Lost Luggage 3

Author: cigarlad
Title: Lost Luggage 3
Date: 04 February 2017

I seem to have been shipped Fast Track to the US. I don’t know where exactly, or how the hell they managed it, but they seem to know what they’re doing.

The US Fast Track guard welcomes me and smiles.

‘I see you are one of our special delivery packages Sir. Now, of course, when my good friends in Auckland arranged your delivery to us then then it didn’t involve us having any valid paperwork or a visa for your entry into the United States. This means that during your visit you must be confined to the Fast Track protected zones or transport. I think we will enjoy using you and I hope you are satisfied with our services.'

With that he leans closer over me, kisses me quite roughly on the mouth. I feel the bristles on his moustache and want it to go on for longer.

The foam top of my packaging goes straight back on. I’m flipped over so i’m facing down and the foam base is removed. I feel fresh air on my arse cheeks.

‘First things first Sir, we must conduct a rectal examination. Already I see we have something in your ass cavity that needs removing’

He pulls out the rubber butt plug, it comes slowly to start but then almost flies out.

A squirt of cold lube on my hole and I feel a rubber gloved hand ease it’s way in. I lie on the foam, face down as the guard penetrates my arse, one finger, slowly in and out, so very slowly in and out.
He eases in a second finger. I moan louder, it feels so good. More lube and and he keeps going, it’s feels so fucking fantastic.

My arse stops being so tight and he goes as deep as he can with his fingers. I’ve never had that before and with my tight hole then he can’t go much further with his hands. I feel something else next, something harder, more rigid, longer and it’s going deeper in me. My moans are louder and louder as he pushes the massive dildo right in me.

‘Very good, but we’re definitely going to have to do something about that moaning’

He moves the dildo in and out, getting it in a slow fucking motion and eventually pulls it right out. My cock presses hard against the foam packaging, I want to cum so much but the top goes back onto my packaging.

I hear him come back into the small preparation room a few minutes with someone else.
“This is the one that the guys sent over I was telling you about. He’s had a fair bit already, but I’m told he can take as much as we can give him.’

The lid comes off and see both of them. Again, nicely uniformed with a cap, the mousetached one is middle aged, the other one a little younger but more muscled, both pretty hot guys.

“I’m sure you would have enjoyed your journey in comfort Sir, but we had best get you out and prepared’
I’m lifted out of the foam base onto the table.

I’m given a few minutes to recover on the table while the guards see to the other customers from the plane. I get up, have a drink of the blue stuff and an energy bar to keep me going.

I get some time to relax my body and after a while the noise dies down and tache guy returns. ’Sadly, unlike our Kiwi cousins, we don’t have as many of the prototype packing containers here Sir, so sometimes we have to improvise’

‘We’re not going to detain you long, there are other plans for your trip, this is just a flying visit’

‘One of the things our FastTrack customers say is that the main thing they enjoy is the peaceful headspace they can get into. A complete loss of senses, no sight or hearing. It allows them to really drift off for the entire journey. We thought we could step that up a notch and concentrate on that to improve the experience’

He motions to a pile of materials in the corner - I see clear wrap, so far so good, but then a series of what looks like medical supplies. Theres also what look like hooks. Odd.

‘So, if you just sit right up, we’ll get to work.’

I hear a click and buzz and see that the other guard is holding clippers. Oh hell, i’m getting a haircut.

‘What we find in these situations is that the experience is heightened when you can feel the enclosure as close to you as possible, so the best way we can do that it to take care of your hair’

The clippers start at my neck, and plow right up and over, I see my brown hair tumbling down in front of me onto my lap. He repeats, with long passes, from back to front, and then front to back. I’m desperate to see what I look like.

Once the main work is done, a hot towel gets placed on top for a few minutes, it feels incredibly relaxing as I close my eyes and let my dick get hard.

He brushes foam right over my scalp and I feel the slow scraping away of the bristles with a razor, it’s an incredible feeling as he repeats the slow shaving with the blade removing every last bit of hair.
He dries me off and applies some lotion, buffing it up with a soft cloth afterwards.

‘Looking good Sir’ the younger guard says while grabbing my dick.

‘He certainly does, it’s shame we don’t have him for long’, tached guard replies.

They wrap some clear wrap around my head, taking care around my nose, mouth and eyes to leave good gaps. It’s smoothed down carefully so it’s even all over my freshly shaved head.

The other guard then starts on me by putting a towel over my shoulders and then slowly wrapping some cold wet material around my head. It feels like bandages, but wet. He keeps going, slowly, carefully, wiping up any mess that drips on me. It’s a very slow process, I’m not sure what it happening. One of them places a small round tube in my mouth so that the bandages don’t cover it.

Over time I feel a little warmth from the bandages as they seem to dry out and then it feels like they are hardening around my head. It’s like a mummification exercise.

I see them hold up a metal eye hook - it’s a steel loop, but attached to a small, maybe one inch square plate. That’s positioned right on top of my head and he continues wrapping the plaster soaked bandages over the plate of the hook so that the hook is fixed to my head.

One of my arms is held out and my wrist is placed over an arm wrist. He positions my hands in a half clasped position around a soft piece of foam, more clear wrap is applied and then a repeat of the bandages. Again, he places one of the hooks at the end of my clenched fist and wraps that in position. The process is repeated on my other hand.

Turning to my feet they pull some kind of socks over each of them, it’s not rubber, but seems to be some kind of protective material. He fetches over two foot size open wooden boxes, and gently lets my feet sink into the think gloop that half fills each box.

‘So, as you can tell, we have dulled your main areas of senses, whist at the same time restricted your abilities to do most things. Your head and hands will set nice and hard. As it will take some time for your feet to set into position into the resin then we’ll leave you for a while and return later. I’d suggest for an optimal experience you do not try to move’

They tidy up around me and leave the room, switching the lights out as they leave. I see the red light of a camera in the corner, watching everything.

I sit there in darkness, half unable to move, but also not wanting to move. I try to stay awake, staring into the darkness of the room, wondering what happens when the materials set and thinking how long i’ll be in them

Some time later, one reenters the room to check the materials. Both the head and fists he seems happy with, but not the feet, so he leaves and I’m left again.

It’s a long time until he returns, taps the blocks on my feet and seems happy. He breaks off the wooded sides and I look down to see my feet completely encased in solid blocks of resin. I try to lift them, but they seem too heavy to lift.

‘Let’s get you framed’

Both of the guards lift me carefully onto a small luggage trolley and wheel me into the main Fast Track area. No one else is around now, so I guess the flights have finished for the day.

I see a large rectangular frame with a flat wooden back to it lying on the floor. It’s about my height. I’m laid onto it, facing out, with my blocked feet spread out and resting in the each of the bottom corners. One guy uses some rope and loops it through the hook attached to my head, this is pulled up and tied to a hook at the top of the frame. He does the same with the hooks on my hands, pulling them across to each side of the frame.

“Ready for the last bit?’

I can hardly answer through the tube so I grunt a yes

They fetch a piece of clear perspex, same size as the frame and lay it on top. He picks up an electric screwdriver and screws the perspex pane all around the frame, effectively putting me behind a window.

He drills a large hole into the side of the frame to create a vent for air, and steps back.

“Now the difficult bit’ Tache guy says as one guy lifts one end of me up off the floor, supporting me with blocks as he goes. Once I’m raised up enough I see him screwing what appears to be wooden posts into the bottom of the frame to act as table legs. They repeat at the other end and I end up being propped up just like a dinner table.

They both stand back at me lying there and look pleased with their work so far.

‘Ready to eat?’ One says to the other’ ‘Sure, I’m starving’’ the other replies

They fetch various food and drink and lay it out on the perspex top above me, I can’t move my head, or move anything really, so I get slight glimpses of their plates and of them passing drinks to each other. They laugh, and seem to enjoy what they have made.

For the whole meal they ignore me.

All the time I lie there, my cock twitching at the though of how I have just become a displayed object as part of their dinner table.

I see a bottle of wine come out and the tached guard offers a cigar to the muscled guard.

‘Do you think our visitor would like a cigar?’, he laughs

I hear something being affixed to the hole in the frame, I see it’s a flexible tube as then I see my frame being filled with pungent cigar smoke. I cough slightly, but my dick just twitches more.

‘I think he likes that’, tache’d guard laughs

I catch glimpses of the two guards starting to make out, and unbutton each others shirts. I lie there wishing I could join in.

I hear moans as they start to wank each other off and I see one of them approach my head end of the table. Through the small eye holes and perspex I see his cock, rock hard, him stroking it faster and faster. He moans and shoots his load all over my perspex covering. The other guard isn’t far behind, and i see his cum shoot right across the top.

‘Good job we made him wipe clean’, he laughs.

I see the flash of a camera, no doubt pictures of me will be heading back to the Auckland guys and whoever else is in their bondage network.

‘Lets get dressed, we have to get him covered and into to the truck before the morning shift gets in’

I’m wiped down and then I see a black plastic sticky coating being applied to my perspex top.
They manhandle me outside. I feel a truck tail lift lifting me up to the back and then some straps going over me holding my tabled form into a locked down position.

‘Thanks for visiting us, I hope to see you soon’, the muscled guard says and pulls closed the truck doors.

I stay in position for a couple of hours until I hear the truck start up and drive off.

The truck stops a couple of times on its long drive, I must have been in this for 6 or 7 hours I lost track of time. Eventually I hear the doors open and a load of other stuff is taken out.
The driver shouts to someone else asking for help and i’m unstrapped and brought down on the tail lift.

‘I don’t know what’s so special about this to need overnight transport, it’s heavy as well well man’ the driver says.

‘Yeah, sorry, it’s something special’ the other guy says

I’m carried again, inside I think and left.

‘Hey guys, he’s here’, I hear the guy shouting.
The plastic covering is begun to be peeled back and I see faces, two or three of them. I’m relieved to make out the FastTrack logo on their shirts. They’re not the usual guards uniforms though.

‘This is great, really great work by the LAX guys. I love what they’ve done. I see why they said we’d need some tools now.’

‘So, if I get this right he’s probably been in this for 12 or so hours, and I know he had enough of the drink, so we can leave him in it for a while yet.’ one of them says.

Sure. Let’s get him propped up.

They tip me up on my end and take the table legs off and prop me up against the wall. I feel like I’m art on display or something.

I get a better look at the guys - there’s three of them, mixed ages, a couple of younger and one a bit older. I seem to be in an office unit or something.

‘Hey man, good to have you here.’ one says, trying to look directly at my eyes.

‘We’re the Fast Track development team. We created all this. I’m so glad to meet you. Really great to have you here. I hope you’re enjoying it’ He gushes.

‘Hey, c’mon Josh, be cool.’ The older guy says, continuing, ‘Hey, I’m John, I look after things here. As he says, we’re the development team that came up with this concept. Just like you, we all know what good bondage is like, and thought we’d be able to put it some practical use in the wider world. We’re constantly developing new ways to make the experience better and we’ve been looking for someone that can cope with extreme methods that we use when testing new packaging.’

‘Some of our Fast Track network guards understand what we’re about and keep on the lookout for guys that can help us develop our packaging.’

‘I’m hoping you might agree to be our test subject?’

How could I say no.