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Bondage Transportation Service – Part 03

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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.

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Bondage Transportation Service – Part 02

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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.

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Amber gimp suit

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In a video available at Serious Male Bondage, SFDom places EWMR in an amber-colored rubber gimp suit on his rubber-covered bed. SFDom brings his gimp to a fever pitch and allows the gimp to ride his own wave of sexual excitement. EWMR tries to communicate through the mouthpiece, but it was hard to make out what he was saying. The gimp’s continued moaning told SFDom he was on the right track. EWMR’s moans rise in pitch when he gets close to cuming, which was great for edging as SFDom could take the vibrator off his cock.

SFDom places EWMR in an amber-colored rubber gimp suit

See the video at Serious Male Bondage

Title of this video: AMBER GIMP SUIT

gimp’s continued moaning

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It started with Mitts – Part 20-2

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By Bondagegimp

Reflective Interlude

I’m still staring in disbelief at the keys in my hand. What’s going on? This isn’t how I imagined the decision would go. I thought Bob and I would sit down together, talk it over again, and then I’d decide. But he’s leaving me to make this decision alone. He probably thinks he’s said everything he has to say. For him, there’s no compromise. Yes or no. Free or a slave, and that’s it, completely and without exception. No say in the matter. His property.

He’s putting me on the spot, forcing the decision I’ve been putting off until the last minute. I could have decided in the last few days. Well, now I have to decide… and Bob seems to be taking advantage of my indecisiveness. If I don’t decide, I’ll be choosing him, or “us,” as he puts it.

I’m supposed to free myself. He’s built in a hurdle. Or is it another one of his tricks? Maybe he gave me not all keys? Or the wrong keys? That wouldn’t be his style. Would it? Who knows? Perhaps I should check that first before I spend too much time pondering this. I look for the key ring labeled “Handcuffs and Leg Irons.” There are more keys than handcuffs and leg irons I’m wearing. Apparently, it’s the ring with all its corresponding keys. It takes a while until I find the right key, but it fits. Maybe that’s his tactic? Not enough time to unlock everything?

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