By Rubrpig

Jonathon Wells stood looking out of the windows of his 58th floor office, contemplating the next few days that he finally decided to take off. As CEO of Wells Technology, the world leader in nano technology and Quantum Computing, he founded it right out of University and built into the multi-billion dollar tech giant which dominated these developing and strategic fields.

He needed some time off, so he decided to do so despite heavy pressure from his U.S.-based Director of Special Projects to participate in a series of conferences with the Department of Homeland Security about several new projects for the US division. His Special Projects Director had flown to Toronto to meet with him and try to get him to confirm his participation in the upcoming conferences.

He walked over to his desk and picked up the phone and requested his assistant to send in George Ransom, his special projects Director. George walked in with his assistants, and Jonathon groaned to himself, as he detested individuals who needed to be surrounded with assistants. Sitting down at the conference table set by the windows so the view of the city core of Toronto and Lake Ontario provided the backdrop to the office. Telling George to get to the point and why he should participate in these meetings. George asked for some documents and began to list the reasons why he was needed at the meetings. Losing patience, Jonathon asked the bevy of assistants to wait in the outer office, as he wanted a private word with their boss. Watching as they left, Jonathon turned to George and told him to cut the crap and hand over the files as to the real reasons.

George tried to bluster but finally handed over the files. Jonathon scanned the, files and the more he read the angrier he got. George was trying to tie the US division closely to the Dept. of Homeland Security by agreeing to fund and develop a new quantum computer based data surveillance system which would allow the DHS to have total access to any piece of data sent over any satellite or landline transmission system in the US. Looking up at George, Jonathon struggled to control his anger and gave his decision. Wells Technology would NOT participate and would NOT fund the development. Handing back the files, he bluntly stated that the projects were dead. He would not allow his company to participate in such a vast and obviously illegal project despite the assurances of the head of special projects of the DHS that it would be authorized.

George sat stunned and realized that all his work was just terminated and that his position was in jeopardy. He agreed with his employer’s decision and was thinking about any way he could attempt to resurrect the project and salvage his relationship with the DHS. George stood up and agreed to communicate the final decision and said he would have to head to Washington immediately to take care of the agreement termination and left.

Stunned by what he had discovered that his US division had been planning, he was glad to know that he had some time off scheduled as he needed to think of what to do with George and his unauthorized activities. Deciding to leave early, he informed his assistant that all the remaining appointments were to be rescheduled and walked into the bathroom/dressing area of his office. Stripping off his dark grey tailored suit and the dark blue shirt, he stood in front of the mirror and sighed. At 53, his flattop was more grey than dark brown but his body was in superb shape thanks to the 2 hours a day he spent working out with his personal trainer. His 6’2″ body was heavily muscled with broad shoulders, heavy pecs and a ripped 6 pac. His legs were heavy with muscle and he projected a sense of vitality and vigour. He picked up the heavy leather Dainese race suit and began to dress. Soon he was zipped into the red/black/blue Laguna Seca Evo race suit and then pulled on his black Sidi boots. Picking up his gloves and mat black helmet, he walked out of the office, said good-bye to his assistant and got on the elevator to head to the garage where his Motoguzzi was parked. Getting to his bike, he pulled on his helmet, and gloves, fired the engine and headed to his home. Riding through the heavy traffic, he felt better and decided he really did not have to feel guilty about taking the time off. Arriving home, he saw his trainer pull in right behind him. Parking the bike in the garage, he walked over, pulling off his helmet as he greeted his trainer, Adam, who was a member of the Canadian National Rugby team. The workout as usual was hard and intense, and finally soaked with sweat it was over.

Several days later, his assistant called to say that the Director of NASA wanted to talk with him. Despite being on vacation, Jonathan agreed to call and see what was wanted. It turned out that the Director had heard that he had taken some days off and wanted to invite him to visit the Johnson Space Centre in Houston and possibly discuss some projects of mutual interest. Being a lifelong self-professed space geek, Jonathon happily accepted. Logging into his favourite travel site, he quickly booked a flight and hotel in Houston. After informing his household staff of his departure in the morning, he quickly decided what to pack and packed his carry-on. Despite being a Billionaire, he did not travel by private jet and would not authorize the purchase of a corporate jet.

After making arrangements for a car to take him to the airport in the morning in time to clear US Customs and Immigration and make his flight, he relaxed and watched TV. Morning came and he left the house and got in the waiting car. Arriving at the airport, he checked in and walked to the NEXUS line and quickly cleared through Customs and security and walked to the departure gate. The flight was called and he boarded.

Arriving in Houston, he was greeted by the Director of NASA and taken to his hotel to check in. After checking in, dropping off his bag, they headed to the Space Centre. After a tour of the centre, they ended up in the Director’s office along with several of the various department heads. The Director handed over several project files, and discussions began on potential projects that Wells Technology and NASA could work on together to further the work of the astrophysics team, utilizing the data collected by the Hubble Space Telescope. After a productive meeting, Jonathon and Allan Rogers, the NASA Director, relaxed and chatted. Allan asked if Jonathon would like to experience something that very few people had. Intrigued, Jonathon asked what was the opportunity. Allan looked at him, smiled and said that it was obvious to him that Jonathon was a space geek and had a strong interest in gear. Allan laughed and said he had noticed his reaction when they were watching several astronauts getting readied to be lowered into the neutral buoyancy pool fully dressed in EVA suits. Looking directly at Jonathon, he asked if he would like to wear an EVA suit and experience time in the neutral buoyancy pool and the vacuum chamber.   Jonathon had to restrain himself from jumping up and down like a kid, and said that it would be amazing and a real honour to be allowed. Allan walked over and placed a call. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and after being told to enter, several men walked in and were introduced as suit techs. They would have to take measurements so the EVA suit could be prepared for him. The measurements taken, Allan arranged for Jonathon to be taken back to his hotel and to be picked up at 7 am to be brought to the Space Centre and taken to the Space Suit lab to be suited up and prepared for his training.

After Jonathon’s departure, Allan picked up the phone, placed a call left a message that all was arranged and the subject would be ready for pickup at 9am as arranged. Turning off the light, he left and headed for home, determined not to think about what he had just done.

After spending a restless night, Jonathon showered and got dressed and went downstairs to wait for the driver to come and take him to the Space Centre. The driver was waiting for him and they left. Jonathon was surprised by the driver’s appearance, as he was obviously extremely fit and muscular with a distinctive military appearance, but the thoughts quickly slipped from his mind as he thought about being put into a real spacesuit. Arriving at the Space Centre, and they had cleared security, the driver stopped outside of the building housing the space suit lab and training centre. The driver escorted Jonathon to the suit lab, where the techs from yesterday were waiting for him.

After stripping and putting his clothes, id etc into the locker as indicated, he walked over to where the techs were waiting. His cock was hard as he was sexually aroused by what was happening, and the techs smiled as they saw how aroused Jonathon had become. The techs told Jonathon to lie down on the table so they could begin preparing him. They pulled on rubber gloves and prepped Jonathon’s cock so they could insert an internal catheter. The disinfectant and lube used was cold, and Jonathon shuddered a little as his cock hardened even more as the techs handled it as they inserted the catheter and then inflated the bulb to lock it in his bladder. They quickly drained his bladder and clamped the tube. They told him that the tube would be connected to the urine collection system in the suit, a fancy name for a urine bag in the right leg of the suit.

After being instructed to stand up, they handed Jonathon an adult diaper. Laughing, Jonathon joked about the high tech nature of things at NASA and put on the diaper. The techs proceeded to attach medical sensors to his body so they could monitor his physical condition while suited. They finished by connecting all the leads to a connector block, which would be plugged into the suit. Picking up the cooling suit, they instructed Jonathon to put the suit on and zip it up. It was easy to put on as it was just like a set of long underwear only equipped with clear tubing, which would be filled with cool water to remove the heat from inside the suit.

After putting on socks, he was now ready to be put into the actual suit. The techs picked up the lower body of the suit and placed it on the floor and instructed Jonathon to sit down on the chair and work his legs into the suit and into the boots. He worked his legs into the heavy bulky suit and soon was in the lower section. Holding the suit up so he could walk, he followed the techs over to the top section, which was mounted on a frame. Telling Jonathon to kneel and move backwards till he was under the upper section of torso of the suit. He got into position and then was told to put both arms straight up and into the torso, working them into the sleeves of the suit. The techs told him that once his arms were in the suit he was to stand up and then force his arms further in and then lower them, which would force the suit further on him and allow him to stand up straight in the suit. Accomplishing this maneuver, Jonathon stood there in the suit as the techs worked on connecting the cooling system, urine collector, then sealing the lower torso of the suit to the upper torso.

Standing there as the final connections were made, Jonathon could feel that he was rock hard and dripping, knowing that he was actually in a space suit. The techs now helped him to put on the suit’s gloves and the over gloves. They then picked up the helmet, covered in the heavy white insulation cover, lighting systems and visors. One tech held the helmet as the other one put on the communication cap with the headphones and mic, connecting it to the communication port in the suit. Then the helmet was put on and lowered, then sealed and locked to the suit. The communications were turned on, along with the oxygen supply and cooling system. They told him that he was to brace himself as they were unlocking him from the suit frame that had supported him. They told him to lean forward slightly, as his centre of gravity was changed by the suit. He felt the suit disengage from the support frame, leaned forward to balance the weight. The techs told him to walk over to the recliner and sit down and lean back. The suit had to be check for pressure integrity and also he had to breath in pure oxygen for several hours before the suits operating pressure was achieved. Relaxing, he walked over surprised at the weight of the suit and how it restricted movement. He sat down and relaxed as the techs began all the tests. Finally completed, they instructed him to relax as it would be at least another hour before they could set the suit to its operating pressure, which was lower than normal atmospheric pressure so it would be easier to move in. He relaxed and decided to take a nap, as the sounds of the suit were actually very calming.

Several hours passed, the tech entered and woke him up. Telling him to stand up, they disconnected all the supply lines from the service/supply units to the back pack of the suit, lowering the pressure in the suit and switching it over to full internal operation. One tech picked up the phone and made a call to tell the person that the package was ready for pickup. The other tech finished checking the suit and told Jonathon that he was now completely sealed and independent of the earth’s atmosphere. Jonathon walked around, getting used to the suit. The techs removed their headsets and left the room, which puzzled Jonathon. And then the doors opened and a squad of fully armed Special Ops personnel poured into the room, fully armed with semi automatic weapons, back combat clothing, body armour and masked. They secured the room and surrounded Jonathon. They then opened the door to allow an older man in a suit enter and walk over to Jonathon. One of the Special Ops handed this man one of the tech’s headsets so he could talk with Jonathon.

The man put on the headset and walked over to stand and face Jonathon. The man looked at his reflection in the gold visor of Jonathan’s helmet. He began to speak. “Since you refused to meet with me Wells, we decided to come to you.” And yes, we set this up knowing that you would agree to be put into that suit. And it just makes controlling you and keeping you controlled that much easier. These men are going to escort you to a van waiting outside, which will take you to the air force base, where you, myself and your escorts and the “techs” who suited you will be flown to a secure base so we can negotiate your participation in a very special project. And in case you haven’t figured it out, I am Roger Atkins, the Deputy Secretary of the DHS.

And then just then, the door opened and in walked a smiling George Ransom. Taking the other headset, he told Jonathan that he should have agreed to come to the conference. It would have made it easier for him, but if this is what it took to get him there, so be it. Jonathan began to move away from the soldiers that surrounded him, but the suit restricted his movement and they easily prevented him from trying to get out of the room and away from them. The DHS Deputy Secretary smiled and told him that the suit was staying on and that if he wanted out he would have to earn the privilege. He was also told that the suit’s backpack would supply him with life support for 11 hours, but the suit would be recharged as required with power and oxygen. The DHS man indicated that to his team to pack up and move out. Six of the soldiers surrounded Jonathon and indicated with their weapons to move and they lead him out of the suit lab while the others gathered up his clothes, ID and other personal items. Another squad had already gone to the hotel, picked up his suitcase and checked him out. Shuffling at first, Jonathon moved awkwardly in the heavy suit. He needed to lean slightly forward to shift his centre of gravity and maintain his balance. With each step he got more and more used to moving in the heavy bulky suit and by the time he and his guards reached the waiting van he was moving easily in the suit. Stepping up into the van was awkward, but the soldiers assisted him. Indicating a large seat, he moved over to it while they strapped him into the seat. They closed the van door and the van’s driver pulled away. George and Roger exited the building and stood watching as the van pulled out. They got into the Escalade waiting for them and the remaining members of the squad acting as their protective unit along with the suit techs got into their vehicles. The last van contained all the necessary equipment and supplies to maintain the EVA suit their victim was sealed in for an extended period of time and the motorcade pulled out heading for the air base.

 

Part 2

 

Sitting watching and waiting in the suit watching and trying to figure out what to do next, Jonathan debated what he could do. The suit’s communication system had been turned off at the suit lab so when the motorcade of the transport van, the escalade and other support vehicles had cleared security at the airbase and drove into a large hanger, his guards unbuckled him from the seat and gestured with their weapons to indicate he was to stand and get out of the van. Stepping down he watched as the transport van and the suit support van were loaded onto the waiting Air Force C17 cargo plane. Once the vehicles were secured in the plane, the cargo team loaded the heavy seat which had been removed from the van and secured it in the passenger area of the plane. Gesturing with their weapons Jonathon walked over to the plane and slowly climbed the loading ramp and entered the plane. Moving to the seat he again sat down and was strapped in to the seat. The Special Ops team, suit techs and the Deputy Secretary of the DHS and George Ransom entered and sat down in the seats. The flight crew closed the loading ramp and the plane was prepared for departure, the engines started and the plane slowly left the hanger and moved to the runway for takeoff. Sitting there feeling the vibration of the plane through the heavy suit Jonathon wondered what was going to happen to him. Sitting there isolated he had no choice but to think and wonder. He watched as Roger and George talked, he wondered what they were talking about but he knew somehow it was about him and what they were preparing to do to him especially if he did not agree to fund the special project.

Closing his eyes he tried to sleep. Roger and George looked over at the suited figure, the gold visor preventing them from seeing the face of the man inside the suit. They were pleased that their plan had been successful so far and that no one seemed to be aware that they had successfully kidnapped and secured one of the wealthiest men in the world. They discussed how far they would need to go to get agreement and both decided that if necessary, life support was to be terminated and the suited individual was to be left in the suit to suffocate from the lack of usable oxygen. They got up and walked over to the officer in charge of the special ops team. This team was provided by a private contractor that specialized in jobs like this understood fully what their role was and would be more than capable of doing anything necessary to secure success of the mission. They discussed the plans for the meeting at the air base and that their role was for now to provide security for the two men who had hired them but also the man sealed inside the suit.

Jonathon sat dozing not saying anything as he could not be sure that the mic on the communication hat he wore was off so he felt it was safer to keep silent. He looked around at the hood and found what he was looking for, the suit’s drinking tube. Taking it into his mouth he drank until his thirst was satisfied. He knew from studying the design of these suits that the suit contained 4 litres of fresh water for the astronaut to use while working in space. He leaned back and heard the suits rustle as he shifted his weight. He watched the ernest conversation occurring between Roger and George and smiled knowing that they would not see it due to the visor being down.

He thought back to the call he received from the head of a specialized firm he owned the day after the confrontation with George at his office in Toronto. One of the investments he had made through a private holding company was a specialized security firm Talon Oversite. This firm provided specialized special ops teams for missions that the governments did not want to use military personnel for. Sean Grant the founder of Talon called him to advise him that Talon had been hired to provide the personnel for a mission which was directed at him. They agreed to an action plan which would put Jonathon in full control of the situation without the conspirators realizing it.   Watching now as it seemed to unfold as it should, he was smiling knowing that he was in no danger as the Talon team would intervene to secure him and remove him safely.

Feeling the plane change its angle, he realized that the C17 was in descent and preparing for landing. The plane descends and he watches as everyone returns to their seats and strap in for landing. The plane descends rapidly and it is obvious that it has priority clearance. The plane lands and taxis and finally the plane stops. The special ops team assigned to him unstraps him from the seat and motions him to stand up. He obeys and watches as the cargo ramp lowers. The cargo handlers unchain the vans and they are started and moved down the ramps and into position behind the plane. The guards indicate he is to move and he slowly walks down the ramp carefully. Exiting the plane he moves away from the plane and stops waiting for further instructions. His guards indicate the van and he walks over to the van and when the doors have been opened and his special seat reinstalled he climbs in and takes his seat again and they strap him in. The rest of the guards, including Roger and George get into more vehicles which have arrived to pick them up and the motorcade moves off and leaves the air field. They are moving to the secured underground command centre which had been built for Norad under Cheyenne Mountain. The base was decommissioned and taken over by the DHS for the purpose of converting it to house the proposed Quantum based monitoring facility he was being told to build for them.

When the van finally stops and the guards stand up and release him from the seat then indicate he is to get out of the van. Exiting the van he finds himself standing at the end of a long tunnel and realizes that he is underground. The guards wait for the rest of the team along with Roger and George to assemble and then they move out and head into the facility to the conference room which was setup to handle the discussions that were going to take place and to provide for the suits charging systems.

The group walking ahead of him paid no attention to the figure in the spacesuit walking along as fast as the suit would allow. The team assigned to him surrounded him to insure that no one from the facility came close to the man in the suit. The staff of the facility walked past staring at the astronaut walking down the hallway.

Entering the specially equipped conference room, the guards indicated that he was to sit down in the indicated chair.

The communication system of the suit was activated and the conference began with the DHS putting forward the design specifications and requirements for the new facility. Between Roger and George they outlined the expectations and the responsibility of Wells Technology.

He listened patiently to the presentation and occasionally asked questions. Then he asked them why they believed that kidnapping him and trying to force him to agree would actually succeed. Stunned they replied that unless he agreed and signed the agreements, they would instruct the guards to turn off the life support systems of the suit and let him die. It was as simple as that they both clearly stated. I smiled to myself and sat back and waited. Suddenly, the doors opened and more of the Talon special ops teams forced their way in followed by the Secretary of Homeland Security. I sat there and laughed at their reactions.

 

Part 3

 

The Secretary of Homeland Security sat down beside me and asked for one of the headsets. He put it on and asked me if I was ok. I replied that I was just fine. He then looked at Roger and George and told them that everything had been known since the day after the call inviting Mr. Wells to NASA came. Mr. Wells had informed the President and himself by secure video conference and it was decided to let the whole scenario play out as they all knew that no harm would happen to Mr. Wells.

Roger and George blustered and demanded to know how I found out. I laughed at that point and happily disclosed the fact that I owned Talon Oversite. They slumped in their chairs and knew there was no way of denying or spinning this now. They looked at the Secretary and asked what was going to happen to them. The Secretary informed them that they would be taken by Talon and flown to the black ops facility in Kurdistan and held there for interrogation. They went into shock and tried to struggle but were taken by the Talon team, cuffed and removed from the room. That was the last I would see of both of them.

The Secretary told the suit techs to get me out of the suit. I told them to stop and asked for a private meeting with the Secretary. The Secretary told everyone to clear out and leave their headsets so we would be private.   I asked the Secretary once we were alone for a favour. He agreed and asked what the favour was. I told him that I wanted to remain in the suit for the next few days under the protection and monitoring by the suit techs and the Talon team assigned to me. He agreed and then I asked if I could be returned to NASA and spend the time in the suit either underwater training pool or in the vacuum chamber. He asked why and I raised my visor so he could see my face and he saw that I was blushing as I explained that I always wanted to wear a real space suit and this was my chance to make sure I got the full experience. He agreed on the condition that I would allow the techs full control and that I would at least be fed twice a day while in the suit. I agreed to the terms and I stood up and shook his hands. The heavy gloves were awkward but it was important. The techs and the security team escorted me from the room and we returned to the air base for the return flight to Houston.

I spent the next 6 days in the suit either in the neutral buoyancy pool training in weightlessness or sealed in the vacuum chamber. The only times the suit was opened was to remove helmet to feed me or change the water feed. Otherwise I lived and slept in the suit.

After my time was up and the suit was removed, I received a call from the President. He told me that the suit I had worn was now my property and all the equipment necessary for maintaining and charging the suit as well. Since the Talon team was already trained in the maintenance of the suit, I had the techs to hand at all times when I wanted to spend time in the suit. I thanked him and made plans with Talon to have all the equipment and the suit shipped to my home in Toronto.

I am happily living at home and I spend just about every weekend sealed and suited in my space suit. I still get hard when the suit is put on and sealed…