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Dead In The Water

It was less than an hour since sunrise and the temperature was already over 20 deg. It was going to be another hot day. Jim was at the helm of his forty foot sailing yacht heading into the outer harbour bound for the ports only marina. He'd been at sea since early the previous day and was looking forward to a good breakfast and some rest. His VHF radio suddenly burst into life. It was marina control informing him that the berth he'd booked wouldn't be available until midday. Hiding his irritation he cancelled his booking and decided on the old town quay, where there was a single pontoon next to the quay wall. It was little used by yachtsmen as it lacked shower and toilet facilities, catering more for commercial fishing boats. Jim knew the harbour well and was happy to swap the excellent facilities of the marina for the less expensive town centre location of the commercial dock. Although he was an experienced sailor he definitely wasn't a typical yachtsman. Jim had grown up on the coast and spent his life around boats, working in boatyards and crewing for wealthy skippers. His first experience of gay leather sex had been while crewing for two Lebanese men on a passage to Amsterdam. Although only eighteen at the time they'd taken him on a night out to the citys leather bars which ended with him being raped by them on their boat. Over the next few years they'd paid him to crew on their boat many times, often taking advantage of his local knowledge and connections to smuggle drugs into the country. They invited him to regular sex parties on board and he was always in demand from the older guests. The experience had awoken a darkness in the young Jim, he knew they were bad guys and were dangerous but he'd found them and their lifestyle exciting and wanted to be part of it. In turn they'd recognised a deviant streak in him, encouraging him into increasingly perverted sex games, games which continued to the present day. Jims boat was his home and his livelihood, mixing legitimate skipperd charter jobs and sail training with smuggling drugs and occasionally illegal migrants.

He secured his lines on the pontoon and still wearing his yellow oilskin trousers and smock climed the iron ladder onto the quay and went into town for some breakfast. Although leasure sailors generally wore expensive designer sailing clothing he preferred the gear commercial fishermen wore. Not only did it feel sexy it also advertised his rubber and plastic interests. By the time he started back to the quay the temperature was climbing and he had removed the oilskin smock revealing his bare torso. He was in his early thirties, attractive with brown cropped hair and around three days growth of dark stubble. The elasticated waistband of his oilskin trousers sat low on his hips revealing a slim but tough looking body. Walking back through the streets he was attracting glances from both men and women and was enjoying the attention. Once back on board tiredness caught up with him and he relaxed in the yachts cockpit, drifting off to sleep in the shade of the spray hood.

It was several hours later when he awoke. He was now exposed to the full strength of the afternoon sun and was feeling extremely uncomfortable. Slowly he realised there was a figure standing on the pontoon looking at him. It was a blond boy who appeared to be in his late teens. He was wearing a black wetsuit and judging by the sparkling drops of water clinging to the shiny rubber he'd just been swimming. Momentarily they looked at each other. Then the boy, realising Jim was awake dived off the pontoon into the water, joining three other boys about the same age. Just local boys having fun on a hot afternoon thought Jim, but he couldn't help watching the blond boy in the wetsuit. After ten minutes or so the boys climed out and sat on the edge of the pontoon close to Jim's boat chatting. The blond boy kept glancing over towards him occasionally catching his eye and holding the glance just long enough to make Jim's dick stir. The boy was beautiful and quite different to the other boys. He seemed a little older and his wetsuit wouldn't have looked out of place in a fetish clothing store. The rest of the boys had budget neoprene suits with colored logos and back zips, whereas the blond boys suit was made from shiny black rubber and had a front zip extending from the crotch to the collar. Jim stroked his dick through his yellow oilskin trousers. He observed the boy for an hour or so hoping for an opportunity to get into conversation, but what he had in mind required no witnesses and there were far to many people about. Then the boys were preparing to leave. The blond boys friends changed into jeans and tee shirts and they all headed for the iron ladder and climed the wall onto the Quay. The blond was the last one up, still wearing his wetsuit but now with a pair of trainers. On reaching the top he momentarily looked back at Jim and smiled, disappearing out of sight before Jim had chance to respond and leaving him feeling incredibly aroused.

Jim knew if he continued thinking about the boy he'd end up jacking off. So after making a meal he showered and went ashore for a drink. The bar provided little relief for his lust, it was a Saturday night and the pub was full of young guys. Jim spent the evening downing pints of beer and having dark fantasies about the blond boy. He left the bar at around 10.30 and walked back to the town Quay in darkness. There were bench seats along the edge of the Quay and as he approached he realised someone was sitting on the one nearest the iron ladder. His chest tightened with excitement as he recognised the mop of blond hair. The boy was still wearing his wetsuit and trainers but had added a cheap imitation leather bomber jacket. It was almost as though the boy knew exactly what turned Jim on. Jim had no intention of letting the boy get away again. He had to get him on the boat quickly before anyone saw him.

" Hi mate, thinking of having a midnight swim?" Said Jim as he sat down next to the boy.

"No, It's such a warm night I just felt like getting some air." Said the boy.

"Well I'm glad you did, what's your name?" Said Jim.

"Julian." Said the boy. "Why are you glad then?"

"Because I was watching you in the water today and I think you're a sexy guy I'd like to get to know. "

Julian smiled. "Thanks."

"Would you like to come aboard the boat for a drink mate?" Said Jim.

"I don't know it's getting late." Said Julian.

"Come on Julian just one won't hurt. Said Jim.

"No I shouldn't, I've got to go." Said Julian.

"So why are you here then? I think you came here because you hoped you'd see me. I'm right arn't I?"

Julian looked embarrassed.

"Yes I wanted to talk to you this afternoon but I was too shy."

"Where do you live mate and how old are you?"

"I'm 21 and I'm in student accommodation in the town". Said Julian.

"Have you many friends there?"

"No I'm new this year."

"So what about the boys you were with today?"

"Oh I just met them on the bus, lots of college guys come down here to swim. I've only been in my accommodation a week I don't know anyone yet."

Jim felt his dick stiffening. It was time to put some pressure on the boy.

"Listen Julian, I remember what it's like being your age. I know you feel nervous but really there's no pressure to do anything with me. It's just a drink and a chat, I think you'll enjoy it, so what do you say. Come on have one drink with me."

Julian was raised in a middle class environment and knew nothing of the world Jim was from. He'd been struggling with his obsession for rubber dive gear and rough working class men throughout his teens but his parents had ensured he never strayed far from the family home. Now he was in student accommodation he was determined to make some changes. He'd bought the wetsuit and bomber jacket that week and couldn't believe he'd already met a man like Jim. He wanted him desperately.

Alright then just one." Said the boy.

"Good boy."

Jim put his arm around the boys shoulders and led him to the iron ladder leading to the pontoon below. Julian started down the ladder first and Jim followed but not without looking around the dark shadowy quayside. It was deserted, there was no posibility that anyone had seen them. Once down the ladder on the pontoon it was even darker and Jim drew the boy closer and kissed him.

"Come on let's get you that drink." Said Jim.

They climed aboard the boat and jim invited Julian to sit down. There was a galley along one side of the saloon and seating surrounding a table on the other where Julian made himself comfortable. The boy looked like a trashy hustler in his shiny rubber wetsuit and cheap imitation leather jacket. Jims heart was racing. He loved slim sluty twinks and finally he had one caught in his web. There was no going back for Julian now, Jim was about to commence a seduction that would end with the blond tied up on the bed in the forward cabin.

"Whisky " Said Jim.

"Yes please." Said Julian.

Jims freezer contained two trays of ice cubes, the first tray had cubes made from pure water and the second had cubes containing 2ml of ghb. Jim poured the boy a drink and dropped two of the spiked cubes into it. Then pouring himself a drink he sat down next to the boy. He was close enough to smell the aroma from the boys wetsuit and leather jacket and he could see he was trembling slightly.

"Don't be nervous Julian you're safe with me, come on drink your whisky, you'll feel better." Said Jim

The ice cubes in Julians glass were melting, slowly releasing the sedative into the boys drink, but it would be several minutes before Julian felt it's effects. Jim neded to stall for time before making his next move.

"So Julian do you like my boat?

"Yes it's amazing, it looks expensive".

" Not really it was wrecked on rocks in a storm not far from here. I bought it from the insurance company cheap and spent a year refitting it." Said Jim.

"Do you live on it all the time Jim?"

"Yeah it's my home and business, I do sail training and private charters." Said Jim, though he omitted to mention the illegal activities he was involved in.

"Wow sounds great." Said Julian.

"I'm just going to take a piss mate." Said Jim and disappeared into the forward sleeping cabin. Having a piss was an excuse. One way or another Julian was going to be tied up on that bed and jim needed to make some preparations. After covering the bed with a black plastic sheet he placed a number of items on it. There was a pair of stainless steel handcuffs, stainless steel ankle cuffs, a length of 6mm polyester rope, a strong rubber band and a black plastic bag. Finally he used his phone to send a encrypted message to his Lebanese friends which read "Remember our pact? Message me." Then slipping a bottle of poppers into his pocket he returned to the saloon.

"Another whisky mate?"

"Yes please."

The boy handed Jim his empty glass. Jim could see the two ice cubes had almost melted.

"I though you were only having the one drink." Said Jim with a wink as he discreetly added another two ghb laced ice cubes to the boys glass.

Julian smiled, he was starting to relax. He looked around the saloon and for the first time noticed there were a number of framed photographs on the walls. The photos were of men in diving gear and rubbber drysuits. Julian was particularly interested by a charcoal sketch of a boy wearing a shiny black wetsuit and a leather hooded bomber jacket exactly like the one he was wearing. The boy was laid on a bed. The only skin showing was on his hands and feet which had been cuffed. His hands were behind him and a length of rope threaded through the cuffs had been pulled tight to force him into a hogtied position. His head and neck were concealed by a tight fitting black plastic bag. Three hooded men stood around the bed watching him, all wearing rubber diving gear. Julian found it extremely erotic. As he looked at the picture he realised the scene was taking place on the bed in the forward cabin which he'd had a glimpse of when he'd first come on board. Jim noticed him looking at it.

"Do you like that drawing Julian?"Said Jim as he brought the drinks over and sat down.

"Yes, it looks as if it was done here on the boat. I can't believe it, the boy on the bed is wearing the same gear as me, did you draw it?"

"No it was a friend of mine. He told me it was his most erotic fantasy to have a boy like that." Said Jim, stopping short of revealing how the fantasy ended.

"Are you into breath play?"Said Julian.

"Yeah big time." Said Jim moving even closer to the boy.

"So, I love that drawing, what do you like about it mate?" Said Jim.

"It's makes me hard." Said Julian. Jim was amused at the boys choice of words. Only fifteen minutes ago he'd been a shy teenager but now the G was starting to work on his inhibitions

"Hmm nice answer, Said Jim.

Jim looked at Julian with a faint smile on his face but his eyes told a different story, they were cool and determined.

"So Julian are you interested in breath play yourself?" Said Jim.

"Yes I'm curious about it."

"How curious, have you experimented by yourself?" Said Jim.

"Yes."

"What method did you use?" Said Jim

"I used a plastic bag." Said Julian.

"What kind of bag mate?"

"Just one from a grocery store."

"Nice, I like thick shiny black bags myself, sealed tightly around a boys neck. Is that your favourite method Julian or do you like any other methods?" Said Jim.

"I like scuba breathing equipment as well but prefer plastic bags." Said Julian.

I like diving gear too. I'm a PADI dive master, I have lots of gear and breathing equipment." Said Jim.

"Yes I come down here sometimes to watch dive boats leaving. I love watching guys in dive gear."

"I think we're on the same wavelength mate. Have you done breath play with anyone else yet?" Said Jim.

"No but I'd like to." Said Julian.

"What role would you like to take?" Said Jim.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" Said Julian.

"Well do you want to be suffocated or do you want to suffocate someone?"Julian was shocked at the use of the word suffocate, he'd never thought of his bc interests in those terms but he couldn't deny the effect the word was having on his dick. Of course Jim knew the answer but he wanted to hear the boy say the words.

"Yes Jim I want to be suffocated"

"Well mate it can be dangerous. Trust is very important. I'm an experienced player. I also have medical resuscitation training. I'd be happy to help you get into it safely."

Jim reached over and stroked the bulge in the boys wetsuit. He kissed him on the lips and whispered in his ear. "You're getting hard talking to me about this aren't you mate?"

"Yes." Said Julian.

Jim knew the blond was ready. He got up and lifted the picture Julian had been admiring off the bulkhead and brought it back to where they were sitting for the boy to see.

"Would you be that boy for us Julian and bring our fantasy to life?" Said Jim.

Julian noticed Jims use of the pronouns "us" and "our" but dismissed it as a simple error. How could it be anything else, there was no one else there.

"I can make it happen for you, all you have to do is say yes." Said Jim.

Julian seemed to hesitate, he needed a little push. Jim reached for the bottle of poppers from his trackies pocket.

"Stand up Julian."

The boy got to his feet. Jim stood facing him and gave him a large hit from the bottle of liquid gold and then kissed him tenderly.

"Come on julian say yes. I promise you won't regret it, what do you say?"

"Yes Jim" Said Julian giving Jim a warm and trusting smile.

Jim took the boys hand and led him into the forward cabin. Julian looked around, it was identical to the one in the picture. It was wide at the entrance and narrowed off toward the bow end of the boat. A large bed occupied the center of the space with the pillows nearest the entrance so anyone laying on the bed would have their feet toward the bow where the bed was narrowest. There was space to stand on all sides of the bed except at the foot. Julians heart was pounding in his chest when he saw the items laid out on the black plastic sheet covering the mattress.

"Lay on your stomach with your hands behind your back ." Said Jim. Julian obeyed his instruction and Jim tightly cuffed his wrists and ankles before threading the rope around the wrist and ankle cuffs and pulling it tight forcing his legs back so his heels were almost touching his buttocks. Then Jim turned the hogtied boy onto his back. He zipped up his cheap leather bomber jacket to the top and fitted a ball gag into his mouth. To complete his fantasy he pulled up the jacket hood and tightened the draw strings.

"Now you're perfect mate."

With that he turned off the light and left the cabin leaving Julian confused and in darkness. Jim headed straight up to the cockpit and checked his phone. There was one encrypted message from the Lebanese guys. It was a reply to his earlier message and was very brief and consisted of a chart position and an instruction to meet them there at 10.00 the following day. Jim entered the position into his chart plotter. It was about thirty miles off shore but in an area shallow enough to anchor. Jim slipped his lines and headed towards the outer harbour. The plotter was telling him it would take around five hours once he cleared the harbour entrance so he set his autopilot and kept watch from a comfortable seat in the cockpit.

He'd joined the Lebanese men in sessions with bc subs before but Julian was different. There was a pact between the men and Jim that went back a number of years to a night they'd spent drinking and watching extreme porn on Jim's boat. An intense conversation had started about finding the perfect boy and suffocating him. It wasn’t long before it had developed into a brain storming session where they were each throwing in ideas and becoming very aroused. Before the night was over they'd agreed on a perfect scenario. One of the men who was an accomplished artist had done a charcoal sketch depicting their fantasy and it was a copy of that sketch Julian had seen in the saloon. Jim had never forgotten that night, biding his time for the perfect combination of circumstances, opportunity and prey.

Dawn was breaking and his chart plotter was indicating he had a mile to run. The mens boat was anchored in one of the calmest seas he'd ever seen, so calm it was reflecting a perfect image of their 65ft white motor cruiser as Jim approached. The two men on board took Jims lines and tied his boat alongside theirs. They already had their dive gear on.

On Jim's boat julian was awoken by the activity outside. The events of the previous night started to return to him. He was no longer under the influence of the ghb and he felt frightened and alone. Being trussed up for hours had left him in extreme discomfort. He could hear men talking in a foreign language which sounded like Arabic, then they were laughing and chatting in english with Jim. He couldn’t make out what was being said but listened for a while until the uncomfortable sleepless night caught up and he dropped off to sleep again. Something awakened him about an hour later. He was surrounded by three rubberised divers. The one standing behind him at the head of the bed he recognised as Jim. He wore a black chest zip wetsuit with hood and dive boots and was breathing from a vintage twin hose regulator and a single air tank. At each side of the bed was a man wearing a dry suit. The one on the left was wearing a very shiny viking suit with a hood. A pair of fins were attached to his belt, as was a black shiny plastic bag. The one on the right wore a well used Amron suit which was more industrial in appearance. They both had twin hose regulators and face masks which concealed their identity. They were breathing from their tanks filling the cabin with an highly erotic sound. Julian now realised what was happening. They were preparing to enacted the events depicted in the charcoal drawing he'd looked at last night. He felt the blood surging into his dick. The diver on his right saw the growing bulge in the crotch of Julians wet suit and slid open the two way zip releasing the boys hard dick, then began to slowly Jack him off with his rubber gloved hand. Jim dropped to his knees so he was level with Julians head and ran the gloved index finger of his left hand over the boys features while the diver on the left passed the black plastic bag to him. Jim puffed some air into the bag and drew it over the boys head. Julian even lifted his head to help. Then holding it in position the diver on the left used a rubber band to seal the black plastic to Julians neck. Immediately the shiny black bag began to fill and empty as it started suffocating the boy. The diver jacking the boy off increased his pace and the boy started to squirm and strain at his restraints. The mens hands were all over him feeling his slick shiny rubber covered chest as it heaved, struggling to get enough oxygen from the stale air in the bag. The boy let out a gasp and shuddered as he shot wads of semen into the air. He relaxed for a moment until his orgasm subsided then attempted to speak through the gag and plastic bag. Clearly he was trying to tell the men he'd cum and wanted to stop. But that was never a part of the men's plan. It didn't take Julian long to realise they intended to enjoy what came next and he started a desperate struggle to break free. Given the history of the three men his asphyxiation was inevitable. The drysuits had convenience zips and both men had their dicks out and were slowly masturbating, while Jim opened his front two way zip and joined them. Julians lungs were screaming for air but despite his manic respiration rate the relief he craved was being denied by the plastic bag which was moving so quickly it sounded as if it would rip. His struggles were becoming weaker though and he was making whimpering sounds every time he exhaled. The sound of the men breathing from their tanks was becoming more intense as their excitement grew. Julian began twitching as his rapid respiration slowed to normal and he lost consciousness. The men were concentrating as their long held fantasy played out before them. Jim was the first to shoot. The Lebanese men held back from ejaculating until the moment the plastic bag stopped moving.

All three worked together. Firstly they cut the rope tying Julians ankles and wrists together which allowed them to lay him out flat on the bed. Then he was rolled up in the black plastic sheet forming a shiny mummified package which was then bound tightly with old anchor chain, sealing it and providing sufficient weight to ensure it wouldn't float. The Lebanese men got into the water first while Jim pushed the shiny black trussed up body over the side. Then the three of them guided it the 20 metres to the bottom following the larger boats anchor chain. The sea bed was muddy with many rocks and boulders from which a forest of kelp was growing. The Lebanese men had definitely picked the right place thought Jim as he helped them hide the package in the kelp. The man in the viking suit indicated for them to surface. Jim started his ascent first but he felt something grab his feet. Looking around he saw his fins had been pulled off and were sinking toward the sea bed. Looking up at him were the two Lebanese men. He knew immediately what was happening but the thought that they would do this had never crossed his mind. He'd known them since he was a teenager and he thought they were friends, albeit dangerous ones. Without fins he was vulnerable and he was slowly sinking toward them. He quickly dumped his weighted belt to increase his buoyancy but it wasn't enough. The one in the viking suit grabbed his ankle and pulled Jim toward him. The other one joined in and despite Jim struggling they wrestled him to the bottom. They were heavy men and well protected in their drysuits and had no trouble forcing Jim onto his back amongst the roots of the kelp. The more Jim struggled the more he became tangled in the slimy sea weed. One of them sat on Jims stomach looking into his face through his dive mask. The other knelt in the weed pinning his hands to the bottom with his knees and leaving his own hands free. Jim looked up at the masked and hooded divers. The man on his stomach reached down and grabbed Jims regulator ripping it from his mouth as the other one pulled his mask away from his face. They both stroked their dicks as they saw the animal terror in Jims eyes. He was holding his breath with his lips tightly closed but he knew enough about diving to realise he was about two minutes away from an involuntary reflex which would see him releasing the air in his lungs and inhaling sea water. The two men were hard and wanking through the heavy rubber of their drysuits as they concentrated on Jim's face. Slowly at first his top lip began to tremble and his eyes widened. His lips parted slightly releasing a couple of air bubbles but the flow of air from his lungs had started and he knew he couldn't stop it. His mouth opened and a stream of bubbles erupted rising towards the sunlight above. Then his mouth opened wider as sea water flooded into his lungs for the first time. The first few breaths made him cough and panic but then he became peaceful continuing to inhale water for a minute or so before he became still. Both men watched until the end, unloading into their drysuits. Before surfacing they fastened Jims discarded weighted belt back around his waist and turned off his almost full air tank, ensuring that with lungs full of water and at a depth of 20 meters his negative buoyancy would keep him entangled in the kelp next to the black plastic package for a long time.

Once back on the surface the Lebanese men opened the sea cocks on Jim's boat and set it adrift. They watched it drift off downwind getting lower in the water until it sank out of sight removing all evidence of what had taken place there that morning. They were in no hurry to leave and had a shower and a meal before heading back to their home port.

"Fuck Jim did a good job there. Pity we couldn't leave him to get drunk and blab about it." Said one of the men as he struggled out of his viking suit.

"Yeah he put on a good show though!" Said the other.

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