JAN AND THE SEWERMAN Third Chapter by frglee Parts 3 and 4

Author: FRGLEE
Title: JAN AND THE SEWERMAN Third Chapter by frglee Parts 3 and 4
Date: 20 August 2012

Part 3 Submergence

As promised,Peter was in the bar the following Friday night when Jan walked in. The sewerman had had another long day in the tunnels and there'd been a row about safety equipment with a manager who had not worked underground for 20 years. He was almost thinking of postponing the meet with Jan. But a few beers cheered him up as did telling some mates about the scene he'd had with that 'cute kid who cruised him last Friday', after being asked how it had gone.

When he saw Jan in his new rubbergear enter the bar,there were no longer any doubts or feelings of tiredness. The lad was stunning,shining in rubber from head to foot . He was wearing a transparent facemask,his sweaty shaven head shining through, three skin tight black polished rubber catsuits,one on top of another.Over his outfit was a diaphanous transparent ultrathin silicone rubber jacket,looking more like an item of raingear. Snaking up to the top of his thighs were a pair of heavy clumpy industrial rubber waders with studded steel soles,so useful in wet muddy conditions. A thick heavy rubber belt with a wallet pouch and straps connected to the waders completed the outfit. The rubbershop guys had done a good job. Peter had not paid for any of the work,a favour having been returned for a photoshoot and a session in his cellar a year previously by a Chinese business contact of Peter's solicitor benefactor - a session that the Rubber Skinhead had particularily 'enjoyed' as well.

In the bar,still not packed,all eyes were on Jan,and he knew it. He basked the attention as he walked over to Peter and his mates. Peter was dressed in his normal post-sewer working outfit which was more or less the same thing he wore all the time,play,work,shopping,socialising,clubbing and even sleeping. More often than not,when he did have to wash,he couldn't be arsed to take it off,and just ran a hosepipe down the neck of the old wetsuit and up the rear crotch zip so as to flush the suit out and clean himself at the same time . With warm water running through the suit,it was not an unpleasant experience,'kinda like being pissed on' he had told a mate. He did change waders a fair bit though,having a dozen different pairs which spent their time in the drying out cupboard in the utility room of his apartment. And there were more in his works locker and van. They didn't last long in the sewers with heavy work each day. But Peter had rescued quite a lot of his old workboots and those of his workmates when they were ready for the skip, and had taken them home to add to his collection.

Social pleasantaries and introductions at the bar made,they had a drink and Peter's mates went off to find some fun at the back of the rapidly filling bar. Peter and Jan reviewed the events of the previous weekend. The sewerman was trying to get impressions of what the lad liked and what he was less keen on,some kind of feedback. Sure,he'd gauged the lad's passivity well during the scenes, watching him grunting and groaning ecstatically in tight inescapable rubber bondage. He had also been surprised by the energy,perseverence and spirit of the 20 year-old. Jan could take a lot. His excellent performance in doing simple stuff like servicing Peter whilst naked and on his knees immediately when asked,had also not gone unappreciated. As Peter talked,the lad nodded and answered questions simply and politely without gushing,all the time staring into Peter's eyes with the kind of devotion that a dog might have to a beloved owner.

"Something different tonight planned" said Peter. "We're gonna get you into breathing apparatus and we are going down into the sewers,well kind of.. How would you like that?" Jan's heart missed a beat then starting pumping blood with excitement. He loved breathing gear. He had many thousands of pictures and films from the net of divers,firemen and industrial hazmat gear. So much of his fantasy life had been built round this imagery,but he had had no chance to ever play in such kit,other than short diver training tryout sessions when on holiday. He had noticed the BA [breathing apparatus] sets in Peter's prep room and wondered what they were used for. Now he was going to find out. Breathlessly,he awaited Peter's next words. " I'll do a bit of training for you on the use of this gear. Don't worry,you'll be fine. I'll look after you like you were my son." Jan thought this was a nice thing to say.

"Where will we be entering the sewers?" enquired the lad.

"Under my apartment. You might remember there was a drain cover down in the cellar. No one knows about this but it took me two months to construct an entrance using gear I borrowed from work. I knew there was a disused branch of the waste water system under my house,five metres down from the celler when I bought the place. It was on the plans. It's kind of parallel to the main sewerage system but it only handles rainwater off the streets." He paused, to observe Jan's reactions. Jan was fascinated.

"The first section is dry and disused," continued Peter," but it leads to another section through a security door that I have the key for . And that area is wet and pretty smelly. I can also get into the wastewater sewers via an overflow system pipe. Yeah, I spent a lot of time exploring the system over the years and I know it pretty well as part of my work too." He grinned." I got a few surprises for you down there!"

They walked back to Peter's apartment in the industrial section of town,their waderstuds kicking up sparks on the stone pavements. It was the same route as the previous Friday. A warm and dry night. It took half an hour to get there. Peter usually walked everywhere in the city,getting a kick out of being seen and known for the rubber gear he endlessly wore.

The Rubber Skinhead opened the door as they approached the apartment. He'd been waiting for them and had got everything carefully checked over and prepared as Peter had requested. Over a latex transparent catsuit,he was dressed in full industrial rubber this time,a grey rubberised splash suit,a thick belt, waders, industrial elbow length black rubber gloves. Over his shaven head was a thin transparent rubber open face hood. He stared at Jan appreciatively but without a smile. "Everything is ready?" asked Peter. The Rubber Skinhead nodded. He rarely seemed to say much unless bidden to by his boss. It gave him a menacing demeanour and Jan was still frightened by him. He remembered the kicking the previous weekend by this violent and strong shaven headed thug,but knew that Peter had him well under control.

To the prep room for an hour of instruction as to the use of the BA sets, Aga black rubber full face masks and high pressure Aga twin cylinders on a harness which would provide 2 to 3 hours of air on the surface or in shallow water. When Peter was sure the lad understood what he had been taught,it was time to kit up. Hauling out a thick heavy green PVC hooded splashsuit with a municipality logo,the Rubber Skinhead helped Jan get into it,still in his latex suits,removing his waders then replacing them when the suit was on. Peter removed his own waders then clambered into his protective PVC suit as well,the gear rustling as he zipped it up and replaced his old favourite studded waders. Two heavy orange safety harnesses were lifted out of a trunk and The Rubber Skinhead busied himself strapping up the two men. A waterproof radio 'sewerphone' box,the size of a couple of packs of cigarettes was attached to the belt with a cable leading to the mike and earphones inside the Aga mask. Then a gas detector box and a compact torch placed on the chest strap. Finally the tank harnesses were lifted on to the two sweating industrial rubbermen, attached full face masks swaying on their hoses,and pressure gauges attached to their chest on a kind of short hose sticking up so they could always see them when masked.

Peter finished off his instruction. "The sewerphone is connected to our masks. The Rubber Skinhead is to be our surface support and we will both be roped to him and the surface at all times. Today this is primarily to test your ability to be in BA for extended periods,and to follow instructions underground. We'll also be getting wet."

The Rubber Skinhead then carefully checked over the gear once again,tightening a few straps and they all walked down the metal steps to the cellar.

In pit number 2 was the solicitor,bound,hooded and floating in heavy rubber for the weekend as he had been so many times before,connected up by a hose on the floor from a wall connector to an entonox supply which was making his brain feel rather blurry,but warm and cosy. He loved breathing the gas in rubber.

The Rubber Skinhead had somewhat roughly seen to that matter earlier in the day. The Solicitor had arrived in mid afternoon,rang the doorbell and when the Rubber Skinhead answered the door he was hustled inside. The Rubber Skinhead had no time for 'suits' and wealthy educated people like the solicitor,and very quickly told him to shut up when he started talking about the taxi journey at the door. As normal,the Rubber Skinhead had subdued him round the neck ,dragged him to the utility room,then stripped him of his Armani suit and expensive shirt and tie,ripping off his designer underwear and and silk socks,throwing his immaculate Italian shoes across the room in disgust. Forcing on the heavy thick urethral insert steel chastity device painfully round his dick and balls,locking it and then carefully hanging the key on a hook marked CD1 on the wall behind the bench, and then pulling him into a tight and heavy latex catsuit with attached fingerless latex mitts and socks. The whole suit was slimy and wet. It had been heavily lubed to aid rapid dressing.

The Rubber Skinhead then forced the struggling rubber slave into the thick rubber bondage sack,giving him a few light cuffs to aid co-operation. He liked it when they struggled and resisted him. Satisfied his victim was inescapably immobilised and tightly strapped down,he carried him downstairs,like a squirming moaning rubber caterpillar. Then he unceremoniously dropped him feet first into the middle wet pit,locking the wooden head surround into place and pumping up his gag,with a few kicks to the head,and pissing over him for good measure - Just to make sure he was under no impression that the Rubber Skinhead liked him in any way. For then the eyeslits were left open so he could appreciate the view of the heavy industrial gear fetish scene taking place in front of him.

The large steel manhole cover was opened with a large gangers 'key', with a metal ladder leading down into the depths. Jan gingerly looked down into it feeling nervous about what he was letting himself into. The Rubber Skinhead turned on their breathing mix and then helped the two industrial rubberfetishists put their full face masks on. Then he picked up a couple of black lightweight halfshell crash helmets which he strapped over their heads over the mask straps. He then switched on the torches. Jan started breathing the cool dry 'Nitrox40' oxygen enriched air.

"Testing!" came through the earphones and then Peter asked Jan if he could hear him OK. "Yeah just fine." said Jan. The Rubber Skinhead had a radio coms box on a metal desk and enquired through the combox mike whether they could hear him too. He would be monitoring the descent from the surface. Two coils of rope either side of the manhole were attached to Peter and Jan's harness. Peter went down first,step after step,hand after hand into the darkness,his chest mounted torch illuminating the walls of the access tube. Once at the bottom of the ladder,he told Jan to carefully make his way down. Peter could hear the heavy breathing of the lad in his mask as he went down the ladder. It was the result more of nerves than effort. The sound always turned Peter on and his dick stretched appreciatively in it's slimy neoprene codpiece. Jan too was excited,but he was also a bit frightened.

When he reached the floor of the tunnel,he got his bearings through the mask and reached for his own torch which he turned on. Peter grabbed hold of the boy so they were standing face to face,and began groping and rubbing his hands over the PVC suit - noticing with appreciation Jan's hard-on which he stroked firmly. Jan reached down and could also feel the other rubberman's dick,stiff and waiting release under the rubber and PVC. Frantic rustling of the material for a few minutes as the two men started masturbating each other. A little button on the side of the masks allowed poppers to be added to the breathing mixture...something of a surprise to Jan when Peter depressed it,flooding his brain with so much strong pure Amyl Nitrite,so much he could hardly think straight for a bit,but it made his dick strain against the rubber he was wearing under the PVC protective gear. Jan loved poppers.

"Hold on,we gonna go exploring. I got things to show you." and he walked down the tunnel telling Jan to keep to his side and instructing The Rubber Skinhead to feed them both more line. Hearing the panting in the masks of each other through the earphones made them both hot,but there was a sensory wonderland down here of rubbery smells through the masks,residual poppers,the sound of creaking PVC suits and the click of the studded waders as they walked on the brick floor of the 2.5 meter bore tunnel,their torches making the shadows dance. After about 30 metres they came across a huge concrete wall blocking off the tunnel. "Foundations of a block of flats put up twenty years back. That's why they had to divert this tunnel" said Peter.

The two rubberised explorers turned back the other way. "See the bolts in the wall?" Peter shone the torch up at them. "I put those in. I can attach bondage harnesses and chains to them. It's a pretty inescapable place. I've KO'd a few guys in the rubber cellar and dragged them down here still in their bondage sacks. They wake up here,immobilised,tied to the wall in a dark tunnel underground. Kinda freaks some guys out. Also is a good place for noisy captives to be punished" He pointed to a wooden frame by the wall with torch. A location that the Rubber Skinhead feared. " I can gag them for sure,but I kind of like to hear them 'express themselves' when they are being punished".

"With what?" said Jan,showing his ignorance of corporal punishment.

"Whips,canes and belts. That kind of stuff. It makes bad boys good!"

"Oh" Not something that Jan had ever thought about much but made him realise the seriousness of Peter's interests.

They walked on through the dark tunnel,the ropes being let out as they continued walking. Another wall,brick this time,with a metal door. Peter drew out an old key from his belt pouch and unlocked it. With a loud grinding creak it opened as he pulled it toward him. They walked through.

Ahead there was water on the floor of the tunnel. As the tunnel began to go down slightly the floor got wet and muddy. Pretty soon they were splashing through 20cm of water. "More line" said Peter and above the Rubber Skinhead grunted acknowledgement through the coms link and did as he was instructed. As they walked in deeper it was obvious that there was deep mud below the water and they both began to sink into it. Jay lost his footing and fell sideways into it,the torchlight turning orange as it dipped below the muddy water. His mask dipped into the water. There were a lot of bubbles as he exhaled underwater through the full face mask, but none of the dirty water reached his face,and despite his alarm he could still breathe. Peter reached down to pull him up,but seeing the struggling gear laden guy flailing about in the mud knelt down and started stroking Jan in the mud. Jan turned in the muddy water,round a bit facing sideways in the filth with his mask just above the water and saw his long rubber gloved pervert buddy start rubbing his own suit at the crotch. Then Jan felt the firm grip of his Peter's hand on his own stiff erection under the suits. It was quite insistant,jerking and sliding up and down along the ridge in the PVC suit. Peter reached down,his suitlight illuminating the filthy water. He grabbed at some thick bluey grey mud and rubbed it all over Jan's suit. Mud under the water. Jan reached down and started covering himself with it too. Again and again,listening to Jan moan and gasp into his mask mike.Then Peter starting getting hot watching the writhing lad .

"Yeah get that filthy mud all over you,you dirty little rubberboy" moaned Peter "You love the filth,don't ya? Just want to get down into it,don't ya?"

Jan groaned in agreement but in truth he was unsure what to think other than to feel his dick was stiff and desperate for release.

Moving swiftly to pin down the rubber boy,Peter knelt over his chest. Jan tried to struggle and escape like in some wierd geared wrestling match,their torches flashing about the tunnel. But Peter was heavier and much stronger than his victim. With his PVC suited knees he pinned down the lad's shoulders,his waders kicking hard into the side of Jan's chest and the clumpy studded boots placing themsleves in Jans groin Jan moaned loudly. The filthy water was now coming into his suit and filling his waders and gloves. Peter moved forward a bit, his crotch in line with Jans masked face.. Pushing the mask just below the surface he covered it with a handful of the stinking mud. Jan could see no more. But he could breathe and even stimulate his dick a little as he uselessly tried to writhe under the big guy pinning him down. His head was under the water completely now and the tanks on his back sank lower into the mud below trapping him into position.

Peter starting stroking his own dick under the suit. He managed to pop the studs of the wetsuit codpiece and his dick sprang forth into a fold in the PVC suit,where he could easily rub and stroke it up and down. Just a few centimeters from Jan's facemask covered in mud,he stroked his dick furiously. The sight and sound of the gasping and bubbles underwater turned him on hugely. The useless struggles of the pretty boy being demeaned in the filthy water beneath him just added to Peter's thrill. He could feel them both beginning to sink further down into the mud. Reaching down he switched off Jan's torch under the water ,and then his own. A little press of the button on the side of his mask and a huge draft of pure poppers came through with the enriched O2 breathing mix.

In the dark,Peter started shaking and moaning himself. Shouting out abuse at the slimy muddy bubbling creature in the filthy water under him,kicking and jerking his powerful legs and industrial waders,thrusting his hips up and down on the captive boy in the water. Jan felt like he was being ridden like a horse and was in a degree of discomfort now. But the tough rubberman on top was only interested in bringing himself to a violent orgasm . Shouting and yelling into the mike. Panting and gasping. Above, in the cellar,an appreciative audience listened to the open coms circuit speaker on the metal desk. With great shaking and thrusting and gasping of popper laden air in his full face mask,Peter came furiously. Long gobs of spunk coated the interior of his PVC oversuit. He collapsed down into the water,gasping and moaning.

Under him,under the water,Jan was very close to cumming as well. A burst of amyl into his mask,as Peter reached down underwater and pressed the button on the side of the mask...and after just thirty seconds of booted manipulation in his groin Jan spasmed away under down in the cold dark filthy mud,yelling,gasping and screaming as he started squirting copious spunk into his new latex gear.

Meanwhile,in the cellar above them,the Rubber Skinhead was getting hot and horny. He moved over to the pits so as to be orally serviced by the solicitor. At least this creep had some use! After having removed the entonox mask and turning off the gas supply at the wall,he removed the anatomical gag of the moaning bondage slave in the pit.

Then Rubber Skinhead laid sideways on the floor,inserting his long thin hard dick down the throat of the sucking bondage slave in the pit. The guy was usually good at this but seemed to be being a tad lazy today. But it made no difference really,he just got rougher and he thrust his long organ down the throat of the grunting bondage slave making the guy cough and retch. The bondage slave,chastened by this treatment started sucking properly again. Pretty soon the Rubber Skinhead shot his cum down the throat of cocksucking solicitor,whose own dick bulged and throbbed painfully in his steel chastity device. No release for the victim for another two days,when as always he would be permitted to jerk off licking the dirty rubber booted feet of Peter and the Rubber Skinhead.

Peter turned on the torches again, reached down into the water and pulled Jan out of the mud. It took some effort to get the tanks free from the sucking mud but Peter managed it and Jan stood up rather shakily covered in filthy mud. They both shook the water out of their waders as best they could. They were lucky to be so well prepared with breathing apparatus. If they could have smelled it they'd have been quite overcome by the awful smell of rot and decay down here,bad egg gas and methane a planty but not quite enough to set off their portable alarms. Checking that the lad was alright after his submergence,he checked their air which was running low, then they started walking back to the ladder back up into the cellar. "Bring the ropes back in and have the cellar hosepipe ready the wash us down as we come up the steps" Peter ordered the Rubber Skinhead . "Yep,boss." was the reply.

Part 4 : Deeper and Tighter

After the muddy trip down into the storm drains,and the high pressure hose wash on the ladder,Jan and Peter finally reached the surface and stood dripping on the cellar floor,still breathing compressed enriched air through their black rubber Aga fullface masks. Their heavy waders were part filled with muddy water and they slooshed about. Jan immediately noticed several things on the cellar floor that he had not seen before. Another twin air tank set,blue in colour this time,along with sets of chains and cuffs. Through the coms Peter told Jan to keep his mask on and stand still. The Rubber Skinhead immediately removed the tank harness Jan was wearing and lowered it to the floor. Adept at fast tank changes,he immediately changed over the depleted ones over for the full ones disconnecting and reconnecting the first stage of the BA regulator to the tanks. Jan had no air for just under a minute but was ordered by Peter to put up with it. And he did as he was told although his lungs seemed to be bursting by the time clean air came through.

Though it wasn't air. There was a sweet smell and it seemed thick and tingled on his gums as he sucked it down. Entonox,he recognised it - he had been given it before . A mix of 50/50 Oxygen and Nitrous Oxide. Already it started to make him feel light and elated and he sucked it down with joy and pleasure. Hearing the lad's gurgles of pleasure in front of him through the coms, Peter,still masked himself,warned him to breathe normally - the tank was going to have to be made to last for several hours. The tank harness of the new cylinders was lifted back onto Jan's back and strapped tightly and securely around his waist and shoulders over the heavy orange safety harness,still attached to the rope from the drain exploration.

The rubber skinhead then busied himself with the heavy chains and locks. First the legs were chained together with locks at the ankles,below the knees and around the thighs and waist. Four heavy duty locks were clicked into place. Despite the gas now affecting his reasoning and vision,Jan could feel the weight and tightness. Two heavy steel manacles were placed around Jan's rubber covered wrists and were locked into place on to the industrial harness belt he was wearing that had two steel loops on the side.

Jan stood there not knowing what was going to happen next.

Peter looked through his mask at the immobilised young rubber pervert with appreciation.

"Pit 3,right under this time. Full submergence."

The Rubber Skinhead did not have to be asked twice. Unclipping the rope,He dragged Jan over to the rectangular hole filled with water and carefully lowered him,still breathing from the gas tanks on his back, into the water. As he sank down,the Rubber Skinhead switched on the torch on the lad's harness. The heavy chains ensured that Jan sank down below the surface this time.
Jan was quite shocked as the bubbles escaped from the mask regulator into the water. The pit was quite narrow and slightly rectangular,so he could not turn around. It was actually deeper than he had thought,about two and a half metres in all ,and finally he felt and heard his chained feet touch the floor of the water filled bondage chamber.

He had been expecting release from his gear after the exhausting time in the muddy drains and maybe a chance to spend some more time talking with Peter. But that was not to be. Peter had a sadistic side and he knew that a rollercoaster of pleasure and discomfort worked best to keep pretty young guys in their place. He also didn't want to spend time socialising with the lad,well not just yet maybe. He didn't want to break the magic of playing with an anonymous,inexperienced and slightly frightened boytoy.

The Rubber Skinhead walked over to the side of the rubbercellar and fetched a large square oak cap to the pit and carefully placed it over the pit with steel locks fed through bolds set into the concrete floor. With the two heavy locks clicked into position,keys left in place,Jan was trapped underwater,breathing gas and quite unable to escape. He struggled against his bonds,twisting and writhing with a degree of frustration and annoyance. The torch lit up the water but there was nothing much to see through the mask other than his pressure gauge on a stalk, a concrete wall,particles floating in suspension,and bubbles as he exhaled. Still,the water was warm and the gas was nice and relaxing. He was tightly dressed in layers of rubber and PVC. He was tightly chained and immobilised. His dick was hard again. He began to get into the sensations,which were becoming increasingly pleasant as the minutes passed. The earphones crackled into life. Peter's voice checking he was OK. Peter was still in his breathing gear judging from the sound of full face mask regulator as he spoke. He asked Jan to read off the tank gauge,and in a drugged manner Jan carefully read out the number.

"Good,you have enough gas for several hours breathing. I want you to breathe lightly and gently to stretch out the gas. I do not want you to try to cum by rubbing yourself against the wall of the tank. This is an endurance exercise. Think of yourself as an experimental animal in a lab. I want to see how much you can take underwater. I want to see how long you can make your gas last. Don't disappoint me!" There was a pause "I'm going to change my gear now and take a break but my skinhead assistant here will be watching over you and recording your gas tank pressure every 10 minutes.

Jan didn't know what he could say,so he just said OK and the earphones went quiet. Dreamily Jan drifted away into his own slightly druggy thoughts . He felt surprising warm and comfortable floating around in the pit. He pushed down with his feet,rose and a few seconds later his head touched the locked oak plug. Then he sank down again. Time seemed to stretch out. After a while he seemed not to be able to feel anything. The anaesthetic gas went remorselessly in and out of his lungs,though he did as he was instructed and breathed lightly and regularily. The hard-on was still there. How Jan longed to release the sperm building up inside his balls again! He wondered if he could cum by just twitching his crotch muscles,though it might be easier to try to rub against the pit wall somehow,despite the warning not to.. His reveries were interrupted by a voice asking him for gas pressure. He was a bit confused and didn't answer immediately "GAS PRESSURE,CUNT!" was shouted down the coms. And Jan replied with the figure. "If I have to ask twice again there'll be trouble,you little cunt!" which made Jan shiver. He was genuinely frightened of this guy and despite moments of tenderness shown,Jan had every reason to be wary of the Rubber Skinhead,who had an agenda of his own with Jan being mapped out.

The hours drifted past,interspersed with regular requests for 'gas pressure'. Jan answered these quickly and carefully despite feeling increasing woozy and tired. He guessed that long term exposure to the gas was affecting him. Meanwhile he drifted around in the water making bubbles and fantasising about filthy sewermen deep in the shitty water.

Next to him the solicitor was also in a somewhat delirious 'altered state' in Pit 2. He had become rather agitated earlier, after the Rubber Skinhead had decided to pump up his inflatable gag to an extreme level as a punishment for a slight lack of enthusiasm when sucking his skinhead dick earlier, and consequently was now in a lot of discomfort under his heavy rubber bondage hood.

Leaving the gag fully inflated but disconnecting the inflator hose,The rubber skinhead reached for the heavy rubber anaesthetic mask by the wall, with corrugated tubes leading to a wall connection pipe and valve which was switched on,connecting the pipe to the large blue entonox cylinder in the prep room above. Carefully strapping the clausen harness over the bondage hood,he pushed the mask hard onto the squirming bondage slave's masked head. The straps were tightened extremely tightly - The Rubber Skinhead liked nothing more than to inflict pain on helpless victims - and the hapless rubber victim was forced to suck away at the gas. This seemed to quieten him down quite a bit. The Rubber Skinhead was yet again turned on at the thought of the guy suffering underneath all the rubber and tight strapping. He hated this creep,to be sure,but intensely enjoyed seeing him helpless and at his mercy. He liked to show this 'appreciation' by pissing over the guy's head at regular intervals. And now was just such an interval. Whipping his long thin stiffening dick out he splashed piss all over the hood with great abandon,before giving the guy a few 'friendly taps' with his studded waders.

Peter came down the metal stairs a few hours later dressed in his normal gear,old wetsuit,waders and shoulder length gloves. He noticed the pool of piss around the solicitor's bondage hood sticking out of the pit and the anaesthetic mask still attached to it with approval.

"How is Jan doing for gas?" he asked.

" 100 bars left now." replied the Rubber Skinhead

"Enough for another hour maybe. That's very good. But he must be out of his head down there,by now" Peter grinned. He momentarily wondered which was worse,sensory deprivation,such as underwater floating in bondage inside the pit underwater,or sensory overload such as in the Gas Masturbation Chair. He decided the latter. At least you could dream underwater. The chair never let up.

And Jan was dreaming for sure,under the effects of the sweet gas. Wierd stuff. Operating theatres. Mediaeval Torture chambers. Drowning military divers. Damaged biohazmat suits. Sadistic dentists. Suffocating astronauts. Mad Scientists. The remorseless Gas Masturbation Chair. He was becoming more and more detatched from reality. It was only the threat of violence from the Rubber Skinhead that kept him responding to the demands for information every ten minutes. But he knew he was running out of gas as well and that this must come to an end soon. He hoped Peter was pleased at his low gas consumption,though he was losing track of time. How long had he been down there? He didn't know. Seemed like days,but he knew it must only have been a few hours at most. Despite the weightlessness and the warmth of the water he felt restless. Perhaps it was boredom or perhaps it was frustration at being so under the control of another. He would just have to wait. Experimental animals have no choice in their treatment.

Peter spoke to the Rubber Skinhead. "It's late. Our little bunny's had a lot of punishment today,but he can take more. Even so, I've had a long day,I need some shuteye" Knowing that the Rubber Skinhead would have slept some of the day so as to be able to monitor the solicitor overnight, Peter added "Your tasks now,right,first, let the lad drain the gastanks,when he has,get him out. Take off the chains and cuffs, tanks ,harnesses and PVC oversuitsuit and spray him down with hoses then dry him off. Second,over his latex gear get him into the leather torso harness. Put on the inflatable mitts and cuff his wrists to the leather harness as well. You better get the chastity toy on him too, I don't want him jerking off all night. Third, get him into the heavy rubber drysuit zipped sleepsack - the one with the integral hood and gasmask. . Then use the vacuum pump to get the air out of it when he's in it. You better put in some lube as well. I think he's gonna need it. He can sleep with me between my rubber sheets - I'm not sure if he'll get much sleep in there but I will. Kinda nice to wake up with a struggling,frustrated and exhausted bondage boi."

The Rubber Skinhead waited until the last second to get Jan out of the tank. The gas pressure in the tanks was near zero and Jan was struggling to breathe and begging for release. But his dick was stiff. Panic was setting in. The Rubber Skinhead's dick also got very hard listening to the cries and gasping over the comms from the boy trapped in underwater bondage below his booted feet. He started stroking his rubbered dick,hesitating to extract the lad from his predicament. He knew that Jan had less than five minutes left before unconciousness set in, but he couldn't help himself. He would have to be fast. The keys were in the locks and it would take him just seconds to unlock and remove the oak lid and haul the lad out of the pit then remove his mask. Yeah he had time. He turned up the volume on the coms box and walked over to the pit. The occupant floating in tight wet rubber bondage in pit 2 craned his neck in the bondage helmet ,the eyeslits just allowing him to catch a glimpse of the clumpy waders of the industrial geared up rubber skinhead. He understood clearly what was going on. He had been able to piece enough information from watching and in a muffled way,hearing, the theatre piece that had been taking place around him over the previous few hours. Yet again his dick bulged in his chastity device,the pain reminding him not to allow himself to get so worked up.

Now standing above Jan's pit, legs astride in a dominant posture, the Rubber Skinhead stroked and stroked harder and harder through the heavy crinkly PVC suit, thinking of the pain,fear and torment of the young suffering bondage slave below him. He got hotter and hotter as he relished the power of life and death of the beautiful shaven headed young guy struggling in the flooded hole beneath him. A desperate cry from Jan through the speaker brought the spunk coursing out of his skinhead balls and into the rubber condom on his dick hidden under a ridge of the PVC oversuit. He saw stars. The spunk pumped and pumped,leaping out of his rampant, engorged penis into the thin condom teat. He gasped with astonishment at the power of the orgasm and the warmth around his dick of the thick cream he had ejaculated into his rubber.

Then as reason returned he quickly knelt down,unlocked the oak cover and reached down in the water to pull Jan out. It was over in seconds. Strong arms and quick reactions. He pulled the mask off. Jan gasped for air and yelped with fear . But something else happened. Lying in a degraded wet mess on the floor of the cellar,Jan orgasmed as he had never done before, twitching and gasping,spurting his spunk all over the inside of his rubbers yet again. He passed out momentarily and awoke almost immediately,his brain recovering quickly and staring straight into the cruel blue - grey eyes of the Rubber Skinhead. He knew immediately that what had just happened was not part of Peter's plan.

Quickly the Rubber Skinhead stripped the exhausted Jan of his tanks,harnesses and waterproof oversuit as instructed,first having to remove his soaked waders which splashed water all over the floor of the cellar. A deflated and exhausted rubberboy emerged from the wet mess. Jan was taken up the stairs bootless to the utility room. He knew better than to ask for information from this threateningly intense man. But the Rubber Skinhead was not always rough and cruel these days,and he was beginning to develop a small degree of humanity - a result of Peter's interventions.

When they entered the utility,The Rubber Skinhead reached and took a leather body harness off a hanger. This device was used for suspension harness in theatres but made a very useful bondage device. He tightened the straps around the waist,under the arms and under the crotch. Jan wondered what was going on,but he kept quiet and did as he was bidden...Brusquely telling the lad to sit down on the metal chair,the Rubber Skinhead fetched a large heavy rubber sleepsack out of one of the gear lockers. He also went to one of the cabinets to get the chastity device. Unzipping the lads cum drenched dick out from his latex suits,he roughly forced the plastic chastity device into place. He locked it with a small key which he then hung on the wall on a hook marked CD4 above the bench behind them. From another cabinet came the inflatable rubber bondage mitts which were buckled carefully onto each hand,fingers entering individual pouches. He then pumped them up with a small handpump on the bench. Next the wrists were manacled with steel locking rings which were attached to the side of the leather body harness. This boy was not going to get to his own dick tonight!


Opening a bucket of pink lube he grabbed a few handfuls of the gelatinous mess and smeared them around the inside of the sleepsack. For good measure he did the same thing three or four times more,ensuring all parts of the interior were covered in the slime. It was easy to get the lad into the suit. Feet in then he was made to stand up,head into the attached latex gasmasked hood,hard rubber penile gag entering his mouth as he did so. The rear drysuit zip was then zipped up. The suit was actually a bit loose on Jan but that was soon to change. Fetching a hose from the bench he switched on a small pump and attached it to the suit. The air was sucked out quickly,the drysuit zip preventing any leakage. The suit crinkled and set hard around Jan,who gasped with amazement at the sensation. He squirmed a little and the wet slimy interior made a degree of movement possible,but otherwise there was tight pressure all over his body. The Rubber Skinhead placed a hand over the gasmask tube and Jan sucked in but to no effect. It worked fine.

Satisfied everything had been done as instructed he picked up the lad in the suit and put him over a shoulder,then walked down the hall to Peter's rubber bedroom. Peter was already in bed,geared up in his sewermans outfit as ever,awaiting his fully rubberised visitor. Lifting the rubber duvet the Rubber Skinhead placed him carefully down on the bed and left the room to go back to the cellar to watch over [and torment] his hated victim in pit 2 for a few hours.

Jan was not sure what was expected of him and had no idea as to what was about to happen. He was not able to move much inside the slimy vacuumed confines of the thick bondage sleepsack. His hands were well immobilised and his dick was neutralised within the chastity device. The feeling was most peculiar. Peter reached under the heavy rubber mattressed metal bedframe and pulled out an old yellow piss condom with a tube and a fitting for the gasmask. He slid it down his slippery semihardon,and reached over to insert the tube fitting into the gasmasks drink valve,from which was connected the hard penile gag,with a hole through the centre.. Jans tongue had been exploring this fascinating rubbery shape that filled most of his mouth. It seemed anatomically amazingly accurate,with veins and ridges to explore and even a soft part at the front that was not unlike a droopy foreskin. Totally unprepared for what Peter had been doing, he certainly was shocked to experience a strong squirt of quite acidic piss through the gag. Then another,filling his mouth and forcing him to swallow it to breathe,but he choked a little as the piss went down his throat. Peter held on to the rest of his piss for now. It could be released slowly through the night into Jan's mouth or in a torrent when he awoke. And Peter usually pissed gallons in the early mornings, so there would be a lot of chugging of warm piss down his throat going on then - either that or the mask filling with piss! Hearing the lad choking on the piss though was enough to get Peter's dick hard again and he lazily masturbated it under the rubber sheets in its rubber piss condom.

Reaching under the bed again there was a twin rebreathing bag which he pulled out, and attached the lad's gasmask tube. It had a secondary inhalation supply tube as well with a valve but this was kept closed for now. Poor Jan was now rebreathing his own exhaled air,but trapped in the sleepsack there was not very much he could do about it. The breathing bags pumped in and out. As Jan grew increasingly breathless and uncomfortable,Peter got hotter and hotter. He jerked off harder and harder and pretty soon he was shooting his thick copious cum into the piss condom. To flush it down he immediately pissed some more through the tube and Jan was forced to slurp down a rich mix of piss and cum. As a reward,Peter opened the secondary inhalation supply valve. The lad gasped for breath as the breathing bags now inflated and deflated more weakly. Peter then attached another longer tube to the secondary supply tube and stuck one end down his neoprene codpiece into his crotch. Strong sweaty,rubbery and gamey pissy odours from the sweaty rubberman rushed up the gasmask tube for Jan's 'appreciation'.

Peter knew the importance of pheromones. He was trying to condition the lad to his scent. A night of breathing it in should imprint Peter into Jan's brain chemistry. 'It's all about control', he thought as he drifted off to sleep '.....all about control'

He turned over and fell asleep almost immediately,and began snoring quietly and happily. Jan slept fitfully though, and woke up in discomfort many times through the night as he tried to move inside his vacuum rubber prison. One constant was the heavy gamey smell assaulting his nostrils through the night. By the following morning,however he was quite conditioned to it,and even quite liked it. He was not so sure about the piss though,when it started flowing again into his mouth,with some force and quantity when Peter awoke.