Muss Ein Krasses Gefühl Sein, Dieses Teil Tragen Zu Dürfen/müssen

The final test

The trainee drone had a feeling this was an important dive. He had been sent out to one of the deeper sections of the training ground together with the most senior alpha drone.

An alpha drone is not a controller, but they are permitted some autonomy. One of the priveleges of the rank is that they are allowed to choose which of the trainee drones they would like to take to examine during the drone’s final assessment.

As the drone sat on the dock he pondered the last six challenging days. Drones come from a very special group of men who have a deep rubber fetish, who are turned on by dive gear and are competent divers. The drone had worked really hard to get to where he was today.

The reason that drones are chosen from this pool of men is so that they will join a very elite, tightly bound and close brotherhood. The shared love of rubber, bondage, diving and diving gear helps the drones closely bond.

The whole week is designed to test the drones mental, physical and sexual limits. Upon arrival at the drone training facility drones are given strict instructions that they must not cum without permission during their training.

During the week drones are subjected to various challenges to test them and weed out weaker candidates. Discipline is also tested, drones are secretely continuously monitored to ensure that they do not cum without permission the whole week. This loyalty is tested by constantly exposing the drones to new stimulus which will turn them on and make them horny.

This is rubberscotty before he is allowed to sleep one evening. Poppers are administered and he is edged for several hours before being hooked up to oxygen and allowed to sleep for 5 hours. Cumming during these sessions would result in instant discharge from the program and would mean that the drone may never again apply for the drone brotherhood. Drones are edged to extreme levels during these sessions and it is only the rare and obedient exceptions who make it past this gruelling test.

Sleeping accomodations is always in full rubber, and breathing pure oxygen to help the drones desaturate and also remain horny.

Back on the dock final checks were made and rubberscotty entered the water.

As he entered the water he met with the alpha drone and they proceeded together down to 43m. The drones normally breath trimix at these depths to limit the effects of nitrogen narcosis and ensure they can perform at 100% of their capacity. However, on the final assessment dives, drones breath normal air. This increases the level of narcosis they feel and further tests their limits.

The alpha drone switched Rubberscotty to breath from his bail out bottle. The gague showed only a few bar remaining, at these depths that would give very little breathing time. Instantly rubberscotty felt the effects of poppers and realized that the bailout bottle contained something other than air. His heart began to race and a warm feeling coursed through his body. He entered the drone mind space, he felt the regulator push air into his lungs as he stared into the alpha drones faceplate. His dick, went instantly hard. In his mind flashed back all of the events of the previous week. The training, the edging, the sexual torture and the pride he felt at getting so far.

Then the command came. CUM NOW DRONE.

Rubberscotty knew he would only have a few seconds of air remaining. The effects of the narcosis and the poppers made him feel animalistic. He was covered in rubber, horny as hell and facing his ultimate test. His whole world was rubber and diving.

He knew he had to cum before the air in his bail out runs out and before he passes out in order to graduate from the drone program.

Instantly rubberscotty fell to his knees, the alpha drone watching from above. Rubberscotty started to wank himselfthe best he could through the thick suit and gloves. He could feel his horniness building, but then suddenly his air stopped. How could it run out already he thought?

The fact that rubberscotty had been selected for this program was no accident. This final test is a final proof of a drones worthiness and ability to cope under pressure… And a measure of the drone’s pervertedness. The air running out would make normal men panic, but it only made the drone even more horny. He loved thethought of his predicament 43m under the lake surface. He gasped for air but nothing came. Narcosis made him foggy. Poppers still coursing through his veins, right on the edge of consciousness the drones body buckled and he pumped load after load into his suit. His orgasm was long and the whole time he was gasping for air. After he came he fell to the floor, looking up at the alpha drone. He was exhausted and almost passing out.

Just before he passed out he heard the alpha report simply “rubberscotty has completed the final test”. Trimix rushed into the drones helmet and the drone gulped it in. The underwater world became clearer and the drone sighed deeply and smiled. He made it.

After a few minutes passed, the alpha drone ordered rubberscotty to his feet. “You will be known from now on as drone RS82”. RS82 managed to whisper “acknowledged” and the two drones began walking back up to the training center.

Oxygen levels in RS82’s breathing gas were gradually increased as the drone ascended to aid decompression.

Finally the drone surfaced, his equipment slowly removed.

RS82 held his head in his rubber gloves, he felt exhausted, spent, but so happy and proud to join the collective.

Would you like to hear more of RS82’s adventures? Please reblog this story and let me know. 👌

Den würde ich gerne tragen müssen.

Morning Controllpicture

After arriving back from a rainy walk, young uni student Martin had decided to go along with his roommate’s dare to see if he could escape from bondage. But now as he sat alone in the room, unable to move, see or speak, he was really starting to regret going along with it.

His roommate had unexpectedly said goodbye to him and gone out for a while, leaving him tied to his computer chair with his jacket hood up over his face. The heating was on, which didn’t do him any favours in the warm, puffy jackets. One of them he’d worn out in the rain, and the other one he was being made to wear backwards with the hood up. He was beginning to sweat inside them now as he struggled desperately and grunted into his tape gag. Why the hell did I let him tie me up?, he asked himself. His breathing was becoming more and more laboured underneath the thick hood that collapsed and expanded with each breath.

He wouldn’t be able to bear it for much longer. His high pitched moans went unheard in the deserted university halls. It was Saturday evening; everyone was at the university Freshers’ Party. Apart from him and his roommate of course. Suddenly he heard the door go, and he stopped struggling now that he thought he was about to be released. The door closed, and a bag of shopping was put down.

“Well, what do we have here. You’ve not escaped yet?”.

“Mmmpphh”, grunted Martin, shaking his sweaty head.

His roommate chuckled. He came up behind the chair and wrapped his arms round Martin. “Oh Martin, Martin, Martin…”. He ran his hands slowly up and down the jacket as if enjoying the feel of it. “Thought you’d have escaped by now…!”. He swivelled his captive roommate round toward the bed, and then sat down on it, slipping off his shoes. He rested against the wall and put his feet up on Martin’s legs.

“Mmmmpphh”. Martin wanted to be let out, but had no proper way of expressing this of course.

His roommate slipped his feet under his jacket and began to wiggle his toes to tickle his stomach. He knew where his ticklish spots were from playfully tickling him before. And sure enough, a shocked high pitched noise and some struggling ensued. He began to giggle and pull on the ropes holding him to the chair. His quiet giggles gave way to loud but muffled guffaws as he could hold back his reactions no more.

His roommate stood up, amused at his predicament, and sat on his lap facing him. Moving his face close to his, he taunted, “You didn’t really think I was gonna let you out did you?”. Grinning devilishly, he slipped his hands underneath the jacket and very slowly ran his fingers up and down his sensitive chest. Martin’s breathing began to speed up, as he knew what was coming. The speed and pressure of the strokes was increased gradually. Martin just wanted him to get it over and done with.

“Mmmph”.

His roommate began to properly tickle him now, digging his fingers in to heighten the torment.

“MMMPH! MMMMPPHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!!”, shrieked Martin.

He bucked around in the chair uncontrollably, held down tight by the ropes. His roommate sniggered at him, enjoying playfully controlling and humiliating him. He was tickled intensely for what seemed like an eternity, the fingers roving around all of his stomach and his sides for maximum effect. For a moment, his very sensitive nipples were tickled. Even though he wanted it to stop, in a sublime way it felt nice. Then the tickling stopped. He breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly he released a cry of pain as his nipples were twisted harshly.

“Nipple cripple!”, exclaimed his roommate. 

“MMMMMMPPHH”, he shook his head helplessly in protest.

His roommate let go and strode across the room. He fished around in his bag. “You do know this is going on YouTube?”.

Martin released a long moan of despair. He heard his roommate come back toward him; he had no idea what was going to happen next at any given moment. He grunted hopelessly as he felt his roommate’s hands moving up his chest again. He felt a sharp jab of pain as a clothes peg was clamped over his nipple, and shortly after that his other nipple was clamped too.

“Mmmmmpphhhh”, he moaned as he struggled, feeling his nipples hurt with every movement. There was nothing he could do about it.

His roommate chuckled before turning the camera off a few moments later. Again Martin heard him fish around in his bag for something. “Aha”, he said as he found whatever it was he was looking for. Martin heard a buzzing sound. What’s that?, he thought. Then he felt his fly being undone. Oh no, he thought. What the hell is he doing?? His pants were lifted, and a vibrating object was placed inside them. There was an instant reaction; he moaned loudly. His fly was done back up, pressing the vibrating object against him even harder. 

He felt his socks being pulled off and a moment later the hood was slid off a little, but only enough for his roommate to place his sweaty sock inside it. As the hood was pulled up again, trapping the smelly sock against his nose, he shook his head, his muffled protests emanating from beneath the hood. He felt fingertips on the bottom of his feet. Knowing there was nothing he could do or say, he simply braced himself for the inevitable tickling. He struggled desperately as it started again. The vibration down below and the tickling made for a strange, intense combination. 

To his surprise he was beginning to accept his helpless position and perhaps even enjoy the sensations…

What happens to poor, pranked Martin next…? What other torment is inflicted upon him?

So würde ich mich auch wohl fühlen

Schöner Spaziergang. Macht bestimmt "spaß" 🥵🥵

Never be late again

My phone rang, it was my master. I know he doesn’t like to wait much, so I answered the phone as quick as I could. My master’s only words were:

“Boy, you’ll receive instructions via text message! “

A minute later I received this: “Report to these coordinates at 1200 hrs” , after  that I received the coordinates. The place I was supposed to be was in the woods, hour and a half drive from my place and it was already 10:00 o’clock. Despite that I was not in a hurry, there was enough time for a cup of coffee and a shower. The weather was sunny and hot, actually hotter than usual for the beginning of May, so I was sure, Master wanted to have a walk in the woods with me.

I left my place at 10:30, so everything was on time. Then it happened, a huge traffic jam and me stacked in it, SHIT! It took me 20 min to get out of it, so I knew I would be late. My only hope was that Master will be late, too.

I got to the place at 12:35. My Master’s car was there but I couldn’t see him. FUCK I was in trouble, or may be not!? The place is isolated, no cars, no other people, nothing. I got out of the car, looked around but still couldn’t see him. The only option was to call him. I headed to my car where my phone was, when someone pushed me on the ground. I wasn’t able to see him, but I knew it was him.

“You are so fuckin late, maggot! I was waiting for you. You know I hate to wait and you are late, soooo fackin late.” he whispered in my year.

“Sorry, Sir, but there was this….”

“SHUT UP! I don’t want to hear any excuses.”

I could feel the weight of his body over me. My hands were twisted behind my back and I couldn’t move.

“On your feet, soldier! We are going to have so much fun today. “

I stood up. Master was holding my hands behind my back, the moment I tried to look back at him he pushed my head forward.

“You are not allowed to look at me! IS THAT CLEAR, SOLDIER?”

“Yes, Sir”

“let’s go to my car.”

When we got to the car he released my hands and ordered me to open the trunk. There was a bag in it and I was ordered to take it out.

“It time for you to gear up, soldier. You have 3 min to do that. ”

I unpacked the bag as quickly as I could. There was a pair of NBC army coveralls, combat vest, black balaclava, a gas mask and a pair of combat boots in it. I took my clothes off and start to gear up. I was almost done when I heard:

“Time’s up and you are not done yet. Too bad for you, soldier.”

So, finally I was in gear. I was ordered to turn around and stood at attention. Then I saw him. He was wearing full ACU uniform, he has pulled the sleeves of his shirt up so I could see his biceps, wearing sun glasses and smiling. That wasn’t good for me, cuz I knew he was up to something. He came closer to me.

“GIVE ME 50, SOLDIER!”

I started  to do the push ups and till the time I finished them I was sweating like hell.

“On your knees! Hands behind your head!”

He unzipped his trousers and took out his dick.

“Open your mouth  and suck it”

I took his big gun in my mouth. I could barely breath  after the push ups and all that meat in my mouth only made the thing worse. Sir fucked my throat so hard, all the way to the balls. He poured his juice in my mouth and I swallowed it.

“Good, boy. Now, put the gas mask on! And the gloves! And to be sure they will stay in place I have something for you. “

There was something in the gas mask – a key. I didn’t realize why it was there till…. The gloves were wet and sticky inside, full of something!?

“Can you feel it ,boy? Can you feel my spunk in your gloves? I’ve been jerking in them for a whole week. Twice a day. Does it feel good, boy?”

“Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!”

“Now, the handcuffs.”

“But , Sir…”

“SHUT UP, soldier! Do not complain!”

Then I realized where the key was from. The handcuffs! And it would be in front of me the whole time, shit!

“Now we are ready for a walk, soldier. Move!”

After a couple of kilometers in that gear the sweat was running down my back, I was thirsty and feeling so exhausted. I started to beg for mercy. I really needed some rest.

“Please, Sir, I need some rest. I need some water, too.”

“Ok, soldier, but everything has it’s price. Are you ready to pay it?”

“ Yes, Sir, I’ll do what you want for a sip of water.”

“Ok, boy, we’ll take a rest.”

We stopped for a rest. I was allowed to take off the gas mask but not the gloves. Finally I was given some water.

“Are you ok now, soldier?”

“Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir! Sir may I have the gas mask off for the rest of the walk?”

“Give me a good reason to do so and maybe I’ll let you to take it off.”

“Sir, it’s too hot, and I am all wet now.”

“Not good enough, boy, but I’ll find a way to cool you. Now, it’s time to pay the bill, boy. Take off your overalls and bent over that rock!”

I pulled the overalls down and bent over the rock. I already knew the price will be too high, but I was so thirsty. Sir opened his backpack and took out a butt plug of it. He was smiling at me.

“You’ll never learn your lesson, right? I was about to give you some rest and water, but it was my decision, not yours. Now you have to pay for that.”

Sir lubed the plug with his saliva and shoved it in my ass with no hesitation.

“Now gear up, boy, we have a long way back.”

I was almost ready, when Sir saw my hesitation about the gas mask.

“I forgot about your heat problem. Put on the mask and kneel”

I didn’t want to argue about that. The plug in my ass reminded me not to do it. FIRMLY! So I obeyed. Sir unzipped his trousers and took out his dick. He pulled away my collar and then I felt the warm liquid running down my back. He poured his piss in my overalls. I was totally soaked now.

“No more worries about the sweat, soldier. Now you’ll feel the breeze better!”

When we got back to the cars my ass hurt so bad, I was so humiliated and exhausted I could barely move. Sir was smiling at me again.

“Hope you learnt your lesson now!”

I really learnt my lesson. I won’t be late for rendezvous with Master!  

Would Love to wear that even in summer

Who else is out and about like this when the temperatures are warmer?