#bromance

Uncontrolled Ascent During their training dive, the tender instructed them on buoyancy control. “Small adjustments only, boys. Don’t touch the helmet exhaust valve too much.” Oskar, still buzzing from everything he was feeling, got a little too curious. While trying to add a bit more air to his suit, he accidentally closed the exhaust valve too far. Air kept pumping in. At first he didn’t notice. Then the suit began to balloon. The thick vulcanized rubber expanded rapidly, growing tighter and stiffer around his chunky frame. The heavy brass breastplate and helmet were pushed upward as the suit inflated like a balloon. Oskar’s arms and legs started drifting outward. Oskar’s Inner Monologue: Wait… what the fuck? It’s getting so tight… Oh shit, it’s still inflating! Before he could react, his buoyancy became positive. The fully inflated Mark V suit lifted him gently off the seabed. He tried to swim down, but the massively swollen rubber made every movement clumsy and ineffective. He rose faster and faster toward the surface. From the surface: Oskar broke the water like a cork. He ended up floating helplessly on his back in the middle of the training area, arms and legs spread wide, the massively overinflated suit making him look like a thick, glossy Michelin Man. The heavy copper helmet floated slightly above the water, his face clearly visible through the porthole — flushed and wide-eyed. He could barely move. The suit was drum-tight and rock-hard from the pressure, restricting him completely. Oskar’s Inner Monologue: This is ridiculous… I look like a fucking balloon diver. I can’t even bend my arms properly. The rubber is squeezing me so tight everywhere… especially my cock. Holy shit, this feels way too good. The combination was devastating. The tight, shiny, overinflated rubber pressing against every inch of his body. The heavy brass helmet still locked firmly on his head. The warm metallic-rubber smell still thick inside. The helpless, exposed feeling of floating on his back like this, completely at the mercy of the suit. Oskar started laughing inside his helmet — a deep, breathless chuckle that turned into a moan. I can’t move… I’m so fucking sealed and bloated… This is the horniest thing that’s ever happened to me. His cock, trapped in the tightly stretched rubber, throbbed violently. With almost no movement possible, the constant pressure of the inflated suit did all the work. A powerful, uncontrollable orgasm hit him hard. Oskar groaned loudly inside the helmet as he came for the second time that day — thick, intense ropes flooding the inside of his already warm suit while he floated helplessly on his back, arms and legs spread, the shiny overinflated rubber gleaming in the sunlight. He lay there panting, still chuckling weakly, cheeks burning with embarrassment and pleasure. A few moments later, the tender’s voice came over the intercom, sounding both amused and exasperated: Tender: “Oskar… you absolute clown. We’re sending the boat to deflate you. Try not to cum before we get there.” Oskar just grinned inside his helmet, floating like a happy, bloated, thoroughly satisfied diver. After the Dive – On the Tire After surfacing from their first Mark V dive, Oskar and Matteo were told to rest on the large black inflatable tire. The tenders had gone back inside the container to prepare the next group, leaving the two boys alone for a few precious minutes. They were still fully suited up — heavy brass neck rings still locked around their throats, the thick vulcanized suits warm and slightly damp from hours underwater. Their copper helmets rested on the deck in front of them. Oskar leaned back with his hands, legs stretched out, brass boots resting on the tire. Matteo sat beside him in a similar relaxed position. The sun felt warm on their faces after the cool water. For a moment, neither spoke. Then Oskar broke the silence, his voice low. Oskar: “…I almost came the second they locked the helmet on me.” Matteo let out a short, surprised laugh, then glanced sideways at him. Matteo: “Same. When the breastplate was tightened and I felt all that weight pressing down… I got so hard I thought I was going to lose it right there in front of the tenders.” Oskar turned his head, a shy but horny grin on his face. Oskar: “Down on the bottom… when we looked at each other through the portholes… fuck, man. The smell inside the helmet, the neck ring squeezing my throat, the rubber pressing on my cock with every step… I came so hard when they asked if we wanted to join the course.” Matteo nodded slowly, his cheeks slightly flushed. Matteo: “I came right after you. Couldn’t hold it. The way the suit felt… the way you looked standing there fully sealed next to me. I’ve never been that turned on in my life.” They both fell quiet again, staring at the water. The heavy brass neck rings still sat tightly around their necks, a constant reminder. The warm, lingering scent of rubber and metal clung to their skin and suits. Oskar (quietly, almost whispering): “I’m still half-hard just sitting here in the suit.” Matteo (smiling softly): “Me too.” They shared a long, charged look — two young guys still sealed in heavy diving gear, hearts racing from both the physical exhaustion and the intense, mutual confession. For the first time, neither of them felt ashamed of how much the gear affected them.

Helmet On Niklas and Theo stood behind Callum and Luca, who were now fully dressed in the heavy canvas Mark V diving suits. Niklas (voice firm and authoritative): “Alright, boys. Time to get sealed. Helmets on.” Theo (picking up Callum’s heavy brass Mark V helmet): “Hands behind your back. Stand straight. You know the drill.” Callum and Luca obeyed, standing tall. Theo carefully lowered the massive brass helmet onto Callum’s head. The heavy neck ring settled around his shoulders with a solid thud. Theo (starting to screw the bolts): “Nice and slow… let it lock in.” Niklas did the same for Luca, lowering the heavy helmet onto his head. Niklas : “Deep breath. This is what you wanted.” The tenders worked methodically, tightening each bolt one by one with loud metallic clicks. Callum’s Inner Monologue (inside the helmet): Fuck… the weight is incredible. The cold brass pressing down on my shoulders, the neck ring tight under my chin… I can already smell it — that thick, old metallic, canvas, and rubber scent. My cock is rock hard. Luca’s Inner Monologue (inside the helmet): Oh my god… I’m sealed. The viewport is so small, the air tastes different already. I can feel the heavy helmet owning me. My skin is tingling against the rubber lining… I’m dripping … This is everything I’ve ever fantasized about. Theo gave Callum’s helmet a final firm twist and stepped back. Theo (smirking): “There we go. Fully bolted. How does it feel, boys?” Niklas (finishing Luca’s last bolt): “Bet they’re both leaking like crazy in there already.” Callum and Luca stood side by side with Emil, now completely sealed in the legendary Mark V gear — breathing heavily, and ready for their dive. Emil stood in the center, already fully suited in his bright orange modern drysuit with the AH3 helmet sealed on his head. He was breathing faster than normal, eyes wide behind the visor. Emil’s Inner Monologue (inside his AH3 helmet): Holy fuck… this is real. The rubber is so tight against my bare skin, the suit is already warm… and this helmet feels incredible. The constant loud rush of air, the pressure around my head, the way the neck seal grips me… I’m so fucking hard right now. I’m standing between Callum and Luca — both of them sealed in real Mark Vs. I just want to stay sealed like this for hours… Emil shifted slightly, trying to hide how obviously aroused he was. The thick rubber creaked as he moved. Theo (stepping back, smirking as he looked at all three): “Look at you three. All sealed up and ready to go. I bet every single one of you is rock hard in there right now.” Emil didn’t answer. He just took a deep, shaky breath inside his helmet, cheeks burning, completely overwhelmed by the intense sensations of his first real heavy gear dive.

First Real Dive – Shoulder Support The big day had finally arrived. Luca and Callum stepped up — both already sealed in their gear. The sight of his two idols standing there in heavy brass and rubber made Oskar’s breath catch. Callum (voice calm through his helmet intercom): “You’re doing great, Oskar. Just relax your shoulders.” Luca and Callum moved behind him. With the heavy breastplate limiting movement, they could only reach so far — but they both placed their thick rubber-gloved hands on Oskar’s shoulders and upper back as best they could. They began to massage him firmly. The pressure of their strong hands through the thick suit and heavy brass plate felt incredible. Every squeeze sent warmth spreading through Oskar’s body. The weight of the gear combined with their touch made his knees feel weak. Oskar’s Inner Monologue: Fuck… their hands feel so good. I can feel them pressing and kneading my shoulders. Luca’s fingers are right under the neck ring… Callum’s grip is so strong. I’m getting rock hard again. Luca leaned in closer. Luca (quietly): “Breathe deep. Let the suit settle on you. You will look really good in it.” Callum gave Oskar’s left shoulder a firm, lingering squeeze. Callum : “You’ve earned this. First real dive with the big boys.” Oskar closed his eyes inside his mind, completely lost in the moment. The combination of the warm rubber smell already building, and his two idols massaging his shoulders with their heavy-gloved hands was almost too much. His cock throbbed hard and steadily inside the suit. He didn’t want them to stop. Oskar was in heaven. Oskar (voice slightly shaky): “…Thank you. This feels… really fucking good.” Callum and Luca both chuckled softly through their helmets. Luca : “Just wait until the helmet goes on.”