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I want to give credit for the idea for this story to Stephen. He wrote me thanking me for the first chapter and said that I could use his idea if I wanted.
Also, if anyone has pictures for guys in boxes, any type of boxes, I am still looking for them. Want ideas to build my own box someday. Thanks
It had been almost a month since Larry had boxed me up and shipped me. My cock still jumps to attention when I play back that day in my mind. Larry had asked me to keep this upcoming Saturday afternoon free as we were going to play a different version of being shipped. Not in a box this time though. Hmm, what can this mean, not in a box? I didn't think it would be as hot this time then.
Larry told me that I should meet as his place. When I got there, the big door to Larry's garage was open. There in the stall was a flatbed truck. Like the next size up from a pickup. Usually used by lumberyards to make deliveries. Larry said that this is what he was going to use to "ship" me around this afternoon. Huh?
He closed the big door and told me to strip. I took of what little clothes I had. Then he handed me a butt plug. It wasn't very fat, but it was at least 6" long. Said there was lube over on the workbench and to put the plug in. I lubed up the plug and bent over, working it into my ass. Good thing I cleaned myself out in anticipation. I pushed and it opened up my hole. I groaned out as it stretched me. I didn't think it was that thick, but it had been a bit since anything had been up there. Then it popped in and my ass lips clamped down on it. As I stood, I felt it inside me, pressing gently against my "go" button.
I walked over to the truck, savoring the wonderful feel of the plug working inside my ass. Larry handed me some leather wrist and ankle cuffs and told me to put them on. This was getting very intriguing. What does he have in mind? Larry moved a step stool over and told me to climb up on the flatbed. I noticed that he had strapped what appeared to be a futon mattress to the center of the bed. He told me to get up there and lie down in the center of the blanket on my back, feet facing the cab. There was a pillow for my head stapled down as well. My 6 foot frame fit the mattress perfectly.
Larry then looped a rope through one of the rings on my wrist cuff and tied one end to a ring on the edge of the truck bed and wound the other end through a winch at the corner of the bed. He did the same thing for the other wrist and then both ankles. Then he went around tightening each winch down. He did a little at each time, slowly stretching me into a spread eagle. Lying there on my back, I could feel the plug being pushed into me. My cock was at half-mast, already starting to drool in anticipation of what might cum.
I told Larry that I didn't think we would get away with me being naked here on the flatbed out in public. Or at least not for very long before we are picked up. Larry said that he was going to cover me with one of those cheap blue tarps you could get at Lowes. So I would be out of prying eyes, but I would know that there is only that thin sheet of plastic between the world and me. I have to admit, at this point, I was rather apprehensive about this. A little late now, as I was strapped down, but my cock was now almost standing straight up it was so hard, so I must be enjoying the situation.
Larry went around the truck checking the ropes and my cuffs. Asked me if I was OK. Nothing pulling out of whack? I said that I was fine with the way I was strapped down. I asked if I was going to be gagged, and Larry said that he wasn't going to do that. The window on the back of the truck opened so he wanted to be able to talk to me. And this way, if I felt anything was wrong, I could shout out to Larry.
Larry then went over to his workbench and rummaged around a bit. Came back and climbed up on the bed. He took a leather lace and reached down and grabbed my cock and balls. He wrapped the lace tightly around my package several times and tied it off. Said it would create a nice bulge under the tarp and keep me horny. Then showed me two locking clamps. Heavy metal ones, not the plastic kind. These were from his toolbox, not regular toys. He smiled and then grabbed my left nip and put the clamp on. OUCH! He then put he other clamp on the other nip. OH! I squirmed around. Larry gave each clamp an extra twist, digging the clamps into my nips. Larry said that weight of the clamps would bounce around as he drove, giving me a nice workout. And when he hit a bump, the plug in my ass would move too, giving me a nice jolt.
Larry then went and brought the tarp. It was one of those cheapie ones. As he unfurled it and threw it over me, I saw with a shock, there were worn holes here and there! I pointed this out to Larry, but he only laughed. Said that there were very small and weren't anyplace that unmentionable body parts would show. What have I gotten myself into? Larry pulled the tarp tight. If anyone looked closely at the tarp, I would swear they would be able to figure out the lumps were clamps on my nips, that bulge was my cock and balls and there would be my face. And if they looked closely, they would be able to see skin through the tarp. But no one would know what was under it, would they? My cock throbbed even harder. My bulge had surely must be noticeable under the tarp. Pulsing like that.
Larry opened the big door and started up the truck. The rumble in my back felt soothing. Then we started to move. Suddenly, I could tell we were in the sun. It was bright blue under the tarp. I could hear EVERYTHING. Very unnerving. My cock shrank a bit at this, but once Larry hit the bump at the end of the driveway, the plug in my ass throbbed and my cock jumped back to life. The movement of the truck also moved the tarp around a bit on my body. Sort of a soothing caress. And the tarp was heating up with the sun. I never realized when sitting in the seat of a vehicle, how bumpy the street could be. But laying on the flatbed, without the seat cushion, it was bumpy. They weren't big bumps, just little rattles, jars, etc. The plug in my ass would jolt up against my "go" button and my cock would throb. And the motion of the truck also made my cock bounce around under the tarp, rubbing against it. Turning me on more. And the heavy clamps on my nips jiggled with every movement, pulling off to the sides of my body with their weight, sending shocks directly to my brain and cock. This was going to be some ride.
At a stop, I could hear vehicles around me, people talking, radios playing. Larry asked one time if I was OK. Since we were stopped, I was able to talk without grunting. I was getting worried that sometimes I grunted out too loudly with the pleasure I would get over a particularly good bump. I didn't want to scare anyone beside the truck.
Larry made another stop and I heard the engine shut off. We must have been on a busy street as I could hear pedestrians walking by the truck. VERY close. I could hear their conversations. Larry checked the tarp, checked my ropes and quietly asked me how I was doing so far. I told him that this was the hottest thing so far that we have done. To be naked and tied down, right out here in public with only the tarp to protect me from being seen.
Larry gave my leg a pat and said this was what he wanted for me. I felt him climb into the truck again, but we didn't start up. We must have sat there for at least 15 minutes. My cock pulsing against the tarp. Hearing those pedestrians walking right by, not knowing I was under the tarp. Then we were off again.
Soon I could tell we were leaving the city center. By now my cock had drooled all over me. I was dripping in precum. My thighs were wet. The tarp was sticking to the precum. My nips were on fire. My ass was clenching and I was twisting, trying to get the plug to hit my prostate better. I was so horny I was groaning almost non-stop now. If anyone heard me, they would think something was wrong with the backend of the truck. It was all I could do not do give a yelp at a good pothole.
Then I felt the truck enter a gravel road. This really set up vibrations in my ass! It was a constant rumble now on the plug. Like a vibrator. Now I just let go and wailed. It was soooooo gooooood. My nips now were past the pain and were like electric points of pleasure. They giggled, pulled and bounced. I was in heaven. Keep this up! It felt like Larry was trying to hit every pothole. The plug would jam up against my "go" button. I was humping the tarp as best as I could. I wanted to cum so badly. I was climbing that hill ever so slowly. When I came, I knew I would blast off!
Suddenly the tarp flew off! I was out in the open! The shock of suddenly being exposed was like a splash of ice water on me. I suddenly calmed down. I looked around in panic, thinking of being exposed like this out here. But I could see we were in the country. I looked up and Larry was smiling down at me. Laughing. Larry was holding the end of the rope he had used to tie down the tarp! I could hear it flapping behind us as he drove. He let it go on purpose!
My arousal level started to grow again. Being out in the sun, naked, in the open, being driven crazy by the jiggle of the road and then the potholes and bumps. It didn't take long before I once again was wailing out loud. I wanted to cum so badly.
I wasn't paying attention, but suddenly I heard a siren! Oh shit! Larry pulled over and stopped the truck. I could hear another vehicle behind us. I saw we were in a sheltered area. Obviously way out in the hicks by now. How long had we been driving? I had lost all track of time, I was so delirious. My cock shrank thinking of being found like this.
I heard a car door slam and then a deep voice. What the FUCK! I twisted and turned, but I couldn't see the speaker. The person behind us ordered Larry to step out of the truck with his hands visible. When Larry opened the door and stepped down, the man came up beside me. I could see it was a sheriff. Buzz cut blond hair, mirrored glasses. Barrel chest. At least six feet tall. Someone you don't mess with.
He turned to me and asked me if I was OK. I stammered out I was OK. The sheriff turned to Larry and asked what was going on here? Kidnapping?
I couldn't see Larry now, but I heard him start to speak. He said that this was a consensual, kinky sex thing. Not a kidnapping. The sheriff snorted, what did he think he was? Some sort of hick from the backwoods? Here I am tied up on the back of the truck. And naked!
I was worried that this would get out of hand so I spoke up. I told the officer that yes, it was consensual. I liked being tied up. I said to look at my cock. By now it had started to rise again.
I could see the sheriff starting to switch gears. Really? He asked Larry what he got out of tying me up. Larry said that when we would finally stop, he was going to fuck me until I couldn't walk for a week. I could see a smile starting to grow. Wish I could see his crotch. Bet something was growing down there as well.
I ask the sheriff if he is going to arrest Larry? Or both of us? I know sir I am naked in public, but no one saw us. And this was how I got my kicks.
The sheriff just stood there. I couldn't tell by looking at his face what he was thinking.
Larry then asked if there was anything we could do to help this situation go away?
The sheriff then smiled. He said he knew of a way to make this all go away. I saw the gleam behind the mirrored shades and my cock lurched. The sheriff saw that and laughed. He told Larry to get back in the truck. Drive down the road about a mile. There was an abandoned farm on the right. Turn in there. Drive into the yard. Trees surrounded it. Nice and private like.
Larry climbed back into the truck and off we went. Larry still tried to hit every pothole, sending the jolts back up my ass! What an afternoon this turned out to be!
We pulled up into the yard and Larry stopped the truck. The sheriff was right. Very secluded. Quiet. Larry climbed out of the truck. The sheriff's car pulled in and he parked. He climbed out, tossed his sunglasses into the car and came up to the truck. He asked if we were both serious about doing something to make this go away. Both Larry and I responded at the same time. YES!
With that, the sheriff started unbuttoning his shirt. I wasn't disappointed with what appeared. Nice blond fuzzy chest that was well defined. Then he peeled it off. Nice tan. Bullet pointed nips. He obviously worked out at the gym.
Then I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. But I couldn't see as the truck bed was in the way. He bent down and I heard rustling. Then he jumped up on the truck bed like it was just a step. I gasped. What a wonderful specimen he was. He still had his boots on. That sure turns me on! Nice abs, that fuzzy chest hair tapered into a pleasure trail pointing to his crotch. And hanging between his legs was a nice, slowly inflating, thick 7incher! He came around to my head. He placed his feet on either side of my head. I had a wonderful view looking up at him. He slowly squatted down and my mouth automatically opened. He dropped his balls into my waiting mouth.
I groaned. What a wonderful taste. And his manly smell. I licked and worked at his balls. Then he pointed his cock at my mouth and I took the head in. SIGH. What a wonderful taste. His precum was just wonderful. He reached down to steady himself by placing his hands on my chest. His hands moved to the clamps and released both of them at the same time.
I almost screamed with the pain. They had been clamped so long, now the blood rushed back into them. But I couldn't scream as when I opened my mouth wide, he shoved his cock in deep. His balls squashed against my nose. I hadn't taken a deep breath and soon I was struggling. He laughed. He said he liked how my throat was working his cock head. But he let up. I gasped. He thrust a few more times into my throat. Then he pulled out. He said he wanted some of my ass. He stood up. I groaned. He was pulling that wonderful cock away from me!
The sheriff walked to the front of the truck bed. He turned to Larry, who was still on the ground, and told him to unhook the ropes from the truck bed for my legs. As Larry loosened them, I moved my legs around, trying to get some feeling back into them. Then the sheriff told Larry to drag both ropes to the end of the bed and hook them to the empty winches at the end. I saw what was on his mind.
Larry dragged both ropes to the end and hooked them to the winches. Then the sheriff told Larry to wind them up. As Larry cranked the winches, since I knew what the end result was to be, I lifted my legs so they were over my head. Larry kept tightening them down until I was bent double. My ass in the air for the taking. My hole exposed since my legs were now spread wide open. I was folded in half, with my knees by my ears, my asshole pointing to the sky.
My ass hole was working the plug. This position had moved it around so that it was poking me, sending jolts as I moved. The sheriff knelt down and he grasped the plug. Gave it a sharp tug and IT WAS OUT! My hole winked at the cool air. Then he shoved it back in again. WHAM! OH! Then he pulled it out. Not as forcefully, but still a good yank. He did this several times. I was grunting with each yank. I was sweating now. I told him if he kept at it, I was going to cum. And I didn't want to do that just yet.
He laughed. Tossed it aside. Asked Larry if he had any lube with him and I think Larry must have been expecting that question, as he tossed up a tube. The sheriff squirted a glob into his hand and proceeded to lube up his cock. I groaned as I watched. It was standing proud from his fuzzy crotch. The veins throbbing. I was in for a treat.
Then the sheriff just held himself there. Staring into my eyes. His cock twitching in the sunlight. It gleamed/glistened in the sun with the lube slathered all over it. My ass hole winking at him. I wanted him. I needed him by now. I know it wasn't that long, but felt like hours. Finally I started to beg. Please fuck me. Please. I need something in that hole.
The sheriff smirked and said that was what he wanted. Someone begging for him to fuck them. I told him to get on with it then! And he did. He leaned forward. He didn't even have to guide his cock to me. It just homed in on my hole. And I was so open, he just "fell" right in to the hilt. The sheriff sort of just fell forward and used me as the cushion. It forced the breath right out of me. WONDERFUL. It filled me just right. So much better than the plug. A nice warm, hard cock to fill my hole.
And he started right up with a good solid fuck. No gentle teaser strokes to start with, just a good hard slam approach. He laid his fuzzy chest on my legs and just bucked those hips. Slam slam slam. He was rocking the truck. And every thrust, he mashed my cock and balls between us. He just kept going. Those trips to the gym were paying off. He wasn't slowing in his thrusts.
Over and over. He was pounding into me. He didn't seem to be slowing down. He wasn't even breathing hard. He at least was sweating. It was soaking his fuzzy chest. When he would bottom out, some would shake off onto me. It was such a turn on. And I was sweating. I was just lying there, trapped, but I was getting a workout. The sheriff had at first started his fuck by staring into my eyes. Grinning. But now he had his head back, eyes close and I could see his jaw clenched. He was panting. Groaning now. In and out. In and out. Slamming into me over and over.
Suddenly, Larry was standing over me. Naked. He was pumping his cock. It was dripping pre cum. He was grinning down at me. Having a good time are we? I grunted back that I couldn't think of a better way to spend the afternoon. Larry kneeled down and said he just had to have his cock sucked. At this, the sheriff opened his eyes and saw that Larry wanted to maneuver his way in. He stopped fucking me. I groaned. Keep at it I shouted! The sheriff sort of shuffled his legs until he was squatting beside my upturned ass. His legs splayed out on either side of me. Never did his cock leave my hole though. Now he started to fuck me in a gentler manner compared to before. Still forceful though. He was doing deep knee bends into my ass hole. He grunted with each shove. When he had changed positions, he no longer was mashing my cock and balls, but now his cock was hitting my prostate with each thrust. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Larry leaned over and I greedily sucked his cock in. Larry pushed until his balls were on my nose. Then he slowly started to face fuck me. Getting skewered from both ends. Out in the sun. This was what I liked! Larry had to steady himself and he placed his hands on my chest. After several strokes, both Larry and the sheriff had a rhythm down. Both in at the same time both pulling out at the same time.
Larry grabbed my nips. It was like they had been hit with a needle. Lots of little needles. They were still sore from the clamps. Larry started to twist. Right then I lost it. I was already at the brink, actually, had been all afternoon, and I started to shoot. The way they were fucking me, I was bouncing all over. My shot first hit Larry, then the next volley hit the sheriff. My ass clamped down on the cock in my ass and it sent the sheriff over the edge too. He shoved himself in deep and shouted out he was cumming. I felt gallons shoot into me. I clamped down on this cock. His gun was sure loaded! This made Larry loose it too and he shoved his cock deep into my throat. I felt him shoot about 5 shots and then he pulled out and spent the rest on my face.
Both of them sort of collapsed back onto the truck bed. I was slowly cummng down myself. As I said. I was tied up and didn't really move, but the fuck sure took it out of me. All three of us panting like dogs.
When Larry finally caught his breath, he sat up and looked at me. He smiled. I want you to meet Ross. Huh? Ross sat up and sheepishly smiled at me. He said that he was glad to meet me. I looked from Larry to Ross. Confused. Ross said that he really wasn't a sheriff. He was a "rent a cop". Larry has asked him to "play along" and he would be well rewarded.
I said he sure did get rewarded. I said that I would love someday to have another session with him. What stamina. Then I asked Larry if he could please unhook me? I was getting rather uncomfortable.
As Larry unhooked me, Ross jumped down and slid his trousers back on. I was pleased to see he wasn't wearing underwear. Then he walked back to his car and left. Larry said that I was going to have to ride back to town naked, as he didn't have any clothes for me. I said it was OK. The truck was high enough up so I would only be seen from the waist up.
What an afternoon. . .