"The Gimp" goes mainstream again. "Lapalux - Without You"

It's quite a cool, chilled out track and the video has rather dark thoughtful themes. Always good to see some latex in surprising places.

London Rubbermen December Social

Ok, so I've been a bit slack and haven't updated the blog for a while  but Happy 2013!
December was pretty busy for me but I'm going to do my best to keep blogging this year.

First, I though I should post some photos from the last London Rubbermen group gathering of 2012. On the 29th Dec, a gaggle of horny rubber men met up a The Eagle in South London before heading over to Recon's Full Fetish event.

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London Rubbermen Shiny (almost) NYE Social

Erotic Fetish Art by Drub

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Sexy Rubber Piss Boy

You can't deny it - this rubber guy is super fit. He shaves, he smokes and he shoots piss all over himself. What's not to like? ;)


You can check out sneakersboy28 on Xtube here.

Mr Hoist Rubber 2012

Another event to hit the London Calendar is Mr Hoist Rubber UK. This Saturday, guys will be competing for the title with the winner able to represent the UK at Mr International Rubber in Chicago. Let's hope it's a good one.

"Get yer ass out ready for me, boy."

It's a super sexy feeling. Being secured down by heavy restraints or just the pure will of your Master. Waiting, Open, Vulnerable and ready for His use.

PIGBOYS 3 - Coming Soon

For those of you have any of the Pigboys photo books (see earlier post) you'll be more than happy to hear that the third book is almost ready for release.  They're not published as fetish books but there's definitely enough to appreciate and the images are beautiful!

The video is a last call out for donations, take a look...



The author has released a selection of preview images you can also view on Tumblr.
http://pigboysshowcase.tumblr.com/ 

STORY: Take a Deep Breath...

STORY: Take a Deep Breath...
by Hooder 

Fuck it, I was going to be late. I slowed the bike, peering through the dark visor at the street names - where the hell was Ermine Street? Ah! There it was. I did a swift U-turn on the main road and powered the Honda down the busy side street, looking right and left for number 25.

The appointment for my dental check-up was for 2.30 (Chinese Dentist Time - I always smiled at that) and it was 2.28 already. Normally I go to a different surgery, but I'd had a letter through the post asking me to come here instead this time as the other practise was closed for buildng renovation. It had taken me half an hour to find the place.

I parked the bike and locked it, then ran up the steps and in through the door. A second door faced me, with the words: "RECEPTION - PLEASE KNOCK AND ENTER" on it. I knocked and entered.

To my surprise, the receptionist was male - and a hunk. No 1 crop, muscular, dark penetrating eyes, and although his long white coat was buttoned up to the neck, he clearly had a figure to die for.

He smiled, and the entire room went sort of fuzzy. "Mr. Benson? James?"

STORY: Of Devils, and Rubber, and Bouncing Boys

This is a older story I came across when I first started to explore kink. Hooder certainly has a lot to do with corrupting this rubber bondage boy's brain!

Of Devils, and Rubber, and Bouncing Boys
by Hooder

Joey almost skipped along the pavement. It was Friday, Boot Night at the Flying Eagle, and if it was anything like last week it was going to be fucking amazing. He was dressed for it too: leather jacket, rubber sleeveless teeshirt, rubber codpiece jeans, and 20-hole Rangers with yellow laces. His gear shone in the streetlights as he made his way through the deserted backstreets of the city. Fuck, he was horny. He hadn't cum for three days, intentionally saving himself for tonight. It was going to be manic. His cock was semi-hard inside the codpiece, and it felt as if the cool, shiny rubber was trying to wank him off with every step he took.

A shadow. A figure in front of him, blocking his way. Backlit, leather, masked. A sound behind him. Arms grabbing him. A black bag dropped over his head, quickly fastened tight at the neck. His leather jacket pulled down over his shoulders, restraining his arms. Held immobile. Something brushing his bare bicep, and then a sharp prick. Struggling, but held tight by leather-jacketed arms so he can't move. Mouth open to yell, but a hand clamping over it, gagging him through the hood. The syringe being pulled out, and then something - a card? - being tucked into the waistband of his rubber jeans. "For when you want the antidote..." a voice whispering. Held there for a few seconds, then released. Sinking to the ground, legs shaking. The sound of booted footsteps, walking leisurely away.

What the fuck? Joey was breathing fast. He shook his head, dazed, reached up to pull the hood off, and his fingers touched a cord, knotted at the back of his neck. He tried to undo it - he could still hear their footsteps in the distance; if he could get this fucking thing off he could still catch them up - but he couldn't get the knot undone! Swearing, he pulled and pushed, tugging the cord, and eventually trying to tear the hood off his head in frustration. But it stayed put.

Joey took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He found the loose ends of the cord and followed them back to the knot, then carefully pushed them. The knot loosened. In a few seconds it came free and he yanked the bag off his head. But the leatherboys were gone.

London Rubbermen First Social

Last weekend, Fetish Week London saw the first pre-drinks gathering of London Rubbermen. Like Manchester Rubbermen and Chicago Rubbermen before it, the London group is designed to bring together rubber guys in the capital. A social gathering extending their geared up fun to more than just sleazy dark rooms (as fucking awesome as they are!).

We all met at the nominally vanilla Barcode bar in Vauxhall before the main Full Fetish party for a pint or two and it was a pretty good turn out. We were also graced by a number of title holders including Mr International Rubber and Mr Rubber UK. Lovely chaps.

LONDON RUBBERMEN AT BARCODE VAUXHALL - JULY 14TH 2012

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London Rubbermen website will be online in the near future.

Rubber Piss Boys

Water water everywhere, and not a drop to waste.

Hydroglove Rubber Dive Suits

100% Rubber Dive Suits? That's what's on offer from http://www.hydroglove.com/ Sold as more collectors or "special interest" items there's still something very hot about getting suited up and wet in the great outdoors. The fully moulded rubber suits are chlorinated and not badly priced. Definitely worth a bookmark.

Blog Alert: Sly Hand MIR 2012 Blog

In a year when the UK celebrates the Queen's Diamond Jubilie and hosts the Olympics, it seems only fitting that we should have an international  rubber titleholder from our shores as well.
Sly Hands is currently International Mr Rubber 2012 and his blog is well worth a read for his personal thoughts and updates from the world of rubber.

slyhands.com

 

STORY: Encasement Pig Wanted

The following is a story I've read over and over many times. I'm not sure where it's from or who wrote but whoever the sick fuck is, I salute you!

For those of you into total rubber bondage and power exchange, this should be right up your alley..

Encasement Pig Wanted
by Unknown 

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, mummification, and hole-control. You will be kept encapsulated head to toe, bound, tubed, and plugged, along with strict confinement and isolation in my dungeon and other facilities. Total control. No limits.”

STORY: Weekend Visit

Weekend Visit
By unknown

I pull into the driveway and shut my car off. I look at the house and I am quite impressed. Gary and I have been talking online for weeks, and have met for coffee on several occasions. Tonight is going to be the night that we see if I am going to accept him as a rubber slave or not. I get out and go around to the trunk and get out one of my gear bags. I decide that the other can stay there for now, and I will get it later if I need it.

I go up to the door and knock, and it is immediately answered by Gary in nothing but a pair of white underwear. I walk inside without a word, and listen as he welcomes me. I ask him for a tour, and he takes me through the house. He explains that his room-mate is already asleep and knows what we are going to be doing for the weekend. I look at Gary questioningly and he quickly explains that his roommate said he would stay out of the way and mind his own business.

“Good, I am not really sure I like the idea of doing this with him here but as long as he doesn’t get in the way. Now, let’s go down into your basement as there was plenty of room down there in your game room, and I can get some things out of my bag,” I tell him in a voice that sets the tone for what is to come.

We get down into the game room and I open up the large rolling footlocker of gear. “Go kneel in the fucking corner while I get things ready, boy,” I tell Gary and slip a pair of Irish-8 handcuffs on him behind his back.

I get out my own uniform of olive latex jodhpurs and uniform shirt and Sam Browne belt and boots. Then I get out the suit I have brought for Gary to wear, the .9 mm latex is the heaviest weight suit that Latexas makes and the codpiece of it will give him false hope of what’s to happen. I take a hood to match the suit out and then take out a restraint set of collar, wrist cuffs, waist belt and ankle cuffs. Last I grab a small plastic container that has locks and keys for everything.

STORY: A story of a rubber slave's forced training.

A story of a rubber slave's forced training.
By smallcreep

I followed Alan down the steps into the dungeon. We both wore jeans and t-shirts and I began to feel nervous as I saw the various rubber suits and restraints hanging from the walls, and the cage and sling and rubber bed in the semi-darkness of the room.

"This is where you'll live for the next month or so - or however long it takes me to train you as my rubberman" he said slowly and deliberately.

I was beginning to have misgivings. Should I have really signed that piece of paper that gave him complete control over my body and mind? Would there be any way of going back on it if things became too hard?

"Take off your clothes" he said.

I pulled off the t-shirt and jeans and sneakers and he put them in a cardboard box.

"You won't be needing them for a long, long time" he said with a grin, "so I'll keep them for you."

Blog Alert: FRGLEE

I recently came across rglee's blog at rglee3.blogspot.com It's an interesting blog full of guys in all sorts of gear and as a diver himself he also has some interesting articles to read on lots of subjects. I recommend you check it out.

PigBoys from Heaven

Below is a trailer from a couple of photobooks that are..well amazing. Lots of hot young "pigboys" in heavy black rubber, frolicking around in with water and mud. I'm really jealous of these guys! What could be better in life?

Anyway, I bought the 1st book a couple of years ago but didn't own the 2nd until recently. Although they're not published by the publisher or author as a fetish book, I demand YOU buy at least one so that we can see more books published. They're great for the coffee table if nothing else...

Click here to buy Book 1 and Book 2.