[contains bondage, mummification, encasement,peril, adult situations, 18yo+ Fantasy/Horror porn genre’ no blood, gore.]
By Derrick Andrew Richter.
plese reblog only, or private use with permission. not suitable for most audiences.
(initially first person, point of view.)
Cal called me the other day and asked if I wanted to join him on a birthday adventure. Cal had been a lot of fun online, and I finally met up with him a few times. Initially we had planned to meet for a ride. We both loved sports bikes and leather. That is how we had first found each others profiles online. Our first meeting ended up with very little actual time on our motorcycles. We both had similar desires that went far beyond bikes. So when he called to ask about this new adventure, and told me it was for his birthday, how could I say no?
As three weeks passed, we continued to chat and tease each other. Often we ended up on an encrypted chat site role playing various scenarios. Inevitably one or both of us ended up in a dire predicament, that had both of us shooting our loads, before signing out.
He eventually filled me in on a few, limited details. His friend, Hunter, also had a birthday coming up, the same weekend as Cal’s. Plans were for me to ride out to Cal’s place and then from there we were both to head out to his friends second home, in the mountains. From the time we arrive, until we were finished, Cal and I would both be toys for Hunter, his friends and his boy-pup. He said it should really be exciting. He and I were both basically going to be ‘objects’. By showing up, we would be consenting to be objects with no rights to object. After all something that was an object, had no rights to begin with. “It could be an amazing, once in a lifetime experience. As if it was our destiny and purpose.” Call told me.
I wasn’t so sure about the whole 'object’ concept, but anything where I was going to get into some serious full coverage bondage, especially with Cal was worth volunteering for.
I got prepared for the long ride out. Really all I did was put a few basic items in my tank bag for a long weekend. A change of socks, underwear for the ride home, a tooth brush, my phone, wallet and my favorite handcuffs, which I planned to use on Cal if had the free time to do so. I wanted to wear my Dainese riding gear that matched my bike, but I knew Cal loved black leather, So I opted for my older heavy black leather riding gear. Then just for fun, under my mirrored helmet I locked on, one of my skin tight leather hoods. I knew it would get Cal ready and excited to play. It was still spring, so it would not be too hot to wear my rubber cat suit under the leathers. I just hoped the thighs or crotch were not going to rip out, like the last suit I had rode too often with.
I had been sweating only a little bit by the time I arrived at Cal’s place. But I was really thirsty. After I pulled into his garage, he grabbed my bike keys. “Hey”, I objected. “I’m really thirsty, and I need to get this hood off.”
“I’ll unlock the hood for you, but only if you promise to let me put any rubber hood I have, on you afterwards. Don’t worry I’ll choose one where you can easily drink, while wearing it. Just turn around and place your hands on the tank of your bike, and don’t turn around or look back.”
I did as he said. I briefly felt much cooler, as the sweaty leather hood came off. That lasted only a moment until the rubber hood easily slid down over my face. The rubber hood had some sort of stiff tube gag built in and had clear lenses to look out from, that were already steaming up and obscuring my vision.
“Here’s your water.” He said, as he poured a bottle into a trough that made up the exterior of the hood where my mouth opening should have been. “It’s real simple, as I pour the water into the hood you drink it, through the tube in the gag. If you don’t drink fast enough the level will continue to rise until it fills the the trough. You will notice, that is nearly eye level, well above where your nose is getting air. Drink or drown, it’s up to you.”
It was pretty simple to do as long as he kept the flow, slow and even. I easily finished the small bottle of water.
“Now, down on your knees. May as well get a little practice in, as to what sorts of things objects may have to do.” Cal unzipped his leather pants and immediately started pissing onto my hood. I tried to back up a little, at least enough, not to get my leathers wet. He grabbed my head, as he continued to piss. I was less worried about choking at this moment than I was about getting my leathers wet. When suddenly he just stepped back, and continued to piss. “You’re an object, get used to it, and try not to be a worthless object, got it?!”
I could feel the piss running down the hood, down my neck, in, on and under my leather. I didn’t know what to think. I was upset, slightly angry about the possibility of ruining my leathers and really turned on.
Cal finished up, laughed and removed the hood. “Go ahead and drop your leathers, but leave the rubber on.” He handed me a towel to dry off and then told me to stick out my hands. He placed two rubber mitts on my hands. They felt really sexy going on. As they slid on, my fingers felt what seemed like gloves sliding over each finger, bending them into a loose fist. They were deeply padded, and left my hands totally useless. He locked both of them on. Next he opened the passenger door, to mid 90’s F-150 ford truck. He had me get in, locked my seat belt, got in the truck and we pulled out of the garage. He told me we were heading out immediately. I started to object, saying that my bag was still in the garage, but he said everything we needed was already in the truck—the two of us. In fact the truck we were in, was dropped off the previous week and belonged to Hunter. That way we could get into the head space of being objects, owning nothing, as if we were being shipped as a delivery to him. He told me think of it, in a way like a consensual, non-consensual kidnapping. To be delivered to our destiny. My consent and journey as an object had already began, no backing out. He would be joining me, as matching objects, when we arrived. He smiled when he looked down and saw the growing, long thick bulge, inside the rubber. I was sweating lightly and my body felt as though it was vibrating with erotic excitement. My skin felt more alive than usual, and my nipples were just begging to used. In fact I already was feeling a strong desire to just be used.
The drive probably took us over three hours, when we stopped off at the gas station, I of course, stayed in the truck and hoped no one walked by to look at me too closely. The last part of the drive was up a steep mountain highway. We were now heading what seemed to be west, up into the eastern side of the Sierra Mountains. Even in the valley of Bishop, we were already above five thousand foot elevation. The smell of sage was pretty strong. I could see for miles, and all I saw going out of town was granite, sage, and the mountains we were heading into. The road seemed deserted. We passed a small grouping of homes at one point, then finally we hit a short gravel drive in sparse pine forest. At the end of the drive was a simple A-frame house with a similar sized garage next to it. I guessed that we had arrived.
Cal got out and stretched as a man walked in with what was obviously his “pet”. The other man was a slender pup in a rubber pup hood, chain collar and a pair of untied leather boots. The pup opened my door, unfastened my seat belt and let me out. We walked around to what was more or less a court yard between the garage and the house. Hunter was very informal and friendly as one would be with any expected guest. He pointed out the project they were doing in the court yard. He explained, that as part of the re-landscaping to match the arid climate, that they were going to build a covered breeze way from the garage to the house, but make it wide enough partially cover a new hot tub that should be delivered in about a week. But that they needed to pour the new walkway and pad for the tub first. We had to step over the forms which were ready for the new path, and pad for the tub. But once we stepped into the house everything changed.
(third person, point of view)
Hunter walked in before his guests. He turned and faced Cal first, and told him to strip, right there at the door. Hunter ignored Derrick, who was still covered in latex, with only his head exposed.
“I guess you really wanted this bad. You dared to give me this gift. To become a gift, really. I hope you let this rubbery toy of yours know what it was getting into. Whether or not, too late now. Both are here now. No longer are you men, consenting to play. By entering my house, now are each just a pair of objects. So let’s not find out what happens when an object needs fixing or repair. Just follow my directions and you will soon find that it is very easy to be the kind of object I enjoy.”
Hunter led it into the bathroom while leaving the rubbery one standing in the entry hall. He ordered it to thoroughly clean itself. When done Hunter walked in grabbed the spray nozzle it had used, turned on full blast and cold and sprayed the object down until it was shivering. Quickly Hunter picked up a locking chastity cage and sealed it on. Lock it firmly in place. Once completed He led it to out to a small room with just a padded black bench and a bed covered in a thick black plastic sheet. He left it there with the puppy, while he returned to have the other rubbery object stripped and cleaned the same way.
Once cleaned and safely locked in it’s chastity cage, Hunter led it to the same room. As they walked in they noticed that the boy-pup already had the first object, face down on the fuck bench, fully impaled. The object was dripping from the thick heavy lube the pup had shot into him. Hunter smiled as he noticed a few red bite marks, the pup had made, in the neck and shoulder of the object.
“Time to start redecorating you two.” Hunter pulled out a pair of rubber gloves and slid them on to the object closest to him. Meanwhile the pup that was still panting, and hard, did the same, with his object. Hunter quickly wrapped the objects gloved hands into useless mitts with black tape. While the other one had its hands made useless, just the same, with silver tape. Each had a large plastic perforated ball stuck in its mouth. These worked as gags while causing excess drool to run down the face. Both now faced each other, when at the same time, both had clear plastic bags, pulled down over their heads. Tape was then sealed around the necks. Wide eyed, they stared at each other. Quickly the bags started to fog as their brains did the same, as the bags sucked in tight with each breath, only to inflate like a balloon as they exhaled. Hunter watched this, and felt himself becoming very aroused. Wondering which one was going to try to paw at its head, uselessly trying to get new air. Black went down to it’s knees just before silver did the same. Black really started to panic, making all kinds of begging noises. Therefor Hunter walked up and punctured a line in the bag for silver. Making black thrash around unable to think of anything but the panic it now had, frantic for air. The black object fell to the ground still struggling. Finally it now had a large slit at the mouth held open, as black wheezed new air in and out. Now the taping really started up again. Strips ran downward next to the nose and mouth, under the jaw and back up the other side of the face, ending just below the eyes. Then under the eyes, over the bridge of the nose and around the head again. Again another ring of tape just under the nose, wrapping around and around downward around the neck. Quickly two holes were punched in the plastic, just at the nostrils. And again a hole was punched where one could get air in and out through the gag, if it tried. The taping continued steadily now. Vertically around then again horizontal around the forehead a few times. Soon the heads were covered in at least three layers of tape everywhere but the eyes. Two small rectangular slots of plastic. Carefully both of these slots of plastic were cut out. So that for now, the objects could witness the events. Finally the feet were bagged and taped as well.
Both were locked in a cage together for storage for a few hours. Hunter had invited a few guests over for dinner that night, and when they were done eating he showed him the gifts he had been given. He offered them to his guests and was rewarded with a very entertaining show. Everyone seemed to enjoy his fucktoys. He really enjoyed a long slow fuck with silver while watching black getting pounded for the third time. Both toys were pretty raw, dripping and stretched by the end of the evening. So hunter knew it was time to store them safely away for the night. Both were plugged then placed inside kennels for the night. Blacks kennel was stacked right on top of the kennel silver was in. During the night black could not hold back any longer and finally had to piss. Soon that started dripping down below onto silver. Not that it really mattered because during the night, twice someone stopped in to piss in the dark on both of them.
They were both starting to shiver, until well after, what probably had been sunrise. It was hard for the objects to tell as the only light was from outside the closed door. However they could hear movement in other parts of the house.
Hunter walked in with the pup. The pup was now just a cute twenty-something red head boy.
Hunter exclaimed, “Hey I’m glad the guests were able to enjoy themselves with my gifts last night. But they kind of are starting to smell a bit. Guess we should take care of that. Get that silver one out here and onto the plastic sheeting on the the bed there. Lets see if we can seal them up and get rid of the smell.”
The red headed pup-boy lead silver over towards the bed. He held silver standing upright as the silver stretched a couple of times. They then both started to wrap each arm and leg in stretchy cling film. Next pup held silver as Hunter started at the knees and began wrapping the whole object all the way up to the silver head with more plastic wrap. He then followed it with silver tape. Slowly and smoothly wrapping it up like a traditional mummy. The taping kept rising up. Soon covering the caged cock. No notice was taken of the cock or the cage. Another roll was used to continue wrapping. Up around the chest over the shoulders, up the neck, continuing around the jaw again over the head twice then around the mouth again. He circled the mouth three times solidly sealing in the gag. The only air that could be sucked in or out now was through the nose holes or maybe the eye slots. They layed silver down on the bed and finished wrapping his lower legs and feet again. But then adjusted the bed to be tilted upright just a little so silver could watch further activities. It was now just a silver mummy, plugged, cock caged, tired exhausted thirsty and terribly horny. Totally sealed in. trapped in inescapable body wrap a solid object with just eyes and nose exposed to the outer world. Silver knew where this was all leading, at least in theory, he had helped with some of the original planning. But he also knew there could be some big surprises, and that is what had him both excited and nervous.
After a short break both pup and Hunter returned to the room. They brought in more plastic wrap and black tape. After getting black released from the cage, and standing, they began to wrap each arm and leg, just as they had done before. However this time when they taped it up they wrapped the arms and legs separate from the main body, semi-mobile. He was sealed up just like silver only his arms and legs were still somewhat position-able. The pup then taped black face down mounted on its knees and arms, in position on the fuck bench. He then cut a hole at the ass and removed the plug which had been in all night. He set it aside and stepped back. Hunter moved into position and easily slid in, full length into blacks exposed hole. Hunter added more lube and rammed deeply into black. Silver could only watch unable to do anything else. Hunter grunted a few times and then shot, hard, into black, spraying a full load of cum into black, no worries because he had no limits now. As he pulled his wet dripping cock out, the puppy lept up and sucked him clean. The puppy was rewarded a second time with being allowed to fuck the taped object before plugging and resealing the hole.
Again they left on a short break. Leaving the two objects just ignored and sealed where they were. Both were starting to feel quite tired and worn out. Neither could really think anymore, as bodies no longer felt trapped by the outer shell, more like the shell around them was just a part of them. They both felt like objects now, it was wonderful and horrible at the same time. Neither would have been able to describe the thoughts and feelings to others. The dual need to move and be free and very satisfied not to be able to, at the same time. In fact silver wanted and needed more, far more. Silver knew the best was yet to come. Silver just had no idea how long or how far things would go. His imagination craved so much more than was reasonable or safe. What he truly wanted he knew could not, should not be done. He drifted slowly in and out of consciousness. Both silver and black began to have short, semi-delirious dreams. Waking each time still trapped as inescapable mummified objects.
This time as silver began to awaken it felt itself being slid backwards and on top of something. It took a few moments to realize what was happening. Black was laying on the bed, legs spread. Silver was pulled backward until its ass was seated between the thighs of black. Silvers head resting on the chest of black. Blacks legs were then slightly wrapped over the lower legs of silver. Then both were wrapped together, around the legs with more black tape. To silver it seemed as if he was being absorbed by black, in a way. As if in a dream he was being absorbed by the other object.
The pup then wrapped the right arm of black around the neck of silver. The elbow was just under the chin. He wrapped addition tape around the end of what used to be a hand and wrist and secured it in place. Next the other mitt was secured just over the mouth of silver. The mitt was taped securely over the mouth and around silvers head a few times. Essentially muffling any noises even further. Trapping them together. Where black had to make a conscious effort not to block the nose openings of silver, with his mitted, and sealed paw. Lastly a single piece of tape was placed over the eyes of black. The black object was happily sealed to silver, and yet no longer able to see anything. It’s only opening to the outside world was his nose holes.
With out waiting any longer. The edges of the plastic sheet was lifted up and carried. Silver as Cal had helped plan this part. This was his part of the fantasy. He knew they were heading out to some place outdoors for a burial like scene. As if really trapped, truly unable to escape.
They were laid down in a position similar to the bed. The feet were much lower than the head. Only now when the single sheet of tape was removed from blacks eyes, it blinked and after a moment, discovered the situation. The dual mummy was laying in a long hole in the ground. Somewhat like a grave. black could see the surface of the surrounding land about a foot above their face. Silver could feel that black was now getting agitated and restless. Above and on both sides they watched as a silvery grey wet material slid off of two shovels. One shovel on the right side of the head, and one on the left. Two, three, five more scoops each and black could feel the wet concrete on each side of its head. If its head had not been sealed the cement would have been leaking into his ears by now. Black was sweating and squirming and trying not to panic. Silver was again leaking so much pre-cum it may have well been cum. It knew what was happening and wanted more. So much more. Next blacks eyes were re-taped. As it now shook his head, lifted his head moaned, tried to scream and slowly became quiet but still struggled as best as it could.
Silver knew what was next as well as its eyes were also sealed. They heard the power mixer start up. Silver knew that next water, sand and compost were going to be mixing then poured in to the so called concrete prison. The concrete next to blacks head was to make it feel more confined and the site and smell to add to making it seem real. The fantasy was to be as if they were to be forever sealed in together. Silver /Cal loved the idea of being imprisoned, trapped as if buried alive. Knowing he’d be forever sealed in solidly.
Silver started squirming his whole body just begging to cum as the slurry began to pour into the hole. First rising up past his ankles then his knees. The angle of the slope allowed for a slow rising of the slurry. There was a short break as more materials were mixed. They could both smell the strong scent of wet concrete. It all seemed so real now. As the second pour began, silver, once known as Cal did start to cum. It felt like an unending orgasm. Or maybe he was pissing himself, couldn’t really tell. The heavy goo was now just under his chin. He imagined it was so real. It seemed like the best dream ever. A third round of mixing began. There was very little room to pour any more. Just as imagination began to mix with reality, the tape was removed from his eyes.
“Time to seal the noses, as we mix this load.” The noses were sealed first and black began to buck his hips rebreathing very little trapped air. As he squirmed and struggled, it’s taped hand would block silver from being able to breathe in or out at all. Silver was ecstatic beyond possibility. Black moaned as it felt the strongest orgasm of it’s life. Black then relaxed and was quiet. Silver could still work air in and out now that black had relaxed. The air kept leaking around the eyes.
Hunter and the pup both shot a load, down into the hole watching the two objects squirm. It was so hot watching objects wiggling about as if they were living men. Men that were enjoying the idea of being sealed in a hole by cement.
Cal had been one of those men. It was just as the two above had shot their loads that he noticed that this was no muddy slurry. This really was concrete. They were burying him for real. They reached down with another piece of tape and sealed his eyes. There was to be no release he realized. He was sealed in now as it was. Fully tape sealed, no escape. His only air was trapped inside the layers with him. He was no longer part of the outside world. He could hear the slurry begin to pour again. He no longer was scared. He accepted it. His ears submerged and he could no longer hear he just felt it as it flooded in. Now quickly covering his entire head. He could not breathe in or out. He felt another orgasm flood his body as if trapped in the orgasm. Knowing his nightmarish dream of being sealed in had come true. Honored, as if to be a living part of the patio above. What a dream or a nightmare. Did it just come true?
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