Penultimate chapter my friends, our poor little sub finally gets to experience a nice cozy sleeping bag. Kept the mummification sort of tame for this one, afte rall have to give you all something to look forward to in the eventual sequel
Part 11
Nearly Two Hours Later
Eric had spent the last couple of hours alternating torments for his poor captive. He bounced between floggings with the plastic bag , but at times resumed the cycle of breathplay and smothering with the foul shoe. John for his part was beyond overwhelmed now and felt on the verge of passing out from sheer exhaustion. Fortunately for him, Eric seemed to be tiring out as well. The young man was about to discover though that bed time did not mean the torments would be ending.
“Alright boi I think I’m finally tired out, time to get you bundled up for bed.”
John gave a weak grunt that had a clear air of confusion to it. He was already shoved into a fat down suit and heavily bound, how exactly was Eric going to bundle him up more than this? The beastly man had disappeared into the shadows at this point though, leaving John’s mind to once again wander through various horrible possibilities. The loud swishing of nylon echoed through the basement as Eric moved around out of sight, John didn’t think he would ever be able to hear the sound of nylon without having a panic attack again.
The young man did not have to wait long this time, and his eyes practically bulged out of his head when he saw what Eric had in mind. The man had reappeared carrying an absolutely monstrous sleeping bag. The mass of shiny black nylon was unbelievably puffy, John had never seen anything like it. It made the puffy down suit he was currently wearing practically look like a windbreaker in comparison. John did not realize sleeping bags even came that thick, it looked so massively insulated that it seemed as though you’d be hot even if you were lying at the South Pole in it. The young man couldn’t fathom spending anytime in the massive sack, much less a whole night.
“Ah you like this bad boy do ya? Yea I bought one of the puffiest bags they make and then I sent it off to have it overfilled with even more insulation. Many a foolish gag boi has spent their nights as my guest boiling in this monster, and now it’s your turn little man. Frankly you should feel lucky, a lot of subs talk a big game about how desperate they are to be wrapped up in this bad boy.”
John frantically shook his head no, the last thing he wanted was to be shoved into that beast. Eric tossed the bag onto the floor next to his already heavily bound captive and began slowly unzipping the bag, relishing in seeing John’s clear panic over his bed for the night. Once the bag was unzipped it sat there ominously waiting to gobble up its soon-to-be occupant. Eric disappeared for a moment, but quickly returned carrying an armful of ratchet straps.
“You seem upset boi.”
John frantically shook his head yes, naively hoping that maybe Eric was showing him some true concern upon seeing how panicked he was. That foolish hope was quickly crushed with more cruelty.
“Ah I get it you are sad it’s going to be hours before you see me again. Worried you are going to get bored with only that sock to sniff? Ok boi I can hook ya up for the night.”
John gave a frustrated scream into his gag. Eric gave a chuckle as the young man’s attempt at crying out as loud as possible had come out as a weak little whimper thanks to the fat gag. John found it maddening, much like the rest of his torment John had not grown used to sucking on Eric’s laundry or having his ability to talk robbed from him.
Eric grabbed a roll of duct tape and, much to John’s primal terror, the putrid shoe. John frantically blubbered into his gag, but was helpless to stop the inevitable as Eric straddled him, pinning the terrified man in place.
“Oh yea gonna let you enjoy this bad boi all night. It has a jockstrap cousin of similar age and use, but I’ll introduce you to him tomorrow.”
John stifled back tears as the shoe was rammed into the opening of the hood. Eric then tightened the hood as far as it would go then tied off the drawstrings of it. The cruel jock then took the duct tape and began wrapping it around the shoe and John’s hooded head. The tight passes of duct tape pressed the shoe even tighter into the young man’s face. John could still get plenty of air, but it was heavy with the stench of the shoe. Even worse, with the hood drawn tight every ounce of air John got went through the shoe, concentrating the odor even more than it had been when Eric merely was pressing it into his face earlier. The hood robbed John of all eyesight, which served to intensify his other senses. Considering the unpleasant tastes, smells, and sensations his body was suffering though, this was an exceptionally bad thing for the young man.
As John struggled to adapt to his new situation, Eric grabbed a hold of his heavily bound captive and placed him on the awaiting bag. He immediately began to zip the monster sack closed. While John could not see what was happening, he could feel the comically massive loft of the bag squeezing his legs as the sleeping bag was being zipped up around him. The tight hug-like sensation of the bag closing proceeded up the bag until Eric had zipped it all the way closed.
“Now boi just to make you nice and secure I’m going to put a little timer lock on the zippers. Its set to unlock in 8 hours, which means no one, not even me will be getting you out of this bad boy until then.”
As promised Eric threaded the large padlock through the two zippers and locked it closed. John felt like he was going to hyperventilate when he heard the loud click of the lock snap shut. He knew there was absolutely no hope of escaping this boiling agony until morning, and even then he knew nothing good awaited him once Eric saw fit to free him from the shiny nylon prison in which he was now encased.
Once John was fully zipped into the massive black sleeping bag Eric grabbed its monster hood and pulled it over the top of the puffy yellow hood of the down suit. The sadistic behemoth then pulled the drawstrings tight and stepped back to admire for a moment. Nothing of poor John could be seen, the shiny black sack encased him completely and the strained old shoe occupied the one area not covered by a sleeping bag.
“You look pretty cute like that boi, I’ll send you some of the pictures later.”
Inside the boiling prison John couldn’t even hear exactly what Eric had said. The sheer insulated mass of the two hoods surrounding his head blocked out most sound so his captor’s words were heavily muffled. Even the slightest movements caused the nylon of the bag and suit to loudly swish, blocking out what little sound he could hear.
Eric grabbed one of the yellow ratchet straps and looped it around John’s ankles. He then began tightening it, the ratcheting function of the strap meant he could tighten the straps exceptionally tight. By the time he finished the yellow band had practically vanished into the shiny black baffle of the bag, leaving behind a practical canyon of nylon. He soon repeated this with another strap, then another. Eventually John’s puffy prison was being hugged by eleven of the straps. The black nylon bulged out from between each of the straps, demonstrating just how tightly he had been lashed into the bag. John for his part was miserable, he had thought the leather straps Eric had bound him with earlier were tight, but the vicious embrace of the ratchet straps took tightness to a new horrifying level.
Finished at last binding his victim, Eric stood up then picked up the mummified young man. Even with the layers of bondage and nylon encasing John, Eric was still able to pick him up with a certain uncanny ease. Eric carted his prize over to a corner of the basement where a leather apparatus hung from the ceiling. He buckled the various straps of the device around John’s cocoon then pressed a button. The button activated a winch that pulled John into the air so that he was suspended vertically in the air, his feet hanging roughly a foot or so off the ground. John groaned, the harness distributed his weight rather evenly so unlike a lot of his bondage it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, but there was still something highly disconcerting about dangling in the air and spinning lazily.
“Get your rest boi, we have a fun weekend ahead of us and you are going to need your energy. Tonight was just an appetizer.”
Eric had leaned in close and raised his voice, so even through the thick hoods John had heard the threat loud and clear. He whimpered pathetically and weakly squirmed which merely caused him to spin in the air a little faster. The young man knew there was no escaping his fate or this weekend from hell.