Today my ultimate bondage fantasy will be realized. I am standing in the workshop of this custom body armor fabricator. Laid out on his workbench are the pieces of my new suit of steel armor that he has made to measure for me. It has been designed so that my entire body will be fully encased in the heavy steel, which will be bolted and locked on me, impossible for me to remove. He will keep control of the keys.
I am wearing a thick neoprene wet suit, gloved booted and hooded, my cock and balls hanging outside the suit thru an opening, there is another opening centered over my butt hole. The suit is already quite warm on me. He begins the process of enclosing me in the pieces of the steel suit. First he places the lower leg pieces on with attached steel feet, snapping them closed and bolting them together. then the upper legs and knee cups are attached and secured around my thighs snug up to my crotch. He then picks up the largest and heaviest pieces designed to cover me from my crotch to my head. This piece consists of a breast plate and front crotch/chastity part hinged in the crotch to a butt enclosing back plate that forms into a helmet covering the back of the head. There is a hole left in the butt piece that will align with the butt opening in my wetsuit. The front and back half’s to be joined together at the shoulders and down each side.
Holding this open for me I step into it as he lifts it up my body, the cold steel pressing snugly against my exposed cock as he closes it around me. The back of my head fitting tightly into the half helmet. The weight of the steel begins to feel ponderous on me. I am really heating up now. He slowly bolts the torso pieces together, locking them on. I am now ready for the final coverings, the arms with attached mitts and shoulder caps. These pieces I slide my arms into, my hands now confined in flexible steel mitts. The shoulder caps are bolted and locked to the torso breast/back plate so that now I am entirely covered and locked in the heavy steel suit. The last item remaining is the front half of the helmet/head covering. He takes this and placing it over my face joins it to the back half bolting it closed. The only openings in it are several small eye holes and a mouth hole.
I am now helplessly locked into this very heavy suit at least 75 lbs, now very hot, and difficult to move in. The now one-piece torso, crotch, head covering prevents me from rotating my upper body or bending at the waist, I can’t turn or move my head. I can slowly walk around, but movement is restricted by the crotch to thigh joint, and while I have some movement of my arms the shoulder caps are preventing me from lifting them high enough to reach my mouth opening or rotating them much. As a test of my movement, he helps me to kneel down then orders me to stand back up. I am really struggling and almost fall over but I manage to do it but I am now breathing heavily and sweating, the weight of the suit is very oppressive.
He now shoves a hose in my mouth and water begins to flow as I eagerly swallow it. Removing the hose, he shoves a rubber gag into my mouth somehow fastened to the helmet preventing me from spitting it out. He asks me if I am ok but all I can do is grunt.
“I’ll be back in 24 hours to see how you are doing and you will get some water then, but you are going to have to get use to that suit as you will be in it for a long time.” I am frantically grunting and I try to grab him as he starts to leave, he angrily gives me a shove and I stumble backward and fall heavily to the ground. I am thrashing around helplessly trying to get back on my feet as the door slams behind him and I hear the lock click closed.