My Fellow Inmates,
As I am sure all of you have heard, a piece of our community is gone...
James was one of the nicest guys you would ever have the chance to meet, and for those who know me well, you know I am not just saying that.
While it is true that as of recent years it was well known that you were better off having someone with you when you played with Jim, because there was a good chance he could very well fall asleep on you while he had you all trussed up...
When I originally met him, Jim was still on his game, and a top to be reckoned with...
You see, I was barely 22, and I had spent the majority of my early years behind my computer screen drooling over James Bond's Divers and Dungeons Site. His images were my solis in my early days. an answer to the question, am I alone in this?
In fact, it was some of Jim's imagery years before in an issue of Rubber Rebel magazine, as I wandered randomly through a bondage store at 16 years old... (that a friend took me to as according to him, I would never believe the sick crap they had here)... It was some of his imagery, in the Divers issue, that gave me a starting point on which to define my random feelings, giving me my path, and even started helping me to begin to deal with the concept of "gay".
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Push many years later, in 2001, I had a Master, who I was training under, who directed me to join him and his boy to delta.
While there I began talking to random people and hit a moment where I found myself saying... "wait... YOU'RE JAMES BOND?"
Jim laughed... he thought that was fantastic, the fantasy based name recognition from the net...
The problem was my Sir had filled by dance card... before I knew Jim was there... I had no time available to play with him... yet we hung out and chatted for quite a while through the free time I had.
Then came the Saturday afternoon. I was swimming in the pool in my Lycra singlet when Jim piled his car up and began unloading gear. I, along with the other boys all crowded around him as he held up a dive suit and let me know it would look good on me.
I hung my head a bit as I knew I would not be able to play...
"Who are you playing with right now?" he asked.
I told him the gentleman's name...
"Go tell that old coot you are playing with me now." he replied. "He wont mind."
Naive as the day was long, I went running to this other top and advised him that James Bond wanted me, and I would be playing with him... Jim had guts... In this day and age I would have been pissed as that top... and that boy would have been on my out list :)
I am sure though at that time I was... though I was not concerned in the least... I was going to play with James Bond...
I got back down to the pool deck just in time for someone else to snag the supralite/Viking combo... I was less than thrilled at this, but Jim smiled and let me know he still had plans for me, as he pulled out a vintage rig and told me to suit up...
I was dragged out to the center of the pool and promptly hogtied... underwater bondage, something I had only dreamed about, read about, and it was all coming true...
This was the ultimate trust, I was stuck. one small hose was my line to the top, and Jim kept turning that off...
They also began flipping me around, under the water, proving that the air pocket would shift to the feet if you were face down. It was intense to say the least.
After I was dragged out, James left the helmet attached, shut off the air, and I wasn't allowed any more until I came. I nearly passed out on that deck. I was on my knees and all was going black when the orgasm finally came.
Afterwards I was dropped in a podsuit, and it was the other boy's turn...
May years later I was talking to Crewbiker from Chicago, online, and he says to me "You know we have met"..
I Said "We have? How..."
He replied "Look at your last James Bond Picture... You are sitting on my face."
Small world :~)
Later on that evening James and I found time to play again... but that's a story for another time...
You shall be greatly missed, our community is now left with another hole to fill... But with the chance of sounding tacky, considering our communities recent history, I am happy... no thrilled, that one of us got to see life all the way through...
...And Jim lived life his way, by his rules, as he wanted it. A full life... who could ask for more?
With That, Visiting Time Is Over.
~Rubberasylum
Damn, this makes me want to get a hydro-glove suit.
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