Plastic Cock-Throb

Madame Fortuna, an old lady, known for her magic herbal potions, holds out a tiny glass vial of colourless liquid and says,

‘Here you are, my child. Slip this into his drink before he goes to sleep and when he wakes, he will fall in love with the first thing he sees.’

Wendy hesitates before taking it.

‘Ooo, I hope I am doing the right thing. Susan is my dearest sister, and all I want is the best for her. She and Adam are perfect for each other. He’s young, good looking, and as gentle as a rabbit, but he’s afraid of commitment.’

Madame Fortuna lifts her hand and as she brushes a bony finger lightly across Wendy’s cheek, she says,

‘Then my potion is perfect. It’s effect will be to prevent his indecision from ruining their lives. Don’t forget, it worked for you and your husband. He’s never stopped loving you since you gave him some of this.’

Wendy knows the old lady is right. She thanks her, places the vial in her pocket and returns to the city.



That night Wendy is hosting party to which her sister Sue and her boyfriend Adam have been invited. There is a large crowd in her tiny flat, and everyone is enjoying themselves. Sue tells Wendy she’s planned a surprise holiday with Adam and she’s going to tell him about it later, but she’s anxious he might not want to go.

‘Stop worrying’ says Wendy.

‘I promise you, everything is going to be fine. Trust me. Oh, and by the way - Adam still plams to go back to your place tonight?’

‘Yes, Why?’

‘Good.’ Says Wendy. Later that night, just as Susan and Adam are about to leave, Wendy hands Adam a small half-filled glass.

‘Here you are, Adam. You can’t go till you’ve tried my home brewed rum. It’s a perfect night-cap. I insist you try it and tell me what you think.’

Adam takes the drink willingly, knocks it back then nods approvingly.

Wendy glances over to her sister and winks. Susan smiles back but has no idea what is going on.



Adam wakes up the next morning to find himself lying on a wooden park bench. It takes him a while to realise where he is. He’s shocked at first and his head feels very fuzzy, but then slowly he starts to recall what had happened the night before. The heavy drinking, the argument on the way home, and Sue telling him to get out of the car.

He struggles to get himself up into a sitting position. His head aches and his body is very stiff. It’s a bright sunny morning, there’s no-one about.

He starts to feel cold. He stares out in front of him, at the trees and fields, trying to remember more details of the night before.



Then something catches his eye. A clear plastic food bag appears, floating in the wind some distance away. As it wafts through the air, the shiny smooth plastic sparkles in the rays of morning sunshine. It’s quite beautiful, he thinks. The gentle breeze sends it spinning high into the air up over his head and it dances and flutters wildly for a few moments before it starts to descend. He watches it, dancing playfully in the air and he is entranced. It floats gently downwards and lands on his knee.

He gasps. He holds it down to stop it blowing away and the touch of soft silky plastic sends a strange shudder down his body. It feels so lovely.

He takes the bag in both hands and strokes the plastic with his thumbs, and to his amazement, he finds himself becoming aroused.

He opens the bag and slips his hand inside, to savour the soft smooth plastic enveloping it. He looks around to see if anyone is about before lifting his hand to his face and feeling the soft smooth plastic against his cheeks.

The feeling arouses him more till he has no choice but to slip his other hand down the front of his jeans, to adjust his erection so that it lies flat more comfortably against his belly. Then he holds the plastic to his face again so that he can savour its bewitching smell. He cannot believe how horny he has become. His cock is so hard he feels close to coming. He has no idea why this ordinary clear plastic food bag is having such an effect on him. He cannot resist holding the soft smooth plastic against his face. Moments later his body tenses and he knows he is going to come. For a moment he panics and then it’s too late. He ejaculates and suddenly warm spunk starts to fill his pants and to ooze out through the top of his jeans. His whole body starts to convulse as the ejaculation continues. He quickly unbuttons his jeans, opens up the bag and holds it over his cock, clamping it tight around the bast of his cock so the spunk does not spill out. The orgasm is more prologued and powerful than he had ever experienced before. His cock pumps out semen at a phenomenal rate and soon the bag starts to fill….

The orgasm eventually subsides and he collapses back onto the bench, drained and exhausted. He closes his eyes and waits to recover his breath, his exposed and cock drooping and oozing between his legs, and in his hand a plastic bag half full of warm spunk.

He hears something and looks up. A young woman in sports gear is jogging towards him along the path. He sits forward, trying to hide his soaked trousers, and the creamy sticky pool at his feet. The jogger clocks him, stops in her tracks and then jogs off in the other direction….



The journey home is a nightmare. Having managed to dispose of the bag of semen, he has to sit in his sticky cum-soaked jeans on a bus and though he pretends not to notice, he’s aware of people around him staring in disgust. Some teenagers start to giggle. Once home he showers and changes and then sits in the kitchen of his modest flat, trying to work out what caused him to react like that in the park. Was it perhaps something he ate at the party?



That afternoon he decides to go to his local shop since there’s no food in the flat. On the way, he sees a woman walking ahead carrying a bright pink plastic shopping bag. It catches his eye immediately. The shiny pink is outrageous and instantly appealing. He follows the woman along the street, getting ever closer to the bag. It’s so seductively shiny…and quite irresistable.

The woman stops at a street vendor’s stall and orders a coffee. Adam feels compelled to get as close to the bag as possible, so he stands behind her. He moves his leg forward till it touches the bag. It crackles softly as he brushes his knee against it and at once he is horny again. The woman lifts the bag and places it on the counter. She takes her coffee and starts texting a message on her phone. Adam stands next to her and orders a coffee. As he waits, he cannot resist reaching out and touching the pink bag. He runs his fingertips over it’s silky smooth skin, and his stiff cock is now making a huge and noticeable tent in his tracksuit pants. The woman hears the rustling of her bag and turns to face Adam. He pulls his hand away quickly and looks at her, flushed and guilty. She glances down at his massive bulge and at once she pulls the bag away, puts the paper coffee cup down on the counter and walks off, muttering

‘Fucking pervert!’ loud enough for him to hear.



This seems to excite him further. Adam is now in a state of heightened arousal and doesn’t know what to do. He leaves the coffee stand and tries to walk as normally along the high street to the supermarket, but his huge erection makes this very difficult. He tries not to think about the bag. He’s bewildered by what is happening to him. These sudden surges of arousal that seem to descend without logic or reason. He tries to refocus his mind. Buy some food, and go home and rest. Everything will be normal again after a good sleep. He puts some tinned food in his basket and then wanders up another aisle. Moments later he finds himself beside a shelf full of black plastic bin-liners, and without thinking, he cannot resist reaching out to feel them. The moment he touches the silky smooth surface, he feels another surge of arousal. A bizarre idea comes into his head as he imagines what it would be like to be inside one of these big black shiny plastic garbage bags. The idea send his heart beating fast again. He holds the shopping basket against his groin to prevent people seeing the enormous bulge.



An hour later he’s back at the flat.

On the kitchen table are rolls of thick shiny black plastic garbage bags, boxes of plastic food wrap and several other boxes of large clear plastic food bags. The tins of food he bought have not been unpacked.

Adam is in the bedroom, lying naked inside two large black plastic garbage sacks large enough to envelope his body completely. He has had two more massive orgasms and he lies there covered in semen, breathless and blissfully happy. The sensation of the plastic against his skin is providing him with an intense pleasure he has never felt before. He is in heaven inside is warm sticky plastic cocoon. The irresistable sound of the plastic crackling softly around his ears fills his head, wiping away his thoughts. He starts to rub his sticky cock against the plastic once again and slowly it stiffens. It already aches from three ejaculations and yet it’s clear there’s more to come….



Later that night he lies exhausted in his sticky bed strewn with semen soaked garbage bags. He’s thinking hard about what is happening to him. But the only thing that keeps coming back into his head is the plastic.

He has fallen in love with it.

That night Sue phones. He has forgotten about her completely.

He lets the phone ring. When it stops ringing he thinks about the argument they had in the car after the party. He’d said he was too busy to go on holiday and she got mad with him. Now he’s feeling a bit guilty about that.

The following morning he has to go to work. He gets ready and tries as hard as he cannot to look at the pile of plastic still piled up on the kitchen table. He leaves the house but within moments he is aching once again to feel plastic against his skin.

He stops the car, turns round and drives back to the flat. He looks at the boxes of food wrap and a crazy idea comes into his head. He undresses and then starts to wrap the plastic film around his foot. It feels so good. He winds the plastic up his leg and soon he is gasping with delight, and his cock is stiff and flapping about between his legs.

It takes a while for him to wrap his entire body with several layers of cling film, leaving his hands and head free. He’s strapped his cock down tight against his belly. Already he is very horny so he fills his head with images of dead cats and other unsexy images to stop himself ejaculating. He puts on his work clothes over the tight plastic skin and heads off to work. Arriving in his office, a workmate notices the stiffness in his walk as he makes his way to his desk.

‘You all right, Adam?’

He flushes and looks up.

‘Erm, I’m fine.’

He cannot concentrate on his work. The plastic skin is tight and warm. His cock lies rigid against his belly. He’s on the edge of orgasm all day, dreaming of getting home and back inside some fresh clean bags. Not only that, but he’s finding it all bit of a thrill, this pretending to be normal, hiding an embarrassing secret.



Four o’clock in the afternoon and he’s just one hour left before he can go home. He thinks he’s going to get away with it, but then Linda, a workmate comes over carrying a clear plastic bag filled with little brown cakes.

‘Hi Adam. You’ve been at your desk all day and I’ve not seen you eat anything so I thought you might like one of my home make cookies…’

She drops the bag onto his desk.

Adam stares down at the bag. It’s a transparent zipper bag. The plastic is thick, shiny, beautifully smooth.

‘Erm. No, Linda. I’m fine….’

‘Go on. I’ve had three and I can’t have any more. Try one,’ she says.

His heart beats faster. His mouth becomes dry. The plastic wrap around his body is making him overheat. He feels his rock hard cock twitching against his belly. In the end he cannot resist touching the bag. His hands move slowly towards it. He lays his fingertips gently against its silky soft surface. He catches his breath. He presses the bag gently till it starts to crackle gently.



He sucks in air. He’s passed the point of no return. He gasps an audible

‘Oooooooo!’ as a violent wave of arousal surges through his body. The top button of his fly pops off, and as he starts to ejaculate, his cock bursts out through the layers of plastic wrap and pokes out through the top of his trousers and the thick stream of semen gushes out and over the desk. He tries to block the flow with his hands but the spunk splashes out through his fingers. His workmate, on discovering severals blobs of semen dripping down her new expensive light green cotton dress, cries out in disgust. Other workmates approach till Adam is surrounded.



He drives home that evening full of shame. It was the most embarrassing thing he’d ever experienced. As he sits in the car, he can feel the sweat gathering around his feet. The plastic is starting to itch. He’s keen to get home so he can tear it off and jump in a shower.

That evening he sits in his flat, staring out of the window, trying not to think about plastic, trying to think of something that will distract him.

He goes to his computer. Before long he’s looking at an image of a naked woman wearing a pink tinted pvc dress. His cock is hard and pre-cum starts to dribble.

His phone rings. It’s Sue again. He is in no state to speak to her so he lets it ring and rushes to the bathroom to ejaculate into the sink.



The next morning he calls his boss to say he’s unwell. He drives to four separate hardware stores and in each of them he buys up all the plastic dust sheets he can find. Back at the flat he immediately rips into the packs, opening up the thin transparent sheets and laying them out over the furniture and floors till the entire flat is covered in plastic.

He takes off his clothes, unravels two more sheets. He tears a hole in the middle of one of them so he can wear it like a giant gown, then pulls another one over his head so he can walk around the flat covered in plastic, like a translucent ghost. The soft thin plastic film brushing against the tip of his cock is a heavenly sensation and for hours he walks around the flat in a state of mindless bliss, balancing precariously on the edge of orgasm. Finally he is unable to contain himself a moment longer. He lets out a long, low-pitched groan and ejaculates. His entire body shakes, his knees wobble and he struggles to stay on his feet.

That night he comes twice more before collapsing on a plastic covered bed. He wraps his arms lovingly around a plastic covered pillow, kisses it’s soft smooth skin and then falls exhausted to sleep.



When he wakes the next morning he sees that Sue has been trying again all evening to reach him on the phone. He reads a message she has sent.



‘Adam - where are you? Why don’t you answer my calls? I need to speak to you about the party last week-end. I am worried about you. Please call me when you get this message. I love you. Sue.’



He spends the next morning trying to decide whether he should call her.

In the afternoon he decides he has no choice. He thinks perhaps he should tell her about what has been happening to him. Perhaps she can help. So he calls her. She says she cannot explain on the phone but

wants to come over that evening.

‘O-kay,’ he says nervously.

The moment he hangs up, he decides he must clear away all the plastic.

It’s too much. He has to resist it now, before he goes completely mad.



He fills seven extra-large sized black plastic garbage bags with all the sticky plastic sheets and all the cum soaked bags and food wrap he’s used. After a bit of a struggle he manages to load them all into his car, and drives around the neighbourhood looking for somewhere to dump them. Eventually he finds a large green industrial dumpster, parked against a brick wall in the corner of an empty car park, beside a warehouse…



No one is about so he parks up close to the dumpster. He lifts the heavy plastic lid and starts to toss the garbage sacks into the bin.

He goes back into his car. He sits there, clutching the steering wheel, and takes a deep breath. For a moment he feels a sense of relief. This strange period of madness, he decides, is at an end now. He is free of plastic. He starts to drive off.



On his way home he starts to think about those soft black garbage bags filled with plastic, sitting in the bin. He imagines what it would be like to be inside it, buried under those soft black garbage bags. That would be an even more sensational experience. He stops the car. He doesn’t know what to do. It’s getting dark. He looks at his watch. He knows he has to get back to the flat. Sue is arriving in a couple of hours.



He turns the car round and drives back, parking the car very close to the dumpster. He strips off his clothes in the car and then goes over to the bin. No one is about. He lifts the lid and peers in. The bags have filled most of the bin. He steps up onto the bonnet of his car and then climbs into the bin, pulling the lid down behind him. In the darkness he snuggles down to the bottom of the bin till he is completely submerged. It is an incredible sensation, more horny than he had imagined. Although he can hardly breathe, he finds himself thinking that he could stay in this black plastic womb forever. It’s warm and the plastic smell is intense and intoxicating and the feel of the soft plastic bags against his skin arouses him so quickly that he ejaculates and soon his spunk is making everything slippery and gooey again. When the orgasm is finished, he comes to his senses. He has to get out of the bin quickly and go home.



He opens the lid. It’s pouring with rain. He climbs out of the bin, checks no-one is about, slips into his car, gets dressed and drives home. He showers and dresses as quickly as he can and then goes round the flat, tidying up and making sure there’s no sign of his weird and erotic plastic affair.



He sits in the apartment and waits. An hour passes. He stares at the rain pounding hard against the window. He gets up and starts to pace around the flat. Plastic, plastic plastic….

It’s all he can think about. He has been wrapped up in it and consumed by it for days and now his skin aches for the feel of it again. And the smell of it too. It feels very strange to be away from it.

He goes into the kitchen to see if he has left any food wrap, but he’s thrown it all away. He tries to watch the tv but is soon bored. He walks aimlessly around the flat again, stares mindlessly again, out of the window. The sky is full of wind and rain.



Finally Sue arrives.

He opens the door and the moment he sets eyes on her he freezes in shock. She is wearing a pink tinted pvc raincoat. The pink tinted pvc hood is up over her head and partially covering her face. She steps forward to give him a huge hug. He feels the warm pvc against his body and at once becomes aroused.

She walks on into the flat and Adam follows. Her raincoat shimmers and gleams enticingly.He feel dizzy, confused and once again, his cock is rock hard. Suddenly Sue starts to cry.

Then she blurts out between the tears,

‘Listen Adam…After the party last week-end….we were supposed to go back to my flat, remember? Only we had a stupid row…and I told you to get out of my car….The thing is that Wendy called me the next day… and that’s when I found out she’d spiked your drink with some weird potion that was supposed to make you fall in love with the first thing you saw when you woke up the following morning…’

‘What?’

‘I know, It’s crazy. She’s crazy. We know that. And I told her she was crazy….Now it was probably just a bit of Viagra, but she’s given out weird concoctions to people before. So I’ve been worried about you ever since. Are you ok?’

Adam has not been able to take his eyes off the raincoat. It is the most beautiful coat he’s ever seen. The pvc is so smooth and shiny, and the teasing crackling sound it makes whenever she moves is sweeter than any music he had ever heard.

‘What?’

‘Adam? Did you hear what I said?’

With his eyes still fixed on the raincoat, Adam says,

‘Sue. I love you, and I think it’s time we got married.’

Sue bursts into tears again, this time in delight. She rushes over to him and holds him tight.





Daniel Guy