Marine Crate - 03

The man’s hand wrapped around his length, stroking with a firm, steady rhythm that had Damian’s hips bucking off the floor.

Damian’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire. He was a straight man, or at least he had always thought so,but his body was betraying him. The sensations coursing through him were overwhelming, and he found himself unable to resist the pleasures these men were offering, even if they were cruel in their delivery.

The man above leaned down, his breath hot against Damian’s ear.

“You like this, don’t you, Marine? You like being at our mercy.”

Damian tried to shake his head, to deny the truth, but his body’s responses betrayed him. A muffled moan escaped around the sock in his mouth as the man below cupped Damian’s balls, rolling them gently and sending jolts of pleasure shooting through his cock.

They continued their relentless edging, dragging him to the brink of orgasm only to pull back at the last second. His body was slick with sweat, muscles trembling with the effort of holding back release. Their hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of his skin, leaving no part untouched.

Damian was desperate, body aching for release. He thrashed against his bonds, ropes biting into wrists and ankles, limbs folded into a hogtie but it was futile. He was completely at their mercy, and they showed no sign of letting up. His mind reeled with confusion and desire, his straight thoughts betraying him as he drowned in the intensity of his own responses.

Just as he was about to climax, another engine rumbled closer. Louder. A bigger vehicle. Most likely the truck with the crates.

Both men tapped his body lightly, one casually remarking, “Oh, here’s your ride.” The other hurriedly shoved Damian’s hard cock back into place, fumbling with the buttons of his pants.

Damian squirmed violently, moaning in frustration through his gag, pleading silently for release. His body shook with desperation.

But they didn’t care or maybe they did, cruel enough to simply enjoy his torment. They walked away. The warehouse filled with the sounds of heavy machinery and clattering wood before a forklift screeched to a halt, dropping off crates with speed and precision. One crate was set dangerously close to Damian’s hogtied body.

He was confused, dread building. What was the crate for? What kind of torment was next?

The men pried the lid off and walked toward him with grins. They lifted him unceremoniously and dumped him inside. Damian squirmed and fought, but the crate was filled with packing peanuts that swallowed him whole, soft yet smothering. He struggled helplessly against the yielding material.

Just as they were about to secure the lid, one captor made a final move. Smirking, he pulled Damian’s cock free again, exposing him one last time. (Yes! please let me come, I don't care what you're planning to do with me, just let me cum) was all he could think of.

He stroked him quickly, bringing him right to the brink then stopped abruptly.

"Damian, it was truly great to have met you. Enjoy the rest of your captivity" the man chose to use as a parting message.

Damian moaned into his gag, thrashing in furious frustration, his hips bucking against the packing peanuts. Rage and desperation churned in him. He realized the dire situation, he’d be trapped inside until their destination, dripping, hard and unsatisfied, and whoever opened the crate would find him exposed and helpless.

The heavy wooden lid slammed shut and followed by sounds of power drill, screws being screwed, sealing his fate and himself physically in. Complete darkness followed, finalizing his doomed future. He moaned so hard through his gag, trying his last time to be heard, hoping for mercy from the captors. He tried humping at the peanuts around him, but they provided no resistance at all to provide him release, instead it kind made his body rotate, so that he's facing up at the lid. Well whoever opened the crate next will have a nice surprise of a fully helpless and displayed Marine. Alone with his thoughts, sweat, and aching arousal, Damian was left to the cruel whims of his captors, and the relentless torment of his own body.

He felt the jolt of the crate being lifted up by a forklift, and being moved to a vehicle, then more crates being placed around and on top of his.

This was definitely not in his wildest imagination would be how the day would end.