 I received
an e-mail from a local abductor "Young Jock" in
Redlands (a neighboring community) instructing me to ride
to his place on my motorcycle. So I suited up in my vinyl
gear with my leathers on over that. When I arrived, my
hard-on was bulging just at the thought of what was to
come. When I entered, I was already sweating from the
heat and sweat of the vinyl suit, so I kept it on for
the erotic sensation.
 He ordered me to stand there as
he pulled out two rolls of plastic wrap. He started
at my feet and slowly began wrapping me. Layer by layer,
he began mummifying me in the plastic wrap. The only
hole was for my cock which was sticking straight out at
this point! Legs, arms, chest, neck, then my head...Slowly,
every inch of me was sealed in the plastic wrap with
only a breathing hole for my nose. Then I heard the sound
of the duct tape behind me. He started at my feet and
began encasing me in permanent bondage. I was entombed
under his control. Plastic wrap, a guy could get out of.
Duct tape, you don't stand a chance.
Inch by inch, I was
being cacooned in silver tape. Legs, arms, chest, neck,
then my head. Up till now, I can see what he's doing.
Slowly, he started wrapping my head in the tape. The
very last piece went across my eyes. At that moment, I
lost the only other sense I had left. Unable to move,
see, or struggle, he layed me down on the floor. With
a simple 3" piece
of duct tape, he covered my only source for air, the
tiny hole for my nose.
  The only air left came from any tiny crevice within the
cacoon. I could feel my encasement draw tight against
my body with every struggle for air. He taunted me for
a few minutes, then gave me the air I needed. I was sweating
profusely. My body heat building in this vinyl and duct-tape
oven. He stepped away and came back with a military sleeping
bag. He then slipped my bound body inside the mummy sleeping
bag and zipped it up tight, pulling the hood over my head.
With one strap at a time, he cinched me in even tighter.
First, a cinched belt tightly wrapped around my ankles,
pulling against the thick sleeping bag. Then my knees,
waist, hands, and chest. Under all these layers of encasement,
I felt these straps ensuring my fate to his whim.
After all this was done, he slipped a gas mask on me
and began taking PICTURES. Slowly, he started teasing
my cock, stroking it a bit, and stopping; bringing me
close to cumming, and then stopping again. After a thorough
workout, he finally sealed off the intake on my gas mask.
 After a long time of arousal and stimulation, I was ready
to cum and he knew it. With PERFECT timing, I exploded
in a fountain of pleasure as I neared the last possible
moment for loss of air.
I have to tell you guys, "Young Jock" is
an absolute master with the plastic wrap and duct tape.
I've been mummified before, but he's very very attentive
to how he does it. He's always thinking of how to mummify
you with the thought of how it must feel for you inside.
With each length of tape, you can feel the knowledge.
I trust him completely with breath control and if any
of you want to chat with him, he would welcome any e-mails!
I posted this with his approval. The rest is up to you!
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