Fetish + BDSM Fiction

I don’t know how to start. It feels cheesy to write this. I wish Ross wouldn’t make me do it. He’s standing in back of me, hovering over the stool I’m tied to, and he just wacked my rubberskin ass. He says stop complaining, that’s not what it’s for, don’t be whiner, get on with it pig, you just wasted 45 seconds. He calls me “pig.” My name is Tim, but I’ve never heard Ross use it. I see the Internet URL above, but I don’t know who has access and whether anyone except Ross will read this. (Still at my shoulder, Ross says to assume his rubberpig's hog blog will be read by kinky Rubbermen like him and horny rubber bondage pigs like me.) Okay. I get your drift. I still don’t want to do this. (Wack! “YOU have no choice!”) Ross just walked away. I don’t know what to write, except for things about him. Now he’s off across the dungeon. Looks like he’s unpacking something from a box. He told me keep your eyes on the computer, keep typing pig. I think he is unwrapping a new piece of gear. He...

by rubrstories Thanks to rubrstories for this long lost chapter Conversion Part I Matt and I were lovers for almost 2 years, and about 18 months had passed since our breakup. I had moved on immediately, with hot little Italian sex-crazed Dan, who never tired of getting fucked but who didn’t hold my interest for more than a few weeks, and then with beach boy Zach, a pale imitation of Matt that had also been short-lived. As a confirmed top, I like to fuck pretty, gym-bodied, bottom guys. At a muscular 6 feet, 175 lbs, with swarthy, masculine looks and abundant black hair owing to mixed Greek and Spanish heritage, I have no trouble in the romance department, but Matt was a hard act to follow. He was exactly my size but the complete opposite of me in appearance. He had this wholesome, perfect blond aura about him, an incredible, almost overworked smooth muscular body, tanning-bed copper skin, the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen on a man, and a smile that could make me dissolve if I...

By darthvader Part 1 Finally I have found the gimp I have always been looking for. I had been chatting with my new sub for a couple of weeks, when we finally made the agreement. I had given the gimp 4 weeks of time to think over our agreement. He finally accepted all the terms…and there would be no return to his normal life in any case… As we had agreed he quitted his job and found a buyer for his apartment. The money that he gained would be used to buy the gimp gear and pay for his low cost nutrition for the years to come. After all the gimp’s furniture had been sold I finally picked him up. “This is going to be the last time that you will ever sit in my car unrestraint. You are aware of this?” “Yes, of course master. I deserve it.” “I am happy to hear that you know your place, gimp!” When we arrived at my place I lead my gimp into the cellar where the gimp’s living quarters would be. First I just gave the gimp a short tour to show him what had been prepared so far for him. There woul...