The men behind the popular Rubberzone site are introducing a new format: Rubbermen Magazine & Blog. Now, content updates will be able to occur more frequently!
The new content includes a brand new video, Part 1 of “Drone-Gimp Edging Session 246813.” This exclusive footage, smuggled from the Center for Control Research archives, depicts ongoing research activities focused on mind control through restraint, erotic stimulation, and denial.
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The newest update at RubberZone includes “The Electricians” — a new video with Max Ferro (Twitter: @MaxxFerro1) and JimmyUSMC (Twitter: @for_heavy) as Master electrician Cutler Hammer discovers a secret that his straight apprentice Eaton Loadcenter is hiding, and decides to show the reluctant but pliable lad how to have fun on the job.
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There’s lots of great content at RubberZone, including stories, forums and lots of downloadable videos.
They’re having a sale on video downloads until Oct 31.
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Over at the RubberZone site, you can access an extensive library of hot rubber stories, many involving bondage, chastity and other BDSM themes!
Those who enjoyed the “Rubber Object” story posted here couple days ago will definitely want to head on over to RubberZone! The story section is open to all registered users. And paid members to the site also have access to photo sets and videos. Highly recommended!
The latest update at RUBBERMEN continues the celebration of the weird, wild and wonderful. It’s dedicated to serious rubber coverage with a silly bent, and to being out and proud in gear!
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I’ve blogged about the infamous Stanford Prison Experiment a number of times before. For those who are not familiar, it was a prison role-play “experiment” conducted back in the 1970s with male college students, who were divided into groups of guards and prisoners. The experiment quickly went off the rails and had to be ended early. The guards got too sadistic and the prisoners too rebellious. There is tons of literature about this in psychology textbooks and at least one movie. This article revisiting the experiment appeared in today’s New York Times and caught my eye — especially the picture! The gist of the article is that the academic psychological community would not allow such an experiment to be conducted again today. And this is a shame, because I think re-doing the experiment again — with a better facility and better planning — would be fucking hot! I wish someone would volunteer to write a story based on this, for the Metalbond Prison Library! Reach out to me if you are interested.
In other recent news, Squirm of Rubberzone passed along this link to a story about a man in Washington state who broke into an escape room and then called 911 when he could not get out! What do you guys think of the escape room craze? Who among us has participated? Again I think this would make a great story for the Prison Library!
By RbbrStorage
Note: This story originally appeared on the RubberZone site. It is reposted here with permission.
“Work.”
The door shut firmly behind Matt as he knelt on the cold tile floor. Matt quickly pulled the rubber hood from his head and glanced over at the laundry for an indication of the day that lay in store for him. No rubber suit sat waiting for him to squeeze into and fill with piss today. No massive cock-shaped butt plug sat waiting to invade his hungry ass. Instead, a new pair of slacks and a nice shirt hung on hangers. No rubber. Nothing out of the ordinary for Matt to wear today – except for the cock cage that already bound his genitals in plastic. And while the car key sat in its usual place on the laundry, no lunch money sat next to it. Matt wondered how he would eat lunch that day, then noticed the clock on the wall. It was a half hour earlier than the usual time he was commanded to “work” each morning, but he quickly deduced that it was to give him time to add the enemas to his morning routine.
As Matt carried out his preparations for a day at the office his mind was startlingly calm compared to each prior morning that week. For while Matt’s mind was still filled with unanswered questions, he seemed calmed by the knowledge that everything that was happening to him was according to plan – whose plan, he wasn’t sure, but somebody’s plan. The fear of someone noticing the cock cage beneath his dress slacks was gone, since anyone likely to notice it probably already knew that it was there. The fear that colleagues would realize that the shaved head was matched by a hairless body was similarly gone. And the lust that Matt had wrestled with each time his hunky colleagues would pass by his trailer over the previous two months, looking hot in their industrial rubber clothing – well, that wasn’t gone, but it was at least being addressed.
By RbbrStorage
This story originally appeared on RubberZone. It is reposted here with permission.
Less than an hour later, Matt was again sweating in rubber, but this time for the added reason that he was running on his treadmill. Tonight he had returned home to find the rubber hood he had worn the night before waiting for him once again on the laundry, along with a wide tube gag, a rubber wrestling suit, running shoes and a pair of fist mitts. It was an outfit that told Matt that he was in for an evening of exercise.
The tube gag was not for piss, but to ensure that Matt could take the deep breaths that his body would crave while he worked out. But tonight it also served to effectively prevent Matt from questioning his roommate about the events of the day. Matt no longer had any doubt that the way in which his roommate had taken over Matt’s life was connected directly with the refinery. But he still had so many questions – questions he knew that he would probably never get to ask.
The workout was followed by the standard cold shower and the standard dinner – a protein shake poured down Matt’s throat – before the plug gag was secured once again around the rubber hood. And though Matt was then desperately ready to be put to bed and catch up on his desperately needed sleep, it became apparent that his evening with his roommate was far from over. One by one, Matt’s roommate took Matt’s hands, pushed them into a fist, then inserted each inside a rubber fist mitt. Then, carefully, and with a hand firmly on Matt’s shoulders, Matt’s roommate guided him down the old rickety stairs into the cellar.
