Lost Luggage 7

Author: cigarlad
Title: Lost Luggage 7
Date: 07 April 2017

When I wake up, it’s in darkness. There’s not even any light from the cabin or the moon, just absolute pitch black. I feel disorientated too, I think I should still be standing on display in my block of hardened gel, but I’m pretty sure I’m lying down now.

Then I feel some bumps. The material seems to dampen them so that it fees more like a bounce. It doesn’t seem to stop.

I think I’m being transported.

I try to concentrate and hear whats going on, but with my ears sealed then I get nothing. I see nothing, hear nothing, but definitely feel the gentle up and down of being moved in a vehicle.

A short while later and I come to a stop, and within a minute a bright light blinds me. I guess I must have been covered with a tarp or something and now I’m facing directly up and see blinding lights shining down on me.

I see figures, hopefully John and the lads. A face gets close and I can just about make out the flattop that Pete sports, he mouths something and nods.

Then moved again, I feel a strange motion and looking at the ceiling then I think I’m being taken off the bed of the pick up truck and wheeled along, I guess on a trolley of some sort. Going by the ceiling lights and what looks like concrete walls then I think I’m back at Fast Track HQ. I wonder if it’s late or morning.

We go up in a goods lift, along a few corridors and then stop, I assume back at their development area, pretty much back where we started a couple of days ago.

I’m tipped back up vertically and slid along to rest against a wall. The gel seems firmer than I remember and holds me up just fine.

From here I can gradually make out all three men. They must have released Josh from his barrel of hardened gel.

Then it all goes dark again as one of them appears to throw some a cover sheet over the block, which seems to cover it completely. What light is left goes a minute or so later as the building lights go off. I’m left alone again, fully encased in the block of hardened gel.

After drifting off to sleep again I’m woken when the lights go on. I’ve lost track of time completely, I don’t know if I’ve been frozen in this material for a few hours or a couple of days now.

The covering is removed and I see the blurry figures around the office area. They seem to ignore me and look like they are working at their desks, occasionally getting up and doing other stuff, just getting on with their everyday work.

This goes on for hours. I’m still naked, encased in this block, on display in their office and apart from the odd glance then I’m almost invisible to them.

I kinda wish it was dark again, at least I might be able to sleep, but in these office lights I feel bright awake, and being this restricted is almost becoming a torment.

I try to wiggle a bit to get attention, but my attempts to move just produce nothing, I’m fixed in place so firmly that I can’t move a muscle.

But just when I’m giving up hope, someone approaches the block. In front of my eyes he waves a sports bottle of blue drink, once he knows I’ve seen it he squirts some down the breathing tube slowly. I lap it up. He keeps going until the bottle is empty and the last drop comes out. This stuff is good, but I reckon it must have worn off.

He wanders away after giving me a good dose of it. But then they all come back over to me. This time they seem to be moving me, just slowing inching me carefully away from the wall.

I see a tripod with something on top, can’t make it out. They seem to spend a lot of time positioning it, I suspect it must be a camera, maybe they want to capture the moment.

After a couple of minutes I start to see a red light from it and suspect it’s not a camera after all, wonder what it is.

A piece of paper is thrust up against the side of the block where I can see it. In big letters ‘CLOSE YOUR EYES. COUNT TO 600’’

Immediately I shut my eyes. I think its a laser measuring device.
I start to count in my head, one, two, three… but I get to something like 140 and forget where I was and start at 120 again just to be safe. I don’t want to open them too early and I think I’m counting too fast.
I slow down and keep counting. I lose track again and try to go slower. It feels like it’s tiring me out, maybe it’s the blue drink, I dunno, I just want to sleep.

I wake up briefly again in darkness and realise I’ve slept through whatever they were doing. I think I must have been stored away now for a good day and a half then, at least two nights anyway.

I’m not awake long though, the darkness, silence and the full immobilisation conspire yet again to send to to sleep.

Next time I wake it’s with a jump. I hear a whirring noise, a high pitched whine and even through the gel it’s pretty loud. I can see I’ve been moved again and I’m now lying down again facing the ceiling, but I can’t see whats going on. The noise seems to be at the side, low down. It moves up then over my head and down the other side.

Then I see the men, they are crouching down at the side and doing something along the edge of the block.

Then I feel big movement as the top of the block is being pulled away, and with it the top layers of gel. It feels great, making my skin tingle all over, a bit like duct tape being peeled off but really slowly so the that the sensation goes all over the body. Some bits of my body seem to stick more to the top piece, so i have to make an effort to pull them down. The gag is carefully removed from my mouth and the eye coverings gently taken off. I feel such relief to be free.
When each bit is off me the first thing I do is stretch.

Eventually the top is fully lifted off. It’s all in once piece, with a perfect impression of my body in it.

One of the guys reaches down and helps me get up. I try but it’s more of a roll out of the gel and onto the floor. They laugh. I laugh at how stupid I must look.

‘How was it boy?’ Josh says. I see now he’s back to being in work clothes, smart looking, but a mile away from the last time I saw him.

‘Intense, just fantastic Sir. How long have I been in there?’

‘Nearly a couple of days. We moved you around a lot, but you were asleep a lot. Gave you an extra high dose of drink to keep you okay. I’m surprised we got you out so easily, the different gel mixes for top and bottom didn’t mix so created a good seam to separate them, seems to have worked just as I hoped.’

Pete chips in ‘Hey man, you sure looked great like that, just like a mannequin or something. We had to keep you covered a fair bit in case the cleaners saw though. They know we do some weird shit here, but i’m not sure how we’d have explained you away.’

John says, ’Yeah, you make one hot model for us. I think we all couldn’t stop looking at you yesterday. In case you’re wondering, its not really something we can practically use for shipping. Way too complicated and messy, can’t exactly shave every customer down can we? But we might find good uses for the compound and it’s something I’ve fancied doing, also doubled up as a good way to get you measured’

‘Measured?’

‘Yep, so when we got you to close your eyes yesterday we were taking some precise measurements of your body. We needed a lot of measurements on all sides and couldn’t do it with you just standing or lying down, since that wouldn’t be a natural position.’

‘Anyways, why don’t you get showered and stretch a bit. Josh, can you show our guest the way?’

I forgot about Josh, I hadn’t seen him for ages. Apart from his head when it was poking out from the table and in the barrel.

“Hey Josh, did you have fun out there?’

‘Sure did man. I think we both did. That gel is just amazing, I got put in a tub of it.’

‘Yeah, I saw you, kind of. Well I saw your head at least’

‘Ha ha, yeah. John has a thing for making me be useful to them. I kinda like that too. Hey, lets get you cleaned up, shower room is this way’

The shower is great, especially on my still hairless body. I see that alongside the shower gel they’ve left a razor and foam too. At least I can have a proper face shave again, the stubble is showing on my face and head. Then I think ‘fuck it’ and lather up the top of my head. I don’t know whats better, the lathering up or the shaving. Either way my cock stands to attention while I do it.

Josh re-enters, ‘ Just checking you’re okay?’ Then he sees my cock. ‘Oh, yeah, you’re good, I see that’

He leans over and gives it a stroke. ‘Oh that feels good, could really do with cumming.’ I say.

‘Ok man, I’ll see what I can do’ he heads out of the shower room and I keep going with my shaving, enjoying every bit of it and making sure I don’t get too horny, still don’t think I’m supposed to cum.

This time John enters. ‘Ahh yes, still horny I see boy. Well I think the men are too, so I think it’s time for something a little different. Stay here, I’ll fetch you when you’re needed’

I wonder what he’s got planned. I finish up with the razor, and get my head nice and smooth, kinda like the look now.

Some time later, maybe half an hour, John is back. ‘Come with me’

I’m led out and into another room off the main office area, I don’t see Josh and Pete. It’s dark, but when he switches the light on, I see where they’ve gone.

There’s a couple of bars sturdily bolted to the roof. On those bars, two leather sleep sacks are hanging vertically, one immediately behind the other. Both are occupied and the occupants are hooded.

‘So, as you’ll see, I thought the guys might need a break too, so on the right we have Pete. On the left, Josh. You’re going to his left. The three Amigo’s I think I’ll call you’

He slips me into the third leather sleepsack that lies on the floor. It’s like the one at their cabin, so nice with soft leather on the inside. He rolls me over and laces up the rear, followed by some straps. More straps attach to the sides around my arms, and there are four loose ones to suspend me from the bar.

Josh’s quite strong but still has to use a winch mechanism to get me vertical and hanging from the bar on the ceiling.

‘Boy, we must be overfeeding you, you’re heavy!’

Once i”m up and he lets go then I swing loosely.

He leans down and next to my arse he pulls off a section which was press studded on, so that my arse is open. He does the same around my front, so my cock is free, it springs out immediately, rock hard.

He does the same on the other guys. I’m positioned slightly lower and at my arse hole I can feel Josh’s cock pressing into my hole.
Once we’re in position, he straps our legs together to make sure we’re as close and tight to each other as possible.

On my cock, he applies a couple of pads, each with a wire attached, these lead to a small box on the ground that has a couple of knobs on. He leans over and turns one of the knobs by one click. Immediately I feel a tingling in my dick. It pulses slowly, regularly.

‘Ohhhh, aahhgh’ I can’t help but moan

‘We need to do something about that noise boy’ and he picks up a roll of silver duct tape, tearing a good long piece off and wrapping it across my mouth, and around my head.

‘mmmmmm’ is all I can manage

I feel his hand on my arse, fingering lube up my hole. Then he pushes Josh forward more and works his cock up into my hole. He adjusts my position again once Josh is inside me. I feel Josh’s rock hard cock twitching in me.

‘and not to forget about Petey boy’ John says, as he moves to the third sleep sack, positioning him and making sure his cock goes right into Josh then stopping his legs to ours so we swing in unison.

‘ahh, just right. My three boys all in order’

Looking at me he says ’Now, you two at the front are not going to want to cum yet. The fucking will continue even if you cum. The one at the back gets to cum first. Then the one in the middle, and you at the front last. Thats the natural hierarchy’

With that he gives Pete at the back a gentle push, just enough to give a small swing. Thats enough for him to be sliding into Joshs arse and for Josh to be sliding into mine.

I don’t know about Petes cock, but Josh’s dick inside me feels pretty damn hard, and mine with the pushing electro is the hardest it’s ever been.

I hear the grunts and groans from the guys behind me, hooded and I bet they’re gagged too.

When the pendulum stops, John starts us off again, a gentle rock to keep us all fucked.

I need to cum so much, but I can’t, I know if I do then Josh will still be fucking me, and I know I’ve got to be strong and keep myself from shooting.

John turns one of the knobs on the box and the pulsing gets stronger. He pushes me this time, so that I take Josh’s cock deeper, I grunt louder into my tape gag.

’This is a pretty special that for you Josh, isn’t in. Fucked all the time, but never get to fuck, eh?’

I hear an appreciative groan from him.

‘and for you too Pete. Nicely bound up, just the way you like to have Josh.’

Pete groans too, I guess he doesn’t get much bondage with Josh around to take it.

‘Although, maybe your hole could do with filling too my man.’ I see him taking a good size plug and lubing it up. He heads round to the back the queue and I hear the moans when he inserts it up Pete’s arse hole. The pushing goes forward and I feel Josh going deeper in me.

John continues teasing Pete, and I hear grunts from the back, ‘yeah, you like that don’t you boy’ John says

The rhythmic fucking feels out of this world, and I sense Josh twitching in me.
‘Careful now Josh, if you cum, you still don’t get released until Pete does’

That must just tip him over the edge and I feel his cock explode with cum in me accompanied by his loud muffled moans.

‘You’ll never learn’

With that John pushes Pete a bit more and keeps him fucking Josh’s arse

He comes around to me and turns another knob on the box, this increases the speed of the pulses. I see my hard cock twitching.

I can’t take it anymore and cum shoots out, with burst after burst of it, flying right across the room. I keep twitching with the pulses and feel like I’m never going to stop cumming.

‘Woah, thats impressive boy. Not sure yet who’s going to clean that up’ The electro keeps going for a few unbearable seconds until he stops it.

He heads back to Pete ’At least someone has got some stamina. Good old Pete here can fuck his boy properly, can’t you’ Pete mumbles. Josh groans in his gag.
John keeps rocking them, teasing Pete’s nipples through the leather and pulling them together as close as they’ll get so Pete gets deeper in him.
‘Yeah, you guys are made for each other, and look pretty good fucking. Not that you have a choice of course.’
Pete erupts inside Josh, and the last of us is spent.

‘I think I’ll just leave you guys to recover’ John says, he removes the straps around the legs so we just swing. He switches the lights off and leaves us all dangling, utterly exhausted.