By PupMax
Author note: This 100% fantasy story is inspired by different BDSM comics, artwork and stories.
Roughly six months had gone by. My business had grown dramatically, as more men learned about my services from word-of-mouth advertising. Clients began to fly in from different cities, and I had to hire a full staff to keep up with demand. Tom would become a full-time business partner and heavily invested his own money to help us buy more vehicles and a building that would be our headquarters. The HQ would have a full garage to service and repair the variety of cars, trucks, and vans we now used for our ever-expanding services. The HQ also included offices, a small gym, showers for employees and clients, beds for employees, and lastly a kitchen to keep everyone well fed.
The new fleet of vehicles allowed us new opportunities for Bondage Transport Services. We added in an all-day driving service that kept a client bound, gagged, tied or chained up in the trunk of a car, bed of a truck, or back of a van. The vehicles would drive for upwards of 6 to 8 hours all around the city and surrounding suburban spawl while our clients struggled. I loved seeing men getting chained up in the bed of a truck and watching their face disappear behind a hood before the driver rolled the cover over the truck bed, hiding the client from the public’s prying eyes. I also enjoyed seeing multiple men hogtied, hooded, locked in chastity, and tossed into the back of a van; knowing those men would be struggling for hours next to each other made my cock strain in its new chastity cage.
I had joined the gym that Bill and George ran that had also expanded its clients and trainers in the past six months. I would experience the same training that Tom was put through in his first month at the gym; both me and Tom would be trained together by Bill and George personally. This allowed our two gym trainers to increase the intensity and strict bondage training without putting focus on other clients. Tom and I would wear chastity cages full time as it became our gym and life routine that also kept us focused even when seeing clients being used and abused by our employees.
Employee Appreciation Day was an idea was brought up by Bill and George during a training session. The two men suggested that Tom and I had worked hard to expand the business from just an idea, but we had also succeeded thanks to help of the employees over the past six months. Tom and I agreed to the idea and brainstormed during our workout session. We agreed to raise everyone’s pay due to the continued influx of new clients, giving out bonuses for employee performance and bonuses for new ideas to create more Bondage Transport Services. Bill and George also made a point that we needed to throw a party for the men to enjoy the night, and Tom and I agreed.
The Employee Appreciation Day arrived. Tom, Bill, George, and I had put together all of our plans and were ready to reward everyone for their hard work. Tom and I had purchased brand new latex catsuits that we planned to wear for the day and then to the party. Both of us wore matching chest harnesses, arm and leg bands, matching socks, jock briefs, and boots. My gear was all the same red color, while Tom’s was all blue; when I arrived at the HQ I was greeted by Bill and George, who quickly pinned me to the floor and hogtied me in red rope. My protests were useless and met with a pair of dirty gym socks stuffed in my mouth and taped shut; a pair of ear buds were placed, and a tight latex hood removed my identity completely, with a heavy chain collar locked around my neck. Tom would arrive 30 minutes after me and endure the same fate, being hogtied in blue rope and gagged with dirty gym socks, ear buds placed, hooded, and collared.
Tom and I were now two shiny gimps in black latex with red and blue gear struggling on the floor of our own HQ at the hands of Bill and George. Both of us were suspended in air with more matching colored rope; the Employee Appreciation sign was hung in-between us with rope attached to our chain collars. Bill and George admired their work and laughed knowing their plan to make us gimps for the day had worked perfectly. Employees arrived for the beginning of their shifts to see chairs facing a curtain with Bill and George standing in front; the ear buds activated and Tom and I listened to the speech given to the employees. Everyone was excited for the new pay, bonuses, and plans for the future, and that is when the curtain was pulled back showing the two shiny black latex gimps with red and blue gear and rope struggling from rope suspended hogties.
Everyone cheered and hollered at the sight of me and Tom struggling in our latex and rope bondage. The sock and tape gags kept us quiet enough keep our identities a mystery to our employees; we listened from our ear buds as Bill and George said were we two clients who had put in this request and let me and Tom choose how they would be displayed. Bill and George said that Tom and I had flown out the previous night to work on planning a new location in aanother city that would be 5 hours away to expand our services, when in reality we were right in front of our employees, struggling with no chance of escape for the rest of the day. The final touch they added was gas masks with XTRM filters that had dirty gym socks and jock straps stuffed in them with a splash of poppers. The smell of the poppers, socks, and jock straps filled our lungs with each breath. My and Tom’s cocks leaked and strained in their cages as we continued to struggle, buck, moan, and entertain our employees.
To be continued …