Wouldn’t you like that pig?” “Yes Alpha.” I replied as I’ve been instructed to reply regardless of my desire for such predicaments. I’ll keep you here for days just feeding your ass loads of cum. He held Himself there for a minute, firmly planted and stretching my hole. He greases my pucker and in mere seconds, His cock is hilt deep, balls squishing into the base of my ass crack with each thrust. He was benevolent enough to return my hearing just in time to note the sound of the lube bottle pop open. It helps alleviate the pressure on my lungs, but it also props my ass in the air. He places a couple of pillows under my abdomen to jack knife my pelvis. The pressure on my chest makes breathing a far more arduous task. That is, until I realize where the hole has been made. A whoosh of cool air flows from the opening, and I momentary believe I may be granted freedom. He leans me onto my side and I feel him tearing a hole in the plastic and tape armour. My body and mind have been managing the captivity, but I would happily accept release and secretly pray for it. Though I have achieved a stasis of comfort, the abrupt awakening into this environment is a shock. Is he coming for me at all…I’m cocooned and warm…and it matters less and less. Every so often I snap back to the reality of my predicament, then slowly drift away again. Vivid random images appear that have no context or no meaning. Just that I have to wait in the darkness and silence he has orchestrated.Įventually, I give in to the sensory deprivation, and drift off. Then I’d have some concept of time, how long I’ve been here, and when he might come for me. I desperately want to be able to sense his presence at the very least know what is going on around me. My only escape from this storage is through Him. He has left and taken my right to move, see, or hear with Him. He leaves the room, turns off the light, and closes the door. Sight, sound, and mobility deprived, I am reduced to thoughts, feelings, grunts, and groans. He slips the headphones over my shiny covered ears then finishes his work by stuffing a pecker gag in my mouth and strapping it tight. The last words I hear him say “hope you are nice an comfy…gonna be here a while”. I’m tightly encased in layers of pallet wrap and duct tape from head to toe. He flops me onto the bed and drags me into the centre of the mattress.
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