Lost Luggage 4

Author: cigarlad
Title: Lost Luggage 4
Date: 07 February 2017

It takes some time to release me from my plaster casts and heavy resin blocks on my feet, and I wasn’t half worried when they used a cast saw around my head piece. The blocks on my feet were quite brittle, so a few taps with a hammer and they came apart with little trouble.

The older guy said I’d have some time out of bondage to recover and get food before the next activity.

‘Unfortunately, you’re here without the proper paperwork or visa and so we do need to take great care that you don’t get seen outside of our care. Better to be safe than sorry’

He picks up a metal collar. It’s a dull steel colour, hinged, with a loop at the front. It almost look medieval, must be two inches high and looks heavy.

‘Really, surely there’s no need for that?’ I exclaim

’We just can’t take any chances, it’s just to be sure you can’t wander off, even accidentally’

To start with it feels cold when he places it around my next. Then i realise it’s even heavier than I expected, it’ll hardly going to let me relax. He closes it around the front, it’s tight, but not too restrictive. I’d read stories of collars being welded on so was thankful when he just picks up a padlock.

He picks up a chain lying on the ground and padlocks it to locks it front of the collar.

‘There, that was no trouble’ he says

I see the other end of the chain leading to an anchor at the further point in the small room where I am being kept. If I tried to leave then I wouldn’t be able to make it to the door, but I had free run of the room I was being kept in.

‘Take some to rest, there is food and drink here and you should be able to reach the bathroom facilities to freshen up.’ he says

I sit and eat, contemplating that I seem to be less of a customer of Fast Track and more their plaything.

One of the younger guys comes in, I think it’s Josh

‘I saw so pleased we found you. John likes to be in control too much to get put in bondage for a long time. Pete enjoys it, but like John, he enjoys being in charge, so it’s ended up being me that gets bound up most of the time to test the new gear. I love it, but I’m just so desperate to cum when they do it to me and I can’t cope with it once I’ve cum, I just need release.’

‘You know, with that shaved head, and the collar, you do make a hot looking sub. I hope I get to use you’

My cock starts to twitch when he says that, I’ve never though of myself as a sub before, but with three guys holding me like this, and a network of guards who enjoying using me then I guess I most definitely am a sub.

John enters, ‘Hows things going in here, are you ready for some more?’

I nod, ‘ready as I’ll ever be’

He and the other guy, Pete, start to bring in gear, lots of it. I can see piles of rubber get stacked up on the floor.

‘This time, we’re just going to see how much we can isolate you from the outside world. We’ll start easy and as we go on then you should feel more and more immobilised as we encapsulate you in layers of rubber.

‘I think we’ll let you enjoy this a bit and test your ability to control yourself. But the rule is that you shouldn’t cum. In fact you are not permitted to cum, we don’t want you to feel tormented in the gear. At least not yet anyway.’

‘We debated what to use to turn you into a rubberised object that could cope with the time we plan to keep you locked up and thought of all sorts of materials. I have to admit that during our conversations we all got quite excited at the thought of you squirming around inside it so the one thing we all decided is that we’d have you lubed up for it.’

I see a good few bottles of J Lube stacked up next to the rubber.

Pete squirts some on my naked body and then on his hands, rubbing it around my chest,back, legs, and taking care to puts lots around my dick

The first rubber item is easy, a simple one piece rubber surf suit. Short legs, really just covering the middle of my body.

I can feel there is a zip at the rear and he slowly unzips me from the top. He squirts some lube onto a large looking black butt plug. I bend slightly and he forces it deep up my arse. After the experience of having one up me before then I know I can cope with it and just hope that it doesn’t make me too horny’

‘Lets just zip you back up, cant have that popping out’, he chuckles

I’m zipped up, keeping the butt plug in place.

‘Best take the collar off for this next one’ John says and they unlock the padlock and unhinge the collar. I feel the weight lifted.

He continues to lube up over the rubber as I step into the next piece, a one piece rubber suit. There are attached socks and gloves, and probably a whole bottle of lube has been squirted inside already. It’s a neck entry suit, which would usually be a struggle, but with the lube then it goes on easily and I feel the slick lube squishing around between my bare skin and the rubber. Apart from my head, every part of my body is covered.

A simple hood is put on. The hood isn’t lubed, just talc’d. But a squirt of lube is rubbed into my shaved head so that there is some movement once it’s on.
The hood is basic, eye, nose and a generous mouth hole.

‘So, the heavy duty suit next’, John says, as though he’s reading off a list of things to do.

This suit is much thicker than the last one, no attached socks or gloves, and it zips up my back to keep it tightly on. This feels quite heavy already.

‘Waders?’ Pete says. ‘Yep’ John replies

A set of waders, which look a bit like dungarees are next, these again have plenty of lube inside so I slide right in. My feet squish around in the bottom of them, I think much of the lube has sunk to the bottom. The shoulder straps hold them up and they seem to fit like a glove. I look like i’m ready to go play in mud.

Josh starts rubbing my body over, trying to spread the layers of rubber and lube around. Each time he goes near my dick I can’t help but twitch.

‘Remember, no cumming boy’

John picks up some 3 inch wide rolls of plain rubber and starts to unwrap these around my legs. Starting at the top of the wellies that form part of the waders he wraps one side and passes to Pete to keep wrapping around. This keeps going on until the roll ends and they pick up a new roll. Eventually my body right up to may armpits is wrapped in rubber.

Next is the straightjacket. I hold my arms out forward and the straightjacket is brought towards my body. Around the back a series of laces, buckles and straps are done up and I feel much more restricted, this is tighter than anything I’ve had before.
My arms are folded across my chest and the remaining rubber from the arms is strapped around my back.

‘Nearly there’ John says to the other guys, ‘Pete, you wanna use his mouth before we finish?’

‘Oh definitely, thanks John.’ Pete says, unzipping his jeans.

He kneels over me, beating off his cock first to get it hard then plunges it straight into my mouth. He holds my head up at and angle and I struggle to take it down. He leans over me, arms on the floor like he’s doing push ups, thrusting it in and out with no mercy. His dick is rock hard, and it’s hard not to gag as he rams it in and out. It’s clear that this is a top in the making and shows me no mercy. While he fucks my face I’m hard as I think of the cute lad using me, he’s probably the nearest to my type, well built, nice short flattop. I suck hard and imagine what it would be like if he was in rubber too.

With bit of encouragement from the others it’s not long before he shoots his load, most is right in my mouth, which I swallow down but some splatters all over my face.

‘Thats a good bit of service there boy’ John says to me, ‘and it won’t be the last cum you take. Better get used to it’

I’m turned on by the menacing tone and look up thinking what a powerful position they are in.

My mouth isn’t free for long as he slips a rubber gag in with straps that have press studs to attached onto the hood.

I see a gas mask picked up, it’s an S10 style with a full hood attached, it slides over my head and gets zipped up at the rear to fit snugly over the first hood, a tube is screwed on and lies on my chest. That’s topped off by a rubber collar, which seals the gas mask hood, it’s restrictive, but so far I can breathe okay and there’s enough slimy j lube around my body to be able to get everything comfortable.

‘I think we’ll get him packaged’

I’m picked up and I can see that i’m being slid inside a large rubber sack, feet first. It’s loose and not like a standard sleep sack. My gas mask breathing tube is fed through a hole above me and the entrance to the sack is zipped up so top and bottom are kept together.
I can hear something which sounds like an air compressor. Slowly I feel the bottom layer of the sack start to inflate under me, raising me slightly off the ground. Once i’m lifted a little then I feel the same pressure coming from above. It feels like two inflatable cushions, one under and one above me, pressing my rubbered body from both top and bottom, turning me into the contents of a rubber sandwich . As it inflates then it fills up around the sides, holding me rigidly in position.

The noise of the compressor slows, then stops, I guess my cocoon is fully inflated.

I hear them rub and tap my inflated outer layer, every noise they make on it is amplified and it feels like it goes right through my body.

Inside the layers, I wriggle and squirm in the lube and rubber, it feels slimy and sticky but warm all over my body. It feels like i’m lying in a tank of gloopy lube, but I can’t wriggle around in it, there’s no escape.

I hear a voice through the tube, ‘As you’ve not had any of the special drink, then we fully expect you to sweat, and maybe need to piss. Thats normal, just let it happen’

I’ve not though about that, and as soon as he says it then the need to piss gets to me. I have a rock hard boner coated in lube, rubbing up against the layers of rubber, but I know I shouldn’t cum.

I lie there and all I can see is the blackness of the inflated rubber cocoon, occasionally feeling them press and prod the outside. I think about how on the other occasions I’d been able to sleep easily, but this is too horny, hot, slimy and sweaty.

My cock stays on edge for hours. Eventually the urge to piss gets to me and I let go feeling the hot liquid seep between the layers, first against by body but then working down under the first layer to the suit where it mixes with the lube. It lets the lube spread more, making that layer squish and slide. I feel like a pig in mud, just sloshing around.

Now and again I get a strong smell through the breathing tube, at one point i’m sure it’s poppers, another time I think it’s smoke. I imagine the three guys watching me, enjoying what they have done to me, wondering if they are getting horny themselves.

Hours pass and I hear one of them say ‘time for bed’

I’m lifted up, feels like quite high and then put down again. The rubber cocoon squishes around me like it’s being forced into something. Then I hear a slam above me and I know that i’ve been put into a box. I can hear a whole series of closures and locks click shut as they move around all corners of the box lid, trapping me inside. That sound of a lock click shut excites me, knowing that even if I could have escaped before then I definitely couldn’t now.

Then all I hear is my own breathing. Nothing from the men and I think that have left me like this.

I just lie there squishing around I’m my slimy rubber, pushing my cock against the inflated rubber top and my plugged arse against the rubber bottom. I get into a rhythm, but stop in case I cum. I wonder how they would know if I came, but decided it was still best not to risk it.

For hours I don’t sleep, and my mind spins on how I’ve ended up in an immobilised, packaged and vulnerable state once again.

Eventually I wake up, thirsty, sticky and uncomfortable. I have no idea what the time is, but I guess it must be approaching morning. My mouth is dry and I try to move the rubber gag around with my tongue to get it more comfortable but whatever I do it doesn’t work and I get desperate for release. I need to piss again, so give up just let go. The warm piss mixes with the thick lube and slackens off my movement, I try to wriggle and stretch, but the pressure of the inflatable cocoon keeps me tight. They must have known that if I didn’t have any blue drink that I would sweat and need to piss.

After hours locked up, I feel desperate to escape now.

They must have been waiting for me to wake up and as soon as I make a noise then I hear the locks on the top of the box open. The box is tipped over any my whole body just rolls out onto the ground.

‘Have a good night?’ someone says

I grunt and try to beg for release.

‘Soon, not long now’

I hear a whoosh noise as the air to the inflatable cocoon is released and I feel my whole body sink down, resting on the ground.

The collar gets removed and then the gas mask. I hope for the gag to come out, but that stays.

I only see Josh, the younger of the men. I see his cock, up close to my face and he quickly unclips my gag, immediately replacing it with his dick. He pushes it in deep. My mouth is dry, but I still suck as hard as I can, moving my tongue around his cock head. He moans as he grabs the back of my head and pulls me onto his dick. He keeps lifting my head up, using my mouth, he pushed my head onto his dick as though I’m sucking him hard instead of him face fucking me.

I feel him twitching in me, and his moans are getting louder when the boss appears.

‘What the hell Josh’ John says, ‘can you seriously not control yourself’

I feel him pull out immediately, I guess he shouldn’t be in here.

‘Josh, I’ve told you before about your urges. Looks like we’re going to have to do something with you to keep you in check’, he says and I see Josh looking red and sheepish.

‘In the box now Josh’

Josh looks unhappy, like he’s going to sulk.

’Now’ John orders

Josh lies down in the box and John shuts the lid, clicking closed all of the clasps on the lid.

’That’ll sort him for a while, I’m sure he’ll get the hornyness out of his system after a few hours’, John says

‘Since you’ve been unboxed, we may as well get you ready.’

I feel relieved as the other two guys start to take the layers off, the straightjacket comes off and I sigh a relief as I can move my arms freely. The rubber straps slowly unwind from my legs up to my chest and the waders are pulled off me. They stop there though, leaving me covered in the rubber suits, with all the piss and lube inside.

I’m passed a bottle of the blue drink and I drink down the whole lot in one go. Feels so much better, even if it does taste horrible.

‘Right, we have a big test package coming up, so I need you in a good state’, he says to me. ‘Have breakfast, and make sure you get enough blue drink’

He fixes the metal collar back around my neck and I’m chained again while I eat and relax. I feel like I’m getting used to the rubber suits now.

Every now and again I hear moans from the box and eventually I hear him groan so much that I’m sure he’s come.

He keep groaning, so much that John comes back in. ‘Look Josh, I’ve told you, if you shoot your load that just makes it harder for you. This time you need to learn and you’re staying for the rest of day. If you’re not careful I’ll gag you, and I know you hate that’

I grin and John notices. He smiles back ‘One day that guy will learn’

I’m left for several hours to lie back and refresh myself until John and Pete come back.

‘Right, this next packaging method is pretty new here, are you ready?’

‘Yes, I think so, I’m ready’ I reply. I think my stamina is getting better and can cope with these extended bondage methods for longer and longer now.

‘This is the straightforward one. The purpose of this is to make storage on the aircraft, or trailer or however we transport you to be easier. Do you recall when you buy a toy or small item of any sort then it is usually packed in a clear polystyrene film that is moulded to the item, technically it is called blister packaging Then there is either a hole for a hook at the top, or as the packaging forms a rectangle then it can be slid into a rack,. This is what we intend to do with you’

‘We have two sheets of clear Polystyrene, quite thick at around 5mm. One is a flat back and the front fits the contour of your body and is achieved using a vacuum. Unfortunately as we have to heat the material to make it pliable then we can’t do this directly over your body, although I am working on a procedure to do that. In the meantime we have already made these pieces based on a model of you.’

Pete brings both pieces in. Both are just over my height and make a rectangular shape.

‘I thought since you are being a bit of a toy for us then we may as well keep you like one. By the end of this, you’ll be a bit of an action hero, ha’

‘Now, I quite fancy making you look the part. He fetches over a very heavy duty diving suit, just the sort that deep sea divers wear. Huge heavy boots, a hood with a wide face opening, massive gloves.

I need help getting in and the weight is so incredible over every part of my body that I struggle to move around. I feel like I’m 10 times bigger with this on. The rubber gag is clipped onto my hood, and I moan through it before the massive rubber diving helmet is placed on my head, it has a wide visor and fastens directly onto the suit, fully sealing me inside.

The flat piece of packaging is laid on the floor and I lie in the middle of it. The second is laid on top of me and it forces my legs and arms into position to fit the mould.
There is one small breathing hole in the plastic which should at least let a small amount of air in.

They clip the two pieces together all around the edge but John says that they need to be joined correctly to hold me in place. I see him hold what looks like some sort of heat gun and he slowly goes around the edges of the plastic crimping the top and bottom together which ends up sealing me inside. Once the edges are completely cold, they lift me up and flex the container a little. I’m held perfectly in the middle and don’t move.

‘We tried packaging Josh like this naked, but typically he shot his load quickly and sort of ruined the nice packaged appearance of the body. As usual he wanted out immediately too. You look much better in it like this’

He takes a picture with his phone and holds it up to my visor. He’d slid some paper between the layers, just like in real toy packaging. ‘Hero Diver’ it said. I have ended up looking just like a real toy, like an aquamarine action man or GI Joe figure. You wouldn’t know there was a real person inside the package.

They lift me up at each corner, put me on a trolley and transport me to to an area of the building that looks like a loading bay. It’s quiet so I suspect it is the weekend.

I can see a small lifting crane in the warehouse and John fits the hook of the crane through a hole above my head in the plastic. He tells me it’s reinforced area so can take the weight.

The crane starts up and I feel myself being lifted from the head end. I’m raised up off the ground, just enough to get me vertical. Pete starts spinning me slowly, left then right while John takes a video of me all packed up like a toy.

After they congratulate themselves on their work they leave me, switching the warehouse lights off.

I’m left in my rubber layers, fully immobilised in rubber and completely encased in plastic packaging, swaying, hoping i’m not destined to be sent to some store for display.

I just hope I can manage not to cum.