Check out what happens to this captive over at Serious Male Bondage!
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Chastity Suit – Part 10
By Rubbag
“Yes, I am Augustus.”
I look at him across the table.
“I am very impressed, Jed.”
I don’t know his face but his voice.
“None of the others could remember my name at this stage.”
But I know his voice, the cell phone.
“That’s right, Jed, there was a cell phone and the matter of a wager.”
I made a bet with this man.
“Which you lost, and now you are here.”
I look down again at my own body, trying to understand how I could have gained so much muscle all in this clear rubber welded to my skin, catching the light. This can’t be real, none of this can real, I must be asleep, it feels like I’m asleep, everything distant and slow.
Old Guard leather scene vs. the New Guard
There’s a good article by Michael Musto about the leather scene in today’s New York Times.
Click here.
Chastity Suit – Part 09
By Rubbag
“You’ve stopped talking, Jed.”
I find myself staring at the microphone on the desk in front of me. Beside it an old reel-to-reel tape recorder spins slowly. They both belong in a museum, they’ve got to be fifty years old.
“More like sixty years, Jed.”
The man who’s spoken is sitting across the desk from me.
“Do you know who I am, Jed?”
I look at him carefully. He is not yet old but somewhere more than mature. His hair is silver white, kept trim like his beard. His face is lean and handsome, and his eyes look through me. I feel that I should know him. I should know his face, that I’ve his heard voice before, but then like a mist it fades. I just shake my head.
“That’s ok, Jed, when you’re ready you’ll remember.”
I find myself smiling at him as he speaks.
“Tell, Jed, do you know where you are?”
You will be assimilated
In ‘The Assimilation,’ a leather biker takes an unexpected and psychedelic journey, called by a subliminal force to a secret high-tech lab where rubbermen engage in experiments involving mind conditioning and heavy, vacuum-packed immobilization.
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Chastity Suit – Part 08
By Rubbag
There is something cold against my face and a dry, unfamiliar taste in my mouth. I can feel that I’m lying face down with my head turned to one side. The skin of my cheek pressed into what feels like steel, the cold of which is clearing my head. I’m aware now of a low, buzzing sound nearby and a strange tingling sensation at my neck. I try and open my eyes but my eyelids feel, feel like they’re made of lead and it’s too much, too much for now.
I stop and take a few deep breaths. My chest slowly rises and falls with each breath I take. My whole body still seems to be somehow numb and distant. I can just about feel my hands against the floor beneath me. I move my left hand, flexing each finger one by one, feeling the life come back into them. But my fingers are strangely stiff and my sense of touch seems dull and there is something not quite right about the way my fingers slide over the surface beneath me. I can feel life coming back into my arms, into my legs as I bend them, and with an effort I roll myself onto my back.
Bound to the bed and fucked
Here are some shots from TIMFuck, of a scene featuring Jay Banks, Bamm Bamm and Billy Blanco
I hope the bottom is on PrEP.
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Undercover – Chapter 7
By lthr_jock
When Jim arrived at Inferno, he used his key to let himself in and headed straight to the bar area. As part of his strategy of getting into Steve’s inner circle, Jim had let himself be convinced to work behind the bar a couple of nights a week. So far he hadn’t found out anything, but there was still time. As he arrived he nodded to the other two bar staff, who were dressed like himself and both also heavily muscled, making their Fred Perry shirts strain over their barrel chests. As he started to sort his section of the bar out, he chatted with the two others.
As they passed to and fro behind his position, their bodies rubbed against him and he could feel his cock swelling down the leg of his bleachers and he grinned. One guy stood behind Jim and pressed up close so he could feel the man’s bulge press hard against the arse-zip in Jim’s bleachers. Instead of moving away, he chuckled and pushed back. The man laughed and went back to his own section of the bar. Jim turned to call to him and realised he didn’t know the guys name – actually he didn’t know the name of any of the staff here. That was weird. Brow furrowed, he tried to remember. Try as he might he couldn’t think of a single name. Meditatively he took a long gulp of his orange juice and almost immediately realised that it didn’t matter and went back to his work.