Fetish + BDSM Fiction

by: Christian I have been a skinhead since I was in my early teens, over twenty Years! In my hometown there were a lot of skinheads in middle of 80âs. I saw for the first time in my school a classmate of mine wearing green bomberjacket, boots and jeans. He was not a skinhead. I was so attracted in his bomberjacket, so I bought my own. It was a green alpha MA-1. The jacket was expensive. I remember that I went to a toilet and soon I had cum over my new jacket. Soon I bought DM-boots (10-hole) and washed with cloor my really tight Levis 510 and had my own bleched jeans. I did wear my new uniform with proud. I wanted to shave my head to become a real skinhead. In the same time I met a gay who was one or two years older than I was. I hadn’t seen him in some years. I remembered him from my neighborhood as hardboiled gay, almost crazy. He was a youth criminal and stayed over the years in youth institutions time to time. He was the sharpest looking skinhead in my eyes then. He...

by The Milk Man Part 1 Following are my experiences after having answered an internet ad which read: “Are you a chronic masturbator? Do you ever fantasize about being castrated or nullified? Come to the farm and get the milkings of your life - and, maybe, more. You’ll be glad you did!” I answered the ad and was contacted saying that I should be walking in a certain place at a certain time and that I would be picked up and taken to the farm. Of course, I had reservations about this but many times before, I had answered or almost answered ads and chickened out. This time, I was determined to go through with it. The contact had said that I would be given the opportunity to back out after everything was explained to me. So I thought, “What the heck, I’m going for it!” So, I was walking at the specified place and time and a van pulled along side of me, stopped, and a guy got out wearing very tight blue jeans, white tee shirt, and tennis shoes. He was big with lots of ...

This being rubberzone.com, I think I will dispense with disclaimers. The only warning you get is that this involved bondage (of course!), partially non-consentual sex, and more than a little watersports. It is also fantasy, and being such, is likely not -completely- realistically possible, for those who have qualms about such. Sound like fun? Welcome to my world…. —————————————————— Part 1 It had been a long day at work. My supervisors incessant demands and inflexible attitude meant that I had stayed late yet again, the fourth time this week, in order to complete the tasks set out for me. My position didn’t even allow for overtime, and as such, my extra work went unrewarded. I pushed it out of my mind as I unlocked the door to my apartment, not willing to spend even another minute of my own time worrying about what had gone on there. Letting the door slam behind me as I entered, I stripped, the beginning of the nightly ritual I had made for myself. I tossed the button-do...

Author: RubberManSF Have always had the desire to be a 24/7 Rubber slave but REAL life kept interfering with that pursuit till i met Rubber Master or i should say Rubber Master abducted me. It was a fantasy come true but there are times when i still must pinch myself to make sure that it is REALLY happening and that i am not just involved in one of my elaborate fantasies. How did it happen? Well, i am sure that everyone is familiar with the Folsom Street Fair that is help each year in late September in San Francisco. i had decided it was time that i attend such an event in full rubber gear. By “full” rubber, i mean that i would be covered from head to toe in black latex and the only parts of my body that would be exposed would be NOTHING. The hood i chose to wear had pinprick holes so that i could see out but others could not see my eyes. There were holes under each nostril for me to breathe through and the hood had a built in penis gag. Yeah, i realized that it was rat...