Fetish + BDSM Fiction

 by rubberpigobject It was barely half an hour after opening when he showed up again. The generally likable but apparently needy bondage fiend that preferred only to be known as The Thing. Everyone at the shop either had met The Thing or at least knew of it and its reputation. Most of the employees had never spoken with The Thing and it was suspected that only a few actually knew what it looked like out of gear, which was something of a rarity as it always showed up in full head to toe rubber. And more often than not lately, it was even showing up already gagged. No one knew where it lived nor how it got itself to the shop. Did it ride transit in full gear? Maybe not, considering how often it showed up, and it was assumed that anyone regularly riding the bus or trains would eventually become something of a local talking point. Did it drive or walk to the shop? Taxi? Did it go out in public with street clothes over its rubber and ditch them all before stepping through the doors...

 by rubberpigobject “Would you hurry up Rick? We’ve been here for way too long already.” “You know as well as I do just how much work it took to get him all casted up so quit complaining. I’m almost done with the crate anyway.” “Did you get enough pictures along the way?” Phil asked sarcastically “Yes. Shut up” he replied with a laugh “No harm in taking a few extra for me before sending the rest to the client. Did you have enough fun getting him all plumbed up?” “Fine, guilty as charged. But in my defense, it does all have to be exactly right since he’s going to be like that for a few weeks.” mmng phhg mmph “Oh look who’s apparently been awake and listening in on us. I don’t think he liked that idea” Rick said teasingly. “Hey there meat” Phil said leaning toward the ever shrinking opening in the crate “You won’t have to worry about a thing. Since literally there’s nothing you can do. This trip is going to take a few weeks at least since we had to stick with finding a cargo shi...

by rubberpigobject This story requires just a little bit of explanation. Much of the time when pig writes little stories like this, it only has a general idea of the story which usually is inspired by the picture that comes along with it and then pig lets the story tell itself. And that's how this story started but by the time it was finished, pig realized that the story's twist was inspired by this fine story it had read many years ago. It's one of pig's favorites, in part because even though it's fantasy, it's also totally possible. :-) So pig just wanted to give proper credit where credit is due. There are also many many more excellent stories on Eckie's site as well so y ou should totally check it out. And now for the main event... He laid on his back and enjoyed the morning light that was just starting to make its way through the window while listening to the breathing of the man who had brought him home and had given him ride he wouldn’t soon forge...

by rubberpigobject This time around, pig has something slightly different to offer. The photo pig used as an inspiration for this little short story actually provided for two stories. Just variations on a theme really. They each start off the same but have completely different endings. pig thought it might be easier to read if they were posted as two separate stories, and so here we go. No one ever quite knew where the strange new bronze statues in the plaza had come from. They were intriguing as they were shaped as if there was a human body encased in of them. Each statue appeared to be made of four panels with a seam that ran front to back and side to side, intersecting at the top of the head. The panels were bolted together along those massive seams which suggested even more so that the statues were hollow inside and that the rusty steel shells had somehow been molded around naked men. In fact, all the statues were male as each one had a clearly defined outline of a full set of mal...

by  rubberpigobject For the people at the street fair who even noticed the victim in the leather bondage suit being led away while hooded and restrained, they just took it in stride, assuming that it was the trio’s fantasy or just the game they wanted to play in public that day. Most everyone else never even paid them any attention other than to get out of their way. Submissives being led around was beyond common, it was to be expected actually, so when the victim was being marched away from the fair, no one realized that he was actually being abducted. Without his knowledge, he was spotted in the crowd, singled out by a clandestine purchaser who then along with his hired assistants, observed their prey for the next hour. He was perfect as long as he remained alone. Attending the street fair by himself, already in head to toe leather which also impressed the purchaser that the boy was even able to get himself fully into the bondage suit by himself it seemed. Which probably explain...

From: jo johns Part 1 John and I had experimented with the more extreme side of sex for several months and whilst not partners or in any `relationship', since we met on "Hoods and Masks" had found ourselves going deeper into BC, bondage, tubes and chems, with very few other people involved. We had often spoken about what it would be like to be taken without any choice, used, controlled and made to function for a Superior, but until now this had been just talk. As my birthday present, John had arranged a long weekend away in Berlin, and I had arranged a week off work since he told me that we were going to play and party hard and that we would need the rest of the week to recover.  This was my first time in the city and on our first evening out I was wearing my 30 hole black boots, laced red as John as requested, red socks rolled over the top of the boots,  rubber shorts, rubber shirt, thick leather collar with padlock and a...