Fetish + BDSM Fiction

by FRGLEE Part 1: More Booting on the Cellar Floor Jan floated in the pit. After the splashing cum of his captors and the feeding,the immobilised lad did not have long to wait. He'd endured 12 hours in rubber bondage,but was not to be released from the rubber bodysack for a while yet. Once again there was the sound of boots clacking around on the stone floor around him. A sudden blast of cold high pressure water shocked him,even through the heavy rubber. Through the eyeslits,Jan noticed the coils of a thick black rubber hosepipe on the floor and he could see and hear the sound of a heavy brush sweeping the wet floor. Then there was the sound of locks being released and Jan felt the heavy wood collar that inescapably sealed his neck into the pit being removed. For the first time for 12 hours he could move his head,though the thick rubber butterfly gag was as inflated as ever. Two chains were attached to loops on the side of the heavy bondage rubber suit and Jan could hear the sound ...

JAN AND THE SEWERMAN by frglee First Chapter Part 1: The Meeting Jan knew he wanted something different that night. And when he met the tall and masculine workerguy in the bar,he had felt oddly attracted to this unkempt and slightly smelly rubberman,outrageously standing in a gay bar in his dirty sewerman's rubber workgear,fresh from cleaning out the shit from the tunnels and sluices earlier that day below in the very street the bar was in. The barmen knew Peter the sewerman from old,he was part of the scenery of the sleazier part of the gay district,and Peter liked nothing more than working a late shift underground,then climbing out of the manhole,tidying the kit into the truck,sluicing himself down from the mobile watertank behind the truck,saying goodnight to his workmates then walking over to the bars without changing. Many a cute young guy had been quite hypnotised by this rubberman in shiny smelly muddy waders,but Jan was not to know that,and that just like them,he was to be ...

The Coffin part 3 In the last part I described how my experiments with a bondage facilitator ended up with me being bound and boxed into a steel coffin most weekends. This ,of course led me to my present situation,buried permantly in a box deep underground . I see now that everything we explored and experimented with was merely a step by step procedure toward what happened next. We had sorted out many of the problem areas for me entombed in the box. the basic requirements,namely air,water,food,sexual relief and hygeine had kind of been ironed out bit by bit. We were still improving the equipment on a lot after a year into the bondage relationship. I borrowed money against my house and basically told my keeper he could buy what he liked for this project. The money was not wasted...everything spent was well thought out and reasoned carefully...Some items were expensive,and some were not... The gasmask and butterfly gag with breathing and feeding tubes had been replaced by something far m...