Yes!

“Hey George, come here for a sec. I want you to try something.”

George stepped down from the forklift without shutting it off. The engine idled loudly, making the crate vibrate faintly beneath you.

He leaned in close.

“Ew… there’s cum in it,” he muttered, peering through the opening.

“Ah, grow up,” Frank replied.

A moment later, a finger pressed against the knot hole again—searching, probing blindly. It found your face, forcing you to recoil against the cramped wood. You were too exhausted to properly resist. Too trapped. You just froze, breathing shallowly.

“Stop messing with it and just fuck it,” Frank snapped.

"Oh yeh sorry sir"

There was a shift in the air outside. Movement. Zippers. Shuffling footsteps circling the crate. The second cock of the night entered the hole and found your tired mouth, it **** its way in.

The crate began to shake more violently as the forklift idled nearby, the vibrations rattling through your bones. Voices blurred together above you—amused, careless, completely unaware of what they were actually doing.

Then the movement stopped as quickly as it had started.

A heavy silence settled over the dock.

Frank let out a short laugh.

“Good enough,” he said.

Footsteps moved away again.

The forklift engine rumbled louder, preparing to move.

And you were still inside the crate.