The Smell of Leather Part 6

Author: Cherubbsub
Title: The Smell of Leather Part 6
Date: 20 December 2015

The front half is finally positioned tight over my legs and bolted into place.

Arm pieces too are brought up in time and are bolted into position, my body only too compliant when needed to wiggle or stretch into the right position and aid the two captors.

Both arms end in mitt shaped fists, keeping the hands compact and neatly useless.

Finally, the helmet is offered up in two pieces, firstly the rear, which cradles the double layered encased head I’m inside right now (I think), and it too is bolted into position, ready to accept its counterpart and finally seal my entire body in immovable metal.

The front part of the helmet is offered up and I see no eye openings or nose openings just a hole lined with a rubber grommet, just a tiny bit smaller than the tube projecting from my mouth.

Fitted over this tube and slid into position, my final piece of the kit is positioned onto my face and head, lining up with the rear part and the top of the chest plate, it looks like it allows very little movement whatsoever.

With every clunk of metal moving into place, with every bolt secured I feel the bondage, with every detail brought into my awareness in this video I feel it applied to my body.

The rubbermen stand back and marvel at their efforts and for the first time I see myself captured inside a cocoon of bright shiny metal crafted like a sculpture reminiscent of roman armour or a statue with a blank, featureless head and featureless hands, knowing what is inside unable to move, speak or even see what he wants.

The rubbermen pick their powertools up and begin tightening all the bolts and another groan is audible from the body as the metal later surrounding his encased torso shrinks a few millimetres more, ensuring the plug is firmly seated, the catheter is keeping his cock in position, slowly fucking him from the inside whenever he gets an erection, and the total coverage becoming a gasket between his skin and the metal layer retaining his physical presence.

The winch above springs into life and hauls the metal encased form off the ground and back toward the cardboard box.

Meanwhile, the second rubberman carefully cuts the tabs keeping the cardboard neat and the sides fall away to reveal a tall cabinet exactly the right size for my entombed form.

With a slot in the ceiling to allow the straps to assist with positioning, the metal body is secured inside the metal box with brackets to ensure its security.

This process seems an unfitting end to my encapsulation, as it was so quick and easy by comparison. A final check of fit and the tubes projecting at the crotch, ass and helmet are one by one hooked up to a box placed between the legs and secured there.

Door closed and the padlock in place, I now look like just another storage locker you’d find in a self storage depot.

With the click of the padlock, the cardboard box is then re-erected and taped shut. Now looking even more like just a parcel, I’m wheeled away and viewed on the CCTV cameras to a new location.

I enjoy watching both rubbermen heave me along corridors and into a lift, their shiny bodies making the light dance across their surfaces as their muscled bodies rippled beneath. The lift opens again to reveal the rubbermen with their luscious slickly black hard bodies shifting me into the back of a van.

The movie starts fading out and I’m now left in darkness once more to ponder my fate.