This is fantasy - do not try at home.

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PART 3

"I've saved my favourite video until last. What do you think?"

Alex had invited me to his room an hour before Asphyx Club. He had wanted to show me some videos he had found, seeking inspiration for breathplay sessions.

We were huddled around his laptop. I was sitting awkwardly, legs crossed, trying to hide my erection, due to a combination of the erotic breathplay videos and sitting close enough to Alex to feel his body heat.

The video showed a man sitting on the floor, wearing two tight fitting black bodysuits covering every inch of his body from head to toe. The inner bodysuit hood covered his head, while the outer hood was down. His partner pulled a plastic bag over his head, and tied it off around his neck. Then he pulled the second hood over his bagged head, and zipped it up.

Within moments, the covered man was struggling against his bound wrists, his legs flailing across the floor. The video cut off after about thirty seconds.

"Wow," was the best reply I could manage.

"Yes, it's great isn't it. That's what I want to try today," Alex said enthusiastically.

"Do you think they'll have suits like that at Asphyx Club? I've never seen anything like that before."

"They are called zentai suits." Alex reached into a sports holdall, already prepared for the club. He pulled out some lycra clothing: one blue suit, one red. "I, err, bought them for a Halloween party last year."

It was the first time I'd seen him bashful. He always seemed so self-confident and unaffected, and yet in a natural way, not arrogant. It was one reason why I was so attracted to him.

Alex glanced at his watch. "Come on. We'll be late." He folded the laptop screen down and jumped up.

"Damn - I left my bag in my room. I don't have time to go back and get it now," I said.

Alex thought for a second. "Don't worry, I can lend you a t-shirt and shorts for the club today." He rummaged through a drawer full of sports gear.

***

I stood feeling embarrassed and self-conscious. I was aware that everyone could the outline of my cock in the skintight lycra shorts that Alex had lent me. I was trying hard not to stiffen at the sight of various breathplay sessions in our first time attending a full session of the Asphyx Club. I glanced at Alex, looking for any amusement at my humiliation, but saw only his wide-eyed interest in what was happening around the gym hall.

Jon was looking after us again. "So, what do you want try today?" he asked me.

"Err, I think I'll pass this week." I knew my reaction to breathplay would be visible to everyone, as the shorts left nothing to the imagination. Also, I did not want to hand cum covered shorts to Alex afterwards. "I think I might be going down with a cold," was the best excuse I could think of.

"That's fine. There's no pressure. We're here whenever you want." Jon turned to Alex. "Do you want to a session this week?"

"Yes!" Alex beamed excitedly. "Let me explain..."

***

Alex sat on the floor, dressed in his zentai suits. His arms were bound behind his back. The red suit was underneath, with the hood covering his head. The blue suit on top, with the hood down.

I knelt behind him, admiring how the tight material clung to his body, showing the outlines of his perfect body.

"Can you see through that hood?" I asked.

"Just about - it's hazy. But I can breath easily."

"We'll soon solve that," interjected Jon, handing me a plastic bag and tape.

I pulled the bag over Alex's head, and taped it snugly around his neck. I left a little air in the bag, thinking back to my experience the previous week. I had learnt from Alex that it had been a rubber swimcap that had deprived me of air, and the sensation of empty lungs unable to breath in had been almost too intense. I also wanted to give Alex some more time to enjoy his enclosure.

I pulled the blue hood over the bag, and zipped it up. I wrapped my arms around him, letting him lean back against my chest. I rested my chin on his shoulder. My cock was hard, but hidden from the room by Alex's body.

His blue hood expanded and contracted slowly with each breath, accompanied by a slight crackle of the bag underneath. On every breath out, the soft material grazed my ear. Neither of us said anything, both focusing on the sensations. I wanted this moment to last for ever, Alex in my arms.

Slowly, inevitably, the bag worked its terrible magic. Alex's breathing became staccato short, and he started struggling. His legs kicked across the smooth wooden floor, and he twisted in my embrace. His arms pulled uselessly against his bound wrists, knocking against my chest. My one hand rested on his belly, feeling his muscles taut. My other hand was on his chest, his rapid heart beat pounding under my hand.

I glanced down, and saw his firm cock straining against the lycra, tenting the material. My hand was just an inch from his cock head, and I longed to move my hand down to stroke his cock, to feel his hardness. But I didn't move, not feeling I had permission to take such an overtly sexual act.

I held him tighter, as I knew the end was coming. Finally, he rocked his hips forward, once, twice, three times. Then his head rolled to the side, resting against mine, and his body relaxed in my arms. I felt dampness on my hand resting on his stomach, and I saw the moist spread of his cum.

Jon stepped in to free Alex's head, and I moved away to give him access. I moved my hand to my face, breathing in deeply to smell Alex's cum.

Alex lay on the floor in front of me, both hoods now down. His face looked so peaceful. His hair was plastered down on his forehead, either due to sweat or the trapped humidity of his breath. I brushed a lock back, savouring that I could stare at his beautiful face while he was still unconscious.

He slowly stirred, self-awareness returning. I was impressed his willingness to embrace life, and seize the possibilities offered by the Asphyx Club without hesitation. I promised myself I would follow his lead, and would no longer hold myself back by fear or shame.

I committed myself to Asphyx Club.