My Fellow Inmates,
As you all probably have gathered at this point, Asylum tends to dust off the soapbox when he gets a craw up his butt. Well, I found the craw, removed it, and it was nice with some shallots and a light butter sauce. Just don’t tell Rubberfreak where his dinner came from on his last night here, k? Just between us pervs.
You may be able to devise the nature of this blog by the picture I chose to post along side it… Ok, um, perhaps more accurately the picture I decided to swipe and modify without any permission what so ever then repost upon the site of its origin…
Asylum may need a spanky, but more on that later…
I was chatting with a friend the other day about the new lifetime memberships being offered through this site. The discussion turned to the concept of what timeframe a “lifetime” really is when we speak about websites and what the 275.00 will get you after you pay it.
This was the point the craw got jammed in…
My friend said “Well you don’t have to worry about paying it do you?”
…uh-huh…
Ok, let’s make a few things clear. Asylum is an exhibitionist. I get off by sharing my exploits with others, its one of my kinks and I apologize if we have reached some misconceptions here.
Rubberrebel is good enough to understand this about me, and had enough faith in me to know that by featuring me on his site that he could count on frequent updates of content in the form of Videos, ramblings, stories, and pictures; All because it allows me to satiate my exhibitionist tendencies.
Not only has no offer ever been made to bypass support from me, but I would never accept any such offer were it to be made. Here is why…
We as Guyzingear are a community site, unlike the pigfuckers at recon (I can call them that, they will have to prove in court they are not pigfuckers, and it may be worth the attorney fees just to sneak my cam in there for that one…lol…)
Anyway, unlike the pigfuckers at recon, this site is not aiming to profit off of us. Although if Russell ever gets to the point he is turning a profit off of this group of sites I say we support him all the way. He stood by the Ning site putting up his money so the rest of us could have a place to jerk off, meet, and jerk off again, rinse, wash, repeat…
Roll over Mother Teresa, I nominate Rubberrebel for sainthood… hmm St. Rebel has a certain je ne se qua…no?
Guyzingear gives us the meeting place to do as we please, create what we wish, post all our videos and meet like minded guys without having to keep one hand on our wallet in the process. Up to this point besides the donations of some generous individuals of which Paypal decided they could use elsewhere… that’s a rant for another time though… but up to this point Rebel has been shouldering most the cost himself.
So then, what is a “Lifetime Membership” good for timeframe wise? It is for as long as we allow it, and that’s the bottom line. Without our support sites like this will only stay afloat so long, and the more content we add the heftier the costs to its creators. We owe it to ourselves, and we owe it to Rebel to chip in and truly make this great community grow.
So, with all of this said… Has Asylum given his 275.00 to the cause?
No.
Why?
Welcome to our economy. It is understandable that not all of us can donate at this point. Personally I plan to do so in a few months if it’s still being offered at that time. As I wish to make sure that I always have a platform to place my soapbox on.
And something tells me if you contact Rubberrebel and ask to pay in pieces he very well may work with you.
Besides, if we do this right, imagine what this site will be like in 10 years… For those who have been around long enough compare the RLCL to Rubberzone, and you will understand the evolution I speak.
I look forward to seeing what greatness we can achieve…
Now about that Spanky J
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The courts have decreed; I am not responsible for my actions... With that said...
My Fellow Inmates,
Well, this morning, after six days, Rubberfreak was taken back to the airport on his way home. I must say it is amazing to me that I enjoyed this boy’s company so much, that at the moment, after just getting home from the airport, I am in a piss ass poor mood. Perhaps next time he visits I will break out the welding torch after the locks click… go ahead, get out of them.
On the note of next time, I think I mentioned before that the boy entered into a deal with me… always a dangerous proposition. He brought me a bed-web and 10 locking humane restraints, and in trade he will receive a custom catsuit of my design from it. Though the rules to the game have changed a bit now… After the catsuit is completed and delivered, he knows where I live if he really wants it… It shall be waiting in the playroom. J
Speaking of gear and the bed web and custom pieces, as I mentioned I am in a bad mood and really need to bitch. This boy has a handle on what he is doing, he is handy with a sewing machine, and the parachute that is used in the heat torture electro video (more on that later) was also created by him…
Now, before I go off the deep-end, the two Companies I am speaking of here have had their names blotched out so I can speak freely about them without having to edit myself of which I am not a fan of doing.
I freely admit I am an asshole, and am proud of it. It’s when companies hide behind the fallacy of being supporters of the community that I will kick out that crutch, piss on your shoe, and call it as I see it... just who I am.
With that said, last year at IML I purchased for 500.00 a catsuit from a company who is well known for their leather gear, yet their rubber gear and customer service gives me a good ideas what the “S” stands for.
Now you all know that asylum is a rubber fiend, no bones about that ever. I have purchased from many companies over the years, most of them out of Europe (those Europeans know how to do perversion the right way).
Coming up to IML last may however I found myself without a catsuit that fit anymore, and wanted a smaller one than the one I had hanging in my closet.
Due to the short time frame I contacted this unnamed (Well known, Self Important) company figuring that since I have received such great leatherwork from them over the years with only a modicum of rudeness with my orders, that purchasing a catsuit from them would be a quick way to bypass the wait time that would come with placing an order from one of my normal houses like Cocoon or Regulation.
So I contacted them in March, I figured with IML at the end of May this was more than enough time. I told them I wanted a catsuit with attached gloves, and preferably one thicker than the thinner latex they typically use in their catsuits.
Their one sentence reply: “We do Not Make Inventions” and that was the end of the email.
Now understandably this confused me, as anyone who plays in the community knows someone who has a custom piece by this place. So I wrote back a direct reply to this email stating as much, and explaining that I was not asking for hard work, just a little customization.
This time the letter received back was from a manager there, and explained that they currently had too much to do and they would be happy to help me when they had more time later in the year and they would let me know when they were able to do so.
With this said it is now a year later and I have yet to receive a follow-up letting me know that they are ready to make my suit, huge surprise that they are in business with R***n, do we see any similarities in how they run their businesses and support the community that pays their bills?
So, still wanting a catsuit I decided to wait until the vendor fair at IML and just purchase one directly from there. Surfing around the stands I came across suit after suit. I began to feel like a pervy retelling of the Goldilocks story:
This suit was too thin
This suit was too cheap
And R***n gear? I would rather do fireplay with a napalm buttplug than wear your name across my back... So um, yeah, no.
So by default I gravitated towards the company of my disdain, as many before me had with no other choice for semi-decent gear. I picked out a catsuit and tried it on, it actually fit well, and the paper thin latex was flattering on my frame. Really wanting a new suit I sucked up my pride and paid the 500.00 they were asking and walked away…
Now… with this whole story told, how exactly does this relate to the boy and his ability to make and work on gear? Well, this catsuit is pure trash. As stated before the latex is painfully thin. I can order a suit twice this thick from Cocoon who will proudly stand behind their work for 100.00 less.
This suit has seams that are loose at the wrists and ankles, not bothered to be reinforced. You can see the glue tracks on the inside of the suit at the seams, and the worst offence… They installed a codpiece and did not bother to reinforce the snaps at all. This means every time you attempt to access the dick you must worry about ruining the suit.
For a company of this size and stature this is an unforgivable offence especially if you are going to charge the same price as someone selling good gear. I am going to be sending this catsuit to the boy who is going to have to pop out all the snaps, reinforce them, and reinstall them… and yet this company still had the balls to charge 500.00 for shit work.
If anyone affiliated with this company is reading this, of which I doubt because that would mean that they actually still cared about what people purchasing their gear thought rather than running a quantity based business model over a quality one, and climbing into bed with community raping cash cow cancers the likes of R***n. You may want to tell your owner that there is an open American rubber production scene begging for high end quality gear, and no one has stepped up to fill it yet.
Watch out though, There is a new boy on the block, I can’t say who yet as they wish to fly low at this point, but I have received some of their work, and frankly their rubber gear makes yours look like it came from EBay in comparison.
Heed my warning: Step up, and Step up now… Otherwise your latex side may last long enough to see the “S” stand for Sideswiped.
Then again perhaps I am just cranky and need a nap.
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
Well, this morning, after six days, Rubberfreak was taken back to the airport on his way home. I must say it is amazing to me that I enjoyed this boy’s company so much, that at the moment, after just getting home from the airport, I am in a piss ass poor mood. Perhaps next time he visits I will break out the welding torch after the locks click… go ahead, get out of them.
On the note of next time, I think I mentioned before that the boy entered into a deal with me… always a dangerous proposition. He brought me a bed-web and 10 locking humane restraints, and in trade he will receive a custom catsuit of my design from it. Though the rules to the game have changed a bit now… After the catsuit is completed and delivered, he knows where I live if he really wants it… It shall be waiting in the playroom. J
Speaking of gear and the bed web and custom pieces, as I mentioned I am in a bad mood and really need to bitch. This boy has a handle on what he is doing, he is handy with a sewing machine, and the parachute that is used in the heat torture electro video (more on that later) was also created by him…
Now, before I go off the deep-end, the two Companies I am speaking of here have had their names blotched out so I can speak freely about them without having to edit myself of which I am not a fan of doing.
I freely admit I am an asshole, and am proud of it. It’s when companies hide behind the fallacy of being supporters of the community that I will kick out that crutch, piss on your shoe, and call it as I see it... just who I am.
With that said, last year at IML I purchased for 500.00 a catsuit from a company who is well known for their leather gear, yet their rubber gear and customer service gives me a good ideas what the “S” stands for.
Now you all know that asylum is a rubber fiend, no bones about that ever. I have purchased from many companies over the years, most of them out of Europe (those Europeans know how to do perversion the right way).
Coming up to IML last may however I found myself without a catsuit that fit anymore, and wanted a smaller one than the one I had hanging in my closet.
Due to the short time frame I contacted this unnamed (Well known, Self Important) company figuring that since I have received such great leatherwork from them over the years with only a modicum of rudeness with my orders, that purchasing a catsuit from them would be a quick way to bypass the wait time that would come with placing an order from one of my normal houses like Cocoon or Regulation.
So I contacted them in March, I figured with IML at the end of May this was more than enough time. I told them I wanted a catsuit with attached gloves, and preferably one thicker than the thinner latex they typically use in their catsuits.
Their one sentence reply: “We do Not Make Inventions” and that was the end of the email.
Now understandably this confused me, as anyone who plays in the community knows someone who has a custom piece by this place. So I wrote back a direct reply to this email stating as much, and explaining that I was not asking for hard work, just a little customization.
This time the letter received back was from a manager there, and explained that they currently had too much to do and they would be happy to help me when they had more time later in the year and they would let me know when they were able to do so.
With this said it is now a year later and I have yet to receive a follow-up letting me know that they are ready to make my suit, huge surprise that they are in business with R***n, do we see any similarities in how they run their businesses and support the community that pays their bills?
So, still wanting a catsuit I decided to wait until the vendor fair at IML and just purchase one directly from there. Surfing around the stands I came across suit after suit. I began to feel like a pervy retelling of the Goldilocks story:
This suit was too thin
This suit was too cheap
And R***n gear? I would rather do fireplay with a napalm buttplug than wear your name across my back... So um, yeah, no.
So by default I gravitated towards the company of my disdain, as many before me had with no other choice for semi-decent gear. I picked out a catsuit and tried it on, it actually fit well, and the paper thin latex was flattering on my frame. Really wanting a new suit I sucked up my pride and paid the 500.00 they were asking and walked away…
Now… with this whole story told, how exactly does this relate to the boy and his ability to make and work on gear? Well, this catsuit is pure trash. As stated before the latex is painfully thin. I can order a suit twice this thick from Cocoon who will proudly stand behind their work for 100.00 less.
This suit has seams that are loose at the wrists and ankles, not bothered to be reinforced. You can see the glue tracks on the inside of the suit at the seams, and the worst offence… They installed a codpiece and did not bother to reinforce the snaps at all. This means every time you attempt to access the dick you must worry about ruining the suit.
For a company of this size and stature this is an unforgivable offence especially if you are going to charge the same price as someone selling good gear. I am going to be sending this catsuit to the boy who is going to have to pop out all the snaps, reinforce them, and reinstall them… and yet this company still had the balls to charge 500.00 for shit work.
If anyone affiliated with this company is reading this, of which I doubt because that would mean that they actually still cared about what people purchasing their gear thought rather than running a quantity based business model over a quality one, and climbing into bed with community raping cash cow cancers the likes of R***n. You may want to tell your owner that there is an open American rubber production scene begging for high end quality gear, and no one has stepped up to fill it yet.
Watch out though, There is a new boy on the block, I can’t say who yet as they wish to fly low at this point, but I have received some of their work, and frankly their rubber gear makes yours look like it came from EBay in comparison.
Heed my warning: Step up, and Step up now… Otherwise your latex side may last long enough to see the “S” stand for Sideswiped.
Then again perhaps I am just cranky and need a nap.
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Freaks Cum Out At Night
My fellow Inmates,
I come to you today writing about a dire situation. My current visitor, Patient 001: Rubberfreak, is a hell of a lot more ill than we first thought. His treatment shall need to be stepped up and drastic measures shall need to be taken.
Let me relate the story to you now…
Friday morning we picked the boy up at the airport, where he showed up hauling 50 pounds of gear. After running a whole bunch of errands, we finally made it home and next thing I know the boy bouncing around covered in latex. I must share with you that we were horrified, for we had no idea that the boy’s sickness ran this deep. For a short time I was loss at how to proceed, and then I asked myself…
What would Jesus do?
Deciding that there was some therapeutic basis to the boy assisting in the construction of one of the objects of his treatment; I put him right to work assembling the new table. Upon its completion I figured the best thing for the boy would be to begin with some aversion therapy. He was addicted to rubber, so we were going to give it to him, and in spades.
Slathering up everything but his bare feet in latex; “Bare feet can be very useful when someone is bound and helpless” (This is an excerpt from the recently rediscovered missing papers of Sigmund Freud; written during the oft forgotten about Transgender years). We then began the immobilization process.
After he was thoroughly unable to hurt himself any longer, I focused specifically on the largest issue at hand… The boy has… Well his issue is… Well being as prim and proper as Asylum is I can not bring myself to even say it. So I share with you the following church approved terms in hopes that we can end up on the same page in understanding the dire issue that Asylum is attempting to cure.
Approved Terms For Deviance:
Chilling the crusader, Joshing the hound, Grappling the Elmo, Spit-polishing the electric goo gun, Jerkin' the purple headed warrior, Harping on the one-eyed yogurt thrower, Slap-Boxing the pumpkin,
Squashing the goalie, Whacking the tower of power, Hitting Bubba, Twisting the obelisk, Romancing the squirmin' German, Test-firing the magic one-eyed wonder weasel. Getting in touch with the satin-headed serpent,
Playing ping pong with the purple-headed yogurt pistol, Fisting Jimmy Dean, Bleeding the testicular squatters, Boppin' the single serving soup dispenser, Making like Hans Solo and stroking the obvious, Boxing Kojak, Debugging the wire, Ramming the oompa loompa.
Fastening the chin strap on the helmet of love, sampling the secret sauce, helping put Mr. Kleenex's kids through college, aggravating one eyed postal worker, Patting the Robertson, or blowing Kurt’s brains across the room…
Ok, perhaps the last one hails from the sick recessed trenches of Asylum’s Seattle tinged mind… Guess what, get over it, Courtney got off scot free, and it's over. Right now she is sipping mimosas in her multimillion dollar drug den on the cell with O.J. (in his cell), comparing notes for the sister book to his “How I would have done it”.
Danger severe tangents next 30 miles, now compensating so as to swerve back on the road; basically the tracks on the trains of thought in this clusterfuck one calls grey matter are so corroded from improper use over the years that derailments are common place… be warned.
So where was I?
Ah yes, the boy. After hours of torturous treatments on the table and extended experimentations into mixing poppers with endorphins, the boy was allowed to rest in the sleepsack with a bit gag tightened down on the puffy hood. I will tell you something he found out fairly quickly… This sucks. The hood wants to push it back out and the gag wants to pull back in. It gets sore real quick.
Once on the boy found out it was not coming off easily. The mix of the boy’s whining and the wonderful writhing of the sleepsacked form when Asylum’s fingernails accidently slipped together on the head of his dick multiple times over caused your fair practitioner to have a outburst of his own… all over said boy…
He was very thankful after I cleaned him up that I took pity on him and did not force him to sleep in the gag. This was only due to the fact he had had two hours of sleep the night before. It was my wish that he be rested for the following day’s treatments…
More on that later…
You can see pictures of the boy’s progress in the Rubberasylum group, under events, by choosing Rubberasylum Patient 001: Rubberfreak. I will try to update this daily, and I promise you, there are some very entertaining videos coming down the pike… stay tuned
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
I come to you today writing about a dire situation. My current visitor, Patient 001: Rubberfreak, is a hell of a lot more ill than we first thought. His treatment shall need to be stepped up and drastic measures shall need to be taken.
Let me relate the story to you now…
Friday morning we picked the boy up at the airport, where he showed up hauling 50 pounds of gear. After running a whole bunch of errands, we finally made it home and next thing I know the boy bouncing around covered in latex. I must share with you that we were horrified, for we had no idea that the boy’s sickness ran this deep. For a short time I was loss at how to proceed, and then I asked myself…
What would Jesus do?
Deciding that there was some therapeutic basis to the boy assisting in the construction of one of the objects of his treatment; I put him right to work assembling the new table. Upon its completion I figured the best thing for the boy would be to begin with some aversion therapy. He was addicted to rubber, so we were going to give it to him, and in spades.
Slathering up everything but his bare feet in latex; “Bare feet can be very useful when someone is bound and helpless” (This is an excerpt from the recently rediscovered missing papers of Sigmund Freud; written during the oft forgotten about Transgender years). We then began the immobilization process.
After he was thoroughly unable to hurt himself any longer, I focused specifically on the largest issue at hand… The boy has… Well his issue is… Well being as prim and proper as Asylum is I can not bring myself to even say it. So I share with you the following church approved terms in hopes that we can end up on the same page in understanding the dire issue that Asylum is attempting to cure.
Approved Terms For Deviance:
Chilling the crusader, Joshing the hound, Grappling the Elmo, Spit-polishing the electric goo gun, Jerkin' the purple headed warrior, Harping on the one-eyed yogurt thrower, Slap-Boxing the pumpkin,
Squashing the goalie, Whacking the tower of power, Hitting Bubba, Twisting the obelisk, Romancing the squirmin' German, Test-firing the magic one-eyed wonder weasel. Getting in touch with the satin-headed serpent,
Playing ping pong with the purple-headed yogurt pistol, Fisting Jimmy Dean, Bleeding the testicular squatters, Boppin' the single serving soup dispenser, Making like Hans Solo and stroking the obvious, Boxing Kojak, Debugging the wire, Ramming the oompa loompa.
Fastening the chin strap on the helmet of love, sampling the secret sauce, helping put Mr. Kleenex's kids through college, aggravating one eyed postal worker, Patting the Robertson, or blowing Kurt’s brains across the room…
Ok, perhaps the last one hails from the sick recessed trenches of Asylum’s Seattle tinged mind… Guess what, get over it, Courtney got off scot free, and it's over. Right now she is sipping mimosas in her multimillion dollar drug den on the cell with O.J. (in his cell), comparing notes for the sister book to his “How I would have done it”.
Danger severe tangents next 30 miles, now compensating so as to swerve back on the road; basically the tracks on the trains of thought in this clusterfuck one calls grey matter are so corroded from improper use over the years that derailments are common place… be warned.
So where was I?
Ah yes, the boy. After hours of torturous treatments on the table and extended experimentations into mixing poppers with endorphins, the boy was allowed to rest in the sleepsack with a bit gag tightened down on the puffy hood. I will tell you something he found out fairly quickly… This sucks. The hood wants to push it back out and the gag wants to pull back in. It gets sore real quick.
Once on the boy found out it was not coming off easily. The mix of the boy’s whining and the wonderful writhing of the sleepsacked form when Asylum’s fingernails accidently slipped together on the head of his dick multiple times over caused your fair practitioner to have a outburst of his own… all over said boy…
He was very thankful after I cleaned him up that I took pity on him and did not force him to sleep in the gag. This was only due to the fact he had had two hours of sleep the night before. It was my wish that he be rested for the following day’s treatments…
More on that later…
You can see pictures of the boy’s progress in the Rubberasylum group, under events, by choosing Rubberasylum Patient 001: Rubberfreak. I will try to update this daily, and I promise you, there are some very entertaining videos coming down the pike… stay tuned
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
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