Divemasters - part 2

Author: scubaben
Title: Divemasters - part 2
Date: 16 February 2007

I lay on the sofa and went back to sleep, to be woken by Ben arriving with a tray of breakfast and a large glass of orange juice. I wolfed the food down while Ben sat silently on the corner of the coffee table, gazing at me intently. He was wearing some tight white Calvin Klein boxer trunks. He looked beautiful, as ever. I glanced at him every now and then as I ate.

“How are you feeling after your rest?” he asked eventually as I pushed the tray away. Fine, I replied, although I could do with some fresh air. I asked him how long I going to stay chained up. “Well, that depends on lots of things really. Gavin and I talked about it last night while you were knocked out, and we decided that we are going to keep you here long-term” Ben continued. “You’re the most promising lad we’ve had yet. We hope that you’ll eventually want to stay here permanently. But in the meantime we thought it best to make you secure” he said as he nodded towards my crotch. “Better safe than sorry.”

I thought about what he had said. Yesterday’s play session had been absolutely wild. I was single, had recently been made redundant, had no mortgage or financial commitments. Even if I just stayed for a few days maybe, what could be the harm in that?

As these thoughts were whirring around in my head, Ben shifted forward on the table and grasped my hands in his. “While you’re thinking about that, do you feel up for some more playtime?” he asked with an infectious grin spreading across his face. You bet, I replied. “Glad to hear it” he said, as his grip slipped over my wrists and suddenly tightened. “What the ...?” I gasped as I heard a rattling noise behind me, and as I turned I glanced sideways to see Gavin as he pulled something black over my head. I could smell the leather as I shook my head violently and tried to pull my wrists away from Ben. He let go of one arm , but twisted the other painfully behind my back, forcing me onto my front on the sofa. Sitting astride my ass, he gripped both wrists tightly again and held them in the small of my back, leaning his weight onto my upper body and pushing me into the leather cushion. Meanwhile I felt Gavin secure the hood - I could hear the buckles rattling as a couple of them were fastened around my neck. Ben let go of my arms and scrambled up onto my shoulders, where I felt him grip my head between his knees. I gave up struggling. There didn’t seem any point.

My eyes were covered, and I couldn’t tell about the nose, but there seemed to be an opening in the hood at the level of my mouth – breathing was easy, despite my head being forced into the cushion. I could also make quite a lot of noise and I therefore protested loudly. The hood became progressively tighter as I felt Ben swiftly lace cord through small D-rings at the back of the hood. He then pulled my head back and pushed a gag through the mouth hole – I didn’t expect it, or I would have kept my mouth shut. The gag wasn’t too uncomfortable – it just seemed to be a stiff rubber tube which kept my mouth slightly open, and pushed down against my tongue. I could make just as much noise, but it no longer made any sense.

Ben shifted backwards and I felt him grasp my chin and pull my head up from the sofa. While all of this was going on, my cock was starting to get hard under me, although it seemed to be trapped painfully in the leather jockstrap that I was wearing. Wrestling had always been another turn-on for me, and being manhandled by two muscular guys was starting to get me going. As Ben held me, I felt Gavin pull something else over the hood and I heard another three straps rattle through their buckles before he fastened them. As he pulled each one as far as it could go, I felt bands of tightness around my forehead, the back of my head and under my jaw. So much so that I could no longer move my jaw at all.

Ben climbed off my back, and my hands shot immediately to my head to try to pull the hood off, only to find several small padlocks at the buckles. “You bastards” I tried to say, but without the ability to move my jaw or my tongue I could only moan loudly. I stood up from the sofa and tried to move away blindly, but the tug on my balls from the chain that held me to the floor stopped me short. I heard one of the guys laughing. There was nothing I could do. I felt for the sofa and sat down again. As I could no longer see I had no option other than to sit and wait.

After a few moments I felt a hand on my head, as Gavin pulled the blindfold from the hood. “That’s better. We want you to see exactly what’s going on, just like last time”, he said. I protested back at him loudly. He leaned down so his glaring eyes were level with mine, and frowned. “Shut the fuck up, boy. I can see by the bulge in that chastity jock that you’re enjoying this, so that’s enough of your complaining”. He was right. I hung my head, partly out of shame and partly because I felt that that would be what he wanted me to do. I could imagine Gavin having a bit of a temper if he were provoked, and I realised that provoking him probably wasn’t a good idea.

He was wearing a clean white jockstrap, that was perhaps a size too small – it fitted him tightly around the waist and the cotton pouch definitely strained against its contents. Unfortunately I couldn’t see his ass, but I imagined the straps slightly pinching his glutes.

Ben came into the room and sat on the low table next to Gavin, dropping his large divebag next to him. Smiling playfully as he delved into it, he pulled out the nipple toys. Fuck, not those again, I thought. Shaking my head violently in disagreement and moaning loudly, I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted back into the corner of the sofa as far as I could go. A cruel smile playing across his lips, Gavin picked up a small remote control and as he pushed one of the buttons with his thumb I received a massive shock as what felt like several hundred volts shot into my balls. It was like being kicked. Hard. The initial pain soon diminished but left behind an agonising dull ache. “I wouldn’t make me do that again if I were you” he smirked. Meekly I shifted forward on the sofa and held my arms out at my sides, giving Ben free access to my chest.

Peeling off some backing tape, Ben stuck one of the devices over each of my nipples. “These are a semi wireless version,” he explained as he pushed them hard into my chest. “We haven’t used them before, so this is a bit of an experiment. If the remote control works, it should be a lot less hassle than using the large control box that you saw yesterday”. I looked down to see wires from the two domes feed into a small central box, which Ben was taping to my sternum with a wide piece of duct tape. “They’re controlled by Gavin’s Master remote over there, and the internal design’s a bit different too, with fewer brushes. Oh, and we’ve added a couple of electrodes in each one, for a bit of a kick.” Jesus, I thought as I looked at the devilish smile spreading across Gavin’s face. He picked up the remote, and I felt the dreaded slow brushing against my hardening nipples. I started squirming with the stimulation, and Gavin cut the machine off. “Seems to work absolutely fine” he smirked, as Ben delved into the bag to get some more things out.

“We thought we’d try you with some wetsuit practice” continued Ben as he pulled a bundle of neoprene from the bag, and shook it out. It was an old-fashioned wetsuit jacket made of black sharkskin with taped yellow seams and a beaver tail. However looking at it more closely the shape of it seemed somehow wrong, being quite long in the body and having obviously extra-long sleeves. I watched as Ben turned it over and unzipped it. The neoprene was thick, and the jacket had a long yellow webbing belt sewn right across the inside surface of the jacket’s back, with the free end of the belt dangling from one sleeve and the buckle end dangling from the other. The jacket’s collar also seemed a lot taller than normal, and several D-rings had been sewn around it in strategic places, reinforced with black nylon webbing.

Ben talked as he checked the jacket over. “When the dive centre replaced its wetsuits a few years ago, we rescued quite a few from the trash. We’ve made all sorts of things with them. Gavin had the idea of converting this one into a kind of straitjacket, so we re-tailored it slightly and added a few bits and pieces. If you find normal wetsuit jackets difficult to get out of, you might find this one a bit of a struggle too” he grinned.

Gavin came up to the sofa with a small bunch of keys and ordered me to stand up. “I’m going to take that leather chastity jock off you now, but I need to make it clear that you shouldn’t even think of trying to escape. Firstly, the apartment is locked, so you won’t be able to get far. Secondly, there are two of us and only one of you. Thirdly, under that jock you’re wearing a solid steel electrified cockring, which I can control remotely, and you also have electrodes on your nipples. All I have to do is to press that button there...” he said, indicating the remote control. I wasn’t going anywhere. In any case, I wasn’t completely sure that I wanted to be anywhere else.

Gavin turned me round, and I felt him remove the padlock at the back of the belt. Having unlocked it, he pulled down the leather strap dividing my ass cheeks, which came as somewhat of a relief. I hadn’t realised how uncomfortable it was. Turning me to face him, he undid the lock at the front, pulling down the zips either side of the front leather pouch, giving him access to the belt buckle which held the jock on as well as freeing my cock from it’s prison. A couple of seconds later the thing was being gently pulled over my cock and balls. I looked down and saw that I had been shaved, and noticed a wide, thick steel ring encircling the top of my balls. Freed from its tight prison, my cock was getting harder. Gavin unclipped the steel chain which connected the cockring to the bolt in the floor, finally allowing me to move beyond the sofa.

Ben handed me a clean jockstrap. Pulling it on, it felt so much more comfortable than the leather contraption - it fit me snugly and the steel ring pushing my cock and balls into the fabric of the pouch. He then handed me the thick latex chaps shorts that I had been wearing yesterday, which by the look of them had been cleaned and polished. With some difficulty I slid them up my legs (they were tight) and once I had them on Ben smoothed them down, straightening out edges and creases by running his hand up and down my thighs and across my waist, his hand straying occasionally to caress my cock through the cotton pouch.

He then picked up the jacket and held it open in front of me, so that I could put my arms into the sleeves. I started to understand the design – the jacket had been altered to be worn backwards, with the zipper running down the length of my spine. The yellow webbing belt which ran across the back and along the sleeves was actually at the front of the straitjacket once it was on. I held my arms out in front of me and bunched my fists and with Ben holding one side and Gavin the other, they pulled the sleeves over my arms. I immediately realised that the jacket was going to be a tight fit, as my arms got stuck halfway along each sleeve. Both guys were pretty determined though and while Ben unzipped some zippers at the ends of the sleeves, Gavin moved behind me and grasping the edges of the jacket, put one foot in the middle of my back and pulled the jacket onto me by brute force.

Both guys went around behind me to pull the zippered edges together, which took them a short while. “Breathe in” said Ben as they got the fastener engaged at the bottom, and pulled the zipper up to the back of my neck. The jacket was tight. In fact, it was very tight. Ben zipped up the ends of the sleeves that he’d previously loosened, while Gavin secured the jacket’s tall collar around the bottom of the hood, buckling the jacket’s zipper in at the top so that it couldn’t be undone. The sleeves ended about 6 inches beyond my hands. As the neoprene was so tight, this effectively rendered my hands useless as I couldn’t spread my fingers out and I couldn’t easily pull the sleeves up to expose them either.

“You OK?” Ben asked. I nodded and grunted an affirmative through the gag. So far so good. Ben grasped my arms by the elbows and pulled them across my body so that I was hugging myself. Gavin, who was behind me, picked up the two ends of the webbing belt and deftly fed the plain end through the buckle, pulling it tight with a jerk. I tested the give of the belt, but it held solid. I was now effectively imprisoned – I couldn’t move my arms much, and I couldn’t feel a thing through the neoprene that covered my hands. My cock lurched in the jockstrap as I realised that I was in a fix again, although I guessed neither of the guys could see it as the jacket’s beaver tail hung down between my legs, hiding the pouch from view.

I was starting to get warm. The jacket was long enough to cover the top half of my ass, and must have been at least 6mm thick. Gavin asked me to try to move my arms. I couldn’t pull them apart, but there was a bit of give when I tried to move them up and down. He rummaged in the bag, finding a couple more yellow nylon webbing belts which he proceeded to loop around each of my biceps, just above the elbows. Drawing the ends together behind me, he buckled them together and drew them tight. Just to make sure, he tugged both sets of belts as hard as he could - the ones along my sleeves pulled my arms in to hug me even tighter, and the ones around my biceps pulled my arms against the tension of the first strap. I now had no movement at all in my arms.

Meanwhile, Ben had been rummaging through the bag and had found a length of white rope. As Gavin was threading and tightening the belts holding my arms, Ben knelt on the floor in front of me and fed one end of the rope through a D-ring at the bottom edge of the jacket, just to one side of the beaver tail. “We don’t want you getting out of this by pulling it over your head”, he said. As I thought about how unlikely it was that I would be able to get out of the jacket by pulling it over my head, he knotted the rope, his hand constantly brushing either the beaver tail or the front of the jockstrap, stroking my already hard cock.

Gavin had finished with the arm straps, and crouched down behind me. Ben passed the free end of the rope between my legs to Gavin, who passed it through a D-ring at the back of the jacket on same side as the one that Ben had started on. Gavin passed the end back between my legs to Ben who fed it a second time through the first D-ring, tugging it tight. I felt the rope grip my ass cheek. Maintaining the tension in one hand, Ben then passed the rope under my ballsack to the D-ring on the opposite side of the jacket front, and the process was repeated on the other side of the jacket. The rope was pulled taut before finally being tied off at the front. The effect was to increase the tension between my legs, gripping my ass cheeks and pulling my cock and balls upwards, as well as fixing the bottom of the jacket securely in place.

Ben and Gavin stood up to admire their handiwork. Standing in front of me, they both looked magnificent, their pure white underwear highlighting their tanned, muscular bodies. “You still OK?” Ben asked. “We’re almost done”. I nodded, and tried to say that I was getting too hot, but the gag translated my words into garbled nonsense. He grinned back at me, and patted the top of the hood. Gavin delved into the bag and brought out what looked like a thick black latex codpiece. He held it up for me to see. “Another of our projects. The inner surface is lined with vibrating and rotating rubber nodules. Once it’s in position, it will feel like a hundred fingers playing with your cock and balls. All remote controlled, and I can vary the intensity so it feels either like you’re being gently stroked, or kneaded like dough”. He crouched down in front of me, and lifted the flap of the beaver tail. The cup slotted into a thin pouch attached to the neoprene, and as he pulled the beaver tail through my legs, he carefully adjusted the cup to align it correctly with my anatomy, stroking my cock and balls as he did so. Ben had moved round to take the end of the tail and attach it to the fasteners over my ass. I heard a couple of padlock clicks as Gavin continued to adjust the cup over my genitals until he was satisfied. It seemed like a perfect fit, and I could feel the nodules almost all the way around the pouch – my straining cock pushed into some of them, and others fondled my balls from below.

“We need to go out to pick some stuff up, and you could probably do with some exercise. Stretch out all those stiff muscles. We don’t want you losing that gym-toned body. So we’ve decided to leave you to your own devices for a while”, Ben said. He picked up the blindfold from the table, and came over to me to clip it into place on the hood. “I’m sure you’ll be fine on your own, and we won’t be gone for long”.

Taking an arm each, they walked me slowly away from the sofa. After several paces we stopped and they turned me around. “Legs apart” said Gavin, as one of them nudged my right foot so that I was standing with my feet shoulder-width apart. I felt the other leaning gently on one shoulder and heard a loud click, first at one side of my head and then the other. After that, I heard a quiet whirring noise as a gentle pressure pulled my shoulders upwards. I guessed there must be D-rings on the jacket shoulders, although I hadn’t noticed these before. After a few seconds I had to move my feet closer together just to maintain contact with the floor. The upward pull continued. Just as my heels were leaving contact with the floor, it stopped. Although not exactly suspended (my feet were still largely touching the floor) I couldn’t move away from the exact position where I stood. The pressure tugging the top of the jacket was transmitted to the ropes around my crotch, pulling the massage cup closer around the jockstrap pouch.

“You should be fine just here” I heard Ben say. “You’ll need a bit of room for your exercise”. I wondered what he meant by exercise. As far as I was concerned I couldn’t move much of my body to exercise, and suspended as I was I certainly couldn’t run around anywhere.

Suddenly I felt the nipple cups whirr into action, gently at first and then increasing to a continuous strong stimulus. I grunted into the gag and tried to shake my upper body to either dislodge them. My arms strained against the straps that held them, but there wasn’t a position I could adopt that would ease my predicament. I jolted in the straps as the electrodes randomly shot sparks into my hardened, sensitized tits. I heard a door slam in the distance and guessed that the guys had left the apartment.

The massage cup then hummed into life, with the small rubber nodules vibrating at high speed while rotating slowly, feeling out the crevices of the jockstrap pouch. The hyperstimulation was agonising and I yelped loudly through the gag. Eclipsing my efforts with the nipple cups, I tried to shake the thing from my groin by lifting my legs one at a time and twisting and turning, trying anything to move my legs into a position that would somehow reduce the stimulus. Each time I moved my legs away from dead centre, the pressure would increase on the ropes around my groin thereby pulling the codpiece in tighter. Standing on one leg and moving the other helped a small amount by moving the cup slightly to one side, although the stimulus was at just the right level to make this possible only for a few seconds before having to dance again. “Mind over matter, mind over matter”, I thought to myself, standing still and doing my darned best to ignore the constant play of my nipples and genitals. But each effort lasted moments. Occasional jolts through the cockring didn’t help my concentration either.

Agonisingly, the vibration of the rubber fingers was just not quite right to make me come, although it was making me as horny as hell. After a few minutes the vibration and rotating movement stopped, allowing me some respite from the agony, and I was able to stand still for a minute. The nipple cups slowed to a constant tickle as I fought to catch my breath – at least the tube gag allowed me to breathe as much as I needed. My legs were starting to ache from all of the dancing around and I was sweating like a pig in the hood and thick rubber jacket.

The nipple brushing started again, with a slow tickling rotation in the opposite direction. The temptation to squirm in my bonds was great but I fought it while the stimulus made my cock strain against the jockstrap and cup. I tried desperately to think of other things, of my life before I’d come on holiday, of my family. Mind over matter. Just like as kids when my cousin would pin me to the ground and try to tickle me – if I managed to concentrate really hard I didn’t end up a squirming giggling wreck. I could beat this thing too. Mind over matter. But then the cup started vibrating gently without the movement of the fingers, and as the intensity of the vibration increased the rubber nodules transferred the stimulus straight into the most sensitive parts of my cock and balls. My concentration was shattered and as the vibrations got stronger and stronger, I came violently, groaning loudly and shaking in my bonds. The vibrations and tickling reduced in intensity, and stopped for what must have been a couple of minutes, while I recovered and collected my thoughts. Then it started again...

I was left suspended like that for what seemed like hours, and rapidly became tired. The program controlling the devices seemed to know to increase the duration and intensity of the stimulation after each time I’d shot my load. After coming maybe three times, I didn’t have the energy to squirm and dance, so I just swung from my bonds, letting the waves of agonising pleasure break over me. After the fourth time I came, the stimulus died down as before, but didn’t start up again.

I felt truly exhausted, both mentally and physically. After a while I heard footsteps approach, and Ben detached both the blindfold and the gag, holding up a bottle of chilled water to my mouth as he pulled my head back using the straps on the hood. I managed to swallow some of it but most of it dribbled down my front and was soaked up by the wetsuit. “Don’t you feel better for all that exercise?” he grinned. “We’ve been here all along. Wouldn’t have missed all that dancing for the world.” I could barely whisper back to him. “Can you let me down now please?” “Uh-huh, we’ll let you down maybe, but we won’t let you out just yet” he said, as he walked over to one of the iron pillars which held up the ceiling and flicked a switch. I heard a whirring noise above me as I was lowered slowly from the ceiling. Gavin held me tightly as I weakly found my footing, and then the two of them walked me slowly back towards the low table and sofa. They sat me on the table. It felt so good to sit down at last. Gavin fetched a large padded leather cushion which he put on the table behind me, while Ben delved into his bag and pulled out some thick leather belts which he proceeded to fasten around each of my thighs, just above my knees. The belts had several D-rings sewn into the leather along their length. Gavin had his arm around my shoulder and was talking to me softly but firmly, telling me how glad they were to have found me and how I was measuring up to be one of the best boys they’d ever played with. Supporting me as I rested, he distracted my attention away from Ben as he firmly attached smaller belts around my ankles.

“What are you doing now?” I asked. “Well you’ve had your exercise” Gavin said as I snorted in
response, “so we thought you’d like a bit of a lie down. And maybe some good old fashioned fucking?” Jeez, I thought. “That’s fine by me”, I replied, “but can’t you untie me so I can be a bit more... active?” Gavin continued. “But we don’t want you active. In fact, we don’t really want you to be able to move much at all”. “Except maybe just your tongue,” Ben grinned.

Looking down I saw that Ben had finished securing the belts around my legs. It struck me that these were proper leather bondage straps rather than the nylon weight belts that they had used so much before, but I guessed they must be into bondage in a big way and must have loads of gear somewhere.
The two guys stood up and pushed me down to lie face down in the centre of the table on top of the large leather cushion. My head was unsupported and I had to crane my neck to look at anything other than the wooden top of the table.

On one side of me Gavin was unfurling several long lengths of white rope, one of which he deftly tied to the D-ring on my right shoulder, running it the along to the right hand corner at the head end of the table. Looping it through an eye-bolt on the underside of the table, he threaded it back through the same D-ring on my right shoulder and tied it off. Ben did the same on my left hand side. The result was that my shoulders were neatly and symmetrically roped to that end of the table. The two guys swiftly ran ropes from D-rings at my biceps to the side edges of the table, which they pulled tight. After this they moved further down the table where I couldn’t see them. However, I felt them attach ropes to the D-rings at the bottom of the jacket which they pulled as tautly as they could before tying them to the other end of the table. Quite a neat trick, I thought. Using only 6 lengths of rope, they had lashed me to the table so that I could neither pitch nor roll in any direction. The large cushion held me firmly and comfortably.

Secured to the table, I could move only my head and legs. More rope was produced, and threaded through the D-rings on the straps around my ankles, which were then pulled up to D-rings at the sides of the jacket. The effect was like a hogtie, but with one ankle pulled each side of my ass. They attached ropes to the thigh belts and ran these to the sides of the table just below the level of my ass, spreading my legs apart. None of the ropes was uncomfortably tight, but after they’d finished I could really only move my head.

“How does that feel?” Ben asked as he came round to the top of the table where I could see him. Surprisingly comfortable, I said, but added that I was getting a bit of a stiff neck. “Hey, no worries mate. We can’t be having that”, he replied before returning with a bungee cord which he fastened between the back of the hood and somewhere on the back of the jacket. It was the perfect solution – my head was held extended in a fairly neutral position, but the bondage had some give in it so I could move my head around if I really wanted to.

I felt Gavin kneel behind me, and unlock the padlocks which attached the beaver tail in place at the back of the wetsuit jacket. The tail now loose and my ass exposed amongst the ropes, I felt him gently push a lubed finger into my hole. He massaged it around gently, before applying some more lube with 2 fingers. Meanwhile in front of me, I watched Ben slip off his Calvins to reveal a fair-sized hard on. His cock, although not massive, was as beautiful as the rest of him.

“Mate, you’ve been a fucking star so far. Are you ready for this?” he asked. Craning my head up, I grinned back at him. As I felt Gavin rubbing the lube into my ass, Ben grasped the back of my hood and guided my mouth down onto his cock, which I devoured hungrily. He groaned as he continued to hold the back of my head, while Gavin fell onto his hands and knees and entered me. His cock was bigger than Ben’s, and I could feel it stretching my hole. Leaning on my back, he started to fuck me good and hard while I sucked Ben off. Ben came first, into my mouth. Gavin wasn’t far behind him, thrusting me harder into the table before collapsing onto my back. I continued to lick Ben’s cock while Gavin’s was still inside me.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, Ben stood up and kissed Gavin hard before he wandered off to the other side of the room. He returned clutching the remote control, stroking his still-engorged cock with his other hand. “We’ve both taken a few pills to keep us hard for a while, so you won’t mind if we carry on in a few minutes. Although there’s no reason why you shouldn’t continue to have a bit of fun too”. He sat on the table in front of my head, and proceeded to remove the padlocks and undo the straps and lacing that held the hood on. Pulling the hood off, he leaned down to kiss me gently as he stroked my damp hair. “We’ll need to give you a haircut at some point...” he said as he kissed me again.

Gavin pushed a couple of buttons on the remote and as the nipple brushes slowly whirled into action I felt the cup vibrating slowly in its place over my jockstrap. As Ben pushed my mouth onto his cock again, Gavin started thrusted sinuously but gently against my ass. I felt like every fantasy I’d ever had was coming true as the three of us sucked, fucked and vibrated together...

(c) scubaben / ben69