Hector smirked as he typed.
Alonzo's uniform guy shiny as the clothing turned completely to rubber. Hector added a kinky harness underneath, and then he turned his attention to Max, as the car continued toward the burger joint.
"Yeah, Max, ain't you just the total bottom bitch boy," Hector said.
"You know it, bro!" Max chortled, as his cock swelled in the chastity cage that he'd been wearing all week, and he shifted in his seat, as he suddenly noticed the butt plug he was wearing.
Poor Max, thought Hector, as the back of the limo shifted to become rubberized/leather surfaces for easy cleanup. The compartment in front of Hector now contained restraints and whips, and more. It was now a torture mobile. He typed that the other compartments contained whatever Alonzo and Max would need to have their fetishy sex. The car hit a bump and one of the other compartments popped open to reveal a selection of dildos, tail butt plugs, lube, and other anal toys. Hector paused to wonder whether they were Max's or Alonzo's fantasies now?
Oh, yeah. He added a dozen mini-cams and speakers with a link to his new iPhone. He'd be able to watch the show, while he ate. He made a few more adjustments as the car parked. He checked his wallet and saw the Diners Club credit card and a wad of cash. It was good to be rich, but it might be better to be an only child, he thought as he left his bro and rubber chauffeur to their own devices.