Kinktober 2025, Prompt #28 - Stuck/Mistake

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, male sub, bondage, kidnapping, vacuum-sealed sack, The Kraken Club, bondage slavery, sexual slavery

Sean was stuck. He had been for years at this point. And the second worst part of it all was that he couldn’t even tell anyone about it. 

The worst part was the job itself. 

It wasn’t exactly unusual for someone to hate their job. Plenty of people hated their jobs! Sean was pretty sure that half the conversations he had with family members he saw on holiday gatherings were about how much they hated their jobs. His brother-in-law’s boss was a gaping asshole, his cousin worked crazy hours in a restaurant kitchen, and his uncle was constantly worried about getting laid off or screwed out of his pension. 

For his part, Sean could join in on the conversation just fine. His job as a Kraken Club delivery driver was genuinely stressful, with hours that were less-than-ideal in a whole different way than his cousin and a boss that was terrifying even when she was being nice.

Honestly, seeing her be nice made her a hell of a lot more terrifying. 

The job wasn’t technically difficult, just… stressful. All he really had to do was get whatever vehicle they gave him for the trip to the place they told him to go. Then he would wait for the “cargo” to be loaded or unloaded, and that was that. It had all sounded so easy back when it was first being described to him. But there was a ton of pressure to never be late or get pulled over. 

Not to mention the cargo itself. 

It was rare for Sean to have to handle Kraken products, but it did happen from time to time. One day the sedative dosage might be off or miscalculated, or one of the people from acquisitions could sprain an ankle or otherwise get hurt. That was when a driver like Sean had to step in and help stuff the squirming package in the vehicle that would be their prison until he got them where they were going. 

Freshly acquired stock were almost always stuffed into these vacuum-sealed body bags that left the whole outline of their bodies plainly visible. When he first started Sean had no issue taking a second to cop a feel of a nice pair of tits or a big juicy ass. Hell, grasping at the occasional cock had helped him realize that, while he generally preferred women, he wasn’t as straight as he thought he was. 

Picking products up from Kraken facilities was different. There was all kinds of variety in the way those people were dressed up. Latex catsuits, rubber gimp outfits, maid costumes, plenty of birthday suits, and all kinds of more niche outfits when the buyers made special requests. 

Every single one of them went in bondage though. A lot of them were disturbingly calm as they willingly walked bound, gagged, and hobbled into the back of the van Sean would be driving to take them to and occasionally from their owners. 

It wasn’t too hard at first. Sean was a criminal long before he signed on with the Kraken Club. He’d done his share of dirty deeds. But driving for the Club wore down on him over the years. Even though drivers handled the slaves less than probably anyone else who worked the Club, just seeing them in his review mirrors ate at him. It didn't matter if they were unconscious, obediently walking along, or fighting like hell. 

Sean’s dreams were filled with bondage. At first it happened every once in a while. Then a few times a month. Before long it was at least twice a week. By the time the guilt really started to set in he was having those kinky dreams nearly every night. Sean would find himself in the same kind of bondage he saw his cargo subjected to. Full body suits of latex, leather, or rubber. Fetishy costumes. Leather gear, tape, rope, and every kind of gag imaginable. All in shades of green, black, and with gold Krakens marking everything in sight. Sean would lay awake at night until he simply could not anymore, then he would fall asleep and into the vengeful torments of his subconscious. 

That was probably why, on the fateful morning he woke up in real bondage, he didn’t notice right away. 

At first Sean just lay there, groggily dreading the moment he tore his way out of his nice, warm, and strangely tight covers to go face another day of driving some poor sap off to a life of sexual servitude. But when he tried to reach up and scratch an itch on his chin, he found he couldn’t. 

He came awake at once, all drowsiness vanished as he realized the state he was in. Pressing down on every single inch of his body was the interior of the rubbery sack he had seen from the outside countless times. His vision was pitch dark because his eyes were entirely covered by the sack. Sean was totally helpless to even see where he was, much less free himself! 

The state Sean knew he was in came vividly to his own mind. The way the green sack, emblazoned with a gold Kraken that looked like its tentacles were wrapped around him. The outline of his arms, one along his side and the other resting on his chest, would be easy to make out. Sacks like this were vacuum sealed, there was a tube inserted into his mouth so he could breathe. Other than that the damn thing was far too tight for Sean to be able to move, his legs pressed together until they were only the bottom half of an emerald and gold worm.  

“MMMMMWWWWUUUAUUAUUUGHHH!” Sean screamed. He immediately tried to thrash in place, only to find that his entire body was strapped down. His forehead, chest, knees, and ankles were all held down nice and tight. 

Damn it, when did this even happen? Was Sean in his home anymore? There was no movement or any of the telltale signs of his being driven anywhere. 

“MMMNNGGH!! WWWGHHHYY?!?” He tried to call out, to demand answers. None came. 

Why was this happening to him? He hadn’t breathed a word of his guilty feelings to anyone! Not one other employee, or anyone else in Sean’s life, had ever been told that he was thinking about trying to leave. He didn’t write down or type his thoughts anywhere either. There was no physical evidence of his mutinous intentions, and no one to rat him out. 

Unbeknownst to the former Kraken Club delivery driver, his ultimate mistake was hesitation. At the start of his employment to the Club he had been happy to take the occasional liberty with the cargo he was entrusted with. He would get out of his vehicle and chat with the other employees from time to time. But without realizing it, he came to do such things less and less as his guilty feelings grew and grew. He never touched the product anymore, and always averted his eyes when other Krakens tried to strike up a friendly conversation about their work. 

These and a dozen other behaviors were noted. Observers were sent to compile a report on his behavior. They would have sent him to a Club-approved therapist if they’d concluded that he was dealing with some kind of mental health emergency. But no. These observers saw nothing more than a clear case of Guilty Feelings. All agreed on the necessary course of action. People from Acquisitions were called in, a plan was drawn up, and when the time came everything went off without a hitch. 

Now Sean was just another piece of cargo. A product of the Kraken Club set to be trained, sold, and delivered by what used to be one of his colleagues to his future owner. 

Lot 94831 wasn’t taken to the branch it was formerly assigned to when it was an employee, or to any Kraken facility it had ever parked a vehicle at. It wasn't even kept in its birth nation, instead being flown across an ocean to be trained and sold by employees with accents it had only ever heard from actors on a screen. 

That was a few months ago, in the summer. Lot 94831 was recently declared fit for sale and had already been displayed to several potential buyers. All were Krakens themselves, as was standard procedure when selling a former employee. No takers so far, as it was hardly a high quality product. But it would sell soon enough. 

The Kraken Club always found a buyer for their products.