>Day 35/365… busy, busy, busy….

My fellow inmates,

For those who may be concerned, the U-vote bondage stories have not gone away. The reason there has been no vote this week is I am going to take some time to add some new stories to the mix as well. I am currently working on one called “Room 336″, and have 5 others in the works with divers, firefighters…etc…

The vote shall come back and soon. For now though one of my readers told me I always write from the point of view of the bottom, why not ry from the point of view of the top…

Ok, I can do that… So here is the story you voted for last week: “He who’s without sin #2″

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He who’s without sin part 2

Isn’t it funny, living in a small town how everyone seems to know everything about you; or at least their version of such.

Michael and I had been together for about 5 years, I snatched him up one day as he was sheepishly hanging out in the park watching the boys jog by.

He is as sweet as the day is long with an extreme submissive streak to match. I can lock him in to his gear, in his cell, for days on end only to have him beg me to push him harder the next time.

I loved him, yet I have not seen him for days… All because of his fucking nosey parents.

You see, when I found Michael he was 19, still overage, but still living at home. His parents were the ultra religious type.

We dated for months without them knowing… Yet when they did find out… When he could no longer live a secret life… They exploded.

I guess Gay wasn’t in the cards for their son, in their minds, and so they forbid him from ever seeing me again.

When that didn’t work his father sent him out of state for college, advising him that he would be cut off if he didn’t go.

So he went.

It wasn’t until two months later that I got to see him again, at 2am in the morning, in the pouring rain, standing on my front porch, soaked to the bone after he hitchhiked his way back to me.

So yes, I love my boy, with all my heart.

Though when his parents found out he was back, and had been for eight months without coming to see them, they called the authorities.

Kidnap and sexual assault his father claimed…

The Parents had Michael locked away in their home and wouldn’t let him talk to me. So it was my word against the father’s.

Sadly our gear collection didn’t help matters any when the police came.

That is how I ended up getting arrested.

A minor annoyance really, considering the results.

You see, officer Jackson and I had been friends for many years, and although he couldn’t speak up for for me or vouch for the consenting nature of our relationship without outing himself, he was able to pull some strings from the sidelines.

“Just let this play out, Terry.” He told me standing in my living room on the night I was arrested.

“Look, I’m fine with that,” I replied “Just get Michael away from that asshole, and don’t let them trash the place.”

“I will make sure it’s taken care of, and who knows, this all may turn out to be a good thing.”

“How could this possibly be a good thing?”

“Let’s just say if all works out as it should I should have a nice surprise for you when you get back. So go play the wrongfully accused for a day or two, and let me deal with Michael’s father. As for the house I have already made calls. Most of the group is on the way now.”

“Thank you Rory.” I replied as he turned me around and placed cuffs on me.

“Actually Terry, if for nothing else than the rare opportunity to restrain you, let’s just say it’s completely my pleasure.”

And with a mutual chuckle, he led me to an awaiting cruiser outside.

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My stint behind bars lasted long enough for the local small town papers to demonize me, and for my attorney to put the fear of god in to these yokels. Rory sent some officers over to the Gill household and extracted Michael who told them what happened.

In the process, Greg, his father, decided to take a swing at one of the cops due to the fact that they were unable to protect his son against ‘the influence of those fagots’

Horrified by his father’s actions, Michael happily pressed charges.

Gregory Gill is now being held on charges of Kidnapping, Assault on an officer, and resisting arrest.

Isn’t karma wonderful?

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So needless to say, I was thrilled when I walked through the door of the house to have Michael rush in to my arms. “So how was Jail?” he asked with a sly smile.

“An interesting experience,” I replied as I held him close to me; “Though I think restraints and incarceration suits you much better.”

“Oh, I could go for that,” He said as he smiled and pulled back a bit to look me in the eyes. “How about I rape you against your will and you can have me arrested?”

I Laughed as I slapped him on the ass “Yeah, I don’t think that shall be happening anytime soon, besides our facilities are a lot more secure than some backwoods jail cell.”

“Hmmm..” Michael replied as he walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine off the rack on his way, “I’d love to, but Rory has a surprise for you.”

“Does he now?”

“I do.” Rory said as he came through the front door. He was still in his uniform and it fit his muscled torso well.

I leaned in and gave him a kiss, “You guys really need to hire a few more young bucks down at the station, some of those old timers are a bit hard on the eyes.”

Rory laughed as he accepted one of the wine glasses that Michael brought for us both. “So, Terry, do you remember what you told me your fantasy was when you originally had that suit constructed? What you would do if laws or reality didn’t get in the way?”

I laughed and nodded as I took a sip of the wine. One hundred percent say with a toy, forced for my whim. Sadly a great fantasy relegated to the likes of the internet. Humans have feelings and wants and desires, to actually take all of that, to force yourself upon someone else, to require them to become a sexual toy completely against their will, could very easily destroy that person.

It was still a thought that made me hard, though I began to get a bit suspicious when Rory stood there smiling at me. “Wait, why do you ask?”

“Follow me.” He replied as he headed out the front door.

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I built the compound with multiple outbuildings, each one containing something fun and useful hidden within. Michael’s cell underneath our bedroom was only the tip of the iceberg for the facilities at our disposal. Rory led the way to the barn right behind the house and Michael was just a few steps behind us with the rest of the wine bottle and a few extra glasses.

The barn was full of guys, at least thirty of them milling around beers in hand. They were from Michael’s and my bondage group which typically meets once a month, but considering the recent events of my incarceration, Rory put out a call for people to guard the farm and to have a party upon my release.

My attention though was quickly drawn to the center of the room, where Michael’s play suit hung occupied, tightly locked on, in a suspension harness, hanging from the hydraulic winch. The mitts were secured to the rigging, above the occupants head, and the feet were tied off at a ninety degree angle, so there was no way it could set its feet back on the ground.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning around I saw Michael behind me smiling and motioning for me to check it out.

As I walked towards the suit I noticed the feeding gag had been installed. The table next to the hanging boy that held the container of viscous nutrient solution and empty beer bottles told me that whoever it was had been well attended to.

“It drinks whatever you give to it.” Rory chuckled as he stepped up next to me.

“Well it has to, by design that valve system won’t let the occupant blow the liquids back up the hose… Look Rory,” I said suspiciously as I turned towards him, “You still haven’t told me who this is.”

“Its yours.” He said smiling, “I am gifting it to you.”

“Ok, but WHO?” I was getting irritated.

Rory walked up and ran his hand down the slightly stained tan leather of the suit causing the boy inside to quiver a it. “You remember a few months ago I told you about the boy that was hanging around outside the station?”

“Yes, uh, the Eckstein kid, right?”

“Yes, Matt Eckstein. He spent the better part of six months watching us coming and going, hiding behind the wall in the park across the street. Little did he know I was watching him as well.” He kicked the suit in the crotch with his boot which only made it squirm more, “Lucky for him, or more so for me, that I responded to a B&E call on a house he just happened to be leaving as I arrived.”

A sly smile began to spread across my face as I rubbed my hand across the leather hood. “Eckstein is in here?” I asked. Rory nodded in response, this was getting interesting, as this boy was cute. “How?”

“That’s the great part.” He smiled as he raised he glass towards me. “I never arrested him that night. I took him home and over the next few months parlayed my favor in to his trust. He confided in me not only a love of being mistreated, but also that the night I caught him in that house that he was trying to get arrested. He wanted a scene that he couldn’t stop.”

“Wow…” I said impressed as I grabbed the boy’s chin just to see him try to wrestle his head away. “…and the suit?”

“A product of the hype surrounding your arrest coupled with a well concocted story. He not only went looking for the trap, he happily crawled inside.”

“Sounds Promising,” I turned around looking for Michael, upon spotting him I beckoned him over “Boy, why don’t you show the new toy some hospitality while I have a conversation with him.”

“Yes Sir.” Michael replied as he kneeled down and unlocked the multitude of straps covering the heavily padded codpiece on the suit. As he unbuckled the covering and pulled it away, a rock hard dick appeared dripping strings of drool that formed a growing puddle on the floor.

“Well now that’s promising.” I said as I unlocked the collar and slid the belt out, exposing a heavy zipper on the neck that connected the hood to the suit. Michael took this time to begin licking the drool off the head of the boy’s dick as he slowly slid the shaft down his throat.

Light muffled moans escaped the gag as I unlaced the hood, unlocked the zipper, and slowly slid the heavy piece from the boy’s head. After I was done, I stood back and took in the sight before me.

Its hair was fire red, an amazing contrast against the tan leather that covered the rest of its body. The residual traces if drool covered the lower portion of its face. It slowly blinked and squinted its eyes as it attempted to take in its surroundings against the burning brightness of the recently reintroduced light.

“Where am I?” it asked through short quick breaths foretelling its difficulty with the assault upon its crotch.

“You are in my world, my compound.” I replied as I moved in and handed the hood down to Michael who set it between his knees as he continued sucking the boy’s dick.

“Who are you?”

“You may call me Sir.”

“Wait, What?” he said suddenly snapped out of his haze and began pulling against the locked that held his mitts. “Whats going on here? Please let me go.”

“Boy!” I commanded, looking down. Michael slowly pulled his head back to reveal the toy’s cock: raging dripping an twitching. “Proceed.” I said as Michael once again inhaled the Toy.

“You see,” I began as I moved I’n closer. “You have been given to me. You are my new toy to do with as I see fit.”

The toy took a few moments to try to compose himself and try to push through the haze of pleasure that clouded it’s mind. “I… I didn’t sign on for this.”

“You didn’t crawl in to this suit willingly? On your own accord?” I asked as I fondled it’s nuts.

“I… No… Rory, please!” as he looked up and scanned the crowd the toy found that his friend had disappeared within it. Focusing back on me the toy was behind to twitch signaling that he was getting close. He decided to try one last plea, “Please, I only wanted to experience it, feel the deep feelings that it could bring within me. It wasn’t right, I never meant to upset anyone. Please believe me.”

With that he leaned his head back and let out a guttural cry as his body bounced in the harness. Michael held on for the ride until the twitching subsided. He then slid his mouth off the Toy’s dick, picked up the hood, and spit the large load all over the interior.

As the boy held the hood open before me, the new toy watched in abject horror as I added a load of my own to the stew.

Once i was finished and zipped up, Michael handed the hood back up to me. Reaching my hand inside I smeared the mess evenly around, making sure the gag was well covered.

“You wanted to experience this, Toy, and you shall.” I said as I advanced, lifting the hood up.

To my enjoyment he began twisting and turning, flopping around and fighting the suit. I stood back and waited until he wore himself out.

Panting from his exertion he met my eyes as he slowly began shaking his head “I am not a toy.”

“You are now.” I replied as three guys moved in to brace his head as I slid the hood back on.

…And as I rezipped, laced, belted and locked the toy back in to his leather hell, i was serenaded with a muffled audible fear escaping from around the sides of the gag.

And as the smile slowly grew across my face i realized: This was going to be fun.

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With that, visiting time is over,

Whatever you do, don’t scream too loud as others are trying to sleep.

~Rubberasylum

>My fellow inmates,

(Asylum Challenge, Day 5)

With my new daily postings I have two times of my day to write for the next day’s blogpost: a half an hour at work during lunchtime, and in the evenings at home

So, we shall begin a series of what I call ‘without a net’ bondage tales, meaning they were written and conceived in this truncated time frame.They shall not be as polished as some of my larger tales that I take the time to do many rewrites on, but their essence shall be the same.

This is where I shall need your help. I ask for comments, not all concepts will work. This is but a fist draft, so…

After reading leave a comment. You tell me;

Do I continue this story in the future, or do I drop it on it’s nose…

It’s all your call…

With that said, here is the first attempt: “He Who’s without Sin”

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He who’s without Sin (Part 1)

It was a long December, as the song said, the world outside was colorless and dreary, and my mood inside was no better. Most of the guys that I usually hung out with had traveled out of town to see family and friends for the holidays, and at the moment I was alone. Now I have never been one to argue with the concept of quiet solitude, but after a few weeks off I was ready for something, anything, to alter this deafening silence.

…Perhaps that why when the call came in from Rory, I didn’t question… I didn’t wonder why… or ask how… or even question a story with holes one could drive a truck through. Any potential questions disappeared with the mention of that name: ‘Terrance McNally’

McNally had recently been arrested for the kidnapping and imprisonment of Michael Gill, a 24 year old boy who had been missing for 3 years.

Gill was locked away in what the newspapers branded “McNally’s Dungeon”, sadly to the chagrin of those as twisted as I, no images of the space had been released to the public due to the upcoming trial.

So when Rory, a friend of mine who was an officer in our local small town force, invited me to come join him out at McNally’s compound, I grabbed my keys and ran.

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As I drove to the address that he had given me I thought about what he had said on the phone.

According to Rory he was posted as watch on the property. Since McNally lived a secluded life in the woods, and very few knew where he lived, the small force decided to leave one cop stationed there to make sure no vandals appeared.

Furthermore, and herein lay the issue, his son was in trouble. This was nothing new. Rory’s son was a teen who lived with his ex-wife a few towns over, who Rory was always getting out of scrapes with the local law.
He couldn’t call for a replacement as his chief would love any reason to see his son behind bars since he had made him look foolish many times in the past…

…This is where I come in.

The plan was for me to stay at the McNally home while Rory played lone ranger once again. Since no one was coming to relieve him all weekend, I wouldn’t have to worry about answering any uncomfortable questions from other officers about my presence there, and if there were any issues I should just radio him.

He would be gone for 3, maybe 4 hours tops. I could hardly hide my excitement as I agreed to help him.

Rolling up the long winding drive through the shadows of the overhead foliage, the sounds of the gravel crunching beneath the car’s tires rendered the irreverent rambling of the DJ emanating from my radio barely audible. This was fine to me for my mind was more interested in thoughts of what would be found within the home after I was left alone…

As my car exited the tunnel of trees over the drive I could see the cabin before me, it was a non assuming 60’s style rambler, with a few out buildings in the distance. Only Rory’s cruiser parked out front belayed the possibility of any sort of maliciousness held within. My crotch stirred eagerly at the secrets just begging to be discovered.

Parking next to the police car, I exited and headed towards the front door, Rory met me there.

“I am Glad you could help me out Matt.” He said as he extended his hand towards me.

“Not a Problem, Rory, I wasn’t doing anything else this evening, and besides I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I have some curiosity about this property.” I replied as I shook his hand and entered the living room.

He chuckled as he motioned for me to have a seat on the worn out couch against one wall as he took the chair across the way; “I do fully understand, the man is a monster, hard not to have some interest in trying to understand what would make someone wish to do what he did, but I must warn you, my job here is just to keep watch. I have been given permission to inhabit the living room and bedrooms, if you get overly curious you will get me in big trouble…”

I chuckled in response as I motioned towards a bottle of scotch that rested on the coffee table before me. He motioned back, signaling it was his and I was welcome to it. I took a long swig to calm my nerves a bit, and whipped my mouth with the back of my hand before responding; “Look, you have no worries, you have known me for years. Watch you have asked, and watch I shall… By the way, between you and I, what happened to the boy?”

“Gill?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah,” He Answered as he leaned back in the easy chair and shook his head; “Strangest thing in fact. Stockholm syndrome they call it. He is actually McNally’s strongest supporter, fighting to get him off.”

“No shit?” I said passing the bottle.

“No shit.” He replied taking a deep swig. Rory glanced over at the clock on the wall and had a noticeable start at the time; “Whoa, I must get going. David is counting on me, vandalism, can you believe it? My son… Goes to show it takes all types.” I followed him as he stood up and headed towards the door “Behave Matt.”

“No Worries.” I smiled as he headed on out.

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I waited until he had been gone for a bit… 15, 20 minutes, I was guessing, my crotch was burning at the thoughts of what I may find. Ok, sure if something ends up out of place it may be the end of our friendship, but I am no longer in control my torso is on fire in a rack of nerves and anticipation… What I seek is here somewhere…

I began by looking for a stairway to the basement. I found quickly that this was a fruitless search. There was nothing, only bedrooms and closets, it seemed that Mr. McNally didn’t want his private space found so he was clever about it. This would take more work on my behalf.

Wandering back out to the living room, I picked up the bottle of scotch and had a few snorts as I thought a bit on the problem at hand. Behind all doors only bedrooms and closets… bedrooms and closets… Then it hit me.

Setting the bottle down I started opening up closet after closet; feeling my way along the back panels of each.
It wasn’t until I was in the closet off the master bedroom that a hard shove against the back wall resulted in it swinging away, revealing a stairway down. Bingo! It was just what I was searching for.

Pulling my iPhone from my pocket, I used its ambient light to make my way slowly down in to the depths, until at the bottom of the stairway I found a switch. I tentatively reached out, and clicked it on. The fluorescents flickered to life illuminating a small hallway to a metal door that sat slightly ajar at the end.

Inching my way along the wall if the hallway, I slowly made my way to the end where I was able to peak in to the room to try to ascertain what was contained in its depths. The pitch blackness that greeted me was too thick for even my iphone light to penetrate. I had no choice but to swing the door open if I wished to see what lay inside.

Summoning up my courage I grabbed on to the edge of the door and swung it outwards. The viral assault upon my senses that met me from inside was more than I was ready for as I was frozen in my tracks doing my best not to hyperventilate on the spot: my was body quaking from bubbling up anticipation, as my jeans fought a fruitless attempt to contain my cock which had long sense taken on a life of its own.

The first thing that hit me at the room opened before me was the overwhelming smell of rubber that threatened to knock me senseless in my heightened state. I did my best to compose myself as I took in the mysterious space.

The source of the rubber smell was very quickly obvious as every inch of the approximately 10×10 room was covered in heavily padded rubber, and I do mean every inch: Walls, floor, ceiling, even the inside of the door. I ran my hand along the soft rubber padding where the handle should be on the interior of the door. Once in you were meant to stay in.

A shiver made its way down my spine.

In the back corner of the room resided a bed, that looked like it grew right out of the wall, as its tops and sides were covered with the same material. Probably better descried as a slab than a bed, the top of it appeared to have black rubber sheets and pillows.

…And in the center of the room was a… a body.

Forgetting myself I rushed in, to the side of what I thought was someone in need of help, only to stop dead in my tracks once again. What first appeared in the darkness to be a body, although holding the human form, was truly anything but.

What lay before me was a leather suit unlike anything I had ever seen. Belts, straps, and D-rings covered the majority of the body. This must have been Michael Gill’s home for the last three years. It’s what I seeked, what I dreamed about ever since I saw the first blurb on the news about it last month.

I ran my hands along the suit, slowly at first, then with a bit more courage. I grabbed on to the straps and yanked, testing their strength. I ran my hands along the fingerless mitts attached the ends of the arms, and I grabbed on to one of the arms and lifted. It was heavy… like there was something inside or someone…

Once again I acted on instinct rather than logic, I had been here for about 15 minutes, and the suit hadn’t moved. If someone was in here they may need help, and I could never live with myself if I didn’t do what I could.

Hastily I started undoing the straps down the arms, torso, legs, and head. I undid the zipper at the back of the hood and started to undo the lacing underneath it. Once all that was done I grabbed on to the main zipper of the suit and pulled it down.

If I thought that the smell from the rubber padded cell was intense, nothing prepared me for the wave that emanated from the inside of this suit. It was something I had never experienced before, and am honestly unsure if I ever wish to run into again. The suit was empty, yet its permanent occupant was still inside, for the smell that came out was the perfect mix of sweat, piss, and fear…

It was intoxicating, my dick had had enough. I was done; my libido had control of me. Knowing I was alone for a few more hours still I slowly rose up, exited the room, and stripped off my clothes.

I was going to do this right, and if I was to feel this as I wished to, my clothes next to me in here would only detract from the atmosphere.

Slowly I lowered my head in to the suit and breathed in its aroma. Running my fingers along the inside I realized something was odd here. There was a distinct feeling of sand between the inner and outer leather on the suit. That’s when I realized… lead.

I had a pair of gloves from Mr S that were lead lined, so I knew the feeling well. The extra weight between the layers on this suit would make movements sluggish, and a running escape impossible. Just attempting to move around in it would be a workout that would cause eventual muscle collapse from fatigue if pushed long enough… I now understood the strong smell of stale sweat inside. This was a vicious suit.

Yet I still wanted to experience it…

Climbing on top of the face down suit, I slowly slip my feet in to the awaiting legs openings. My dick stiffened as the soft leather slid across my skin as I pushed my legs deeper and deeper until they met the attached feet. I could feel the weight from the lead lining on the back of my legs, but nothing like if would feel to be sealed in I bet…

Oh well, I was happy to take what I could get.

As I grabbed the material at the shoulders and pushed downwards, making sure my butt and legs were seated as far down in the suit as they could go, something came over me. I leaned down against the inner leather of the torso, and breathed in deeply of its heady aromas. My eyes rolled in to the back of my head as I began humping the suit and took a few playful licks at the material of the torso.

The salty taste sent my mind I to overdrive as I slowly set my head on my crossed arms and talked my mind in to calming down. Cumming now would ruin half the fun, I didn’t want that.

Upon looking up I was greeted with the openings of the hood and arms that lay before me. I wanted this suits grasp to envelop me, onward was the only way. Sliding my arms down the sleeves I pushed until I felt them pop past some sort of tension ring where they seated themselves in the heavy padding of the mitts at the ends.
All that was left now was the hood…

Ducking my head down I pushed and squirmed, the back of the hood really didn’t open, rather than just tightening down on the head inside. The only way in was a gaping maw at the neck, and I was pushing home for it with all my might.

As my head slowly slid in, my mouth found a gag awaiting inside, which I eagerly sucked on in a feudal attempt to relate to Michael somehow, feel his restraint, know his want and desire, and what it takes for kidnap to turn to love…

I stretched my arms out in front of me, and wiggled as much as possible to settle my body in the deep embrace of the suit to allow its stiff material to close around my back…

To this day, I don’t know what it was, weather my focus upon the gag, the burning of my crotch, or the intoxication of the smell of the suit, but to this day I still wonder why I didn’t hear my attackers approach…

Or perhaps I did, and didn’t care…

All of a sudden they were upon me. There must have been five of them, as just as I felt my arms and legs pinned, someone sat on my back.

I cried out in to the gag in surprise. “Shut him up!” is all I heard in response, and as the hood was tightly laced, nubs on the inside of the hood forced themselves deeply in to my ears… and I heard no more.
As the hood and suit was zipped, and the belts were done up tightly all across my body, I could feel the reverberation of slight clicks of which I could only attribute to locks.

After they were satisfied my captors unhanded me. I attempted to take a swing at where I thought they were at, but I was blinded, and with the added weight my arms moved slowly. I was shoved off to the side as I could feel the padding compress all around me.

They were leaving.

I crawled in the direction I thought they went, only to be greeted by a padded surface. I spent the better part of an eternity working my way around the perimeter, but the only thing I could find besides solid surface was the bed.

Resigning myself to my situation I crawled up upon it and waited. It was all I could do. My fantasy has become my reality, and I have no safeword.

My captor unknown, my fate unknown; My only hope is for Rory to wonder where I went when he returns and come looking for me. That’s saying he is not in on this or already dispatched as well…

And as I lay there in the darkness, one of my fingerless paws slowly found its way to my crotch…

…With that visiting time is over

Whatever you do, don’t scream too loud as others are trying to sleep.

~Rubberasylum