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When his fellow students watched as "Kyle" was brought in to the classroom by the instructors fully suited up all the other pilots breathed a sigh of relief. They were glad Kyle got chosen instead of them for the low oxygen demonstration and how to keep your cool if it happens to you. They watched closely as the instructors restrained Kyle's arms, slipped him into a tight clear plastic bag and neatly zip-locked it closed above his head thereby sealing Kyle in an airless confinement. They then set a timer and started repeatedly bagging Kyle for longing and longer periods with shorter and shorter periods in between for Kyle to catch his breath. Kyle was doing ok so far but everyone could hear him gasping more and more and he was starting to squirm in the bag.
"Clear your mind Kyle...you're going to be our alright.....minimize your movement and thoughts.....they take up a lot of oxygen. If you can do that you'll last a lot longer."
"Please....let me out ...I...I.. can't...breath...." begged Kyle.
"Focus Kyle, don't waste air with talking....no ones ever died from this and you won't either." the instructors said, as they observed him with very satisfied looks in their eyes.
All the junior pilots in the room were watching and listening intently with full erections. They were careful not to touch themselves but were unconsciously breathing heavy themselves as they watched Kyle's suffering. A few felt a bit sorry for Kyle but even they were still hoping the instructors would keep bagging Kyle for the whole one hour class period.

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When his fellow students watched as "Kyle" was brought in to the classroom by the instructors fully suited up all the other pilots breathed a sigh of relief. They were glad Kyle got chosen instead of them for the low oxygen demonstration and how to keep your cool if it happens to you. They watched closely as the instructors restrained Kyle's arms, slipped him into a tight clear plastic bag and neatly zip-locked it closed above his head thereby sealing Kyle in an airless confinement. They then set a timer and started repeatedly bagging Kyle for longing and longer periods with shorter and shorter periods in between for Kyle to catch his breath. Kyle was doing ok so far but everyone could hear him gasping more and more and he was starting to squirm in the bag.
"Clear your mind Kyle...you're going to be our alright.....minimize your movement and thoughts.....they take up a lot of oxygen. If you can do that you'll last a lot longer."
"Please....let me out ...I...I.. can't...breath...." begged Kyle.
"Focus Kyle, don't waste air with talking....no ones ever died from this and you won't either." the instructors said, as they observed him with very satisfied looks in their eyes.
All the junior pilots in the room were watching and listening intently with full erections. They were careful not to touch themselves but were unconsciously breathing heavy themselves as they watched Kyle's suffering. A few felt a bit sorry for Kyle but even they were still hoping the instructors would keep bagging Kyle for the whole one hour class period.