SUBMARINE ESCAPE IMMERSION SUIT MK 9

Author: alanlth
Title: SUBMARINE ESCAPE IMMERSION SUIT MK 9
Date: 26 November 2004



Story by GUY

The afternoon in the office was going pretty slowly. To pass the time I did my usual trawl on EBAY, searching on keywords – gay, leather, rubber. The previous twelve months had produced some interesting play items, a sleepsack among my favorite finds. An email pinged in my inbox, a reminder favourite items found. I glanced at it, and oddly it referred to a Submarine Immersion suit. What the logic was in connection with my favorites, I had no idea. Curiosity got the better of me and I clinked on the link.  The item was headed:

SUBMARINE ESCAPE IMMERSION SUIT MK 9

I looked the photographs of the immersion suit. It was awesome. There was even a picture of the suit in use with a submariner rising to the surface. I read on to the description.“The Submarine Escape immersion Equipment Mk9 was developed to enable submariners to escape from a stricken sub from depths of up to 182mtrs/600feet. Upon reaching the surface, inflated suit provides protection from elements dramatically increasing survivability. The suit consists of a double layer all enveloping dry suit with a built In life jacket, inflating the front and back of the suit either through twin valves on the right wrist, or automatically by two *C02 canisters. The lifejacket is inflated by the large yellow valve on the left wrist. These suits are very warm even in the coldest of water (2 hours in a frozen lake with normal clothes on underneath) and are great fun all year round! The top hood is removable revealing a second hood and spray visor, Leather mitts are bonded on with a rubber wrist seal and a pair of removable thermal over mitts are stowed on the forearms with attachment strings. Other features include distress whistle, salt water battery with light beacon (approx. 20 hours life), rip cord to remove the outer hood. Adjustable foot straps, nose clip, toggle on lanyard, D shackle, stowage pocket and various reflective panels. There also is a inner thermal vest included in the package wrapping around the stored suit. Possible gay interest!”My mind started to think about the possibilities of having some fun either for myself or for my partner. I realized my cock was stiff under my suit, and was glad I was behind my desk.

I looked at the seller’s name, and feedback. The name seemed familiar, but I could not remember from where. Everything seemed to check out. I read on.

“Delivery will be next day by special courier (London Only). Buy it now option for 50 pounds. Bidding restricted to members with quality feedback”.

I thought for a moment, and realized I had booked the following day off. What the heck, I could always re-sell the suit on EBAY if I didn’t like it, or got bored with it. I was an accomplished seller, and knew how to get just the right photos to attract horny buyers.

I clicked the “buy it now” option on the screen and within seconds, it came back with successful purchase. Little did I know at the time that buying restriction was limited to one person by the seller – me!

I completed the purchase via electronic payment, that included my address and contact details, and sat back in anticipation.

That evening was relatively quiet. We had dinner, followed by a couple of drinks later and an early night. My partner had a busy day the following day and would be off early in the morning. I went downstairs to the bedroom, and looked forward to the next day.

As usual I slept most of the night with a stiffy. Morning came, and a ring of the doorbell. The front door was adjacent to our bedroom, which was in fact a dual purpose room. The floors had been laid with black rubber tiles, and the ceilings were high. Along one wall was our collection of toys and outfits hidden behind mirrored doors. I donned a tracksuit and went to the door. Upon opening the door there was a refreshing breeze, and standing in the doorway was a sight to behold. A zero cropped delivery man, with a cute goatee, dressed from head to toe in black overalls, and giving me a lovely smile. “Special delivery for you sir”,  the man spoke with a slight southern accent, “please sign here” holding out a clipboard and pen. I signed for the package and returned the clipboard with a smile. In return the special courier handed me a large package. “Thanks”. I watched to see the delivery man climb back into a black unmarked van parked across the way. I turned closing the door, and headed back to the bedroom. I quickly ripped through the packaging. The suit was encased in an orange bag that was sealed.

The red of the suit began to emerge. The suit was definitely heavy. I brought it out of the packaging and upto my face. The smell was awesome. Rubbery and musty. I looked over the suit. I threw off my tracksuit and held up the suit. The front zipper was already undone. I looked into the suit and as described it had the lifevest built in, as well as some odd padding around the seat and crutch.. It even had a built in catheter – these guys had thought f everything! I put one leg into the suit, followed by another. I then carefully placed the catheter over my cock then connected it to the built in pipe in the leg. Then placing an arm into each sleeve, pulled the suit on. I then brought the first rubber hood over my head, followed by the second sprayshield. Finally, I zipped the suit shut. It felt great. My cock was throbbing in anticipation. I then zipped the final headcovering down over my face.  I turned to look at myself in the mirror. It was like look at something form a science fiction film. I looked at the two canisters attached to the suit, and thought here we go. I pulled the ripcord for  the valve to the outer suit, and immediately the suit inflated with woosh, and began pressing against my skin. I looked like some kind of Michelin man!

I ran my gloved hands over the suit. It was cumbersome to move being fully inflated. Now to inflate the inner lifevest. I looked to the second valve and turned it. The lifevest began to inflate inside the suit, but then something very odd began to happen. I could feel something growing and probing in my arse. Quickly, an inflated dildo shot up there, followed almost immediately after by inflatable mechanism encircling my cock and balls. I almost came with the unexpected pleasure. Then, very oddly I started to smell something very odd, not unlike poppers, no more like ether, and began to feel very unsteady. I started to panic and tried to rip the head covering off, but with cumbersome leather mitts attached to the suit, and the bulk of the inflated suit, I could not react quickly enough. Next thing I am falling backwards onto the hard rubber floor, protected from serious damage by the inflated suit. I lay there momentarily. As I lay semi conscious, inhaling the noxious gas, there was a burst of light form the front door. Two dark figures entered the room, and bent over me. One was the special deliver man, smiling at me. At this point I blanked out completely.

I was gradually regaining consciousness, thinking I had been in a dream, but as I came around something felt very odd. I was floating. I was erect, and tried to move my arms, but could not. I tried to move my tongue, but it encountered a large rubber object. My throat felt very odd, like something was stuck in it. Then I realized there were tubes in my nose, going down the back of my throat. The air I was breathing felt strange and cold through a rubber mask, that completely covered my face. I peered through the mask but was unable to discern anything other than a few odd flashes of light. Although I knew I was breathing, I could hear no sound.

Becoming more aware of my surroundings, I realized I was in the submarine immersion suit, but some things felt different. I moved my hand inside the mitten. It felt different, as if it was covered in rubber. I then moved slightly, and felt rubber encasing my entire body. My cock began to rise, but then I felt a throb of pain as if it had been pinned to something. My nipples equally smarted with pain. I wrestled inside the suit but to no avail. Rubber against rubber and the sweat against my skin. I was getting hornier and hornier, whilst panicking at the same time.

Just then, out of the corner of my eye a shape came into view. Oddly moving in the semi darkness. It came close, and I picked out the shape of a diver. Not a normally dressed diver, but somebody wearing a shiny black wetsuit, with matching hood, large black flippers, and a silver framed divers mask. Light reflected on the face of the glass as if a one way mirror. In the reflection of the glass I saw the oddest shape. I recognized the familiar sight and panicked. I was the same as in the Ebay advert. I submariner floating to the surface, but in this case it wasn’t. The feet and hands  were anchored by steel cables to the floor below, and the submariner was motionless in the water.

The rubber diver came closer and peered at me. I could do nothing to avert his gaze. He held his hand to me face and closed the thumb and first finger to make an “O”. Something was then lowered in front of me on cables. At first it was black, then sprang to life. It was a video screen. And on it was a picture……a picture of a  man suspended in a large pool by steel cables, in an inflated submarine immersion suit…it was me….trapped inside. I began to sweat with panic.

Momentarily, I heard a click, the first sound I had heard since awaking in my submariner prison. ”Welcome to your new home Guy! Remember me?” I did not recognize the voice. The picture changed on the screen. It was an Ebay add. One of my own from several months ago. It was for a pair of leather jeans. I was puzzled. I thought for a minute. Oh yeah, that was a pair of jeans I had fashioned in one of my special shots. Nice and tight with plenty of arse shots. One of the bidders had asked if I would spunk on the jeans if he won them. Life is full of crack pots. I had sent them off without spunk. I tried to speak, but realized I couldn’t.

“Yes Guy, I was the one who bought the jeans, and you did not obey instructions as I requested you to. So now I am going to teach you some manners, and make sure you follow my instructions in future”. I tried to scream defiantly, but obviously nothing would come out.

The screen changed, and began to play a video. A video of a submarine immersion suited man being carried from a black van inside a warehouse, into some kind of workshop by two men in black overalls, one immediately recognizable as the courier. The two men then went about their work, carefully removing the immersion suit. A limp naked body lay on a large white slab….recognizable as me!  Next one of the men grabbed a pair of electric hair clippers and began removing every single body hair off me. This followed with the other man using a wet shave. The two men applied cream all over my body and head.

A third man enters the room, with a small box. He is thickset, with numerous piercings. He opens the box, and reveals a wide selection of steel piercings. He first seizes my flaccid cock, and deftly shoves a needle through. My cock is now twingeing with pain even though I realize it has already happened. He follows with a large cock ring. Next he inserts various peircings in my crotch. Attaching the Prince Albert to one of the crotch peircings, creating a somewhat primitive chastity device. He then move to my upper body, and pierces both nipples. The man leaves.

Another man enters the room and the two couriers turn me over face down. The man is busy setting up some equipment while the two couriers are inserting something in my rectum. It is inflatable device that is then connected to a hose. Water is flushed into my arse from a hot water bottle suspended from a rack. The man sets about my upper torso. He is tattooing my back with a large device . a snake entwining a cross.  He then moves to my rear and tattoos “SLAVE” across my buttocks. Throughout all of this my eyes are drawn to the screen. I am incredibly aroused by the spectacle as well as scared at the outcome. The work finally finished, I am rolled over on my back.

The two men return with various items. My body is carefully eased into a one piece rubber suit, aided no doubt with liberal application of get. My cock and balls is squeezed into a specially moulded front piece, and an inflatable dildo shoved into my arse. A catheter is removed from sterile packaging and inserted through a small black tube into my cock, and into my bladder. The catheter has a small bulb of a water at one end, that is squeezed to inflate the balloon now resting inside me. My body is now completely coated in black rubber. The catheter is then connected to a rubber tube that is carefully inserted into my nostril and down my throat.

Next, the men start to apply thin wires to connectors on the suit and connect them to  a pack now strapped to my waist. Finally, my body is re-encased the submarine immersion suit. The video cuts over to me suspended in the tank and pans away, to reveal several other suspended victims in a similar situation. The screen goes blank.

I am floating there motionless, trying to take on board my predicament. Then my body starts to tingle. A familiar sensation. A tens machine had been activated. Suddenly the intensity increases, and a receive a sharp shock in my cock. The rubber suit had obviously been carefully designed with hotspots in the strategic places. The screen springs to life with a picture of a man standing, dressed head to toe in leather. Shiny black Chipewa boots, one placed firmly on a chair, smoking a cigar. The Tens unit begins to harmonize with my body and I am riding waves of pleasure. Staring at the handsome man facing me in the screen, smells start to creep into the suit. First tobacco. I can smell him, taste him. Then the familiar smell of poppers. My head is starting to spin. I try to struggle in the suit. It only make matters worse. I am ready to explode. The more I struggle, the hornier I am becoming. The smell of cigar smoke is not overpowering. The sweat from my body is now enabling me to make small movements, rubbing my cock inside the rubber prison. I am ready to come. And I do. I shoot a wad through the catheter. My head explodes with a white light, and my body is in ecstasy. I am spent.

The ether smell starts to appear again in the suit, and drift away, a smile on my face………a voice cuts in….”you will learn to obey me”.</p><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p />

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