Sealed Away in Storage

Corporal Alexander Winters was cleaning his gun when he was approached by his commanding officer. Alex stood and saluted him.

In a short exchange, Alex’s CO ordered him to go check on and bring in a small supply of ammo and explosives that were left in a secured storage zone. The CO explained that the other Marine who was going to do it was pulled away for work elsewhere, and that this was now Alex’s responsibility. Alex saluted his CO again and said “Yes sir!”, before heading off to the secure area.

Alex made it to the secure storage area very quickly. He walked over to the boxes that were stacked neatly by the wall and knelt down. He pried off the wooden lid to the large explosive crate and glanced over everything just to make sure it was all in order.

Alex was just about done counting when he heard the sound of footsteps quickly approaching him. He tried to turn around but before he could he was struck on the back of the head with the butt of a rifle. He fell to the ground dazed and in a lot of pain.

“Put your hands behind your back!” Alex heard shouted at him angrily. He complied because he was afraid to get hurt further. Whatever these guys wanted, they had already resorted to violence to get it.

Shaking and with his head throbbing, Alex put his hands behind his back and crossed his wrists.

Soon after, he felt the weight of a heavy knee on the back of his neck. It held him firmly in place while he watched his captor grab one of the rolls of duct tape that was left on top of the explosives crate. Alex’s captor quickly and thoroughly taped up his wrists behind his back, and to fuck him over even more, fully taped up his hands and fingers so that they were completely useless.

When his captor was satisfied, he got off of Alex, only to then lift him to his knees and start wrapping tape around Alex’s chest and arms.

Alex was a buff dude. His chest was nicely built, and his pecs bulged out over the tight tape. It was easy to see his nips with how his sweaty t-shirt clung to his chest.

Alex thought about yelling for help but he was in the far back of the storage room, which was also fairly far from the main building. He also didn’t want to risk another smack to the head. It was still pounding with pain.

The man in the camo mask finished wrapping Alex’s chest, and then checked over all his bindings to make sure they were secure.

Alex flexed and wiggled slightly in the tape bindings but there was too much wrapped; he wasn’t going anywhere.

After the camo masked captor solidly taped Alex’s combat boots together, he heard the industrial grade duct tape unwinding one last time.

His captor pulled his chin up from behind him, and then firmly plastered the extra strong tape right over Alex’s mouth. His lips immediately felt glued together, and the heavy chemical scent of the duct tape filled his nose. The masked man pressed his hand down over Alex’s mouth and smoothed the tape out, ensuring a good seal. Then he began unwinding and wrapping the tape around Alex’s mouth. He had to pull hard because of the strength and stickiness of the tape.

One solid wrap around was applied and Alex could already tell his fellow Marines were never going to hear him. He couldn’t even move his lips apart. His captor kept wrapping, and Alex’s mmmppphhhs disappeared under the thick layers, until there was at least 8 wraps around.

When the masked man was satisfied with the Marine’s thick and tight tape gag, he tore off one more strip and smoothed it over Alex’s eyes.

He grunted, but he was totally fucked. The masked man kicked Alex to the ground. He landed with a thud and then laid there in the darkness, helpless and struggling.