Colonel Strong All Packed and Ready to Go

Colonel Strong had just spent a very strange couple of hours. First, the two guys who had surprised him in his hotel room in the middle of the night had had their way with him which, strangely enough, had not involved buggering him. They had fondled his bound and gagged naked body, they had licked him all over which, Colonel Strong had to admit, wasn't so bad. In fact, when they had licked his cock and balls, it had given him a hard on, and the two guys had taken turns sucking him off until he had come in the bald guy's mouth. The guy had sucked off all the cum. Then his mate had sucked him off and then he had sucked his mate, all in full view of the colonel, who lay bound hand and foot on the bed. Then the queerest thing had happened - watching those two f-gg-ts having it off with each other had given him another hard on and as soon as they were finished pleasuring one another, the slim guy had given him a blow job again while his bald mate was licking the colonel's asshole. At first, Colonel Strong had felt uneasy about that, as he thought he was being prepared for taking it up the arse, but as nothing of the sort seemed about to happen, he had relaxed and enjoyed the novel sensation of being pleasured at both ends. And he had come again.

That had left him completely whacked. He vaguely registered the two men getting dressed then calling somebody on a cell phone. Minutes later, there was a knock on the door and a big guy had come in, pushing a big crate on a hand truck. What were they planning? During his "ordeal", Colonel Strong had hoped the guys would leave after they were done, probably leaving him tied up naked on his bed to be found by the hotel staff, which would have been embarrassing enough, but couldn't be helped. But it seemed the guys were not only after sex. Were they planning to rob him? Surely, he didn't have enough stuff to fill this big crate?

Then the guys, with the help of the new arrival, had started tying him up again, this time with his hands in front of him, and had forced him to sit in the crate, which was about big enough for the colonel's big hulk of a body. The retired military man hadn't been able to resist. He wasn't as… strong as he used to be in his prime, plus the whole thing of being woken up in the middle of the night, tied up and blown off twice had left him pretty tired. Also, the third guy was a heap of muscles, and there was no resisting him. After the colonel had been forcibly sat in the crate, he had been tied some more, then his mouth had been covered with several turns of masking tape, and finally, the tape had been used to blindfold him. He could feel big blocks of foam being put on his sides and under his legs, while he heard preparations being made - obviously, his kidnappers were taking all his bags and stuff. It was when he thought of that that Colonel Strong realized what was happening - he was being kidnapped. And in a darn humiliating manner, too. They were packing him in a crate like he was a piece of furniture to be taken somewhere. How dare they do that to him? He was furious. And he could do nothing about it, trussed up that he was like some big sausage!

Suddenly, Colonel Strong heard the sound of the front of the crate being slid down. He could feel the rough surface of the wood against his toes. Then he felt another big block of foam put in front of him.  He could literally not move an inch. Then he heard the top of the crate being put in place and somebody hammering some nails in, obviously using something to soften the sound of the hammer. It was quickly done. 

Colonel Strong started to panic. During his career in the military, he had been in some pretty pickles, but never anything that bad. He felt the crate being moved up on one side so as to slide the hand truck under it and the next moment, away they were going. That foam wasn't so bad, after all, as it prevented the bundled captive to be thrown about the inside of the crate as it moved along the corridor, then inside what he guessed must be the hotel lift. Then he guessed, again, what must be happening - the crate was being put inside some vehicle. What the h--- was wrong with the hotel staff? Why wasn't anybody stopping those guys? Surely having a truck come for a crate in the middle of the night was not business as usual? But then... But then who said it was still the middle of the night? Colonel Strong had no idea at what time he had been assaulted, nor how long exactly his "ordeal" had lasted. It could be early morning. And his hotel room he had paid for in advance, and today was the day he was supposed to leave for that beach resort on the coast. The people at the hotel might just think he'd changed his plans and left earlier. And since his kidnappers had taken his cell phone, it would be simple for them to cancel the beach resort. The colonel was a widower, he had never had children. Nobody was waiting for him to get in touch. Nobody would notice he was missing for days. As the vehicle he had been loaded in started, a thousand thoughts raced through Colonel Strong's mind. What did those guys want with him? Was he being kidnapped for ransom? Was he being taken as a hostage? He had never felt so helpless in his whole life.