Fetish + BDSM Fiction

by whipmagic Rites of Renewal I am sitting in my cage. Not your typical puppy cage, but one made of heavy black steel bars. With industrial-grade rubber flooring, and secured by a sturdy padlock. Frank never does anything half-assed. I am left here just with my own thoughts. Can’t do anything else – my hands are securely fastened to the harness behind my back, my cock is in a chastity cage, and a rather filling plug locked inside my ass. A stinking motorcycle helmet filled with piss and shit is locked onto my head. I better get used to the smell, as Frank told me. Get ready for my training. The details of which I’m not sure of. His last words to me before he left me alone were that by the end of tonight I’ll be eating his shit with abandon. My training will start with a bang, whatever that means. My mind keeps wandering between the things that I imagine are to come, tonight and beyond, my relationship with Frank, and how I got myself into this purposeful predicament. Yesterday afternoo...

by Encaser Chapter 1 It started late one horny night at my computer when I found a certain rubbermen.com profile: Age 42, Gender Male, Orientation Gay, Race Mixed, Height 6’2”, Weight 190 lbs, Hair Black buzz, Eyes brown. Under scene interests, it said: “Musclehead Bigdicked Demanding Sadist accepting applications for full-time, live-in encasement pig for well equipped dungeon. To qualify for application, you must be a serious bondage masochist, be 25-35 years old and 5’7” to 5’10” in height, weigh between 150 to 165 lbs, have a slim to muscular, athletic, flexible body, and be ready for life as a male slave, prepared to sign an agreement consenting to be my total property. If accepted, you will be kept 24/7 in rubber under my total control. My domination of you with my superior life experience, resources, physical size, strength, and mental capacity will be reinforced with layers of tight rubber encasement and heavy bondage, using leather and metal restraints, immobilization, mummific...

Room 336 Part 1 by Rubberasylum Jason was in trouble... I knew he needed my help, yet I had but one chance to save him. They were now trying to lure me, just like they lured him. I have been told if I ever wanted to see my boyfriend again that I would come and I would come alone. You see, about a month ago, Jason went to play with someone he met on the Internet and never came home. When the police investigated his disappearance they told me Jason had been committed on a judge’s orders… …and I should just move on. In my heart I knew that none of this was true, the night before he left he was so excited, showing me pictures and gushing about the scenes that he had been promised. No one would believe me, and now they were luring me. An envelope came in the mail the other day, with just my name. It had no mailing address and no return address. They knew where I lived. Inside the envelope was a set of keys, a map of the hospital with a pathway marked to room 336, and a set of instructions. ...