Pictures: Underwater Bondage with James Bond

Day 12/365... Beginning to feel my old self again... One more important emotional bridge to cross...

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.

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

~Rubberasylum

A Eulogy for Klaus w/ Pictures & Videos

Day 11/365... Playing again...Starting to get my old feistyness back... this should help...

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

Video: The Trials and Torments of a Rubber Sub #3

My Fellow Inmates,

After 2 months off, Asylum has his first new video...

The footage was actually taken at our August party where Rottie helped us out with so much he deserved a nice reward for all his help. We had never played hard and deep before this point, we were still exploring at that time.

At the point this video was shot the dog was still unable to cum by my hand... we have since fixed that, but as you can see towards the end I allowed him a paw, and just as he got close I took it back...

Wait a second... Was that Asylumcat's voice that bled through the static at the start of the video... Oh, god no... I am starting to lose control of the Personas...

I hope you enjoy :)






With That, Visiting Time Is Over.

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

~Rubberasylum