Monday, October 17, 2016

The Hellfire Chronicles: Chapter 1 "The Prologue"

My Fellow Inmates,

I would like to present to you a whole new type of tale. A Love Novel of Furries, Rubber Puppies, Death, Bondage & Retaliation.

Its currently 300 pages long...

As I get to editing the chapters I will share more...

But for now.... lets begin....


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PROLOGUE:

Senator Joseph Chamberlain
Chairman Special Congressional Investigatory Commission
Project Hellfire.




Senator Chamberlain,

I will first have to ask you to forgive me for the accounts you are about to read, and my actions in response described herein are truly evil. I understand this now, for although the chemical restraints can alleviate my emotional turmoil, the blood of my crimes shall forever stain my soul. 

I have thought long and hard on this matter, Senator, and I am afraid that I am going to have to decline your offer. Though the mentions of immunity are truly appreciated, My father  raised to believe that no matter what happens in the ethereal plane,  it is only a matter of time before I will be judged by a higher court than even appointable by you, and on that day my crimes will not be yours to forgive. 

I have decided, as I am sure you have been advised, to cooperate in any manor necessary to aid in your investigation into this matter to ensure that no one else gets hurt, and that justice finds the proper criminals accountable for their actions no matter how far up the chain they may fall. It may be a bit foolish of me, but if there is even the slightest chance that my salvation may lie in righting the wrongs I have wrought, then I am going to grasp at every chance I get to do so. For  that, I thank you for allowing me this chance to tell my tale.      

It all began for me about ten years ago, I was young and unaware. Circumstances forced me under the guidance of influential people who persuaded me into the belief that there was such thing as a ‘sensible’ response to a senseless action. I followed blindly, conditioned from a young age to strive for the greatness and glory of a pawn, never to want for more. 

I often wonder why it seems that no one listened when Mary Shelly explained what happens when you attempt to tamper with nature’s design. Are we foolish enough to believe that another human life, with individual thoughts and ideals, can ever be considered one hundred percent loyal? That this supposedly lesser form will never ask questions, never dream, never learn the truth, and by doing so never turn on those that hold control? 

I can understand that you might find my ramblings a little hard to follow or comprehend, and for this I must apologize, but please keep in mind that you have no idea of who I am or what I am truly capable of. Rest assured, Senator, that no one, not even I, had any idea of the kind of lust for vindication that even a small taste of death’s delicious delights can incite within the heart.

Medical science shows that severe emotional trauma can truly change a man. Night into day, black into white, Jekyll into Hyde sort of thing. Early sociological experiments, that some would have us believe ended over fifty years ago, proved this so effectively that it made the condemnation of the Third Reich the worldwide bandwagon of the times. Horrors that, long after we proudly proclaimed Nazism to be a neutralized threat, have been blatantly perpetuated by many regimes without intervention or even the slightest hint of media damnation.

Why is that?

The tortures at Abu Ghraib were only considered an embarrassment because the security was lax enough to allow someone to slip through with a camera. Can you honestly say that if the media nipple had not popped out, to this day similar treatment of prisoners would be considered anything more than standard operating procedure? I find it funny how the American Monarchy has always seemed more interested in beautifying the field on the next block over than dealing with the poisonous weeds growing in their own back yard. After all,  it is our own governmental branches seeding the property. 

No, It is easier the shape perception by controlling the truth, and thereby controlling the populous.  

The way I see it, the human mind is constructed similarly to that of a well-crafted bomb. Everyone has that one button, that one line that once crossed can transform a law abiding nobody in to a psychopath hell-bent on revenge. Everyone, end of story. How about you Senator? Have you ever considered that thought? What in your life is so precious to you that, if removed, only blood will repair the damage that has been done?

Believe you me Death loves to talk; Thanatos, Mortis, the Grim Reaper, whatever you wish to call him, he is potentially the greatest and the most persuasive of  problem solvers, yet his solutions never tend to be pretty.

Does this all sound unreasonable, possibly a bit paranoid, or delusional? Perhaps, yet I heard those voices on that day, as I watched Jonathan struggle for air, for his life, while he was being brutally raped, and at that moment those voices were making perfect fucking sense.

~Dante


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Next Chapter Soon

With That,Visiting Time Is Over.

What Ever You Do Don't Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

 ~Rubberasylum

Friday, August 12, 2016

The Amazing Kink photography of Puppy Stryker

My Fellow Inmates,

I must apologize for my silence yesterday. I got caught up in writing a novel... Yup... more to come on that. But for now, Lets take a look at something truly amazing,,,,

The kink Photography of Puppy Stryker. This time he chose puppy and I as his subjects,,,,















With That, Visiting Time Is Over.

What Ever You Do Don't Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

 ~Rubberasylum

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Welcome to 2011!!

My Fellow Inmates,

I realized today that on Monday I kind of sideswiped you all with my writing again... Suddenly I was here, then suddenly I was gone. Then suddenly I was back like it was 2011.

Pull up a chair, 'mind the dust, we abandoned this place almost 6 years ago

Its fantastic, you know... This is where we started. Take a look at the listed blogs and advertisers. Many don't exist anymore. We expanded. Rubberasylum.net was a resource for the community for years... And now all that exists is a blank Wordpress page.

The hows and the whys of the eventual demise of the website are truly unimportant. What came of it is 5 years of pictures and videos gone in the blink of an eye, It is a shame. We shall recover what we can and then begin making anew.

Monday I was playing around on the net and found one of my old pictures. I clicked on it to see where it was posted. It lead me here. A long forgotten site I figured was deleted many many years ago, hidden behind a redirect.

I asked a pup friend of mine to break the redirect for me, and he did. What I found, though showing its age quite a bit, is an interesting look at the first 4 years of my blog, from 2009-2011.

Wow, how far I've come.

Its been 3 years since I have written a blog and in those same three years, I have lived lifetimes. I have a lot to say and to me writing is truly cathartic.

It seems to me that this is the most apropos place for me to begin again.

Ill get to updating things a bit when I feel like it. I kind of like the Nostalgia of it all.

With That, Visiting Time Is Over.

What Ever You Do Don't Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

 ~Rubberasylum

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Kink Shaming

My Fellow Inmates,

Tonight I would like to talk about a subject that is a misunderstood and potentially lethal weapon in our community.

I speak of course on Kink Shaming.

For those of us who may not know, this is the practice of someone who had to come to terms with their own inner kink feels, playing the high school bully role and taking out the parts of their personal feels that don't sit well with them, upon another they feel has a lesser kink.

...and to you, my good Sir, let me just say, you are a spiteful motherfucker.

This post may hit a bit deeper than normal, because until you have a friend take their own life... End such a beautiful existence simply because someone else felt it their right to fuck with such a fragile balance in another mind....

I invite you to step back from your ego, your own personal id, for two seconds. Now, kids, analyze yourself. come on, do it,...

Take your time, I'll wait...

What do you see?

Perhaps a human that has some odd want to dress up as an animal to satiate an otherwise lost libido?

Bondage maybe?

Now lets take a look at how messed up this psychology is:

As Mammals, we all have one thing in common with our animal brethren: Fight or flight. Survival instinct. We are supposed to question the intents of other creatures. In the animal kingdom, paranoia is a trait of those that live full lives.

But we have been bred to be sheep. No different than the pets you keep at home. You feed them because they cant feed themselves, and as the property of our governments they also feed us when we cant be self sustaining, its called food stamps.

We have been fed the notion that this world is safe, this world is peaceful, and somehow billions of different head-spaces and thought processes can live in an "Its a small world" reality of coexistant harmony...

Well, Kids, this is the fucking Savannah, and sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but there be Hungry Lions out there.

Yet as with the animal kingdom we form our packs. We trust another who trusts a 3rd, and it creates a spiderweb of people that support each other due to similar traits, be it you have the same marking patterns as the other deer, or you like to be covered in cow hide while a hairy man shoves his dick up your pooper, and beats you with a dead possum while singing "Fair my god to thee".

Sexy right?

...back to bondage

Come 13 years of age your dick wakes up one day and due to whatever kind of early childhood trauma, says "Hi, I'm your erection. I demand you break all trust boundaries that you would otherwise never do, and put yourself in situations that could hypothetically result in your death... With humans you call friend, yet never actually know what honestly happens in their mind... just so I can be satiated.

Logical & smart in so many ways, right?

Oh wait... perhaps your dick said you wanted breath play...

Lets take an essential bodily need, and fuck with it.... next comes starvation & dehydration play...

Or perhaps your brain connected earlier... much earlier.

Most boys I have played with who are in to diapers I have asked the same question of... not judgmental, but an honest attempt to find out why we like this kink.

Like all kinks, there is no defining trait, no socioeconomic tie that says "Person x will crave diapers sexually"

What I have found however is a very common tie. Many cubs are boys who really didn't get to experience those first 10 years in full, as a kid, due to asshole adults fucking up their childhood.

Yup... no seriously, really.

So please remember, while you hate on another's kink, which to anyone reading this, would be someone who walked their own path of self acceptance... Please understand. I realize that some kink concepts are hard to deal with, and as we get in to the more taboo bodily fluids, we are predisposed to cringe at them. Trust me, I was a pathology assistant for years. first time I cut in to a human body, *Bam* out like a light. lol, thank god I didn't fall on the scalpel =P

But we need to realize that the psychology of kink is a multifaceted one.

Take a look at furry for example. From my perspective, furry is a sexual community that has a few sticks in the mud. From Kage's perspective I'm sure it the absolute opposite. Yet not a single one of us can explain the actual mental pathing to the why, and we all know at its heart its supper silly.

So why do we do this? Why would someone who would get hard peeing on a boy in full rubber hate on a boy that wants to piss on himself in a diaper? why would we want to ever push someone who should be an accepted member of our community to the point they would want to take their own life rather than live with who they really are?

Why?

I guess high school never does fucking end does it?

With That, Visiting Time Is Over.

What Ever You Do Don't Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

 ~Rubberasylum

Monday, August 8, 2016

Drama... My God the drama....

My Fellow Inmates,

Guess Whos Back,...
Back again...
Asylums back....
Tell a friend...
Guess whos back,
Guess whos back,
Guess whos back,
Guess whos back....

Awawahwohwahwhowahwhowahwhowah...

I created a monster
Cause Nobody wants to see Dan anymore
They want Asylum
I'm Chopped Liver....

Hi kids, did you miss me? What has uncle Asylum been up to in the last few years?

Holy ever loving fucking shit!!!!

....and that about sums that clusterfuck up... as we move on in to futureworld I welcome you to pat those on the head that say awful things about me, and thank them for rounding out my reputation. Ohhhh.... what a scary bad man I am.... Did you believe it?

So, on to our subject du jour: "Drama"

Drama is a problem, and it is the heart of the problem with the Kink & Furry communities.

We are too close...too interconnected....

I mean really....

So lets say someone peed on my carpet... lets call this someone "Fucktardpaws". Ok, So Fucktardpaws soiled my adored carpet with his dog juices. So I'm now mad at Fucktardpaws, because....well god dammit that was a nice carpet... I mean you had to see it.... and now it smells like Gary Busey...

Sigh...

But I digress...

No matter whatever the fuck happened between me and Gary Bu... uh... Fucktardpaws, well, frankly sweetie, its none of your fucking business...

Or thats how it should be, right?

However

In the kink cultures we have a tenancy to cling close to others like us. We hear all, we see all, we devour all. Our peers lives our ours... and we like to talk.... oh, man, does the kingdom of the kink hens love to talk...

lol

I was telling a friend the other day how Drama is so much more entertaining when you are watching it from the outside. Unfortunately between my experimental period with Amphetamines and my really burning want to be skinny,,, well, I guess I kind of got away from myself in a drug fueled blur...

Hoo daddy was I a drama magnet...

Well no fucking more. Look, love me or hate me there are just way too many of you. No longer can I be as open as I used to, and this is just a fact of life. Lets face it kids, to continue to do what I do, I have to close down a bit. I got a few Stalkers that keep my focus. Hell, one even asked my ex for my cell phone number. I cant say that made me feel all warm and squishy. Lol!

But once again, back to drama...

Drama is not central to just furry, or AB, or Rubber, or leather... Drama is a problem in all of our communities

God why do I get a mental image of Sarah MacLachlan & that fucking "Arms of the angel" right at this moment?

Its a fair issue if you think about it. As humans we all fear those who are unlike us. Sorry to boil down the race, creed, sex, sexual orientation issue in to such simple terms, but a gay man who has to not only have to come to terms with furry, and then kink, and then a multitude of sub-genres of such calling a babyfur "Gross"... can anyone seriously make heads or tails of this stuff?

We have a lot of exploration left to do here, kids, so I'm back...

And this time I'm hoping I'm back to fucking stay.

But for now we need sleep. So until next time...

With That, Visiting Time Is Over.

What Ever You Do Don't Scream Too Loud As Others Are Trying To Sleep.

 ~Rubberasylum
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