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Tangled

The pipeline repair had been going smoothly until Emil moved to reposition a heavy bundle of hoses.

One wrong step and the thick yellow air lines suddenly wrapped around his legs and torso like a living thing. The more he tried to free himself, the tighter they pulled. His main air supply became restricted — the flow reduced to a slow, labored hiss.

From the outside:

Callum and Luca turned immediately. They saw Emil struggling, his orange suit starting to lose pressure as the air inflow dropped. His movements became slower, heavier. The visor of his helmet began to fog up from the inside as his breathing grew faster and hotter.

Emil (inside his helmet):

Shit… I’m stuck…

The reduced airflow made every breath feel deeper and more desperate. The thick rubber suit, which had been comfortably pressurized, now started to squeeze him harder as internal air pressure dropped. The heavy material pressed tighter against his chest, thighs, and especially his groin.

The inside of his helmet grew hotter and more humid by the second. Warm condensation ran down the glass, turning his vision into a blurry, foggy haze. He could barely see Callum and Luca approaching through the mist.

The restriction, the heat, the tight squeeze of the rubber, and the overwhelming smell of warm vulcanized rubber flooded his senses.

Oh fuck… this feels way too good…

Emil’s cock surged to full hardness inside the suit. The more his air was restricted, the more the suit squeezed him, the hornier he became. He completely forgot about the redundant reserve air valve on his helmet. All he could focus on was how incredibly tight and hot everything felt — the heavy helmet, the pressing rubber, the labored breathing, and the sight of his two mates in full gear coming to help him.

His breathing turned into short, ragged gasps inside the fogged helmet.

Callum (on intercom, urgent but calm): “Emil, stay still! We’re coming to you.”

Luca: “Reserve valve, Emil! Hit your reserve!”

But Emil was too lost in the overwhelming sensations. The suit squeezed him like a firm embrace. The heat inside the helmet was intense. Every restricted breath made his head spin with arousal.

A deep, muffled moan escaped him.

He pulsed hard, shooting thick, powerful ropes into the suit while he hung there entangled, his body trembling visibly inside the orange rubber. The intense pleasure mixed with the restriction made it one of the strongest loads he had ever experienced.

Only then did Callum reach him. He quickly located and opened Emil’s reserve air valve. Fresh cool air rushed in. The suit reinflated slightly and the fog on the visor began to clear.

Luca worked fast to untangle the hoses from Emil’s legs and torso.

Callum (relieved): “You okay in there?”

Emil (still breathing heavily, voice hoarse): “…Yeah. I’m… good. Real good.”

The three of them floated together for a moment. Emil’s cheeks were burning red inside his helmet. He had just cum hard from being helplessly squeezed and short of air — right in front of his two mates.

None of them mentioned it.

But the charged silence through the intercom said everything.

He flops me onto the bed and drags me into the centre of the mattress.  I’m tightly encased in layers of pallet wrap and duct tape from head to toe. The last words I hear him say “hope you are nice an comfy…gonna be here a while”.  He slips the headphones over my shiny covered ears then finishes his work by stuffing a pecker gag in my mouth and strapping it tight.  Sight, sound, and mobility deprived, I am reduced to thoughts, feelings, grunts, and groans.  He leaves the room, turns off the light, and closes the door.  He has left and taken my right to move, see, or hear with Him.  

 He controls the narrative. I’m no longer a he or him.  I’m His “thing”.  I’m an object…an “it”.  In complete darkness I wait.  My only escape from this storage is through Him.  I desperately want to be able to sense his presence; at the very least know what is going on around me.  Then I’d have some concept of time, how long I’ve been here, and when he might come for me. I know nothing.  Just that I have to wait in the darkness and silence he has orchestrated.

 Eventually, I give in to the sensory deprivation, and drift off. Vivid random images appear that have no context or no meaning.  Every so often I snap back to the reality of my predicament, then slowly drift away again. Is he coming for me at all…I’m cocooned and warm…and it matters less and less.

 I’m woken by him removing the gag.  Though I have achieved a stasis of comfort, the abrupt awakening into this environment is a shock.  My body and mind have been managing the captivity, but I would happily accept release and secretly pray for it.  He leans me onto my side and I feel him tearing a hole in the plastic and tape armour.  A whoosh of cool air flows from the opening, and I momentary believe I may be granted freedom.  That is, until I realize where the hole has been made.  I’m flipped on my belly. The pressure on my chest makes breathing a far more arduous task.

 He places a couple of pillows under my abdomen to jack knife my pelvis. It helps alleviate the pressure on my lungs, but it also props my ass in the air. He was benevolent enough to return my hearing just in time to note the sound of the lube bottle pop open.  He greases my pucker and in mere seconds, His cock is hilt deep, balls squishing into the base of my ass crack with each thrust.  He held Himself there for a minute, firmly planted and stretching my hole.  “You belong to me.  Your hole belongs to me.  I’ll keep you here for days just feeding your ass loads of cum.  Wouldn’t you like that pig?” “Yes Alpha.” I replied as I’ve been instructed to reply regardless of my desire for such predicaments.

It was a fast and furious slam fucking. As he neared ejaculation, he gripped the back of my head with both hands and smothered my face into the mattresses. I was being asphyxiated, face down in a prone position and all I could do is lay the and accept the rough ploughing of my hole.

He didn’t last long.  Not sure if it was the absolute control that had him cumming so quick or the understanding that it was impossible for me to breathe; regardless, I was now filled with his seed.  A plug was grabbed from the nightstand and used to collected some of the cum dripping from my gaping cream filled hole.  He then wiped the jizz from the toy under my nose before pushing it up into my gut, keeping the cum plugged up my ass.  Getting my ass plugged was not an indication that he was done holding me in storage.

 No…I would not be released. I was flipped onto my back again, and earphones applied, thankfully no gag.  But there I was again in complete darkness, alone and at the mercy of His time and agenda. I tried to find a groove of relaxation again after the interruption, and I never fully did.  It was the sensation of the fat plug up my ass that took all of my attention.  Initially it felt pretty good stuffed inside me.  I’d tighten my hole and feel it rub against my prostate.  I could at least derive some pleasure.  However, after about an hour of pleasure, my sphincter muscles started to ache from being constantly propped open.  Ugh.

 It must have been about two hours later when he climbed back onto the bed.  I was wide awake in complete darkness, trying to distract my thoughts from the plug invading my ass.  He took off the headphones again, straddled my arms and chest and flopped out His cock and balls onto my chin and mouth.  They smelled of man musk.  “Lick and suck” he commanded.  I started licking his balls and  as he pushed his cock closer, I gave it a tongue bath too.  This got him hard so he propped up pillows on the headboard and dragged my helpless body up against the pillows.  Once in place, he pushed his cock into my lips signalling to me to open wide.  Before the face fucking began he made me a deal.  “If you can handle five minutes of me fucking your face and gag less than 7 times, I’ll take the plug out of your ass.”  

I didn’t even get a chance to say ‘ok’ and his cock was pumping in and out of my throat.  Thanks to lots of deep throat practice since the signing my Dom/sub contract, I got away with only gagging 4 times before he finished by jerking off on my nose and mouth.

 Given that he is cutting deals with me about leaving the plug in or out, I draw the conclusion that I was still not getting out…after what…3 – 4 hours?  It was when the headphones went back on and I was trying to adjust back into my comfort zone that he began unwrapping and unlocking my dick from its chastity cage. I surmised I was about to be a reward for my trail. An edge and cum session to conclude the session. It would feel so good to have my cock played with after months of chastity.  

He touched my cock only to insert a catheter tube into it.  Then he set up a hydration bag for me to suck down fluids.  This was indicative of a much much longer stay that I had figured on and it took some time to adjust from a state of panic.

 My head and heart settled down. Rest came easy with my bladder drained and the plug out of my ass.  Thoughts about escape came and went, but overall I was managing the next few hours like a champ.  Or at least I thought it was a few more hours.  

Alpha’s third return was approx. 6 hours into the session.  He said he was about ready for bed so he should take care of something.  That something was not me.  It was his bladder.  He once again pushed his cock against my lips, and I opened my mouth like a good boy. His piss began trickling into my mouth. The occasional stream landed onto my chin, rolled down the side of my face, and rested at the back of my neck inside my waterproof enclosure. Once I had gulped down every drop of his warm golden fluid, he promptly hopped off the bed, turned off the lights, vid me adieu, and closed the door.

Underwater

They descended together, holding onto the shot line. Inside their helmets, the roar of the free-flow air was constant and intense. Every breath felt powerful.

Callum’s thoughts (voice vibrating inside the helmet): Fuck… this helmet is so loud. The suit is squeezing me, the condom already feels tight… and Luca looks incredible next to me.

Luca’s thoughts: The noise, the pressure on my neck, the way the drysuit rubs against me with every movement… the condom is definitely going to get used.

They worked on a simple valve job, but kept stealing glances at each other through the large visors. The sight of the other sealed in the heavy black drysuit with the big orange AH3 helmet was too much.

Halfway through the dive, Callum reached over and placed a gloved hand on Luca’s chest. That single touch was enough.

Luca’s eyes fluttered. He let out a long, muffled moan that was completely swallowed by the roaring air in his helmet, as he filled his rubber in strong, pulsing spurts. Callum followed seconds later — biting his lip inside the helmet as he shot thickly into his own rubber, legs trembling slightly.