Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2009 15:17:18 -0800 (PST)
From: George U <my88reliant@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 11 of Boxed and Shipped

The story has been written for entertainment purposes for consenting adults
only. It contains escapades of male on male sex.  If you are not of legal
age or if you consider this type of writing to be morally offensive, then
do not read the following story. It is your own responsibility to adhere to
these terms. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to
the author at: my88reliant@yahoo.com

This story idea was submitted by Andrew E. It was submitted with great
detail, so all I had to do was just add a couple of changes and
embellishments here and there. Thank you Andrew E!

I had the weekend off. Didn't know what I was going to do. It had been a
couple of weeks now since I had been locked up in the seedpod. I was taking
advantage of my cock and balls being free. Shaved them nice and smooth the
first day out. I had missed that. But then I couldn't see or feel them
anyway, so what did it matter when I was locked up? I was jackin' off at
least once a day, nice to have that pleasure back again.

Larry called me and asked me if I would like to be shipped again - a stupid
question. We arranged for Larry to pick me up at my apartment. Larry pulls
up in his truck. As usual, I am just wearing my sneakers, running shorts
and a T-shirt. I hop up into the truck and try to make some small talk with
Larry, but he doesn't say much. We pull up in front of Larry's place. There
is a U-Haul box van backed up to his big shop bay.

We go into the garage and Larry tells me to strip. This is one reason that
I have started dressing lightly when I am going to do something with
Larry. Not much to take off. But there is a difference today, Larry gives
me a navy pair of old Speedos and tells me to put them on. Huh? They are a
tight fit as I squeeze into them, but otherwise comfortable. The liner has
been cut out of it. Makes my cock and balls stand out nicely. Just might
have to get a pair like this for the beach. Would turn some heads I would
think.

I am starting wonder what is going on. Larry opens the big door and then
Larry then pulls the roller door open on the back on the truck. Inside is
an ordinary reinforced-cardboard box on some sort of low cart. The box
matches my height perfectly. Larry opens the top of the box, then I notice
an immediate difference. At ankle level and neck level there appears to be
two shelves, the one at ankle height has two holes for legs and the one at
neck height has a hole for the neck and my hands. The holes have rubber
seals for a tight fit. I then also notice a rubber seal around the area
where the top of the box meets the main box area. What a weird box this
is. Sort of a cardboard version of the wooden stock box I was in before.

Larry has me carefully squeeze my legs, one at a time through the holes in
the bottom shelf. My feet are now in their own section. Sealed in. Then
Larry has me lay down and then closes up the neck brace. Now my head and
hands are secure in their own compartment too. The rubber seals are firm
against my neck, wrists and ankles. I have to crouch a little to fit inside
the box slightly forcing my knees to bend outwards a little, which also
keeps ass cheeks slightly apart. Larry then secures my knees to the box,
therefore keeping me spread open, locks my wrists and secures my chest to
the box. I am not going anywhere, although this is just a cardboard
box. Similar to the one that I was transported in before. If I really
struggled, I bet I could tear myself out of this box. Before he shuts the
top of the box, Larry also fits a ball gag to keep me quiet on whatever
journey am going to take.

Larry checks makes sure I am comfortable, well as comfortable as I can
be. But that's when things get a bit strange. Larry reaches forward and
pulls the Speedos down some. He then smears some really thick lube all over
my nips, cock, balls and between my ass cheeks, also does my arm
pits. Slathers it on. He then pulls the Speedos back up. Why would he lube
me up like this? And my pits too?  And so thick?

Then I can't see what Larry is doing, but I feel him attach something to
the front of my Speedo. Then he clicks a switch and as he lowers the top, I
can tell he is making sure the seal is working. Then I am in the
dark. Well, not too dark. I can see some air holes in the top of the
box. Then I hear Larry taping the box shut. Then the door closes and I hear
the truck start up. Now we go for a drive.

Then we stop. I hear a voice shout, "You can't park that truck here". I
hear Larry say that he is just stopping to unload something. I hear the big
door open. I hear the ramp being yanked out and set up. Then I am moving! I
go down the ramp. Larry explains that he is returning this item and is it
OK to leave it here while he moves the truck? The guy says sure.

Then I hear the truck drive away. I hear people walking by,
talking. Judging by the sounds, it seems that I am at Lowe's or Walmart or
some such place. At this point in my adventure today, I am fine, but just a
little disappointed that this doesn't seem as good or interesting as the
last few adventures.

Just as I am starting to wonder if maybe something has gone wrong, I hear a
small motor. I feel the front of my Speedo slowly pull away from my
crotch. Huh? Then I hear another small motor. But I don't feel anything
happening. It takes a bit and then I feel a small tickle on my thighs. Then
it gets stronger. Slowly it moves up my leg. Then into my crotch. OMG! They
must be ants! It wasn't lube that Larry put on me, it was honey!

Soon they are all over my crotch. I feel them working their way down my ass
crack. Suddenly I jump! They have found my ass lips. They are frantically
working on the honey. My cock has gotten hard from the slight tickle they
are causing me. My crotch is tingling. All those little feet running all
over me. Soon they have worked their way to my nips. Makes them harden and
point out. Giving them more area to torment. I am twisting around in the
box. Then they are in my arm pits. It TICKLES! It is all I can do to keep
quiet.

It must be a sight outside. I am trying not to twist against the millions
of little feet and mouths working at my pits, nips, cock, balls and ass
hole. They are trying to climb inside my cock head. OH! Oh!

Unknown to me, Larry is sitting in the truck parked just a couple of yards
away. He can see the box. It is gyrating all over. Some people stop to
watch. Looking around as if this might be a Candid Camera episode being
filmed. Larry had rigged the inside of the box with a small motor and winch
system to pull my Speedo away from my crotch so that the ants could gain
access. He also had some of those white LED lights inside to illuminate me
during my torment. And there were a couple of video cameras and a
transmitter so that Larry could watch me from the truck.

Larry had also attached a motorized box that had contained the small black
garden ants. They don't bite, they just rummage all over looking for
food. So they were perfect for this torment. Larry just had to hit his
remote control to open the door on the box. The cardboard box was sealed so
that the ants couldn't get to my face, so I wouldn't be bothered by them
getting into my nose and what not.

My cock was so hard. They were everywhere. I was trying to stay still and
quiet but it was so hard not to moan out loud or shake as they ran all over
my body. I could feel myself approaching the brink. I knew I was going to
shoot. And also then I knew that the ants were not going to stop their
foraging for the honey, so once I would cum, I would be in even more
torment. So I was also trying NOT to cum.

Then they managed to get down inside my piss slit. That did it! I groaned
once and started to shoot. My cum forced the couple of ants that were down
my piss slit out. So there was a little relief. I could feel my cum
splashing onto my chest. Now the REAL torment was going to start. I was
slowly cumming down from my orgasm and I was still hard. The torment was
worse, just as I figured.

Now it was more of a tickle. I wished that there was a bit more friction
here. PLEASE! My cock is still at full mast. For some reason, I wanted to
cum again. Usually I go soft after I cum. I was thrusting up into the air,
trying to get some friction against my cock.

Soon I can feel another orgasm approaching, but the tickling torment isn't
enough since this was the second time around. Then I feel the Speedos close
back up against my body. As I twist around, I can now rub my cockhead
against the material. I am now violently twisting in the box. Reckless I
know, but I want to cum so bad. I have one goal in mind and that is to CUM!
I disregard that I am in a public place and could get caught. Or cause a
disturbance. But in the back of my mind, this also adds to the scene and
turns me on even more.

My orgasm builds and THERE! I scream into my gag. This one is better than
the last one! I feel my cum soaking the Speedo. As I relax and slowly cum
down from my high, I feel the box moving. I hear Larry's voice outside
telling people that all is OK. I feel myself being rolled up the ramp into
the truck. Then secured and the door shuts. We drive away.

Now it really is worse now that I am no longer horny. My cock has gone soft
and the foreskin has pulled back over my cock head. It has trapped some
ants inside. They are squirming all around. A couple of ants have made
their way deep between my ass cheeks. I almost think there are a couple
that have gotten into my hole! Now that I am in the safety of the truck
box, I am groaning and crying out.

I am twisting violently all over in my attempt to shake these pesky little
critters off of me. I know that I can't do that, but I can't control
myself. I just want them off of me!

When we get back to his garage, Larry rolls me out onto the driveway. I
hear him ripping the tape off the box and suddenly I am blinded by the
sun. Larry says that he is going to get the hose and wash as many of them
off first. Suddenly I am hit by the cold water. What a shock. He fills the
sealed area and soon the ants are floating out. He then releases me, water
getting everywhere. But the ants are still in my Speedo and are just
driving me insane. As soon as I step out of the box, I don't even think. I
just strip the suit off me.

I am out in broad day light, now naked in front of Larry's garage, but I
don't' care. I tell Larry to aim the hose at my crotch and wash the rest of
them off me. I peel back my foreskin and rinse them off my cock head. I
bend over and let Larry wash my ass cheeks. I pry them apart and run my
fingers into my hole, trying to get every last ant out. Larry hands me a
large towel and I dry off.

What a ride that was! I smile at Larry and thank him. Larry hands me my
shorts and says he will take me home now so I can get cleaned up. Later, he
will get me the DVD of my antics he filmed. I am so exhausted from this
torment today, but I know that I will be back. . .