How I became a Hard Hat Diver - Part 3

Author: CaptainNemo
Title: How I became a Hard Hat Diver - Continued (Part C)
Date: 03 May 2013

(Parts A and B of this story have been published in September 2012 - accessible via "Stories Archive" in the Main Menu)

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Eric was sitting there in his Mark V breastplate, dozing, his head leaned to the side, his face partly in contact with the rubber surface of the huge tire tube he had behind him. With his eyes closed, he had a relaxed expression in his face. My eyes kept stuck on the area around his mouth, his nose and his chin bone with his sweet strawberry-blond chin beard. His light skin was still smooth and unruffled, just sporting some tiny and cheeky freckles, beautifully underlined by his brass neck flange. Everything on him is so lovely, I thought. Since he had put his gloves off, I could also see his quite big, but also unruffled hands, one laying on the floor, relaxed, the other one keeping the brass handle of his diving knife grabbed. I wished I could have taken a photograph of that scene, titled “Young man sleeping in Mark V diving suit”.

At that time, I had no deep understanding of my sexual preferences, I just wanted to enjoy them as intense as possible. So I didn’t really know the reason why all that metal gear on Eric and on me was so horny for me. When I thought of my incident an hour ago, I felt a strange kind of pride. On the one hand, I wanted to become a really cool diver in situations like those. On the other hand, after my panic had vanished, I subsequently discovered the horny implications of being helplessly tied up under water in a steamed-up diving helmet. I decided to ask Eric for a broader training in confined and helpless underwater situations. I knew now that he was really a good soul, that he wouldn’t bring me into danger, and that I had much confidence in him.

“Man, that’s a morning wood”, Eric said, stretching his suited arms after waking up, “there’s nothing like a Mark V nap.”

He put his left arm around me: “Diver, you’re still okay?”

“Yeah. You looked so cute, sleeping in your suit.”

“I’m glad that you are lucky again, son”, he smiled at me, kneading my rubber arms and gloves.

“I’ve been contemplating all the time. I just discovered how horny my entanglement down there could have been”, I said, “but I was in panic,
though.”

“Don’t worry about that, son. It was just your third dive, even your first in open water. I have seen guys who said ‘never again’ after such an incident. But you calmed down very quickly. The fact that you’re still in your suit shows you are a really passionate diver.”

“Yeah. I absolutely want to enjoy all that restrictive metal”, I said, moving in my breastplate and my weighted boots.

“I can understand that”, Eric replied, grasping the enormous chest valve of his rig which lay aside him, “we are both very much into that heavy metal stuff. The sight, the sounds, the weight, the massive cold feeling on your body”, he said, playing with the brass valve in his hands and then sniffing. “Even the rather grubby smells of that gear are horny for us.”

“That’s it. It’s totally masculine. But how can I get rid of my panic? I want to adapt myself to those helpless underwater situations - in order to enjoy them one day.”

“We should start with some safe and simple things: Your dives will become longer, deeper and darker over the weeks. In a slow pace, we will add more metal, some more restraints, and some more sensory deprivation to your dives. We will also get a new diving mate, giving us more opportunities for playing. I am sure you will like him very much.”

I was full of self-confidence when we prepared for going down again. The barge’s crane would lower the diving stage with Eric and me to the bottom.

“There’s that brass eye on top of your helmet”, Josh explained to me, “that’s for tethering the diver to the diving stage. You also see that iron chain suspended from the frame of the stage. We will hook your helmet in there, so you can remain standing much longer in your heavy gear.”

“Horny. But how can I move away from the stage under water?”

“Eric will release the hook” Josh said, “won’t you, Eric?”

“Wait and see”, Eric grinned, with the helmet in his hands.

When Eric and I had stepped onto the stage and Josh had hooked me up, suddenly another guy appeared. He was wearing a shirt with the diving school’s logo on it. He seemed to be the visitor I had briefly seen during my dive.

“Oh, there’s Travis again”, Josh said.

I could briefly watch him through my faceplate when he was welcomed by Josh. Another great-looking twenty-something, but to some extent chunkier than Eric and Josh. He had light brown hair, a broader face with a big grin and a full-face beard. Besides some tattoos on his arms, he wore a black woolen cap, steel-toed working boots, and a massive keychain was attached to his waist.

“Frank, this is Travis. He’s one of our hard hat students. He just can’t wait until the trimester starts again. He will dive with us and he is already a well-trained tender.”

Travis shook my rubber hands with obvious joy, looking directly into my eyes through my open porthole in a mischievous way. I tried to keep his hand in my rubbery grip, grinning, and he nudged my suit shoulder. He then shortly talked to Eric before our helmets were sealed.

During our descent on the diver’s stage, I just got slightly hard, still having the rubber glove around my cock. Restricted in my movements on the diving stage by the chain which held my helmet in place, I was horny to some extent. But the extreme excitement I had sensed during my first hard hat dives had changed into a still erotic, but relaxed enjoyment. Being less tingly, I could focus on the multitude of small but horny details. I concentrated on the feeling of the rising water pressure around my rubber legs and chest, and I enjoyed manipulating my buoyancy in small portions with my exhaust valve. I could also watch Eric’s face through the grid-protected side window on his helmet. His face profile in the underwater twilight was incredible cute from that perspective for me: his friendly eyes, his cheeks, his strawberry-blond beard, his ear with the earring in it, everything I loved on him, encased in the bare copperplate shell of the Mark V hat.
On the bottom, Eric led me to a position not too far from the stage. He showed me a concrete plate on the bottom, in which some huge, rusty iron rings had been embedded. Some steel chains and massive brass padlocks lay aside them.
Eric pointed me to step on the concrete plate and hunkered down in his rig. Before I knew what was happening, he was chaining both of my feet tightly to the seabed. Moments later, he held a brass key in front of my faceplate.

“Eric just asks if it’s still okay for you”, Josh wanted to know.

“Don’t know”, I replied, surprised, “just don’t know what I have to expect now.”

“Eric said, just shout ‘stop’ if you don’t want to proceed. He will respect it.”

“Okay”, I answered, “go on.”

Eric took my hands, but also turned my exhaust valve on the outside into its closed position until it was blocked. My suit started to inflate, my arms and gloves were blown up and a minute later I was spread-eagled in full scale. My helmet floated upwards until I wasn’t able to reach the valve with my head anymore. The chains held me down to the bottom, impossible to rocket to the surface. I was in between fear and joy, getting really hard now.

While the jockstrap pressed down my erection, tightened by all the pressure in the suit, the neck flange of my breastplate was pressed against my chin from below. It provided me again with a feeling of being confined into cold and massive metal. It didn’t take long until my cock’s foreskin slid back inside the rubber sheath, so the nubby palm of the rubber glove applied an intense massage to my bell’s-end. All this was so exciting that I released my precum at this point. I felt some additional heat now in my helmet because the CO2 concentration began to rise. Although Eric vented some of the air, monitoring me carefully, my breath speeded up, and I started to sweat.

Drops of sweat, which soon ran down my cheeks, were rubbed on the bare brass of the neck flange and created a more intense scent of metal inside my helmet. Together with the steamed up air, everything was so horny again that I experienced a new flash of heat, welding my body together with all the rubber and the metal around me. I was totally helpless and in heaven at the same time. Eric’s gleeful grinning behind his faceplate gave me the last push. My body jerked up and I shot another large load, with the tight-fitting rubber glove increasing the pressure of my juice, so I could feel my cum ejecting much more intense, giving me a new type of pleasure.

While I calmed down, Eric vented most of the used-up air, but he didn’t set me free immediately. I kept some air in my suit to remain floating, but in a more relaxed position. Eric’s helmet went close to my one, and he watched me.

“Eric wants you to free yourself”, Josh told me. Eric then showed me the huge key and pressed it in my rubber hand.

I hunkered down and tried to feel the heavy chains and the lock around my lower legs with my gloves. Soon I had found the heavy padlock. Opening it without seeing anything of it was not too easy, but I finally managed it.

When the stage had lifted us back onto the barge, I was exhausted, my undersuit was full of sweat and my condom glove full of cum. The only thing I wanted now was to get out of all my gear and to have a shower. At the same time, I felt a new type of pride and happiness. Josh and our new man Travis helped us out of our dive rigs. They both would do the next dive together and they were already getting excited to suit up.
Eric and I went into the shower cabinet of the barge. He washed my hair and massaged my back in a very lovely way. I enjoyed it to have him close to me, my full-metal hard hat boy pleasing me without any gear on his body now. Standing under the warm flow of fresh water, we ended up in an incredible long deep kiss, and full of passion we could shoot a powerful deep sea diver’s load to each others.

In the meantime, Josh had dressed in Travis. He was sitting there smoking a cigarette in his Mark V breastplate, watching Eric and me suiting up Josh. That big, bearded lad really gave an impressive sight in the heavy gear.

“Our instructors call him Baby Bear”, Josh laughed at me.

I was keen on donning him the helmet, so I took the Mark V helmet and prepared it. Travis seemed to be in heaven when I lowered the helmet slowly down over his head.

“Be careful not to jam parts of his beard into the helmet flange!” Eric warned me.

“Man, that feels really good to be in here again”, Travis said, peering out the porthole of the helmet, while I secured the safety pin on the locking mechanism.

When Travis walked over to the diving stage, I could see an obvious bulge in his suit. Later Eric told me that Travis had often experienced hardons during his training dives, but there had always been other people around so he could never enjoy himself. The dive he was to perform together with Josh now would be his first opportunity to an uninhibited underwater jerk off.

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I had sat down on the barge to relax while Eric was tending the divers. The weather was warm now, and we enjoyed the summer sun wearing swim shorts, the upper parts of our bodies remaining free, just like the tenders in an old sponge diver movie. My shoulders were aching from the breastplate of the diving rig, which made me proud in a special way.
After the two boys had already been down for while, Eric came over to me, the headset of the diving telephone system pushed back into his neck.

“Josh and Travis would be lucky with a third man down there.”

“I think I’m too tired for another dive today”, I answered, “I’ve already been in that heavy stuff for hours.”

“I’ll show you a lighter, more modern diving helmet, which you can wear with a neoprene suit”, he explained, “come over to the equipment locker.”

“Wow”, I said, excited, when Eric handed the Miller 400 demand helmet over to me.

“It’s my private hat”, Eric explained, “I used it working as an oilfield diver.”

The helmet shell was similar to the shape of a motorbike full-face helmet, but instead of plastic, it consisted of massive brass. It tightly fitted to the diver’s head with a padded foam liner, and would follow every movement of my head that way. Inside, a rubber mask for breathing would cover my mouth and nose. The air flow was controlled by an integrated automatic regulator. Rugged brass valves were installed on the faceplate to adjust the regulator and to direct an additional air flow over the faceplate to keep it free from fogging. Similar to the Mark V, the faceplate had a metal protection grid on it. I turned both valves and tested the helmet’s locking system, sniffing the scents of all the rugged metal. I imagined it very horny to be under water in that helmet.

“I’d really like to try a dive”, I said, with my penis stiffening inside my swim short.

“I expected that”, Eric smiled at me, “you’ll look great in that hat, son.”

Eric helped me putting on a red-and-black, heavy-duty neoprene suit. Made for professional divers, its knees and elbows where protected by rugged black rubber pads. Some pockets for tooling were attached to the legs and the torso. The suit also sported shimmering, massive brass fixtures and zippers on front, cuffs and ankles. Closing them up, until the tight fitting neoprene enclosed my still sleek body, provided new sexual joy for me.

“Feels much better than the ordinary scuba suit”, I said, looking down on me, “never felt so cool in a wetsuit.”

“It’s designed for working divers, not for sissies”, Eric grinned, “that suit is a special version for deep sea operations using a diving bell. You have a pee zipper for long standby times in the bell. The suit can also be connected to a hot water supply. I spent many hours in it on the bottom of the North Sea.”

“That’s so amazing”, I said, really looking up to Eric.

“I borrow that suit and the Miller hat only to very good friends”, Eric explained, “I’ve experienced some very impressive moments working in that rig, so it has a very special, very personal meaning to me.”

I then donned a commercial diver’s harness with additional lead weights and some heavy snap hooks and d-rings, making loud clanking sounds to each of my movements. Eric fastened the straps and then he pulled a rubber and metal neckdam over my head, which would seal the helmet. My head movements were restricted by the tight fitting rubber yoke around my neck.

“You look so breathtaking cool in all the gear again, son”, Eric smiled at me, grasping one of the massive snaphooks on my harness, “I’m really in love with you.” I hugged his sleek body with my neoprene arms and ran my hand through his crewcut. Eric blinked at me, moved his face over the metal rim of my neckdam, looking directly into my eyes, and moments later, I was kissing his freckled cheeks, enjoying the scratching of his chin beard on my skin. I felt very comfortable and secure in the arms of that still young, but although experienced deep sea diver.

“I’m sure you will enjoy your dive“, Eric said, rubbing his bulge inside his swimshort against mine in the suit, making all the metal hooks and rings on my rig clinking.

“Man, I also think so”, I nodded, “that gear is so horny. I will definitely shoot another load when I’m in the helmet. I hope I can spare my cum until I’m on the bottom!”

“I’ve jerked off in the Miller helmet and the hot water suit several times”, Eric confessed, “I wish I could be down there with you and the boys.”

When Eric had connected the diving helmet to the air supply umbilical, I slowly wriggled my head inside. I was surprised how heavy that helmet felt on my head and neck muscles, but it was also very horny. I also noticed a slight smell of Eric’s sweat which was given off from the inside padding of the helmet. Eric closed the helmet’s lock with an audible, clicking sound. Completely encased now, I started breathing from the rubber mask, which provided an intense rubbery aroma. Listening to the intermediating, sizzling noise of my mask regulator, I was getting harder with every breath.

Eric looked down to my neoprene-covered crotch before he started to throttle my regulator valve slowly down. Through my faceplate grill, I could see him laughing at me. With the air flow reduced, breathing became more difficult for me. When I tried to inhale, I could feel a horny vacuum building up inside my rubber mask, before the regulator kicked in, providing a relieving flow of fresh air. At the same time, the smell mixture of rubber and metal inside my helmet became more intense. All this boosted my wonderful feelings of being confined in the heavy gear. My cock had reached its maximum extension, and it was hard for me to suppress my next portion of precum which was already in place to be released. Fortunately, Eric turned up my air supply again and grinned at me through my faceplate, sniffing the odors of the gear from his hand.

“Have fun, son”, he said to me via the intercom, tapping on my helmet. When I moved towards the water, I could see his bulge, with a large wet spot around it visible on his swim short now.

With professional flippers on my feet and with the umbilical in my ungloved hands, I slowly sank down. The water was very cold, and my movements were obstructed by the tight-fitting suit and my large bulge. Under water, the Miller helmet was neutral buoyant, but it still delivered the incredible feeling of being encased in very heavy metal to me. To equalize my ears, I could press my nose into a special device which was integrated into the rubber mask, and even the crackling sound in my eardrums was horny for me. Boy, you are a real underwater man now, I contemplated, trying to imagine the orgasms my friend Eric had experienced working in this helmet, in a depth of hundreds of feet. It was not easy for me to calm down my excitement.

“Diver on the bottom”, I radioed to Eric, watching the two other hard hat divers in some distance. In their shimmering copper and brass armor, both boys had turned in my direction, waving at me. They looked amazing in their gear. When I approached them, Josh stretched his rubber hands in my direction. He grasped both of my hands and pressed them very tightly. My bulge got even bigger in my suit, which seemed to be an impressive sight for Travis.

“Josh has already shot his load, and Travis is really horny right now”, Eric explained to me, “he will soon jerk off and it’s becoming difficult for him to handle his rig with his enormous hard-on.”

“The same problem I have”, I moaned, with my suit pressing my penis in an inconvenient but stimulating position. Slowly, Travis moved towards me in his slightly inflated Mark V suit. I tried to recognize him behind his faceplate, until I could see his magic dark eyes, shimmering full of excitement.

Within a second, his ballooned gloves grasped my pee zipper and opened it. Then, his powerful right rubber hand pulled my fully erected cock out of the suit. It was so surprising and so horny that it made me laughing out inside my rubber mask.

“What’s up, diver?” Eric asked. I couldn’t give a reply any more.

While Josh held me in place with his gloves, Travis’ strong, inflated rubber hand massaged my cock until I could feel his nubby rubber palm on my bell’s-end. Flooded with new sexual excitement, I tried to hug that incredible Mark V diver man who was milking me. Our diving helmets clanked together and I could look directly into Travis’ face. It was obvious that he was in heaven inside his full metal armor. That big boy’s grin, with his beautiful white teeth behind the solid brass of his faceplate, made me hornier from second to second. My face was sweating inside my mask. I tried to concentrate on the horny feelings the metal helmet provided to me, in order to increase my joy. I took a series of deep rubbery breaths and exhaled loud flushes of bubbles from my regulator. Within a few moments, I enjoyed a wonderful warm shiver, ejecting my precum into Travis’ rubber glove.

“You really seem to enjoy yourself down there”, Eric giggled on the intercom.

Inside his copper helmet, Travis seemed to sense my excitement. His right hand gently applied some more pressure on my cock, while his rubbered left hand approached my faceplate. He slowly turned down my air regulator. Breathing from the rubber mask got more difficult for me. With the vacuum building up each time I inhaled, I was getting closer to my next jerk-off by every breath. Travis increased his sensitive massage on my crotch, and he continued to throttle down my air a little bit more. Now it started to become slightly suffocative for me.

“Oh no”, I moaned.

I tried to suck more air into my lungs against the vacuum in my mask, with sweat running down my face inside my rubber and metal confinement. My heart rate increased quickly, I was now on the thin line between panic and horny joy. I tried to reach Travis’ big hand on my helmet valve in order to stop him turning down the air supply any further. But he just took my ungloved hand in his powerful rubber paw und squeezed it very tightly, with a magic smile behind his helmet’s brass guards. Helpless and incredibly happy at the same time, I felt an amazing hot flash coming over from Travis, running through my whole body. It melted me together with the suit and the metal helmet while I was moaning into the mask. I also felt Travis jerking up powerfully in his heavy diving rig at that moment, and then we finally discharged our loads of cum. Travis closed his eyes inside his helmet, overwhelmed, while our juices were streaming at full scale. Fired by the sharpening sensation of vacuum in my mask, I could shoot large quantities directly into Travis’ rubber hand.

When my turn was almost over, I felt the hand of Josh coming over my helmet and opening my inlet valve. The flow of pressurized air into my helmet provided relief and new horny stimulation at the same time. My shooting sequence continued for some more wonderful seconds. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that Travis’ ejaculation lasted even longer. His face showed an incredibly lucky expression in his diving helmet while he continued shooting his load.

Exhausted and happy, I calmed down. When my cock had retracted, I put it back into the suit and closed the zipper again. In the meantime, Travis rubbed off my remaining cum from his diving glove.

Both Mark V divers put their arms around me. I gently kneaded a rubber hand from each of them while we were relaxing - three happy hard hat divers on the bottom of the sea, enjoying the beautiful underwater landscape and the sounds of their bubbles.
I took a considerable time until the intercom came to life again.

“Time to return to the surface, boys”, Eric radioed to me.

“Why that?” I asked.

“Travis feels inconvenient because he has so much cum in his suit. He shot a full week’s portion into his rig.”