By PupMax
Author note: This is a 100% fantasy story inspired by different BDSM comics, artwork and stories.
The idea for my business started out when I began helping friends who needed to be picked up and dropped off at the airport a few years ago. The kinky talks we had on the trips led to me carrying gags, cuffs, blindfolds, chain collar, and nipple clamps. My friend Tom, who had to fly out the most, was the first customer of mine and eventual business partner. After a long week traveling he climbed into the backseat my car from his evening flight to see a large red ball gag, nipple clamps, handcuffs and a face mask. Tom was surprised at first to see the bondage gear in the back seat, but he excitedly began putting it on after I explained my new idea. The nipple clamps would be hidden behind clothes, the ballgag hidden behind a face mask and the handcuffs wouldn’t be noticed by passers-by.
Tom would spread the word to my other kinky riders, and every one of them requested the Bondage Transport Service back home from the airport. The standard airport service would be an $80 to $200 charge depending on the time of day and length of ride, and all riders would be collared, cuffed, gagged, nipples clamped and blindfolded. Gags hidden behind facemasks and blindfolds hidden by sunglasses kept prying eyes from suspicion that my passengers were not any different from any others in ride shares or taxis.
As the success grew of my Bondage Transportation Service, I began to add more services with ever-increasing bondage. Airport riders could pick the hogtie/trunk option for their ride home; I purchased a small warehouse close to the airport where I would take passengers to be stripped naked, gagged, blindfolded, or head covered by a tight hood. The rider would be then tossed into the trunk to either be hogtied with rope or chains. This service would cost between $150 and $400, since I had to purchase the warehouse. My full-time job became my Bondage Transportation Service. Tom would always beg for more with each service along with a few others. The extras for the services would include chastity cages, thumb and toe cuffs, butt plugs and an extra mean set of nipple clamps along with making the hogtie into a tight stress position for the ride. I always loved hearing the sounds made by the men hogtied in my trunk struggling, moaning, begging, depending on my mood, and the money I made was nice. I would extend the ride for a heavy fee as I reminded them that they chose my services and agreed to the terms. I enjoyed taking my time at the warehouse and seeing how much punishment men like Tom could take before getting stuffed in the trunk. My favorite tools are a bamboo cane and leather paddle, and seeing the strikes and marks turning bright red into purple.
The Gym service was an idea dreamed up by Bill and George. A private kink gym where trainers and gym members would be geared up while working out and put into various bondage positions and exercises. All gym members would be required to use the Bondage Transport Service to be picked up and dropped off, to keep any outsiders from stumbling into the gym without proper vetting from Bill and George. The first member would be Tom, and he would be personally trained by Bill and George on his first day. I arrived at Tom’s house and pulled into his garage. Tom would be escorted out to my car by Bill and George as they gave him the new gym transport uniform — a plain set of sweatpants and hoodie. Under Tom’s uniform he was naked, locked in a new flat metal chastity cage, butt plugged, wearing a rope harness that covered his torso, with an extra-large and heavy chain collar. Lastly Bill stuffed his gym socks into Tom’s mouth and taped it shut and placed a facemask on him to hide the tape gag. I drove the men to the gym and decided to stay and watch on Tom’s first day of training. Seeing Tom getting trained for the next three hours at the gym was an intense experience. I enjoyed seeing how Bill and George could push a man to his limits and bring him back to keep going. My cock was leaking and rock hard with the thoughts of me being the next gym member getting personal training sessions.
To be continued …
Metal would like to thank the author, PupMax, for this story and welcome him to the Prison Library!