1.
It all started on
Facebook of all friggin' places. As with
many things on the internet and its myriad of networks; where friends and
friends of friends point out new and exciting things.
It turned up on my
hubby's 'like' notification on my homepage.
What I saw my me drool virtually and I almost made a pool of the goop in
real life had I not remembered to swallow.
What I saw was a
group of what I assume were guys posing for a photograph. They were representing a video game but every
one of them was clad in similar full coverage suit that made them all look
rough, tough and extremely pervy, some kind of Space soldier from a video game
covered in armoured panels and sporting a heavy helmet with tubes sprouting
from the cranium with each guy having a slightly different design and colour
but all clearly borne of the same design DNA.
What followed were
the usual comments about wanting one of the suits or all of them as in my
hubby’s case) with replies to comments about finding them, researching them and
trying them on.
I guess someone was
watching our conversations as later on that day I got a mail from a totally
unknown member called 'MCsuiter'.
Hi James, I noticed
your comments on my photograph and couldn't help but browse your photos too and
I really think we have a common attraction to gear. I'm visiting the UK next month to prepare for
an exhibition within the Games Expo at the Science Museum in London, and as I
specialise in these displays, I thought maybe you could bring along some biker
gear and in return for letting me try of your gear on, I could let you have
your pick of my suits?
-Phil
I replied with a very
positive response and couldn't wait to go into the city to actually go and try
one of these awesome looking suits on.
Over the next few
days I spent most of my time looking for some more of Phil's productions. He
has pictures on forums and websites and seems to represent the game
internationally when it comes to setting up the models and the general
displays.
In the coming few
weeks I can't help but mention my fascination to my hubby Colin who wants to
join me, so I ask Phil if he can come along and he says that 'it would be
incredible to have you both suited up at the same time' and that means we
have a weekend of gear fun is settled upon.
The Friday before the
trip, Colin and I get our gear on and pack a few extra items into our bags
ready for the ride down to London, excited to be going down, minds racing about
the weekend ahead.
Now usually I'm a
sucker for gear AND bondage but nothing of that sort had been mentioned thus
far, and knowing some costumers over time has lead me to not asking about such
things, as Bondage activities tend to be quite harsh to the costumes themselves;
so I wasn’t going to assume, and besides, I'm quite happy to just wear the gear
and do a bit of posing for the camera.
The ride into the
city on the warm summer night was fun as we were both leathered up, me with my
spare T-age suit wrapped up carefully, boots, gloves and some rubber gear in a
bag with the minimal of overnight attire (I like to sleep naked perversely!)
and some toiletries, whilst Colin took the spare helmet and some other bits and
pieces.
We reached our hotel
and got the bikes secured, then headed to our room to unpack. I texted Phil to let him know we were in town
but alas no reply....maybe he's busy with work.
The night in the
hotel was restless due to my excitement and I wondered what the next day would
entail.
Chats with Phil had
given me no clue about the man himself, but my excitement had quelled my
curiosity of him. I do like to get to
know someone well online before meeting them, but Phil had appeared to be a bit
of an enigma, likeable but overall short on details which I put down to the
time delay being on different continents and him being a busy man too. Artistic guys I've noticed tend to be
sporadic in their communication...I know this because I'm the same....the
result of being of the personality type to feel inspired and not regimented so
much, so all things considered my curiosity was dampened by excuses that I
fabricated on my own.
The morning brought a
lovely day, and Colin and I had some breakfast in a local café. Just as we were finishing up, my phone rang:
Phil was calling me...
'Hi Phil' I answered
with.
'Hi James, good to
hear your British accent, I was wondering how regional you'd sound but I can
understand you quite well...hahaha...' Phil responded in his sexy American
drawl.
'We're just finishing
our breakfast up so will be ready to meet once we've picked the necessary bits
up from our Hotel mate' I informed Phil, to which he suggested;
'Well I'm just about
to bring the van from the warehouse, so if you want I can drop by and pick you
guys up, save you getting the 'tube' heheh'
I realised Phil was
trying to impress by using our terminology for the underground train network,
which I think he'd usually call the subway.
'hehe sure Phil,
we'll be about ten minutes and can be ready' I responded.
'Great, James. I'll
pick you and Colin up from the front of the hotel. Look out for a Silver
Transit and I'll see you both shortly' Phil hung up and I gave Colin a wink as
I finished my Coffee.
Five minutes later,
we were back in our room and lugging our bags down the stairs. At reception, the guy behind the counter
feigned not seeing us dragging more bags out than we brought in (our own riding
gear had been packed up too) and we left the hotel and stood at the layby on
the frontage of the grey building.
A few moments later,
a silver grey Transit pulled up and a handsome salt and pepper haired guy
jumped out athletically and ran up to us, engine left running as he looked
Colin in the eyes and went in for a big bear hug without another word.
Colin looked
surprised but reciprocates the hug anyway.
Phil said, as he
comes to hug me too, 'It's great to meet you guys, I've been a, a fan for a few
years now' and blushed at this revelation, which in turn made me blush
too. Colin took the news in his stride,
and just dragged his bag to the back of the van and I followed, unsure of how
to respond to Phil's sudden news.
Both bags were slung
into the back of the van and I caught a glimpse of some wooden crates in the
back, leaving just enough room for our bags to neatly fit in the space left.
Jumping into the
passenger’s side, we strapped in and Phil did the same before setting off to
the Museum.
We arrived, and Phil
showed his passes to security. We drove up the service road getting a view of
the Science museum that very few people get to see.
A large set of
shutters ahead were open and Phil waved to some guys unloading a similar van
with what looked like power cables: maybe sound and lighting equipment from
what I could tell.
Phil manoeuvred the
van carefully past the guys, and in through the shuttered door before reversing
the vehicle up to another set of doors.
'Hey, Phil! You and
your mates sorted for Lunch?' bellowed another American accent.
'Don't worry about us
John, we'll sort ourselves out' Phil shouted back, 'we'll be going into the
creative suite straight away', to which I saw the two men giving knowing
nods....I guessed this meant to leave us alone now.
Colin and I jumped
out to see a half empty unit carpeted with red flooring and huge banners
already pinned up on the walls reflecting the video game graphics that Phil had
apparently worked on previously.
Several large wooden
crates sat along either side of the walls, and in the middle appeared to be a
stage with what appeared to be a fake rock sculpture which I recognised as
being the set for the photo I originally saw on Facebook.
Phil, I realised, is
watching us both take everything in and I smile back at him and his response
was a cute chuckle. I looked over at
Colin who said 'So horny, the suits in those posters are fuckin' hot!' as he
rubbed his clearly visible trouser tent.
'hehehe, well you'll
both be looking like them shortly' Phil intimated to Colin, and gave me a sly
glance.
2.
Phil starts unpacking
his gear and we assist him, chatting as we go. He tells us about the different
suits, the time they took to make and how he'd been working making costumes
like these for the last 12 years: each and every suit getting more detailed and
complex, these being his current favourites.
Phil takes out the
promo shot we saw on Facebook and asks which ones we'd like to try on. I gaze at the pic like it's the love of my
life....the real love of my life gazing at the picture too and turns it more
toward him.
'Is it ok if I try on
the orange one?' Colin asks Phil with excited bright eyes, to which he responds
and says
'It might be a little
large for you Colin, it would suit James more, but you're welcome to try it on.
The grey one would be more your size: I'd like to see you in that at some
point' Phil grins toothily and winks at Colin.
'I'd like to try the
green one, Phil, then we can swap over and try the other ones in a little
while' I suggest.
Phil looks over his
costumes, agrees to this plan and glances at the bags we brought along with us.
'I'll wear the slate
grey one whilst Colin wears the orange one, but I'll have to make a couple of
adjustments first. James, you wear the
green one. They all use the same
undersuit which you'll both enjoy.' Phil grins again and winks at me. 'I made
these suits this year as I felt the spaces between the armoured plates were
letting the look of the whole costume down. These suits are made from a base
layer of latex rubber, but it's very thick and has some bits of shiny foam
latex attached to the parts which can be seen between the armour. Once the
armour is on, it looks like a very hi-tech suit covering you totally not a
single bit of skin is visible, and believe me, it feels incredible. They also have some access panels, hehehe'
Phil finishes as he pulls an undersuit out of a nylon bag and holds it up for
me to take.
At this point I
realise the undersuit is very heavy and is all in one, hiding every single
feature; my cock almost explodes at the thought of wearing this on its
own! My mouth drops open at getting to
wear this suit and I notice Colin, to my side, going in to have a feel of the
material.
'Oh my
god! That is so pervy! hehehe' Colin giggles and looks bright eyed at me
and excited at getting to wear the same.
Phil hands me some
silicone lube and tells me that there is a comfortable changing room through
the door behind me, and to shower with 'this', as he hands me an unmarked
bottle of shower gel before getting into the undersuit.
I take the two
bottles, the suit and grin back at Phil as I turn around and pad toward the
door to get changed.
I take my civvies
off, and get into the shower room which is a tiled wetroom. I place the suit
carefully on the bench in the dry section of the room with the lube to one
side. I stride into the wet half, taking
the anonymous shower gel with me.
I start soaping
myself up and get a good lather going, getting every bit of me covered with
this luxurious foam, working it through my hair and into every crevice, when
the water suddenly stops coming out.
Frantically tugging
on the faucet, trying to get some water to come out of the shower head, I go to
wipe the foam from my eyes when I start to feel my skin tingling and I think
'what the hell?' I wipe some foam from my thigh to find my skin hairless and
baby smooth. The tingling increasing as
time goes on, I go to open the shower room door but find there is no handle,
when I hear behind me the clunking sounds of water coming through pipes and I
decide to return to the wet half of the room before the water stop again.
The water returns,
and I manage to get all the foam off my skin, gradually revealing the body I'm
familiar with but now completely hairless; including my eyebrows!
I look down and see
my cock throbbing at the sensations. I have a little smile to myself and go in
search of any stray hairs.
I decide to have
another round of foamy soap action, giving myself a good going over, getting
right into my ass crack, and giving under my arms and my whole head a thorough
scrubbing with the gel.
I rinse off and feel
squeaky clean with a raging hard-on drooling slime from its single opening.
I notice a pull cord
and look up to see 'drier' labelled above, so I give the cord a yank and warm
air gusts from semi-concealed vents to rid my body of wetness.
I fold my clothes up
neatly, and proceed to examine the rubber undersuit more closely; noticing the
zipper pulls going across the shoulders only, providing a secure fit for the
wearer, considering I'd have to get the hood on by stretching the neckseal over
my head first.
I squirt the lube
into the shoulder opening, down the arms, body, down into the legs and into the
hood too. I zip the suit back up and
fondle it, rubbing my body, now devoid of hair, up against the slick shiny
material; I ensure the lube is well distributed around the suit's interior.
Unzipping the suit I
feel a shudder run up my spine with the excitement of putting this suit on.
Plonking my bare
naked ass down on the bench, I begin sliding my feet down into the suit
together, feeling the cold slippery interior running almost motionless up my
lower torso.
My feet pop into the
form-fitting thick rubber socks/boots with a squelch, which then grasps my
ankles in a secure grip when I wiggle my toes, feeling the lube squelching
between my toes I realise they are separated with internal webs not visible
from the outside yet the soles are soft and spongey like Dunlop Purofort boots,
thick soles cushioning my feet beautifully.
My shock at these
facts cause my cock to react once more and I wonder how many more surprises
Phil has in store.....
I pull the rest of
the suit up my body with ease, the tightness of the suit belying the thickness
as it comes to hug my body and present itself like it's alive.
I thread my paws down
into the arms as easily as I fed my legs in, and my hands pop into the awaiting
rubber gloves which seem to fit my hands perfectly.
I grasp my hands
together, enjoying the sensation of the rubber coating my body, when my chin
inadvertently twangs on the edge of the suit where the hood is hanging...
I grasp the edge of
the suit with both my freshly rubbered hands and stretch the opening carefully
enough to allow me to position my head through the opening.
Once past the hard
zipper edge, I take a deep breath and my head shoots through the tunnel of
rubber that is the neck portion of the suit to find its new home within the
form fitting hood.
My cock straining
inside the thick rubber unable to gain much extra space as the rubber is so
thick and unyielding, so instead it finds a new position more upright than
before and continues to throb of its own accord.
I adjust the eyeholes
of the hood and then ponder how to get the suit zippered up and closed finally,
contemplating how this already incredible feeling suit will feel once I'm fully
sealed inside.
I turn around whilst
gazing in awe at my new encapsulated form to see Colin holding his own suit at
the door with Phil behind him holding his finger to his lips instructing me to
be quiet about the shower gel.
Colin knows exactly
what to do and starts groping my crotch, making my writhe and gyrate.
He grasps the zipper
pull and yanks it closed with a hefty motion and I feel the suit readjust
itself around my shoulders and encapsulates me further, seemingly making the
suit feel as if it is part of me.
Phil motions me to
come out and says 'Okay Colin, it's all yours'. As I turn to look back at
Colin, Phil grabs my arms and leads me away, as the self closing door closes
gently behind me, trapping Colin in the shower room, which he is yet to
realise. I don't think he's going to be
as happy as me at losing his hair and I regret not telling him what was about
to happen.
Phil looks at me and
smiles a reassuring grin that reminds me this is going to be fun...as if the
suit I was in was causing me any doubt!
3.
'Don't worry James,
your hair will grow back, and I have a lotion you can use to ease regrowth of
hair for when you get back home, for both of you of course.' Phil calmly rests
his hand on my shoulder to help comfort me and calm my nerves.
Phil then motions me
to sit on a stool amongst a load of boxes and a tool chest. Delving into a box
on a trolley, he pulls out some extra black foam latex pieces and lines them up
with certain parts of my body; neck, inside of my elbows, back of my knees,
abdomen, and the insides of my thighs, gluing them in place as he goes.
Taking his time, he
ensures the pieces line up with the slightly thinner panels of foam latex that
are already part of the latex undersuit.
'The last few parts
to add on might concern you, but don’t worry, James, they are necessary to help
site the armour pieces properly. First are some lenses to go over your eyes,
and then a gasket around your oral/nasal area.'
I nod and grin in
approval as Phil carefully sets the eyepieces, which I realise are tinted, into
position one by one. As the second one
is fitted, I notice they are different coloured tints to each other. I go to ask Phil why, but he tells me to
'shh', as he brings the oral/nasal gasket up and positions it on my hooded
face.
Once glued in place,
Phil stands back and looks me up and down.
Smiling, he walks off toward the shower room and says that Colin must be
about ready to be zipped up too.
I go to follow him
and he responds 'That's ok, James, you stay there. I'll bring Colin out'
I turn my head to see
Colin appear, rubbing his crotch enthusiastically, completely clad head to toe
in shiny black rubber. I'm overjoyed to
see how the suit has affected him too and to see that familiar body shape
clearly enjoying its encasement.
Phil leads Colin over
to me, and he looks me up and down too, wanting to reach out and grab his
perverted rubber clad husband.
Phil returns to me,
and offers up the first piece of my green suit of armour. He positions the
lower leg pieces onto my suit, lining up perfectly with the undersuit - I can
see why they were designed so specifically.
Each part of the
armoured suit encases my body even further, and like a clamshell, each part
opens on a hinge and clips shut again, appearing to be seamless.
My rubber clad body
is then slowly transformed, limb by limb, and then my torso is then clad in
armour, leaving just my hooded head free of a hard exterior.
Phil hands me some
armoured shorty gloves, which I slip on over the top of the rubber ones,
ensuring my body is now convincingly looking like a space soldier from the
game.
Last piece to cover
me is the helmet, which Phil then reveals it comes in two parts. The front piece is positioned first and lines
up with the gasket to form a respirator within the helmet, and then the rear is
clipped on sealing my head inside.
I tentatively go to
rub my crotch, when Phil grabs my hand and tells me not to get too horny as I
might scratch the paintwork.
I let out a whiney
moan of rampant horniness as my cock under the rubber strains for
attention. The painted codpiece
insulating the soft (and hard) tissue behind it leaves most everything to the
imagination.
Phil then walks me to
the stage, tells me to crouch and hands me one of the prop laser guns from his
'weapons' crate. He directs me on how to
hold it and tells me to maintain the pose.
Phil then returns to
Colin, who's been watching all this time getting excited in his rubbery suit
knowing that what he saw me go through would be happening to him shortly.
Phil then works on
Colin too, coating him in the orange suit that I'll be wearing later on. I watch as I see the rubber clad form of my husband
disappear into the armour, just as he saw me do, and I feel blood rush to my
cock even more if it was possible and I’m certain I'm oozing pre-cum at this
sight of my love being encased, which I then realise is nigh on impossible to
remove by ourselves.
Colin is then lead to
the set where I am, straining to stay in one place all this time. Phil directs me to stand up, assisting and
positioning me and Colin in poses that reflect the game characters poses from
his original promo picture.
Phil then takes a
myriad of photos and then stands right in front of us both with a remote
control device.
'You'll both like
this!' Phil states as he pushes a button. As air is fed directly into the
undersuits, cooling our bodies all over, and I feel the sensations running up
and down my spine, down my arms, legs and over the top of my smooth head, I
almost feel as though the rubber is contracting more onto me as it cools.
'We're going for a promo
walk now guys, I forgot to mention I am kidnapping you both to help sell the
game in the local Game store.' Phil grins and motions for us to both follow
him.
We are then lead out
of the unit and into the loading bay where Phil’s two colleagues are still
working on the lighting and sound equipment,
'Are we ok to move in
and do our install now, Phil?' John enquires
'Yup, we'll be back
in about three hours, so don't worry I'll lock up tonight' Phil replies 'follow
me, guys. You'll just be standing in the store for most of that time, but you
mustn’t say a thing whilst there, stay in character and I assure you once we
get back here, I'll be the one treating you as a thank you for good work.
Remember, no groping or pervy stuff! hehehe' Phil finishes and walks toward a
door which is framed in light leading to the outside world.
Phil opens the door
and walks out into the sun, seemingly drenching him in light. It's only now I
realise that it's still daytime: it feels like we've been suiting up for hours
already.
I then hear a crackle
in my ear, and Phil tells me to walk slowly and with heavy purposeful steps,
looking around as if there are enemy snipers around. I begin to get into character as I head
toward the doorway.
I start my acting
career as I'd always hoped, fully clad and anonymous. I reach the doorway and
timidly look out and see a few people in the alleyway who happen to look over
and smile, seeing me in character.
I continue to walk
out and can feel Colin’s presence behind me as we walk along the public street,
being gawped at in our armoured suits.
The walk to the Game
shop gets gradually busier with more people looking, kids running up but being
stopped by Phil who chaperones us along, continually keeping us moving through
what now appears to be crowds gathering around us. Hundreds of eyes now looking us up and down,
examining the suits, not possibly knowing the truth underneath, the perverts
contained within, the throbbing cocks straining for attention.
I hear some passers
by calling us Storm Troopers, Space Troopers, Space men, Bikers (lol), and even
some funny guys quoting Pulp fiction 'bring out the Gimps' I almost cream
myself at that point.
We eventually make it
to the game store, where a line of young (and not so young) guys and some girls
had gathered to purchase the game itself, now being treated to seeing the main
characters walking past them and to the head of the queue.
Entering the shop,
Phil directs us into position, and we stand there either side of a specially
set up set piece, where over the next two hours hundreds of people have their
pictures taken with us and a multitude of people purchasing the game all want
to get a closer look at us.
Every now and again,
I feel Phil fiddling with my helmet I’m trapped wearing, and he says that I
need to drink and that there is a straw inside the mask that I should suck
on. A cool refreshing liquid sweet in
taste is greedily slurped up and I feel content and refreshed.
Closing time for the
shopcame, and we get led back along the route we took earlier on, only this
time there seem to be even more crowds, only this time they are slightly
inebriated and more willing to ask us questions and to poke fun at our outfits
which only serves to make me even more horny knowing how anonymous I am and
protected I feel, invincible!
We reach the Museum
finally and I start to feel a sense of relief of being allowed out of what now
feels like a cumbersome outfit.
We reach the unit
from another entrance this time and Phil motions for us to both sit and
relax. More nutrient drinks are given to
us both and Phil asks 'Are you ready for round two?'
4.
I look to Colin and
see his helmeted head nod enthusiastically.
I contemplate it and realise I no longer feel so cumbersome, that
nutrient drink is amazing.
I nod to Phil too,
and he leads us both to the area where we were geared up in our armour earlier.
Phil expertly unclips
the clamshell armour and packs them away carefully in their respective boxes
piece by piece.
'James, I decided you
should wear this Black suit next not the orange one' and pulls out the chest
piece, covered in silver marks like battle scars with dents and scratches
designed to give the impression of a hard fought battle in the armour. Well used and actually turning me on
immensely.
'It's my latest
creation and is based on the 'Tank' character from the game' Phil continues, so
I tell him I don't need any more convincing.
Colin and I both
stand there, still suited up in full rubber, whilst Phil gets me geared up
first.
Again the armour is
positioned, only this time it seems to be much stronger and heavier than
before, this time requiring tiny screws to keep it closed around my body parts
for some reason. I don’t feel the need
to question Phil’s production techniques but I must admit being screwed into
this suit is turning me on even more!
Phil gradually
encases my legs and feet in the gorgeous looking armour plates, then my arms
and hands too. The gloves this time are
fully enclosing hard pieces with a spongy or rubbery interior which feels
amazingly sexy but completely devoid of sensation.
Phil continues to
clad my body in the new body panels, again much larger than before so I feel
more enclosed this time, the shoulder plates coming up giving me the look of an
extremely well built guy but feeling so confined in the form fitting armour at
the same time. It just feels bulky and
secure kind of like some American football pads I’ve worn before, but even more
padded and less flexible but certainly heavier.
Phil asks me to lean
forward so he can fit the helmet, and as he does so he tells me he's modified
this helmet especially for me.
I look into the dimly
lit front of the helmet to see a device which looks like a gumshield and some
nostril tubes! As the front of the
helmet is moved closer, I also see the gumshield has upper and lower parts and
a tube in the centre too.
I wriggle my face
into the form fitting shell and gobble the gumshield up, seating my teeth into
their new homes. The nostril tubes find their way past the hood nose holes and
into my awaiting nostrils inside. I hear
a hiss as I breathe and feel the resistance of a gasmask seal and valve
processing my air.
The rear part of the
helmet shell is then positioned over the back of my head and the screws
fastened tightly to trap me completely in the suit with a satisfying finality.
Phil looks through
the iridium visor of my helmet and asks how I'm feeling? All I can do is give a growl of approval and
thumbs up in the bulky hardshell gloves encasing my hands.
Phil then attends to
Colin, and I watch this time as he treats him to exactly the same processes and
I see just how amazingly horny these suits are, only this time in slightly
shorter, grey paintwork.
I then see Phil turn
to me again and notice that Colin doesn't have a hardshell codpiece fitted and
I remember Phil did nothing to my groin area either.
'Remember I said I'd
treat you both for a good day's work? Well here's your treat' and he opens up
his play box containing several pieces of medical equipment.
My eyes widen as I
recognise some of the bits he has in the top of his box.
Phil walks up to me
and looks into my visor and asks 'I know you want this pup' then grabs the
front of my helmet and pumps a hidden bulb to inflate a bladder hidden in the
gumshields, quickly filling my mouth and pushing my cheeks against the insides
of the heavy rubber hood, further held in place by the padding of the strong
shell of my helmet.
He then fiddles with
the helmet further and I feel the nostril tubes reach further into my nasal
cavity, making my eyes water. I can
smell poppers coming through the tubes, and I relax, feeling incredibly horny,
my heart pounding in my ears and my blood rushing to fill my cock, my fears
residing and the pervy pleasure of being held inside layers of gear encasing me
totally, trapped, unable to escape and compressed from almost every single
angle, well just need some sexual attention and I’ll be a happy contented pup,
safe to return home tomorrow satisfied.
Phil then wheels out
a weird looking metal contraption that looks a little like a cross between a
wheeled clothes rail and a pilliory or set of stocks, but the holes seem too
large for a human.
Well not a normally
clad human anyway. Made up of several
foam padded bars hinged at one end, Phil unlatches and opens the top bar,
leaving the lower bar ready to receive a victim.
Phil then stands in
front of me and points his remote control at me and suddenly I can see
myself. I hadn't really given much
thought to him being a wearer of glasses howver he must have a hidden camera in
the rims wirelessly connected up to a display inside my helmet. All I can see is the view he's got of me, and
hot damn what a sight I make!
Phil leads me over
and tells me to spread my legs and kicks the inside of my feet forcing me to
spread my legs uncomfortably apart.
He then directs me to
tilt forward at my waist, which forces my upper body to almost lie on top of
the padded bar. He guides me forward and
pushes down to locate the top of the chest armour into the specially designed
slots which then hold my upper body solidly.
The top bar is then
brought down and is located in the back half of the armour, covering my back
and shoulders and, once the open end of the bar is positioned and locked down,
it feels like it compresses my body further.
A second set of
smaller padded bars are used to hold my arms forward and yet another set are
brought around my lower legs and knees to hold me in the prone position....now
I know that leaving my crotch area without armour plate was for a good reason.
5.
Phil walks around me,
surveying the sight before him and begins to unzip the rubber suit in order to
reveal my pink flesh beneath. The suit
being so thick requires a special design for the crotch area, with a zip
encircling the parts to be given attention plus a little more to allow good
access to my most sensitive parts.
The panel is then
peeled away, revealing how sticky the inside of the suit was beginning to
get. My skin sticking and stretching
almost like the rubber is glued in place.
After donning a set
of rubber gloves Phil then begins to smear cool silky lube around my arsehole.
He takes a buttplug with a tube coming out of both ends and a handpump to
inflate it, lubes it up, and places it on the trolley next to him.
He then smears lube
over his hands and lifts a finger up to my awaiting sphincter and begins to
push his finger in. I feel overloaded at
this feeling as I can feel what he's doing it as he's doing it all whilst
seeing it from his point of view.
I see him squirting
lube above my arsehole, letting it dribble down and lube his other fingers as
he then inserts a second finger, then a third slowly, working my arse muscles
all the while I see him working on this almost unrecognisable form but I have
no doubt it's me in there.
I see him go for a
fourth finger and a thumb goes to go in too as I clench up in response, Phil
reaches for his remote and I detect a large dose of poppers entering my
respiratory system and I detect a slight whirring sound then a click.
Phil looks up to get
a view across my back and I can just about see an armoured panel going up and
down....could it be an airspace built into the suit? A rebreather system? Oh crap I'm trapped in a breath control suit
and I can't escape!
His hand slips into
my arse and I see his hand has gone into me fully, I can't believe I'm being
fisted, I didn't agree to this! He then
grabs the buttplug and defty inserts it right after withdrawing his hand and it
goes in without resistance.
He immediately pumps
the retaining balloon and I feel it filling my anal cavity completely,
stretching my insides to their limit.
I see Phil detach the
hand pump and screw an airtight valve onto the plug before he then stands up,
leaving me squirming in the pleasure/pain sensations of having my arse muscles
stretched to their limit.
My ass muscles
throbbing, and cock now dripping, clearly he's doing something right.
Phil gets to the sink
and removes his gloves, scrubs up and swaps for some more clean rubber
gloves. He walks back to a trapped Space
soldier, takes some sterile lube in a syringe and proceeds to inject it down my
Urethra, which makes me squeal into my gag but little noise is made.
Next he takes a long
piece of tubing I recognise as being a catheter and starts feeding it into my
cock. I can see and feel it travelling
into me slowly, and eventually pressing against my prostate gland. Phil waits a few moments for the pressure to
release and the cath' slides into me fully and I feel like I want to piss soo
badly.
Phil then completes
the catheter installation, fixing it in place by filling the internal balloon
with saline, wipes up and fits a sterile black rubber sheath over the whole
lot, including my balls.
Phil then wraps a
2" ball weight around my rubber encased ballsack and then another steel
ring around the outside of my cockhead, compressing my cock and balls, I’m
certain I can feel pinching inside both rings of steel.
Suddenly my vision
goes black and all I can feel is Phil tugging and fiddling with my rear end, I
can only think that his devious plan is some kind of surprise for me. I feel the rubber panel being fitted once
more and after some tugging around I'm fully sealed in again but my cock feels
like it's pointing downward! Nooo! I can't cope with that! Fucking
Bastard! I’ll never be able to cum with
my cock pointing in that direction!!
My vision comes back
on again and there for sure is my rubber clad arse again, but this time showing
no pink flesh, as I thought as Phil holds up the crotch panels and fits them
over my rubber clad groin, then fixes them in place with the little screws that
seals the armour and therefore the suit and everything contained within onto
(and into) my body. I'm totally at his
mercy now, I had no idea just trying on this suit would entail such perverted
internal plumbing!
Phil then switches my
sight back to my own vision, releases me from the stocks, and then leads me
over to the stage in the middle of the room once more. He passes me a much
larger laser gun and positions me on the pedestal, moving me around like a
mannequin, lifting my elbows, raising my chin, turning my head, moving my
fingers to grab the trigger, realigning my feet to give a more secure stance,
spreading my legs more and then finally standing in front of me with that big
grin.....the grin that says he REALLY enjoys his job.
He grabs the remote
control once more and I just assume he's going to switch my vision off but
no. He pushes a button and nothing
happens. Or at least I think nothing has
happened.
I see him lift the
remote to his mouth and speak into it, as his voice crackles into my ears.
'Try moving James' he
suggests
I try to move my arms,
shoulders, I can feel a little movement within the suit but the suit itself is
solid, I'm motionless to the outside world.
'I can see a tiny bit
of movement, but that is only because I know where to look. I can divert your air at the touch of a button,
a failsafe will ensure you won't suffocate, and a neat feature allows the air
you exhale to pump up certain individual bladders within the suit.' Phil informs me as he pushes a button, and
true to his word, I feel my chest being compressed by a bladder inside the
chest armour, and then the same on the back after a few more breaths, then my
legs, my arms, then my head and finally my buttplug.
'Enjoying that aren't
you?' Phil said with the biggest grin yet.
'Almost finished...I
have programmed your air to be tained with a variety of stimulants such as
poppers and Nitrous Oxide to be given to you at intervals that co-incide with
either electro, vibration, enema and bladder irrigation or any combination of
the above plus a nutrient feed which will be fed to you through the tube in
your gag.' Phil continues.
'You will be fed the
piss that is collected from you too, and you WILL endure this for the duration
of the exhibit, which is quite short..... five days. At least that will allow the glue I used
instead of lube to wear off. So you see,
even if you wanted out of that rubber suit, you couldn’t get out if you tried.
It's stuck fast to your body by now, it was touch and go with your crotch panel
I almost thought it had set but we were lucky this time, glad I added more
before zipping you back up, give it a few more hours and you’ll be very well
secured down there. I will allow you
some periods to stretch but you won't be getting out of that suit for a while
now.
'Oh, and If you're
wondering about Colin, he's enjoying a little video I put together, totally
aware of what I've done to you, he's been watching your transformation. You see, we know it's your fantasy to be held
like this and I've made it possible with Colin's help. He isn't actually glued into his suit, we
only made you think that. He hasn't lost
any of his hair either, but he will enjoy seeing you used as an exhibit, being
seen by thousands of people not realising the constant state of hornyness you'll
be in! hehehe' Phil says as he starts walking away pushing the button to begin
the program.
Phil walks back up to
me. All he can hear is a soft groan and he smiles. Colin appears in my line of sight and waves
his cute little wave at me and blows a kiss and smiles sweetly. Both he and
Phil leave for a meal and to get a good night’s rest.
6.
The electro in my ass
begins to jolt me and the catheter in my cock vibrates to the same tune as I
feel my balls being tugged and my air slowly being shut off. Electro shocks getting stronger and stronger
with no air I want to scream but can't due to the gag. All I can think of is 'how did I get myself
into this situation?' and then just before I'm about to panic, the pressure on
my mask releases and I get a lungful of poppers heavy air and I almost choke,
but the poppers take effect quickly and calm me down, only to feel the electro
go up another level or two - harder and faster, deeper, all I can think of is
how I’m trapped, unable to escape, kept on the edge of hornyness and can do
nothing about it.
The program continues
all night long, not allowing a moment of peace: the continuing torment of
electro and poppers with breath control and total loss of control over my
bowels, breathing and hornyness.
I can't cum as my
cock is, I assume, locked in chastity too, but allowed to throb and swell
inside its prison, but pointed down uncomfortably. I’m allowed brief rest breaks when I feel
liquid entering my mouth, which I swallow as best I can, only to find it’s warm
and salty every other time, or sweet and kinda sickly on the other times.
After several cycles
of electro and flushing I realise that Colin is stood in front of me again but
now wearing biker gear but minus his usual helmet.
'Ok pup, you've had a
hard night but I'm sure you've enjoyed it, time for sleep now, we'll wake you
up in a few hours, love you babe' and with that Colin kisses his gloved hand
and touches my visor.
My visor goes black
and I can only think of how I won’t be able to sleep in this position, only to
then find my hearing is becoming echoed and the familiar sweet smell of nitrous
being introduced to my air soon has me unconscious until the sleeping pills
that were mixed into my piss earlier take effect.
Several hours later,
I'm awoken by the gentle vibrations in my arsehole again and slowly my vision
is restored to see the view from a camera getting an overall view of the unit
with me plus Colin and Phil working on getting the other mannequins dressed in
the other outfits from the game.
Two mannequins had
already been placed either side of me as John and Rick are placing the lighting
and sound displays around me they are finishing the display. Several other guys I don't know are setting
up consoles around the edge of the unit, and a few other people are setting up
food and drinks for guests. More posters
and boards are being erected, and walls moved all while I stand there in the
middle of the set, motionless amidst the flurry of the exhibit the day before
the first opening.
A few hours later
most of the staff have gone home, leaving just Colin and Phil to finish up.
'Okay James, this is
your first opportunity to stretch so make the most of it, considering the
equipiment used on you and in you, plus everything around you, plus all the
effort all the poeple you've watched working today I hope you don't ruin it for
yourself, just remember that even if you wanted to you couldn't escape that
suit.' Phil tells me in a stern voice,
and holds up the remote before pushing a button which releases the clamps
holding the suit in position.
I almost fall over,
realising the weight of the suit again as it has now been over 24 hours since I
have had to support myself and the armour cladding my entire body rather than
it holding me firmly in place.
It feels good to
move. All I want to do is stretch in every direction, but Phil quickly guides
me off the pedestal and to an open area of the unit. He removes the pack on my
back, replacing it with another one, filled with fresh nutrients and I'm
assuming nitrous and poppers too.
I get fed some more
nutrient drink and allowed to lay down for a while, free to move and wander
about with some guidance.
After half an hour of
not standing still, Phil's voice crackles into my ears and I am told to return
to my position. I duly oblige as I feel
good enough to do another 24 hours now, I feel well cared for at this stage and
really can't wait to shoot my load at the end....I hope.
7.
My vision goes black
once more and I detect the nitrous once more and I drift off, dreaming about
being on an alien world, anal probes and bursts of light.
I recognise my alarm
call once again as my vision returns. I see people I don't recognise staring at
me and taking pictures. I realise the
exhibit is open and my realisation is that this is the first day, yet Phil said
it was open for....another five days!!
That's a whole week I'll be in this thing, a week of constant arousal,
my balls are going to explode!
The day continues,
hundreds of faces staring at me, some drooling over the exhibit, some taking
pictures, videos, and some even drawing pictures. One guy even sets an easel up
and does an oil painting of the group. I can feel every single eye looking at
me, keeping me horny as they don’t know what is in front of them.
Surely some of them
must know? Some of them must have a
twisted enough of an imagination to know I am trapped in this suit? All pointless questions because all I can do
is look at them, though none will be able to see me peering out even shining
lights into my visor would reveal no persons within.
There are some really
cute guys coming to this exhibit; the games expo in the other section of the
Museum encourages other guys in gear to wander in too, some of them have suits
which look very similar and they pose with me and my motionless buddies.
The group in the
imitation armour approach security, who then attract Phil who's off working to
one side and after some talking and looking over at the display I’m part of
they get their wish to stand behind the velvet ropes and have their pictures
taken. Little do they know how Phil’s
really looking at them.
Later on in the day
once the exhibit has closed, a curtain is drawn over the front of the exhibit
and Phil allows me to have a break once again, swapping out my pack again and
feeding me some nutrients.
My days repeat over
and over again with the only difference being the faces blurring into generic
‘cute’ ‘ugly’ ‘female’ ‘child’ or ‘old’.
Getting used to the same routine, the pattern of electro, poppers, anal
and bladder flushes, tube feeding and breath control keeping me on the verge of
an orgasmic chasm I’m desperate to just fall into like an abyss of comforting
pleasure only my mind in this state could wish for.
On the morning of
what I assume is the Friday, I’m allowed to move amongst the crowd and pose
with people on the condition that my hands are locked onto the gun.
All day people in the
exhibit are asking me 'aren't you hot in that suit?' to which Phil replies on
my behalf through a speaker in his sexy American accent 'yeah, sure but I've
been sealed in this suit and can't get out' or 'no I wear this all day and it's
like my second skin' to which most people grin or look awkwardly at me.
I enjoy the final day
as it’s was a break from the electro and the constant barrage of poppers and
piss recycling.
I still have all the
tubes inserted and once the exhibit closes, I’m hoping for release.
8.
Phil hits the freeze
button once the doors closed, and then tells me ‘I’ve got some gearhead mates
to come and visit us and are bringing their friends to meet me and also you and
Colin. Your ordeal is far from over and
you will finally get to cum provided you are a successful exhibit for my fetish
party too!’
I’m then unfrozen and
led back to my position on the stage, repositioned and refrozen and my visor
blacked out once more.
This time though I’m
not afforded the luxury of being knocked out.
I can hear crowds of men gathering and laughing and some wuffing and
screams of guys in pain later on. Hours
seem to pass with me being deprived of my sight and I wonder if the nitrous
supply has malfunctioned.
After a few hours I
can detect bodies close to me and my vision is returned to me. My view is filled with rows and rows of fully
clad rubber, leather and gear-pervs of all sorts filling the room in front of
me.
All are facing me and
seem to be expecting some sort of show.
Some guys seem to be
looking past me, whilst others are visibly drooling and staring at all the
mannequins on the set.
At this point, my
viewpoint changes to what I now find out is being shown to the whole group on a
projector screen behind me....my whole adventure on film capturing every
important detail of my transformation all shown behind me on a large projected
screen whilst I stand front and centre like the pride of the fleet. Then an overall view of the room is shown to
me as it stands that night with the Space armoured guys including me standing
in the middle.
The screen fades to
black once more, and I assume I’m being blinded again when some graphics come
onto the screen.
YOU DECIDE HIS FATE
NOW, NO MATTER WHAT; JAMES WILL SPEND ANOTHER 24 HOURS ENCASED IN HIS SUIT.
VOTES COUNT AND YOU
GET TO DECIDE HOW HE SPENDS HIS LAST DAY
AS YOU ALL KNOW HE
CAN'T SPEAK, BUT HE IS WATCHING A VERSION OF THIS SCREEN SO WILL KNOW WHAT WILL
HAPPEN. BUT FOR YOUR BENEFIT HIS HEART
RATE WILL BE SHOWN ALONGSIDE, AS EACH OPTION IS REVEALED IN REAL TIME.
YOUR CHOICES ARE;
PRESS A FOR
THE POPPERS, BREATH CONTROL AND CUM CONTROL PROGRAM
My heart rate peaks
at 70bpm signifing some mild attraction to the idea but I've already been
denied orgasm for almost a week, so keeping calm so that isn't chosen is a good
idea.
PRESS B FOR
THE FLUSHING, VIBRATION, AND ELECTRO MILKING PROGRAM
My heart rate rising
to 86bpm now simply because I'm desperate to cum, haven’t had any electro for a
day now so that will feel different again and hopfully enough to make me
explode.
PRESS C FOR 12
HOURS OF THE FLUSHING, VIBRATION AND CUM CONTROL PROGRAM, THEN 6 HOURS OF THE
MILKING USING ELECTRO, POPPERS, NITROUS AND BREATH CONTROL PROGRAM
This sounds good to
me! Heart rate 92bpm
PRESS D FOR
ALL OF THE ABOVE TOPPED OFF WITH A PIERCING TO REMIND HIM OF THE EXPERIENCE OR
A PERVY LIFETIME
Heart rate going to
over 110bpm and rapid breathing now, I want that so badly but have no choice,
they will know I want it and god help me if they all vote for it.
MAKE YOU CHOICE........NOW
Lots of flashing
graphics on the screen go all over the screen, the computer collecting and
collating the results making my eyes hurt, but with no escape from the visuals
means I have to watch.
THE RESULTS ARE IN
AND IT'S ALMOST UNANIMOUS
THE RESULT IN REVERSE
ORDER IS...
IN LAST PLACE IS
OPTION A WHICH SCORED NO VOTES
THIRD PLACE IS OPTION
B WHICH SCORED 13 VOTES
SECOND PLACE IS...
OPTION C WICH MEANS
THE MAN TRAPPED IN THE SUIT ON THAT STAGE IS GETTING A RINGED AFTER BEING CUM
CONTROLLED FOR 12 HOURS AND THEN MILKED FOR A FURTHER 12 HOURS.
With the news comes a
huge cheer from the crowd. As my vision is blacked out, I'm fed my own piss and
set on the program. My cock is released
from its prison and allowed to finally stand upright for a change.
No relief yet though,
as nothing touches my cock and I'm kept on an even keel, never allowed to reach
climax, the heart rate monitors keeping that orgasm bubbling away.
12 hours of this I'm
going to go fucking stir crazy!! The
vibration in my ass and down my cock making me feel every millimetre of the
catheter, the buttplug shrinks and expands and then more cum control I get no
rest this time, I feel like every atom of me is being fucked, including the
parts that only exist as electrons and thoughts, mindfucked, buttfucked, cock
internally fucked, body fucked, totally controlled and denied orgasm.
After what must have
been hours of torment my vision is returned and I see the party is still going
on but most have started relaxing, god knows how many hours I've been kept like
this now and I feel totally drained. I
want to cum more badly then I have ever felt my entire life. If I could do anything to shoot my load right
now I would, but I'm trapped and unable to move or even make a choice.
I suddenly feel a
different kind of vibration in my arse and down my cock, my first 12 hours are
up! I'm gonna fucking cum!! YEAH! FUCK
FUCK FUCK
Suddenly I feel
revitalised by this torturous signal, unable to control my urges being
controlled so efficiently, the whole group are gathering again for my first
shot of the new evening.
The program resets
and begins slowly, my breathing constricted, allowing very little air into my
lungs. Then no air at all as the electro begins its cycle once more: the last
cycle not being enough to get me to cum but enough to signal to me that the
next stage has started.
I suddenly feel the
weight of the armour on my arms and I can move, but still no air.
Air then re enters my
system again, filled heavily with poppers and then Colin's voice appears in my
head 'Lift your arms up and out pup, you know you want to be spread eagled for
the rest of your time' so I lift my arms, gun overhead, hands still locked in
position, and spread my legs and then I feel my body lock rigid.
The electro goes up a
notch as I begin to feel dizzy from all the poppers. Nitrous is introduced and the electro is
knocked up another level, then another and I'm screaming in my head for release
when my air is stopped once more, I start to feel dizzy but I know I can't fall
over, trapped, compressed by rubber over every single inch of my body, a huge
plug growing in my ass to enormous proportions whilst zapping my arse with
electricity higher than any level I've managed before, high on poppers and
nitrous, catheterised cock, balls being tugged and now NO AIR I CANNN’T OH FUCK
OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH OH MY FUCKING HELL ARGHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCKKK!
I see stars flutter in my sight and I feel like my whole being has exploded in
a fury of light and pleasurable energy.
As I regain air into
my lungs, I can hear the crowd’s cheers dying down, I must have passed out as I
was orgasming, shooting hot jets of spunk into my sheath, enough to squirt some
out of the hole the catheter travels through.
I feel the electro
begin again softly and the cycle begins yet again, this truly is a fucking
milking! Relentless and unable to stop
it, can’t complain, can’t change the outcome, can’t make a choice for myself,
forced to cum again and again.
The cycle continues
relentlessly again and again, and I end up shooting my load every hour for the
next 12 hours, I feel every single pulse of the electro, each time getting
stronger and harder to resist, and with every moment I'm totally enslaved to
this suit, its controller and the audience who grow thinner over time.
I relax after my
twelfth orgasm and begin to float off as exhausted into a state of peace and I
realise it's all over, my enforced endurance of full rubber, plugged, gagged,
plumbed up, zapped, breath controlled and gassed in varying combinations in
conjunction with some exhibitionism and some ultimate fantasies....at which
point I feel a shiver run down my spine.
Ultimate fantasies I
remember that one last thing.....the piercing, my memento of the whole thing.
9.
My vision flips to
the view of me from ground level amongst the crowd. Someone is wearing the
glasses and is going to give me a good view.
I see hands going
into surgical latex gloves, I see the tattooed arms they belong to on the body
approaching me standing like I'm mid big hug/star-jump, tubed up black rubber
cock poking out for anyone to abuse freely, balls encircled by shiny steel
rings dangling below and several wires and more tubes sprouting from my groin
area.
The rubber sheath is
pulled unceremoniously from my cock which allows the cum I’ve shot out of my
loaded balls for the last 12 hours to splat of the floor beneath my motionless
feet.
The glasses wearer
looks up at me and the screen behind me has my heart rate visible again on the
projector screen.
He takes an empty
syringe and empties the saline filled balloon in my bladder to release the
catheter.
The sensitivity of my
cock is greater than it ever has been at this stage of catheterisation, and I
notice how swollen and red, purple and veiny my cock looks, still thobbing and
horny. I can't believe I've still got a hard-on.
The catheter starts
being pulled out slowly, much slower than I want. I just want the thing out of
me, but it's being removed slowly, the guy who's hands I can see doing it are
going slow on purpose knowing that I'm in a place of submission that I just
have to take the punishment he's dealing out.
Finally the end of
the catheter appears and it is followed by a little dribble of piss and cum.
I'm left for a little
while whilst the man I'm viewing with tidies up, after scrubbing his hands he
pulls on some clean gloves and prepares the needles and rings for my cock.
Hang on....there's
TWO rings the same size on that little tray.
The man looks up to
see my heart rate has jumped up again at the realisation of what is about to
happen and wheels the trolley over to me.
Expertly, he swabs my
still rigid cock and inserts the receiving tube.
The piercing needle
is picked up and with that my heart rate jumps again as my vision goes to
black.
I then feel the
needle going through the skin, a sharp and intense pain going right through the
tip of my most sensitive organ.
My vision returns
again and I see my still throbbing but slightly bloody cock with a needle in
it.
The ring then gets
threaded onto the end of the needle and is then pulled through the opening
which I'm allowed to see happening in real time and boy do I REALLY feel it
this time, the pain sending me over the edge I see stars and the result being
my cock shooting a dribble of cum out as the ring is fully closed up.
The cum is then wiped
away and another receiving tube picked up, inserted into my urethra and the
needle pushed through on the other side of my banjo string. Again that intense pain as the metal of the
needle seems to brush against every single one of my most sensitive of nerves
in the end of my penis.
Another ring is
threaded onto the needle and yet again I shoot my load over the piercer’s
gloved hands covering them with spunk!
Never have I cum so many times in one day, let alone twice in the space
of a minute!
Antiseptic wipes wipe
away the excess blood and I feel it sting all over again.
The guy looks me up
and down and lingers on my newly ringed cock, to which I respond with a few
purposeful throbs, which is all I can say to the man as a thank you.
The night draws to a
close as I'm left to endure the new rings in my cock, kept in my suit but
allowed to move; kept from touching my cock because my hands are still locked
to the Laser gun.
As the final guests
leave, Phil and Colin look at each other, smile then turn to me.
'See you in the
morning pup' as Colin pushes the freeze button, I'm forced to endure the pain
in my cock, the plug still up my arse, the rubber covering almost every single
inch of my body still compressing and keeping me from moving all except my
newly ringed cock free to breathe fresh air and hang there lonely whilst the
rest of my body endures the bondage.
Trapped in this suit
for another night, I detect the faint aroma of nitrous once more and as the
echoing in my ears rings me to sleep I feel some joy that the gas is taking
some of my pain too.
I awake for a change
not by the electro plug in my arse, or the jolt of pain in my cock, or the
constricting confinement of the suit, but the sunlight coming through the hotel
window and the warm breeze on my naked chest.
I was taken out of
the suit whilst unconscious and allowed to sleep naturally, my cock wrapped in
gauze I was left to sleep and recuperate....sadly I lost a day recovering from
my week in that suit, but I have vivid memories from that time in my
head....and of course all the pictures that will appear online not just from
perverts at the Friday/Saturday party, but Game expo goers and general public
lucky enough to have a picture taken with me the previous weekend......and then
there was the video, which for the majority the time my face wasn't seen so I
allowed it to be edited and released.
My hubby comes into
the room and sees I'm awake and kneels beside me and kisses me gently for the
first time on the lips in over a week.
The love I have for him, making this come true is beyond reproach, I
feel so lucky to have experienced that.
I will miss that suit
though.
