Trucking in Bondage part 1

Author: spartan
Title: Trucking in Bondage, part 1
Date: 29 November 2009

"Whose turn is it?"

Gary and Jeff had just finished having breakfast in the truck stop. It was time for them to return to their semi and resume their journey. It was a cold, windy day in the American Southwest desert, unusually so, and both were reluctant to leave the heated cafe.

"Unfortunately, it's your turn to sleep", Jeff replied. "Wish I didn't have to drive this shift." Eventually, after bundling up for the cold, they walked back out to their rig, and went into the sleeping compartment.

"Today, being it's so cold, I'd like to be in the rubber cat suit, then the rubber sleep sack with the rubber hood, then the leather sleep sack with the leather hood. I want to stay warm and snug. Make sure to pull all the straps nice and tight."

As Jeff was putting Gary into his cocoon he thought back to their arrangement. It was working out perfectly, two guys into bondage who are both bottoms turned switches/facilitators, getting to live out their bondage desires while getting paid. They worked for the Economy Truck Company (ETC), driving the rig all over the country, taking turns driving their required hours each day while the other is enjoying being in bondage back in the sleeping compartment. With the two drivers they were able to do twice the loads that other drivers could do, which made the company happy. With the extra money they could buy more bondage gear.

It was hard on the big rig, but Gary and Jeff didn't mind. This was owned by the company, which was happy with the arrangement as long as Gary and Jeff kept up the maintenance and were careful with their driving. The company arranged the orders for them, where to go and what the next load was. It was a perfect arrangement for everyone.

After Jeff finished putting Gary into his warm cocoon for the next shift of driving, he realized that he had forgotten to get a thermos of coffee. In the time that they had been inside the cafe, the cab had gotten quite cold. So Gary started up the engine to let things warm up and went inside with the empty thermos.

No sooner had he gotten inside the building when two men came out from the side of the truck and quickly entered the cab. They immediately started driving off in the big rig, with both Gary and Jeff completely unaware of what was happening.

"A clean getaway", said the driver in Spanish to his companion. "It will be a few minutes before this truck is missed, and that's all we need."

The truck was quickly speeding south along a paved two-lane road, and soon was off on a side road, which was paved at first but then turned to dirt.

"No one will know to look for us on this empty road. The border patrol is having one of their general meetings today", the driver said in Spanish. "It's good to know in advance when that happens so we can take care of business."

Meanwhile Jeff finally came out with his thermos of coffee after having to wait an interminable time, since the truck stop was, as usual, short handed at the till. He found the truck missing, and immediately called 911 to report it. Then he called his company to report what had happened. He reported that Gary was inside the sleeping compartment, but didn't tell that he was unable to move. No sense mentioning that.

Gary was wondering what the heck Jeff was doing. He'd started up the truck as usual, let it warm up a little, and had soon taken off. But the interstate seemed to be extremely bumpy, and Jeff was going way too fast for the road conditions.

After a couple of hours, the truck drew up to another parked big rig, and the hijackers got out to inspect their booty and started unloading it. There were a couple of others waiting for them, and they moved very fast unloading the truck. Soon the truck's load was off into the other waiting big rig. The hijackers then decided to see what else they could get from the front before transporting their haul.

Gary could hear the sounds of the load being removed, which surprised him, since they shouldn't be anywhere near their destination. And when someone opened the sleeping compartment, and after an initial pause, started rattling off a bunch of words in Spanish, Gary finally realized that someone else took their truck.

As surprising as this was to Gary, the sight of Gary in the leather sleep sack and hood was even more surprising to the hijackers. They quickly started talking among themselves in Spanish about what this meant and what they should do. They wondered whether they'd hijacked a truck that had already been hijacked, realized it didn't matter, and soon talked about the big difference between hijacking a load of goods versus kidnapping an American, or even killing him. Finally the hijackers decided to return the empty truck with Gary in it as is to just across the border on the U.S. side, and abandon it for the border agents to find when they finsihed their meeting and started working again.

So the hijackers closed the door to the sleeping compartment, and started moving Gary and Jeff's truck again. After a little while, the truck stopped, and Gary was left to wonder what was going to happen to him.

Gary knew a little Spanish, but he couldn't begin to keep up with the rapid fire way in which these people spoke it. He had no idea what they planned to do, or what was to come of him. Nor did he even know what country he was in. He figured that Jeff at least was trying to do what he could to find his friend.

Those hours of not knowing were very hard on both Gary and Jeff. In that wide open, sparsely populated area there wasn't much law enforcement. It took a long time for anyone to respond to Jeff's 911 call. Apparently there had been a lot of illegal activities happening that day. The responding officer politely took down all the pertinent information, said they would get back to Jeff when they found out anything, and left. Jeff was stuck wondering what to do. All that he had was what was in his wallet and what he was wearing. The company at least was helpful in forwarding some cash to him, an advance from his next paycheck, and this helped. But his big worry was about Gary. All that he could do at this point was to wait and worry.

After many hours, Gary heard someone drive up to the semi. He didn't know if it was someone come to take him elsewhere, someone come to kill him, or someone come to rescue him. All he could do was sweat some more in his cocoon, and wait to find out.

The border patrol agent outside called headquarters that a big rig had been found near the border, and asked for instructions. There were no license plates on it (the hijackers had decided to remove them). At the general meeting they had been told to be extra careful of any unusual vehicles in the area, because they'd had a report that terrorists were trying to enter the country. Headquarters decided to take no chances and sent out agents that had been specially trained for this.

The agent had been instructed not to enter the truck until backup had arrived. After a couple of hours they did. At first they gave the truck a good once over from the outside to see if it was carrying any explosive devices. Then, with weapons drawn, they started carefully opening doors. They got quite a shock when they opened the sleeping compartment and saw Gary.

Gary, at least, heard the agents outside speaking English. But with the hoods on he could not communicate with them. But he could at least relax, figuring that he would soon be rescued.

The agents' first reaction was to think this was a captive of the drug cartels that were prevalent in Northern Mexico. Since it could be someone from a rival cartel, someone wanted by the authorities, they didn't want to free the person until they found out who he was. So they removed the hoods while speaking to Gary in Spanish. Gary replied in English that he didn't understand, told them who he was and that their truck had been hijacked.

The agents called this information in, but didn't release Gary yet until his story could be verified. But they did give Gary water and a little food, for which Gary was very grateful. Finally headquarters, after checking with the state police, verified that a big rig matching this description had been stolen, and Gary had been reported missing. So the border authorities started releasing Gary from the sleep sacks and told him that the state police, along with Jeff, would be here in a couple of hours. The reinforcements departed after much talking and laughter, just leaving the discovering agent with Gary in his rubber cat suit.

Gary first made a call on nature, replacing the condom afterwards, then returned and started talking with the border patrol agent. The agent wondered how Gary wound up in the cat suit, sleep sacks and hoods. Gary decided it would be O.K. to tell the agent about his arrangement with Jeff, so he told him. The agent thought about this for a bit, then asked if they had other gear in the truck. Gary was pretty sure that the hijackers had not found their stash of bondage gear. They kept it well hidden, and Gary found that it was still in place.

The agent started looking it over, and then said that he'd like to try some of it on. Gary told him that he sure appreciated being rescued, and would be happy to oblige. So there was Gary in a rubber cat suit, putting various bondage gear on the border agent in uniform in the middle of the desert, while they waited for the state police to arrive. Gary noticed that as he was doing this, there was a gradually enlarging bulge between the agent's legs.

After awhile they noticed a plume of dust in the distance which seemed to be getting closer, so the agent told Gary to remove the remaining bondage gear from him and get ready for the state police. But he gave Gary his address and phone number and said to drop by with the gear so they could continue having some fun.

When the police car drove up, Gary was sure glad to see Jeff with the officer. The officer asked Gary whether he had any other clothes, but Gary said that the hijackers had taken them. The officer then asked whether Gary could drive the big rig back to town, and Gary said he could, except that the hijackers took the keys.

While Gary and Jeff were reliving their recent experiences, the officer and the border patrol agent were conversing inside the sleeping compartment. Outside again, the officer told the border agent that he would take over from here. The border agent asked the officer how he could contact Gary and Jeff, and the officer gave him his phone number and address, telling him to contact the officer to find out. Then the border agent left.

After the border agent was out of sight, the officer told both Gary and Jeff to get next to the police car facing it, put their hands spread out on the car, and spread their legs. They couldn't figure out what was going on, but did as they were told. Then the officer frisked them and cuffed both of them, hands behind their backs. He forced the cuffs on tight, which made their cocks erect. The officer then opened the back doors and put both Jeff and Gary in. Then the officer went over to the big rig sleeping comparment.

Gary asked Jeff what was going on. Jeff replied that he didn't know, but maybe their company thought that they had arranged for the load to be stolen, and the police were taking no chances on letting them go until they investigated further.

The officer made several trips out of the big rig carrying their bondage gear, which he put into the trunk of the police car. Finally there was nothing left in the truck. Then the officer opened the door on Jeff's side and told them that he was going to make them admit their complicity in this affair so he could advance in the force, and to not bother to deny it. As he was saying this he was pinching Jeff's nipples. When he finished he gave an extra pinch which resulted in Jeff yelling out in pain. The officer just laughed and said that's just a mere sample of what's ahead for them. Then he got in the car and took off.

(to be continued)