Lost Luggage 5

Author: cigarlad
Title: Lost Luggage 5
Date: 10 February 2017

I’ve probably been hanging around in my heavy rubber and plastic holder for a couple of hours. The slimy lube under it all feels more like tight sticky gummed up glue than the nice sloppily smooth lube that it was. That and the restrictive diving suit means I struggle to stretch or twist any of my body. I’m glad that I drank lots before I was bound up though as it’s doing it’s job stopping me from sweating or getting cramps.

Inside the windowless warehouse area I nearly jump out of my rubbered skin as I hear the crane that’s holding me up spring into life. I thought I was alone. I can feel a slow winding upwards movement, I’ve no idea how far of the ground I’m being suspended now.

Suddenly, the warehouse lights up as a roller shutter door starts raising up, it’s so bright that I have to close my eyes for a while and I realise I’ve not seen sunlight for days now.

I can see a large black pick up truck reversing into the loading area and stopping just underneath me. I see the men there, positioning the truck so it lines up with my frame.

They control the crane, slowly dropping me down so that the feet end of my plastic holder drops into the rear of the flat bed of the pick up, it keeps going and my head end comes to a rest in the truck. My rectangular clear plastic bondage frame fits the loading bed perfectly, I guess it was always planned that I’d be loaded up in the truck like this for transport.

A couple of straps go over me to make sure I’m held down. John leans over and taps on the plastic in front of my eyes, ‘Time for a trip’

They drive out of the loading area, closing it behind them and again I’m being transported somewhere. I don’t know if all three of them are in the cab or if Josh is still in being kept in that box.

The sun is bright and it feels warm through the plastic and rubber. I want to look around, but I’m lying facing up and all I see is the deep blue sky. I have no idea where in the country I am, I know it’s a few hours from Los Angeles, but that could still be anywhere.

At one point we stop at some traffic lights and I think we’re in a small town. There’s a guy who looks over the side of the truck, as soon as I sense him there my eyes freeze, staring straight ahead. ‘Hey, guys, you should see this cool looking toy, it’s like a life size GI Joe’ he says to his friends. Thankfully we drive off before anyone else gets a look.

We continue and I start to see a few trees above me, they looks like pine trees so I think we’re still in California, somewhere high up I guess. The trees thicken and we must be in dense forest, at least it provides some welcome shade.

I’m not being transported for long, it’s maybe 30 mins max and at the speed we were going then I’m guessing less than 20 miles from the Fast Track base.

We pull up and all three guys get out, so that answers my question about whether Josh got released anyway. Shame, it’s nice to think of him being stored away for bad behaviour.

The pick up truck tail goes down and the straps come off, then I’m carried towards the property, it looks like a nice large wooden cabin style house. I’m taken to an attached garage where I’m laid on the concrete floor.

‘You surviving in there okay?’, Pete, one of the younger guys says. I try to nod.

‘Good, we think you’ve done well so time for some release’

A small circular saw comes to life and slices off the edges of the plastic packaging and they lift off the top. It doesn’t help much as the heavy divers suit still weighs me down.

They start to strip off my layers and remove the divers hood. The gag come out and I’m so relieved that I say ‘Thank you Sir’

‘You’re welcome boy’ John replies

When the final layer of rubber comes off I’m left covered in a sticky mess of dried piss and lube.

‘Pete will show you to the shower room where you can get yourself cleaned up. There’s shaving gear too. Do your head again, get that stubble off, I like you like that’

I’m helped up and led to the bathroom. The cabin seems pretty smart, very nice indeed. From the windows it appears to be isolated, no neighbours as far as I can see.

The shower is great, nice and hot, I scrub hard to get all the lube off from every part of my body and take advantage of having some time as a free man. Afterwards I lather my head up, I’d not seen myself in a while so my bald head gives me a shock, but the feeling of the lather and razor on my head is pretty horny. I remind myself that I haven’t cum in days and I’m not going to shoot my load that easily.

When I leave the bathroom I’m welcomed back in the cabin by John. He’s gotten changed and instead of being in his work tshirt and jeans he’s now head to foot in leather. All I can think of is ‘woof’. He doesn’t seem to do anything by halves either, so he’s in a full leather uniform, smart black leather shirt and tie, breeches, tall motorcycle cop style boots and a tight, almost tailored military style leather jacket. He’s wearing a black cap and I see a long wide cigar jutting out of his mouth. He looks just like some kind of 'Mr Leather' competition winner. I just want to drop to my knees and lick his boots.

Pete and Josh are no less impressive. Pete, who I suspect John is training as a top given how he treats Josh, is in leather bottoms, brown leather shirt with black tie with a Sam Browne belt. Josh is the only one in rubber. It’s a tight full one piece suit covering his feet and hands, showing off every muscle in his body.

I feel entirely naked in contrast to them. This isn’t helped as Pete wraps a leather collar around my neck and attaches a short chain leash to it.

He places a hand on my shoulder and forcefully pushes me down, indicating that I should get down on the floor.

John and Pete sit down on a couple of leather chairs and I’m positioned on all fours in front of John. My ankles are fitted into the holes in a wooden yoke to keep them spread apart and then the same with my wrists, they close, keeping me unable to touch myself or move around.

John lifts his booted feet up and rests them on my back, ‘Ahh, thats better, a nice comfortable boot rest, just what I need right now. It’s hard work keeping you packaged boy’

I see Pete order Josh down to the floor in the same position in from of him. He tries to protest to John ‘Why do I have to be the sub?’ Pete whacks Josh on his rubbered arse, ‘Stop that now boy, or do you want to be boxed up again?’ Josh whimpers and assumes the footrest position.

I feel my arse being invaded by something long. I think it’s a police baton that I remember seeing attached to John's belt. It’s pretty long and I feel it pressing deep inside me. ‘Keep that in place boy, we need to work on that hole of yours’ he orders and my buttocks clench so it doesn’t fall out.

One of them plays with it, sliding it in an out the full length, fucking my hole with the baton. It feels good getting my hole used and I feel hopeful that it’ll get replaced with a cock.

The two guys sit and chat, mainly about how nice it is using us, addressing us frequently as ‘their bootrests’. John keeps smoking his cigar down, occasionally blowing the strong smoke my way. I try not to flinch.

After the tight restrictive bondage of the last few days then this is a walk in the park. Occasionally I hear Josh’s arse getting another hard slap, always followed by a yelp. I think if he didn't know his position in the company then he's being taught it now.

At one point, Pete gets up and fetches a small meal for the two of them. A shiny dog dish full of cereal is placed before me and I see Josh get the same. I’m hungry so I don’t hesitate to get my head down and start munching. I feel a kick on my back with the heels of Johns boots and I’m reminded to keep in position as a footrest. Josh doesn’t seem to eat much until Pete roughly pushes his face into it and orders him to eat.

John, who I should probably think of my Master given the situation, reaches down to rub my smooth head and then squeezes my balls with his leather gloved hands. I moan with pleasure as he does it, but then he slaps my growing dick quite hard. I yelp and he reminds me not to cum.

Both men finish their food and John leans over and places his plate on my back, changing my purpose from footrest to simple table.

The plate is lifted off my back by Pete and he grabs my leash, giving it a gentle yank as an instruction to sit up. The police baton that plugs my arse hole is removed and my insides feel empty.

‘Dig that humiliation gag out and put it on him Pete, I think it’s time he was a bit more useful around here.’ John says

Pete then attaches a gag to my mouth, it’s not the same as I had before, but has a short metal tube sticking out about an inch, there’s a solid piece inside my mouth pressing my tongue down. To the front fits what seems like an ashtray attached to another piece of tubing. I’m positioned to the side of my Masters chair, and keep my head up so that the ashtray is level and just in a convenient place for him to use. He taps some the cigar ash in it then rests his cigar in my attachment for a few seconds whilst he takes a drink of beer, picking it up again a few seconds later. I look up at him, envious of him being in a such a powerful position.

‘Very good, this one certainly does make for a useful piece of furniture.’ John says, continuing ‘How are you finding Josh today?’

Pete replies ‘Not bad at all, he certainly needs a lot more training, but I think having another obedient sub here helps. Y’know I do like your boy’s shaved head, I think I’ll have to order Josh to do that’

I hear Josh start to whine, but thats met with another whack to his butt.

My ashtray fitting gets filled with more cigar ash and I’m careful to keep it level. It feels good to be useful, so I don’t want to disappoint.

John casually says, ‘What do you say Pete, should we get them in? I quite fancy the evening outside.’

‘Yes, I think so. I know yours will be fine, not so sure about Joshy boy here’, but it will do him good.’

I’m relieved of the gag attachment and my ankles and wrists are released from the wooden yokes, feels good being able to stretch. John gets me to stand up by pulling the chain attached to my collar.

‘Follow us boy’ Pete says to Josh

We all head out of the cabin to the rear. I get a good look now and see a large garden area to the rear, outside the fence there is nothing but trees.

I’m not quite prepared for what I see. There is a nice patio area, two wooden seats facing a grassy area. A few feet away from the seats are two holes, dug deep into the lawn. Next to them is a mountain of earth.

‘Josh, you first, into the right hand one’ Pete orders. Josh seems to take some persuasion, but reluctantly climbs down into the pit. He stands up in the hole and his neck is lines up perfectly at the same level as the lawn. The holes seems to have been made to measure for us.

‘Right, get shovelling’ John orders me, pushing a shovel into my hand. I get to work, shovelling the dry sandy dirt into the hole, it drops all the way down, and in a few seconds covers his feet. The men sit back on the chairs watching as I keep working, shovelling more and more dirt into Josh’s hole, burying him in his rubber suit.

Josh keeps looking up at me, I think he wants my pity, but I just get excited at what I’m doing to him.

Eventually I fill the hole and pat it down with the shovel. The dirt is up to his neck and he can still move his head freely.

‘Your turn now boy. Get in the hole’ John barks at me. As John is top dog then Pete does the hard work shovelling the dry dirt into my hole. He works fast and not very carefully, usually chucking it straight on my head so it falls down from my shoulders, down my body and right down to between my toes. I keep my mouth and eyes shut, but feel it rising up my legs as he shovels more and more in. With each spade full then my body gets more and more fixed into position, and one my arms are covered I feel stuck.

Once it’s up to my neck line he presses it down with his boots. The dirt isn’t wet at least so not too cold.
He puts his boot under my chin, lifting my head up to look at him. Looking up from the ground he looks so powerful in leather. He presses his boot to my mouth and I immediately start licking, working my tongue into all the parts of the boot I can reach. He gives me a gentle kick and wanders over to his own slave, Josh, to get his books licked from him. I see his tongue ready, so I guess he’s enjoying it after all.

John wanders over carrying two buckets. One is placed up turned over Josh’s head and from above ground there is now no sight of him. He, well we, both disappear out of their view as a bucket is placed over my head too.

I hear beer cans open and laughter as they guys in charge retreat back to their comfortable outside chairs.

My bucket lid is lifted up and I look up as John stands over me. He places his booted feet aside of my head and I see him holding his dick in my direction, before I get to say anything he barks at me ‘Open wide'. I’m not quick enough as a jet of piss hits me right in the face. I strain to open my mouth as much as I can and the hot piss fills me, I can’t drink it all down and much of it spills. He just keeps pissing, and the never ending stream of warm drink hits my smooth cue ball head, running down my face and into the dirt below me. I feel it underneath the surface, on my shoulders and running down my body to soak away. He taps his cigar and a piece of ash hits my head before rolling down in front of me. He rubs it into the ground in front of me with his boot before shoving the boot to my mouth. Piss drips off my head onto his boot and he orders me to lick it all off. I work my tongue them, enjoying the smell of his leather, pressing my tongue dee into them, hoping he can feel me do it.

The bucket goes back on, and with the evening warmth it fills up with the stench of piss and cigar ash.

I hear moans and groans from Josh as he gets some similar boot licking treatment from Pete to show him who is in charge. Pete keeps saying ‘Good boy’ to Josh, referring to him as his slave and telling him how lucky he is to serve. This sounds like it gets Josh hard as Pete has to tell him that he’ll get punished if he cums.

The night goes on, with both of us buried up to our necks until the sun starts to set. The only release is when the bucket comes off and we get more piss or a chance to lick some leather. My master leans down and places one of his leather gloved fingers in my mouth, he holds my head firm with his other hand and shoves his finger into my mouth like he’s fucking it.

I moan with pleasure as he says ‘Do you want my cock boy?’

‘Yes Sir’, I beg

He sits down, legs either side of my head, pressing my head into his leathered crotch, he unzips and pulls out his hard dick and pushes it into my mouth. He places both leathered hands on my head he pulls me onto his cock. I can’t do anything to stop him pushing it in deep so I take it as far as I can without gagging and try and show him what an expert cock sucker I’ve become. He moans, cigar stuck in the corner of his mouth, smoke drifting up. His cock fills my mouth, either right to the back of my throat or pushing into my cheeks, all the time me moving my tongue around his shaft. He’s forceful with it, but accompanied with gentle rubs with his hands all over my shaved head.

At the point I feel him twitching he pulls out, ’That’s enough cock for now boy, you can have too much of a good thing’

He pulls his chair over onto the grass, sits down and positions himself with the soles of his boots right in my face. He sits back, drinking his beer, smoking the remains of his cigar, occasionally looking right in my eyes, grinning with a powerful stare.

Once he finishes the beer he gets up and heads inside, he returns with more beers and a cube shaped item. It’s a box which hinges open, he slides it around my head from back to front, then closes the front door to it. It’s a head box, perspex front, rubber seal around my neck and a padlock at the front. My head feels sealed inside.

John rests his boots onto top of my head box and I stare straight out at his hot leather gear. Underneath I start to feel tired standing vertically, the dirt pressing up against my body.

From the corner of the box I can just about see Pete sitting down, straddling Josh’s face. His gloved hands holding his boy’s head in position while he rams his meat into his mouth. He forces Josh to take it all, slowly and deeply. Josh moans with pleasure as he takes his masters cock.

Pete pounds his face harder and harder, slapping his face with his glove, ordering him to take it deep. He pulls out and I see his dick spasm and shoot load after load right into Josh’s face, covering him, and letting it drip down his face. He wipes some onto his a gloved finger and feeds it to Josh who licks it clean off the glove.

I see Josh’s face tense up and he groans loudly as he cums into the dirt deep below the surface.

Pete lies down next to Josh, kissing him gently as he recovers.

He spends a few minutes lying there, rubbing and kissing Josh before Pete starts to carefully dig him out of his hole, it looks like an effort to start with, but once Josh’s arms are freed then he manages to pull himself up. Josh shakes off the dirt and hugs Pete intensely. They say goodnight to John as they head inside leaving me with the boss. Josh smiles at me, but otherwise I’m ignored.

John lifts his feet off my head and crouches down to my level. ‘You know, one thing thing I like is that I don’t even know your name. Sure I could easily find out from the system, but I chose not to. For all the time you are here then you are just our plaything, a useful object that we get to try new bondage on and use how we fancy.’

I’d not realised that. To them I’m just an anonymous Fast Track passenger that they managed to keep a hold of and it seems they like it that way.

I spend another couple of hours buried as John relaxes above ground.

‘Bed time. I think you can share my bed with me tonight’

I smile and thank him. Wow I think, I’m getting released and going to spend the night in a comfy bed alongside my hot Master.

Digging me out is much harder work, I guess the piss that soaked into the soil doesn’t help. Once I’m half out then I manage to pull my feet up and clamber out of the pit. I’m filthy with dried piss and dirt stuck to me. I jump as a jet of water hits me and I see John blasting a hose pipe at me, washing the dirt off my body. That’s one way to clean me up anyway.

I’m led inside and get to dry myself off. I’m called across to his room with a simple 'Here boy', excited at the prospect of a nice soft bed.

Laid on the bed I see a leather sleep sack. Oh well, even if I have to be bound up it will be worth it, at least I should still feel his warmth next to me. I lie in the sack as he starts lacing it up at the front, several straps follow, from my legs right up to my chest. The lining is soft so feels really snug and I enjoy the ability to rub myself up against the leather. John pulls a heavy duty leather hood over my head. There are very small holes for eyes and nose, and a small round hole for the mouth. He tugs on it tightly as it’s laced up at the back. A couple of straps are pulled and one more is bucked around my neck. I hear a padlock click around the neck as the hood is locked tightly in place.

I hear something slide out from under the mattress and I’m moved to the side of the bed before being carefully lowered down. He whispers ‘Good night boy’ to me and slides the drawer back in, under the bed.

It seems like I’m not going to be getting a nice soft comfortable bed after all. I sleep, thinking of the hot leather master lying right above me and what tomorrow might bring.