Lost Luggage 8

Author: cigarlad
Title: Lost Luggage 8
Date: 28 April 2017

When I’m woken I’m the last one hanging in a leather sleepsack after being suspended and fucked. It looks like Josh and Pete have been released, so it’s just me and John in the room.

He peels the tape off my mouth and immediately gives me a long deep kiss before he helps me out of the sleepsack and back to normality.

‘So boy, I left you here to get a good rest. It’s been really great having you here, but soon we’ll have to send you back.’ John says

‘Oh, I thought this time would come. I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed being here’ I reply, disappointed.

‘Ha ha, I know, we’ll be wiping your cum of the walls for weeks. Come here boy’ me motions to me.

He places his hand on my shoulder and pushes me down to his boots. Even under his plain work clothes he has nice black boots. I start to give them a good lick and I hear appreciative noises from him.

‘Unfortunately your packaging for shipping is still being made, so you’re still ours for a few more hours yet so we still have time to try out one of our prototype shipping suits.’

I’m led out to the office area where the other lads are waiting

Pete holds up full body suit, this one is completely see through and made of some kind of rubberised material. It’s a full one piece suit complete with feet, hands and a hood and I see a good sized mouth hole.

Pete unzips it along the back and into it he pours a good size bottle of slimy looking clear lube, making sure to spread it around and down to the feet and arms. He rubs a little onto my shaved head rather than into the suit.

John then orders me, ’In you get boy.’

They hold the suit up and my legs slide in easily. It’s very tightly fitting, but I have no trouble getting in at all. The smooth clear rubber clings tightly to my body, showing off my chest nicely. I could get used to this suit.

The hood section stretches tightly as it’s pulled over my head, sliding over my slicked smooth head, and they move it around to line up my mouth with the hole.

Josh lubes my arse up and fits a butt plug into me. I’m getting pretty used to my hole being filled now. Once I’m half way there with the plug I feel my hole stretching wide, but keep going and eventually I get that relief when I’m over the widest part and the whole plug pulls itself into me. Then he zips up the back of the suit right up to my neck, sealing me in. ‘That’s a good boy, always good to have your ass filled’

While he’s doing that the others wheel over a small flat bed trolley on wheels. At the front is a short pole, maybe two feet high, on top of that is a fitted metal collar. At the corners are four more smaller metal rings, a few inches wide.

Pete opens up the two smaller ones at the rear, and i’m told to kneel on the trolley so that my ankles lie on the opened rings at the back. I do that and he flips the top halves back on so my ankles are secure. Padlocks go on to hold my feet in position. I try to wriggle, but there’s not much movement allowed.

My head is pushed forward to rest on the larger collar and it too gets fixed in position into the ring, again padlocked in place. Finally my wrists are secured with the front two so I’m secured in place.

It’s not comfortable.

Gets worse when he fits a spider gag in my mouth, forcing it wide open. My ability to speak goes, replaced with grunting and drool.

‘Excellent, so now we have our fuck boy just how we like him, sealed, secured and nicely available’ John says to the men.

Pete gives my arse a good hard slap and laughs as I yelp. ‘Should keep us entertained for a while’

‘Yeah, good and practical too, nice to have him on wheels. Cool, eh?’ Pete says

John kneels down, right in my face, ‘That mouth hole of yours looks like it’s just at the right height too. Wanna find out?’ John says and he stands back up unzips his work trousers pulling out his meat right in front of my face.

He grabs my head with both hands and pulls me right onto his dick, I start to suck him, working my tongue around his shaft. He leans right over me forcing his cock deep, right to the back of my throat and I gag a bit. He pulls out, grinning and keeps fucking my face hard.

Just when I think he’s going to cum, he pulls out. ‘Thats enough for now boy’

John wheels me over to his desk and positions me under it in semi darkness. He pulls up his office chair, sits down and starts working on his PC, with me hidden underneath ready for service.

After 20 minutes or so of work he unzips his jeans and pulls out his dick, then leans down grabs my head and pulls me forward it. I eagerly get to work licking, sucking, whatever I can do to please him, not that I have any choice.

He pulls out and pushes me back further under the desk.

I’m left dribbling for another 20 minutes or so until he wants more, and I’m happy to oblige, just fixed there with his dick resting in my mouth, working my tongue and edging him.

‘C’mon man, my turn for the cock sucker’ Pete says and I’m wheeled over and fitted under his workstation.

Pete works much harder with my mouth, pushing his rock hard dick deeper to the back of my throat. Thrusting up and down more and really treating my mouth as a fuck hole.

I hear the others asking him if I’m doing a good job, ’He sure is, not as good a cock sucker as Josh though’

I feel him twitching like he’s going to cum so I slow down on my sucking and he rests a bit, I love getting these guys close to cumming.

I spend the afternoon fixed in place on the trolley, a mobile cock sucking slave for these guys. All three take their turn, sharing my mouth hole.

Josh has his turn with me, and I guess he’s not as used to getting sucked off, unlike the others who carried on working when I was sucking them, all I hear is moans and feel his hands on my head. I work his cock harder with my tongue and it’s not long before his dick twitches and with a ‘Ohhh fuck’ he shoots his sticky load in the back of my mouth. I try and swallow, but some just dribbles out onto his boots and onto the floor.

‘Ha man, I knew that would happen if Josh got to use him, can’t control himself’ Pete says

Someone wipes my face clean and one of them suggests it’s time for a change.

Pete removes my spider gag. Feels good to finally move my jaw easily, but then picks up a leather hood and pulls it over my rubberred head, there’s no eye holes so I’m in darkness. Into my mouth goes some kind of gag and I feel something else being strapped around the top of my head.

‘There we go boys, there’s our urinal for the afternoon’ John says. Fuck, I think that was a funnel that he attached.

‘We best get drinking then’ I hear Pete saying.

I’m wheeled around again, and just parked up somewhere in the office, ready and available to be used again.

I’m kneeling on the trolley in the darkness of my leather hood for a while before I hear something up close. Then a noise as one of them pulls down their zipper and gets ready to piss. I hear it splash into the funnel that I guessed was fixed to my head and a couple of seconds later I get his hot piss in my mouth.

I start to drink it, swallowing as much as I can, but it flows fast and I struggle to gulp it down. I hear the piss still going into the funnel, filling it up and I keep drinking it down as fast as it’s coming in.

‘This is a good one boss, he makes for a good piss pig’ I hear Pete say

‘Yeah, once he’s gone, we’ll have to replace him and get Josh trained up for that’ John replies. I hear Josh complain ‘No chance, I'm no piss pig’

'Ha ha, you will be, I'll make sure of that' Pete says

Pete finishes up and I gulp down the remaining piss, with an involuntary burp at the end.

I get a gentle appreciative slap round the head.

Feels good to be the office fuck boy and urinal.

I seem to drink gallons more as the afternoon goes on, and eventually need to let go myself. My piss comes out and runs down the inside of the suit, down my legs, settling with the lube squishing around my body.

I don’t think anyone noticed and every now and again I still get filled with more piss.

I hear some activity in the office and then Josh’s voice in my ear. ‘Okay boy, your final packaging is here, so time to use you one last time before we seal you in on your way home’

The funnel gag and leather hood are removed, and at my arse hole end I feel some relief when the zip of the suit is undone a bit and my plug comes out. Ahh, feels good.

Short lived though, at exactly the same time one of them, John I think, slides his dick in my lubed up arse hole and Pete rams his dick in my mouth.

Fucked at both ends.

With each thrust in my arse, the trolley and me push forwards onto Pete’s dick. As Pete forcefully fucks my face then it just pushes me back, further onto John’s cock which goes deeper in me.

They lean over me, arms round each other, snogging deeply. I can’t help but to get hard being used by two hot guys, while Josh looks on, playing with their nipples.

The pounding is relentless, even after sucking them all afternoon they’re both rock hard in me, going as deep as they can, getting faster and faster and enjoying using their new bondage slave.

John says ‘See Pete, this is how you use a slave. Fuck ‘em hard, they love it’

‘Fuck I’m gonna shoot’ Pete nearly screams as he lets himself shoot his load right to the back of my mouth, holding his cock in place in my mouth and jerking every last drop of cum in me.

‘Yeah, time to seed the fucker’ John says and he jerks, shooting his load up my arse. Fuck, it feels good having him cum right in me.

He collapses on top of me, dick still inside my arse, hugging me as finally I can’t take any more and shoot my load in my suit.

‘Nice work boy’ he whispers in my ear.

He zips my suit back up, and the leaves me there, cum up my arse, dribbling from my mouth and in my suit. Fully used.

I pant, worn out from the final fucking from these guys, feeling so happy at being used and being able to cum again.

Eventually John starts to release me from the trolley, one padlock at a time.

‘Right, up you get. Have a wash, get freshened up and we’ll pack you away for transit. Make sure you have one more full bottle of drink to keep you going for your journey’, John says.

I take some time to sort my self out in the bathroom, clean my teeth and have a good shower ready for the final journey home, and finally head back to the main office area.

All three guys are there and in the centre of the office is my way home. Laid out is two haves of a hard plastic shell, body shaped. Not just anyones body though, but looking like it’s designed just for me.

‘It took some time to arrive, which is why we had to keep you a bit longer, I’m glad we did though. With the precise body measurements we got when you were contained in the block then we got this manufactured by some good friends of ours. We’ve made some allowances here and there, but it should fit you perfectly. Once you’re sealed in it then we’ll get you boxed up so that our transport guys can handle you a bit easier, but for the rest you’ll be in this and then in a standard transport pod on the plane.’

‘Are you ready?’ he checks.

‘I’m sad to go, but yes, I’m ready’

‘You’ll be in this a long time, so you’ll need this to get you through it’ He hands me a large bottle of special drink, and I down the whole lot in one go.

Josh comes up to me and gives me a really big bear hug. ‘Thanks man, it’s been fun’

Pete offers his hand and I get a good solid handshake and a smile. ‘Yeah, hope to see you again cock sucker.’

‘I hope so too, you two are great together by the way.’ I say to him and Josh, ‘hope you get him trained well’

John gives me a pat on the back ‘Yep, and you’re one good fuck hole too boy. See you again.’

‘Right boy, if you’re ready then lie in there’ he says and looks down at the shell.

I carefully get into the base of the shell and lie into it. It’s made of some kind of hardened plastic and doesn’t flex at all. Once I’m lying down they check all around me for any pressure points and nod in agreement with each other.

‘Goodbye boy, enjoy the trip’

And with that, the top half is carefully laid on top of me. On this one there are a number of very small breathing holes around my mouth and nose.

Some clasps snap all around the side and I’m fully encased, completely sealed in. It seems to fit exactly as they said, Barely a millimetre free space around most of my body and a bit extra over the chest.

The plastic is opaque and so that’s it, the last I’ll see of my new bondage friends.

I’m lifted up and I guess then placed in a crate.

Shipping starts immediately, I’m carried, moved, rolled over, everything. The plastic is so hard that I now seem to be being handled a lot more roughly since they know I can’t be damaged easily inside it.

I try to imagine what I look like to them, and I picture myself looking like a shop dummy or a statue. Just a plain object, vaguely human, but I doubt anyone would assume anyone was inside.

I seem to be lifted and dropped inside a crate, and I hear more locks click shut. There are a couple of knocks on the top of the crate. I think this might be them saying their goodbye.

I sense more feeling of movement, but being so restricted in the shell then it feels much weirder than I’m used to, I don’t wobble or roll with the motion. I hear industrial noise, reversing beeping sounds, engine noises, louder voices. The truck noise isn’t quiet like their pick up truck, but more like a shipping truck. Then I’m moving again.

As usual, I struggle to stay awake and in the darkness I sleep.

I wake with a bit of a jolt when I guess I arrive at the airport. I’m lifted out of the crate, and I hear voices, something about me ‘… he’s back, they must have finished with him ... I heard they used him good…’
It goes dark again though when I’m slid into what I guess is the standard FastTrack shipping pod. More noise, standard airport stuff and more movement, I guess from when I’m put onto the plane.

I wake a couple of times during my journey, but just hear plane noise and see just darkness inside the pod. I wonder how long I’ve been encased for and wonder where I’ll end up. I dream a little, and think of my experiences, but try not to get hard since there’s nowhere for my cock to go.

The journey feels good, fixed in place in the hard shell of the container , not a bit of movement allowed, but so very relaxing.

Next I know I’m hit by bright lights as the top of my enclosure is unclipped off.

I adjust to the brightness, blinking and see a guard leaning over me ‘Welcome to London Sir’

Oh well, thats definitely the end of the adventure.

I feel happy to be awake, but sad that the journey is over and I’m back to normality.

After being helped out, I’m passed my original bag with my clothes in, passport, phone, everything. They look at my passport ‘Had a haircut Sir?’

‘Ahh, yes, just a little’ I forget how different I must look, and as I rub my head I’m reminded of how I got shaved down.

‘We’ve not seen one of these packaging units before Sir. I see you’re a Gold member of FastTrack, so I guess that’s something new’ he says

‘Oh yes, very new, prototype I’d say’

A few days later when I’m at home, still recovering from the experience, still horny I should say, I get an email from the airline. It’s just a receipt for the trip, but I see it has a frequent flyer balance, eighty thousand points and a bonus. Way more than I'd expect.

I look it up to see what that gets me, the points will get me round the world a few times. Fantastic I think, maybe a trip back to the horny Airline guards in New Zealand for starters then.

The bonus gets me a one way ticket to LAX in my own personalised storage container.

I think I’ll be booking that flight very soon.