Labwork

Author: eckie
Title: Labwork
Date: 15 April 2003

By J. M.

Well, at least one guy had decided to answer the ad I put on the board downtown. Actually, several called, but this guy seemed to fit what I wanted, so I gave him the address and he said he'd be here at 11:00. I looked at my copy of the ad again:

RESEARCH SUBJECT WANTED<br>MALE, FIT, SCUBA CERTIFIED<br> FOR PRESSURE AND EQUIPMENT TESTING<br>CALL 555-5555

On the back of the card I had written a few of the guys who responded and Tad Johnston's name was circled. He sounded really anxious and willing to volunteer, was the right size, had hardly even asked about getting paid! When I accepted him, he wanted to come over right away, but I had some things to finish. He had agreed to come today and it was 10:45, so I got up and looked out the window of this old workshop I had rented. Hardly any traffic passed on the old highway and I liked the solitude. In the distance I could hear a motorcycle working up the long grade from town and wondered if my subject was going to be early. When the bike slowed down and finally turned into the lot, I figured this was him and went out to meet him.

My crotch got warm just taking in my visitor in his gear. Snug leather pants and high boots, nice leather jacket. Big grin on a bearded face, and one hell of an interesting body. When he stuck out his paw and introduced himself as Tad, I was sure glad I had picked this one!! He readily agreed to put the bike around in the shed, and I was happy to have it out of sight. We walked back to the door and I invited him in, loving the way he wore his gear and itching to get a hand on this dude. I had to restrain myself!

Some casual conversation showed me that Tad was really interested in whatever experiment I had in mind. Any time I even mentioned the requirements of the conditions I was working under I could see a reaction. He agreed so easily to any of my warnings that I knew I had the right man for what I wanted. Finally he just told me that he was ready to cooperate with anything I told him to do. I didn't even have to follow all the questions I had prepared!! He wanted to get started right away!!

I lead him to the small room I had prepared for the first stage, enjoying how he couldn't take his eyes off the steel gray rubber suit I left hanging in the hall. He had to reach out and clutch the rubber in his hand as we passed and began to ask about it. I carefully took control and insisted that he follow instructions and avoid questions. He complied and went inside the smaller room.

Handing him a paper hospital gown, I asked him to strip down and offered to leave the room. Tad laughed and said he didn't mind me staying. So I got to see him pull off his jacket and boots and then his jeans and shirt. I watched them pile up in a corner and wished I could get into them myself, but that was later. He ignored the paper gown and idly scratched his balls while I made believe I checked his blood pressure and heartbeat. It was exciting just to touch him, but I had to be sure he wasn't going to balk at some of the things I planned.

I pointed out that critical readings were to be taken throughout the experiment, and that these were only possible with instruments that might seem a little strange to him. Tad grinned and spread his legs and arms and informed me that I was in charge and could do what was needed. This man was perfect for what I wanted!!

I watched that cock twitch as I carefully clipped "sensors" to his nipples. Just tight enough to pinch him, but I could tell he didn't mind it one bit! I stuck on some phony electrodes and wires to his chest and belly and carefully bundled all the thin wires. I kept up a steady technical conversation about all the readings I would be taking and he joked and cooperated. I hesitated when I took out the converted butt plug and waited to see his expression. The grin never left his face as he bent over without any direction from me!!

I generously lubed the wired butt plug and eased it into his asshole. Tad grunted a bit but took it in almost greedily. I couldn't help giving it a little twist and enjoyed his muttered groan. I pulled him back upright and saw that his cock was now stiff and straight, just the way I needed it. We joked about reactions in the male animal to certain stimulus, just locker room jokes, and I hoped he wasn't observing mine!! I told him that it was easier for me to finish the probes with him hard like that and he obviously agreed!

Taking his meat in my hand was a real charge for me and I made believe I was just getting him ready for the next stage. I loved feeling him move into my hand and enjoyed seeing him grit his teeth and make believe he was just "cooperating". The long catheter entered his cock head at the tip and I reassured him as I worked it down deep toward his prostate. Tad could really take some discomfort, and I thanked him for his patience. He took a few deep breaths and shrugged off the pain. The catheter sticking out his cock must have hurt like hell but he wasn't gonna complain!

I finished up by strapping on a heavy rubber sheathe over Tad's swollen equipment. I had pieced it together myself and tried it out beforehand. I knew it's ring locked itself around the base of his cock and balls and the heavily lubed shaft was ribbed to grip a rock hard cock. The straps ran around his waist and connected to another that was pulled tight in his crack. I played with him a bit while I connected all the wires and tried to look serious and thoughtful as Tad's ass clenched and he pushed harder into the rubber. I explained that this would enable him to relieve himself during a lengthy experiment. I twisted things and stroked and poked until he was breathing so hard I figured I better quit. I made sure all the wires were connected to his tits, asshole, and cock and taped them together.

Leaving him standing there, I went out to the hall and took down the heavy rubber suit. When I carried it back to the room, Tad's eyes lit up and he automatically started to finger himself. I made believe I didn't see this and dropped the heavy rubber in front of him. I explained the necessity of lubrication for him to get into the equipment and he let me spread gel over his legs and torso. I paid special attention to his crotch and ass and chest, making sure I tugged at the clamps over his tits. Tad just kept staring at that rubber suit and I realized that I had never even fully explained the experiment to him. He didn't care. This man just wanted to get into this rubber gear and would do anything to get there! I fully understood and was pleased no lengthy BS was gonna be needed.

The suit was a rear entry model and I knew that this guy was just gonna fit inside. I helped him as he eagerly stepped into it, sliding his legs down inside and then his hands, arms and shoulders. I pulled the neck portion down over him and the collar settled high just under his chin. Before I closed him in I made sure the wires ran out the crotch of the rubber suit reaching around his torso and gently pulling on the tit clamps. He easily ground his butt into my throbbing crotch and I knew he was feeling all this, just as I would. We didn't say anything, but we knew.

The wires pulled easily through the crotch opening. Then I worked Tad's rubbered package out and connected tubing to the tip of his cock. He watched me and appeared to have gotten used to me handling him. I smiled up at him and matched his grin. I ran my hands over the tight, heavy rubber cover his legs and belly and could feel the heat of his body through it. He put his head back and I knew he was getting warmer than with just body temp!!

I added a heavy rubber jock cup that clipped onto the suit and forced his cock up where I wanted it to stay. Now I wanted to get finished and move on. I sat him down and worked his hands into heavy rubber mitts that clamped to the rubber sleeves. I strapped his feet into lead soled rubber boots. I pulled a heavy retainer dam over his head and clamped it onto the neck of the suit. I tugged a thick dive hood down over his head, leaving just his face exposed. He never asked about any of the gear I was adding, not even when I clipped a rubber mask over his mouth and nose and snugged it up tight. This man wanted it all, and I wanted to be sure he got it!!

Tad's breathing was really audible now through the mask and I heard it get heavier when I returned with the metal helmet I planned for him to wear. His eyes were all over it as I made believe I was checking the fittings and ports. It had been modified for me with a an inner, padded lining, almost a helmet within a helmet. The wearer would find his head gripped firmly in place, unable to move neck or head. I couldn't resist standing in front of him and pausing a bit before closing him up. I enjoyed the fact that he reached out with his rubber paws and wanted to hold the helmet. I let him run his hands over it and then took it back. It was a real thrill to have him turn his head, line up the force the helmet down and settle it over his head, locking it onto the retainer ring. When I looked in through the open port I could see Tad was sweating now and his respirations were quicker.

Having him stand up, I explained I had to check out the sensors before the next phase of the experiment. Tad stood there in his rubber gear and occasionally felt at himself, obviously relishing the rubber world he had found. I ran a low pulse current from his ass to his cock and watched him react. He knew his cock was stretching in response to the stimulus but tried to appear unconcerned. I made some comments about adjusting the readings and added some juice to his tit clamps. Tad stiffened and almost grabbed his cock, but held back and allowed a brief moan to escape through his mask. I smiled and noted aloud that the equipment appeared to be working properly! Tad just tried to nod but could only sway the upper part of his torso. I knew he was so heavily geared up that he found it difficult to move. But he was only finished with the first phase of what I wanted to try.

I asked him how the gear felt and made some phony notes on my clipboard. I proceeded to grope him whenever I could and tried to act casual, although my own cock was rock hard and pumping just as I was sure his was!! Tad's muffled voice inquired about how long the experiment was to take and I mumbled some answer that seemed to satisfy him. I forced the issue by showing concern that he was having second thoughts and offered to cancel the procedure. Vigorous shaking of his shoulders and protests showed me that he desperately wanted to continue. I felt I was getting to really like this man and was pleased at his obvious enjoyment. I wanted him to continue and experience all that I had planned.

Before leading him out of the small room, I added a webbing harness to his torso and crotch. I made sure all the straps across his shoulders and chest and belly were snug and that the crotch straps gripped his thighs even tighter. Nothing bothered him and I think I could have made things even more restrictive but held off a bit. I wanted to see his reaction to the room across the hall and took him by the arm and lead his stiffened frame down the hall. His leaded feet were slow and his movements hampered by the weight of the gear he was encased in, so we took our time. I opened the door to what had been a large workshop. The windows were painted over and no light entered. I seated Tad near the doorway and switched on the overhead lights. As I moved around making some final checks on things I watched him twist and strain to look around the room. There wasn't much to see, cables and hoses, a small compressor, nothing spectacular except for the object in the middle of the room. But I had covered it with a tarp and it could have been almost anything. Sure that everything was ready, I went to the tarp and started to pull it off the object. Tad's attention was on me and I grinned at him. Then I whipped the tarp off and phase two was revealed.

When I first saw it on a Government warehouse auction list, the small picture had me holding an erection under my desk at work!! Designed to test human reactions to pressure and restriction for some expensive project, it was left to gather dust until some other Agency decided to get rid of a shitload of stuff that cost too much to hold onto. I was able to bid on it and get it for a song and trucked it out here to get ready for all this. It was fabricated out of heavy steel, in two halves, in a seated configuration. The only port was at the front of the space for the head and exactly matched the port in the helmet I had locked Tad into a little while ago. I guess it was to allow some visual observation of the subject's face and expressions.

The expression on Tad's face wasn't easy to see since only his eyes were visible across the room. But I knew he was staring intently at the metal chamber seated on its platform. When he struggled to his feet and clumsily made his way to the center of the room I knew he was taking in the contraption and already making his own conclusions.

I asked him if he was ready to continue and he agreed with a muffled shout that sounded something like: "Shit, yeah!!." I had been in most the gear he was now wearing and our comparable size had helped me select Tad in the first place, so I knew things would go easy. He was a bit huskier than me but the fluid chamber was designed to accommodate a range of builds. I worked at the toggles on the front of the metal chamber and strained to lift it up and free.

What remained was almost a form fitting metal seat from heel to the top and back of the occupant's helmeted head. I didn't even have to prompt Tad because he stepped right up and dropped his rubber ass right down. I watched him settle his arms and legs into the contours of the chamber and knew he was grinning in anticipation. This man was really getting into this!!

I wasted no time and proceeded to connect the internal straps over his legs and arms and then locking the webbing harness to the back of the chamber. Finally I clamped Tad's helmet to the shell of the chamber leaving him unable to move much more than his fingers and his eyes. Now this Tad Johnston was where I wanted him, I wondered if he felt the same and decided to find out.

While I connected the air hoses that ran through the back of the chamber wall through the side of his helmet and then to his mask, I kept up a stream of chatter about pressurization and fluid control theory. I knew I had to raise my voice because his head was so buried in rubber and metal that his hearing was limited. I had to ask him to shout when I asked a question so I could hear him. His eyes found me whenever I stepped in view but I knew his range of vision out that narrow port meant he could see little more than directly in front of him. Finally he shouted something and I leaned down to try and understand him. I asked him to repeat himself and if he was in any distress.

Finally Tad asked me what I was trying to investigate. Although he insisted he felt ok in the gear, his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he wanted to know what all this gear was meant to accomplish. I guess he knew what he was accomplishing, buried in all that rubber and enjoying every minute, but was still curious about what I wanted. I figured it was time he knew.

I reached in and wiped the sweat out of Tad's eyes. He blinked and mumbled his thanks. I could get the strong, musky man-smell of him leaning in close to the opening and his warm and sweaty odor made me horny and hard all over again. I leaned in close and explained to him what I was going to do. I explained that I wanted to find out how many times I'd be able to get him to cum over the next twenty-four hours. I explained how I wanted to see him so restrained that he was unable to move a muscle while I punched all the buttons I could. I explained that I wished I was the one strapped into this metal chamber, but since that was impossible I had decided to inflict my fantasy on someone else. I tried to explain exactly what I intended to do to him.

It wasn't easy because he started yelling and protesting almost from the start. I figured that would be his reaction and had long ago decided to ignore it. As a test, I leaned down and unfastened his jock cup and took his cock into my hand. It responded and grew in the rubber even though he was cursing me and fighting his bonds like mad. Then I cut off his air supply and watched his eyes bug out. But at the same time his prick jumped and tried to bury itself in my hand and I knew Tad Johnston was most certainly the man I needed.

Ignoring his outbursts, I opened the air valve and finished up with the job. I brought out the AccuJac and installed it over his cock, making sure it would stay in place. I ran those hoses out through the access port with the electrical wires already connected to Tad's anatomy. Snugging down on the straps I was satisfied that things were ready. I looked into his eyes once more and winked at him, then clamped the helmet's port closed. It was a job lifting and lining up the heavy metal front of the chamber but when the edges lined up I was able to toggle the clamps and seal Tad in.

I was sure Tad was still yelling, but I could no longer hear him. There was a mike built into the setup, but I didn't need to hear him right now. I knew he could see clearly the area in front of the platform and that I could see his eyes through the port. I was busting my buttons to get off just looking at this package of fantasy in front of me. How I wished I was in Tad's place and hoped to try it someday. Right now I needed some relief. I remembered the hot leather gear that this guy had worn and ran back to the other room. Stripping off, I quickly donned his leathers, getting harder and harder feeling my ass and cock and balls in where his had been. Pulling on his heavy jacket, I returned to the room and stood in front of Tad's view. I reached down and worked my hard-on and knew he recognized his own gear on me. I gave it a rest and opened the valves that admitted the warm water to the chamber.

I knew Tad could feel the pressure and movement of the water as it surrounded his rubber suited body and measure its rise up past his belly and chest and then past the top of his helmet. I had to try out the pressure so pressurized the chamber slightly. At the same time I set Tad's butt plug on a pulse setting and knew his ass was contracting with the rhythm. After a while, I added his cock to the circuit and opened the mike circuit to a speaker in the platform. Tad's low moans were clearly audible. Not those of pain or agony, but that very familiar response to a man's dick getting so hard it felt it's gonna explode!!

I let Tad get really hot and eased off on the tens unit until I figured he was coming down a bit. Then I bumped it back up and added a bit of popper magic through his intake hose. This time his moans were mixed with grunts of pleasure as the amyl pushed him to the limit. I let him ride it out without increasing things then slowly cut back on everything.

When his breathing slowed down, Tad swore at me and told me that I could go fuck myself because he wasn't gonna cooperate with me. I sorta enjoy a challenge so I decided to get the show on the road right away. I let the compressor vary the pressure in the chamber up and down and reset the butt plug and probe pulses. A steady stream of poppers ran into the air Tad was sucking in and his reaction was immediate.

Still protesting resistance, his words started to come out a little less connected and soon he was grunting in time with the force of the stimuli I was subjecting his body to. I decided to go full bore on this trip so I turned on the AccuJac as well, knowing it was starting to suck greedily at his rubber encased cock slowly and methodically. I unzipped the fly on Tad's tight leather jeans and stood in front of him, letting him see me do what I know he wanted to be doing to himself. I stroked and pumped my meat, trying to keep even with the pace I heard over the speaker as Tad got closer and closer to his explosion.

It was almost a dead heat!! But Tad's shriek of ecstasy was my trigger and I shot my load into his metal lap a few seconds after he was filling his rubber sheathe with warm jism. I swear I could almost see that heavy metal chamber rock with his effort, but in reality only his dick was able to move. Soft moans and groans accompanied his slow descent to earth and I slowly turned off his ass and dick and poppers and let him settle down.

The intercom worked both ways and when Tad's breathing appeared to indicate he was back to normal, I thanked him for participating and reassured him that everything was fine. Blinking the sweat out of his eyes, he looked at me and admitted that it had been one of the best rides of his life. He apologized for cussing me out and admitted that he had enjoyed it all. Then he took a breath and asked if he would be out of the chamber so he could take a leak. I gently reminded him that he wasn't done and that we had a long session ahead of us. I shut off the speaker when he began to rant again and went to clean up a bit. I turned at the door and looked back at Tad in his metal chamber and tried to imagine what it was like for him. I wished I could feel the weight of the gear and the pressure of the tank and know that my cock was at the mercy of someone else. I knew I had to take his place one of these days, but as for now, Tad will have to spend another quite long time in it – Maybe he’ll make the 24 hours I planned, but if he does .. I might just keep him in there a while longer ... I don’t think he will be able to resist. And who knows ... maybe I could keep him as my toy …