Lost Luggage 6

Author: cigarlad
Title: Lost Luggage 6
Date: 01 April 2017

The story so far…

I took a long haul flight using a new service called ‘Fast Track’, this involves being kept in an isolated pod away from other passengers, fully immobilised with a high level of sensory deprivation. More ‘being packaged and shipped’ than being a passenger. ‘Customers’ are kept in check using a blue drink which reduces sweating and, well, bodily functions, plus it helps create a relaxed state. It all comes together to induce a nice deep sleep so you arrive at your destination relaxed and refreshed. So far so good. I guess I enjoyed it too much and via a few horny airline Guards then I’ve been shipped to the Fast Track development team of John, Pete and Josh, who really get a kick out of the bondage aspect of the service. They’ve decided to make use of me and have taken me to a remote cabin where I’ve been nicely used….

For the full story, see parts 1 to 5 in the February archive.

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I’m woken up with a rough shake. It takes a few seconds to remember where I am, and how I’ve just spent the night being stored under John’s bed, but when I try to stretch it sinks in just how immobile I still am.

I can just about see through the small pin prick eye holes that all three men are standing over me, John kneels down next to me and whispers into my ear.

‘Hope you enjoyed your sleep boy. You did well, kept nice and quiet all night. We have one more day of having you out here at the cabin, a bit more fun with you before we take you back for a final bit of packaging’

He rubs my dick through the leather sleep sack, squeezing it until it gets hard. I really need to cum soon, i’ve not been able to since I got here, it feels like I’m being constantly edged.

I’m lifted out from the under bed storage drawer by a couple of the guys, they hold me up vertically. The mouth hole of the hood feels small, I think like an O ring, but a sports bottle images to just about fit, and so I manage to get my morning dose of nutrition to keep my thirst and sweating under control for the day.

‘That should keep you going for a while Just so that you know, we have two methods planned to keep you secured today and I’m expecting that at no point will you be free. At every stage we will ensure you are either confined, immobilised or at minimum, restricted.’, John says in his masterly, confident voice.

I lie thinking ‘what’s new’, but then remember that I’ve had a few hours now and again to recuperate, or eat. Today might be tough.

’First off the men here thought that by now in the proceedings then you might be a bit stiff and probably need a bit of limbering up. We thought hard and came up with a nice way to get you moving. The guys fancied a bit of fun with you too, it’s not often they get a toy to play with. It took some time to get right, but as Josh will testify, it works fine.’

Pete gives Josh a playful slap on the arse, ‘Oh yes, until he shot his load of course’

I’m a bit jealous that at least he gets to cum.

I’m carried downstairs by the men and taken out to the rear patio area. They start to release me from the leather sleep sack by loosening off the leather straps. I feel a release, I suppose I’d gotten accustomed to the tightness of the leather. I enjoy the rush of morning air on my body as I’m helped out of the sleepsack, and the hairs on my skin tingle, it feels so fresh and cool after a night in leather stored away under the bed.

It’s not a full release though, the padded heavy hood is left in place so I still have restricted visibility. I must have been in this hood for about 12 hours now. It would be nice if it was off for just a little bit so that I could run my hand over my shaved head, but I admit that it feels as snug and comfortable now as is did when it was put on.

‘Will you prep his ass please Josh?’ John says to the younger guy.

Josh starts to rub my back, it feels so nice, kinda tingly and really relaxing. Doesn’t last for long as he heads down to my arse and the next thing I feel is him probing my hole. He squirts lube on his fingers and he starts to slide one into my arse, it goes in quite easily, so he manages to get a couple more in. Slowly he moves them in and out, stopping a couple of more times to apply more lube. With his other hand he plays with my cock, slapping it when it gets hard and grabbing my balls roughy. He nuzzles the back of my neck with his tongue and I know he’s getting a kick out of playing with me as much as I am from getting played with.

In front of my hood he holds up a monster size rubber cock and whispers in my face, ‘Hope you’re ready. You’re getting filled today’

I try to grunt through the tiny mouth hole in the hood as I’m not sure I can take it, but I know I’m not getting a choice. Even though Josh is the youngest of the men and clearly is sub to Pete then he definitely seems to have a sadistic streak too. I think he has had good trainers.

He puts the head of the toy against my hole and presses it firmly, I try relaxing, but my arse is still tense so he has to force it up me quite hard. He stops now and again, squirting more cold lube on it and pushing it in and out, back and forward until I feel it going in really deeply. I’ve never had anything go this far up me and it feels like heaven. The sensation of my arse being filled while still having the head trip of being tightly hooded is intense.

‘That wasn’t so hard, well done you took it all after all’ he whispers to me.

‘He’s taken it like a pro, so just gonna secure it in place for now’, he shouts over to the guys and then seems to fit some kind of strap to the end protruding out of my arse. The strap goes round my front and makes sure the toy can’t come out. When i’m still then it feels so good, but the slightest bit of movement and I feel how big it is, hopefully once I’m in bondage again it’ll be nice and comfortable.

I can see that the other two guys have been busy laying something out on the patio area. It seems to be a mass of clear soft looking plastic, there’s loads of it, it’s too big to be a sleep sack so maybe a tent, it almost looks like a deflated paddling pool.

I’m manhandled by all three to lie on top of the plastic material. Josh releases the strap going around me that holds the rubber dildo up my arse, but then he seems to attach part of the plastic covering that i’m lying on to the end of the toy sticking up my ass instead so that it’s affixed to this new bondage covering. I just don’t get it.
Pete takes hold of one of my hands and slides my arm into a clear plastic rubber sleeve, he does the same with my other arm and so they’re now held in place. The sleeves are integral to the mass of soft PVC style clear plastic. He does the same next with my legs, holding my foot firmly and feeding it through the plastic as far as he can before pulling it up to cover me. The sleeves seem perfectly made for my legs and arms. So far it’s like being in a sleepsack where you have internal sleeves to stop you fidgeting.

Two sections of the the plastic are pulled from either side right across my torso all the way up to my neck and then up the front a zipper is done up so that I’m covered in it. That gets me excited, just feels like instant mummification. They keep working on the rest of the material, huge sections seem to either get zipped or clipped together all around my body. They knit together and begin to form one object, I feel quite a bit of weight piled on top of me so whatever it is, it’s certainly big. Someone feeds a wide plastic tube through the mass of plastic, reaches under the plastic and I feel some kind of screw thread fitting to the mouth hole of my hood.

‘Right guys, he’s secured lets give it a go’ John says to others.

I hear the sound of an air compressor start up and seconds later around my body I can feel sections of the plastic start to inflate. I can just about make out that each section of plastic separately inflates and then with tubing between them they work together to make up a series of interlinked pockets of air. The air pockets are all around me, some under, some on top and as each one fills up then they work together to raise me off the ground, trapping me in the middle. It’s probably just a few feet, but from where I lie it feels high up. In front of me the air pockets keep inflating, pressing against my body, the sensation is incredible as the pressure gradually increases across every part of my body at the same time. It seems to be perfectly designed so there are no pressure points, just a gradual feeling of being held in place.

Over the next few minutes, very very slowly the plastic starts to form a tighter shape and I come to the conclusion that I’ve been encased right inside a large clear plastic ball.

The air keeps flowing in and the pressure rises, in the inner plastic sleeves my legs and arms especially feel stuck in place, leaving me helpless, held absolutely rock solid in position in the middle. It feels great, the pressure isn’t bad, just secures me nicely so I don’t need to do any work to keep in position. The one thing the pressure does do though is make sure the dildo is kept in place up my arse, it’s definitely not coming out.

The air pump keeps going for quite a while until the plastic shape becomes pretty hard on the outside. I hear the plastic squeaking and creaking as it firms up around me. I see them testing how hard it is by pressing and pushing the plastic to check it’s rigidity and when they’re happy they stop the pump.

‘I hope these valves keep the ball airtight as good as last time’ Pete says

‘Let see, give him a roll. Gentle at first though, we don’t want him rolling away into the forest, we might never find him again” he chuckles.

They start to push me in my clear plastic ball. It feels like it’s huge, and I guess it must be about three metres across. It takes some going to start with, but once I’m moving then I keep going and I’m hard to stop. I roll slowly and to start with i’m positioned so that my body is horizontal and spinning around size to side, but as I keep going then I start getting inverted, head to the bottom, shoulders over feet, pretty much going every way possible, feels weird.

They get a bit more confident in rolling me around and on every bounce or bump in the ground then the ball flexes a little. Each time it causes the toy to thrust in and out, sometimes just a little, sometimes a lot. At times when they get too rough it feels just like a real cock fucking me.

The guys roll me around for a while, I can’t hear much but I see them laughing as they play with me. They start having games, rolling me from one side of grass to the other, putting goal markers out and rolling me fast see if they can score a goal. I like that they don’t seem to think of me as being in the ball. The ball itself is the toy and it just happens to have me in it. It’s almost like good clean fun, except I’m trapped inside, naked, hooded, with a massive dildo riding up my arse and as you’d expect with a huge boner desperately trying not to cum.

Most of the time it’s the younger two guys, Pete and Josh pushing and playing with me. John seems to wander around more casually, he takes photographs and seems to be enjoying the spectacle of having a guy in bondage, I often seem to keep catching him looking straight into my eyes and smiling. I get the feeling he really gets off on controlling and restricting me more than what he can do with me when I’m controlled. I think thats why me keeps insisting that I’m not allowed to cum. That thought of being controlled just excites me even more and as I think about my situation then my cock twitches harder against the plastic. ‘I shouldn’t cum, I shouldn’t cum’ I repeat to myself.

I’m played with for a while in the morning sun. I hear them shouting to each other just calling me ‘the ball’. Even though the plastic is clear and I’m on full naked view then i’m just an object to them. At each new bondage step they seem to dehumanise me and treat me as less and less of the person I was.

They roll me back and forwards a few more times before John calls the guys over for breakfast. They give me one final big push towards the back of the yard and I roll off head over feet, rubber toy pounding my arse hard, dizzily tumbling around until I come to a slow stop, thankfully nearly the right way up, down by the trees. In the distance I see them sit outside and eat breakfast while I groan in my bondage, recovering from my heavy arse pounding.

I get my breath back after the exhilaration of being tumbled about and finally get to relax in my bondage, enjoying being fully immobile.

The men eat, have coffee and talk for some time. I can’t hear so have no idea what they are discussing, but they do keep turning to me when talking, so I think they are planning. I was told to expect a day of bondage, so I bet they are arranging what they will do to me next.

Some time passes, an hour or so maybe, before I’m rolled back up to the patio area and positioned right way up.

The men have gotten changed out of the jeans and t-shirts that they had on earlier back into their nice leather gear. John especially looks stunning in his leather uniform gear. This time a pretty hot pair of padded leather breeches, tall boots and a leather coat. Set off nicely over a white shirt and tie. He seems to just give off that sense that he’s in control. I guess he’s not much older than me, smart tight red headed buzzcut, nice tan, just a little stubble, hot. Every time I just want to drop to my knees and start licking that leather all over.

John and Pete both sit back and relax at the table, but I don’t see where Josh has got to. Pete and Josh are maybe late 20’s, early 30s. Pete comes across as pretty mature though whereas Josh seems quite excitable, it’s no wonder that Pete takes charge of Josh so much.

I squint in the bright sunshine and I think I can make out Josh. Well not all of Josh, but I can see his head. I’m sure thats his head in the centre of the table that the others are sitting around. When one of the other guys moves out of the way I see clearly what they have done to him. He has a strip of tape over his eyes and one over his mouth, the circular round table it fitted round his neck and under the table it looks like a barrel of some sort. Not metal, but a circular white plastic looking container which I guess contains Josh and provides support for the table top.

They seem to be putting I’m to good use and it’s his turn to be a table. Nice.

John and Pete sit back, drinking coffee, John smoking his cigar as usual. Pete leans over and rubs Josh’s head all over with his leathered glove, especially over his tape gagged mouth.

I wonder how long they’ve kept him like that.

John stands up, take Pete by the shoulder and pushes him slowly down on the ground, I’m not sure if there was any ordering, but I see Pete lick John’s boots. It seems the natural hierarchy is at play as John is clearly in charge of Pete, who in turn is in charge of Josh. John apparently seems to be in charge of all of us.

John sits back down and while Pete continues to lick his boots he rubs his gloved hand over the alpha’s head, blowing cigar smoke into his face.

After half an hour or so of John relaxing and enjoying all of his subs then he stands up and heads over to me. He puts his face up to the breathing tube and speaks to me.

‘I think you’ve probably had enough exercise for today, time for your next activity’

John and Pete start to deflate the ball that I’m enclosed in and slowly I start to sink to the ground. It’s a relief to feel the toy up my arse sink away and begin to slide out.
It takes no time to release me from the plastic sleeves that hold me, and within a few minutes I’m sat up on a chair, resting. The hood is still on, so not complete release.

‘You take him up and get him prepped, I’ll sort out down here’ John says to Pete

I’m led away, into the house and up stairs, then I feel the buckle on the rear of my hood. The hood is slowly pulled off and I feel relieved not to be gagged anymore.

Pete smiles at me ‘Enjoying it?’

I feel dry but manage to chuckle, ‘oh yeah, best experience of my life’

He hold my head firmly in place as he kissed me deeply, it feels so good, all I manage is ‘mmmmm’

‘So the next adventure means we have to get you shaved, not just the head but the rest too’

‘Seriously?’ I protest, I can’t say that I hate the headshave, but I’ve never been body shaved.

‘Have a bath first, get relaxed and I’ll be back to get you done in a bit’

‘Oh, I nearly forgot’, he continues, ‘can’t have you free just yet’ and he places a rubber collar around my neck, clips the end of a heavy piece of rope to it, complete with small padlock and locks the other end to an eye hook on the wall near the bath. ‘That’ll keep you from wandering, and remember, no jacking off’ He leaves, chuckling

I lie in the hot water of the bathtub for ages, and I’m relieved that I do get some relaxation time, even if I am tethered to the wall.

Half an hour or so later Pete returns and orders me out of the bath. I’m towel dried off and standing naked in the bathroom. He undoes my collar ‘don’t worry, you’ll be collared again soon’.
Out comes the shaving foam, lots of it. He squirts a good load into his hand and rubs it over my head. He keeps going, spreading it down my neck, then back. More squirts of foam from the can straight onto my body and with a few rubs my chest is covered. He moves down and speeds a load around my crotch, squeezing my balls tightly as he does it.

He keeps going, kneeling down as he spreads the shaving foam over my arse, into my crack and down my legs.

I get a sight of myself in the mirror and I’m fully covered with bright white foam over my whole body.

‘Close your eyes, breathe in’ he instructs.

He takes a good handful of foam and splats it right in my face, speaking it around. I feel his finger poking into my mouth, then spreading some foam away so I can breathe better.

‘Looking good, best get to work, a lot to do’ he says

I feel the razor on my head first, scraping away the recent growth, doesn’t take long on that before he moves down, shaves my neck and face, making sure to get every stray hair. Thankfully he leaves my eyebrows!

The back and chest take a bit more time, but he takes the opportunity to tease my nipples on the way.

He rubs a bit more foam around my cock and balls, changes razor and carries on getting them smooth. Once the legs are done I get a chance to look down at my body, I can’t say I was massively hirsute, not really beary, but I had a good manly covering. Now I’m smooth all the way, not a single dark hair in sight.

I’m order to stand in the bath and he uses the shower head to rinse me down.

‘Looking good, that should work out just fine’ he says. The collar goes back on, but the rope is replaced with a leash, with the other end held by Pete.

‘Right, lets get you downstairs and encased. I think you’ll like this one’

My cock rises, both at being kept on a leash by this young hot master in training and the possibility of whats next.

When we get downstairs I’m led out to the rear garden again and see a box. Well it’s more of a frame, four wooden panels, clipped at each corner. No lid.

‘Ahh, welcome back. Gotta say you’re looking like a pretty hot slave there.’ John says

I feel like I’m going red, never been referred to as a slave.

‘I’m going to tell you exactly what we’re doing to you next. Once you’re in it you won’t be able to hear, and probably won’t be able to see. We’ve developed a new packaging material. It’s a polymer, kinda like a gel, very soft and liquid like to start, but depending on the mix we make then it can set pretty darn hard. The hardening agent only reacts once it’s mixed with the gel so we do that at the last step before encasing you.’

He continued, taking my leash from Pete and leading me to the box ‘In the crate here I’ve put around 2 inches of gel in with a lot of the hardener. It’s been laying here long enough to create a strong base. ‘

He leans down and presses it and i can see it’s kinda solid, but clear. It looks like it has the consistency of maybe a rubber block and when he presses it his finger maybe moves it maybe 6 or 7 millimetres.

‘Oh, darn, it’s not quite set yet. Anyways, after that we’re gonna put another 6 inches or so in of gel with slightly less hardener. Then you’re going to get in and sink into that. Thats why we wanted you nice and smooth. It won’t stick to you, but we don’t want you stuck ‘cause of trapped hairs.’

I’m liking the sound of this, it looks relaxing, and at least I’ll not get dizzy like being in the ball.

‘Then we have to be careful. I got a really soft mix that we soak into some foam sponge to place above your chest, so should give you enough movement for breathing.’

‘Once you’re encased in the gel then we place another layer on you with more hardener in. Once that sets then we should be able to take the sides of the crate away and you should be one pretty cool block. If that works fine then if we get you stood up I’ll spray all sides with a concentrated resin of the compound so the block is hard all over. How does that sound?’

‘Wow, pretty intense. If it’s hard all over, will I still be able to breathe?’

John chuckles ‘Oh I forgot, you get a tube of course so you get some air.’

‘Well boy, since we need to wait a little longer for it to set, I reckon I might put that mouth of yours to use again’

He pulls my leash and leads me over the the ‘Josh’ table. He’s still there, body in a barrel and head poking out above the table top.

‘We stuck the boy here into the same gel, so underneath he’s pretty rock solid. I expect in more ways than one’

John and Pete sit back in their chairs and pick up a beer. I kneel down at John’s boots and can’t help but to start licking them’

‘Good boy. Looks like we got him well trained already’ John says to Pete

I’m pulled up and my head is held at masters crotch. I start licking the leather round his dick and feel it getting harder. He unzips and pulls out his cock which I eagerly start to lick.

He grabs my head with both hands and forces his dick in my mouth. Then pulls me down onto it. I gag slightly but then start to breathe properly and take it right to the back of my throat.
Still holding my head firmly he moves me up and down, fucking my face at his pace, sometimes fast and hard, then nice and slowly. I’m hard at the thought that i’m just a toy for him to play with.

‘Hold him in place will you while I light this. Josh says to Pete and when his hands come off my head, I feel Petes replace them. Once thats done, he stands up, keeping me kneeling in position on his cock. Standing behind me is Pete and right above me the two men are snogging deeply while I’m servicing the Master, getting my face fucked harder and harder. Smoke is blown down into my face, but I keep working my tongue on his cock.

I hear moans from the men and Masters cock twitches, shooting a hot load right into my mouth. He keeps me pushed firmly on his cock so I get every drop of his cum and swallow it all down.

He pulls out sharply ‘Here, you take him’

Petes cock then gets shoved straight in, and he pounds my face hard and fast. He rams his dick as deep into me as it’ll go, really fucking my face like he owns me.
‘Oh fuck I’m gonna cum’ he says and with a massive twitch I feel him squirting his load right down the back of my throat.

‘He’s one hell of a cocksucker this guy, gonna be a shame to see him go’ John says

‘Too right, can we keep him?’ Pete says

’Nope, not this time’

I’m desperate for a drink so I’m given a glass full of the blue energy drink, which I guzzle down quickly.

‘Five minutes for us to recover and we’ll get you sealed up’

I lie on the ground, nuzzling against John’s boots for a few minutes, wondering how I ever ended up so submissive!

After a while, I’m led to the crate and then released from my collar.

‘A few more things before you get sealed up. We’ll apply a little bit of grease to your eyebrows to stop them sticking. We could’ve shaved them of course, but I’m not that cruel. Then we have two eye covers, small oval disc’s to place on top of your eyes that we then seal in place. Finally we squirt some of the firm gel around your nose and over your ears so that the soft gel doesn’t seep into the holes.’

Pete preps me, a slight smear of some sort of grease on my brows, and he takes what looks like a caulking gun and squirts a small amount of what I can only describe as gloop just around my nostrils and into my ears. It doesn’t go into my ears but seems to seal the outside.

While Pete sorts me out me, John is pouring buckets full of gel into the crate.

All sound seems to stop, so since I can no longer hear instructions then they motion me to lie into the crate. The base seems pretty firm now and the new gel layer squishes under me. It’s very thick, kinda like wallpaper paste or hair gel. I wriggle a bit and settle into it. A tube is placed in my mouth, It goes in only half and inch or so, it’s comfortable enough. The clear discs are placed on my eyes and Pete goes around those and my mouth tube with the firm gel to keep them in place.

A piece of soft foam gets laid across my chest and they start pouring some thinner gloop on top of that. It seems to seep into the foam and make it translucent. Then more gloop on top of me, a lot of it, covering my legs arm and chest. It’s thick stuff. Then right over my head. The slimy stuff covers my eyes and runs down my head. It feels pretty fucking good against my shaved skin More buckets of it pour over me and slowly I start to feel restricted. Eventually I can see that they stop and again I start to feel like I’m full immobilised. I’m sure right now if I wanted I can probably try and get up, after all my hands and legs are free, but it does feel like it’s setting really quickly.

After only a few minutes then I know I wouldn’t be able to escape now. It’s setting much firmer, and around my arms and legs I feel like I have maybe 5 or 10 millimetres movement possible.

After another ten minutes or so I can see another batch being poured over me. That must be the harder stuff to top off the crate.

I can just about see activity, but through the gel my vision is very blurry.

I’m left in place for a good while, maybe an hour. Over time, the gel surrounding me gets pretty firm, maybe down to a couple of millimetres movement. The soft foam padding above my chest is working and I can inhale and exhale fine.

I see blurry figures above and I think the sides are being released. I’m now encased right in the centre of a block of clearish solid gel.

Next I see a figure with what I think is a spray gun, he must be applying the coating of hardener to the outside. Over and over he goes, all over the block, spraying the final coating.

Another few minutes pass until I feel my block being tilted up until eventually I’m vertical. My feet are off the ground by a few inches and every part of me is held in place by the hardened gel. I must look like a display piece in a gallery, ‘Slave exhibit A’ I think.

I see the blurry outline of the leather men wandering around me, tapping the side of the enclosure to see if it has set, but I only hear a muffled dull sound of the tap.

I’m positioned in the centre of the garden, naked, shaved and displayed for the men to enjoy. After being used by the guys and taking their cum then now I’ve been packaged up again, ready for the next time they want to use me. My cock wants to get hard but the gel has firmed up too much and it struggles against it.

The early evening sun starts to fade and the light dips below the trees.

The blue drink starts to kick in and in the peaceful silence and darkness I drift off to sleep.