Tootsie Roll

His eyes seemed larger through the cling wrap. His presence more vulnerable and inviting in his helplessness. He looked through the thin plastic sheet with curious darting eyes, taking in everything with the erotic detachment of a voyeur. He was experiencing his first mummification with me.

He was wrapped from head to ankle in clear saran wrap with only his nostrils revealed so that he could breath. His feet were left exposed to stave off possible hyperthermia if he struggled and his hands were placed flat against his sides. The thin cocoon of plastic held him snugly as the heat started to build inside. Skin yielded sweat and a thin layer of salty water made him slick and warm as he squirmed ever so slightly, testing his new restraint. Each weakened effort only produced more enfeebling perspiration in his new amniotic sac.

I smiled at his curiosity and reached for scissors. His eyes widened with concern as he watched the light glint off the shiny blade in my hand. Leaning up close to his face, I looked into his eyes and layed the flat of the blade against his cheek so that the coolness of the metal would reach through the plastic to caress his overheated skin. His eyes were affixed upon mine, searching for a hint or suggestion of my thoughts and not daring to bait me by looking away.

The point of the scissors made a sharp trail along his torso like a serpent moving slowly to its destination. Stopping at his groin, his simpering cock had already begun choking out droplets of precum as it struggled to find enough room to stretch and reach for the attentions of a hand, mouth or anything else that would lend itself to its selfish and immediate need. I stopped at the spot just between his balls and his trapped cock. Puncturing the plastic wrapping carefully, I slide the cold metal blade between the wet, plastic sheath and his hot, sweaty skin. The scrotal sac began its dance of retreat upon contact and he began shaking his head in fearful protest with the inching approach of the blade. I stopped for a moment and looked at him with a mischevious grin. Once the blade was in place, I began snipping a thin line of opening in the plastic across his balls. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back in muted prayer and resignation to his predicament. The sound and sensation of cutting traveled along the plastic and across his body as clearly as the sound of a pin dropping in a silent, cavernous room; challenging him to respond inappropriately and invite the bite of its steel teeth where he least wanted.

Once opened, I slipped a gloved finger inside. I ran my finger along the wet pool where his cock head lay trapped against his balls, pausing momentarily to slip along the frenulum and tease him mercilessly, as it passed. I reached in and began the process of pulling his scrotal sac out through the opening. Deft fingers slipped it out, one testicle at a time. Completely wrapped with only his testicles exposed, he was a green limb in Spring with only a tender bud braving the external world. I greeted it by blowing gently on it, first cool then warm. My hands cupped their softness as I considered where else I wanted access to. I looked at his nipples and decided that they must reveal themselves to me also. I picked up the scissors and began to slice open the plastic so that his nipples would reach up proudly as if awakening in the morning from under bedsheets.

First one nipple, then the other. The cool, smooth metal edge slides against the tender sides of erect nipples and positions itself. A single snip reveals them neatly for my inspection. After wetting a gloved finger, I slide it across the dark peaks of his nipples and explore his responsiveness. His hips squirm slightly and I know that it would take very little to make him lose control and respond like an excitable puppy piddling on the floor. I bend over and in one small stroke, run my tongue against his nipple making it warm and wet. A small blow of air cools the wet skin and makes goosebumps rise up in his defense. He vainly attempts to pull away when I pinch his nipples. Pulling steadily, I am searching for his limit. Will his body rise up and follow my lead or will he cry for mercy in surrender first?

He watches me steadily through his plastic lens as I pull with steady, gentle force but I am impatient for a reaction. His discipline and acquiescence both please me and bore me. I release the hard nipple with a strong twist and watch as he winces with the quick movement. It is not enough.

I snatch the scissors up and begin to release his cock from it's plastic prison. My gloved hand reaches down into slit of the plastic and pulls it out for inspection. It jumps to erect life like a suffocating man finally getting his first full breath of air. . The enthusiasm of his cock in this quick moment surprises me as I watch it fill instantly and spring happily up and down in passionate, unrestrained delight. My gloved hand inspects the new toy carefully and a small moan escapes from him. I lightly trace a line along the length of his ardent erection and once I am near the head, a drop of pre-cum appears at the top and continues expanding into a near dripping bubble of frustrated fluid with every centimeter of cock that my finger approaches. Reaching the underside of his cock head, the pre-cum is no longer containable and begins its slow descent down the shaft of its engorged tower.

I pull my fingers back in a slow, delicate retreat and his cock responds by trying to reach for the source of its pleasure as if it had the means to capture it and keep it in place. A patronizing coo and a wicked giggle slip from me in reflex and I continue my relentless inspection. I know that this teasing is merciless and cruel and I cannot resist myself. I can feel myself becoming more aroused by his helplessness in the face of his erotic capture. I am incensed and my own frustrated desire fuels my erotic sadism.

I climb up and straddle his head. My knees and thighs create a foreboding shadow over him and trap him so that he can only see the triangle that leads to places he will not have access to. I lower myself and lean forward so that my cunt rests against his chin and the thin line of my thong in the cleavage of my ass is in full view. I know he can smell the fragrance of hot desire escaping from my nether regions. Laying there helpless; trapped between my thighs and behind a thin plastic barrier, he can see and smell a delicious cavity that he has no means of entry into. I can hear a frustrated sound while his head moves bravely and attempts to reach me as if the plastic would melt on contact from the combined heat of my cunt and his tongue. He cannot reach it though and with a grunt, he drops his head solidly back in abject resignation. I smile and rock my hips back and forth across his face slowly, knowing that it will only make matters worse for him.

I am a big cat preening my newly born cub as my hot tongue snakes a wet trail across the surface of the cling wrap from his chest down to one side. He can feel the heat and texture of my flat tongue lapping at his torso while the moisture of his own skin creates the sensation of wetness. I can see his body becoming rigid with sexual tension and I decide to pull his taut nerves a little tighter. I leap off of him and move to his side. Lowering my head down to his hip, I open my mouth and reveal my devilish instrument of torture. Holding him down with my hands, I begin to lick from hip to belly while he tries to sit up to see if I will be generous enough to grant his immediate wish. His eyes are wide with hope but I am not so easily won. I swirl and veer across the plastic on his belly; never actually going near enough to his pleasure source to invite even accidental contact. I give him a cruel, teasing wink and begin moving up his torso and away from his groin and the silent cursing in his mind is almost audible.

I lean in towards his head and lick the side of his face and across his shielded eye while one finger finds the ridge along the shaft of his cock and drags across the length slowly. A pearl of fluid rises to the top in response and I whisper into his ear, "Silly boy. You didn't really think I was going to reward you like that. Did you?".

I am not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry when he heard that. I reached down and slipped his aching cock back inside the plastic. His sweat had become its own slippery sheath and he could slide his arm just enough to reach it now. While he massaged his aching muscle, I found a square of plastic wrap and placed it over his nose. His breathing drew in the plastic closely but not in an airtight seal and limited his air without cutting it off. Too deep or quick a breath and he cut off his own air supply. Controlled breathing was required and I watched for a few moments as he discovered this for himself.

His hand moved wildly over his cock and his breathing became less disciplined. I placed my hand over his nose and forced him to hold his breath for a long moment and then I peeled the plastic back so that he could take a deep, full breath. Each deep breath was followed by a moment of breath control for increased increments of time. He was lost in a sea of sensation and riding a razor's edge of reality distortion as his focus became more narrow, more precise. He was reduced to absolute dependence and powerlessness as I controlled his breathing and his cock controlled his momentum. Finally, in a great surge, he exploded like a wild stallion breaking free of an unwanted corral and he was loosed.

Slicing open the plastic along the side of his face carefully and moving down his body in the same manner, the vulnerable wetness and warmth of his body was revealed. He was a larva being released from a transparent cocoon and he could never go back to who he was before. His transformation had begun.