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Master Dave laughed as Ryan gagged and moaned in the inflatable hood wearing his 5mm thick deep dive wetsuit with heavy restraints locked around his legs and arms holding him face down in the un air conditioned back room during the hottest of summer days. Master Dave said to Ryan “When I see your cum dripping out of those tight ankle cuffs is when you come out of that suit. Until then, you live back here squirming and struggling against the heavy hot neoprene suit. I‘ll let you drink the sweat that drips out of the sleeves for your meals til the cum drips out. You won’t be hungry anyway, that wetsuit has a no starvation gel inside of it. With how tight and uncomfortably bound you are in such a hot environment, I wish you luck in orgasming and not just constantly passing out from the hundred degree suit steaming you alive!” Master Dave left only returning every few hours to let the sweat drip out of the sleeves into Ryan’s breathing tube forcing him to drink the sweat from the suit. There is no telling when, or if he will ever orgasm. Ryan could forever be entrapped in the wetsuit to forever suffer it’s sticky hot grip.