The Gasmaster part 10 finaleby frglee

Author: FRGLEE
Title: The Gasmaster part 10 [finale]by frglee
Date: 21 February 2007

My last full day with Gasmaster ‘Y’ was to be the most extreme but also perhaps the most enjoyable. We had slept late that day,and Lo had slipped off and made us a brunch meal with coffee and bacon,eggs and hot pancakes.Again,perhaps in my honor but ‘Y’ said it was an unusual treat for him as well.He had been to several conferences in the USA and was not so unused to such things. Lo was a good cook too,but then,he did so many things well….

‘Y’ explained the scene to me which was to be almost a piece of performance art in retrospect…it was session as a floor show at a private venue. It was a very severe test for me,for it was to involve a very intense bondage session breathing gas and submitting to stimming.We were also to meet a great Japanese electrostimming expert who was to participate.It would involve suspension bondage in plastic wrap,duct tape and rubber. I would be immobilised for around 4-5 hours.The equipment was being set up by friends of ‘Y’ this afternoon and involved nothing more complicated than a large wooden frame with a two A shaped ends and a heavy spar between them,along with some transverse struts to keep the structure stable.’Y’ explained the kind of session I was to endure using some photographs he had taken of a previous one.These showed a guy in many layers of plastic wrap clingfilm hanging face down from a spar.He was wearing a full visor gasmask under the clingfilm and two tubes stretched down and away to the floor some 2m below him.In the picture the guys penis stuck obscenely out of the ‘plastic mummy’ he had become, and large weights hung from his nipple rings and balls,using a parachute harness.There was to be more than this for me but that was to be a surprise for later and I guessed that some fairly heavy electro was to be used.

We had a quiet afternoon in the garden discussing the scenes I had enjoyed and listening to some of The Gasmaster’s stories,some of which he became very animated in the telling and Lo had to help him translate.I began to understand that I was actually in the presence of a great man.He had reached the very peak of his chosen profession by his late thirties .He was also much admired in the fetish community as well,despite few people knowing who he really was..’Y’ was 90% gay but some of his play transcended sexuality and he was friendly with many of the Japanese hetero masters and dommes as well. Over the past 15 years he and his friends had kind of hammered out a very vibrant non commercial scene.This was a reaction to a still rather repressive and conformist society and a lack of enthusiasm by municipalities to allow fetish clubs and events.They went on occassionally at straight and gay clubs alike and there had even been some larger fetish balls open to the public.Yet still the scene remained largely underground and the best evenings were very definately for the cogniscenti. This evenings event was to be quite mixed and would probably be rather busier than the previous saturday. It was being held in a disused modern factory near the docks.

I was asked which scenes I had enjoyed the most and what I had not enjoyed so much.As I chatted with my host about this I began to feel rather sad because it reminded me that this amazing and eyeopening trip was ending for me,at least for now.I had never met anyone before like ‘Y’ and I doubted I might do so again. I was due to fly back tomorrow to San Francisco,then drive north to my home in a small town.I had many problems in my life back there which had to be faced up to again….However I was in a state of nervous anticipation about this evening which pretty soon took my mind off that.

As there was to be more gas that evening I was not to eat,but ‘Y’ permitted me to have a bowl of soup and as much in the way of soft drinks as I cared to drink. At around 8 we began to get kitted up. I put on my cockring then the heavy segmented steel ball collar.I inserted a bipolar steel buttplug up my lubricated asshole and fed the connecting wires through my cockring. I was dressed in the black medium weight latex catsuit I had brought with me that had a clip on codpiece front and also had nipple ports.Over this I wore a thick black latex bike jacket,lent to me by ‘Y’ that fitted me pretty well,along with motocross boots,quite old and scuffed. Lo was kitted up in a kind of rubber chauffeurs uniform,rather nice dark blue latex breeches and jacket along with a rubber cap.

‘Y’ amazed us with a yellow rubber and plastic spacesuit. This was made of quite thick deep yellow coloured rubber with plastic strips and defenders….It had a metal connecting yoke for a bubble helmet.The bubble helmet was fed oxygen only this time from the rebreather box that we had used earlier….there being two oxygen cylinders now in it rather than one….There was perhaps enough gas and scrubber for over 6 hours as ‘Y’ had managed to get some Lithium Hydroxide rather than sodalime for the CO2 scubber,this being several times more effective,despite being very expensive.[A favor called in from one of the hospital supply companies!] The hoses slotted into a port at the bottom of the helmet leading to a rubber orinasal mask inside the helmet.There was the radio connection again and an antenna sprang from the back of the suit…this was really more for show as the actual transmitter and receiver was little larger than a mobile phone and was concealed at the bottom of the helmet,He was in touch with Lo and Ishimoru continuously through their headphones and throat mikes.The helmet was placed over the collar,’Y’s face snug in the orinasal mask and then clicked into place with a metal lever securing it to the heavy rubber spacesuit. Strong plastic gloves were sealed to the wrist collars of the suit and the Lo dressed him in heavy lace up white rubber boots,which I recognised as being for arctic exploration with inflatable insoles and sides.Now ‘Y’ was completely sealed off from the world for the night.

When he was kitted up he gave Lo the thumbs up sign and I could then hear Lo talking to ‘Y’ though the throat mike responding to questions and instructions.I could just about make ‘Y’ out when he shouted,but the rubber mask he was wearing and the plexiglass helmet muffled out much of the sound. I thought he looked very horny in the suit…I noticed an unmistakable bulge in his groin- he was very fond of it too ! I know that rubber sometimes is a personal trip,less for the benefit of the outside world and more for the wearer.

Ishimoru arrived with the ambulance at 10:30 at the side of the house….he was kitted up in overalls so at that time I could not see what he had on underneath,but it turned out he had dressed in the rubber medical gear which I loved so much on him……We climbed into the back of the van and sat on the benches again.I wondered if this was to be rather an endurance test for ‘Y’ but he loved being so totally enclosed.I knew his kit would be very much the centre of attention at the party and I asked Lo if he had worn it before,getting a response in the negative,at least away from his home. There had been a guy from Korea who had visited and was very into spacesuits and pressure suits and brought a very similar outfit over. After the visit,’Y’ had decided to have one made up for himself,and had had the helmet breathing system set up sorted out by his chief engineer at the clinic.Got to say it looked pretty incredible,more like a science fiction idea of a space suit than a real one,but to all intents and purposes it worked perfectly,even underwater,apparently. Upon arrival at the factory ,we got out of the van and walked in being warmly greeted…This seemed to be a very serious event though,there was no loud music,just a continous tape of Gregorian chanting….slightly incongruous in a Japanese context maybe….it was very mixed with dommes as well as masters,gay as well as straight. Quite a few rubber tv’s and ts guys were there also in all their finery. I noticed that the event was virtually entirely Japanese and I was certainly the sole westerner amongst some 200 partygoers.

The exhibition session was announced and a lot of people came over to one corner of the factory to watch.’Y’ gave instructions to Lo and Ishimoru but did not actively participate,other than to check their work.I watched this yellow spaceman wander around being much admired by others,especially some of the rubberdivers there,also fully kitted.There was a girl in a hazmat suit being led around on a rope too with breathing apparatus too I noticed.

I was to strip off down to the latex undersuit, remove the codpiece and put on a latex hood and a gasmask,and Lo also had some latex gloves and socks for me as well. I stood up next to a wide thick plank of wood on a small raised platform. Industrial 1m wide plastic wrap was then wrapped round me again and again.This needed some help from a couple of guys in the audience.I actually felt quite breathless as the wrap constricted my chest a little but got used to the shallow breathing after a while.My head was covered with about 10 layers of the plastic,a hole being made at the front of the gasmask for my breathing tube port and for the visor,so at least I could see out. Holes were also gently cut through for my stiffening dick and my nips,the rings being tugged quite hard to pull them out from the rubber suit and the plastic.the next stage was to cover me in silver duct tape and this took some time to get right. Again,large industrial roles of 10cm wide tape was used starting around my feet and working up.This really did bind me tightly. I had done duct tape mummification a couple of times before and quite enjoyed it .I knew it could be quite an endurance test though and one of the dangers was overheating.I was actually placed near an air conditioning duct and so this was not a problem.It was wound slowly around my thighs,with the plank to my back….then up and around my stiff dick and balls,leaving a port…slowly around my stomack and up my chest which felt tight but not unbearably so…two ports were left for my nipples then the mummification continued up to my neck and around my head,leaving the visor free and a hole for my breathing.The whole procedure was then repeated.I could not move an inch and seemed to even have my breathing controlled by the restriction,although that was,as I said,something I easily acclimatised to.I could see out straight in front of me and watched ‘Y’ and friends attending to me.

The next stage involved placing me down on the floor and this was done gently by about 6 guys.I heard a chain and a winch motor start up from the ceiling and pretty soon I was being lifted up onto the top of the wooden A frames.Bolts were placed into position and I was secure. I was facing down,totally supported by the plastic and the silver tape….a helpless mummy hanging in mid air.There was no movement at all really…I tried to stretch out and gyrate a little but this was extremely limited.

Ishimoru shouted through my mask at me “Is everything OK?” I grunted once back really not wishing to try to talk in this set up for now.This was our signal for OK and Ishimoru nodded.The next stage was to set up my breathing system.A portable Anaesthesia machine with two cylinders on the side was rolled nearer.Ishimoru affixed the heavy black rubber hoses to my mask and switched on the oxygen that I breathed initially on demand,like a diving regulator.When I got used to it ,he switched over to a weak nitrous mix.I could smell the dry sweet rubbery gas enter my nostrils and sucked in deeply savoring it….A wonderful tingly feel and my vision began to get slightly blurry for a minute ot two,then I got used to it and started to really enjoy the sensation of being in complete bondage, in public,breathing gas.My dick was stiff under me and was played with a little by someone,I do not know who. I think he was interested in my jewelry there and was curious about the heavy 5cm thick steel ball collar and my heavy chrome cockring.My nipples suddenly pulled and I realised that heavy weights had been attached to the tit rings.I twitched a little and they moved about,tugging me.

My dick was still hard and I twitched it a few times,unconcerned about the people watching….in fact this was a turn on in itself….The crowd below began to build up awaiting the next stage. I could not see what was happening but I guessed from the tugs and manipulation of my dick and balls that estimming contacts were being connected. I felt suddenly my asshole start to tingle and throb with a regular pulsing sensation,almost like being ‘fucked by a ghost’ as someone once described it…I felt a clamp attached to one nipple behind the nipple ring and then the other. A burning tingling feeling in each nipple started up,accentuated by the tug of the weights as I breathed…..cold steel then entered the top of my stiff dick and slid down my urethra…this was not unpleasant and was something I enjoyed doing myself with sounds…..A metal ring seemed to be slid over the head of my dick next and was tucked just behind my corona……I was surprised next to feel a tube with a lubricated rubber end placed over my dick and slide down.When it was at the base of my hard cut dick,it was pumped….I had a pumping tube over my dick now! it had an external contact so the current could pass through the plastic to another contact on the interior,near the tip.This had been connected to the ring and the metal urethral cylinder… My dick stiffened still further…I felt the steel inside my dick quite strongly now,.There was some more connecting of a wire to the contact on the tube and then to my segmented ball collar.The current was turned on and I could feel my ballsack tingle with the current but inside the evacuated tube,my dick stiffened still further as the current started to flow….Then it was turned up a tad and there was a strong sensation.The electricity was pulsing through me from my glans through to my balls.

There was no escape from this and I knew from past experience that being in the hands of a master in this field could be a very mixed experience.Luckily ‘Y’ had reminded the practitioner that this was not a punishment session…the object was simply to bring me to orgasm,in public,as many times a possible over the next few hours.

I could hear people talking and touching my dick and nipples even as the current flowed.I was apparently an exhibit in some sort of tutorial!

The gas was turned up now so that I was breathing 50/50 entonox and I began to sink back into the wonderful muffly grey cloud of sensation and impression.I loved this gas…just breathing it I was so ecstatically happy,nothing else really mattered. In heavy bondage the experience with nitrous was…..strange….I seemed to be free and floating a lot of the time…..The current was turned up,first in my asshole,then my nips and dick . Programmes began to change,sometimes sharp and sometimes mellow.I seemed to drift in and out of fantasies involving the guys who walked across my field of vision. I recall a strong well built guy in rubber firemans kit that was particularily interesting to me,but I liked the rubber divers too,who seemed very interested in my set up.As I stared down my whole universe seemed to be my view through my visor and the sucking of the gas through the heavy rubber tubes that snaked down away from my mask.I was totally in the control of the Gasmaster. For a while he stood before me,staring through my eyes through his bubble and my plexiglass visor.I stared back,looking at his eyes too.They seemed evil,cool and determined but I knew this impression was wrong.My Gasmaster cared for me.My Gasmaster wanted me to be happy.

Suddenly there was an announcement made over the music and a lot of people moved over to join the crowd around me.I guessed that I was to be the floor show. The current was turned up on my dick and in my asshole and I began to realise what was to happen.I was to be made to cum,whether or not I wanted to,for my audiences pleasure..I tried to squirm and escape the electro but it was all far too much….I was being played with now but with a very serious intent…different programmes and varying speeds and power settings…..but all the time the sensations getting stronger and stronger .In my ass a great pumping action seemed to be taking place although I knew this was just the stimming….there seemed to be a steady beat of around 80 pulses a minute but the sensation was a lot more than a simple pulse.It almost seemed to twist and grap me inside….In my dick it was faster and the current seemed espoecially strong around the back of my glans as the pumping tube ensured my dick was ultra hard and that the connection between skin and metal was at optimum levels .I could feel fluid leaking from my dick as my prostate was milked by the current in my ass….it began to hurt my dick a bit but I got used to it after a minute or so,then the power was turned up again and again in steps.I was slightly numb from the gas but was luxuriating in the sensation from my dick and asshole…sometimes the cycles of the stimming in my ass and dick combined in a heterodyning way…suddenly it seemed there was nothing I could do except to cum…it was completely impossible to fight….then I was a mummy twitching and gasping and yelling through my mask…the cum squirted out of me into the receiving tube again and again.My brain was rocked by the orgasm and I was astonished by its duration and intensity. As I began to relax back the current was turned down and I heard a strange noise….applause! I opened my clenched eyes and below me there were people clapping!

The session was to repeat itself 3 times that evening much to my surprise.I didn’t want to come again and again and my dick got very sore…but while the gas was flowing and the electrostimming continued it was pretty hard to ignore and fight.On the third cum induction session,several hours after the first I tried to distract myself making lists in my head. It really made no difference…cumming with stimming on this level had very little to do with what was going on in my head…it was a physical release,pure and simple…I was told that if I had a hard on I could probably be made to cum in 30 seconds ,but it would hurt and not be very pleasant.The secret was to step up the power and slowly increase the pain threshold until the body had to cum….There was simply no choice.

The final cumming session involved a lot of gas.’Y’ seemed to believe that if I was nearly unconscious from Nitrous it would be impossible for me to cum,yet the expert disagreed,talking through Lo. So a little wager was setup…..The gas was increased so I was almost out of it,but not quite…watching carefully the results from my ear clip on a Blackberry hand held interface,Ishimoru carefully increased the nitrous in the mix…he stared at my eyes watching my reactions and I began to hum and babble into the mask. I could hardly concentrate now…I was also soaking with sweat inside the plastic and was getting very near to my own physical tolerance in this scene. I drifted off into a wonderland of fuzzy colors and fuzzy sensations…all the time feeling an intense tickling and grinding sensation in my groin.There was also a wonderful sensation from my nipples being stimmed and tugged at the same time…suddenly,with hardly any build up I shot for the fourth time,spawning the last of my cum into the sucking receiving tube and then twitching and gyrating as best I could in my bondage…I gasped at the gas and seemed to pass out momentarily but Ishimoru was already increasing the oxygen and with a few minutes I seemed back to normal.

The crowd was thinning now and ‘Y’,who I had not seen for a while returned,covered in mud,but still fully kitted out in his spaceman gear.The wires and tube was removed,my mask tubes unscrewed and then the bolts were removed from the A frame and I was winched up,then down onto the floor where I was cut from the tape and plastic wrap…..a pool of sweat was released onto the floor and I crawled out of the bondage like some black larva emerging from a silvery egg.

“Can you stand up?” said Ishimoru holding me under a shoulder.I tried to but immediately collapsed again.The last bout of gas had been quite intense and it was taking a while to recover.

“OK.just lay down again and relax”

Ishimoro attached a plastic mask to the anaesthesia machine hoses,turned a dial on the console and held it against my face.Cool oxygen flowed through to my lungs and my head began to clear…

“Its OK.its sometimes like that…and I guess you must be very tired.Jonathon,you were incredible up there! Everyone will be talking about it for months! “

Eventually we were all back in the van again and returned back to the apartment.After a shower I slept like a baby,naked with ‘Y’ in his huge bed.I hugged and held him in my sleep.

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Epilogue

The next morning we were quiet and I felt very sad having to leave….I packed my bags and spent some more time in the garden with ‘Y’ chatting and eating .But then it was time to leave for Narita and it was time to say goodbye at the airport to my host and goodbye to his assistant who had been so kind and affectionate toward me. As the Northwest Airlines Airbus A330 took off and I saw the huge metropolis of Tokyo disappear from view in the late afternoon sun I reflected as to what I had done and what I had discovered about myself. I had felt a very close bond to ‘Y’ and his friends and realised that that was the greatest and best thing that had happened…not the equipment,fetish gear or the sex but the trust and warmth that had emanated from these guys towards me and had flowed back to them from myself. Feeling confident and happy,I felt able to face the problems back home.