My Fellow Inmates...
(The Following snippet is from 4/24)
At the moment I sit here and wait for Nikolai to arrive. A 21 year old newbie rubber boy/furry, and though his furry side intrigues me... Its the rubberboy I look forward to attackin... uh, meeting :)
I find that this is always a good way to start a weekend. Except for the fact that I told him to be here at 11:00am, and Jay doesn't get home from work til 5-6pm... and wants to meet him...
Hopefully the boy doesn't have any plans, and we can keep him incarcerated all day... But hey, he is 21, they can cum 7-10 times right? Oh, to be that age again :)
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So he showed up while I was blogging, surprisingly enough he was a hard cum, who would have thought. At that age you even looked at my dick with me bound in rubber I would have made a ungodly mess.
That was very much my expectation.
Do not get me wrong, we had a very good time as I discovered that anything that moved fast on his cock made him very sensitive, though the menthol I put on his dick before adding the Venus may not have helped any (EVIL GRIN)
This was an exploratory scene with a new boy, looking for limits of which I didn't scratch on this one...
I really look forward to his return.
As for more Current news, I Just Learned I shall be at IML This year. I am looking forward to it. I should be fairly easy to spot though, just look for the boy in tow in the Aquala suit :)
With That Visiting Time is over.
Take Care, and Whatever you do don't scream too loud, as others are trying to sleep.
~Rubberasylum
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
A Breath Of Fresh Air...
My Fellow inmates,
Today, I did something that in my mind is unprecidented... I threw the door all the way open, and posted the link to this blog in my facebook page for all my high school classmates and co-workers to see.
To tell you the truth it is actually a bit refreshing...
So I welcome those new readers who have wandered over and know absolutly nothing about who I truly am. I word of caution though... As much as you may find intrest in what I have to say, as a glimpse in to a world foreign to you, you may wish to avoid the videos that are posted from time to time unless you wish to view gay fetish bondage play.
At 18 years old I told my mother I was gay, she told my father. His response to her was that he could beat the fuck out of her for doing this to me. So I got angry, these close minded pricks needed to know me or get the fuck out of my life...
So I ambushed them, every one of them...
My brother, Jonas, was a homophobe. I had the most fun with him. I waited until he was at work one day, where he was a manager at a bowling alley (one of his first jobs), and I came in pulled him aside and told him I was a gay man who liked to be tied up in rubber and tortured... by the way... have a nice day... and I walked out, leaving him there with his jaw on the ground with a shift still left to work.
My Dad cornered me one night, when he found out I was smoking, granted I was 18 and could do what I wanted, but he was very controlling, and was determined to take charge...
"Dan, do you smoke cigarettes?" he asked me
"Yes, I do" I replied.
"Do you smoke Pot?" He asked
"Yes, I do." I said again, "And I have done bondage porn films, any more questions?"
I never thought that I could ever leave my father at a loss for words. Even though that battle was won, the war is still being fought :)
Incidently, The picture above is from some of the porn work I did with Ropedweb many many years ago... I have a whole file of it, I shall share it as we go on.
As I have explained to my readers before, life is too fucking short. High School was the biggest travesty for me, being a gay kid who couldnt figure himself out from a bumfuck town that didnt accept differences.
So I am done. This is me. I hope you are offended, I hope you concider me a fucking queer that will burn in hell for eternity. I hope you click away in disgust. You know why? because it just shows me how right I was so many years ago in my innitial knee jerk summation of the intellegince levels of the people of South Whidbey...
By the way, I have recreated Jesus on the cross except he was wearing a latex catsuit, and hooded in a gasmask. He was on limited air as his cock and balls were being electrocuted... Hallelujah!
God I am an asshole...
With that, Visiting time is over.
Whatever you do, don't scream to loud as others are trying to sleep.
~Rubberasylum
Sunday, April 18, 2010
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
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
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