"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.

STORY: A Hell Of A Way To Earn A Living

A Hell Of A Way To Earn A Livingby Hooder

There were three things that made Matthew a very successful rent boy. The first was his cute, boyish good looks, with clear blue eyes, kissable lips and short blond mohican; the second thing was his firm, muscular body - the curves and bulges of which he showed off to best advantage with skintight, ripped leather jeans (which he wore with no underwear), DMs, tight white teeshirt, leather jacket and studded belt; and the third was the fact that every movement, every expression - even the way he just stood - simply oozed sex. He was a natural.

Even though he'd been hustling for some time now, he never tired, as he leant back against the railings, of watching passing guys - and women - glance at him, then do a double-take, and slowly scan their eyes down his tight body, undressing him in their minds. It was not unheard-of for people to walk into lampposts while their attention was on him.

He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket for a cigarette, but his fingers made contact instead with the wad of notes which he'd earned already today. He pulled them halfway out and looked at them, smiling, before returning them to his pocket and taking out the pack of cigarettes. He lit up, and breathed out the smoke contentedly. Life was good.

"Hi."

Matthew jumped as he turned towards the voice by his shoulder - he hadn't seen the man approaching. "Oh hi. Didn't see you."

The man was dressed in very heavy black leathers with a backpack, and wore a black crash helmet through which only his grey eyes were visible. Matthew got the feeling that the man was not young.

"How much?"

"Depends what you wanna do, mate." Whatever he wanted to do, thought Matthew, the price was going to be high.

"I want to tie you up, tease your cock, and make you cum. Nothing else."

"O-kay," said the punk slowly. It would certainly be would be easy money.

"Do you have facilities for bondage?" Asked the biker.

"Oh yeah. No problem."

"So how much?"

Matthew thought for a moment, then decided the figure would still be high. Easy as the money might be, there was nothing in the least bit sexy about this bloke. Even in his leathers - which were unusually thick, and looked more like industrial gear of some kind - he exuded an air of unattractiveness. Normally that wouldn't make any difference - business was business - but Matthew had made a fair amount already today and he really couldn't be bothered with this one. If he hung on for another punter he might get somebody more interestging.

Video: Some time in the cage...

In full rubber and locked down in a stress position. Time to think slave.

Boots and the blokes that worship 'em.

I've blogged about my obsession with boots before but I'm often coming across great images by and of others who clearly share my passion! Nothing beats an eager tongue on leather, especially that of a tall and tightly laced boot belonging to a dominant man. Enjoy.

Totally lickable!

Love this skin flick..

Leather AND boots.  Very hot.

By Sly Hands

Where you belong.

My perfect view.

My perfect position.

Lace em up good and tight!

Submissive boot bliss.

Leathered Verbal Smoke by Rampantrubber

Boots, Smoking, Leather and Verbal from a HOT dominant man.

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STORY: Rubber Slave's New Life Begins

Rubber Slave's New Life Begins
by LookingForRubberMast

As Matt slowly came too, his senses were overloaded with a barrage of information. As he tried to move his arms and his legs, he was immediately aware that he was tightly bound, and could barely move a muscle. Even the tiny movements he was able to achieve sent waves of pain through his body. He had no memory or recollection as to why his body should be hurting so badly or how it came to be tied in its present position. He took inventory of his situation. His body was covered from head to toe in what he knew immediately to be thick rubber. He had felt the smooth constant pressure against his bare skin before. He usually loved that slick feeling of the rubber against his skin as he slowly began to perspire, but his time, the enormity of his situation caused his heart and lungs to stop momentarily in fear. He was laying prone on a hard surface. He could feel his legs spread out wide, and as he tried to move them, he could feel a series of straps holding him tightly down. The pressure of the straps was obvious on his ankles, below and above his knees, and across his thighs. Something even held his feet rigid, as he tried to twist his ankles to move his feet back and forth. He let out a soft moan in response to the realization that he had lost the use of his legs. The exploration cost him pain, as his muscles broadcast sharp jabs with each effort. He had no idea how long he had been bound in this position, or what happened to his body before he was tied. As his attention moved up his body, he felt an enormous pressure against his cock and balls.