber’s teeth plate. “You’re doing very well, boyrubber,” complimented Aqualaboy, “you must have been a tuba player in the past. You took the filling to near full capacity. Well done! And it seems that things have solidified nicely so we can move forward. I’ll bet you’re just as anxious as we are, huh?” Actually, boyrubber wasn’t anxious at all but the question was rhetorical, and in any case, boyrubber wasn’t about to get into a philosophical discussion with a grapefruit-sized oral plug filling every crevice in his mouth and cheeks.
“I am now going to inject the liquid in this syringe through the hydration tube in your oral plug. You’re going to feel a little squirt in the back of your throat and you must swallow as soon as you feel it so the liquid goes down correctly. This will be good practice because once your hydration unit is hooked up and functioning, you will be doing a lot of swallowing. Alright, on the count of three, we’ll do a little squirt so that you get the feel of it. One…two…three…” And with that the first test run of the hydration tube was initiated. As soon as boyrubber felt the liquid, he tried to swallow but reflexly moved his tongue causing the spikes lining the bottom of the oral plug to dig it painfully. boyrubber jerked his head in response, but he did swallow the liquid. “Not bad for a first try, boyrubber,” commented Aqualaboy, “it takes a little practice to swallow without moving your tongue, at least that’s what they tell me!!!!” Snickers rose from several members of the Corps standing nearby. “So, let’s try again, and concentrate on keeping your tongue steady while swallowing with your throat muscles…ana one…ana two…ana three…and WE’RE OFF!” The second squirt went in and boyrubber concentrated with all his might, managing to swallow with less tongue movement and only a shudder of his head. “Much better, right?” declared Aqualaboy admiringly, “I think we can get the rest in now, and here goes…!” The remaining contents of the syringe squirted into boyrubber’s hydration tube and hit the back of his throat. boyrubber swallowed quickly, this time keeping his tongue almost perfectly still and getting all of the liquid down without even a tiny movement of his head.

“WELL DONE boyrubber!!!” congratulated Aqualaboy. “Now, I guess you’re wondering about the liquid you just swallowed.” boyrubber was wondering but at that moment he was feeling a strange but not unwelcome sensation. He was getting a hard-on! “The liquid,” continued Aqualaboy, “was a concentrated dose of Viagra in a special solvent for rapid absorption. I’ll bet your feeling a little giddy already!!” It was true, boyrubber was feeling a little pleasure BUT THEN ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE!!!! The most sensitive part of his manhood encounter the spikes that we previously dealt with in Part I of our story, only now, boyrubber couldn’t shrivel up again from the pain. In fact, boyrubber continued to get harder and harder and couldn’t stop the process anymore than he could effect anything else that was happening. As his dick continued to grow, it pushed past the spikes which turned out to be a ring and the tender head of his cock moved inexorably forward to meet its fate at the end of the tube. “I see you gotten past the ring of spikes,” noted Aqualaboy seeing boyrubber’s jerking head movements, “and have encountered the urethral tube…and …yes, there we are, all the way to the end!” Aqualaboy based his assessment on the now frantic movements boyrubber was making with his head, the only part of his body not stiffly entombed. “Perhaps a little explanation is in order.” It may have been in order, but boyrubber’s only thought at that point was trying to communicate that something was terribly wrong. Some muffled screams could now be easily heard from boyrubber’s throat followed by involuntary tearing which, thanks to the plugged tear ducts, merely rolled down his acrylic covered cheeks, past the strapping of the oral plug and pooled in the creases of the neck seal of the experimental diving suit. “Just past the ring of spikes is a tube that has entered your urethra so that every drop of piss you produce will flow easily into the tube at the end of your security device and into your anal plug. Don’t want to spill a drop now, do we?!? Anyway, the lining of the end of the security device contains a few spikes, while actually a hundred spikes and they will make sure that the urethral tube stays in position during the test run of the suit.” What Aqualaboy didn’t ‘explain’ however, was that each of the hundred spikes was arrow tipped, so when they entered the flesh of poor boyrubber’s cockhead, the grabbed firmly and wouldn’t come out. Each tip has also been coated with an anticoagulant to prevent bleeding that might interfere with the test. And further, each spike in the ring of spikes pointed forward and was seated behind the fleshly corona of boyrubber’s cockhead, so that, the combination of the arrow tipped spikes and ring of spikes would have prevented retraction of boyrubber’s prick even if it became soft. Only the cruelest of sadistic perverts could have envisioned such a hideous device. But then, this was the Lone Star Rubber Corps after all.

Aqualaboy continued, “I know what you’re thinking boyrubber, what happens when the Viagra wears off, how is your urethral tube going to stay in place then? Don’t worry, your hydration fluid will contain additional doses of Viagra throughout the test period to keep your manhood erect as it should be….or as least as erect as your security device will permit!” And that was another thing, there was an unceasing battle between boyrubber’s cock shaft trying to expand and the metal prison which surrounded it. The metal prison won, of course, but boyrubber’s cock sure put up a good fight resulting in a feeling of continual compression that did not lessen in time. Still, as the minutes passed, the whimpering grew less even though tears continued to roll down.

As boyrubber struggled to keep his composure, a new character in our cast stepped forward into boyrubber’s line of sight. Aqualaboy brought him close and introduced him to boyrubber as ‘Sandy, the plumber.’ Sandy was wearing a full coverage Strak suit with zippered mouth and pinhole eyes, combined with very heavy industrial blue Le Chameau chest high sewer waders and matching blue shoulder length heavy duty acid proof gloves. A gas mask covered his face and a three foot tube extended from the inflow value with the end buried deep inside the chest waders. “Sandy here is our drain cleaning expert, a plumber by trade. No need to worry about making any mess. As you can see, Sandy is always ready for the worst spills!” boyrubber was actually less worried about spills at this point than he was about what insult Sandy intended to add to boyrubber’s already heavily abused body and soul. boyrubber was not left pondering the question for very long.

“It’s Sandy’s job to get you all cleaned out, so there are no messy-messies in the suit after you start testing it proper,” explained Aqualaboy. “You’ve already got some of your plumbing fixtures in place, so I guess we better get the compression and decompression units hooked-up and get started! ALRIGHT BOYS,” he called to the Corps, “GET THOSE UNITS UNPACKED! BOYRUBBER AIN’T GETTING ANY CLEANER BY YOU STANDING AROUND GABBING!” “Now,” advised Aqualaboy, “while we waiting for our slow-pokes to get a move-on, I guess I should get your ‘communicator’ in place. This here,” said Aqualaboy raising a small device that closely resembled a penny-whistle, “is a communicator especially made to mate with the hydration tube in your oral plug. We make them in several varieties. This-un here is called ‘veal’ because, well, it lets you make a sound like a young calf!” An unwelcome voice from behind boyrubber added “…being led to slaughter!!” “QUIET!” called Aqualaboy, “as I was saying, we just screw the end into the front of your hydration tube…thusly…and now anytime you want to get my attention, just suck air through the communicator. Go on, give it a try!!”

boyrubber did give it a try but nothing happened. “Com’on boyrubber,” just suck on the end of your oral plug, just give it some head, I know you can do it, I’ve heard the rumors, com’on.” With those directions, boyrubber went into action mode, and a very soft “mmmmmoooooooooo” issued forth from the communicator. “VERY GOOD, boyrubber!” congratulated Aqualaboy, “Anytime you want my attention from now on, you just call!! “And I see that the units are unpacked so we can proceed!!!!”

Part V

The compressor and decompressor units were indeed unpacked and strange units they most certainly were. Generally oblong casings, there were a variety of gauges and dials, hose extensions and fitting coming out at every apparent angle. Obviously, there were complex machines designed for a sinister purpose.

boyrubber did not have long to contemplate their odd appearance, however, and the units were immediately removed to the vicinity of the back of the chair on which he was so joined, and disappeared from site, but the boyrubber was aware from noises behind him that the two units were being firmly attached to the chair. Further, boyrubber felt a tug on his anal plug but could not see that the second tube that was previously hanging down under his seat was being connected by split connector to both the compressor and the decompressor. “mmmoooo…?” questioned boyrubber.

Sandy the plumber supervised the whole operation, including the filling of the various holding tanks in the compressor unit with the fluids and powders to be administered to an unsuspecting boyrubber. Once the preparations complete and the fittings tested for leaks, Sandy the plumber came around to the front of boyrubber and addressed him directly. “This here,” Sandy stated waiving a small object in his hand, “is a remote control for the compressor and decompressor units which are now hooked up and fully loaded. I will explain the cleaning process as things get underway, so you’re not left in the dark!” “… until the blinders go on…” came a voice from the back. “QUIET!” yelled Sandy, “I must concentrate to get everything correct. You remember the last fiasco when both units were accidentally started together!!” boyrubber didn’t like the sound of any of this. “mmooo…mmooo…” he cried plaintively.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Sandy continued, “these units have been years in the making, and we of the Lone Star Rubber Corps are now reasonably sure that they will work with only the most minor problems that in any case should not effect the final goal all that significantly… which is of course getting you cleaned out for the long test of the experimental diving suit which you are about to undertake.” With that, Sandy flipped the power “on” switch on the top of the unit causing a light flash, and then pushed a button marked “Phase One” and rotated a knob a little clockwise. “And, we have lift off!!!!”

The compressor unit roared into life. “wwwwhhhhhiiiiiirrrrrrrrr….” it roared. A few seconds later, boyrubber felt a little puff of fluid being injected through the tube in his anal plug and coating his colon from the end of the plug to the juncture of the his transverse colon and even a little higher. “Phase One is now initiated. Your colon is now coated with heavy duty cleaning fluid,” declared Sandy gleefully, “and its time for the sprinkler probe!” A second button was pushed. At that, boyrubber felt a narrow flexible metal rod enter his colon through the tube in his anal plug and advance… and advance…and advance until it reached the entire length of his descending colon. It had a small diameter, and not particular uncomfortable but did rachet up boyrubber’s anxiety which was already highly racheted. “Now,” explained Sandy softly, coming quite close to boyrubber’s face, enjoying the expression of fear in boyrubber’s eyes, “your probe is in position…and…,” he turned the knob a little further, “time for some suds.”

With that, boyrubber felt thin jets of warm water rhythmically shoot out of the probe. At first, it was not unpleasant, actually, it might have been pleasant under other circumstances, but after several seconds, boyrubber began to feel some distinct discomfort. Sandy reversed the knob. “Sudsing is complete!” he declared, “now we suck out the soapy water.” Sandy pushed another button causing the decompressor to roar into life, and in second, all of the fluid was vacuumed out of boyrubber’s colon and into a discharge tank sitting on the pier besides the chair.

“HOW’S IT LOOK???” called Sandy to a Corps member monitoring the tank. “A little brackish” came the reply. “Guess, we’ll have to go again, eh, boyrubber?” Sandy addressed his victim. By now, boyrubber was beginning to feel some soreness in his heretofore virgin colon. What Sandy didn’t explain was that the cleaning fluid was a powerful degreaser, specifically selected to strip the lining of his colon of any protective coating it had, in preparation of the devious trial Sandy had in store for boyrubber.

Without any additional explanation, Sandy repeated the process, this time giving poor boyrubber a double dose of heavy duty cleaning fluid, and leaving the probe activated for three times the length of the first go ‘round. After being vacuumed dry by the decompressor, the Corps member called the ‘all clear’ and Phase One was complete. boyrubber, however, now experienced a distinct burning throughout the length of his colon, a potent of things to come!

“Now, boyrubber,” explained Sandy as the Corps guys set up the next trail for boyrubber, “it’s time for PHASE TWO!!!!” Phase two began almost immediately. First, Sandy directed the compressor to inject a can of Jolt soda pop that had been chilled to just below freezing and crushed into a slurry. Mixed with Jolt was a large dollop of baking soda. As the Jolt hit the raw lining of boyrubber’s colon, an indescribable pain ensured. The pain could be described as a hundred hot pokers seething even inch of his most intimate private parts. But for the solid structure holding poor boyrubber in place, he would have jumped ten feet off the pier. A series of horendous “MMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo’s…” bellowed from the end of the communicator. The high levels of caffeine in the soda pop increased boyrubber’s awareness of what was occurring, guaranteeing that he would be paying close attention. Sandy waited a few minutes for the soda pop to rise in temperature, making sure not to overstimulate boyrubber.

“I am getting a little bored with all that ‘mooing,’ boyrubber,” uttered Sandy. “How’s about we change your communicator.” Sandy unscrewed boyrubber’s communicator and replaced it with a new one. “QQQQUUUUUUAAACCCKKKK….” boyrubber cried as the new communicator went into action.

“And now, we’re ready for PHASE THREE!!!” Sandy declared turning more knobs on the remote control. The decompressor sucked out the, by now, liquid Jolt leaving a coating of baking soda lining the burning interior of boyrubber’s colon. The compressor unit again roared into life injecting a stream of vinegar. As the vinegar hit the baking soda, carbon dioxide gas was produced, expanding poor boyrubber’s innards like a blimp and stretching every pain receptor along his entire gut. The reaction was so fierce that both boyrubber and the chair shook visibly. If the Corps guys had not prepared boyrubber carefully, there would have been boyrubber on the moon at this point. Fortunately, the Corps guys were experts and boyrubber stayed put pretty much doing nothing more than imitating a bobbin’ head doll and making the most pitiful “quacks” imaginable.

After what seemed like years to boy rubber, the reaction begin to die away, and then the decompressor went into action again, removing the gas and giving a final washing, leaving boyrubber cleaned out completely.

“HOW’S IT LOOK NOW???” called Sandy to the Corps member monitoring the tank. “A-OK,” came the reply.

“Now,” declared Aqualaboy stepping forward to face boyrubber, “I would like to introduce you to your Dive Master! Here is…”

A man in a black rubber tuxedo stepped forward and finished the introduction.

“Bond,” the mysterious figure intoned, “James Bond!”

And here we leave our unfortunate boyrubber, left with the questions:

Who is this mysterious “James Bond”?
And why the rubber tuxedo, was he going to a fetish dinner party?
And why did boyrubber need such a thorough cleaning?

Part VI (Conclusion)

‘James Bond!’ thought boyrubber. Somehow the name sounded familiar. Something about fast cars… something about Marakesh… something about phlegm… NO, WAIT, that wasn’t it! boyrubber suddenly remembered that there was a rumor of the existence of a notorious rubber pervert named ‘James Bond’ who was supposed to be an expert in turning handsome and charming mobile guys into unseen, totally immobile, silent, sweating rubberboys. boyrubber wondered, “Could he be that ‘James Bond’?” “quuuuuaaaaccckkkk….?” questioned boyrubber, but he suspected the worst.

James Bond leaned forward and patted and rubbed boyrubber’s acrylic covered head, and poked boyrubber’s puffed out cheeks, carefully checking the preparations. “A little heavy on the acrylic this time,” James Bond commented, “and this one must have been a tuba player! Did ya put a whole liter into that oral plug?” Satisfied by the preparations, James Bond called to the Corps members, “BRING ME THE AUDIO UNITS!” Aqualaboy came forward and put something in James Bond’s hand which boyrubber could not make out. “These,” explained James Bond, “are yer audio units. We just insert them fully into yer ear canals, thusly…” A couple of shoves and twists molded and sealed the soft plastic units into each of boyrubber’s ear canals cutting off the sounds of activity on the pier. Next, James Bond put on a miniature radio microphone extending from over James Bond’s ear and toward his mouth. “Testing…testing…” stated James Bond, “have ya got this thing on?” boyrubber nodded, indicating that he could hear James Bond. “Good boy, boyrubber,” complimented boyrubber. “Always a pleasure to have cooperation. Nothing worse than an uncooperative rubberized statue.” boyrubber didn’t like the sound of this comment. “This here is an audio unit which will allows me to communicate with ya during the dive. Understand?”

“qquuaacckk!” confirmed boyrubber.

“And enough of that quacking. Really, guys,” he addressed the Corps. “Last time it was lambs’ ‘bleating’ and kittens’ ‘mewing.’ A sense of humor is one thing, but I have to concentrate.” James Bond chastised the Corps as he reached forward and unscrewed boyrubber’s communicator from the hydration tube in boyrubber’s oral plug, thereby silencing boyrubber once again.

“BRING ME MY GLOVES!” called James Bond. A pair of dull gray asbestos mitts were brought forward and placed onto James Bond’s hands, surgical style, as if an operation was about to begin. “BRING ME THE SHEATH!” he called next.

As boyrubber looked on helplessly, and now silently, a tube-like structure of shiny black about a foot and a half tall was placed into James Bond’s outstretched gloved hands. James Bond took the sheath and unceremoniously brought it down over boyrubber’s head, temporally blinding boyrubber as the sheath, when set on boyrubber’s neck seal, extended above his eyes. boyrubber could breath through the sheath, however, as the sheath had three holes about half way down that allowed the passage of air through his nose and the hydration tube in his oral plug.

“HEATING UNIT!” boyrubber heard James Bond call through the audio units. In less than 30 seconds, boyrubber became aware that the air inside the sheath was getting hotter and hotter. But even worse, the sheath was contracting both in height and in circumference, coming ever closer to his acrylic covered face and plugged mouth. In a few minutes, the sheath had shortened enough to so that boyrubber could peak out above and he could see that Aqualaboy was holding a yellow machine that resembled a hair dryer which he was pointing at the sheath while James Bond was using his asbestos covered hands to mold and shape the ever shrinking sheath closer and closer, pushing here and smoothing there. By five minutes, boyrubber realized that they intended to make the sheath cover his neck and most of his head like a second skin. And if that wasn’t bad enough, James Bond was pushing the sheath up under boyrubber’s chin causing boyrubber’s tongue to firmly engage the spikes underneath the oral plug, and slightly tilting boyrubber’s head back to prevent boyrubber from disengaging. Protest was out of the question, of course, but there were silent cries of alarm. Unavoidably, the process continued to it unavoidable conclusion. The heat was turned off and cooling ice applied to fix the shape of the plastic prison. Once cooled and hardened, the sheath created a form-fitting container for boyrubber’s neck and head extending from the neck seal of the experimental diving suit, ending just under boyrubber’s eyes in the front, covering his nose up the forehead, and extending around the sides of his head covering his ears completely and tightly forcing the audio units even deeper into boyrubber’s ear canals. The sheath did dip a bit in back so that boyrubber scalp numbering remained wholly visible to the camera recording the event. The shiny black surface highlighted ever curve of boyrubber’s face, distinctly showing the outline of his ears and his puffed out checks. boyrubber also found that the sheath did its nefarious job not only from tight contact with his neck and head but that the applied heat had softened the acrylic coating on boyrubber’s head as well as the rubber strap holding his oral plug in place. These tacky surfaces served to glue the sheath to his skin completely preventing even the smallest movement of his neck and head!

Two of the three small holes in the sheath had lined up with boyrubber’s nostrils and providing two openings for boyrubber to draw in the breath of life. The third hole lined up perfectly with boyrubber’s hydration tube, temporally leaving a small third opening into his otherwise sealed-up body. As the sheath was cooling, James Bond took two short tubes about 1 inch in length and pushed them through boyrubber’s nostril holes in his sheath, and into boyrubber’s nasal passages, until flanges on the end of the tubes prevented further movement of the tubes. The flanges sealed with the tacky surface of the sheath, finishing this phase of the suiting-up process.

boyrubber was now certain that the mythical James Bond come had indeed come to life.

“There we go,” explained James Bond proudly removing his gloves, “we’ll just let that sheath finish cooling off and we can move on.” Turning to boyrubber, he explained, “the sheath I just applied will stop all of that head wagging. Ya looked like a bobbin’ head doll a little while ago. Geeesh! Can’t have ya bumpin’ into the side of the diving helmet, now, can we.”

No, as a matter of fact we couldn’t. The head bobbing was now safely under control. Actually, at this point, the only thing on boyrubber that could move at all was his eyes and eyelids. Even his forehead had hardened into an acrylic covered unwrinkled surface. But, those eyes, ah yes, those eyes. Between blinks, they moved rhythmically back and forth trying to signal ‘SOS’ in Morse code. If any of the Corps guys knew Morse code, they weren’t letting on. In any case, judging from the hardons all around, the Corps guys were having too much fun to pay attention.

The Corps photographer stepped forward with an oversized camera and telescopic lens and, pointing it at boyrubber exclaimed, “time for some photos for the website, boyrubber.” boyrubber was indeed a sight for the site. From the front, there was the strange impression of a humanoid statue covered with horizontal black and white stripes, with a shiny black tube at the top and then eyes sitting beneath a shiny white cap. Only the eyes betrayed the living contents of the figure. “Can you open wide and give me that look of terror you did when your dick ran into the spikes in your security device awhile ago?” requested the photographer. “YAH, that’s it, open them baby blues a little wider…” boyrubber didn’t have to try hard as the look of terror came natural under the circumstances.

“OK, seems cool enough” declared James Bond touching the sheath without his gloves on. “Time to start the hydration!” With that, James Bond reached at the based of neck seal and pulled a heretofore unseen tube poking through the neck seal a short distance to the front. Then, using a small connector, he attached the tube to the hydration tube in boyrubber’s oral plug completing an as yet unknown circuit. “There we go,” exclaimed James Bond, “all hooked up! FILL THE RESERVOIR!!” he called to the Corps guys. boyrubber listened attentively though his audio units and could just barely make out some splashing noise coming from behind him. “All completed?” questioned James Bond. “Yup,” came the reply from some unseen source. “Now, we just turn this little knob,” James Bond indicated as he twisted a dial on the remote control unit, “and…” Suddenly, boyrubber felt the squirt of liquid in his hydration tube once more. Remembering his training, he swallowed quickly, ignoring the piercing pains in his tongue. The squirts of liquid did not stop, however, but continued rhythmically as James Bond explained the device. “What we have here is yer hydration circuit. The reservoir on the compression unit attached to the back of yer chair has been primed with four liters of electrolyte solution. The compression unit is now set to administer the electrolyte solution into yer oral plug and ya will have to work hard to keep swallowing, and yer bladder will start filling in no time. Yer anti-bends vest was designed to squeeze yer bladder so yer gunna to have to piss pretty soon. The piss exits the tube in yer security device which is hooked up to the incoming tube in yer anal plug, thereby filling up yer cleaned out colon with yer piss. Once the pressure in yer colon reaches a critical level, the pressure regulator in the outgoing tube of yer anal plug opens, and the decompressor unit sucks ya dry and dumps the contents of yer colon back in the reservoir of yer compressor unit to start the circuit again. Closed circuit, ya stay hydrated through the test period. Neat, huh?!?”

What James Bond had accidentally failed to mention, however, was that the electrolyte solution in the reservoir was spiked with Viagra, and was also primed with a heavy dose of long-lasting Lasix, a powerful diuretic guaranteed to keep boyrubber flowing long after the test was completed. Further, James Bond had loaded the electrolyte solution with a strong dose of “No-Doze,” an amphetamine which would keep boyrubber completely awake throughout the test period, enjoying the experience, or not, it really didn’t matter.

boyrubber tried to make sense of James Bond’s explanation while concentrating on swallowing the seemingly endless infusion of hydration fluid. SUDDENLY, A LOOK OF HORROR SPREAD ACROSS HIS FACE as he realized that James Bond was informing him that boyrubber’s ‘hydration’ was going to be by recycling his own piss enema. The Corps photographer stepped forward to snap several photos of boyrubber’s wide-eyed terror!

James Bond was, of course, correct. boyrubber felt urine filling his squashed bladder almost immediately, and while boyrubber tried hard not to piss, it was no use in fighting the sensation. Piss broke through and began filling his colon within minutes.

“Now,” James Bond declared, “while the hydration cycle gets goin’, it’s time to be fitted with yer diving helmet. HELMET!!” yelled James Bond.

While trying to maintain what was left of his composure, and there wasn’t much, boyrubber watched as the ‘diving helmet’ was placed in James Bond’s outstretched hands. Swallowing all the time, boyrubber watched attentively as James Bond examined the strange item. It appeared to be made of clear plastic, cylindrical at the bottom, and a shallow, half spherical dome at the top. The diving helmet, open at the bottom, and had two tube connectors toward the bottom, but otherwise presented an unbroken surface to the world. It wasn’t like any diving helmet boyrubber had ever seen. In fact, it resembled a bell jar boyrubber had one used in a highschool physics class when experimenting with vacuums.

Without any ceremony, James Bond feed the opening at the bottom of the diving helmet over boyrubber’s plastic encased head, right onto the mating ring of the neck seal, and then twisted the helmet a quarter turn to lock it in place. Quickly several hands of the Corps member reached to engage the various hoses and connectors to the equipment at the back of the chair. Obviously, the air supply needed to be hooked up quickly for there was very little room in the helmet between boyrubber’s immobile head and the sides of the helmet, and therefore very little air. The Corps members, however, were experienced in their tasks and the air supply, and other connectors to the compressor and decompressor were hooked up in no time, causing fresh air to enter the helmet, or so it seemed to boyrubber.

“TESTING, TESTING,” called James Bond, “Can ya hear me? If ya can, boyrubber, squeeze yer lids closed! Good, good…we can proceed with the test dive! First, you are going to feel some increased pressure,” advised James Bond to boyrubber, “ as we load up yer lungs with pure oxygen. Gotta get ya nice ‘n ready for the next phase.” With that small warning, the atmosphere in diving helmet became more and more pressurized. boyrubber’s eyelids were pushed shut by the pressure and his lungs expanded to their maximum extend within the constrains of the anti-bends vest. The extreme pressure continued for a full five minutes, long after boyrubber had concluded that he could not stand this twisted compression any longer.

Then, James Bond made one final announcement, “now, boyrubber, its time for your depressurization. As your blood is now supersaturated with oxygen, there is no need for you to breathe for awhile, so the depressurization phase will now begin, and after a test depressurization, you will start your dive! Good luck, boyrubber.”

Suddenly, things went silent for boyrubber. James Bond had apparently turned off the speaker on the audio units leaving boyrubber nothing but restricted vision to see what was happening. Even more frightening, however, was the sudden decrease in pressure. The diving helmet was indeed a bell jar of sorts, designed to withstand high pressure and no pressure inside. Unfortunately, boyrubber’s head was not so designed. As the pressure decreased, boyrubber’s eyelids opened, and then opened further and further, until they were stuck maximally opened. Even then, the pressure drop continued and boyrubber’s eyes were sucked forward from their sockets, immobilizing them in a stare of extreme fright that mirrored his metal state at the time. The decrease in pressure also activated values in his nasal tubes sealing his lung from the vacuum of the diving helmet.

And so, it appeared that the evil Lone Star Rubber Corps had truly found a way to completely immobilize their victim as he tested the evil contraption they called “The Experimental Diving Suit.”

The pier became a beehive of activity. A small derrick was driving onto the pier and a crane hooked up to the chair to which boyrubber was attached. Boyrubber felt vibrations, then was lifted up off the pier, and chair and boyrubber were turned to the side of the pier. Once completed, boyrubber felt and himself being lowered into the water, deeper and deeper until boyrubber and chair hit the sea floor with a thud. Instantly, the large men in identical green frogmen suits for Part I were at his side bolting the chair to a concrete platform placed there for just this purpose. Then, they were gone leaving the chair with boyrubber attached, firmly fixed to the sea bottom.

The test dive began. Pressurized and then depressurized, over and over again without let up. Either squeezed or expanded, boyrubber had no choice in the matter. All he could do was continue to suck his hydration fluid and experience the multiple unpleasant sensations caused by the apparatus now fully controlling his every function. Time passed slowly for poor boyrubber, as it had for the readers of our little story…

Now that boyrubber was neatly tucked away in the experimental diving suit performing his evaluation, members of the Corps retired to the Corp’s bookie to place their bets. Generally, the test subject was suited up for a full 48 hours, but boyrubber seemed to take the suiting unusually well, so the Corps members agreed to extend the test period. The odds given were only 2 to 1 that boyrubber would last 50 hours in the suit, but increased to 6 to 1 for an 60 hour stay. Aqualaboy, however, placed his $100 on a record 72 hour stay at 50 to 1. The bets completed, the members then turned their attention to the last bet; would boyrubber be willing to evaluate the suit a second time? The only odds given were even money!

The beginning…

EPILOGUE

Several days latter, after being extracted from the Experimental Diving Suit with much difficulty, after filling out the requisite forms providing the Corps with the agreed upon feedback, and of course after being hypnotized to forget the more harrowing moments of the weekend, boyrubber found himself back in his rented car, baseball cap covering the telltale scalp inking, face still a little stiff with acrylic, penis head with dozens of telltale puncture wounds and butthole still a little stretched, but otherwise not much worse for wear. He headed toward the safety of California. Ah yes, the safety and security of home….

A short ways outside of Los Angeles, boyrubber decided to make an unexpected and unannounced stop at the clubhouse of the Southern California Rubber Corps, because he had to pee. Pulling up, he was glad to see the parking lot full. “Finally,” he thought to himself, which is how it is usually done, “friends…there must be some kind of meeting going on.”

Entering the clubhouse, boyrubber was surprised to find the front door unattended, but he heard many voices coming from within the rubber dungeon. Carefully…cautiously… he opened the door, and was SHOCKED to see at least 50 men in full rubber inside. There were drysuits, there were wetsuits, there were catsuits, there was even one man dressed like the Goodyear blimp (or so it seemed). As boyrubber appeared at the door, the room went silent. All snorkeling masks turned toward him. boyrubber felt himself pulled in the room by unseen hands and heard the door close and lock behind him.

Little did boyrubber suspect, nor could he have known, that he had stumbled on an unfortunate rubber play party, where only tops has shown up. Each top had his bag of toys, each top was an expert in some extreme rubber perversion but they were NOT happy with the lack of subjects, until of course our hero just happened to wonder in.

Things looked dark for boyrubber, very dark and very hot and very sweaty….


With That, Visiting Time Is Over. What Ever You Do Don’t Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep. ~Rubberasylum

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Bondage Story: The Divemasters

February 18, 2011 in Asylum: Divemasters, Inmate: RubberAsylum, Stories

>Day 49/365… Ladies and Gentlemen… This is Mambo 69….

My Fellow Inmates,

With the recent death of the U-vote bondage stories I nw get to write what I want again… focusing on quality over quantity I am thrilled to be able to put to paper what makes my dick hard versus making updates that feel forced…

The next story to cum is called “A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Furcon.” You wont believe the Leather bondage suit that’s the center of this one… and its actually going to be made as well… *Happy Cat!!! ^~^

So with that, here is a new piece from the kinky corners of my mind…

Enjoy,

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The Divemasters Part 1


Gary had run the local dive shop in Port Gamble for the last 3 years, It was a quiet town, and business was slow as it always was in the winter months. He knew it was a good thing that he ran the shop for fun rather than needing it to pay the bills because he would have been in trouble a long time ago.

No, Gary had made a killing in investments during the peak of the market and was lucky enough to pull out before the recession hit. This allowed him to be able to retire at 31, and open this dive shop.

It also allowed him to buy dive gear, lots of it, from the rare to the custom, to the downright odd. Most of it he purchased for himself to go in to his ‘private collection’, down in the basement, where he lived.

He also liked to rotate some of the odder pieces in the main windows of the shop, heavy shiny suits and helmets with custom mods…

You see, even though Gary owned a dive shop and geared up all the time he was not a diver. In fact he was not even certified, and his shop did not offer classes. Gary ran the shop for one reason: The thrill of the hunt.

During the summer months he would have tourists stopping by all the time looking to rent gear, but during the winter months he stayed open purposefully for the only type of people that would stop by, a very special type of customer, they were the fly’s that he set his web for.

Like the boy that walked in on Wednesday afternoon.

His prey was always easy to spot: Young, nervous, hanging around the suits just a bit too long and hesitantly touching them. Some would even sneak behind the rack to readjust themselves.

He had learned over the years to approach them cautiously, for they spooked easily, and the boy on Wednesday was no different.

He walked through the door of the shop wearing skin tight blue jeans and an alpinestars tee-shirt. His hair was frosted, and he kept shooting quick glances over his shoulder at the Kirby Morgan Superlite that sat in the front window.

I just smiled to myself as I kept an eye on him while pretending to read my paper.

He continued to nervously flit around the store looking at displays of gear and drysuits before stopping suddenly, in his tracks, before the rack of Aqualas.

These suits were fantastic: full rubber inside and out, and they looked and smelled quite old and quite dirty.

Most of them had been built in the days when Aquala was selling their suits through the Gay porn magazines like Rubber Rebel. Most of them were modded in some way. I had acquired them in the infancy of eBay; as I bought every one that came up for sale it wasn’t long before I had amassed quite a collection. The great thing about them was that even though they had held many a tortured soul by me, they had arrived pre-seasoned as well.

They were a site to behold, and whenever a boy stood captivated by them, I knew it was time to make my move. “How’s it going?” I said with a smile as I set my paper down.

He glanced over at me as if startled, and then quickly looked at the floor, “Oh… Uh, fine thanks.”

He walked quickly away from the rack of Aqualas, as he pretended to look at other gear, but I wasn’t letting him off that easily; “Beautiful suits, aren’t they?”

“What?… Oh, uh… Yeah, I guess.” He stammered as he slowly made his way towards the door.

“You should try one on.” I said as he was nearing the exit.

“Oh, uh, no thank you I was just looking.” he replied as he quickened his pace, just looking like all he wanted to do was get the hell out of the shop.

“It would look quite attractive on you.” I called out nonchalantly.

With that he stopped in his tracks, the open door in his hand. He slowly turned around with a confused look on his face. “Excuse me?”

I smiled slightly as he took the bait, “Oh, I was just saying that with your frame, one of those Aqualas perhaps one size too small, and put you in a helmet; well in my opinion it would be quite striking… You know what, nevermind, I misspoke.”

With that I picked up my paper, turned my back to him, kicked my feet up on the counter, and pretended to lose myself in it.

This was a dance that I had preformed so many times I could do in my sleep. At this point it was a waiting game, the web was woven.

I heard the bell on the door behind me signaling that he had closed it. The only mystery now was which side of it was he on?

Holding my ground so as to not show my hand, I listened intently for any sound, like the soft whine of a young mind trying to make a decision to tread ground he has only ever dreamed of previously.

All I heard, though, was silence, still and pure. With a slight sigh I slumped my shoulders a bit. It wasn’t the first boy I had spooked and probably wouldn’t be the last. I started to read the paper again to await the next potential distraction to a slow day.

“Excuse me, Sir.”

I just about fell out of the chair, I may only be 34, but I would have sworn I felt my heart halt in its tracks for a moment. Composing myself a bit, I turned around with a smile. “Gary.”

“Todd,” he replied.

“Todd,” I repeated, my smile, among other things, growing. “And how may I help you Todd?”

“Well, I really would like to try a suit, but… I…” He began once again staring at his shuffling feet.

“Say no more son.” I cut him off mid sentence, not wanting him to be able to talk himself out of it.

I stood up and circled around behind him. Grabbing him by the shoulders I steered him towards the rack of suits. The boy let out an audible overwhelmed squeak in response.

Keeping one hand on his shoulder I reached out and removed the suit that was modified to mate with the Superlite. “I think this one shall make you very happy.”

“I think I really should go” He said turning beet red.

“Here hold this.” I replied as I tossed the bulky suit in his arms. While he stood there scrambling not to drop it, I was locking the front door and turning off the open sign.

Picking up the helmet on the way back, I grabbed his shirt and steered him towards the back of the store to the top of the stairway in to my lair. “Down!” I commanded

His gaze met mine, which he quickly broke before heading down the stairs in to the depths below.

As we reached the bottom of the stairs I took the lead. Heading through my living room, and down to the end of the hall, we came to the reinforced door of my personal dive locker.

The interior of the locker was a site to behold. I had spent a long time in getting the look and feel just right. The walls were draped in netting, accentuated by racks upon racks of suits, and shelves just dripping with masks and helmets from every corner. The smell inside here was boarder-line overpowering. The musty rubbery smell of gear that’s been hung up wet filled the air was just how I liked it.

I motioned for the boy to lay the divesuit on the gurney located in the center of the room. Setting the helmet next to it, I grabbed on the bottom of his shirt. “Strip.” I commanded as I pulled it up over his head.

Todd closed his eyes, looked down, and shivered a bit as he turned four shades of red. He reached out for the suit on the table and let his fingers brush across the surface of the rubber. He let out a light gasp and pulled back as if the material bit him. With a quick glance shot in my direction he began to fumble with a shaking hand at the buttons of his jeans.

“Skivvies too, everything comes off.” I said as I went to grab some items from a shelf behind him. With a dejected sigh, he complied, and before I knew it he was standing there nude, trying to curl in to himself from embarrassment.

I set the items I gathered down on a stool as I wrapped my arms around him from behind. My hands traveled from his chest, across his abs down to his growing crotch. The boy began to melt and loosen up a bit as his breathing quickened to my touch.

I reached back and picked up a latex hood from the pile and slid it over his head, making sure the internal gag seated in his mouth, and the eye and nose holes lined up properly.

I then grabbed a cock ring, wrapped my arms back around him pulling him in close, and applied it from behind. As I grasped his cock in my hand and pulled it through the ring the boy moaned in his gag, arched his back and began rubbing his rubberized head against my chest.

As the rubber ring seated itself against the base of his cock, I placed two fingers under his chin and lifted his head until his eyes met mine. “You want in the suit boy?”

Todd’s breathing quickened as a slight whine issued out from behind the gag. He nodded slowly as he looked in the direction of the suit that hung over the side of the gurney. Letting him go, I picked up the Aquala, unzipped it, and motioned for him to have a seat.

I slid the suit up his legs until his feet popped in to the attached booties. “Stand up, arms in to the sleeves.” I commanded, and he complied.

Before you knew I had the suit pulled up over his head. The attached hood slid easily in to place; the mixture of the two layers of rubber made hearing quite difficult.

The boy walked over to the mirror by the door and admired himself as his gloved hands explored every inch of his rubberized form. Reaching up over his head, I dropped the harness in place, and proceeded to cinch it down all across his torso.

I then picked up the helmet, connected the umbilical, and held it out in front of him “Are you ready?” I asked.

The boy nodded as I slid it in to place and docked it with the suit. Reaching up under his legs I wrenched the crotch strap on the harness down hard against his boner, causing him to moan out in pain as it plastered his cock against his chest.

Leading him to the gurney, I had him lie down. I reached in to the bin on the floor and grabbed a set of humane restraints and locked them around his wrists and ankles. Leather belts were then woven through the metal clips on the cuffs and secured around the rails.

I then walked to the top of the stretcher, reaching below I lifted the heavy shoulder straps across his torso and locked them in to a belt that I cinched across his chest.

Moving around the side, I began pounding on the boys nuts, causing him to squirm, causing him to pull on his bonds and grouse in to the gag.

“Can you hear me?” I asked loudly as a Stopped my assault on his nuts.

Todd nodded his head as much as the helmet would allow.

“You are in my space now. To get what you want means I get what I want, you understand?” With a whimper he nodded his head again. I smiled in response as I focused on securing him in.

You see I ordered the gurney and the restraining belts separately. There were more than your usual amounts dripping down from the sides just awaiting someone to hold in their grasp. There were 64 cross belts in all, once applied and tightened they created a webbing mummy that guaranteed that whoever was caught in its grasp was not going anywhere.

Beginning at the ankles and working my way up; one by one I mated the clasp with the hasp on the belts and cinched them down hard, as one by one the boy’s squirming lessened and lessened.

By the time I was done the only thing Todd could move on his body was his helmeted head, which was very heavy, and even with the greatest of struggles he could only lift it a matter of inches.

I stood back and admired my handiwork. It was a site to behold, immobilized in the Aquala and Superlite, the boy was sealed in his own little world. Just wait until he found out some of the ingenious mods I had made to the gear he was wearing, but that would have to come later. For now we needed to soften him up a bit.

Leaning over the helmet, I tapped on the facemask “Doing ok in there?”

I heard a muffled sound of affirmation in response.

“Good,” I replied, “I shall be back later.”

There was an instant bleat of panic as Todd attempted to struggle against his wrapping. After the concept of futility set in he began to whine and plead, which only made me smile.

“I’m sorry, the shop doesn’t run itself, I mean we don’t even close till six which is…” I looked at my watch, “…Well that’s eight hours away. No, in this economy I just can’t justify the loss of any customers.”

I could hear him trying to yell ‘No” in to the gag, which only made me smile broader.

“Don’t worry,” I said as I patted him on the chest. “You have plenty of air, why you could make it for…” Picking up a random gauge I mocked surprise, “Oh… oh, that’s just not good.”

I peered down in to his eyes, through the glass, with a concerned look on my face. “You know what, Todd? I got good news and bad news. The good news is that you do have enough air to make it the eight hours… The bad news though, is that you shall have to conserve to do it.”

I turned down the airflow to the helmet just above the point that it would be a struggle for him to breathe. Gathering up my stuff, I headed to the door, enjoying the serenade of muffled curses and begging I received all the way there.

As I pulled the door to the dive locker shut, and threw the deadbolt, I smiled. The boy would be well primed and ready for me upon my return… and I couldn’t wait.

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With That, Visiting Time Is Over.

What Ever You Do Don’t Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

~Rubberasylum

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Pictures: Underwater Bondage with James Bond

January 12, 2011 in Inmate: RubberAsylum, James Bond, Spotlight On Pervs

>Day 12/365… Beginning to feel my old self again… One more important emotional bridge to cross…

My Fellow Inmates,

As I am sure all of you have heard, a piece of our community is gone…

James was one of the nicest guys you would ever have the chance to meet, and for those who know me well, you know I am not just saying that.

While it is true that as of recent years it was well known that you were better off having someone with you when you played with Jim, because there was a good chance he could very well fall asleep on you while he had you all trussed up…

When I originally met him, Jim was still on his game, and a top to be reckoned with…

You see, I was barely 22, and I had spent the majority of my early years behind my computer screen drooling over James Bond’s Divers and Dungeons Site. His images were my solis in my early days. an answer to the question, am I alone in this?

In fact, it was some of Jim’s imagery years before in an issue of Rubber Rebel magazine, as I wandered randomly through a bondage store at 16 years old… (that a friend took me to as according to him, I would never believe the sick crap they had here)… It was some of his imagery, in the Divers issue, that gave me a starting point on which to define my random feelings, giving me my path, and even started helping me to begin to deal with the concept of “gay”.

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Push many years later, in 2001, I had a Master, who I was training under, who directed me to join him and his boy to delta.

While there I began talking to random people and hit a moment where I found myself saying… “wait… YOU’RE JAMES BOND?”

Jim laughed… he thought that was fantastic, the fantasy based name recognition from the net…

The problem was my Sir had filled by dance card… before I knew Jim was there… I had no time available to play with him… yet we hung out and chatted for quite a while through the free time I had.

Then came the Saturday afternoon. I was swimming in the pool in my Lycra singlet when Jim piled his car up and began unloading gear. I, along with the other boys all crowded around him as he held up a dive suit and let me know it would look good on me.

I hung my head a bit as I knew I would not be able to play…

“Who are you playing with right now?” he asked.

I told him the gentleman’s name…

“Go tell that old coot you are playing with me now.” he replied. “He wont mind.”

Naive as the day was long, I went running to this other top and advised him that James Bond wanted me, and I would be playing with him… Jim had guts… In this day and age I would have been pissed as that top… and that boy would have been on my out list :)

I am sure though at that time I was… though I was not concerned in the least… I was going to play with James Bond…

I got back down to the pool deck just in time for someone else to snag the supralite/Viking combo… I was less than thrilled at this, but Jim smiled and let me know he still had plans for me, as he pulled out a vintage rig and told me to suit up…
I was dragged out to the center of the pool and promptly hogtied… underwater bondage, something I had only dreamed about, read about, and it was all coming true…
This was the ultimate trust, I was stuck. one small hose was my line to the top, and Jim kept turning that off…
They also began flipping me around, under the water, proving that the air pocket would shift to the feet if you were face down. It was intense to say the least.
After I was dragged out, James left the helmet attached, shut off the air, and I wasn’t allowed any more until I came. I nearly passed out on that deck. I was on my knees and all was going black when the orgasm finally came.
Afterwards I was dropped in a podsuit, and it was the other boy’s turn…
May years later I was talking to Crewbiker from Chicago, online, and he says to me “You know we have met”..
I Said “We have? How…”
He replied “Look at your last James Bond Picture… You are sitting on my face.”
Small world :~)
Later on that evening James and I found time to play again… but that’s a story for another time…

You shall be greatly missed, our community is now left with another hole to fill… But with the chance of sounding tacky, considering our communities recent history, I am happy… no thrilled, that one of us got to see life all the way through…

…And Jim lived life his way, by his rules, as he wanted it. A full life… who could ask for more?

With That, Visiting Time Is Over.

What Ever You Do Don’t Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

~Rubberasylum
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(Video) The Boy in The Grey… Wait is that Squirm?

November 5, 2010 in Inmate: RubberAsylum, Rubber, Rubber Videos, Videos, Videos: Rubber

>My Fellow Inmates,

During our August Party, Squirm & Stomper, The owners of Rubberzone.com, came up to pay us a visit.

Squirm stuck around after the party a bit to visit, and kind of got caught in front of the Camera for once :)

Since I have always made it a policy never to show my bottoms faces, weather they care or not, and we were only playing with a hood for about half of the scene…

I have cropped the vid so the action is the star rather than the face of the captive…

Enjoy :)

With That, Visiting Time Is Over. What Ever You Do Don’t Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

~Rubberasylum

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(Video) Caged Rubber Drysuit CBT

July 9, 2010 in Inmate: RubberAsylum, Rubber, Rubber Videos, Videos, Videos: Rubber

>My Fellow Inmates,

As of recently I have not been blogging as often as I normally do. The reason for this is I have had my hands full with the newest member of my family: Rottyboy.

Once a week he is required to post a piece of his journey, his current weight, and his current workout regimen. These postings should be coming on Sundays, sadly he has been slipping on this. We shall be shoring this up upon our next meeting on the 24th…. Come hell or corrective caning.

I welcome you to check out his blog, his journey through his eyes is actually quite interesting:

http://rotty-apuppystale.blogspot.com/

Now about the video:

This video was shot on the last day of Rocket’s visit. He really wanted to try out the Aquala suit, yet we were running out of time before we had to head off to the airport, as we had been playing all day.

Since Rocket and Rottie assisted me with the construction of the rubber padded floor of the cage, which turned out very comfortable, I decided to tie him up in there and alternate sensations at his crotch…

The results were quite fun…

With That, Visiting Time Is Over.

What Ever You Do Don’t Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

~Rubberasylum