I stood in the changing room, heart pounding as I examined the experimental diving suit laid out before me. The sleek black latex gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, promising both thrills and unknown sensations. My fingers trembled slightly as I ran them over the smooth material.
“You ready for this, kid?” Marcus’s deep voice startled me from my reverie.
I glanced over at him, taking in his reassuring smile and broad shoulders. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” I replied with a nervous chuckle. “Just hoping I don’t make a fool of myself.”
Marcus clapped a strong hand on my shoulder. “You got this, Ethan. I’ve seen you handle tougher dives than this.”
His confidence steadied me. I took a deep breath, drinking in the musky scent of neoprene and chlorine that permeated the air. “Thanks, Big Blue. Still, this suit is something else entirely…”
My eyes were drawn back to the suit’s more intimate features – the built-in cock sheath and anal insert. A thrill of excitement mixed with apprehension shot through me.
“Hey, no judgment here,” Marcus said with a wink. “We’ve all got our kinks. Just focus on the dive and let the suit do its thing.”
I nodded, grateful for his easy acceptance. As I began to strip down, my mind raced with possibilities. What would it feel like once I was fully encased? How would the vibrations and stimulations affect me underwater?
“Careful there, hotshot,” Marcus chuckled as I fumbled with my wetsuit zipper. “Save some energy for the actual dive.”
I felt my cheeks flush. “Sorry, just a bit keyed up I guess.”
“Understandable. It’s not every day you get to try out a high-tech fuck suit disguised as diving gear.”
We shared a laugh at that, some of the tension dissipating. As I prepared to don the experimental suit, I caught Marcus’s gaze lingering appreciatively. For a moment, I wondered what it might be like to explore more than just the depths with him.
I took off my clothes, standing completely naked before Marcus, ignoring his smirk, my cock slowly getting harder.
With a deep breath, I slid my left leg into the suit’s sleek opening, the latex-like material hugging my skin like a second skin. It was as if the suit had been tailor-made for me, which, I suppose it had been – in more ways than one. Slowly, I worked my leg all the way in until the sensors lining the fabric connected with my skin. A tingling sensation coursed through my limbs as the suit activated, adjusting to my body’s contours.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned involuntarily, careful to keep my voice down. The sensations were already becoming overwhelming.
Marcus raised an eyebrow but said nothing, used to the exclamations and moans that came with gearing up in such tight, restrictive gear.
Next, I slid my right leg in, shivering with anticipation as the material reached out to caress my groin, enveloping my cock in its tight embrace. The cock sheath itself was lined with a series of ridges and vibrating nodes, and I could already feel my arousal growing.
“Easy there, Aquaman,” Marcus teased. “You want to save some cum for the dive, you know?”
I shot him a playful glare over my shoulder, but I couldn’t help but grin. He was right, of course, but the thrill of it all was almost too much to bear.
As I shimmied further into the suit, I felt the anal sheath begin to slip inside me – slow, steady, and oh-so-invasive. I shuddered, but not from discomfort. No, there was nothing but anticipation and desire coursing through my veins now. The material seemed to pulsate around my hole, urging me onward, and I couldn’t resist.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, the material muffling the word just enough to make it even hotter. This was going to be one hell of a dive.
Finally, I was fully encased in the skin-tight suit, my cock throbbing and my ass tingling with need. Marcus stepped around me, appraising me with a critical eye. He ran his strong hands along the seams of the suit, checking for any holes or imperfections. It wasn’t until he reached my crotch that I realized he was giving my trapped cock a little squeeze too, testing its durability as well as my self-control.
“Big Blue,” I said, my voice gruff, “you’re not supposed to fondle the merchandise.”
Marcus chuckled and stepped back. “Just making sure everything’s in working order, diver,” he said with a wink. “No use going down –” he gestured towards the pool “-if you can’t… perform when it counts, right?”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but smirk. He had a point. In this line of work, performance under pressure – pun intended – was everything.
Eyes on the prize, Ethan, I thought, shaking my head. Or, more accurately, lust back in your suit. Literally.
“Alright, stud,” Marcus said, handing me my rebreather unit. “Time to see if this bad boy can walk the walk as well as it talks.”
I took the sleek, high-tech rebreather from him, admiring the way it caught the sterile lab light. It looked like something out of a futuristic porn-meets-dystopian-thriller crossover. The corrugated rubber hoses leading to my standard diving helmet practically begged to be sucked on, and I had to remind myself that we were on the clock. Barely.
Marcus helped me affix the helmet, his warm, calloused hands sending shivers down my spine as he tightened the straps. I could feel his eyes on me, knowing that he was just as affected by this as I was.
“Ready to perform?” he asked, his voice distorted through my earpiece.
I met his intense gaze and nodded. “Ready, Big Blue.”
With a cocky grin, I lowered myself into the water, my heart pounding in anticipation as the world around me turned blue.
I inhaled deeply, savoring the rush of cool air as it coursed through the rubber tubes. The sensation was electrifying, igniting a primal desire within me that pulsated through my entire body.
My cock, already snug in its sheath, twitched with interest.
“How’s it feel, hotshot?” Marcus’s voice crackled through the comms.
I steadied myself, trying to focus on the task at hand. “Like breathing through the world’s kinkiest straw,” I quipped, my voice husky even to my own ears. “But damn, it works like a dream.”
I began the standard tests, checking my buoyancy and the suit’s fit. Each movement felt amplified, the latex-like material caressing my skin in ways that made it hard to concentrate.
“Oxygen levels stable,” I reported, fighting to keep my voice professional. “No leaks detected.”
But as I inhaled deeply, testing the rebreather’s capacity, a wave of pleasure washed over me. The rhythmic pull and push of air through those thick rubber hoses were doing things to me, things I couldn’t quite explain.
“Fuck,” I muttered, forgetting for a moment that Marcus could hear me.
“Everything alright down there, Ethan?” His voice held a mix of concern and knowing amusement.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, just… this gear. It’s hot as hell.”
“That’s what we’re hoping for,” Marcus replied, his tone sending shivers down my spine. “Now, let’s see how it handles some movement changes.”
As I descended deeper into the pool, the pressure increased, and so did my arousal. Every breath through those hoses felt like foreplay, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was part of the design or just a very happy accident.
I let out a shaky breath, my mind racing as the pieces started to fall into place. The growing warmth in my chest, the heightened sensitivity, the way each inhale sent sparks of pleasure coursing through my body – it wasn’t just the suit or my imagination.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, my cock hardening and stretching its sheath. “Marcus, are you… are those poppers?”
There was a low chuckle over the comm. “Sharp as ever, Ethan. Just a little something to enhance the experience. How’re you feeling?”
My heart was pounding, a mix of excitement and nervous energy coursing through me. “I feel… fuck, I feel amazing. But also kinda freaked out. Is this safe?”
“Breathe, Ethan,” Marcus’s voice was soothing, but with an edge of command that made me shiver. “Just relax and let it happen. We’ve calculated everything down to the last molecule. You’re in good hands.”
I closed my eyes, focusing on the steady rhythm of my breathing. In and out, each breath carrying a hint of that intoxicating rush. The suit seemed to pulse around me, responding to my growing arousal.
“That’s it,” Marcus encouraged. “Let go. Let the suit take care of you.”
A moan escaped me, echoing in the helmet. “Fuck, Marcus. This is intense.”
“And we’re just getting started, kid. Now, how about we test out some of those other features?”
I barely had time to process Marcus’s words before the suit came alive. A low vibration started at the base of my cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my groin.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. The water around me rippled with the movement, creating a surreal underwater dance.
The vibration intensified, pulsing in rhythm with my rapid heartbeat. I felt the cock sheath tighten, gripping me in a way that was almost painfully good.
“Marcus,” I panted, “What’s happening?”
His voice came through, thick with excitement. “The suit’s responding to your arousal, Ethan. It’s giving you what you need. How does it feel?”
“It’s… ungh… it’s incredible,” I moaned. The vibrations were spreading, traveling up my shaft and down to my balls.
Suddenly, I felt a pressure at my ass. The anal sheath was expanding, filling me up.
“Oh god,” I whimpered, torn between pushing back against the intrusion and thrusting forward into the vibrating sheath. “Marcus, I can’t… it’s too much.”
“Yes, you can,” he encouraged. “Let it in, Ethan. Let it fill you completely.”
With a groan, I relaxed, allowing the anal sheath to expand. It pulsed and vibrated, stretching me in the most delicious way.
“Fuck!” I cried out, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. My cock was throbbing, desperate for release, while my ass clenched around the intrusion.
The suit seemed to read my mind, increasing the intensity of both sheaths. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, floating in the water, completely at the mercy of this incredible technology.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body tensed, teetering on the edge of orgasm. But just as I was about to let go, I felt something new. A slender, cool object began to slide into my cock.
“What the f-” I gasped, my eyes widening behind the helmet’s visor.
Marcus’s voice crackled through the comm system. “Easy, Ethan. That’s the urethral sound. Just breathe and relax.”
The sound continued its gradual descent, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before. The poppers flooding my system amplified every sensation, making me hyper-aware of the intrusion.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my voice thick with lust. “It’s… it’s…”
“Incredible, right?” Marcus finished for me, his tone husky.
I couldn’t form words anymore. The sound moved deeper, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. My cock throbbed around it, the vibrations from the sheath creating an intense counterpoint to the sound’s presence.
“Fuck, Marcus,” I finally managed to gasp out. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
The poppers were making my head spin, intensifying every touch, every vibration. I felt like I was floating in a sea of pure ecstasy, the water around me seeming to pulse in time with the sensations coursing through my body.
“That’s it, Ethan,” Marcus encouraged. “Let yourself feel everything.”
I groaned, realizing this was only the beginning. The sound continued its relentless exploration, pushing me to new heights of pleasure I never knew existed.
I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a guttural moan as the sound pushed even deeper. It felt like every nerve in my body was on fire, electrified with pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” I panted, my breath fogging up the inside of my helmet. “It’s… it’s touching my…”
Before I could finish, a new sensation exploded within me. The anal sheath, which had been relatively dormant until now, suddenly came to life. It began to vibrate and move, pressing against my prostate from behind.
“Jesus Christ!” I cried out, my body trembling with the dual stimulation.
Marcus’s voice was thick with excitement as he spoke through the comm. “That’s it, Ethan. Let it take you. How does it feel?”
I struggled to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. The combination of the urethral sound and the anal sheath, both stimulating my prostate from different angles, was overwhelming. The poppers in my system amplified everything, making me feel like I was about to explode with pleasure.
“I can’t… I can’t…” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily in the water. “It’s too much. I’m gonna…”
“Not yet,” Marcus commanded, his voice firm but encouraging. “Hold on, Ethan. Ride it out.”
I gritted my teeth, fighting against the rising tide of my impending orgasm. Every muscle in my body was taut, quivering with the effort of holding back. The suit seemed to sense my struggle, adjusting its stimulation to keep me right on the edge.
“Marcus,” I pleaded, not even sure what I was asking for. “Please…”
Marcus’s seductive whispers echoed in my ear, urging me to embrace the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body.
The rebreather pumped another dose of poppers into my breathing system, intensifying the sensations as I groaned in ecstasy.
My hips bucked uncontrollably as my ass gripped tightly on the vibrating anal probe and the urethral sound sliding up and down inside me, jacking me off inside my dick.
The combination was too much and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a primal scream, I released myself completely, shooting thick clouds of cum into the surrounding water.
Everything around me faded away as my mind was consumed by the intense pleasure, my body trembling with each wave of ecstasy.
When it was over, Marcus’s voice remained low and soothing as he praised me for breaking records – the complete team suddenly appearing behind the glass walls of the pool applauding frantically.
I could only smile in blissful satisfaction, grateful for this new world of pleasure that had been opened up to me thanks to Marcus and his team.