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@rikskin101
Allright, let‘s get you all set for your breath control session 😈
I'm not against AI content as such - it's the curse of a rare fetish that makes me watch it - but this one is doing all the right things ... except for the dead head in the helmet which is just ... freaking me OUT!
Daylight? Nah - daylight's for wimps. Enjoy your eternal darkness while we play with your air.
What? Did nobody tell you that this first tryout dive lasts 24 hours? We hope you like the taste of copper, and the smell of sweat and stale piss!
This turns me on in so many different ways. The overwhelming constriction of the thick rubber suit; the sight of the helmet that will soon be locked onto my head; the promise of straps and chains to keep me restrained for longer than I think I can take (about 10mins for me, innocent that I am); the anticipation of hot piss pooling around my arse when my bladder can hold out no longer; the noise of breath and air; the fear of air - restricted ...
Diving classic heavy gear is a blast, definitely a change from SCUBA or modern surface-supplied gear. What’s not such a blast is when you have to sit with the helmet and weight on. That stuff is *heavy*. In the water it’s not bad, and due to buoyancy it can be nearly weightless - but sitting on the surface? Yeah, not so fun.
2025 Jan 10
"You're both gonna sit here until one of you admits to pissing in the Skipper's soup! I've got all day ..."
An innovative new method of torturing eager volunteers? I dare not think about what would dribble out if it was me being upended after several hours in the gear ...
Darren gets set up to dive the Desco "pot" hat on Sunday of the 2019 NEDEG Labor Day Rally. This classic free-flow helmet design is basic a
Some nice details in this vid about how to get your head sealed into a Desco pot. Also a nice shot showing how the big metal lump sits on the head - a small point of comfort during an extended garage dive?
Perverted things I learned at the weekend:
As much fun as it is to layer up in rubber, clambering into my Viking drysuit naked is a more intense sensual experience - especially after I seal the zip and squeeze all the excess air out of it.
Sweat inside the suit makes for an excellent lubrication - and it doesn't take long for the sweat to start pooling around my feet in the tastily tight bootees.
It's necessary to stay hydrated for the session's duration - we can't be running out of sweat after a few hours. Of course, excessive hydration will lead to a full bladder.
Piss is an even better lubricant than sweat! The longer the time spent in the suit, the more piss to play in.
I stayed sealed in the suit for about 8 hours. For a fair amount of that time I entertained myself with diving fantasies and rubber porn.
I also tried out several different ways to tease my cock through the heavy rubber. I fully intend to explore this part of the experience in more detail at the earliest opportunity!
Eight hours is not enough! When I ended the session I was still eager for more. I very much welcome suggestions from fellow perverts on what additional fun stuff I could spend doing during my next extended dry dive ...
One other thing I tried out was to slip my sweaty, pissy feet into my big diving boots early in the session. The boots fit over the drysuit like a marriage made in heaven!
Walking around in big boots helps generate a lot of additional sweat - more exercise like that might help me start losing that shamefully fat gut.
The boots stayed tied and buckled to my feet for just over three hours before my calves began to cramp after which, sadly, I decided to take them off and move on to other experiments.
One last thought:
Cumming in a sweaty, piss-filled drysuit after an extended cock-teasing session is ... wondrous! Especially as my bladder emptied itself (again) just as my jerking ended.
This is the image that finally pushed me over the edge. You're welcome!
Just a quick note for people who start following me and, instantly afterwards, message me with "tempting offers" to sell me diving suits and shit.
Sorry - not interested. After receiving 3 such offers in a week from 3 different accounts, I reckon you're all a bot scam looking to steal cash from sick perverts like me.
I got big boots, me. I don't need your scammy offers. Go blow your transistors or something similarly productive.
Cheeky little early birthday prezzie for me, from me. Old stock no longer required by the Dutch fire services.
That's a very tough zip across the back ... I may have to spend the entire night in my new pyjamas!
Three images guaranteed to blow my bollocks every time
... excuse me. You're welcome!
So here's the moment. The point of no return.
The promise is this: if you put your feet in the boots, you're in it for the duration. They'll pull the laces tight, strap each 20lb slab of lead to its foot and secure it with padlocks.
Remember the padlocks! The padlocks are the important bit.
Then they'll haul the 85lb belt over and stand you up before swinging it into your belly. You'll hold the whole weight on your hips as they work the buckles tight behind you, thread the "jockstrap" between your legs and pull it so hard you'd be on tiptoes - if you could bend your ankles ...
And there you will be. Rigged in full jock, committed to what comes next.
What comes next?
The dice. They come come before the helmet. Four cubes, one dot to six on the faces - nothing special about them; probably taken from a Monopoly set. You get to roll the dice across the bench you currently sit on.
Every dot is an hour in the diving rig. Roll a double, the double counts as double. Trebles treble. Et cetera, as they say.
You've done the calculations in your head already, working and reworking the numbers as they screwed the copper breastplate to the thick rubber-canvas dress. The least you can expect, on a 3-2-double-1 roll, is 9 hours of sweat and torment.
Roll four sixes and you'll be stuck in the suit for 96 hours. Four full fucking days! They laughed when you pointed this out as the rules were agreed. Said they'd remember to feed and water you as the days passed and the weight grew unbearable.
... What will you do?
There's safe words, of course. Say the word and the torture will stop, the helmet will be unscrewed and lifted away - for a while. But the boots, they have to stay on. The rules say they'll be padlocked onto your feet and the keys ... they're in a time-locked safe.
So here's the moment. The point of no return.
How keen are you to put your feet into these boots?
You know you don't have to slide your feet into the boots. There's no coercion here. You could joke with your mates, suggest they have a go in the suit - maybe they'll bottle it just like you. Or perhaps suggest an alternative game involving heavy antique diving gear - a bagging, for example, or a sweat race.
There's other boots around, too. Step into a pair of 13lb canvas boots and you could have a real dive, with water, in the little lake outside. Some of the guys have dived the gear before: walking around the bottom of the quarry lake like those old black-and-white heroes. They said it was great fun - which is why you are here.
Lots of possibilities: we're all friends together here ... yes?
Nobody would be stupid enough to keep a mate strapped and locked in a fucking diving suit for four fucking days!
How well do you know these people? I mean, they all sounded friendly as you chatted to them online. You've all shared details of your various fantasies; some even said they had met up before to do more than just fantasise. Photos had been posted - they didn't look photoshopped.
... Though it's amazing what images some of those new artificial intelligence things can generate nowadays ...
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... Are you still reading this?
Then you already know what you - I - would do. Here we go. Now ... doesn't that tight weight feel fucking magnificent?
"Of course, when you're underwater searching for stuff becomes a bit easier!"
This short documentary is a re-enactment of the hard helmet technique used to gather sponges.The filming took place on the island of Kalymno
The only thing he's wearing under the gear is a pair of shorts. And probably socks. At the end of the shoot he seems eager to get out of the suit ... why?
I expect I would've stayed dressed-in, if only to hide the mess I'd have made in my shorts.
So ... has anyone set up a Tumbler Diving Perverts Community thing yet?
Asking for a Friend ...
First workout in the Soviet 12 bolt prison suit
The helmet arrived a few weeks back. It's been sitting on the bed, tempting me. I've been experimenting, seeing how far I can get with dressing myself in all the gear. Sadly, there's no way to do it - I'm not a contortionist!
But today the Need became too much!
I look like I'm about to be reborn. I am being reborn - as a bedroom diver!
Things start to heat up after I tuck the bib into the corslet. Not a professional job of folding ... but needs must. Let the sweating begin!
Of course, the boots are essential. I need to know that I'm wearing a fucking Soviet-era diving suit at all times!
No cameraman to take photos. Selfies with a laptop become a lot harder when you're wearing industrial rubber.
And then ...
... Oooh SHIT!
It's everything I hoped it would be. Hot, claustrophobic. Hard.
Dare I...?
Of course not. I ain't fucking stupid! This gear could kill you if you did something stupid like screwing the faceplate on without an air supply and a few mates to help if difficulties arise
After a while the heat became too much. I was never a great fan of saunas. Time to release my head and kiss some metal.
Talking about metal, meet another recent purchase. My 20 hole external steel toecap ranger boots. Perfect for the discerning Weekend Skinhead!
Strangely, I've not relieved myself yet. Time to stiffen up and sort myself out!
And then? Time for a fag before I try to get myself out of this gear. It took longer to undress than it did to put it all on in the first place.
Though of course, if someone had been around to force me to stay in the gear for however long they decided (with added sweat, stimulations and an 85lb weight belt cinched very tightly between my legs!) I wouldn't be typing out this adventure ...
... One day!
I need to play more with my gear.
