Boxed In (Patreon)

The hand came from no where. Someone must have followed me into the parking lot. I could see my car just a few cars away from me. Somehow I was more surprised than scared when I inhaled the fumes from the rag. By the time I realized what was happening, that I should thrash and scream the parking lot was already fading away into darkness.

I woke up in darkness as well, though it was hard on the brain to sort out all the senses. Slowly I realized I was positioned on all four, fixed in place. My hands were secured around the wrists. I could move my fingers, but couldn't touch anything. My head wasn't as free, mainly because of the gag in my mouth that appeared to be rigidly secured to something. For the rest of the body I had no idea. I wasn't naked, but unsure how I was dressed. I couldn't feel much of any restraints, but I couldn't move either. And there was definitely something up my ass.

Slowly, slowly the morning sun started to filter in and light the wooden crate outside the hole on my box. The light bouncing in through the hole didn't help me clarify my situation in any way. The hole was too close to my eyes. I wasn't thirsty, I didn't need to pee, but for some reason I felt really, really horny. It was many hours until I started hearing muffled sounds. I tried to make some myself, but only managed a meek hum. It wasn't until my box shock from being picked up by a fork lift I had assumed was in the distance I realized I was wearing some sort of ear protection keeping the sounds of the surrounding from me.

As the fork lift drove around I could see row after row of industrial shelves passing by until everything turned grey and then dark. I was inside a trailer. The twists and turns and starts and stops soon gave way to a steady hum of vibrations, occasionally interrupted by a stop. I'm confident I didn't track them all, because at least at one point I fell asleep and woke up as the vehicle resumed driving. It did at least two stops where the trailer was opened and something unloaded until it came to the place where my box was unloaded.

I could feel the vibrations from one of those manual fork lift things being inserted and my box raised with a few pumps. Then rolled out unto the lip of the trailer and lowered to the ground. I could see crates and building materials passing by until I was lowered to the ground in front of some fiberboards. Then nothing for minutes.

A loud bang on the crate that I more felt than heard jolted me into attention. I could see men outside the box curiously looking at it. Men with hard hats, toolbelts, and nothing in between except muscled bodies gleaming in sweat.