As some of you can see by my other stories, being restrained during sex is a big turn on for me. Being receptive to my partner's "advances" without me being able to participate is the turn on. One of my biggest fantasies is to be placed in a box and restrained and be locked in. Unfortunately, I haven't found the right person with the right equipment to make this fantasy a reality yet. That being said, let's continue . . .
The story has been written for entertainment purposes for consenting adults only. It contains escapades of male on male sex. If you are not of legal age or if you consider this type of writing to be morally offensive, then do not read the following story. It is your own responsibility to adhere to these terms. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at: my88reliant@yahoo.com.
If you happen to have pictures of men "trapped" in boxes, and would like to share, I would appreciate them. Gathering information on how to build my own box. Thanks.
Today was the day! I was going to get boxed up and shipped. My current "play" partner, Larry, was into stocks and benches. You wouldn't know if from looking at him. Larry was about 35, medium build, toned, but not muscular. Almost hairless. But not because he shaved. Just didn't have much body hair. Didn't work out at the gym, but ran a garden supply company, so was rather active at his "day" job. One would never figure that Larry could be dominant enough to get someone into a "binding" situation.
I had one day let it slip about my fantasy of being restrained in some sort of container. Larry then had surprised me one "play" day with a closet that he had converted into sort of a box like chamber. There were stocks built into the closet that he locked me up in then shut and locked the door. The room was padded, so I was very isolated. I sure enjoyed that weekend, but I told him it just wasn't the same. I wanted to feel being moved around.
Last time we were together, Larry explained that he had built such a box just for me. And had arranged for some transportation to cart me around. Just like my fantasy, to be boxed and shipped. Larry said I had to take a day off from work though as one of his friends, Terry, worked for a shipping company and Terry could only get the forklift and truck on a normal weekday. Larry was going to pay to have me shipped across town to a Self Storall where I would be delivered to Larry.
So here I was. Nervous, but terribly excited by the fulfillment of my biggest fantasy. We had already dropped my car off at the Self Storall so it would be there when I was ready to go home. All I was going to do that day was be shipped. No sex. I just wanted to be shipped.
Larry had taken me back to his garage. There was the box. Standing upright. Bigger than I expected, but Larry said he had to make it so that it would hold the padding to help protect me during the shipping. It sort of looked like a set of stocks, with a frame around it. Maybe four feet thick. There was a front and a back; these were hinged and open. When they were open they stabilized the stocks.
Larry told me to get undressed. What? Larry said that it would enhance my experience in the box. Naked, but hidden. I hesitated. This wasn't what I thought I had wanted. Larry said that it would be more exciting if I was naked in the box. No one is going to see me. I undressed, unsure of myself. What was I doing? But I wanted to get shipped.
The stocks were set up so that there was a brace for my neck, then a set for my ankles. There were boxes at waist height built into the side of the frame for me to place my hands into. In these hand boxes, was a wooden bar that allowed one a place to "hang" onto. Larry explained that they were hand holds to help during the shifting of the box and the reason for the boxes in the first place for the hands was to immobilize the hands so I wouldn't jack off in the box! I maneuvered myself into the box. Larry closed the stocks up and then got some paddle locks. Locking me in. I was rather uneasy again. Larry said that it added to the excitement. I couldn't get out. My cock was at half-mast, so maybe Larry was right. I have waited so long for this that I didn't want to NOT do it.
Then he placed a gag in my mouth. It had a hole placed so that I could breath. Larry said that he didn't want me to call out in surprise and scare anyone that might happen to be standing outside the box during my "delivery". He then placed a hood over my face. He said that was so that nothing would fall into my eyes during the ride, as I wouldn't be able to get it out. But then why was he putting a lock on the hood as well? But by this time, I couldn't voice my concerns. I was trapped into going ahead with my fantasy.
Larry closed the back of the box and I felt some padding. Larry explained to me that it was that memory foam and it would mold itself to my body. This would allow him to lay the box down with the winch so that I would be easier to transport. He then shut the front of the box. This had the foam too, but it was only from the neck down. When he had me in, he screwed the top and bottoms to the box. I could hear Larry talking to me. He said that there were holes in the face area so that I would get fresh air and could hear what was going on around me. Adding to my thrill. He said that I would get off on hearing the traffic and people near the box. They would never know that I was restrained in this box.
The padding was perfect. It slowly molded to my body. I was immobilized tightly front and back. I could turn my head a little, the foam repositioning itself as I moved. But my head rested on a firm pillow. Then I could hear the winch starting and I was slowly laid on my back. Larry talked to me through the lid. He said that his neighbor, Gail, was going to be letting Terry in as Larry was going to be leaving so he could be at the storage place before the box arrived.
Then I heard the door shut. I lay there for quite some time. Then the door opened again and I heard Gail. Laughing. Saying something about why couldn't he take a little break and give her what she really needed? I laughed to myself. I had met Terry before and knew he was gay. He sure looked good. Nice bulge that he showed off in his crotch. No way was he going to do anything with Gail. I heard a schmooch and a sigh. Then I heard a male voice I didn't recognize. Where was Terry? The voice said that he was sorry he couldn't take a break right now. They were short handed. The driver for this route had called in sick this morning and he was filling in.
Another long schmooch and a bigger sigh. Gail asked if he could stop by later, after work? The guy said he had her address and would be there after supper. Gail giggled and said she had some stuff to do to get ready. Lock up when you leave.
Oh shit! Now what! Oh well, this guy doesn't know what is inside the box, so I should be OK. I heard the garage door open and then a forklift start up. I was bumped and moved around. The padding was working great. Soon I heard him strapping me down on a flat bed. Then the truck took off. We drove and drove. I could hear the traffic around me. I was semi hard thinking of what was going to happen at the other end. My cock pressing into the padding. And aroused that I was boxed up and visible in traffic, but they didn't know I was in here, naked and restrained.
Soon the truck stopped. I could hear the driver talking to someone. Then the forklift came back to life and took me off the truck. I was here! I heard the driver and someone else walk over to me. The driver said that it had a shipping invoice that needed to be signed. Another voice, NOT LARRY'S, said sure. Then the truck drove away.
OH SHIT! WHERE IS LARRY?!
I have no idea how long I sat there on the loading dock. I was getting hot. The foam was a nice padding, but it sure insulated me well. Soon I could hear footsteps, actually sounded like cowboy boots. They stopped at the box. I heard this guy yell out where did this delivery come from? The guy that had accepted the delivery shouted that it arrived awhile ago. The guy in the cowboy boots said that he wasn't expecting anything. The guy shouted back that there was a delivery invoice on top of the box. Cowboy boots must have picked it up as he said that there was a phone number to call. He was going to figure this out.
A bit later he came back. His voice was sort of thoughtful. The other guy must have been near by. He said that the shipping company would be sending someone back to pick up the box. But since they were so short handed, it wouldn't be until late afternoon before they could come and get it. AFTERNOON? It was before lunch right now. What was I going to do? I couldn't get their attention. And even if I did, what would they do?
Cowboy boots continued to speak. He said the shipping company said it was live cargo and to make sure it was taken care of. He walked around the box several times. Finally he spoke. "I have heard of this kind of thing before, but never witnessed it. The first guy asked "what"? Cowboy boots said that he had heard of guys getting boxed up and being sent to different addresses. There must be a guy in this box. It is the right size. Holes right where the head should be for air.
Cowboy boots shouted out for more guys to come over and help. He said that the box has a shipping position and a storage position. Get the box upright! Slowly they raised me to a standing position. Then Cowboy boots told the guys to get some tools to open the box up. Soon I heard power tools unscrewing the box. They opened the back first. The fresh air felt so good after being in the box. The guys let out a shout. There is a guy in here! And he's buck naked. They opened the front and Cowboy boots said that he now has seen just about everything.
Someone grabbed my now shriveled cock and gave it a stroke or two. Another voice said that I was locked in. Just what are we going to do? The guy is actually locked in there with locks. No keys visible. Can't release him. Even the hood is locked on.
Cowboy boots said that we might as well take advantage of the situation. They were supposed to make sure the livestock was taken care of. Grab the box of condoms off the restroom shelf. We don't want to leave any evidence we have been using the merchandise. I heaved a sigh of relief at the condoms. I wasn't so sure about this. What had I gotten myself into? At least I would be protected. They were going to fuck me and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
Cowboy boots told someone to go get the grease gun from the toolbox. Want to get the hole all lubed up for some action. I felt a cold metal tube like hose being roughly shoved up my ass. Soon I felt goo being pumped in. Lots and lots. Then it was removed, only to be replaced by a finger. It slowly worked its way in. Then it was two. Then it was three. Working around, spreading the goo, opening my hole up. Soon I was thrusting against the fingers. I was ready. I know I shouldn't be wanting this. I should be screaming for them to stop. But my ass is betraying me. Wanting an invasion. Put something in there now! I wish I could talk!
I felt a warm hard cock press against my ass lips. I pushed back as far as I could in my restraints. The owner of the cock grunted and shoved in. OOHH! I was ready for this. My hole needed something to be shoved in there now after the workup with the fingers. Slowly, the cock in my ass pulled out. Then pushed back. Soon we were in a rhythm. In and out. Oh it was so good! Someone grabbed my cock and started to jack me. Cowboy boots told them to knock it off. Better not let me cum. Don't want whoever I am delivered to see that they have damaged the goods.
NOOOOO! I need to cum! Please! But all I could do was grunt. They took my grunts as my expressions of enjoyment I guess. Soon, all too soon, I felt the cock in my ass fill the condom. He pulled out, and immediately another replaced it. This one was fatter. It stretched me out much more. Soon, this cock was pounding my ass. Harder than the other cock.
Someone grabbed my nips and started to play with them. Twisting, pulling, tugging. This brought tears to my eyes. My cock was drooling big time by now. I could feel the pre cum being bounced off as the cock plunged into my ass. Drips on my legs. Every so often, someone would either slap the balls to calm me down, or give my cock head a whack or two. This would calm my cock down again so it wasn't about to shoot.
Another cock filled my ass. Then another. I lost count after 5. They had by now attached some kind of clamps to my tender nips. They would bounce with each thrust of the cock in my ass. My cock would bounce too. Then it would get a slap or two to bring me down a notch. I was going crazy. Getting a nice sex high. I didn't know which way was up, what my name was. I just wanted to get fucked. They knew what they were doing by not letting me cum.
Then they were done. I have no idea how many cocks had used my ass. Or for how long. I just knew that my ass felt empty. They pulled the clamps off my nips. That sort of woke me up a bit. Someone wiped me down with a towel. The cowboy said that they had better get the box closed up and ready. The shipping company should be here any time now. Meaning I had been used all afternoon! In my delirium, I had lost track of time. All I wanted to do was cum. Oh please, make me cum! And now they were going to close me back up!
The next thing I knew, I was on my back, locked in the box. I heard the delivery guy pull up. Apologizing all the way that they shouldn't have delivered the box to this address. Sorry for any inconvenience. Cowboy just said that everything was just fine. They had taken good care of the merchandise.
I felt the forklift pick me up and place me on the truck bed. Then felt as I was winched in tight. The truck started up and the rocking of the ride slowly put me to sleep. I was exhausted.
I woke up laying in the back seat of my car. I was outside of the Self Storall. I was alone. Naked. I was stiff. My ass ached. I had the worst set of "blue balls" ever. Going to have to take care of that when I get home I guess. I felt empty. I was locked in the car. It was dark. On the seat next to me were a pair of shorts (not mine) my car keys and a thick envelope.
I stepped out of the car and pulled the shorts on. My ass ached. Used. I got in the front seat and shut the door. Turned on the map light and opened the envelope. There was a stack of photographs. There were some of the box on the back of the truck in various places around town. Shots of the truck in traffic. Then the next picture was of the box standing open on a loading dock. And I was in the box! Larry had set this all up!
There were 6 guys including Larry standing there naked for the camera. One of them was Terry. And the guy in the cowboy boots. All of them grinning from ear to ear with a satisfied expression on their faces. Cocks hanging flaccid between their legs, red a shining of cock juices. Of course they would be. They had been used to fuck my ass! Another shot of a pile of used condoms on the floor. Too many to count. So some of them had fucked me more than once.
Careful as I was still a bit groggy, I started the car and drove home. When I stumbled into the house, I got a cold beer and went into the den. I was too tired to jack off. I am going to have to thank Larry for this one!