My Fellow Inmates,
I am tired of being nice. I am tired of being good. I am tired of not being able to allow a member of our community the respect he deserves due to the family having their chance to grieve. Well guess what. I have waited, I have been good, I waited 4 months and played the good little house boy while the family got their shit in order...
I stopped playing, I hurt, and I tried to come to terms with something I had no outlet for...
So...
I am done, you made your videos and wrote your Eulogies... The gloves are back off... It's my turn now.
Mike deserves this, weather you understand or not.
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In early October, a friend and playmate, Klaus, was found after a self play accident regarding Ethyl Chloride.
He was only 23.
I met Mike a year ago. He started to message me through Recon, he was coming to Seattle for training with his new job and wanted to meet. He had contacted a mutual friend first, and since he wasn't available he sent Mike in my direction. Now typically I do not answer profiles without pictures, after having a long history of bad luck with them. So I did not respond, and after about the sixth or seventh message I relented and replied...
It turned out that he was just in town for the evening, had a few hours free, and wanted to know if he could come over... but he didn't have a car... and he was staying in a hotel an hour away from my home... and it was 9pm already... and he had to be back at 6am the next morning...
Its funny, normally I would have said no thank you as I had to work the next morning as well, but since I was travelling in to Seattle anyway to buy a motorcycle suit from craigslist I told Mike I would pick him up on my way home as long as he was waiting outside the hotel...
I had no idea what he looked like... I had no idea what he was in to... and I had no idea of his sanity levels...
In other words, I am not really sure why I was there :)
When I pulled up at the hotel this cute chubbyish blond boy hopped in my car... We chatted on the way home about his past experiences with a master he had been in Idaho, and how he was fine with pain play bondage and gear, yet his attention stayed half transfixed on the leather suit in the back seat... I knew then what would happen when we got home...
He had never played like this before, he ate it up, I learned quickly he was a hair trigger, as he came while the clothespins we being applied... He learned quickly I love hair triggers, as I tortured his sensitivity until he was ready to go again... he was 22 at the time, his rebound was insane, I was loving this.... He came again under the supervision of the milker. We worked so well together, Top and Bottom, that I never even though of grabbing the video Camera.... This time :)
After I let him up, and he sailed back down off of cloud 9, we went and joined my Partner in the hot tub, Klaus had a drink, and gushed about play and how he wanted to come back soon...
Yet his new job kept him, away until May when he flew back again just to visit and play...
On his return the goal was to see how many times he could cum and punish him for doing so in between each one... He made it nine times, we took his mind to the edge... The video follows his difficult new experience. A lot was being asked, it was very taxing on him, as you can listen to him lick the edge of the brink at the end...
After the camera stopped rolling we had a long aftercare session where I talked him back down... He was amazed by the things he felt, and he said that the next time he came out he wanted to go farther... he wanted to know what existed on the other side of that brink...
Klaus was in the process of reaching out to well known tops who are known for being difficult to take, all over the United States. He wanted to explore, he wanted to feel, we had awoken something within him that yearned to be satiated...
Unfortunately he lived in Boise Idaho. which made his resource base limited at best.
He had a plan to come back out one on one, later in the fall so we could go farther, much farther, in to the deep exploration or his mind...
But first he attended our August Play party.
As always he climbed in to his favorite motorcycle suit that I got on our first meeting
This was before Klaus decided to take on Macabail on a double Venus challenge :)
Mike had plans to come back and visit, so he could play in deeper explorations into his own self. Unfortunately as has been a pattern in our community as of recent, Mike decided to play hard by himself.
He was a great kid...
If any boys who read this who like to play by themselves take anything from my postings, please take this... I can count 5 people I knew in the last two years that died of self play accidents, and as I have said before, I almost did, multiple times...
We play hard here, between experianced players who know what they are doing and know their limits. Life is never a guarentee though...
Play safe, please... Mike mill be missed, yet his name gets added to a long list of people in our community whos lives ended early, for a thrill...
A thrill...
Its not worth it.
He is, and shall be missed.
With That, Visiting Time Is Over.
What Ever You Do Don't Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.
~Rubberasylum
