You’re dressed in a drysuit, hood, mask and air tank. Straight jacket over your arms and your feet shackled. While you’re getting acclimated to the gear, you notice the low air alarm starts buzzing on the tank. Fuck, you thought you’d have more air.
Now I have a straightjacketed twunk with an air pack and mask strapped to his face. What ever shall I do to help him?
The first guy was a junior naval officer and he could hold is breath for two minutes. Had a swimmer’s build. But when I started jerking him off and stimulating his prostate his breath holding time dropped dramatically.
You’re clearly not as well-trained sailor like he was. I remove the regulator on your mask. You can breathe again. The tank is not empty. It’s actually quite full. Turns out I just turned off the first stage regulator and which simulated being out of air.
This means you’ll be subjected to this torment four more times tonight. I can recreate the panic sequence at any time. And while you’ll know you have air coming, you know I’ll let it stay off a little longer each time. Meaning each training exercise (which is what I’m calling this) will go longer. You’ll need to find a way to bring yourself to the 2 minute breath hold mark like your fellow sailor. Punishment for noncompliance is spanking and a finger or three up your ass.
I slap you around and remind you that your cock will he unlocked under only one circumstance: while my dick is up your ass.
And that you’re a little rubber bitch who is going to moan nonstop. Your brain is trying to process all that is going on and feeling too many things at once.
And your brain starts to focus on one thing … cumming. Your sack producing jizz that’s just waiting for release. Your muscles push against the cock cage … it’s becoming quite painful.
And with my dick up your ass while you’re breathing off a used undershirt worn by a navy submarine firefighter during a submarine kitchen fire (nothing dangerous, just a lot of burnt food, not carcinogens. The shirt is still wet with his sweat mixed with some underarm deodorant.
Your body begins to twitch inside the Viking drysuit…the horny part of your brain taking over your body.
You just now noticed I unlocked your dick and am stroking it.
…Thru the dick hole in the drysuit …
The extra tugging is enough to take you over the edge. I put my lips over the mushroom head of your cock and suck hard.
You start cumming and my mouth is about 1/3 full of your jizz. It’s got a bit of a sweet taste, you chose wisely with pineapple. I move off your dick and bring my mouth to yours and start making out, grunting and moaning.
I close the dick port on the drysuit… we continue making out and you drink some of your own cum. It’s the first time you’ve tasted your own jizz and you like it.
We both swallow. And then go back to making out.
Down inside your suit, you’re quickly becoming aroused again.
You realize you’re just about to do something you’ve only ever fantasized about: you are about to cum in a drysuit.
You lay there for the next 30 mins or so, catching your breath, moaning with pleasure, and cumming five more times along the way.
You look up to see a new sailor standing above you in his blueberries… the US Navy’s blue digital camo uniform.
He’s a clean cut twink who’s a mid level officer on this submarine. He’s an ex-frat guy who joined as an officer after college. He’s 25, blond hair, green eyes and an average build- muscled but not anything crazy. You recognize his face and build from the picture of the kinky guy I sent earlier with the air tank on.
He’s the twink who’s about to don the drysuit you’re wearing now. And everything I just did to you - you’re going to to do to him.
We make out one more time and I give you some more of your semen to swallow. I release you from the handcuffs and straight jacket and help you out of the drysuit full of splooge. You put on some compression gear - an Underarmor shirt and shorts. The officer strips down, takes one whiff of the drysuit and smiles. We put him in the splooge suit and seal him inside.
….And everything I’ve just done to you… you do to him. Starting with making fun of his caged cock.
From that point on, the other twelve junior Navy officers waiting to be the next man to wake up in BDUs looking over the drone will do the same thing to the next man.
And all the finished men gather, naked, in a hot sauna room watching this little experiment thru the one way glass.