Dry Suit fun

Author: BootBoi
Title: Dry Suit fun
Date: 28 October 2010

So I had found www.eckie.com after deciding that nifty authoritarian section was no longer for me, every story seemed to be about kids or piss. With me needing a CRB check for my job I decided it was best to find a new source for story porn. Nifty may have been grate when I was 15 but I a’int 15, 15 years later. I had randomly been reading my way thru the story archive based on title and random clicking.
So a few weeks ago I started reading them in order starting at the begging and working my way forwards reading every story in turn reading 4 or 5 a night at least if not more. I had gotten thru 2004 and was just about half way thru 2005 when I noticed that every other story seamed to involve layering and dry suits.

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 do and 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 This is my first attempt, and I must say I have a new found respect for people who wright, I must have spent about 12 hours on this. I have re read it 5 or 6 times, So I hope all the spellings are correct and all of that stuff.