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[gasmaskdaddy]

Maybe it's an artifact of the camera angle or something like that, but I love the way this guy's cranium looks so freakin' huge.

20250817

[gasmaskdaddy]

I've always enjoyed having a cigar and then strapping on a gas mask, then enjoying the lingering taste of the stogie and the smoke in my 'stache for a few hours.

20250815

Gar time for the pig.

[gasmaskdaddy]

In pretty much any scenario involving breathing gear or controlled breathing via gas mask one of the best parts is the connection of air hoses. Even through the hood and the mask you can feel him attaching the hose to the filter connector. What's at the other end of that hose? You'll find out soon enough.

I like that the subject here has a hood under the mask. If the hood is smooth and non-gas permeable, if it's made of rubber for instance, it can help provide a good seal for the mask. Depending on how snug it is and the subject's mental makeup a hood can also add to feelings of isolation, of enclosure, and maybe of being controlled.

I also like that this subject appears to be in normal clothing. He's not in a rubber suit or uniform. He's dressed like a normal guy who's just somehow found himself tied down, masked, and subjected to some restricted breathing.

20250815

Controlled breathing…watch the full video at https://vimeo.com/199391530

[gasmaskdaddy]

Back when I was shaving my head only occasionally oh yeah, it was a big kink. Not quite a full-up fetish - I didn't need to be shaving my head to have an orgasm - but shaving got me really hard.

When I started shaving every day it was still hardon-inducing, but in the years since it's become less "kink" and much more my "normal". Don't get me wrong - I still enjoy shaving my head. I like that every day I'm recommitting to being bald by choice. I love how my scalp feels when I've "refreshed" the "chromedome". I've done so in lockerrooms, at sea, dockside, and while roughing it, because it's just part of my routine. I still *can* get revved up while shaving, especially if I'm standing in front of a mirror naked while doing so, but that's more a matter of wanting to get revved up than of it happening just as a matter of course.

But even though my daily shave has become routine, I still like being bald. I fuckin' LOVE being bald. I enjoy the way a gas mask head harness feels against my bare scalp. I like seeing other bald men, and all else being equal I'll pick the bald guy over the non-bald. I very much enjoy the combination of a hairy body and/or a beard or 'stache - some amount of facial hair - with baldness. So bald is less a fetish, or maybe even a kink, and more just "my thing".

20250815

[gasmaskdaddy]

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...

Should be good diving all day.

20250814

[gasmaskdaddy]

Oh man, so much to like in this picture!

Great gear - love that suit.

The man in the suit - oh fuck yeah. Fully grown, mature. Most likely experienced. And what he's got going on with the lower part of his face is a major attractor. Love seeing a diver's face-fur alongside the hood.

But what turns me on most about this picture is - it's a diver, actually using dive gear for what it was made to do. Get ready to splash, Diver - and make it happen.

20250807

[gasmaskdaddy]

Oh fuck yeah... Looking like that I'd be practically begging for him to use that doubleheader on - in - me. Even better would be if he was looking for a buddy to ride that tool with him on the other end. C'mon, RubberMan - let's get these holes plugged.

20250807

Fishing for rubber bears… 

[gasmaskdaddy]

This is pretty hot. Although I'm not into the "punch him in the head until knockout" thing, I do like the idea of having a man-sized punching bag, not just a "heavy" bag but a "human" bag, with which to workout. Although this doesn't appear to be a boxing/training workout - the guy throwing the punch isn't dressed for it - it's still a pretty hot scene.

20250802

[gasmaskdaddy]

An "experienced gentleman", nicely armed, getting ready to go tactical. Yeah, I'm hard.

20250801

[gasmaskdaddy]

Another old-school pressure suit design that I really like. Like the previous suit I think this was more an exploration of how to build a suit that met those objectively "good" criteria for fit and flexibility and all the rest, and the best of those ideas made it into the evolving designs that were actually fielded.

Of course, similar to the previous suit, if someone offered me a choice between the old gear and a modern SR-71 suit, I'd take the old design for the ride.

20250714

[gasmaskdaddy]

Modern high-altitude gear has come a long way since this design. The new stuff is so much easier to manufacture, fit to the user, put on and take off, and maintain. It's more comfortable and flexible. By pretty much any objective measurement, it's just plain better.

But you know what? The modern gear just doesn't have, to my eye, the right look. I've always liked this one.

20250714

[gasmaskdaddy]

Quite a few years ago I had some thoughts about something similar to this. My idea was that military personnel, soldiers most likely, could be put into storage/shipping containers and stacked up, in the cargo hold of a ship for instance, kept alive and in good condition and ready to go to work as soon as the containers were unloaded and opened.

Well, maybe not "as soon as". They'd have to disconnect the wiring for the muscle stimulation system, and uninstall the waste collection sheath and plug, and of course remove the breathing/nutrition/hydration facepiece. I think I concluded that it would be about 50/50 as to whether it would be logistically better to transport soldiers the conventional - that is, fully conscious, ambulatory, interacting with one another - way, or to package them.

If anybody is running experiments on the packaging method, I'm available. I think I could handle a couple of days like that.

20250712

Oh no! A graffiti crew accidentally stumbles upon a secret laboratory in an abandoned warehouse. The criminals lock the crew away in long term storage to protect their operation. (2025)

[gasmaskdaddy]

My Name Is Diver, Ch 4

It took some digging through backups but again I got lucky. Clicking on the #My Name Is Diver tag below should find you all the parts of the story.

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Henry Bernhardt was released from police custody a couple of months ago. Mr Bernhardt, "Bern" to his friends and associates, had been arrested on charges ranging from running a prostitution ring to human trafficking. The investigation leading to the arrest had been a couple of years in the making, but the expensive lawyers atop Bern's Great Wall of Money and his cadre of influential friends got the charges dropped a few days after his arrest. The entire department was stunned that the charges were dropped, but the investigators who'd put so much time and effort into the case were devastated. Many of the charges against Mr Bernhardt involved young women, in some cases mere girls, and that was one thing the investigators all had a serious problem with. Consenting adults was one thing, but Bern's behavior was way beyond acceptable.

The diver dropped off the end of the dock at the community park a few hundred yards down the waterway from Bern's sumptuous residence. For about six weeks now, three or four evenings each week, he'd been taking video of some interesting fish that had a habitat near the deeper water dropoff that made this part of the bay so attractive to people like Bern, who owned fairly large boats. He'd been using a rebreather to minimize his disruptions of the fishes' natural behavior. The video he'd shot was pretty cool, in a diver-nerd way.

But fish weren't the only reason he was interested in this stretch of water. Every evening he'd also been making the trek underwater up to Bern's dock. He knew approximately what time Bern would arrive each night from his office in the city, and he knew Bern would, most evenings, come out to the dock to ogle his boat tied up alongside. He was expecting today to be no different. If it was, he'd be back tomorrow, or the next day.

Diver got a few minutes of fish video, then anchored his camera in the rocks and headed to his real target of interest. He navigated just above the bottom with a steady frog kick on the heading he knew would take him to the end of the dock. A few - relatively speaking - kick cycles later there right in front of him was the piling at the end of the dock. He looked up and slowly made his way to the surface.

Above him through the gaps between the boards composing the dock he could see a figure. It had to be Bern. Unless he had a party or something else going on Bern had the last of his household help leaving by about 1630. The house and grounds would be vacant when he arrived, and it seemed to be the same today.

Diver sank back to the bottom and picked up a handful of small rocks, then he moved back to the surface. Less than ten feet away was the side of the boat, and on the dock above was the object of his intentions. He flung one of the rocks at an upward angle toward the boat. It bounced off and upward with a load "thwack."

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Diver heard, somewhat muffled by his hood, from the man above him. He threw another rock at the boat. Another "thwack," but this one, as it bounced off the boat, hit the man on the dock. "WHO THE FUCK IS THERE?!!!!" Bern approached the side of the dock nearest the boat.

Diver dropped down and then pushed himself off the bottom, using the biggest scissor kick he could muster to help push him above the surface. Exceeding his expectatins his head reached Bern's belt level. Bern was stunned by the sight of this - this, whatever the hell it was - lunging out of the water in front of him. The figure reached out and grabbed him by the front of his trendy outdoor gear brand jacket, and the figure pulled down and out, toward the boat and the water.

Bern's knees buckled and as he went down his left knee hit the dock, hard. Bern had just enough time to let out a sharp yelp of pain as his head went into the water, where he was out of his element. Diver was, of course, completely in his element, and he went to work. Holding the sleeves of Bern's jacket Diver pulled Bern's right arm to Bern's left, and his left to the right, as hard as he could. Diver's arms were out in front of him, but Bern's were crossed, and Diver had the advantage. Bern may have been a little taller and heavier than Diver, but Diver had fitness, surprise, and intent on his side in this struggle. Bern's eyes were open, as was his mouth, trying to yell, and his gaze met Diver's. Bern seemed to realize with a shock that this was another person in front of him, holding him fast in the water. Bern struggled, to no avail, but as he realized someone was holding him in the water he closed his mouth. He momentarily focused on breaking free, but his need for air was building, and his movements became more frantic. Diver brought his arms together slightly, allowing Bern to attempt to expand his chest - but the expansion and resulting intake from his respiratory system didn't bring air, only salt water, and Bern began coughing out what little air he had left. The panic was building. Bern's eyes were wide open and his mouth was moving, but with less coordination and purpose by the second. Gradually but noticeably Bern's forceful struggle became lazy, sluggish attempts to pull away. There was still life in the eyes, but panic and fear had taken from that life any ability to save itself. Diver rose again, slowly, carefully, warily, to the surface, holding Bern's right jacket sleeve. Seeing, and to the extent possible hearing, nobody else around, Diver raised Bern's right arm and smacked Bern's right hand against the dock. A nice cut appeared on the palm, oozing a little blood, and making an injury consistent with a person in the water flailing for something, anything, to hold onto. Good, Diver thought - he's not gone just yet.

Diver submerged with Bern under him. He knew after five or six minutes without oxygen brain cells would start dying. He waited fifteen minutes, using the time to roll Bern over onto his back and arranging Bern's arms out to his sides and slightly forward. As he did so the last of the air in Bern's lungs made its way to the bronchi, then the trachea, then out of his mouth. At that point Bern was pretty negatively buoyant and would settle nicely to the bottom. Diver turned him face down, then let go and watched the rapidly cooling lifeless body sink in the by now very pale light of early evening. He'd probably be decently visible from the dock in the morning light, when his ditzy girlfriend would arrive to spend the weekend. Diver checked his harness and attachment points to make sure none of his gear had become detached in the struggle. He'd equipped himself very minimally to reduce the risk of having anything pulled loose, and indeed everything was where it should be.

Diver made his way out toward the end of the dock, and then on a reverse heading, back to the dropoff where he'd positioned his GoPro to get some current footage of the fish. From there it was a short leg back to the park. Overall the return leg was uneventful, and he heaved himself onto the dock using a kick very much like the one he'd used at Bern's dock. He'd been practicing that maneuver every dive he'd made here. Diver shut down the diluent and oxygen supplies and doffed the rebreather into the bed of his truck. Just as he'd done two dozen times, he unzipped and doffed his drysuit as he stood on a small tarp, then over the waffle weave thermal underwear pulled on a pair of sweatpants and long sleeve fleece shirt, followed by his boots. He'd be back here doing the same thing again tomorrow. Those fish out there at the dropoff were just so fascinating, you know?

As he drove out of the parking area he turned on the radio, on the same classic rock station he usually listened to. He chuckled as the opening notes to Blue Oyster Cult's "(Don't Fear) The Reaper" came through the speakers.

[gasmaskdaddy]

I too would love to take his place. I think that would be potentially very relaxing. This particular situation was probably loaded with all kinds of questions from the observers to the subject, having the subject perform tasks while in simulated weightlessness, stuff like that, so he probably didn't get much opportunity to just be in the moment and experience it. I'd happily do the experimental side, all of the questions and tasks, but I'd also love it if at the end of the day they just turned out the lights and left me until morning.

20250711

[gasmaskdaddy]

So you go to visit a friend, neighbor, maybe co-worker, who is as far as you know not into any particular gear kink or fetish, and you see hoses like this. If you have a kink for gas masks or other breathing gear that might utilize this kind of hose, what are you thinking? Do you ask any questions?

20250711

Ready to be connected

[gasmaskdaddy]

A nice close-up shot. I think you can see in his eye that he's comfortable, or at least "comfortable enough", in the gear. He's experienced with it, not intimidated by it or by the prospect of being in it for a prolonged period. I especially like the way this shot shows the interaction between the man's face, his cheek specifically, and the mask, especially the oral-nasal cup.

20250709

Be vigilant, attentive and ready for action! ( permanent readiness of the #recon #cbrnoperator )

[gasmaskdaddy]

I'm going to make a small quibble with, or maybe more like make an unasked-for elaboration on, the tag on this post.

The day may not be especially bright. It might be cloudy, or drizzly, or flat-out raining. It might be windy, raising a choppy sea. Underneath the viz may be poor - I basically assume it always will be and allow myself to be pleasantly surprised when it's good - or there's a current. The conditions, the environmental factors, may be crappy - but you're diving. With relatively few exceptions, such as body recoveries, diving is never crappy. You're working underwater, and no job is better than that.

20250708

#crappydaydiving