Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2008 14:42:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: George U <my88reliant@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boxed and Shipped Chapter 2

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


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. . .