Fetish + BDSM Fiction

The surplus store had the standard red white and blue painted sign out front, "Army Surplus, Buy/Sell/Trade". Paul had come looking for another M17 gasmask when his old one, a gift from a past Rubber master, had been stolen out of the back of his car. Wearing tight black leather pants that outlined his tight ass, and helped his waist and upper body in his t shirt have that muscular look, his outfit was finished off with black biker, he appeared to be a normal twenty-something ready to go clubbing. Scissoring his legs with nervous expectation, hoping that this store would have the mask that held so many strong rubber memories for him, he knew that there was much more to him than the glossy exterior seen by most men and women. Paul was a secret slave to latex bondage. Even now, his cock and balls were sweaty and hard inside the tight black rubber underwear he wore under his leather pants. He sighed, and moved forward, pushing open the door with the sound of metal jangling....

By Aquala Guy Re-post from http://metalbond.thumblogger.com/ Part One This work is entirely a piece of fiction, and written from the author’s fantasy. Names used are strictly an indication of the author’s fantasy men, and are not in any way a reflection or indication of the proclivities of any person besides the author. No inference should be made about anyone, except that the author is waiting for the day when he really does get a piss hood locked on his head. For years I have wanted to find out what it would be like to have a piss hood locked on my head with no way of removing it, and feeling the discomfort of the piss gag build the longer I wear the hood. I’ve known that wearing the hood would automatically mean that I’d be drinking piss, and I’m cool with that … I mean, what sense does it make to lock a piss hood on if it’s not going to get used, right? Otherwise you may as well just have a plain old boring gag in your mouth. There’s no fun in that. For the past couple...

by Unknown Part 1 I had always been turned on by rubber boots, but I never knew that there was a whole world of rubber that I had never experienced until I was picked up by Rubber Jake. I was not having a good week. I had gone home on leave the day my ship had pulled out for a 2 month long cruise, and I was supposed to meet up with the ship in Jacksonville, FL. However, while home, I had a falling out with my family and had decided to hitchhike my way down to Jacksonville, and that is when I met Rubber Jake. I had never hitchhiked before in my life, except the few times as a young kid my brother and I had been picked up by friends of the family and taken to where we wanted to go. So I had no idea how difficult or much fun hitchhiking could be until I attempted this trip. I had no sooner stuck out my thumb the first time, than I was picked up by this burly hunk of a man in a pick up who introduced himself as Jake (later I nicknamed him “Rubber Jake”.) He said that while was not going al...