By rts
As I sat there cooling down in that spring I began to feel the water leaking into my suit through the rear zipper. This felt good so I reached down for the pull tab on my crotch zipper and fumbling for a grip in my thick gloves I managed to slide it open and lowered my butt into the water so that it could flow around my overheated balls and down into my legs filling the boots. I lifted each water filled leg letting the water wash out the accumulated sweat. I did this several times, then I turned around and lay down with my head downstream to the water flow and enjoyed its coldness as it began to fill the torso and arms of my suit.
The water washed away much of the external mud that had coated me the wet rubber shinning and when I stood up lifting my arms the water poured from my un-zipped crotch washing out the rest of the sweat that had been trapped inside. Stepping out of the stream I sat down and again lifted each leg high making sure all the water drained out then I closed the crotch zipper. I knelt down and drank as much water as I could, then filled both buckets. I had an idea as to how to deal with this ball and chain on my return through the mud hole. I took the chain between my legs up my chest and passed it looped around my neck, the 20 pound steel ball hanging down in front. My stiff posture collar offered some protection but the full weight of the ball and chain pressed on my shoulders painfully. I would have to be careful with my balance as I struggled through that mud carrying the two pails of water (another 30 pounds).
The cool water had cleared my hood’s fogged up lenses so I could see my way across the bog to pick a route where the mud was less churned up and deep. I managed to slowly work my way through the mud without sinking too deeply or falling, just a steady pace resting the weight of each pail on the mud as I pulled each boot free. The ball and chain getting heavier each step and digging into my shoulders. My balls cruelly enduring the weight and confinement of their steel container. When I finally got free of the mud I had to drop the ball and chain to the ground and drag it behind me as I worked my way back to the cabin.
By the time I reached it my body was again hot with sweat and I could hardly see through the steamed up lenses. I managed to get most of the water back and after a short rest I began cleaning the sweat, piss and cumm from his catsuit. I enjoyed handling it picturing the man who had just worn it and who would be back for me at the end of this week. Eager to help him get back into it. As these thoughts began to arouse me I was painfully reminded of the steel chastity container preventing a full erection. I hung his suit up from the cabin’s rafters to dry out and went looking through his duffel bag for the talc. The bag was filled with a variety of gear.
There was the straight jacket and ball gag he had strapped me in last night, some body harnesses, wrist and leg restraints both leather and steel, an inflatable gag and butt plug, an enema kit with attached butt plug, two gas masks with breathing hoses, a shoulder entry catsuit with attached feet, gloves and hood and a black Aquala drysuit. There also was a pair of Hip boots and a hot looking pair of knee high lace up rubber boots. I found the talc and rubber lube, also some polish. I took the can of talc and one of the gas masks.
I pulled the mask on over my hood and took its breathing hose and fit it inside my crotch zipper, forcing myself to breath my own sweat. My breathing became laboured and I could feel my suit clinging tightly to me as I breathed in. Enough air was leaking past the zipper but I had to work at it to get enough. I continued to wear it as I attempted to light a fire in the wood stove to heat up some food. I had to stomp around the cabin dragging the heavy ball and chain across the floor as I got some kindling and wood together, the sounds of the flapper valve in the gas mask intense as I gulped in each breath. After about an hour I managed to get the stove going and found a can of stew to add to the left-overs in the pot. I also found some beer.
Pulling off the mask I opened a bottle and took a long pull of its warm contents as I waited for the pot to heat. I was feeling pretty beat standing there in this heavy gear, now all hot with my sweat feeling slimy as I moved aroud, my head and neck itching in their rubber prison, my weighted balls and restrained cock painfully swinging with each of my movements. “This is going to be one tough week and there is nothing I can do about it” I thought to myself feeling so helpless in my dispair.
This is not quite what I had expected being left alone like this trapped in this miserable posture collar and the cruelly effective steel chastity container locked on my balls and cock and then he had to add this fucking ball and chain. I stood there, finished the beer and opened another.
To be continued …
