Trinken im Schutzanzug.

I jumped on the phone to see if it had sold yet. I told the guy I didn’t need the helmet, but would take a look at both. I was worried he’d ask me a bunch of professional diver questions I wouldn’t be able to answer, but instead he was quite friendly. He described the gear in more detail and asked specifics about my size.

He had a deep sexy authoritative voice…but I was so horny thinking about that suit, maybe I was reading into it a little. I was surprised when he told me to be at his address in an hour, and then abruptly hung up the phone.

I grabbed my checkbook and headed out the door. Thankfully the GPS on my phone got me right to his address, a very nice two story brick house on a rather large lot.

He was standing in his garage when I pulled up. He was a big guy, maybe six inches taller than me, built like a lumberjack. I had to assume that the dry suit he was selling wasn’t his.

He was as direct in-person as he was on the phone.  “It’s down in the basement.” he said as I got out of the car. He motioned me to follow him, and led me to the back of his garage and down the stairs.  The suit and other gear was piled on a workbench.

“Let’s get it on you, see if it fits and all the gaskets work.” he said. I actually didn’t think I needed to try it on, but for some reason I nodded and said “Sure” as he handed me something silky and grey. 

“These are the thermals that go with the suit. Strip down and put it on first. Call me when you are ready and I’ll help with the suit.“  He then turned and walked back up the stairs.

I hesitated for a moment, but then I looked at that pile of red rubber on the bench, and decided to strip down. The thermal suit was made of a stretchy Lycra material. It had stirrups on the feet, a crotch flap and zipped up the front. I realized my hard-on was painfully obvious under the tight material. I was trying to adjust it to be less noticeable when I heard him come back down the steps.

“Ah good…let’s get you in the suit now.” he said.

“Yeah…uh okay.” I said, trying to casually cover my cock with my hand.

He didn’t seem to notice, picked up the suit, and pulled the back zipper open. “The ad said ‘Like new’, but it’s actually never been in water.” he held it open in front of me.

I gingerly stepped in, my feet sliding down into that cool interior. It was coated with a cloth-like material, so my legs and feet slid right down and into the attached boots. They were a perfect fit. I was relieved as he held up the front for me to push my arms and head through…he would no longer be able to see my raging hard-on.

The gaskets on the neck and wrists were soft and tight. I smiled, and said “Looks like it’s a perfect fit.”

“I think so, boy.” he said, moving around my rear. I felt him close the horizontal zipper, which sealed me into the suit. I wondered how difficult it would be to zip and unzip that by myself. 

“I think it will fit you alright”, he said. He motioned to the bright yellow Superlite helmet.  “Let’s get this on and see if it all seals tight.”

I shook my head, “I don’t think that’ll be necessary…I’m…” but he ignored me, pushing my head through the metal ring with a rubber gasket on it. The rubber on the neck of the suit and the rubber in the ring made for an air-tight fit around my neck.  “Uh…I’m okay with just taking the helmet, as-is.”  I reached up, trying to loosen the ring.

“Don’t be silly, boy”, he said, picking up the helmet and then brushing my hand aside.  He looked me with a piercing glare.  “You need to understand – this all has to go on.“  Before I could protest further, he was placing the helmet on my head.  It was soft and cushioned inside, and there was a rubber cup that fit over my nose and mouth.  I heard snapping sounds as he connected the helmet to the ring.

I thought I was hard before, but I was twice as hard now. Being inside both the suit and the helmet was a fantasy come true. I hoped later he wouldn’t notice the obvious pre-cum stains I was leaving all over the thermal suit underneath.

“One more thing left.” He said, as he stepped behind the workbench and grabbing a coil of green hose.  “Let’s hook this up and see if it all works.” 

I shrugged and said nothing.  He approached and hooked the equipment together. He turned a knob, and for a few seconds I couldn’t breathe anything, but then another turn and I could feel cool clean-smelling air. It was an odd sensation, each breath portioned air through the mask.  It was very mechanical, and insanely sexy.  I suddenly felt flushed and alert.”

“That’s probably too much oxygen than you are used to.” He said.  Let me adjust it.” He returned to the bench and started adjusting the knobs.  

I took a step forward, toward him, feeling the weight of the helmet, and the rubber that engulfed my body.  It felt too wonderful, my deepest fetish fantasy come true.

I started to say something, but the words seem to catch in my throat.  Talking was odd in the mask, and the mechanical sound of each breath was distracting.  There was a faint buzzing sound that was echoing in my ears that seemed to be growing louder. My arms and legs felt heavy.

He was suddenly there.  “That’s a good mix, isn’t it?” he said, “here lean up against this.” He guided me backwards, to a side of the basement where a small black equipment stand stood.  Each movement was somehow pleasurable.  It occurred to me that that the sensations I was experiencing could cause me to eventually orgasm, right here in the suit, in his basement.

He took my hands…the only thing not covered in rubber, and gently pulled them behind my back.  I wasn’t paying attention to him, I was somehow distracted by the green hose that fed from my helmet and across the floor to the tanks behind the table.  My brain slowly started to understand there was something intoxicating in the gas.  

My hands had been pushed into something soft and rubbery.  My wrists were now attached to each other…I tugged on them but couldn’t pull them back around.

The buzzing in my head was louder now, my limbs had somehow vanished and I seemed to be floating in a haze of rubbery ecstasy.  He seemed to be moving at inhuman speed – buzzing around me with rope and chain, and I soon found myself affixed there, spinning, floating, unable to move forward or fall.

All the while I could barely focus on what he was doing because I was getting hornier and hornier.  My entire body was a hard-on.  As he zipped around me he would brush up against me. Each touch in this suit was like a mini-orgasm.  The sensation was more than I could bear. I twisted and writhed in pleasure against the restraints.

I then realized he was rubbing my cock through the rubber suit, his eyes staring directly into mine through the mask. I stared back at him intensely…I wanted to say something, but words wouldn’t form.  He continued to rub, slowly and deliberately through the suit.

I realized I was about to cum.  I exhaled a loud, mechanical grunt.  I needed to say something…instead I made a noise like an animal in the helmet.

He smiled, reached up, and turned a knob on the mask.  My next breath didn’t happen…and neither did the next.  The mechanical sounds had stopped.  Nothing was going in or out. 

The buzzing sounds were like a crashing thunder, and I felt a brilliant white bolt crash from my cock and through my entire body. I erupted. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I squirted again and again.

And then I could breathe again. He was adjusting the tanks and everything was becoming crystal clear. The buzzing sound subsided. I was heaving in the helmet…heavy long mechanical breaths.  I was trying to comprehend what had just happened.  I quickly realized I was securely roped and tied in a stranger’s basement, but I was too exhausted to know what to do.

“That was very, very good, boy.” He said, approaching me.  I couldn’t respond.  I was out of breath, still panting. 

He picked up a roll of duct-tape from the table and started tearing off pieces.  He placed strip by strip over the glass on the helmet.  Within a few moments, was plunged into darkness. 

I started to blurt something out…  “Hey…uh…hey…what…huh…”, but the air supply had changed again. I could still breathe, but only slowly, I found myself forced to take long, slow breathes.  There wasn’t time enough left between breathes to speak with.  It effectively forced me to calm down.

To most humans this innocently looks like an ordinary VIKING RUBBER DRY SUIT.  But I have learned better.  It is a powerful beast that soon will be swallowing me whole.  

“IN YA GO!”  It calls out to me.

I must SUBMIT

I must obey the beast.

The beast is hungry

The beast wants to swallow me whole.  

As I pass thru the birth cannel (sometimes called a neck gasket) I am born again.

I become a DIAPERED RUBBER DRYSUIT DIVING DRONE.

I am not alone!!

A hungry beast is waiting patiently for you.

Want to try one on?

Just bear in mind that once it’s on, you’ll be locked in and will stay like that for the rest of the day and maybe overnight.

And if you complain about being too hot, for starters you’ll probably get a headshave to help you cool down. And if you still complain…well…

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