frogman

Author: FRGLEE
Title: frogman
Date: 13 March 2012

Scott hovered mid-water in the tank, rising and sinking slightly with each breath. With no way to keep track of time, he estimated that he had been underwater for at least eight hours. He was starting to feel a little hungry, but he was still far too excited by his predicament to really worry about it. The water in the tank was nice and warm, keeping him comfortable even with only the thin rubber frog suit separating his skin from the water he was submerged in. All of his skin except his cock, that is, which twitched involuntarily in the water as he dwelled on the subject. Scott wondered what the Master had in store for him, and, hearing a muffled sound above him, he realized that he was about to find out.

Looking up, Scott saw a section of the grid that trapped him underwater open as it was lifted up on hinges. Just as suddenly, there was a huge WHOOSH of bubbles as something entered the tank, followed immediately by a second intrusion. The foamy agitation cleared, and Scott saw that he was no longer alone in his liquid prison. Two divers had entered the tank, dressed in attire that was somehow appropriate for the strange setting Scott had found himself in. Scott let his gaze wander over the body of the closest diver, who was now getting his bearings and checking on his partner. Encasing the man's feet were simple, full-foot black rubber fins. Scott let his eyes drift up to the man's cock which, along with his balls, was encased in a tight black rubber cock and ball sheath. Scott looked up past the man's naked, shaved, and nicely muscled chest, finally coming to the diver's head. The diver wore what appeared to be a form-fitting, black latex hood, which gripped his head so firmly that Scott was positive that the head sealed within was shaved. Set into the hood were two black, swim-goggle type lenses. Finally, an air hose snaked out of the area right in front of the muscular stud's mouth, leading away to the surface. The diver exhaled, and the mouth section of the hood pulsed out as bubbles pushed their way out through a small opening in the hood just beside the hose. Aroused by the sight before him, Scott felt his cock start to respond once more as the two identically-clad divers turned and started swimming toward him, their firm, rubberized cocks swinging with each kick of their powerful, naked legs.

Upon reaching Scott, one of the divers swam around behind him, while the other drifted erotically in front of him. Startled, Scott gasped into his regulator as the rubber diver behind him grabbed his arms and pinned them to his sides. Once he was sure that Scott was secure in his partner's grip, the other diver sank slightly and moved into position in front. Scott looked down helplessly at the black hood of the man in front of him, as the diver's hands began to lightly fondle his cock and balls. Slowly, the fondling became a firm, steady stroking. It didn't take long before Scott's cock was once again rock-hard, and ready for more action. Another round of splashing from above pulled Scott out of his erection-induced delirium, and he looked upwards. Something else was now being lowered into the tank, an object that appeared to be a clear, lidless "box", measuring approximately 3' x 7', with a depth of 2'. On the bottom of the inside of the box were four thick, clear silicone straps with buckles, one at each corner. Four cables lowered the box vertically into the tank, making sure that its lone content, a black latex bag, didn't fall out during descent. The box made a slight thud as its lower edge gently hit the floor of the tank. Firmly gripping Scott's cock, the front diver pulled him by his erect member, leading the group over to the new piece of submerged equipment.

The Master's voice finally spoke for the first time during this new adventure. "All right, slaves, move the frog into position. The sooner he's ready, the sooner you'll get relief." Scott felt himself grabbed roughly and quickly, and he realized that his two companions seemed to be moving with quite a bit of urgency. "Sorry if they're a little rough with you, boy", came the Master's voice, "but their air has been shut off, and they won't get any more until you're all settled in." With a start, Scott noticed that no air was escaping from the divers' hoods, and that they both must be holding their breath! The thought made his cock surge almost painfully, as the man holding Scott's arms now lifted them above his head. With the help of the other diver, Scott was eased into the clear box. His arms were pulled over to the upper corners, and his wrists were strapped into the clear silicone cuffs. The diver who had guided Scott now reached down and removed the latex bag from the bottom of the box. As he rummaged around inside, his partner moved in front of Scott, grabbed his legs, and lifted them toward his chest. Once lifted as high as they could go, Scott's legs were held against his chest by the muscled stud. Scott began to breathe more heavily with arousal, as he saw the diver with the bag reach in and pull out a large, black butt-plug. "My own special formula" said the Master, as the slave diver pulled out a small bottle of lube, "designed not to wear off in water." The diver coated the butt-plug thoroughly, then moved toward Scott, the small, exposed hole in Scott's rubber suit marking the location of his asshole. Scott threw his head back and groaned as he felt the large plug slowly part his ass, then slide fully inside. Their task almost completed, the divers pulled Scott's legs down into the lower corners of the box, and strapped them in. Scott moaned in pleasure as he felt the butt-plug solidly packing his ass. Now the "gear" diver retrieved another item from the bag. As he watched, the other diver grabbed Scott's balls and began to pull them down firmly. Scott gasped from the feeling, then allowed himself to adjust to each increase as his scrotum was gradually pulled down further and further. Just when he felt like his balls couldn't be pulled down ANY farther, he felt the gear diver's hands wrapping something around his scrotal sack. Looking down, Scott saw that a clear silicone ball-stretcher was now in place, holding his balls out 3" from his body, and causing his cock to jut straight out! A hiss of air, and both divers inhaled mightily, then exhaled HUGE amounts of bubbles. "Good work, you two" boomed the Master. "He's now ready for the next show. This time, boy, you're going to be more...interactive."

Scott jerked as the box suddenly tilted, then came to rest horizontally, with him face-up inside. The grid at the top of the tank parted, and Scott felt himself being lifted upwards by the cables on the edges of the box. Several seconds later, he could see that he had cleared the tank, yet, since he had come out of it in this box, he was still completely submerged. He now realized that the box was actually just a smaller tank, that he was now strapped to the bottom of! He moved sideways for a moment, then the cables began to lower the tank. As he came down, Scott turned his head to look out the clear side, and was startled to see a group of rubber heads looking at him! Turning his head to the other side, Scott saw more of the same; hoods, gas masks, and the like, surrounding him! With growing apprehension he realized that he was being lowered INTO the crowd that had watched his first performance! He tried to struggle, but to no avail; the straps held him firmly. Once the view outside of the tank was nothing but rubbered crotches, the tank lurched to a stop. Scott had but a second to realize what the Master had meant, then the lustful rubber men were on him.

Without an internal speaker, Scott could barely hear the Master's voice outside in the air. "That's right, my friends, step right up and enjoy the exhibit in my very special touch tank! Feel free to explore whatever you want!" Within moments, Scott felt rubber covered hands gliding over every inch of his body. Some stroked and smoothed his rubber-encased head, while some pinched and rolled his nipples through his rubber suit. Other hands gripped and stroked his cock, while still more pushed the butt-plug more firmly into his ass. Another set of hands busied themselves by rubbing his stretched out balls, while pulling them back and forth. He felt a condom being rolled onto his cock, and he enjoyed the feel of the tight, thin latex, as it slid firmly down his shaft. The hands were then replaced by hot, sucking mouths, one after another, each rubber clad man holding his breath, ducking his head into the tank, and sucking Scott's throbbing rod for as long as he could before surfacing for air. As soon as one mouth would leave, another would immediately swallow his dick again. Scott felt yet another mouth clamp down, his cock hitting the back of the rubber stud's throat. This stud REALLY knew what he was doing, and Scott felt that this guy could suck the cum right out of his body, condom or not! Hands massaging his tits, the butt-plug pulsing in his ass, Scott was unable to hold back any longer. He screamed in ecstasy into the regulator as his cock pumped out load after load, the hot cum surging and filling the head of the rubber. As he came down from his orgasm, the men were still rubbing and stroking his body. While some of them continued milking his spent dick, Scott noticed that the taste of his air was changing...

Scott awoke with a jolt and sat straight up. He looked down at his body in bewilderment. He was naked, and DRY, but most confusing of all, he was in his own bed, in his own room! Groggy from sleep, he decided that it must have all been a dream. That was when he looked over at the clock, and saw it. Sitting right beside the clock, illuminated by his lamp, was an envelope....an envelope that was addressed "Boy", and made out of a familiar green latex...