By PupMax

My and Tom’s struggle in rope bondage and latex had only just begun as the employees would start their workday and keep the business running for the rest of the day. Each breath into the gas mask filter stuffed with dirty gym socks, jockstraps, and poppers kept my cock straining and leaking into the catsuit; the earbuds switched over to pre-recorded mantras and phrases that pushed my and Tom’s minds deep into sub space. Our struggles would weaken and strengthen over time just the way we had been trained by Bill and George in the gym; being pushed to our limits and then coming back to struggle, buck, beg, and moan into our dirty sock and tape gags.

This would go on for over four hours before being given a short break. Bill and George lowered us to the ground and removed the gas mask, hood and tape gags. We had water bottles pushed into our mouths and were ordered to drink the entire bottle quickly, the feeling of the cold water rushing down my throat and into my stomach was a welcome feeling after struggling for so long. This was cut short with a brand-new pair of dirty gym socks stuffed into my mouth and taped back up; my gagged protest fell on deaf ears as the latex hood and gas mask were sealed back over my head, turning me once again into a faceless and struggling latex gimp.

Tom and I were rehydrated, sealed back up, and suspended in the air once again at the hands of Bill and George; all the employees were either out working across the city or too busy in the HQ to notice that the two gimps tied up and struggling weren’t clients but everyone’s bosses. The XTRM filters were stuffed with new dirty gym socks, jockstraps, and a splash fresh poppers to then be re-attached to our gas masks as the intoxicating smell filled my and Tom’s lungs as the earbuds clicked on and another pre-recorded message began to play. It was Bill explaining that he and George and arranged this whole plan months ago as an idea that the bosses of the company need to experience the services we were offering to our clients to improve and create new bondage services.

Bill would also explain the dirty socks stuffed in my and Tom’s mouths were from each other, as they had been collected earlier in the week and the socks and jockstraps stuffed in our filters were from the gym clients. Soon Bill’s words faded away as the mantras and phrases filled our minds, pushing us back into subspace, renewing our struggles and putting on show for anyone who wanted to watch. George had set up a camera to record our struggles over the day as a promotion that could be advertised to new clients and to have running on TVs in the HQ showing off success stories with clients.

Another 4 hours had passed as employees returned back to the HQ, finishing up their work for the day and getting ready for the party that would be hosted at a local bar that we had connections with who didn’t mind hosting a bondage party since it would be closed to the public. Tom and I would be lowered from our suspension once again, but this time we felt multiple sets of hands on our bound bodies as our own employees would load both of us into a van for transportation to the bar. We both were still deep into subspace lost in the mantras, phrases and dirty gym clothes filling our lungs with our cocks leaking and straining in their cages. The back doors opened up as two more gimps were loaded into the van with us; these gimps had the same gear as Tom and me and were struggling and begging into their own gags and gas masks. Bill got into the driver’s seat and started up the van as George climbed in the back and closed the doors behind him, looking at all four gimps on the floor of the van.

Tom would have his gas mask and hood removed first along with the drool-soaked sock gag; a sports drink was pushed into his mouth with an order to drink. As the last drops of the sports drink went down his throat and before he could voice a protest, a new pair of my dirty gym socks was stuffed into his mouth and taped shut. I would receive the same treatment; barley getting a sound out of my mouth as a new two of Tom’s dirty gym socks were stuffed into my mouth and taped over.

George laughed at the sight of us trying to struggle and make a noise that could be considered words; he explained that the party was at the local bar but it would be a few hours before the employees were supposed to arrive so all four gimps would be enjoying a nice ride around. Tom and I looked over and saw the other two gimps. As George explained the new gimps were two employees who had asked about being gimped up for the party; Bill and George agreed under the conditions the employees would get the same treatment that Tom and I had been enduring. The employees agreed fully and during their shifts went home to collect their own gear. Both employees were in latex catsuits with their gear accessory colors being bright green for one gimp and the other gimp in orange gear accessory; they both had gas masks stuffed with dirty gym socks, jock straps and a splash of poppers.

The van would drive around for the next two hours in a nice suburban part of the city looking like a regular van would heading to its last job for the evening while hiding the secret of four latex gimps bound in the back of the van struggling, bucking, moaning, and entertaining the driver and passenger. We would finally arrive at the bar and with the help of the bar owner and two bar staff each of us would be unloaded and carried into the bar.

All four of us were on the bar floor exhausted from struggling on the hard floor of the van, both the orange and green gimp would be suspended over the bar as decor and entertainment while Tom and I would be suspended over the pool tables. The bar owner and staff loved the look of having four different colored gimps in color coded rope bondage struggling and moaning into their gags and gas masks. Employees began to enter into the bar and loved the sight of the gimps while enjoying drinks, pool, chatting and TVs showing the latest games on for the night. The earbuds for Tom and I would click on once again, and this time they were linked to microphones on Bill’s and George’s shirts taking in the room atmosphere and listening in on the employee chatter going on.

We could hear many different ideas and plans employees had for new and improved services we could offer, and requests clients had personally asked for over the past few months since the bonus offers lit a fire under everyone to speak up for a nice reward.

To be continued …