by FrgLee
Part 9
We played some more that afternoon,mainly dressing up stuff and took a few hundred photographs ...I was surprised to discover the session in the pit had been recorded by 3 different cameras and it would be edited later down to around 30 minutes.In the meantime I was given some 30 stills from it added to the first selection on a disc that I took back to 'Y's apartment that evening. I was invited to have dinner with Toshiro which I thought a great honor and we were taken by a taxi to a nearby hotel where we had a western meal,in my honor I guess,but Toshiro quite enjoyed his meal of medium chargrilled steak and potatoes.The restuarant was at the top of the hotel and the lights of the huge city spread off into the distance around the bay.Toshiro worked for a banking corporation,in quite a senior managerial role,senior enough to take days off when he wanted to,he laughed! The rubber and gas fetish had come from a childhood blighted by a bad road accident with repeated sessions of surgery over 18 months.He had been is so much pain at times he welcomed the gas cone descending onto his face and relished sucking the magic gas that took away his pain and his fears.His rubber and gas fetish was activated at University 25 years previously when he had a scene with an older rubber guy who had access to gas and equipment.Years later he had met 'Y' at a party and they hit it off very well becoming fast friends.Again,in Japan it was neccessary to be very discrete about such things.... though some things in Japan had changed a great deal especially as regards him being gay,which was generally known in his company,but he said this was unusual.
Saying farewell was hard as he had been a most attentive host and interesting contact.We resolved to keep in touch online.He visited San Francisco each Spring on business, and although I lived a few hundred miles to the north made it very clear he was welcome to visit.A taxi took me back from the hotel restuarent at around 10 and when I got back I was so dog tired I went straight to sleep,sleeping through to 10 the following morning.
I was woken by a tap on the door and Lo bringing me in some freshly squeezed orange juice.
"I thought you might like this" he said,smiling.
"Yes and I like the person who brought it in as well!" Lo was definately very cute and I found his friendliness and warmth a great turn on.I stroked his arm and he reciprocated.I drew him close to me and he started kissing me laying on the bed....I grabbed for his dick,found it rock hard as was mine,as it always is first thing I wake up...I stripped him and started sucking on his nipples,slowly jerking him off.'Y' had told me he loved being forced to cum whilst being held down and I got him into a position that he was completely able to escape from...I was twice his weight and a fair bit stronger.Holding him tightly I sucked on his tits and jerked him off rejoicing in watching and hearing this beautiful young animal reach orgasm at my hands,spraying his cum all over us both.We rested a while,then the phone rang and he had to get to it so I was left alone in the bed with his cum on me....The magic having been interrupted,I decided to have a shower.
'Y' had decided to return earlier than he originally planned and was to be picked up in the late afternoon,so Lo asked me what I might like to do.I had had little real exercise over the previous week and asked if I might swim somwhere first,but that I might like to see some of the countryside.On 'Y's instructions there was to be no food after midday so I had an early lunch...The swim was easily organised at a municipal pool locally and then we headed down the freeway again then up into the hills,visiting shrines and scenic villages.At 5 we were back at Haneda Airport and picked up 'Y' who looked very respectable and impressive in his suit and overcoat.He smiled as he saw me .
"I hope you have good time while I am away?"he smiled "Getting to know my friends?"He asked me about the scene with Toshiro and I provided fine details much to his interest...The two guys were actually quite close,and there was little they did not know about each other.My time in Japan was coming to an end and I was flying back in 2 days and luckily 'Y' had been able to reschedule his appointments so that he was off work until I left.
That evening was probably one of the strangest of my life,possibly one of the more enjoyable too and six months later as I sit and write about it I am still very affected by it.I realised how much I trusted 'Y', and how trust is the basis for love.
The scene was to take place on the operating table in 'Y's tiled playroom.It was to involve ether which I had tried briefly before with 'Y',and despite the initial panic and breathlessness had actually really enjoyed.It was very different to Nitrous Oxide,nothing like as gentle though they could be administered together.It is generally used with oxygen and is not supplied from cylinders.Instead a container of the liquid is dripped into the breathing mix in precisely measured doses using a vaporiser device.Something else that 'Y' wished to try on me was an intradural injection,which basically meant injecting a strong anaesthetic into my spine at the base of my back.This would completely paralyse me for several hours although I would still be able to breathe normally,my body would be quite numb with no sensation at all.I would still be lucid and clear in my head but I would only be able to see and hear although they might be some visual and auditory disturbancesThe session was carefully described to me and I was assured that it would be interesting and enjoyable.Ishimoru was joining us to assist in the scene and he arrived a 7,carrying a large bag with his gear.Lo's role was to assist in the dressing,and provide general assistance in the 'theatre',although he would not be taking a direct role in the scene that night.
The two doctors went to the changing room to kit up and to ready the equipment a little before me.I was to be prepped up like any patient by his nurse and Lo came back into the living room where I had been watching the dvd that Toshiro had dropped off that morning when we were out.I was led to the gurney,told to strip off,and climbed aboard.Safety straps were again clicked around my chest in three places,my wrists and arms and my feet An injection was given 'to relax me a little' and within a few minutes I felt quite warm and drowsy.relaxed I certainly was,though my dick was rock hard at the thought of what was about to happen to me..Lo actually did up the straps quite hard this time as instructed.Apparently patients being given ether became very panicky sometimes and unless they were tightly bound might escape or hurt themselves.I was to be quite naked for this session throughout,although a heavy green rubber sheet was laid over me.My dick,leaking precum,lay like a ridge under the sheet and Lo stroked it for me a few times,givng me a michievous wink.He attached the clip to my ear again,but this time added two sticky electrodes to my chest so they could close monitor my vital signs.
I was rolled into 'theatre' like the first night there although this scene was to be even more intense.The only light was the overhead theatre light above the table and I could see two doctors in identical green medical rubber,complete with white rubber aprons and white gasmasks....White rubber surgical gloves completed the outfits.From the gasmasks a white corrugated rubber hose led to a large rubber rebreather bag attached to their backs,and two small hoses led from this to two small containers attached to a white rubber belt around their waist.Later I was told they contained ether and poppers and could be injected in the breathing mix by depressing the cap of the container.
The induction was not too pleasant and I was apprehensive about this gas...if Nitrous Oxide was like a soft blanket of euphoric gas slowly taking you under,ether is like a hammer being applied none too kindly to the head.I knew that I was breathing pure oxygen when the mask was placed on my head and the straps applied ,so surely any feeling of suffocation would be in my own head? 'Y' had warned me that the first minute or so with ether was often not so pleasant.Certainly the brief experience the other night underwater had not left me with any pleasant memories as to the induction although the 20 minutes or so afterwards had been very nice...I reminded my self that I was perfectly safe with two very experienced doctors at my side,both of whom I thought highly.They also thought highly of me and were far from being mad sadistic medics.Still their gear was pretty intimidating and as I watched them walk around me I was very highly turned on.I was also a bit frightened by them.I knew I could trust them to a point,but both had their own agendas as Ishimoru had demonstrated clearly.
Then the a switch was turned on the sophisticated machine to my side.Both doctors stared at me,yes focusing through the lenses of the white gasmasks.As they were wearing very similar gear,it was hard to make out who was who but i correctly guessed that 'Y' was to my left controlling the machine.
Then suddenly the ether invaded my mask and my lungs.It had an acrid chemical smell and almost seem to burn the inside of my nostrils but instantly there was a cold numb feel to my mouth and throat as I gulped it down.I almost tried to resist the gas entering my lungs.Despite what I was told I only took light breaths,thinking maybe I could escape the worst effects
"Breath steadily and normally as you were told" said a loud voice,rather muffled through a gasmask speech diaphragm.
I inhaled properly.It hit me...my lungs suddenly seemed full of this cold numbing gas and it seemed far too strong.I felt like I had inhaled far too much poppers but this was even worse....I began to choke and fight the gas.I tried to shake my head and began to panic and scream into the mask.It was too strong! I couldn't breathe! the hoses leading away from my face quivered with my twitching and my breathing bags were filling and emptying erratically.The doctors heard me screaming but they were quite pitiless.I looked into their gasmasks again and I could see Ishimorus eyes staring intently at me....he had squirted a small draught of ether into his breathing bag and was sharing the experience with me.albeit in a far weaker form...I gasped and choked on the gas,feeling that I was going to die...terrified I tried everything I could to escape from the bonds holding me to the table...but it was no use at all...I shouted some more,I tried the safety grunts,I begged,I pleaded.
Then suddenly everything changed.I felt an enormous warmth spread from my chest to my brain and envelope the rest of my body.My body relaxed and I suddenly felt wonderful,truly happy and relaxed.My head spun a little then settled down and I breathed deeply and slowly,all panic over,all fear forgotten...I issued a huge groan,which had meant to signal that I was now alright.I was not exactly lucid,but my curious mind began examining the sensations and feelings.Certainly the visual side was very strange.Everything was blurry yet clear,like I was floating in a tank of hot water.The air around me seemed viscous and even had a slight yellowy tint.I could see no further than a few metres,the light over me and the two green and white medics were my whole universe.A glove stroked my head and a damp cloth wiped away the sweat.I could hardly feel anything,there was a numbness all over.I was still able to move my fingers and toes and could feel the tight straps holding me down.This was an odd sensation,perhaps the oddest I had ever experienced.The doctors swam in and out of view,with a strange foreshortening effect,also with a kind of glow around them...this I knew to be a visual disturbance.My Gasmaster had given me a lot of instruction and information online in the months since we had started chatting online.....An arm moved to touch me and it was bigger than the rest of the person...Having little experience of hallucinogens I could only relate it to some of the experiences I had had eating the wrong kind of mushrooms as a teenager which had made me very ill for a day.
Yet this was ....different...this felt safe and wonderful.My brain seemed alive and awake despite the odd tingling and glow.Everything seemed so clear and so wonderful.There were flashes of colour sometimes and the lights above me seemed to have endless fascination for me as I studied the glass and the effects of the light coming through.I was unaware of how complicated it had been for 'Y' to keep me conscious for this period.He was watching my life signs and my reactions very carefully,he had wanted me to experience the ether wonderland that lay between the terrors of induction and complete narcosis.Ether induction is not too hard in itself...it has been used for over 150 years and needs no special equipment other than a gauze facemask with a tissue.Safe and controlled induction is harder and requires sophisticated anaesthesia machines.It has dangers such as its tendency to suddenly decrease respiration and even stop the heart,so the patient has to be very carefully watched.I knew this but I knew I was in the very best of hands.Ether is not much used in general anaesthesia these days,but 'Y' still promoted its use believing it to still have positive features none of the modern agents could match.
I began to feel aware that the chemical smell,which I'd almost stopped noticing was getting stronger,and it was getting harder to focus.I could feel myself slipping under now but it was a softer,faster and deeper narcosis than the one Nitrous induced.I sucked joyfully at the gas watching my breathing bags twitch beside me.The last thing I recall was a hand in a surgical glove appear in front of my eyes and grasp my heavy rubber anaesthesia mask.It was pushed close to my face,my eyelids fluttered,then closed and I was gone.
It seemed as if I had slept quite a while when I woke up later.A mask was on my face but judging from how clear and awake I suddenly felt,I was on oxygen,but I couldn't actually taste or feel it.I could see very clearly now and the green and white shapes in front of me were standing either side.I tried to move...nothing.Not even my fingertips or toes.I could not feel anything at all.It was as if my entire body was missing.I was floating,there seemed no weight.I tried to talk.but nothing.I was more or less completely paralysed.I was able to breathe and hear but I could not move or feel anything else much.Ah,I had been given the injection into the spine as 'Y' had described.He had been worried I would be frightened and had described the effects perfectly.I was completely anaesthetised yet completely conscious.
'Y' spoke ..." Ah welcome back,Mr Anderson! I hope you enjoyed the ether.....you have been asleep for 2 hours" I wondered what my doctors had been doing during this time,but my imagination easily supplied the answers.
"We injected the total body anaesthesia 30 minutes ago and we have no problems.You should be able to move again in around an hour or two but in the meantime you are completely paralysed."I did not have to be told this.I knew and had been well prepared for this state,which was curious to say the least.If I had not been prepared for it I might have found it very frightening indeed.
I was apparently not still strapped to the table for I was turned over onto my side.My head was completely limp and lolled down as my body was moved into a kind of fetal position.This was strange but not overly alarming.I actually felt quite relaxed.Looking at my two sexy rubberdoctors I realised that I was quite turned on by this ultimate passivity,complete reliance on others.
"We are now taking you on the gurney to a bedroom"
My body was rolled over onto it. Lo rolled me out of the 'theatre',down the corridor and into 'Y's room.I was laid onto his large rubber covered bed.My head was still lolling and I was quite naked. I kept finding myself staring at strange things such as the wrought iron black bed headboard,then the gasmasks by the bed,then the framed posters of military divers in rubber with rebreathers....
I knew what was to happen next as we had agreed this scene earlier.I was to be fucked by the two doctors.Limp,like a doll I was moved into various positions and screwed hard by these two extreme rubbermen.Half the time I could see nothing but my vision was jarring as my body was plowed into.I could hear groans and grunts and yells.I even could see right in front of my eyes a green rubbered dick being jerked off in front of my face.This was so odd.I was turned on by being used in this way but it was only in my head.There was no dick to get hard,no body with which to feel......I remember wishing my head could be turned just a little more so I could see myself with these two guys on the bed in the full length mirror on the wall. As they both finally took their pleasure inside me,one after another,they relaxed next to me pulling off their gasmasks and holding me on either side.The light was turned off and they slept a little while.I was laying on my back and the first sign I had that I was recovering from the injection was when I began to feel my fingers move against the rubber sheet. Sensation slowly began to return and I could feel myself breathing.I made a noise and could turn my head. Ishimoru and 'Y' got up and repositioned me on my side,in case of nausea.I was fine though....After an hour I had completely recovered,although my spine felt a little sore at the base,presumably where I had been injected earlier.I asked 'Y' about this and he said it was quite normal and would be OK tomorrow.
The rubberdoctors went to change and I was taken by Lo to the kitchen where tea was made,and I supped thirstily,dressed in a white dressing gown.It was now very late,yet there was food to hand...delivered earlier I guessed and kept warm on the oven.'Y' and Ishimoru entered in robes after a shower and joined us at the breakfast bar where we all ate and joked heartily.
At 1,Ishimoru left and we all retired to our own beds.I was just going to sleep,still feeling a bit horny from the evenings events when Lo knocked on the door,entered and got into bed with me....pretty soon with his assistance I was spraying the pent up contents of my balls into his mouth and over his face.....I slept soundly,holding Lo tight like a teddy bear....
Part 10 Finale
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 session,several hours after the third I tried to distract myself making lists in my head.it made no difference...cumming with stimming 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 come,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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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.
Part 9
We played some more that afternoon,mainly dressing up stuff and took a few hundred photographs ...I was surprised to discover the session in the pit had been recorded by 3 different cameras and it would be edited later down to around 30 minutes.In the meantime I was given some 30 stills from it added to the first selection on a disc that I took back to 'Y's apartment that evening. I was invited to have dinner with Toshiro which I thought a great honor and we were taken by a taxi to a nearby hotel where we had a western meal,in my honor I guess,but Toshiro quite enjoyed his meal of medium chargrilled steak and potatoes.The restuarant was at the top of the hotel and the lights of the huge city spread off into the distance around the bay.Toshiro worked for a banking corporation,in quite a senior managerial role,senior enough to take days off when he wanted to,he laughed! The rubber and gas fetish had come from a childhood blighted by a bad road accident with repeated sessions of surgery over 18 months.He had been is so much pain at times he welcomed the gas cone descending onto his face and relished sucking the magic gas that took away his pain and his fears.His rubber and gas fetish was activated at University 25 years previously when he had a scene with an older rubber guy who had access to gas and equipment.Years later he had met 'Y' at a party and they hit it off very well becoming fast friends.Again,in Japan it was neccessary to be very discrete about such things.... though some things in Japan had changed a great deal especially as regards him being gay,which was generally known in his company,but he said this was unusual.
Saying farewell was hard as he had been a most attentive host and interesting contact.We resolved to keep in touch online.He visited San Francisco each Spring on business, and although I lived a few hundred miles to the north made it very clear he was welcome to visit.A taxi took me back from the hotel restuarent at around 10 and when I got back I was so dog tired I went straight to sleep,sleeping through to 10 the following morning.
I was woken by a tap on the door and Lo bringing me in some freshly squeezed orange juice.
"I thought you might like this" he said,smiling.
"Yes and I like the person who brought it in as well!" Lo was definately very cute and I found his friendliness and warmth a great turn on.I stroked his arm and he reciprocated.I drew him close to me and he started kissing me laying on the bed....I grabbed for his dick,found it rock hard as was mine,as it always is first thing I wake up...I stripped him and started sucking on his nipples,slowly jerking him off.'Y' had told me he loved being forced to cum whilst being held down and I got him into a position that he was completely able to escape from...I was twice his weight and a fair bit stronger.Holding him tightly I sucked on his tits and jerked him off rejoicing in watching and hearing this beautiful young animal reach orgasm at my hands,spraying his cum all over us both.We rested a while,then the phone rang and he had to get to it so I was left alone in the bed with his cum on me....The magic having been interrupted,I decided to have a shower.
'Y' had decided to return earlier than he originally planned and was to be picked up in the late afternoon,so Lo asked me what I might like to do.I had had little real exercise over the previous week and asked if I might swim somwhere first,but that I might like to see some of the countryside.On 'Y's instructions there was to be no food after midday so I had an early lunch...The swim was easily organised at a municipal pool locally and then we headed down the freeway again then up into the hills,visiting shrines and scenic villages.At 5 we were back at Haneda Airport and picked up 'Y' who looked very respectable and impressive in his suit and overcoat.He smiled as he saw me .
"I hope you have good time while I am away?"he smiled "Getting to know my friends?"He asked me about the scene with Toshiro and I provided fine details much to his interest...The two guys were actually quite close,and there was little they did not know about each other.My time in Japan was coming to an end and I was flying back in 2 days and luckily 'Y' had been able to reschedule his appointments so that he was off work until I left.
That evening was probably one of the strangest of my life,possibly one of the more enjoyable too and six months later as I sit and write about it I am still very affected by it.I realised how much I trusted 'Y', and how trust is the basis for love.
The scene was to take place on the operating table in 'Y's tiled playroom.It was to involve ether which I had tried briefly before with 'Y',and despite the initial panic and breathlessness had actually really enjoyed.It was very different to Nitrous Oxide,nothing like as gentle though they could be administered together.It is generally used with oxygen and is not supplied from cylinders.Instead a container of the liquid is dripped into the breathing mix in precisely measured doses using a vaporiser device.Something else that 'Y' wished to try on me was an intradural injection,which basically meant injecting a strong anaesthetic into my spine at the base of my back.This would completely paralyse me for several hours although I would still be able to breathe normally,my body would be quite numb with no sensation at all.I would still be lucid and clear in my head but I would only be able to see and hear although they might be some visual and auditory disturbancesThe session was carefully described to me and I was assured that it would be interesting and enjoyable.Ishimoru was joining us to assist in the scene and he arrived a 7,carrying a large bag with his gear.Lo's role was to assist in the dressing,and provide general assistance in the 'theatre',although he would not be taking a direct role in the scene that night.
The two doctors went to the changing room to kit up and to ready the equipment a little before me.I was to be prepped up like any patient by his nurse and Lo came back into the living room where I had been watching the dvd that Toshiro had dropped off that morning when we were out.I was led to the gurney,told to strip off,and climbed aboard.Safety straps were again clicked around my chest in three places,my wrists and arms and my feet An injection was given 'to relax me a little' and within a few minutes I felt quite warm and drowsy.relaxed I certainly was,though my dick was rock hard at the thought of what was about to happen to me..Lo actually did up the straps quite hard this time as instructed.Apparently patients being given ether became very panicky sometimes and unless they were tightly bound might escape or hurt themselves.I was to be quite naked for this session throughout,although a heavy green rubber sheet was laid over me.My dick,leaking precum,lay like a ridge under the sheet and Lo stroked it for me a few times,givng me a michievous wink.He attached the clip to my ear again,but this time added two sticky electrodes to my chest so they could close monitor my vital signs.
I was rolled into 'theatre' like the first night there although this scene was to be even more intense.The only light was the overhead theatre light above the table and I could see two doctors in identical green medical rubber,complete with white rubber aprons and white gasmasks....White rubber surgical gloves completed the outfits.From the gasmasks a white corrugated rubber hose led to a large rubber rebreather bag attached to their backs,and two small hoses led from this to two small containers attached to a white rubber belt around their waist.Later I was told they contained ether and poppers and could be injected in the breathing mix by depressing the cap of the container.
The induction was not too pleasant and I was apprehensive about this gas...if Nitrous Oxide was like a soft blanket of euphoric gas slowly taking you under,ether is like a hammer being applied none too kindly to the head.I knew that I was breathing pure oxygen when the mask was placed on my head and the straps applied ,so surely any feeling of suffocation would be in my own head? 'Y' had warned me that the first minute or so with ether was often not so pleasant.Certainly the brief experience the other night underwater had not left me with any pleasant memories as to the induction although the 20 minutes or so afterwards had been very nice...I reminded my self that I was perfectly safe with two very experienced doctors at my side,both of whom I thought highly.They also thought highly of me and were far from being mad sadistic medics.Still their gear was pretty intimidating and as I watched them walk around me I was very highly turned on.I was also a bit frightened by them.I knew I could trust them to a point,but both had their own agendas as Ishimoru had demonstrated clearly.
Then the a switch was turned on the sophisticated machine to my side.Both doctors stared at me,yes focusing through the lenses of the white gasmasks.As they were wearing very similar gear,it was hard to make out who was who but i correctly guessed that 'Y' was to my left controlling the machine.
Then suddenly the ether invaded my mask and my lungs.It had an acrid chemical smell and almost seem to burn the inside of my nostrils but instantly there was a cold numb feel to my mouth and throat as I gulped it down.I almost tried to resist the gas entering my lungs.Despite what I was told I only took light breaths,thinking maybe I could escape the worst effects
"Breath steadily and normally as you were told" said a loud voice,rather muffled through a gasmask speech diaphragm.
I inhaled properly.It hit me...my lungs suddenly seemed full of this cold numbing gas and it seemed far too strong.I felt like I had inhaled far too much poppers but this was even worse....I began to choke and fight the gas.I tried to shake my head and began to panic and scream into the mask.It was too strong! I couldn't breathe! the hoses leading away from my face quivered with my twitching and my breathing bags were filling and emptying erratically.The doctors heard me screaming but they were quite pitiless.I looked into their gasmasks again and I could see Ishimorus eyes staring intently at me....he had squirted a small draught of ether into his breathing bag and was sharing the experience with me.albeit in a far weaker form...I gasped and choked on the gas,feeling that I was going to die...terrified I tried everything I could to escape from the bonds holding me to the table...but it was no use at all...I shouted some more,I tried the safety grunts,I begged,I pleaded.
Then suddenly everything changed.I felt an enormous warmth spread from my chest to my brain and envelope the rest of my body.My body relaxed and I suddenly felt wonderful,truly happy and relaxed.My head spun a little then settled down and I breathed deeply and slowly,all panic over,all fear forgotten...I issued a huge groan,which had meant to signal that I was now alright.I was not exactly lucid,but my curious mind began examining the sensations and feelings.Certainly the visual side was very strange.Everything was blurry yet clear,like I was floating in a tank of hot water.The air around me seemed viscous and even had a slight yellowy tint.I could see no further than a few metres,the light over me and the two green and white medics were my whole universe.A glove stroked my head and a damp cloth wiped away the sweat.I could hardly feel anything,there was a numbness all over.I was still able to move my fingers and toes and could feel the tight straps holding me down.This was an odd sensation,perhaps the oddest I had ever experienced.The doctors swam in and out of view,with a strange foreshortening effect,also with a kind of glow around them...this I knew to be a visual disturbance.My Gasmaster had given me a lot of instruction and information online in the months since we had started chatting online.....An arm moved to touch me and it was bigger than the rest of the person...Having little experience of hallucinogens I could only relate it to some of the experiences I had had eating the wrong kind of mushrooms as a teenager which had made me very ill for a day.
Yet this was ....different...this felt safe and wonderful.My brain seemed alive and awake despite the odd tingling and glow.Everything seemed so clear and so wonderful.There were flashes of colour sometimes and the lights above me seemed to have endless fascination for me as I studied the glass and the effects of the light coming through.I was unaware of how complicated it had been for 'Y' to keep me conscious for this period.He was watching my life signs and my reactions very carefully,he had wanted me to experience the ether wonderland that lay between the terrors of induction and complete narcosis.Ether induction is not too hard in itself...it has been used for over 150 years and needs no special equipment other than a gauze facemask with a tissue.Safe and controlled induction is harder and requires sophisticated anaesthesia machines.It has dangers such as its tendency to suddenly decrease respiration and even stop the heart,so the patient has to be very carefully watched.I knew this but I knew I was in the very best of hands.Ether is not much used in general anaesthesia these days,but 'Y' still promoted its use believing it to still have positive features none of the modern agents could match.
I began to feel aware that the chemical smell,which I'd almost stopped noticing was getting stronger,and it was getting harder to focus.I could feel myself slipping under now but it was a softer,faster and deeper narcosis than the one Nitrous induced.I sucked joyfully at the gas watching my breathing bags twitch beside me.The last thing I recall was a hand in a surgical glove appear in front of my eyes and grasp my heavy rubber anaesthesia mask.It was pushed close to my face,my eyelids fluttered,then closed and I was gone.
It seemed as if I had slept quite a while when I woke up later.A mask was on my face but judging from how clear and awake I suddenly felt,I was on oxygen,but I couldn't actually taste or feel it.I could see very clearly now and the green and white shapes in front of me were standing either side.I tried to move...nothing.Not even my fingertips or toes.I could not feel anything at all.It was as if my entire body was missing.I was floating,there seemed no weight.I tried to talk.but nothing.I was more or less completely paralysed.I was able to breathe and hear but I could not move or feel anything else much.Ah,I had been given the injection into the spine as 'Y' had described.He had been worried I would be frightened and had described the effects perfectly.I was completely anaesthetised yet completely conscious.
'Y' spoke ..." Ah welcome back,Mr Anderson! I hope you enjoyed the ether.....you have been asleep for 2 hours" I wondered what my doctors had been doing during this time,but my imagination easily supplied the answers.
"We injected the total body anaesthesia 30 minutes ago and we have no problems.You should be able to move again in around an hour or two but in the meantime you are completely paralysed."I did not have to be told this.I knew and had been well prepared for this state,which was curious to say the least.If I had not been prepared for it I might have found it very frightening indeed.
I was apparently not still strapped to the table for I was turned over onto my side.My head was completely limp and lolled down as my body was moved into a kind of fetal position.This was strange but not overly alarming.I actually felt quite relaxed.Looking at my two sexy rubberdoctors I realised that I was quite turned on by this ultimate passivity,complete reliance on others.
"We are now taking you on the gurney to a bedroom"
My body was rolled over onto it. Lo rolled me out of the 'theatre',down the corridor and into 'Y's room.I was laid onto his large rubber covered bed.My head was still lolling and I was quite naked. I kept finding myself staring at strange things such as the wrought iron black bed headboard,then the gasmasks by the bed,then the framed posters of military divers in rubber with rebreathers....
I knew what was to happen next as we had agreed this scene earlier.I was to be fucked by the two doctors.Limp,like a doll I was moved into various positions and screwed hard by these two extreme rubbermen.Half the time I could see nothing but my vision was jarring as my body was plowed into.I could hear groans and grunts and yells.I even could see right in front of my eyes a green rubbered dick being jerked off in front of my face.This was so odd.I was turned on by being used in this way but it was only in my head.There was no dick to get hard,no body with which to feel......I remember wishing my head could be turned just a little more so I could see myself with these two guys on the bed in the full length mirror on the wall. As they both finally took their pleasure inside me,one after another,they relaxed next to me pulling off their gasmasks and holding me on either side.The light was turned off and they slept a little while.I was laying on my back and the first sign I had that I was recovering from the injection was when I began to feel my fingers move against the rubber sheet. Sensation slowly began to return and I could feel myself breathing.I made a noise and could turn my head. Ishimoru and 'Y' got up and repositioned me on my side,in case of nausea.I was fine though....After an hour I had completely recovered,although my spine felt a little sore at the base,presumably where I had been injected earlier.I asked 'Y' about this and he said it was quite normal and would be OK tomorrow.
The rubberdoctors went to change and I was taken by Lo to the kitchen where tea was made,and I supped thirstily,dressed in a white dressing gown.It was now very late,yet there was food to hand...delivered earlier I guessed and kept warm on the oven.'Y' and Ishimoru entered in robes after a shower and joined us at the breakfast bar where we all ate and joked heartily.
At 1,Ishimoru left and we all retired to our own beds.I was just going to sleep,still feeling a bit horny from the evenings events when Lo knocked on the door,entered and got into bed with me....pretty soon with his assistance I was spraying the pent up contents of my balls into his mouth and over his face.....I slept soundly,holding Lo tight like a teddy bear....
Part 10 Finale
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 session,several hours after the third I tried to distract myself making lists in my head.it made no difference...cumming with stimming 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 come,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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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.