A Blind Date - Part 4

Author: eckie
Title: A Blind Date – Part 4
Date: 10 May 2005

During the train ride I reflected on the past days, hard days, but really great days, and when I felt unwatched I touched my steel belt through the pants, thinking how great that felt, though wondering how well I would manage the next two or three weeks inside it, having all the horny memories of this visit and not being able to jerk myself off over them will be tough... also if I meet someone for a play during that time, it will be an interesting situation.... but I felt so damned good in it that I did not worry so much more. Once arrived at home I went into my house and made myself another coffee, sat down and relaxed ... I looked down on myself again and thought about that slave, I was wearing his clothes now, and even that alone turned me on already again, causing the troubles down in my pants that are supposed to be there when locked up. I got up and went to the mirror, checking myself out in full, thinking that boy must have looked great in those clothes too, and if I would have met him somewhere, I sure would have tried to get him. I was thinking back on the day I spent tied to him, how much I enjoyed that, and now that I know him being that slave it turned me on even more, I should ask next time I visit to repeat that, or any other way to spend tie to him, I am sure he would enjoy it too.

With that I thought I'd go and check my computer for mails of the past days and maybe even mail Mike and let him know about my suggestion to spend some time tied to his slave next time again. I started my PC and found plenty of mails collected in the past days, I would go through them and reply later, but then one mail jumped to my attention, it was from Mike, so he mailed me already while I was in the train. I immediately opened it and started reading.

It said again how much he enjoyed my presence and play and that he will look forward to the next encounter. Also he told me that he would enjoy knowing that steel belt on me not only the time in-between, but who knows, maybe even after the next visit to him, I should think about it. he then mentioned his slave as well, especially about the bet he lost, he was sure that he would loose it and not be in time, but he actually wanted to stay tied to me for more than those 3 hours and set up that bet on purpose in a way that it can only be lost. He also told me how his boy liked the idea that the last bit of his possessions will be used by me for my ride home. Somehow that slave of his seemed to have fallen for me. He told me also that he had a talk with his slave at his return and that even his slave will look forwards to another visit of mine, and asked if I would be able to wear these clothes then again for him to see me in them. I thought why not, it arouses me too to know it is those slaves last reminder of his past I am wearing so I sure would do that on my next visit. Then I read further. Mike mentioned that I obviously not only enjoyed the bondage but also the work, and he told me that he had noticed me looking a this slave in a way that indicates more than just a curious look. He said that he could imagine me being the one next to that slave of his, there would be space for a number two as well and that his slave boy would sure love to have a slave brother like me. and the last of Mike's mail was that I should think about it in the meantime... and a s PS he added to his mail: I know you want to visit in two or three weeks, and I left you in that believe on purpose, but as matter of fact, I have planned a holiday together with my slave and will be away. I leave end of next week and will be back 4 weeks after, so unfortunately you will have to stay locked up until then. But when I am back you're welcome at any time to come around again.

I thought 'damn' ... that is more than I wanted, that is a total of 5 and a half weeks, how am I going to do that, but I smiled thinking of his intrigue, making me agree to that belt for short and knowing I wont be out that soon .... And also it will give me more time to think what he said ... would I agree to that? Maybe.... that night I didn’t sleep that much either, too excited inside that belt and too many thoughts about what to come, should I or not ... time will tell...

The weeks went on, and each day of the first three were pretty hard, each morning a hard on that shouts for attention but doesn't get any but his imprisonments pressure. Then it got easier, the longer I was wearing that belt, the better I get used to its control over my dick. I had a few encounters in the bars during that time, but avoided any contact too close to my crotch, I would have worried what to tell when someone found out about my belt, yet it excites me as well to have that restriction forced on my by someone else. Many of the nights I lie awake thinking about those days I spent there and a lot more thinking about that slave on his knees in the corner, the last view of that place before I left. I regularly wear that boy’s outfit, each time I put it on brings me back to that visit and I enjoy it more and more each time. I also cannot forget and read it often again what Mike said, what he said about his slave’s words, and thinking about the possibility he offered too. I like my life as it is, I have friends to be with, I go out and have fun, but as well of course have a rough workday often which I swear on, it is worth giving it up? And what will be the future like then, can I trade my freedom for the fun, will it be fun or will I want back again? Many questions around my head almost daily. But still I am counting the days of Mike's return from his holiday, I sent him already two mails that I will be visiting once he is back - first of all to get that belt unlocked, and secondly of course to meet him, his boy and his place again, hoping for more of what I enjoyed those few days there.

Finally the day of his return has come and I am curious if he replied to my mails already, right after work I head for the computer to check, but nothing from him in my mailbox. I sit there a bit disappointed and wonder if I should mail again, but then again, he got two mails already and I should not push it...

I decided for a dinner and some TV on the couch, and before going to bed I checked again the mails. This time not expecting anything, but hey... there it is, a reply from Mike. I click on it right away ignoring the rest of the mails in the box and start reading. He wrote about his good times on his holidays and how much his slave has gotten used to his new life, not only in the club but as well in the daily routines they live. And then finally answering my request of my first mail - yes he would be happy to have me and his slave spend some extended times tied together again, and his slave would sure love it as well, he told me that his boy had a big smile on his face when hearing about this request, in fact he still has while he is writing that email with his boy kneeling next to him. Then he continued that there is another bigger party this weekend in his club and if I would want to join.

I thought about work, one more day then it is weekend and I think I could take a day or two more off then, so decided to agree to that and visit right this weekend again. I replied immediately that I would love to visit and could even take one or two days off extra and when he would expect me then for that visit. It took only about 10 minutes for another reply of his. I was hoping for such quick reply and opened it right away. He tells me that I could come Friday evening already if I’d like and stay until I have to get back to work. He would pick me up at the train station this time. I looked up some train information on the net and wrote back that I sure love it and could be at the station Friday at 9 in the evening. He came back immediately with an answer, confirming he would pick me up at 9 at the station, and if I would do his boy the favor of wearing his ex-clothes, of course I would do that, I had that in mind anyway by myself already.

The next day I asked some more days off and that was no problem, so after that day I went home quickly, grabbed some quick food and headed for the train station, I was wearing that slaves clothes to work already so did not have to get changed. The train ride didn't want to end, it seemed a lot longer than last time, but finally with a few minutes delay it arrived. I got out of the train and looked around the station, but could not see Mike anywhere, so I went to the parking lot of that station and checked for his car, and indeed could see it at the far end of the, all alone half in the dark. I headed for the car and when I got closer I could see Mike sit inside smiling at me. I opened the door and said hi with a big smile and he replied back. I got in the car and he drove on right away, away from the station and after only 5 minutes we're out of town. He asked how I have been and how I feel now, I told him it was not that easy but obviously I managed, and he then asked me if I would prefer it on the seat or if I would prefer it in the trunk. I was joking that it is sure weird to be asked and have that choice, so he replied that that's fine then, he would decide and the trunk it is. He pulled over the next possibility, a small holding area without much light, but I haven’t seen many cars on this road so far, so doubt it would be any trouble.

He told me to get out of the car and behind it, I did as told and he immediately grabbed my arms on to my back and I heard and felt cuffs clicking in place. I smiled immediately, somehow I expected that form him. Then he opened the trunk and I was surprised what I saw - his slave chained up inside the trunk. Mike said that he wanted to be with us when picking me up and was hoping to spend the trip with me together in the trunk, so be it then, Mike said and pushed me inside, making sure I find space right next to his slave, facing each other, and even in the dark with the slave muzzled I could definitely see that big smile of that boy. The lid shut and we went on driving. I guess that is a nice first half hour to spend and enjoyed to be locked up with that boy in that trunk. The car stopped and I thought we are there, but instead nothing happened, we were both left in that trunk. After 15 minutes the car went on again. I was not sure where he went, since his club should have been reached by now, but the car stopped and started a few times before finally it stopped and the trunk was opened again. Mike smiled and said that he guessed I would not mind spending some more time in there while he did some errands needed for the evening.

I told him that I most certainly would not mind that at all, and having such a good company even better. he helped us both out and I could see that the boy was again (or still) wearing the same as I last saw him, the shackled and chains and the muzzle, and of course not to forget, his welded steel belt. We went inside the club through the backdoor and I could hear that it must be some busy in the club already, obviously already many people there. We got into his private room and the boy immediately went to one of the corners and took his position, obviously he has his place in every of the rooms here. He kept his head bowed, but I could see him trying to get a glance of me standing there once in a while, and I am sure he recognized his former clothes on me as well. Somehow the boy seemed tipsy today, not as calm as usual, maybe he is really happy that I am back and that we will spend some time again tied to each other.

Mike asked me if I want some drink or want to get changed right away, I did not have anything with me, but know that Mike will have something he would like to see me in, I told him I would sure enjoy a coffee now first. As soon as I said that the boy got up and disappeared in the back, to come back after a few minutes with a fresh coffee, placed it next to me on the table and went back to his place again. I noticed again his look at me, excited and scared at the same time, so I wondered... maybe he knew already what Mike had in mind for the tow of us ... I would just wait and let it come...

I drank the coffee and thought I sure will have to tell that boy how I prefer mine, it was bitter and too strong for my taste, but I still drank it all, the boy sure wanted to please so I did not want to disappoint him. Mike in the meantime grabbed some things out of his cupboard and when I finished the coffee he surprised me form the back with pulling a rubber hood over my face, no eyes, but open nose and mouth. Then he ordered me to strip completely, which was quickly done, next I felt was those steel shackles applied to my wrists and ankles, but no chain connecting them. I was then lead outside the room into the club where I could make out people paying immediate attention, they must have expected me (or someone being lead in like that). I was taken to the middle of the room where my wrists were attached to the left and right to a chain coming from the ceiling; also my legs were spread wide and attached to hooks in the floor. The chains from the ceiling then were lifted up, and I was stretched to a point where I could just stand on my tiptoes. Next I felt Mike putting a large gag into my mouth, larger than the ones I had before with him and this one without tube, so I could guess it would not be a long time gag for now.

I was left standing there for at least half an hour and could make out the others are talking about the procedure, whatever procedure they meant with it, and at some point I suddenly felts someone touching my hips, just where the belt ended. I was not sure whet was done, but obviously something was attached, it felt different. Suddenly I felt a collar being placed on my neck, the same heavy thick collar I had on once already. The music got turned up very loud then and I could no longer make out anything clearly. just at some moment I thought I got touched again, and again and again ... well I thought they might be dancing to the music around the place where I was stood and accidentally touching me occasionally, someone spilled a drink over me too during that one left one right, also on the back, they obviously are a bit drunk I thought.... then I was let down again and lead over to the wheel where I spent last time watching the boys ritual. I was helped to stand on the pedestals again and several hands immediately strapped my entire body on to it again, I was again unable to move, but I also did not see anything this time. Then the wheel started spinning, around and around and around, I got completely dizzy for a while, a great feeling being so absent and dizzy and helpless. The wheel stopped again with me upright luckily, I think upside down I might have vomited as dizzy as I was.

I could fees someone play with my nipples now, clamps were attached, rather soft ones so I had no trouble, a bit pulling on the clamps happened and they were removed again, just to be replaced by others, those ones very sharp biting and I moaned heavy indicating the pain they cause, so they got immediately off again. I heard Mike now telling me he will ease it up a little and I felt something rubbed on to my nipples and around them. a short minute later I could feel him again twisting the nipple, but this time I hardly felt anything, so I guessed the has some sedative cream or similar applied to stop the pain I felt before, and indeed whatever clamps he applied now I could hardly feel pain, someone twisting and pulling and pushing the clamps and all I felt was nice tingling. At some point the nipple playing stopped and I was left alone for a while, I thought it was about half an hour. The longer I stayed there the more of the previous pain on the nipples I felt though, I jut hoped it would not be too sore.

I was then taken off the wheel again and Mike lead me back out to his private room, telling me to stand still. I waiting a few minutes and he came back with something to put on. He told me my nipples are sore so to prevent rubbing he will put some plaster on it before getting me dressed. I though how much he really cares is great. Once done he told me to lift my leg one by one and get into the suit. He straightened the socks of it; it was a rubber suit again with attached feet. One inside the feet he pulled it all up to my torso, straightened it out everywhere again and then continued over the shoulders, my arms inside the sleeves which have attached finger gloves too. Then he pulled something underneath that heavy steel collar I still had on, I could not make out what it was right now. Then he took off the gag and the rubber hood and I could see that this suit had a hood attached as well, that was what he pulled underneath the collar, so that he did not have to take it off. He pulled that over my head now and made sure all is at its place, it fitted as if it were made for me. He then closed the back zips and padlocked them I got used to those padlocks; he wants everything to be securely locked on. He told me then that this suit would not come off before I leave; it had a zip at the back crotch area too, so that would not be a problem. Now he gave me a pair of waders to put on and then he applied those heavy shackles on my wrist and ankles again with the one feet chain between them, last attaching the interconnecting chain between those at the ankles and wrist to the collar. He tells me then that I am ready for now and should go out to the bar and help my little slave brother with his chores, his boy serving the crowd and me collecting empty glasses and bottles. When entering the bar again I noticed it being a lot more crowded, it was really rather full by now, and I saw the boy behind the bar serving the drinks, still chained and muzzled as before. I could see him smile under it again when he noticed me entering, but he immediately continued his work. I though I should do so as well, and shoveled as much as the chains allowed through the room, collecting all empty bottles and bringing them back to the bar. Being a busy night I was constantly busy with my collecting, in those chains you cannot carry as much as without, so I had to walk over and over again, and when finished at one end could start at the other all over again.

Finally the club emptied and once everyone was gone I helped the boy clean up the rest on the bar and clean up the clubrooms, while Mike did the finances of the evening. When finished with our cleaning we were back at the bar and I saw Mike sit there having a coffee for himself and on top of the bar a rubber suit and another pair of waders, as well as another muzzle. He told his boy to come closer and took of the boy’s chains and shackles and as well the muzzle, then he told me to help the boy get into that rubber suit, the same one as I wear. it took only short to have the boy covered just like me from head to toe in that suit, get the waders on him and Mike then locked all shackled and the suit itself of course on the boy. He did leave off the muzzle though and told us to get something to drink, and to make it plenty drinking. We went behind the bar and the boy got out two large 2 liter bottles of water and gave one to me, we drank it all eagerly and after some minutes we finished them and put the empty bottles where they belonged. Mike told us the come back to him again and the boy immediately went on his knees when being there, so I thought I might just comply and do the same. Mike had a wide grin on his face when he saw that and said, that we are two good boys and he's happy with us. then he applied the muzzle back to his slave and next the same one on to me head, you could have said that there are two twins kneeling there right now, looking identical, chained identical. then Mike produced another chain out of his pocket, very short and placed it on the boys collar front, then he told us to fact each other, nose on nose, and when we knelt there nose on nose he attached the other end of that short chain to my collar, we now could no longer pull away from each other, and when being fact to face has to look in each others eyes, but muzzled as we were we could not talk or kiss or lick or ... anything. Then he told the boy to go to bed. The boy got up and dragged me with him up of course and carefully we managed to walk towards the basement. It was not easy to get downstairs like that but we managed to get into one of the rooms downstairs. In the corner a cage just large enough to get us both inside and the door had a snap is lock, so one the boy pulled it shut it was locked. Even though it was dark I could see in the boy’s eyes that he was smiling and he dragged me downwards and we both attempted to get some positions where we could both lay comfortable enough o get some rest. after lots of dragging and pulling and pushing limbs we finally managed to find a position all wiggled with each other and the chains, but we were able to get a rest there- and even though it was not the most comfortable one, I enjoyed it very much because I was there chained to that slave again.

we got woken up by Mike the next day when he came in and unlocked that cage, we has some trouble to unwind our bodies and chains and Mike laughed watching us. He said get used to it you will sleep here together a lot. Once we were out of the cage the boy remained on his knees and me attached to his collar stayed just the same facing him. Mike took off that chain then and told the boy to get breakfast done. The boy left immediately and Mike pulled me up and said that he had plans for me. Tonight is diving theme party so I will need some decorations placed all over the place and you will be part of it. He told me to follow him and we went upstairs to the bar. the boy had prepared some sandwiches and coffee for his owner on the bar and I could see the boy kneel as usual in his corner, but this time with two plates in front of him and two cups coffee, it was obvious that this was for both of us the place to eat so I want there and took same position as the boy and waiting. Mike smiled and told us to get started and then started his own breakfast too. We eat and drank what we had and the boy got up twice during it to refill Mikes coffee, just to return back to me, kneel and continue his own.

once finished with the breakfast the boy cleaned up all the dishes and Mike came along to me and told me that we both will have to make sure of today’s decoration . The boy came back right that moment and was kneeling next to me then. Mike continued that the stuff we have to use for decoration is outside in the barn, the boxes marked 'dive' have everything we need to set up and that we should start right away. We both left to the barn and looked up the mentioned boxes, there were about 20 of them and we took them all inside the club. unpacking each of them reveals lots of aquatic items, suits, helmets, boots, gloved, masks, all that is used, and the boy started to place those items around the club, not just random, he seemed to have a plan in mind and it looked well while I watched him. I started placing the items as well, trying to match his pattern, and when all boxes were empty we looked around - the one or other items to move around a bit, but in general it looked alright. We took about 3 hours to finish it all, but we both - without having spoken a word through our muzzles - thought it is fine. It was the just after noon when Mike was back and checked the decoration, he did not say anything but from his looks we gathered he was satisfied with it. He then came up to us and told us both to get the two large boxes of his car inside. We went outside and got them as he told us, two pretty heavy boxes, placed them in the middle of the room, and since he was not present that moment we both went into the designated corner kneeling and waiting. We stayed there about an hour before Mike returned. He ordered his boy to get some lunch prepared while checking out the two boxes, he did not unpack anything so I was not sure about their content. But I was curious what it might be.

The boy came back with a plate he places on the bar for Mike an got back to get two more plates for us, placing them again on the floor at our corner. We both then waited until Mike took place at the bar and started his lunch, in the middle of it he finally told us to start and we had our own lunch as well. When we finished the boy immediately cleaned it all up and once finished was right next to me on his knees again. Those rubbered muzzled twins we were, we had not spoken a word since we met again, but it seems we just understood each other perfectly. Mike called us to get into the private room and wait there for him, we went there right away and the boy took his place again in a corner kneeling, so I joined him there the same way. Mike came after a short time and went to the cupboard, coming out with two black dry suits, holding them towards us and telling us to get into them. having no further orders we knew it was meant to be worn over out current rubber, so we both started getting into those dry suits, we helped out each other where needed and ended up both in black heavy rubber dry suits with feet, gloves and a open face hood attached, worn over our rubbered and muzzled bodies. Mike came back and grabbed two hoods from a drawer, two identical ones, full head covering gasmasks, he placed them over each of us and once zipped shut a padlock attached that zip to our collars. He then told the boy to wait here while he prepared me for the evening. It was only early afternoon, so I was curious what was to prepare, but I followed Mike as he told me. Back in the clubroom he told me to stand next to one of the boxed and he started to unpack it. Containing was one of those old antique heavy diving suits, lots of metal and weights and the ultimate steel helmet. He started with the suit itself, holding it in front of me and telling me to get inside. I stepped inside and with Mike's help we got it all over my body. It was pretty baggy but not as heavy as I thought. Next he added the steel plated boots that come with it, once I was laced into them I felt their weight immediately, every move I tried to make in them was extreme heavy. Next Mike added the gloves that come with that suit to my hands, once snapped shut to the ring on the suit I knew it was now difficult to do much with the hand, bulky thick heavy gloves covered my hands now. Then Mike added the metal plate around my shoulders, he places it proper and screwed it on to the suit. I was thinking ho much trouble people had to go through those times when diving professionally. The place was very heave steel and I wondered how people those times were able to deal with such weight on a longer time. But the heaviest was to come - Mike took out that steel helmet that goes with that suit and placed it over my head, once settled on the shoulder plate he turned it to settle it proper and then opened the front window in it. It was a strange feeling to be inside that helmet and again I wondered about the people in the old times that had to wear that on almost daily base. Mike continued getting the weight belt that originally is applied as well and placed it on my body, I was almost going into the knees when it was places on me, it was really heavy stuff, hard to really move much around in all that stuff I thought. When Mike was finished he told me that I should get used to it, it would stay on for a while, and to better accompany all the weight he told me to go outside and walk around the building until he calls me back again. I looked a bit dazzled nut started walking, the heavy steel on my feet made it not easy, but the heavy weight of the helmet and the additional weight on my body made it a real hard task - yet I went outside and started walking as he told. I started sweating heavily very quickly and thought that I hope to be called back in soon, but in fact I had to circle the building at least 20 times before he called me back in, I was sweating heavily and pretty exhausted by now from the weight I had to carry with me.

Back in the room I saw another diver just like me; the boy had been placed in the identical outfit in the meantime. Once I stood next to him Mike sent him away on the same trip round the building until he would call him back. The boy left right away and I could see him having the same troubles with the weight of the suit as I had. Mike then turned to me and told me that we both would have to do our evening job of serving and cleaning in that current outfit, the rounds circling the building were a first training to get used to the suits. But since it was still several hours before the club opens, we'd get to rest a while, to make sure we would not be too exhausted for the long night. He stood me on the side of the room and started to lower some chains connected to a x-frame from the ceiling. Once the chains reached my waist he stopped it and came back to me to start attaching the chains to the weight belts I had around my body. He also added a suspension strapping around my waist and thighs. Next he used some rope and straps to fix the heavy helmet to the top on the frame very tight so that once lifted it would be taken off the shoulders a little, hence taking the weight off my shoulders. Now he told me to spread my legs a bit and then attached a spreader bar of two feet with ankle restraints on there and last he attached restraints to my wrist and locked each to one side at the chains as well. He then disappeared of my limited sight through the helmet window and I could feel him handling the helmet on the backside. Shortly after some hissing sound came into the helmet, he must have connected it to an air supply. Then he reappeared in my view and told me that the party would start in 5 hours, so I should get a good rest up there to be fit for it. Then he closed that small window and right after I felt the winch lifting my heavy encased body up to the ceiling. The helmet window only allowed a view straight forward, but since I could see the opposite ceiling, I knew that I was up there all at the top of it now. I of course tried the restraints but other than a slight swinging I could not achieve. I got horny once again as so many times while being here, and once more was swearing on that steel device causing heavy troubles to my dick, but I floated between horny and pain almost continuously since I got locked into it and had to admit that I actually liked it a lot. Still I was looking forward to the end of this visit when it would be taken off again. I could make out Mike calling in his boy now and guessed he would have that same treatment as I had now, and after 10 minutes I saw him appearing in my helmet window - he was suspended like me, just on the opposite site of the room. We now were seeing each other here in our 'resting' position, but the rubber masks we had on prevented to see any motion in each others face and eyes. but I was sure he was feeling the same way as I did, I thought that in fact we had been both locked in that device at almost the same day and in it ever since, and he must be sweating and feeling just like me, and again I got hard even more by thinking about these two twins sharing their faith that same was all over.

For the next few hours there was nothing else to see or hear but the hissing of the airflow into the helmet and the view of the other boy hanging up here just like I do. since I did not move at all hanging here I even cooled down a bit and was no longer sweating, but thinking of working here in the club all evening in this outfit I was sure that there would be plenty more sweat to come. I tried to relax and get read for that night and suddenly I felt myself being lowered again. Back standing on the floor I could see that there were a few others in the room already, so the club must have opened by now and have the first guests. Mike undid all restraints and chains so that I once again had the full weight of the suit on myself. He opened the front window of the helmet again and told me to get started behind the bar; guests were waiting for their drinks. I lifted my weight which seemed a lot heavier than before over there and started as ordered. I wondered why the boy was still left hanging up there; then again there were not yet many people here so not enough work for two slaves at this time. The guests arrived slowly and all of them wearing rubber in some forms, and of course many applied to the evenings theme and were in any forms of diving gear, dry suits and some even full equipped with goggles and even flippers. I could make out tops but as well slaves standing, kneeling, being on leash, a pretty mixed crowd I thought, but a good one. I thought I was lucky to be behind the bar, I would not have to walk too much in that heavy outfit, just the few steps to the left and right when serving the guests, still with the heavy suit and accessories on it I was sweating continuously, and the temperature in the club did its work as well of course. I saw Mike take the boy down at some point and he obviously was told to get started too, since he immediately walked around as good as the outfit allowed and collected like I did another evening all the bottles and glasses. I caught myself watching him often during the evening, somewhat I might have fallen for him too, even though we had not spoken a word ever since we met, I felt there was some connection that was drawing me towards him and making me enjoy to share this time with him in the same way. I almost could feel what he must have felt in each of the situations we were put in.

The evening went on well and I could see all of the guests having their fun, but I also was surprised that they obviously took us two slaves as a normal granted part of the club, no special attention, no comments, just as if we were normal waiters. After the evening ended and the guests left Mike has the both of us clean up the entire club, having had a long evening the weights of our suits were getting really heavier by the minute, and now having to walk all over the place did not make it easier. But we managed to finish after an hour and came back to Mike sitting at the bar having finished his finances of the evening and drinking a coffee. He looked at us kneeling in front of him and said we had a great evening and the guests were happy as usual with all of it, and that included the service of the boys. I smiled under my rubber mask and was sure the boy would too, it feels great to hear appreciation, even when being or behaving like a slave, who's natural duty is to do his job to the best possible. Mike continued that he thought we two sure like those outfits a lot, I guess I would say I DO like it, but after some time I sure would prefer getting that weight off my body. Mike then said that it would be time to call it a night and get us ready for it. I thought we'd be let out of those suits now and return to the cage of the last night but I was wrong. He told us to get outside in the backyard next to the containers and wait - so we did and by the time we arrived, Mike already followed with a large box on wheels behind him. He placed it behind us and handled it for some time while we were just waiting for what was to come. I could also make out other noises, I guessed he had also some equipment installed outside here; it was most certainly a winch I could hear. when Mike appeared in our view again he told us to turn around and both step into the frame there, when turning around I could see a metal frame with a bottom to stand on and lots of hooks on all bars all over the frame, we could step both inside and just fitted next to each other, facing each other with our helmet window almost touching. I could almost see the boy’s eyes in there, but it was too dark to recognize it well.

Mike started to fix the two of us to those frame bars with chains and ropes, to the sides, to the top, straps to hold the boots in place, my hands were placed around the boys body and crosswise fixed to the corner bars, the boys arms the same way around my body, so we both hugged each other now, and then I could suddenly head the hissing in my helmet again, right before Mike closed our both helmet windows and strapped out helmets together window on window. he then added support for the helmets towards the top of the frame so that the weight was taken off our shoulders a bit again, at the end you had two hugging divers standing next to each other unable to move much at all, only able to start into the dark of the others helmet. The frame started moving, first a little up and then to the side, just to get lowered down again, but not just that little bit we were lifted before, no - we were lowered down much more and I suddenly could feel pressure around my legs, there must have been some sort of a tank filled with - well, water maybe or whatever it was, and we were lowered down into it. I could not see what happened but when the pressure of the fluid could be felt over the shoulders and suddenly total darkness was around I guessed we were both totally under by now. The movement of the frame stopped and a banging noise that could just be made out told me that obviously we're in place and whatever lid covered this tank was now closed. Knowing Mike I assumed he would even padlock that lid now, even though there is definitely no chance ever to get out there ourselves. Since Mike also told us we're getting ready for the night I knew that we'd be down here all by ourselves till the next day when Mike decided to take us out again. I felt the boy trying to move a bit and I did the same, all that could be felt was a slight hugging of each other, I was sure the boy would be hard as hell, just like I was right now, and I would have loved exchanging eye contact or much more to talk to him now, but we were together and still alone...

With the time passing I could sleep the one or other short bit and was sure the boy had the same, and I was wondering how much time passed so far. also after some time I got to sweat much more than before, obviously it warmed up inside this tank, the sun outside must be shining fully on the lid of the tank and heat it up. It was getting so warm that at some point there was no more thinking about dozing away, only sweating and heavy breathing. It made the time seem more endless, from my feeling I would have said we're stuck down here more than a day already, but I guessed it was still just hours that had passed. the occasional moving of the boy reminded me that I was not alone there in this tank and I tried as good as the restraints allowed to hug him back, making him know that I feel the same as he does. After an eternity the frame suddenly moved again and shortly after we were up there on the daylight again. I could feel Mike hosing us two down while still being attached to the frame and each other and then he started undoing all the restraints holding us there. I was exhausted even though I haven't moved much the past hours and the weight was heavier than ever once any support was gone. Mike opened the window of the helmet and joked that we sure had a good night down there and that it was time to get some food. He started to undo the helmet of the boy first and then take off all his equipment until he finally stood there with his rubber and muzzle only. He sent him inside to get some food done and then started getting me out of the suit as well. It was a relief to be out of it and to be able to stand without those weights on the body, that heavy collar around my neck seemed to be a featherweight right now to me compared to the last hours. He told me to get inside as well and followed me. the boy already had some coffee and food on the bar for Mike and I could see the tow cups and plated in the corner for us too with Mike kneeling there waiting. I joined him and Mike took off our muzzles so we could start too. It was great to get some food and drink and it needed a few refills for all of us before we were finished. The boy cleaned up and Mike came to me and told me to bend over. he opened the back zip of the suit and unlocked the plug, I did not want to say anything earlier but actually really had to use the bathroom and Mike must have thought so too since he told me to go there and take my time and also get under the shower, making sure to flush out all under the rubber as good as it can be done.

When sitting on the toilet and doing my business I realized why that shower also was essential, he did not undo the front of the belt and while I had to piss too it spread all over me inside the suit, like it did the evening before and actually each time since I was in that suit. So starting to shower I tried to get as good as possible everything flushed even inside the suit, not an easy task, but doable with much efforts. The only way out of the suit was either the hood or the sip in the crotch so it again took some efforts to get all water and cleaning out of the suit again after I finished. I toweled the rubber off a bit and returned to Mike, his boy at that moment getting the same treatment, his plug removed and sent off to the bathroom. Mike ordered me to bend over again and inserted the plug again, I was surprised about the ease it went in, I really got used to have it inside almost permanent and I loved the fact that it was even locked most of the time since I got into this belt. Mike closed the back zip and locked it again as well and then told me to get some more to drink before he placed and locked the muzzle back on me and told me to get back to my place. I went to the corner and knelt down as usual and waiting, this time without any chains so I thought I’d not only keep my head bowed but place my hands on the back too. I heard Mike comment it with being good boy and I smiled under my mask. The boy returned after some time and soon after ended right next to me the same way. I would have loved to hug and touch him right now and again talk and even kiss him, but we both stayed in place not moving, knowing it is what Mike expects. to be continued ...