By Mister-X / Spartan

“It will look awesome!”

“I agree. It will look awesome. But you will feel like you’re in a sauna.”

“I don’t care. I want to do it.”

“Okay. But once you’re in that, you’re not coming out until the event is over. Understood?”

“I’m willing.”

“You always say that beforehand, but after a few minutes you want out. I’m not letting you out until the event is over.”

“Okay. Agreed. Just keep me in what I’ve told you I want to be in.”

“I’m also going to put you in that the first thing in the morning for you to adjust while you’re at home. The weather forecast is for a hot day.”

“In that thing I’ll be hot no matter what the temperature is.”

“That’s for sure. You’d better make sure you’re well hydrated with liquid beforehand.”

“I will be. I can piss in that dry suit.”

When the morning of the event arrived, after Willy had gotten up, taken care of his morning ablutions, including shaving his head, he had breakfast, making sure to drink a lot of water. Afterwards his partner Ben started putting him in the thick neoprene dry suit. He had first sprinkled baby powder inside so that it would slide on. First in were the feet. They went in through the opening at the shoulder. It was always difficult to get them to fit into the foot part of the dry suit. It wasn’t that hard to get them to the bottom, but the last part was difficult to pull up around the heels of Willy’s big feet. Finally, with both of them working on it, Willy’s feet fell into place.

After that it was easy to get the suit up to the shoulders. Next in were the arms. These were the next difficult part. This was where the baby powder was needed most, since Willy’s arms were wider than the sleeve openings. Finally the left arm popped out through the rubber opening at the end. With more struggling, the right arm popped out through the rubber opening. Then it was time to bring the top part of the suit over Willy’s head. Willy ducked his head down, and they worked the high, tight rubber neck covering over his head. Finally his head popped through. Or at least, most of it did. Part of the rubber neck part covered his mouth, since it was higher than Willy’s neck.

Ben zipped up the back to complete the enclosure. Willy was already starting to get hot. He stuck his head up as high as he could get it to get the neck covering off his mouth. Ben was already waiting with the rubber ball gag to strap over his mouth. With this in place, Ben got the roll of duct tape and proceeded to cover the ball gag with tape. Around and around Willy’s head he put the tape, yanking it tight with each pull. At the back of Willy’s head it went around the suit’s neck covering.

Finally Ben was satisfied that Willy couldn’t get any air through his mouth. He also didn’t want to hear Willy’s whining about wanting out. Ben got out the knee-high boots and put them on over the bottoms of Willy’s feet. These were extra large boots to be able to fit over the suit. Then was the task of lacing them up. Over and over, through one hole after another, the two laced up the boots. After they were on, they each tightened the laces. Finally they were on tight enough and they tied off the laces. Ben got the neoprene gloves for Willy to put on his hands, since Willy didn’t need to use his hands anymore.

Over the boots Ben brought out the wide ankle shackles. He locked one on each ankle. They were a tight fit, but Ben was able to push them tight enough to be able to fit the padlocks through. There was a foot long chain between. After this Ben got two ankle to wrist cuffs. Willy saw what was next and bent his arms behind his back to bring each wrist as close to his opposite elbow as he could. Ben ratcheted one of the ankle cuffs to Willy’s arm above the left elbow, pulled Willy’s right wrist closer to his left elbow, and ratcheted the attached wrist cuff. Next he did the same to the right elbow and the left wrist. Willy’s arms were locked together behind his back, his arms parallel.

Next was Willy’s rubber hood. This had little pin holes only at the nostrils. He fit it over Willy’s head, making sure that the nose holes lined up with his nostrils. Then he zipped it down the back. He started pulling the strings tightly through the metal rings in the back. He pulled them as tight as he could, especially around the neck, knowing that they had to be tight in order to get the three-inch-high metal slave collar to shut closed. He tied the strings off.

Ben got the three-inch-high metal slave collar and locked it around Willy’s neck. With the dry suit’s rubber neck covering and the rubber hood covering underneath, the collar was quite tight. Ben had to push it tighter before he could lock it shut after Willy had lowered his head down. Willy let out a gasp when Ben did this.

“I told you this would be really tight. Are you okay with this?”

Willy nodded his head up and down as best he could. Ben next got a chain and locked it to the back of Willy’s collar. He lowered it down and around Ben’s two arms, pulling Willy’s arms up and his head back until Willy’s head was forced to look a little higher than parallel. Then he locked it. Willy would now not be able to lower his head. It was what Willy had wanted done. With Willy’s head forced up and back, his neck muscles had tightened and the collar was even tighter than before. He was having to force his breathing through his nostrils.

Ben locked a chain to the front of Willy’s collar. It was what he would pull him by. Ben pulled Willy up to put the leather corset on. He had Willy step into it so it could be pulled up loose to the waist. Then Ben started pulling the strings tight. He told Willy to suck his gut in, and pulled the strings tighter. Finally Ben was satisfied. Willy was now dressed and ready to be pulled around the event. But they were still about two hours from leaving in order to get there just when it opened. It was time for Willy to get adjusted to all this before getting out into the hot sun.

Ben pulled Willy over to their overhead chain and attached the chain to it that he would be pulling him by. He pulled Willy’s ankles together and locked them. Willy wasn’t going to be moving from this position before they were ready to leave. Ben made sure that Willy had gotten his breathing adjusted before he left him to go take care of cleaning the breakfast dishes and getting dressed himself. He knew that he was also going to be quite hot walking around in what he was going to be wearing. But he also knew that what he was going to be putting up with was nothing compared with what Willy was going to be putting up with.

Ben was finally ready to take Willy out to the car. Ben was dressed in his skin-tight leather pants, knee-high boots laced over the bottoms of his pants, skin-tight shirt with tie, black leather double breasted motorcycle jacket zipped up part way over the shirt, leather gloves, and leather cap. His Ray Ban dark glasses completed the look. All were polished to a high-gloss. On the back of his black jacket were the letters ‘master’ in white tape. On the back of Willy’s red dry suit were the letters ‘slave’ in black tape.

Before pulling Willy out the room, he quietly walked up to Willy and yanked the corset strings tighter. This got a gasp out of Willy. Ben wrapped the other end of the chain around his hand and started pulling Willy out. He would alert Willy to any step or obstacle of any kind, since Willy couldn’t see, let alone look down. Ben finally got Willy situated in the car seat and put his seat belt on. He got into the driver’s side and started up.

The drive was only a couple of miles. It was a Sunday, so the meters were not enforced. Parking was starting to get filled up, even at this early time, before the event was even open. He got the car parked as close to the event as he could, and got Willy out of the car. Chain in hand, a leather riding crop in the other, he started walking Willy to the entrance. He had timed it to get there when the event opened.

Ben paid for the two of them, giving the guy at the entrance the required ‘donation’ to enter. There were very few people here at this early hour. But it gave Ben a chance to see the various booths that had been set up. Even at this early hour, they would be asked to stop for someone to take their picture, both front and back, sometimes posing with his riding crop poised over Willy as if to hit him with it. Ben had been to this event before, and knew that the show was a lot of the fun.

Ben met a few of his friends on his walk, and would stop to visit with them. Part of going to the event was the fun of visiting with friends. A lot of them would have another, or others, with them, also dressed up. But no one was dressed in anything near as hot as Willy was. They all had more sense than to do that. It was already starting to get hot, and would get a lot hotter as the day progressed.

Ben asked Willy, “are you okay so far?”

Willy yelled, “Too ha. I on ow,” which was barely audible through the gag and tape.

“You want out? No. I told you before that you will be staying in that all day.”

As more people arrived, the frequency increased at which Ben was asked to pose for someone to take a picture. Ben tried to get into the shade, as much for himself as for Willy, since he was starting to sweat in the heat, but the picture takers wanted them out in the sun for their picture. There was only so much that Ben was willing to put up with. Ben recognized some of the picture takers from previous events and from various internet sites, and was always willing to accommodate the old pros.

In his earlier wanderings Ben had decided which booth he would be having lunch at. As per prior agreement, Willy was not to have any food or liquid during the event. It would have been too difficult to remove the collar and the hood to get access to his mouth. Ben ordered and paid for his lunch and took Willy over to a place in the shade for him to eat. Willy’s neoprene suit was already starting to show darker patches from where the sweat was coming through.

The crowds had come in full by the time Ben had finished lunch. It was difficult to walk around. They would be stopped every few steps to have their picture taken. Plus people would get between Ben and Willy, making it difficult to keep the chain taut. This was the time that Ben liked least, when the crowds were so thick that it was difficult to move around. Ben headed for one of the nearby stores to go into to meet some of his other friends. But even here the crowd was so thick that it was difficult to move around. He finally left the store. He could see his friends inside, but couldn’t even walk to them.

Back out on the streets, he would occasionally meet one of his friends, sometimes one he’d visited with earlier. They would talk about this year’s event, the various other people they’d seen, the various get-ups. And people would come by to get their picture. There were some activities going on at some of the booths, and Ben wanted to see what was happening. There was a large crowd gathered around, but he was able to see the action from a distance.

One of the people in the booth knew Ben. After the show was over for that half-hour, he came over to Ben and said, “can we borrow Willy for the next show?”

“It depends. What will you be doing to him?”

“We attach guys from the audience in an ‘x’ and start paddling them. The guys we’ve done it to so far have been naked. Willy would be the first who would be dressed in neoprene. He shouldn’t notice the paddling much in that thick suit.”

“What do you think, Willy? Want to do that?”

Willy shook his head back and forth.

The guy addressed Willy. “There’ll be lots of pictures taken of you. You’ll be shown on a lot of sites. Isn’t that what you came here for? What do you say?”

Willy thought about it. He finally nodded his head up and down.

Ben was surprised that Willy was willing to do that. It would mean unlocking his arms and chain to the collar, as well as the corset. Then Ben realized that Willy probably wanted some relief from the position his arms had been in. He realized that this was probably the reason Willy was willing to agree to it.

The two went over with the guy to the pavilion that had been set up. They got into the shade. When it was getting to be time for the next show to begin, Ben unlocked Willy’s arms and attachment to the chain, but left the chain attached to the collar. Willy let out a sigh and started flexing his arms. But he didn’t have much of a chance to do that, since the guy immediately pulled Willy out onto the stage by the chain and started attaching him in the ‘x’. There was also an overhead chain that he attached the chain at the back of his collar to. Willy was spread out and couldn’t move much at all.

A couple of beefy guys came out and walked up to Willy. One of them said loudly for the audience to hear, “well, looky here. This slave’s master loaned him to us to help with his training.” As he said this he turned Willy to show the audience the word ‘slave’ on his back. “His master says that he’s been difficult today, wanting out of his suit. Apparently he’s not hot enough. Let’s warm him up a little.”

They soon started hitting Willy with paddles, one on the front and one in the back. They didn’t hit him too hard at first, but soon got to hitting him as hard as they could. The loud whacks were clearly audible in the loud noise of the event. After a few minutes of this, they started rubbing the spots that they had hit. Willy would wince when they did that. Several cameras were videoing the goings on.

“I didn’t hear him complain, so apparently he can take more.” They didn’t let on that Willy was gagged and couldn’t complain loudly. They continued their beating. Willy was yelling as loud as he could, but the audience couldn’t hear him. There was so much noise that his muffled yells were drowned out. Finally they stopped and started rubbing the spots that they hit. Again, Willy would wince when they did that.

“Let’s hear a round of applause for our volunteer. You could clearly hear the sounds of impact, but you couldn’t hear any sound of complaint from him.” There was clapping from the audience as Willy was released from the ‘x’ he’d been put in and taken to the back. Soon another guy was dragged out. This guy was bound and gagged, naked, and was not wanting to be brought out. That brought about some catcalls and yells from the audience.

Behind the stage Ben put Willy back into the restraints he’d been in before. Willy was still moaning from the beating. Ben said, “you looked great out there. I bet you’ll be up on a number of sites soon.” At this point Willy didn’t care.

“I ON OW!”

“You’re not getting out until the event is over. We agreed on that.”

“Plee?”

“NO!”

Ben started walking Willy around the event again. He was annoyed at Willy’s whining. As soon as he emerged from the stall several people wanted to get pictures of them. Being featured in the stall had made more people aware of them. Ben again was asked to pose both him and Willy in various positions. Ben was willing to accommodate. Willy was less willing. He wanted to get out of his dry suit. He was tired of this. Ben had to use some muscle to get Willy to cooperate.

The event went on for a few more hours. The crowds started dwindling as the heat started dissipating. It was getting harder for Willy to walk as the moisture was gathering in his feet, and he started balking at walking any further. Sometimes Ben had to force him to move. Finally the event was over and Ben led Willy away and into his car. Ben drove back to their home. He guided Willy up the steps and into their home. He took Willy over to the overhanging chain and attached him to it, bringing his ankles together and locking them together. Willy was protesting.

Ben said, “I told you that if you wanted to be in that, you would be in it for the entire event. We were just there one hour when you wanted out. And several more times you said you wanted out. Just for that, you’re staying in it for the rest of the day.”

“NO!”

Ben walked away and got out of his clothes. He was hot from all the walking around in that heat. He enjoyed the event, as he always did, enjoyed seeing friends, enjoyed posing for pictures. But Willy had started getting on his nerves. After he had gotten out of his leathers he took a shower. Afterwards he got some comfortable clothes on and started fixing dinner. He fixed enough for them both. He didn’t plan to keep Willy in the dry suit and restraints for the rest of the day, but wanted him to think that he did.

As dinner was getting ready, he came out to Willy and started removing the restraints from him. With the rubber hood off, as well as the duct tape and rubber ball gag removed, Willy was finally able to get some relief for his face. His face was covered in sweat. Ben had some water ready for him, knowing that he would be dehydrated. He drank the first full glass that was given to him. With the cuffs removed from his arms, he could start to flex them. He poured himself another full glass of water to drink. With the collar off, he could start to get out of the dry suit. It took both of them to get that off, Ben periodically checking on how dinner was coming.

The suit came off easier than it went on, since it was soaking wet. As soon as it was off Willy took it into the shower with him. He started up the shower and washed both him and the suit. After he was out he got dressed in some clean clothes. When he came out dinner was ready, and Ben had already started eating. Willy joined him at the table. Ben had put a pitcher of water next to Willy, as well as a glass. Their master-slave relationship wasn’t the type that required Willy to eat out of bowls on the floor.

When they had finished it was Willy who cleaned up the dishes while Ben went to the internet to see what pictures had been uploaded of the event. He found a number of them which showed them, including a couple of videos. When Willy had finished the dishes he joined Ben to see what had been uploaded. Willy had been unable to see, so he was seeing things for the first time. He finally said, “we looked awesome!”

“So it was worth it, then?”

“Yeah! I can’t wait for the next one. I’m going to have to come up with something to top this one. Maybe another in which I could wear this neat suit.”

Ben just shook his head back and forth. He knew that Willy would come up with some wild idea, insist that he be put into it, and then want out after about an hour. But that was Willy.

 

Metal would like to thank Mister-X / Spartan for this story!