Detention 2

The car ride was long. At least, that's what it felt like to Bobby. The length of the journey was hard to judge though. As he sweated away in his tight silver cocoon utterly unable to see, every minute felt twice as long, so who knows how long he and Arren had been banging around in the back of Mr Denton's car? All through the journey their captor was whistling along to songs on the radio that he could just about make out occasionally muttering things to himself that were hard to hear clearly. There was something said about the weather he was pretty sure. Bobby remembered that snow was due to fall that night. It felt like at least two hours before the car slowed to a full stop and the engine clicked off and dulled into silence. A door opened and the heavy crunch of snow under boot was heard as Mr Denton left the driver's seat and came to the back door. He opened it and looked at the two squirming packages in the back seat. “We're here, boys,” he said loudly so they could hear clearly through the wrappings. “Arren will be shown in first so you'll need to stay here for a few minutes Bobby.” The other boy wrapped up in silver tape had been leaning against him and Bobby felt him be moved by the their captor, lifted up and out of the car to who knows where. Then there was silence. He was alone in his inescapable cocoon and despite sweating inside it could feel freezing cold air outside. Thoughts of escape crossed his mind. Perhaps he could hop in a direction that he would be seen by a passer-by? But he had no idea where they were. He could be just as likely to fall down a cliff without being able to see or hear much of anything. For a few seconds he listened close. There was no sound besides the wind. It didn't seem like they were in a populated area. He jumped slightly as he felt hands on him. “Oh?” Mr Denton said. “Scared you did I? Come on, we're heading inside.” One arm cradled his back and the other was under his knees. Mr Denton lifted his tape bound body out of the car and presumably used his foot to kick the car door closed behind them. Snow crunched under foot as they went ten paces and then entered somewhere that felt warm. Bobby felt his lower half be lowered onto the floor so he was standing on his own wrapped feet and legs, with Mr Denton's hand on his shoulder to keep him balanced. “Now then, Bobby,” his captor said in his ear. “You're going to spend the night wrapped up like this so think very hard before you nod or shake your head. Do you need to urinate? I can't imagine you want to spend an evening wrapped up like that stewing in your own urine. So – do you need to go?” Bobby reluctantly nodded. “Alright.” He felt himself lifted again. Were they in a house? Were they in Mr Denton's house? He wasn't sure how far he was lifted or even if they were in a different room. His feet were placed on the ground again and he was instructed to do his best to stand still. He gasped inside his tape prison as he felt Mr Denton's strong hands around his tape encased crotch area. “Now, Bobby,” his captor said forcefully, “I'm going to cut this free so that you can go to the bathroom. You really don't want me to miss, do you? Hold still.” Bobby froze in place as he felt scissors cut just above his dick. He felt air get into his tape cocoon as a small hole was cut around it. Mr Denton towered over him and leant on his shoulders from behind. He then felt his captor's hands on his dick straightening it out and shuffling his wrapped body slightly. “You're aiming at the bowl, Bobby. On you go.” Despite the man holding his dick for him Bobby couldn't hold back and peed for quite a while. He felt himself get cleaned up after and then the sound of a toilet flushing. After that though, the hole in his cocoon that had hid his crotch wasn't resealed. Instead he was just ungraciously picked up again by the teacher and taken somewhere else in his arms. Bobby felt himself being propped up against something cold and sturdy. He was told to stay still and did so, utterly fearful for what might happen if he didn't. The familiar sound of tape coming off the roll soon followed as he felt it being applied around his ankles, knees, waist and upper chest. He was being taped to something he was sure of it. It felt like a few minutes passed, but again Bobby couldn't really be sure without outside stimulus. Mr Denton returned either way and Bobby felt scissors reaching up through the gap in the tape for his nose and beginning to cut away at it. Soon everything above his mouth was pulled up over his head and he was almost blinded by the bright light of whatever room they were in. It took quite a while for them to even start adjusting but at least now he could see and hear. Bobby was sure now he had been bound to a metal pole that stuck into the ceiling and cold stone floor. He couldn't turn much but could at least see in front of him. He seemed to be in a basement of some kind with visible dry wall and wall studs with piles of boxes and a workman's table in one corner. An out of place old red leather chair was directly across from him. He gasped as he looked to his side – no less than a meter from him was Arren, the other mummified boy, with everything above his nose now free from tape as well and looking at him with anger in his eyes and stains on his face and hair. “Oh don't mind Arren,” Mr Denton said, leaning in from behind Bobby suddenly. “I told a little fib earlier, you see. Let's just say you weren't in front of the toilet bowl when I told you to urinate.” Bobby's eyes opened wider as he realized what was being said. He tried his best to say sorry to Arren, now also noticing the slightly smell of pee in the air coming from him. “Arren saved a little bit of energy to try and squirm free as we got into the house,” Mr Denton explained as he slowly walked around in front of both of the mummified boys. “So a punishment had to be issued.” Gulping hard, Bobby looked down at the large swinging dick between Mr Denton's legs. Their teacher and captor was utterly naked! Mr Denton sat down in the red chair in front of the two boys and made no effort to hide himself. “You shouldn't stare, Bobby,” their captive said calmly. No words came to him, he could only fear what might happen next. Both he and Arren were startled as Mr Denton whistled a sharp sudden sound. “Now...” he began, leaning back in his chair more. “During your extended detention there will, of course, be rules. You will both share a cell and be given three meals a day. The cell has a door at the back and inside it you will find a small wash area with a toilet. These will be your facilities. Keep yourselves clean and keep the facilities clean. You will speak only when given permission by me. At night you may converse with each other as long as it is quiet enough not to cause a fuss.” Arren was very vocal under the tape at that moment and whatever was being said it was nothing nice. “You see what we're dealing with here, Bobby?” Mr Denton asked, motioning to the other mummified boy. “You have at least started to show contrition. But I have high hopes for you both that you will be reformed. I'm sure you're both curious what that means but rather than explain it to you I thought it was be more convenient to simply show you.” As if on cue a door clicked open somewhere. Both mummified boys looked to their side as moments later someone appeared holding a small tray with a glass of liquor on it. It was a short boy with bleached blond hair. They were utterly naked save for straps on a short chair around each of their ankles and a similar looking black harness over their chest which pinned their upper arms to the sides of their chest. They moved as quickly as possible without risking dropping the tray and glass. As he passed both the mummies Bobby noticed some pink looking thing sticking out of the boy's butt. “Joshua, there you are,” Mr Denton said with a smile. “I doubt either of you know Joshua – he was a disobedient brat from another school I taught at before moving here. Look at him now though – well trained, perfect posture, and showing the correct amount of respect.” The boy apparently named Joshua hobbled up to Mr Denton in his ankle cuffs and offered him the glass of alcohol. Their captive took it and toasted towards all three of them before also taking the tray from the boy and placing it on the floor next to the chair. “Now I know I said we should expect just one guest tonight, Joshua, but sadly Bobby here failed my little test and has to trained as well. Show them what they have to look forward to as their training progresses towards perfection.” Joshua never said a word. He simply got down onto his knees, leant in towards Mr Denton's crotch and took his flaccid penis into his mouth. He instantly started slowly sucking back and fourth causing it to grow to immense size and girth in his warm mouth. Both mummified boys were stunned into silence utterly unable to process what they were seeing happen before them. A few sucks along the length of his now huge erection later, Mr Denton placed his hand on Joshua's shoulder, seemingly a taught signal to pause what he was doing. He pulled back and looked expectantly at the teacher. “Good boy. Now then – Arren over there has continued to be problematic so he's going to get the lock. Fetch it for me from the table in the corner.” Again without a single word or noise of any type, Joshua got onto his feet with a little trouble thanks to the chain between his ankles, walked by both mummies out of sight behind them and hobbled back with some strange looking pink plastic thing in hand. Bobby didn't get a good look but he was sure it was the shape of a dick. Mr Denton took whatever it was from the other boy and approached Arren, who was again being very vocal from beneath at least three layers of silver tape. “You will soon find...” Mr Denton said as he bent down and started doing something to Arren's also exposed crotch (that Bobby had not noticed before), “That obedience is rewarded and disobedience is very, very, promptly punished.” Their captive pulled back and as far as Bobby could see the pink plastic device – whatever it was – had been placed onto Arren's flaccid penis and held it like a cage. “You will only get that removed once you beg me to do so.” Mr Denton then stood in front of Bobby looking the mummified boy up and down for a moment and then rubbing a hand up his side. Bobby's eyes were once again drawn to the large erection the teacher was sporting but then forced himself to look at the floor. “Bobby here has been far more willing to listen to instruction. That's a good start, Bobby. Eventually you'll be rewarded in the same way as young Joshua here but for your first night I'm sure I can think of something else for you.” His captor returned to the big red chair and sat down in it as if pondering for a second. A sly grin graced his face only briefly later. “Joshua - give Bobby the best, and most likely only, orgasm he has experienced in his life thus far.” The third boy turned towards Bobby not even looking him in the eyes, he stared only at the penis exposed by the hole Mr Denton had cut in the tape. He shuffled across the floor and dropped to his knees in front of Bobby and began gently caressing his exposed dick with his surprisingly slimy hands. Bobby shook his head at the boy and let out a muffled protest that was lost by the feelings he was experiencing as he felt his dick getting bigger. Once to an acceptable size Joshua took the length of it in his warm mouth, moving slowly back and fourth just as he had done with Mr Denton. He felt the boy's tongue caress both sides of the tip swirling around it with each suck back up. The slurping sounds in the silent room were very audible. Arren watched in disbelief while Bobby had closed his eyes unable to focus on anything else. Their captor had stood up and was whispering things in Arren's ear now but Bobby couldn't hear what. All he could focus on was the warm mouth now moving even quicker up and down his shaft. Something felt wrong though. It was like he needed to pee again. He couldn't explain it – he tried to warm Joshua through the tape binding his mouth and jaw closed but couldn't. He felt it approaching the tip from inside the shaft, something felt different about it, he couldn't hold it in! He came, though he didn't understand the sensation. His whole body shook uncontrollably as something that wasn't pee came out his penis into Joshua's waiting mouth. Whatever it was it was swallowed without a drop being spilled. Bobby shivered afterwards unable to process what he had felt. Why did it feel so good? “Good boy, Joshua,” Mr Denton said and motioned for the boy to stand up. “Was that your first time cumming, Bobby?” Bobby nodded, though he didn't fully understand the word. “Did it feel good?” He nodded again. “Well then think on that for a while and I'm sure Arren will think on what I've said to him too. Joshua, you have some unfinished business over here.” Mr Denton sat back down on his chair and Joshua resumed sucking on him as soon as he shuffled back over to the chair. Their captive patted and stroked the boys head as he went up and down almost affectionately and all the while stared at Arren and Bobby who watched the events transpire. It felt like it went on for an hour more, though it probably wasn't really that long. Eventually Joshua was ordered to stop. It didn't seem like Mr Denton had done the same thing Bobby had in Joshua's mouth though. “We'll finish things upstairs, Joshua. Go up and wait for me on the bed with your hole prepared and that gag I like you wearing. I'll put these two to bed and be up soon.” With that Joshua left. They could hear him slowly, and with some difficulty, ascending the stairs. “As for you two mummies,” he said addressing them still stark naked, “If you wish to chat to each other tonight you'll need to have those gags removed. If I do that now I expect total silence. Is that understood?” Bobby nodded, desperately wanting the tape around his mouth and back of head removed. Arren reluctantly did the same. Taking up the strange looking scissors from before, Mr Denton first cut the tape off Bobby's lower face and rest of his head. Then, finally, the underpants that had sat in his mouth the whole time were pulled out and tossed to one side. He remained utterly silent despite his mouth being free, thankful to be rid of Arren's underpants. “Good boy,” the teacher said. Moving on to Arren he reached the scissors in under his nose between the tape and his skin but then paused. “You have a filthy mouth, Arren, and you've been very vocal this evening. You can scream for help if you want. You can shout and swear if you desire. None of these things will help you and will just mean that you'll spend the whole night sealed completely back up. Keep that in mind.” Slowly, almost deliberately so, Mr Denton cut away the tape around Arren's mouth and eventually freed his head down to his neck like he had done with Bobby. The underpants belonging to Bobby were pulled out his mouth and tossed away as well. He paused to see if there would be a response. Arren looked angry and glared at him but said nothing. “Good boy, you're starting to learn.” After that the strands of tape keeping Arren taped to the pole were cut loose and he was picked up and carried out of sight. Bobby heard a metal door swing open somewhere behind him. Not long after he felt his own tape strands cut one by one and as he fell forwards Mr Denton caught him. He was picked up and carried to the side of the room he hadn't seen before. Sure enough there was metal bars along the whole other side of the basement with a single cell door. Inside the cell was a double bed, on which Arren's cocooned body had been placed. Bobby was gently placed down right next to him so their taped up shoulders and sides touched. A small sheet was pulled up over them to their lower chests. “There we go. I doubt you need the thicker cover given how warm that tape will be making you. Try to get some rest and tomorrow we'll begin your training with vigour.” With that Mr Denton sat up, exited the cell area and closed the thick metal door behind him. A latch was put in place and then a key twisted, which he took away with him. As he walked up the basement steps he flicked off the lights but rather than be plunged into totally darkness there was a small night light in the other corner of the basement that lit up. Bobby looked to the other mummified boy next to him, “What are we gonna do?” he whispered. His fellow captive had tears in his eyes and was long passed trying to struggle free from the mummification. “We're fucked,” he eventually replied.