By Rubrpig

Part 1 – Capture and Storage

Alex woke up and stretched. He got up and walked to the bathroom and had a piss. Time for breakfast and coffee before heading to work. He walked downstairs to the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast cooking. His slave had as usual was up, as the time lock on its cell released it to prepare for its owner’s breakfast. He walked into the kitchen, his cock, eight inches soft, swung as he walked in yawning. His coffee and breakfast was ready and on the table waiting for him. The slave was kneeling in the corner head down waiting for orders. Alex ate his breakfast and relaxed over his coffee and read the paper that he had instructed the slave to fetch from the front step. Time to head to work. He headed back up stairs to shower and dress leaving the slave to clean up the kitchen. On his way out, he told the slave that he would be late returning this evening. He was to clean the house, prepare a cold supper for his owner and wait for him to return. The slave nodded to acknowledge the instructions and Alex headed for the garage and left for work.

The slave spent the day cleaning and maintaining its owner’s home and belongings. Its owner’s boots, shoes, and leathers were cleaned, polished and treated. The house was cleaned and everything was soon as its owner preferred it to look. Along the way it ate what it was allowed and drank water from its bowl to keep itself hydrated. It looked at the time and prepared the cold supper of roasted chicken and salad and put it in the fridge ready for serving. it then took its place in the corner of the kitchen to wait for its owner’s return. Waiting patiently, it slowly slipped into a light sleep but was startled by a sudden sound which seemed to come from the back of the house. it quickly got to its feet and went to check the house. it walked into the rear sunroom of the house and standing there were three men in racing leathers, boots, gloves and helmets. They were armed. The slave stopped and put its arms up to surrender to show them it would behave.

The men laughed and said that was easy. One of them shrugged off a back pack and pulled out a pair of coveralls and runners then tossed them to the slave and instructed it to put them on. They then put cuffs on the slave and pulled a spandex hood over its head and put on a heavy motorcycle helmet. They led the slave out of the house by the front door and walked to where they had parked their bikes. They helped the slave get on one of the bikes, recuffed its hands in front of it so it could hang on and they all mounted their bikes, started them and pulled away. The slave struggled to hang on and stay on the bike. It was not sure of how long they rode but eventually the bikes turned off the highway onto a gravel road and then slowed and stopped. The bikes were turn put on their kickstands, the riders got off and they helped the slave off the bike. They removed the slave’s helmet and the hood and told it to head for the boat house it could see on the far side of the property. The slave looked around as much as it dared and saw that they were at a cottage on the edge of a large bay of water. There was a boat house and dock large enough for large boats to dock at not just speed boats. It was scared and it obeyed its instructions given to it by the armed bikers. The group got to the boat house and entered. Instructing the slave to remain still they removed its cuffs and told it to strip and kneel while they got things prepared for it. The slave watched as the three men all wearing different suits marked with the Dainese devil logo, prepared equipment and what appeared to be heavy commercial dive equipment. They were finally organized and instructed the slave to stand up and move over to the table and lay down face up. The slave obeyed and once in position, two of the bikers injected lube and what smelled like disinfectant into the head of its cock.

They then ripped open a package and pulled out a coil of tubing it recognized as a catheter. They inserted the catheter tube into its cock and then pushed hard to get past the sphincter on its bladder. They then used a hypodermic needle to inject saline into the catheter tube to inflate the balloon which would lock the catheter into the slaves bladder. The tube was clamped off to prevent the slave from pissing. It was handed a suit like a set of heavy underwear along with socks and gloves. It put on the suit and noticed a set of cables hanging from the chest of the suit running to a connector.

They made sure that the catheter tube was pulled through the flap on the front of the suit. They then handed it a quilted suit with attached feet and a pair of mitts. Once this was on they made sure that the cables and the catheter tube were pulled through. They picked up a heavy black rubber bundle and unrolled it. The slave recognized it as a Viking drysuit and knew that it was a heavy military suit from the label that indicated HD1500 on it.

It was the heaviest drysuit Viking made for commercial/military use. The suit had a steel neck rink in an oval shape instead of the usual rubber hood. One of the bikers opened the zipper and instructed the slave to put the suit on and slave obeyed and soon had its legs and feet in place and was pulling the heavy rubber suit up. The bikers stopped it and connected the catheter tube to a connector inside the suit and removed the clamp but it still could not piss.   It continued to pull on the suit and then they connected the cable connector to a matching connector on the inside of the suits chest where the suits air intake valve was located then it worked its arms into the sleeves and the attached heavy rubber mitts usually used for cold water diving. Finally the bikers pulled up the neck of the suit as the slave worked his head into the neck ring. They zipped the suit closed sealing the slave into the suit.

Standing there watching the bikers prepare more gear, he had to admire their bodies in the heavy tight racing suits. The heavy leathers creaked as they moved and the hard shelled race boots creaked as they moved around. They continue to put gear on the slave, the heavy web harness and other equipment including several black cylinder shaped units which were connected to the port which formed part of the air inlet on the chest of the suit along with the air hose connected to the inlet until the only gear left was the dive helmet. They ordered the slave to sit down so they could put the helmet on it. They picked up the stainless steel Superlite 37 helmet and put it on its head and adjusted the padded hat, the earphones and then snapped the neck ring of the suit into the helmet ring and then swung the lock rings into place and sealed the helmet. They turned on the air supply and tested the helmet and the suit to make sure everything was properly sealed. One of them put heavy lead dive boots on the slaves feet and laced and strapped them tight. The other biker put heavy restraints over the boots.   Leaving it sitting there fully geared up as a commercial diver, 2 of the bikers stripped off their boots and leathers and began to put on wetsuits and scuba equipment.

it sat there watching through the faceplate of the helmet as the bikers started to strip down and put on wetsuits and scuba equipment. it realized that the equipment it had been put into was not just to keep it under control but it would be depending on it for survival. it wondered why it had been kidnapped, suited up like this? What was going to happen next. It shifted in the chair and it heard the rubber of the suit squeak over the sound of the respirator in the helmet as it breathed. It’s cock was hard despite the catheter in it as all this gear reminded it of its previous life as a determined gear head with a huge fetish for commercial dive gear and dry suits.

They turned around when they stripped off their hoods and pulled on full face masks. The third biker now turned on the communication system of the helmet and the masks told the slave to stand up and move to the diving platform hanging over the water. The slave and the two bikers in the scuba gear moved over and got on the platform and the remaining biker walked over to it and reached for the black cylinders hanging on the harness the slave wore and press several switches, and the slave immediately felt the inner suit begin to heat up as it realized that it was wearing a heated suit to prevent hypothermia. The biker walked over and turned on the winch and the platform began to lower. Once all three of the divers were fully submerged, they checked the suit of the slave and adjusted its air supply, forcing it off the platform it dropped to the bottom of the bay as the divers swam down along side it. When it landed on the bottom, the divers told the biker to turn on the lights and underwater floods turned on startling the slave as standing anchored to the floor of the bay was a steel frame.

The divers instructed the slave to move over to the frame and stand on the platform on the frame. The slave obeyed and mounted the frame as instructed. The divers quickly took its arms and padlocked the restraints to the frame and then its ankles. Taking a chain hanging from the top of the frame they slipped it through the handle on the top of the helmet, then snugged it tight padlocking it so it held the slaves helmet upright. The slave was now locked down under 30 feet of water fully dependent on its captors for its continued existence.

The divers moved off and watched as the slave struggled to test the restraints. They instructed the biker to turn on the gas and put it into the air supply. The gas would sedate the slave just enough to calm it down to keep it from struggling and damaging its suit. They had also opened the fitting on the suit so the slave could now piss. The biker came on the communication system and told the slave that it would breath in a mixture of air and a mild sedative to keep it calm. He also told it to stick its tongue out and it would find a drinking tube in the face mask of the helmet which would supply it with water. The divers ordered the lights turned off and swam back to the surface leaving the slave stored hidden away at the bottom of the bay.

The slave found the drinking tube with its tongue and took a drink trying to calm itself down. it stood there in the bondage frame swaying in the current. The mild sedative kept it from panicking as it stood there underwater totally dependent on the dive equipment it wore to keep it alive. The heated suit kept it warm along with the quilted suit so it was warm despite the chill of the water. it stood there listening to the sounds of the helmets respirator system and its own breathing. It wondered why this had happened and what it had done to deserve this. However, it slowly realized that it’s cock was still rock hard and dripping from what was the most intense bondage scene it had experienced. It again tested the wrist restraints and then the ankle restraints and it also tried to lean forward to test how much movement it had with its helmet. It realized that there was very little movement possible.   This was even more intense than the time it’s owner had put it in a full body plaster case and even covered it’s face leaving only a hole over its mouth to breathe through.   It also realized that it was totally hidden from the world and that only the 3 bikers knew it was there. There was some light filtering through the water and it realized that it must be morning and that it had taken most of the night to prepare it and get it into its storage frame.

It stood there finally relaxing somewhat wondering why it had been taken and stored like this. Finally it slept and after a while it woke up and the light was stronger so it could look around and see its surroundings. The fish in the area swam by to check out the strange object and it watch them. As the time passed, the light got less and less and soon it realized that it was totally dark and it slept again.

 

Part 2 – The Owner returns

 

Alex pulled into the drive of his home and triggered the garage door. After parking in the garage, Alex walked into the house fully expecting his slave to be waiting for him with supper ready. He was extremely surprised to discover that his slave was not waiting and calling for it, soon discovered it was not in the house. He grew angry wondering what the slave was doing and where it was. Checking the house he soon discovered the broken door in the sun room and finally noticed that things were not neatly arranged as normal. He finally realized that someone had broken in and for whatever reason the slave had taken off.

Looking around for any indication of what had happened, he noticed a tablet sitting on the table. He picked it up and turned it on. On the screen was a message for him. It instructed him to open the Skype app and call the sole contact in the list. He opened the app and selected the contact labelled Bikers. The call went through and it was answered. Staring at him from the screen was a heavily muscled biker in a Dainese racing suit, helmet and gloves. The biker told him to shut up and listen. He went on to tell Alex that they had captured his slave and taken it with them. It had been safely put into storage and would remain safe as long as Alex obeyed their instructions.

Alex angrily demanded to know who the fuck they thought they were breaking into his home and stealing his property. Did they really think they were going to get away with this? The biker just laughed and then unbuckled his helmet and pulled it off and removed his hood. Alex was stunned to see that the biker was actually his bookie, Carlo. Alex owed this man a lot of money and Carlo was getting impatient with Alex and his excuses. Carlo told Alex that he had 48 hours to hand over the money he owed or the slave would pay the price.

Alex was stunned and realized that Carlo was serious and that he now could lose his most expensive possession next to his house. He had paid a great deal of money at the slave auction for his slave and did not intend to lose that investment. Alex agreed to the terms and Carlo told him to call him the next afternoon at 3 pm to tell him if he managed to get the money to pay off his debt. Terminating the call, he turned just as the two divers surfaced and climbed out of the water. They pulled off their masks and asked if things were ok. Carlo smiled and told them that Alex had called as instructed and was now aware of what was happening.

The divers laughed and stripped off their equipment and dried off then pulled on their racing leathers and boots. Carlo had picked them from his crew to handle this operation especially as they were both certified Commercial Divers and they had access to the equipment that they needed to pull this off. Laughing they settled in to monitor the slave stored away under water. There were several underwater video cameras trained on it and its mic was kept live so they could hear anything it said.

The video feed showed it had stopped struggling under the influence of the gas mixture it was now being supplied with. The crew was satisfied with what was happening under water and relaxed, they grabbed beers and settled down in the boat house. Carlo had specially picked this cottage as it had this large boathouse and direct access to the deep water of the bay. The boat house was equipped with a rec space with a small kitchen, bathroom, a couple of bunk beds, flat screen TV so they did not have to move up to the cottage and they could remain here to monitor the slave.

The slave was worth a lot of money, the money that Alex owed him and he intended to collect it one way or another. He had a backup plan in case Alex did not come through with the cash. He had contacted a friend who had a connection with a slaver who was interested in buying the slave especially after Carlo had his crew send some pics of the slave to the slaver. The crew had managed to take several pictures of the slave as it worked in the back yard of Alex’s house.

Carlo and his crew crashed as the slave tried to understand what had happened to it. It had been taken, sealed in heavy dive gear, taken down and restrained deep under water. It closed its eyes and whimpered softly which was heard by the crew who laughed. It slowly struggled against its restraints and wondered what would happen to it. However, the fears were overwhelmed by the arousal it felt from being sealed in the heavy commercial dive gear. It had always wondered what it would be like to in this gear and underwater. It realized that its cock was hard as a rock and if he moved around its cock would rub against the quilted suit. It continued to rub its cock and it quickly blew a massive load of cum which hurt like fuck due to the catheter in its cock. It had groaned and screamed a little from the pain which brought a response from its captors. They told it to stop fucking around and be quiet.

Alex paced and paced trying to figure out what he was going to do. He had gotten an ego and thought he was the best poker player going but soon realized when the game went south and he ended up owing Carlo 100 grand. He headed to his home office and turned on his laptop. He went through his brokerage account and investment accounts and realized that if he liquidated several holdings he could just get the money. He suddenly stopped and wondered what actually would happen if he failed to pay up. Would Carlo actually dispose of the slave? He suddenly felt tired and decided to sleep on it.

The next day he decided to try and negotiate with Carlo and see what happened. The next day he waited till the time Carlo had told him and placed the call on the tablet. Carlo smiled as the tablet signalled a Skype call. He answered still wearing the heavy Dainese suit he had slept in. Alex tried to hard ball the discussion and Carlo shut him down and said that either the money was paid over by 5pm the next afternoon, or Alex forfeited the slave and Carlo would dispose of it as he saw fit. Then he made sure Alex understood that what that would mean. He told Alex that the slave had been stored somewhere it was totally dependent on Carlo for survival and all he had to do was turn off the power and the slave was done. Alex realized that Carlo was indeed serious. Carlo terminated the call but before he did he instructed Alex to call at 4pm to get the instruction on where to deliver the money then he terminated the call.

Alex stared at the tablet and decided he had no choice. The slave was totally dependent on Alex and despite the fact it was no longer a free man it was still a man and Alex was responsible for its current predicament. He got up from the table, and went to his office, logged into his accounts and began liquidating the selected holdings. Once the funds had been transferred to his bank account he called his banker and arranged to pick up the money at noon the next day. Then he grabbed a bottle of scotch and got drunk.

Carlo decided to have some fun with the slave. He and his crew had been spending the day filling the water supply for the slave with piss. They drained the bags of piss into the supply line which the slave was able to drink from. The slave had been drinking steadily and soon it was drinking the recycled piss, it choked and gagged from the bitter taste but it soon realized it was now drinking the bikers piss. It had no choice but to drink otherwise it get dehydrated. The piss was all that it would receive for the duration of its storage. The bikers enjoyed hearing and watching the slave as the realization that it was now just a piss recycling unit.

It hung there in the bondage frame deep underwater and wondered what was going on up on land and how much longer it would be held deep underwater. it passed out from exhaustion and simply hung there moving slowly in the current.

Carlo told his crew to suit up and dive down and check on the slave. They geared up and dropped into the water and headed down. They had Carlo turn on the lights and they moved up and checked on the slave. its eyes were closed but it was breathing as the regulator on the helmet regularly vented and they watch it for a while. They informed Carlo that the slave appeared to be ok and it was either asleep or passed out. He ordered them up and turned off the lights.

 

Part 3 – Rescue or Replacement?

 

Carlo and his crew spent a quiet day hanging out, monitoring the slave and then having a barbeque on the dock. Finally crashing into bed around midnight they slept till mid morning. They woke up and pulled on their leathers and boots. They readied for the drop. One of the divers approached Carlo and told him that they had been talking. They felt that Carlo needed to teach Alex a real lesson. They suggested something and Carlo decided they had the right idea. He looked at them and told them they would get a larger cut if they were successful. He picked up the tablet and placed a Skype call to the slaver. The slaver answered the call and they discussed the new proposal. The Slaver decided that it was doable and they agreed on a revised price. Carlo hung up and told his crew what their share was going to be. They smiled at each other and decided to proceed with their own plan as they had been listening outside to the conversation and knew exactly how much money Carlo was going to get from the slaver.

Alex woke up and staggered to the bathroom, threw up and realized he had really fucked up. Showering, he got dressed and headed to the bank to pick up the money. He walked in and asked for the manager. He provided identification, signed for the money and left. He headed back home and waited for 4pm to roll around and he placed the call. Carlo smiled and answered the call. He instructed Alex to drive to a nearby park and wait for his arrival. He would be watched to make sure no one followed him. They would then approach and collect the money. They would then tell him where and how to find his missing property.

The crew got ready and headed to the park on their bikes. Carlo waited at the spot he said he would be at while his crew got into position and got ready. It would take a lot of precision to carry out what they were planning but it could be done. Just before 5, Carlo heard a car approaching and it pulled up near Carlo’s bike. Alex got out and took a bag from the trunk and walked over to where Carlo sat on a table waiting. Alex handed over the bag, Carlo looked in the bag and said, there was a change of plans. I decided I want more. Alex moved fast and tried to grab Carlo but he felt a sudden pain and looked down and saw a tranquilizer dart in his upper arm. He felt the drug hit him and he slumped against Carlo. Carlo grabbed and held him up. The crew walked over and helped Carlo drag Alex to his car. One of them got in and drove back to the cottage and the other 2 bikers followed Once they had unloaded Alex, the biker drove the car back to the park, parked it and left the keys in it. Getting his bike, he headed back to the cottage.

While the biker was getting rid of the car, Carlo and the other biker cut off Alex’s clothes and proceeded to dress him in the heated suit and the quilted suit and prepped him just like they had done with his slave. By the time the other biker returned Alex was ready for the helmet. They put a bright yellow Superlite 37 on Alex, sealed it and tested everything. The bikers stripped off their gear and got into their wetsuits and dive gear. Carlo put the heavy canvas restraints on Alex once he had put on the heavy diver boots. They dragged Alex to the dive platform which was lowered with them into the water. Once submerged they took Alex down to where the slave was stored and put Alex up on the frame back to back with his slave. Once they had restrained him the someway as the slave, they hung the keys to the padlocks on a clip on Alex’s harness. They returned to the surface and climbed from the water. Carlo had already called the slaver and was told they would be there late tomorrow afternoon to pick up the packages and make payment.

They watched the monitor and realized that Alex had regained consciousness. They turned on the communications and informed Alex that he had been taken and stored along with his slave. They would remain in storage until their new owner arrived to claim his new property. Carlo told Alex that he had only himself to blame. You had to be made an example of. Teach any others what would happen if they tried to renege on their debts. Alex screamed and swore they should let him go. They had gotten their money. They could not do this as people would be looking for him. Carlo just laughed. He told both Alex and the slave that they were 30 feet underwater on the bottom of the bay. Who would look for them there? Enjoy your new life as a slave Alex. I am sure your slave will teach you how to be a good slave. Laughing he turned off the communications and left them in silence hanging in the bondage frame deep under water.

They celebrated and got drunk. The next day they hung out on the dock waiting for the Slavers boat to arrive. About mid day the ship entered the bay and dropped anchor. The divers came on deck along with their tenders and got ready to dive and recover the slavers new property from the bottom of the bay. The divers went over the side and swam down and unlocked the padlocks holding the 2 men to the frame and inflated their drysuits to make them buoyant and they broke surface and the crew hauled them aboard. They watched as the ship’s crew struggled with Alex as they stripped off his dive gear. They tasered and cuffed him to get him under control and then they dragged him below deck. The slave followed orders and went quietly below deck. The slaver had his crew use the ships zodiac to bring over the payment. The crew handed the heavy bags to Carlo along with all the dive gear from the two captives and headed back to their ship. Carlo checked the money and signalled it was ok. The ship pulled up anchor and headed out of the bay.

 

Part 4 – Double Cross

 

Carlo split the money with his crew and decided he would hang out at the cottage for a few more days. His crew said they were heading back to town. They packed their share into their back packs and got on their bikes. They rode off and soon stopped and doubled back and watched Carlo drink and pass out on the dock. They walked over to him, using the drug they had used on Alex. They stripped off Carlo’s leathers and proceeded to put him in the gear that had been used on the slave as he was about the same build. It took a while to work him into the heavy equipment and after a while he was geared up and ready to be taken down to the storage frame.

They suited up in their wetsuits and scuba equipment. Dropping the dive platform with Carlo on it into the water, they dropped over the side of the dock and pulled him off the platform and let him sink to the bottom of the bay. They followed him down and soon had him secured upright in the frame and fully anchored. They left him to recover and returned to the surface. They watched him on the video feed and when he started to struggle they turned on the communications. They laughed as they listen to the empty threats from their former employer firmly restrained at the bottom of the bay. They told him that they were not happy with the split and they were taking it all now. They also told him what was going to happen to him. The laughed and turned off the communications and picked up the tablet. They placed a call to the slaver and when he answered they explained what they wanted. The slave laughed and agreed to purchase Carlo. He informed them that he had always wanted to have Carlo as he was built and as hot as fuck. Carlo would be his personal slave once he was trained and properly broken in.

However, he would be unable to return for several days and would they consider a 1000 a day to monitor and insure that Carlo was safely stored. They agreed to the terms.

Carlo remained in silence at the bottom of the bay wondering what was happening. After a few hours he began to accept his fate. It was dark but at least during the day he could see around and at least see something but the darkness of the night was intense and suffocating almost despite the constant air supply. He also began to get aroused by the heavy dive gear he wore. He had always wanted to try this gear and had gotten hard when they had suited up the slave and Alex. He was constantly hard from all the gear. Finally, after 3 days the slaver’s ship arrived in the bay, and the crew watched as the ship anchored and the divers appeared suited up and went down to retrieve the package.

They returned shortly with Carlo and the crew armed with semi automatic weapons watched as the divers and their tenders got Carlo on board. They stripped off the dive equipment and took him below deck. The slaver appeared shortly after and handed a bag to the crew and instructed them to take it over to the dock. They got into the zodiac and headed over to the crew standing there waiting. They handed over the bag and the dive equipment and headed back to the ship. Soon the ship raised anchor and headed out to sea.

They called a buddy to come up and pick up all the dive gear. They packed up all the gear including the communication gear. The underwater video systems, lights and the bondage frame were left as they were. They cut the power lies and cables letting them drop to the bottom of the bay. They removed all traces of the dive equipment, and when their buddy arrived they loaded all the equipment into the truck to be returned to their employer dive company.

They also loaded Carlo’s black Yamaha R1 on to the truck along with the dive gear. They told their buddy who happened to be their diving tender at work, that the bike was his for all the work on getting the gear to the cottage and returning to the company they worked for. Pulling on their leathers and boots, grabbing their helmets, they walk over to their bikes kiss hard and head back to their condo in the city. Their lives just got better with all the money from the three slaves and with what they earned as commercial divers, they had a very happy future.

 

Metal would like to thank Rubrpig for this story!