Lost Luggage 2

Author: cigarlad
Title: Lost Luggage 2
Date: 04 February 2017

It had been a few months since I’d had that last ‘Fast Track’ flight to New Zealand. Still can’t get it out of my mind, that feeling of being stored away all of that time and then that fantastic session being used in bondage by the guards. I really wan’t to experience it again.

It’s not working out though. For a while I kept researching where the Fast Track option was available. That’s hard though, you seem to only get the option once you book the flight and then the option comes via email. The call centres know nothing about it.

I’d travelled a lot for work, but only managed to get the option one more time, that was on a flight to New York.
It’s was fine, I got the standard FastTrack experience though, all quick and efficient. I got put in the sleep sack just like last time, hooded and gagged, but that was it. It was nice to be restrained, but it seemed much more clinical.

The flights there and back were much shorter, so maybe I hadn’t felt the same intense bondage experience I got the first time. If you’ve ever dealt with US airport security then you know how thorough they are too, there was no messing round and I was transported quickly with no hassles. I’d not wanted to even hint to them that I enjoyed it and would like to get the ‘Experience Package’ in case they thought I was weird.

There’s no work trips on the horizon for New Zealand, so only one thing for it, going to have to pay to go back and see if I can get the same experience as last time.

So, I take a few weeks off work. I tell my boss that I enjoyed my last visit there so fancy an extended tourist trip.

I make sure I book exactly the same airline, even the same route and times, and I hope the email comes though offering FastTrack.

Thankfully it does.

I get hard at the thought of arriving, seeing the same guards, hoping they remember me and then just use me the way they did before. It’s a hell of an expense and a long way for that, but I just can’t think of any other way to get that again.

Collection time comes, and I’m picked up as before, driven to the airport and into the service yard.

‘Welcome back Sir. Good to see you.’ The guard says

‘Nice to be here, I have to say I think this is a really great service’ Of course what I mean to say is please stick me in bondage as soon as you can and treat me like a object like before.

As before I undress and drink the blue liquid, still tastes bad, but it seems to do the job, I don’t recall ever getting thirsty or needing to pee during the journey.

‘Do you have any optional packages that I can go for?’ - I hope he’s going to say yes, pull out a butt plug and ram it in my arse, but thats just my imagination playing wild. I even allow myself to get semi hard, just to show I’m willing.

‘No Sir, the Fast Track service doesn’t have any extras, it’s a standard dispatch service’, he remarks, completely ignoring my semi as he gets me into the sleep sack.
The attached leather hood pulls over and he gently places the soft gag in my mouth.

‘One change for your previous visits Sir, we do now place some straps over you to hold you more firmly onto the board. These are quite gentle and you’ll barely know they are there.’

I start to get hopeful, but I feel them only slightly, they don’t seem to do much. My cock softens. Even though I’m bound in a leather hooded sleep sack, gagged and stored in a capsule with just a few cm around me, I want more.
Loading is very quick and as before I drift off to sleep easily.

Arrival comes and I get unloaded. A loud clunk and the capsule door opens, I’m slid out, and gently released from the gag, hood and sleep sack.

‘Yes’, finally’ I think, it’s one of the guards from before, but the other guard is different.

“Hey there, good to see you again’ I say, perhaps a little to keenly

‘Good morning Sir, welcome to Auckland’

He helps me up from the table and hands me my clothes and bags.

‘I really enjoyed my time here last time’

‘Very good Sir’, he says, quite officially.

‘Yes, I especially enjoyed my time here at the airport’, I try to hint

‘Okay Sir’

‘With you and the other guard’

‘Good Sir. Although I’m not quite sure what you are referring to’

‘You know, with me in the pallet wrap, and everything that happened’

‘Well Sir, you know, sometimes we find our passengers dream quite a bit when in the capsule, so I expect your mind drifted away’

Hmm, why is he denying it? Shit, have I come all this way for nothing. Did I actually just dream the whole thing?
No, of course I didn’t, I had that butt plug up me for ages, you don’t dream that. They fucked me, hell, I fucked him.

“We don’t have any immediate further travel inventory for you Sir, is this a vacation?’
‘Yes, I have quite a bit of free time off…’ I was going to continue, something along the lines of if you want to take me now then bloody well do it.

‘Your car is waiting Sir, we will be in touch with your return details’

I can’t help but leave the airport dejected.

So, I try and make the best of it, the flight back isn’t for another three weeks, so I head to the hotel and start to plan some sightseeing.
I spend the next couple of days wandering around, still deciding what to do for three weeks. I’m not great at vacations, never know what to do.

I think about hiring a car and look for my passport, shit I’ve lost it. When did I last have it? I hand it over before they process me for the flight, but did they give it back to me?
I call the airport and after a while they call back. Yes, it’s there and available for pick up. Just head to the airport information counter.
Oh, well, shame i’m not going back to the Fast Track depot.

I get a taxi there, find the information desk and the lady takes me to Security.

An airport Security Guard welcomes me, ’Hello Sir, yes we have your passport, we just need to confirm a few details’
He rattles through a few things, where I’m staying, return date, employment etc. Random stuff and chatter mainly, seems to go on for ages.
Another guard that I recognise as the other Fast Track guard appears and nods at the first guard, 'I'll can take care of this now'
‘Right Sir, if you’ll step this way, motioning to a rear door’

I head through it and see the first FastTrack guard. Next to him is a wooden box on a pallet.

‘Now Sir, if you you could just step into this box for me please’

I grin. I don’t know what the plan is, but I’m game.

The box is a standard wooden packing crate, about 1 metre square. I climb in and crouch and the lid closes above me. A couple of metal claps clip the lit shut and i hear the unmistakable sound of a padlock go.

I hear a small pallet truck beeping as it picks me up and reverses, transporting me. I hear noise and know I end up going outside the airport.

The sound disappears, and I guess I’ve been taken into a unit on the airport, maybe the FastTrack unit, maybe somewhere else.

I check my watch, it’s about 4pm.

Silence. I keep checking my watch, 5, 6, 7pm. I stop checking.

Shit, did my questioning the guards get them suspicious, are they just going to keep me here like this in a crate?

I try and rest my head, it’s not comfortable. I hope I don’t get cramp. I didn’t get any of the special drink, what if I get thirsty, I need to pee. Worry sets in. Panic sets in.
I shout, ‘Hey, is there anyone there’
Nothing. Just silence.
I still need to pee, I get agitated. At least I’m not claustrophobic, but they already know that.

More time passes, I can’t keep the piss in anymore and end up peeing myself. I sit there, sweaty, soaked in piss, thirsty and yes a little bit scared.

I must have slept. I hear a fork lift, then a jolt, and i’m picked up. Thank god.

I’m transported for what seems like miles, I try to shout, but the outside noise is loud, and I guess they all have ear defenders on anyway.

I come to a stop and hear the padlock unlock and the lid unclipped. Then silence. I push gently at the lid of the box. Then I realise that I’m on my own, but not free.

The bastards have released me, but I’m inside what looks like a shipping container. There’s a toilet of sorts, a small light and some food, a bottle of the blue liquid and a note’

‘FastTrack would like to offer you this complementary meal for you visit, please enjoy’

I get undressed, out of my piss soaked jeans and boxers, and eat the food. I’ve not realised just how hungry I am.

Time passed, I think must have spent the whole night in the container.

I heard the bolt go on the door and finally I got to see my tormentors, this time it’s both of the guards. I forgot how handsome they were. Maybe it’s the uniform too.

‘Hey, look at these clothes, he’s pissed himself’ I recognise the guards voice. The one that took my cock last time.

‘Ha ha, maybe he likes that.’ another voice says, I think it’s the other guard, the one that fucked me.

I don’t know whether to be relieved that it’s them, or worried, if they can do this to me, maybe they aren’t just having a bit of fun, I should be more careful.

‘Enjoy your rest?’ one says.

I’m handed another one of the blue drinks, which I gulp right down.

‘Thats better, it’ll keep you going’, one of them says.

‘So, me and my mate here thought you got a bit of an easy ride last time. We’ve seen enough FastTrack customers to know which ones get off on it and especially which ones can take more. You’re not the first one that we got to play with and you won’t be the last. Thats the benefit of our job, we can pick and choose.’

The other one continued, ’So, just to explain, as part of Fast Track, they experimented with different packaging and ways of storing passengers. In the end they went for the basic method, but you know we have quite a few of the experimental storage devices in this warehouse. No point in throwing them out, we thought they might be useful one day’

‘Now, we think you might like to try some of these. Some aren’t comfortable, some you will definitely want to get out of, and some you might just want to stay in for a long time. If you’re lucky, you’ll get the third ones’

‘So, before we go on, nod if you would like to continue’

It’s not a hard decision, so I nod.

‘Excellent, up you get and lets get started. Lets start with prototype Model A’

Model A turns out to be another box. It’s like the packing crate, but a dull black, maybe coated in rubber.

‘This was the first attempt. They thought originally we’d stack you guys up as cubes, and that you may still need some access for breathing and maybe a drink so they kept a hole’

The lid hinges up and inside there’s a small raised section to sit on. My legs bend back under the seating bit, knees resting comfortably on something with the result that I seemed to be squatting. The guard pushes my head down and forward and it fits into an open section of the front which is lined with a rubber coated padding. So basically i’m squatting down, leaning forward with my face flush poking outside of the box.’

‘Now Sir, you’ll see already that it is probably not the most comfortable of positions compared to the later methods, but one of the aims of developing the ‘blue’ drink was to avoid cramps and allow you to relax. It didn’t really succeed, but it’s certainly one of our favourites.’

’The ergonomics guys hadn’t quite worked out a great method for holding you still, and so the prototypes went with a simple solution.’ guard two chips in.

Over the box he rips open a plastic bag and hundreds, thousands probably, of small foam packaging bits fall into the box and onto the floor around me. These are the yellow ones that look like cheesy snacks.
He swills them around a bit, making sure they get into every corner and presses them down. Then for good measure he piles them high and pushes the lid down firmly to keep the pressure up.
The lid closes and I hear a bolt keep it closed.

‘As I say, the big reason for this model version was to keep the face accessible. The test candidates liked that, but the problem for us in the real world is that the head is at crotch level and us guys just couldn’t resist. We’d just rub ourselves, accidentally of course, against their faces. We’ve never got to have a proper go, until you came along’

He unzips himself, pulling out his decent wide cock and takes no time in ramming it in my mouth. My head can’t move back and I have to take it as deep as he wants to push it … and that’s deep. I gag, but he just tells me to relax and breathe through my nose. All I can see is his black uniform trousers, if I look down I see his shiny polished work boots, and I can’t look up to see his face.

He goes in deep and slow, holds his dick there then pulls out slowly, repeating each time trying to go deeper and deeper.

‘This is great, I always thought this model should’ve been put into service, think of the guys we could’ve used like this’, the guard says to his mate.
‘Yeah, I think we should’ve plugged him though.’ the other guard agrees.
‘Next time’

I keep getting face fucked, alternating between hard thrusts to my throat and slow movement where i can get my tongue to work on his knob head’

‘I’m gonna cum.’ he says quickly

‘Fill him up’ the other guard says

I feel his cum squirting in the back of my mouth, I try and get it all swallowed down, desperate to cum myself.

He pulls out, leaving some cum dripping on my chin, he wipes his cock and on my face.

‘Hey, we got to get on shift soon, what should we do with him now?’ the other guard says

‘Why don’t we take him with us’

My face is wiped dry with a rag and one of them sticks one of the soft travel gags in my mouth, followed by a good few strips of black duck tape.

They then drape some material over me to cover me up.

I feel a bit of movement as I’m lifted onto a trolley and wheeled over from the warehouse to the FastTrack unit where I’m placed on the floor.

I hear them do a shift handover with the previous guards and then it seems like they get to work.

For a while I hear routine work, including dealing with new FastTrack passengers - I hear them placing the customers into the leather sleep sacks and preparing them for travel in the containers.

One of the guards bends down and tells me, ’Shift is 10 hours long, so I hope you’re comfortable’

I try to moan, but barely a whimper comes out.

There’s a couple of more flights and a fair bit of activity, I even hear them discussing one of the clients that they’d like to fuck and arranging how they might get a hold of him. They frequently put stuff on top of my box, I’m treated just like a useful table.

‘Right, thats the last one today, your turn to use the package’ one guard says to etc other.

’Sure, I could do with a piss first though’

‘Why don’t you just use him, save the effort’

‘Ha, yes, may as well’

‘The cover is lifted off and the second guard takes off the tape, removes the gag and forces my mouth wide open with his hands - ‘Open up, time for a drink’

He lets go with a hot stream of piss, right into the back of my mouth, I try my hardest to drink it all down, but it keeps coming, never ending.

I spill some.

‘This urinal seems to be faulty, best ship it back to the factory’. He laughs. I just hope they’re not serious.

His crotch is right up against my face with his soft cock in my mouth when the piss stops and I get my tongue going on it, licking and sucking gently. He starts to move it back and forward and I feel it growing in me. Thats a hot feeling.
He starts to pound my face, deeper, rougher than the other guy, harder and harder. I’m careful not to gag as he explodes in my mouth, shooting a massive load in me. I swallow it down, the second load I’ve taken today.

‘End of the day so rest time’ the other guard says.

They get the trolley and take me back to the storage container where I’m unloaded and released from the box. I’m left unpackaged for the night in the container to recover, which is a welcome relief. There’s some more food and a mattress to lie on now so I sleep.

I don’t think it’s that long before I’m woken with the clunk of the lock and both guards stand there grinning at me. They bring something into the container and I see what’s next.

It’s a hexagonal shaped block of what looks like black polystyrene or foam. About 2 metres long.

It comes apart with a top and bottom and inside I see a hollow that looks like a shape of a person. I guess I know where I’m going.

‘Ready to be packed up in Model D Sir?’. Given who had the power here then the irony of the guard saying Sir, like I’m still the customer, wasn’t lost on me.

First, we had best prepare you though. He lubes up a butt plug and pushes it up my arse, it goes in easily and I squeeze my cheeks to feel how deep it goes.

They lift me into the human shaped gap. It’s almost perfect, but it’s also slightly soft so fits around my body exactly. I lie there, facing up, looking up at the two guards grinning down at me. Both then lift the top half of the packaging on top of me.

As they place it on top and push it down to make sure it seals me then everything goes dark. As it comes over me I see a bit of light where there is a hole over the mouth so I’m relieved I’ll still be able to breathe okay.

I’m rolled as a couple of straps go around the two halves securing top and bottom of the firm foam enclosure. I’m fully immobilised. I try to wiggle, but I can just about do my toes. I think the softness varies as I feel little pressure over my chest, but it’s tight round my legs and arms

I can tell that I’m being picked up at each end and feel like i’m being slid into one of the capsules. The foam deadens most of the noise and as I still feel tired then I drift off a little to sleep.

I wake up several times with a hard on, and stare into the darkness of the packaging, desperately wanting to play with my dick. Wondering what will happen next, or is that it, will I just be kept here. Next time I wake up it’s but not with the the clunk of the container door, but with the unmistakeable feeling of a plane landing.

What the fuck, I think.

I a few minutes, I’m slid out of the container and blinded by the light as the top of the foam covering is released.

Someone new, a different guard, still in a Fast Track uniform leans over. ‘Welcome to the The United Sates of America, Sir. ’

‘Oh Shit’