Mummifying Maniac

By Daniel Guy

So Gary was a bit of a wayward lad when he was young. He got in with a crowd who were into the fetish scene and it opened up a vast world for him to explore. He was a lustful youth with an active imagination. Some say that’s a dangerous combination but when you’re young you don’t give much of a damn.  Gary couldn’t wait to taste and to gorge himself on whatever was available.

By the age of twenty-five Gary had tried most things and has still kept his lean youthful looks, his sparkling dark eyes, his charm and his gorgeous grin.

Then one night he met some guy online who wanted to be mummified in cling film. Why not, he thought and the next thing he was in the guy’s front door. He was led into a front room filled with toys. There was hardly any space to play. The guy told him the wife was out at a club and the kids were asleep upstairs. A chair was jammed against the other door to stop them coming in.

It made Gary a little nervous but after a spliff and some poppers he was well away. He’d wrapped the guy completely head to foot with many layers of cling film till he was standing rigid, and then eased him gently down onto diagonally across the sofa.

As he was working the guy’s cock, the phone rang. The guy got agitated and said it was his wife and he had to answer it, so Gary pulled away the plastic around the guy’s head, picked up the phone and held it to his ear.

‘I’m fine, just watching a video… the kids are fine…all fast asleep….how’s the club -you still want me to pick you up at three?’  The guy tried to sound relaxed and casual, and as they chit-chatted on, Gary gazed over at the sideboard close by. He noticed a card with a photo of the guy and his wife and kids all round them all smiling. Inside the card the wife had written Happy Birthday and added ‘I love you even though I think you’re crazy sometimes.’

After she hung up, Gary carried on and sucked the guy off though without much enthusiasm. There was a bit of a panic after they’d finished because the guy couldn’t find the cap of the bottle of poppers, so they both searched among the piles of teddy bears piled up around the corners of the room till it was found.

Gary remembered the incident, not just because it made him laugh, but because it also gave him an idea, which many years later was still kicking around in his brain.

Someone, he decided, could have a lot of fun obliging all the men who wanted to be mummified to satisfy their particular sexual fantasy.  Their limbs could be wrapped tightly with layers of thick tape till they were made into rigid, solid mummies.  Their bodies could be contorted into all kinds of shapes, making them into frozen objects, human tables or four legged beasts.

He imagined what the papers might say. Serial Killer on the Loose: the Mummifier strikes again.  First a man is discovered by his wife, mummified and asphyxiated, with just his dripping cock exposed. Then an old woman, going into her church with fresh flowers for the altar, discovers the vicar embalmed in brown parcel tape, wrapped to a wooden cross.  Then three weeks later the fiend strikes again, when a well known pop star is found in his hotel room, crouching on his knees and elbows, completely mummified in shiny pink plastic pallet wrap with just his ass exposed and plugged with a thick black dildo.  It would be so easy.  

Years later, Gary waits for a guy called Rick, who he’s just made contact with on line, to come round to the flat.  Gary has slipped into his favourite black rubber suit and boots and is feeling horny.  His collection duct tape rolls and plastic wrap are all laid out neatly on the bedside table. He sits in the kitchen; smoking a spliff wondering if this guy will be as much fun as the last.

The bell rings. Gary opens the front door and is immediately disappointed. Rick looks a lot less attractive than his photo.  But Gary is hungry for it, so he ignores his gut reaction and lets the guy in. Unlike Gary, Rick is not a smiler and proves not to be much of a talker either. He’s wearing a lot of black leather and doesn’t even take off his gloves. He brings in a rucksack and fetches out his own thick black tape and a large sheet of thin clear plastic. 

Gary is told to strip and stand in the centre of the bedroom while Rick opens up the plastic sheet. Gary’s wrists are taped being his back. He’s covered with the plastic sheet.  Through the plastic he watches Rick pick up a roll of black tape and then start to unpeel it. Rick walks over and stands behind. Gary feels the tape first being wound around his forehead, down his face till he cannot see, then round and round down to his neck with only a thin gap left around his mouth.  Rick stops to push a thick, leathered finger though the plastic film, so Gary can breathe, then carries on wrapping the tape round tight. Separate strips are placed over Gary’s shoulders before the winding continues, this time with Rick walking round and round his captive, carefully ensuring that no part of Gary’s body is left unwrapped. Gary begins to wobble slightly as the tape is wrapped tight around his calves. The wrapping stops. Gary sees and hears nothing. He is embalmed, made rigid by the layers of tape, aware that only his erect and aching cock is exposed.  Not for long. He feels his cock being handled. Thin tape is wrapped tight around the base of his cock. His balls are stretched out wrapped separately and then more tape wound round to the tip of his cock.  It feels so good and Gary can barely contain himself. He waits, anxious not to lose balance and topple heavily and uncontrollably to the ground or worse, against the side of the bed.  He feels a hand bending him over, he feels his belly against a hard surface, which he guesses must be the bedside table. His chest is strapped tight to the table surface.  More tape is used to lift Gary’s head and secure it in an upright position. Gary guesses Rick needs to be able to have his cock sucked.  The slit around his mouth is made larger, so Gary can open his mouth wide enough to take it.  He’s face-fucked for several minutes. Rick’s cock is thick and unwashed. Gary struggles to writhe and twist, desperate for air, for the cock to pull out or to stop thrusting into the back of his throat so hard, but he cannot move an inch. His body, now hot and soaked with sweat, is bent over and stiff, stuck fast to the table. There is nothing he can do. He sucks as best he can.  The still-loaded cock is pulled out. Gary can hear Rick groaning, snorting poppers continuously and waits, gasping as he recovers his breath.  Suddenly there’s a painful thwack across the side of his buttock. Even the many layers of tape cannot stop it from stinging. Another thwack and then another.

Gary realises that his bedside table is the perfect height for being fucked as well. Sure enough, moments later he feels a cold steel object poke through into the crack between his buttocks.  It feels like a serrated flick knife.  Gary feels a rough leathery finger poking through and up into his arse. He clenches instinctively but in vain and then a moment later Rick’s cock begins to force its way inside him. Gary shouts and grunts, until the initial pain wears off.  He’s fucked long and hard. The coffee table barely survives the pounding.  Rick pulls out and Gary guesses that he hasn’t come yet.  This makes him a little nervous. What else will it take to make the guy come?  Inside the tight plastic shell Gary unclenches his eyes and waits for what Rick decides to do next. He hears the sound of more tape being pulled from a roll, close to his ear. At that moment and in the blackness, he imagines that Rick might be the serial killer he’d been dreaming about all these years.  He feels the tape being wound around his head.  Soon the hole around his mouth is covered up completely and his air supply is cut off completely. The tape is torn from the roll and the end pressed tight against his cheek.  Job done. Gary comes.  Rick shoots over the featureless face in front of him and finally it’s all over.