Rotty's Visit to the Asylum

My Fellow Inmates,

Rottyboy, for those who don't know him, is a "good pup". This is a new term in to my vocabulary, I must say.

Before meeting Rotty, I had played with only two rubber animals previously, and no furs.

Frankly I didn't get it.

The pup I used to play with, Gummidawg, who sadly passed away a few years ago via a self play accident (we shall discuss this concept more in depth in a later blog), was more of a friend who I played with rather than a boy I played with.

He was part of my group of growing friends that I was amassing at the time of my re-entry in to the community, and there really was no top/bottom dynamic, we just messed around. I found his whole pup fetish a curiosity, but hey as twisted as I am I definitely was not one to judge...

So I had fun locking him in the sleepsack, and putting him on Random on the electrobox, on a high setting, in the loft master bedroom of my old apartment, as I sat in the living room below on my computer chuckling every time he would woof as the random waves licked at his cock, just a bit too high for his tastes.

The Second rubber animal I encountered... well, lets just say some personalities dont mesh well, and move on...

Rotty messaged me randomly through the flea motel of parasitic websites that Bodisama liked to call "D-CON". Hey look! They do free lettering on latex! OK, I want a shirt with a confession printed on the back of all the ways you have raped the community for a buck...

What came first? "New World Rubbermen" or D-CONS "World Rubbermen"? Consequently the famous New World Rubbermen have changed the name to the Northwest rubber party because of these assholes... Such a wonderful addition to our community...

Parasitic Capitalism at its best. I say we call for an old fashioned boycott, or better yet, lets throw them a nice tea party where we toss these pig fuckers overboard in to Boston Harbor with cinder blocks firmly chained to their testicles...

But I digress...

Where was I?

Oh yes... Rotty....

So this shy pup messages me, comes out to visit, plays in the middle of a party immobilized in full fursuit (See Rotty's Bad Fur Day Vid), and in the process wiggles his muzzle in to our hearts as a very respectful, bright, and enjoyable pup to be around.

So when we were in Portland, visiting friends, Rotty came by and was locked in a cage for a few hours, which by the way I must say is one of the most entertaining things I have ever watched. Left alone as we watched a movie in the other room, he bounced around the cage and stared at the door waiting for a human presence to re-enter.

Every time I poked my head back in to check on him he would get excited and paw through the bars for attention. With the cage lacking any toys, the pillow inside became the focus of play as it was getting pounced on and attacked...

That night showed me that Rotty needs a cage to play in, as he was truly in his element. We chatted some later on that weekend, and I found out that he knew how to weld, and had built cages previously. So he is building me a custom piece, 6.5 feet long, by about 3 feet wide. It will have a restraint bed built in to it, complete with rubber sheets to curl up in...

He also brought me a custom Regulation heavy rubber hooded straight jacket that will be perfect for the cage, an intense "pajama" top that's just begging for me to find matching bottoms.

Rotty has approached me and asked me to train him. Although he is an amazing pup he has a lot of potential he has yet to find.

No answer has been given to him as of yet... Let the pup sweat, and get the pup to understand that decisions are made upon my time and not his...





With That, Visiting time is over.

Whatever you do don't scream to loud, as others are trying to sleep.

~Rubberasylum