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.
