Saturday, April 24, 2010

They Say 21 is Gonna be a good Year...

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 :)


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.


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.


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.


Friday, April 16, 2010

The Perfect Candid Photograph

This was sent to me today. It was posted on someone else's blog, and I am unaware of the author, I will be honest, but I must share as it is such a great pic of James being James... With me attacking Rubberfreak in the background :)

Enjoy, I shall post an all new blog soon



Sunday, April 11, 2010

The First Aquala Bondage Suit Video

My Fellow Inmates,

A friend of mine told me that I should pack the Aquala bondage suit away, and never use it out of the fear of damaging one of the most amazing peices to leave Devil Dog Rubber's Workshop.

James told me that this peice would become the bane of my existance, as it is a nightmare to clean, and everybody who steps foot in my playroom is going to want to wear it...

I for one wish to be able to prove him right. Switch the situation, and James would have never stored an amazing peice. It was made for play, and to be played hard in.

In this scene I actually caused a friction burn in the grey rubber outer over the crotch... battle scars... the first of many I am sure...

And now the new Video:

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The Bastardization of the term "Sir"

My Fellow Inmates,

I was sitting here today, replying to a boy who messaged me, and he got me thinking about this simple word that is so lost in meaning anymore that it could be interchangeable with the word "Smurf"

The boy, upon initial contact writes: "Hello Sir, how are you doing Sir, I would like to meet you Sir."

Now understand this is someone I have never spoken to, doesn't know me from Adam, and has no sense of respect for me at all beyond the fantasy built by the pictures and profile posted.

When I advised him that he was not to call me Sir until I earned it, and that he should call me Dan, his next reply was "Thank you Dan, I still would like to meet you Dan, I am a eager boy Dan..." etc....

Umm, ok... Lets go back to Sir....

I guess in my mind Sir is a term of respect that should be earned before it is given.

Respect, yes... A simple yet lost concept of our ever changing world.

In the old guard scene, where incidentally I was trained by my Master many many years ago, Sir is a term used for any Top, and like the court system, there is a pecking order, anyone in their leather drag is to be called Sir as you would rather be wrong in assuming they are a Top, than foolishly make the other assumption.

This is a world where forgetting to call a Top "Sir", or even serving a drink or a meal to the wrong Top in the order that they should be served based upon their Seniority could cause a boy to receive severe punishments. It takes a certain mindset and a drive all its own, the craving to be property, where the fantasy only ever turns off behind closed doors and that is still only if your Top allows it.

To be fair, whenever I see my former Master I still call him Sir from time to time, he has earned it. Not so much from his fantastic Cane collection as the fact that he earned my trust rather than commanding it.

In the new guard we tend to be more relaxed, the old guard mentality type relationships still exist, but the considerations of the boy seem to be more prevalent. A pup may be locked in his cage for an extended period of time, but the fantasy inevitably always ends. The term "Sir" is less commonly used, and tends to be most powerful when you mean it...

Perhaps that's it...


When we play, and play hard with a boy who feels true respect and trust in you, truly submissive to you, there is then power in that word. A term of endearment, a sign of respect.

We don't play tie up games, it goes deeper than that. Mental anguish and taxation stacked upon the bondage and gear that holds you. The level of trust in the one in control dictates how far that scene can go.

This can take a long time to achieve with a boy. Bodisama used to say that wavering consent in a scene was fine and natural, and although James liked to mess with peoples minds, even he knew that without initial trust you can only take the mind so far.

Accepted futility...

Sparky and I were playing at the party in February where I did my bouncing clothespin scene with him. this is a very mentally taxing scene. Pain and pleasure being communicated from the same area on the body in waves at the same time as the clothespins bounce in rhythm with the Venus. At one point, after he came twice, and I was fucking with the clothespins, he yelled out "Take them the fuck off already!". At that point, I was already aware that they hurt like a son of a bitch. Sparky trusts me, this I know. Though we were in the middle of a party, and if I would have said no and kept pushing, I would have broke that wall and taken him deep.

I didn't though. a group gathering is not a place to a puddle of boy mind to form. Sparky is one of many that I know that knows better than to use the term of Sir lightly...

Though If I would have taken him there, I guarantee it would have come out of his mouth, and I would have been honored, as I have been in scenes we have played that have taxed him mentally and physically.

What makes this different than any other boy? Sparky is a Top who I introduced to full rubber play 10 years ago. We have a strong connection, and Sparky calls very few people Sir.

If a pup speaks with a dog hood on, I know there is a problem. If a boy that respects me in his heart, calls me by first name during play, I know there is a problem. Why insult me when you don't know me to try to earn my favor by calling me a term you don't truly feel?

True no safe word play has to be carefully moderated. There is always a safeword, weather its spoken, the top is reading the bottom's body language, or its all based on the dick's reaction. None of us would just trompse over someone else's wishes, as we don't wish to end up in handcuffs at the end of the scene.

No matter how hot the scene in the process may be.

Whereas when you have earned complete trust, wavering consent in a scene can happen where the whole of the scene ends up an amazing journey. Where the boy is thrilled to drop to his knees and call you Sir at the completion of his travels. This is powerful for both parties involved.

Submission past the fantasy, the realization of dreams, and the only way the boy knows how to show the ultimate form of respect, to belay his heart in a term of true submission.

I think its time we rethought the meaning and usage of this term.

Of course I could be wrong...

Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep


Friday, April 2, 2010

A Eulogy for Bodisama

James was an amazing man,

I was lucky enough to count him as one of my friends, someone that you could count on to tell you how it was even if the truth carried barbed spikes. It was refreshing to know a soul that I could connect with so well that was honest to a fault.

This often caused him differences with people, as we in life tend to be so fake, avoid the truth and what rests inside us at all costs.

The sad part is that James was usually right on what he had to say, he just would tell us things that we didn’t want to hear, didn’t want to face, and didn’t want to attest to. He would happily point these out to us.

He lived his life with the attitude that life is too fucking short, just deal with it and move the fuck on.

Jay and I were lucky enough to host a party 4 weeks ago that James attended. Curling up with him in bed those four nights was so heartwarming to me as one of the main reasons he attended that weekend is that him and I had some differences of our own to work out, which we did.

And I am so grateful for that.

This is a loss that hits our whole community. James was tops at his game. In play he could draw out parts of us that we didn’t even know we were capable of, and in business he was re-writing the whole rubber scene.

He often would sit and giggle to himself; of which I called his "self satisfied laugh", he liked that, said that no one had pegged it so well before. He was insanely bright, and his mind moved a mile a minute.

James is one of the reasons I write. While talking with him one day, he asked to see the first chapter of my (still unfinished) novel. After reading it he told me that he would be really pissed if I never finished it. Very few people’s opinions matter to me in this world.

His did.

That is one thing I will say that I am officially sorry that I could never make him understand, how much he meant to me. James tended to be disappointed in the world, in people. He told me that most people he had ever trusted had disappointed him. I asked him last month, as we sat over dinner, the night I took him to the airport if he trusted me...

He told me he didn’t trust anyone.

I love you James, as a friend, as a person. I will miss our chats and your thoughts on life, the community, gear, and play.

I thank you for your selfless side you showed me by your creation of my Aquala suit that I hold so dear, and now will even more, as you refused to accept a dime because I did something for you and you needed to repay me.

I thank you for being there for me on the night of Gummidawg's passing, when he was to be there to play with me the next day; even though my attempts to be there for you through Bostoncuir & TiedupUK's passing’s were clunky at best as I had no idea what to say.

I thank you for singlehandedly pulling me out of my shell after my 5 year abusive relationship ended, and painfully pointing out to me the broken parts that I still needed to heal that were dug deep inside me that I didn’t know even existed.

And I thank you for helping me find the Top I am today, though perhaps not up to your standards, It was nice to see your smile of approval at the party when I had a boy on the edge of cracking...

My former master told me many years ago when the first person I cared for died on me, that it was hard for him to get too emotional anymore since he lived through the HIV crisis of the 80's and 90's where his friends were dropping like flies, and he was forced to build a hard shell.

In many ways I understand where he was coming from, but your passing touches me deep and hard, as I really don’t know how to say good-bye.

I guess the easiest way is just to say it...

You will be deeply missed, and I hope some day I can feel in my heart that I have met your standards.

As much as I am sure that Religion's view of things is complete Bullshit, and yes I know you shall agree, if on the off chance that they do have it right, I hope to see you soon.

Save me a place by the fire :)


Thursday, April 1, 2010

Why the Asylum Blog Moved

My Fellow Inmates,

Many have asked me if I shall still be blogging, and why my blog on Guyzingear just kind of up and died.

Although I support Russell in everything his is doing, the blog section of the guyzingear site has been broken for the last 3 months. I have been patient and waited, sadly as much as I hated to leave his site the need and want to share my thoughts, videos, and perversions was much more prevalant.

So I have now moved to Blogspot, and am in the process of moving my archived posts from the last 2 years.

I wish Guyzingear the best, and although I do not wish to cause any annimosity between Russell and I, I do wish to continue to blog.

Take Care, and carefull not to scream too loud as others are trying to sleep.