Rubberasylum

My Fellow Inmates...

My Fellow Inmates...

Hello again, this is Asylum

Ten years ago I stopped writing due to a multitude of reasons: Leo was in Virgo, while Jupiter was in the 7th house... And my Psychic told me not to trust tall men covered in fur...

lol

Fifteen years ago, when I started writing, everything was on the rise. Asylum was a new creation of mine, that grew out an abusive BDSM relationship, where Dan said "I will never be hurt again"

*A Level 27 Rubberasylum Appears ...

Welcome to my new space

Hey all,

Thank you for supporting this new space. I plan on posting a bit in here.

Bear with me as I figure some of this stuff out, such as discord, etc.

New blog coming soon as well.

~Asylum

Pathways of kink (pt 1) Poll

You wake up in an abandoned hospital after a night of drinking with some cute guys,

You need to get out of here.

What do you do?

Story: PATHWAYS OF KINK: The Abandoned Hospital (PT 1)

PATHWAYS OF KINK

BOOK 1

THE ADVENTURE SERIES WHERE YOU DECIDE YOUR OWN FATE

“ESCAPE FROM THE ABANDONED HOSPITAL”

WRITTEN BY:

RUBBERASYLUM

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You wake up on a brown and white tiled floor, your head pounding. A mixed smell of dust and antiseptic fills your nostrils as you pick yourself up and...

Story: Carpe Noctem Pt 4

John held me until I could no longer react, no longer feel; my brain shut down on me no longer even registering the electrical current that was still attempting to take its toll upon my body. Years of pent up emotions, fears and wants had come pouring out from behind the walls I had built, and that he had taken a sledgehammer to.
 

I had given him what he wanted, what he was looking for, and for that I was rewarded. As he slowly let me go he shut off all the machinery, unhooked the wir...

Story: Carpe Noctem Pt 3

 The low groan of the forced release of sexual repression issued out from behind the gag as the spikes burrowed their blunt tips into my sensitive parts that were currently yearning to break past the cage’s embrace.
 

John just sat beside me, watching, observing. Every now and then he would reach out and stroke my head with his gloved hand. This only succeeded in kicking my clouded mind in to overdrive. The animalistic response was purely instinctual in nature, as I pushed back ...

Story: Asylums Fantasy

The plan is to go over to his place after work, my bag is packed and in the back of the car. He told me to forgo packing toothbrushes or toiletries this weekend, and just stick with what is important. So the bag is filled with nothing but shiny black latex.
 

I arrive at his house by around 6pm and he meets me at the door. “Did you follow my orders?”
 

“Yes,” I replied
 

He just stood there and smiled. “Name them off.”
 

I shuffled ...

Story: He Who's Without Sin Pt 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 ...

Story: He Who's Without Sin Pt 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.
&n...

Story: It Happened At Sharky’s

The bar was called Sharky’s, unassuming, exterior practically unlit save for the beer signs fighting to push their glow through the years of grime that had accumulated on the windows…
 

It was called Sharky’s…
 

A place were no one knew your name, and no one cared. A former popugaybar whose heyday had been seen ten years before, then quickly forgotten.
 

Sharky’s…
 

They were lucky to still be able to function day to day, with their...

Story: I’m Curious Yellow

I had hounded him online for a while. I had sent five or six messages over the years, never to any response. Every time I emailed I told him more and more about myself, about my dreams, fantasies and wants…
 

I had no idea if he ever read them, but I was determined to try, to not give up.
 

There must had been something about this last message I had sent him though, perhaps it was the picture of me in full rubber under full lock and key that did it, but this time I got ...

Story: I’m Curious Yellow #2

The acrid taste of the residue upon the gag turned my stomach at the thought of what I was to be used for. Yet the concept of such had me rock hard.
 

What was wrong with me?
 

Here I was, sealed in rubber head to toe, chained in place, unable to move even my head, with a funnel leading in to my mouth sitting at crotch height to anyone that wished to walk by.
 

…helpless and hard, how many times did my mother drop me on my head when I was a child?
 ...

Story: Notorious EMT

It was warm, not overly so, but enough to be noticeable while just laying around the house on an uneventful August weekend

The Radio played Karen Carpenter’s “Rainy Days and Mondays” just loud enough to be audible over the defining silence of the summer afternoon.

It was peaceful, as Medville always was. A know nothing little town in the middle of nowhere where nothing ever happened, and people were content for it to stay that way.

People… Sheep… If you get up and go to w...

Story: Of Humane Bondage Part 1: “A Novice Idea…”

The internet can be a dangerous place; a double edged sword of epic proportions to those that seek captivity.
 

I seek out the cybers. Those who others ignore; Those who have immersed themselves in the fantasy yet never tasted the reality; Those that are too scared, yet would give just about anything in hopes of making their dreams come true.
 

They are easy to find, and message me all the time. After reading my stories they blur the edges of safe and sane in order to get...

Story: Of Humane Bondage Part 2: "Fear of Commitment"

9:00pm , I was wrong, the old wing lies to the east, and apart from its dilapidated appearance, there were no signs of life. Well at least that made me feel a little better, I was wondering what sort of guy would want to meet in a run down building when there are a lot warmer, and more interesting places to play. So I guess the search goes on….
 

It was 9:45pm by the time I was standing outside the Iron Gate with the key in my hand. I knew I was early, I had found the gate Fifteen mi...

Story: Of Humane Bondage Part 3: “The Latex Maiden…Rubber the right way”

-My god, I am meeting you tonight, in 3 hours my dreams will come true, or I will be horribly disappointed. Perhaps I acted before thinking, I mean what really did I know about you? Although I cannot back out now, if I do I will never be able to show my face on IRC again. As you are an Op, and that probably means you know everyone else in that room….my reputation will be finished-
 

-This gate looks like it hasn’t been accessed in years, and what is with that courtyard, looks like ...

Story: Room 336 Part 2

When one is lost in space, on missions of transcendental exploration, one must take care, for all but a light touch can shatter a universe.
 

I jumped, instantly rediscovering my tethers while driving my crotch deep in to the spikes surrounding it. As I screamed in to my gag, memories of the night before flooded back to haunt me.
 

Laying as still as possible and concentrating on breathing slowly, I waited patiently for the pain to subside in my groin, only to gave it rep...

Story: The Asylum Part 2: Welcome To Brackenridge:

We had no reason to be concerned, that’s what I kept telling myself as the van navigated the overgrown private drive up in to the hills on the way to the Lodge. Bradley was driving, this left Sam, Steve, Gary and I in the back all looking a bit green, attempting to distract ourselves from the fear that bubbled inside us all.
 

The only distraction to our thoughts was the few times that Bradley had to stop the van so us passengers could hop out and clear a felled tree or brush from th...

Story: The Divemasters

Gary had run the local dive shop in Port Gamble for the last 3 years, It was a quiet town, and business was slow as it always was in the winter months. He knew it was a good thing that he ran the shop for fun rather than needing it to pay the bills because he would have been in trouble a long time ago.
 

No, Gary had made a killing in investments during the peak of the market and was lucky enough to pull out before the recession hit. This allowed him to be able to retire at 31, and ope...

Story: To Murr With Love

You got to love craigslist, a place where you can find anything you want and get it same day. From games to gear to fourloco, Whatever you need someone is selling.
 

Or in regards to their hookup section, looking to give it away.
 

That’s how I met Jeremy, or Wolfie as he liked to call himself. I was looking for rubber play, he was looking for more. We decided to meet anyway to see if we might hit it off.
 

He lived out in the mountains, it was a pretty dr...

Story: Uncle Fettered Part 2

Randy threw the deadbolt as I dragged Brandt over to the far back corner of the dungeon, to a place covered liberally with splattered tarps.
 

Randy grabbed Brandt sharply by the testicles, flicked the blade of his butterfly knife back out, and set it at the base of the boy’s balls.
 

“You make one wrong move, Brandt, and you shall learn to bloodplay.” He said with a smile causing the boy to gasp the best he could through the nose-holes of the tight rubber hood; His...

Story: Uncle Fettered Pt 1

 I will never forget that thanksgiving.
 

My Aunt Sherry was in town with her new boy-toy, Brandt, hanging from her arm. He was lucky to be even half her age, as was typical for the beaus of the financially independent cougar in this day and age, and he was as cocky as they come.
 

My aunt asked if they could stay with us, as they had flown in from California for the thanksgiving dinner with the family, and besides she didn’t make her money paying for rooms, she ha...

Story: Welcome to “The Asylum” (Part 1)

  August 22nd, 1978.
 

The Clarksville police department was a buzz that day, for a break had finally come in the missing hikers case. A group of College kids that, by the family’s accounts were to be taking a week long camping trip in the Northshore nature preserve had been missing for the last two months.
 

Two days ago one of the missing kids was found at the edge of the woods suffering from dehydration and hypothermia, his arms showed tracks… The potenti...

Story: A Flight To Remember (Ropedweb)

 To: Colonel Harold Roberts USAF
 

From: Captain Martin C. Holloway (Nighthawk) USAF
 

Re: The Events of February 18th, 2001
 

Dear Colonel Roberts Sir,
 

I appreciate you offering me the opportunity to plead my case on the matters of the disappearance of my plane and copilot. I shall attempt to recount the happenings, to the best of my knowledge, accurately and completely. I hope that this should be able to help further your investigation...

Story: The Murrcon Part 2

 We entered Chicago with my ear half chewed off the side of my head. For days on end I got to listen to Chaz’s exploits and ideas of what he would do to me had he ever the chance to get me cornered.

This cat was a legend in his own mind, god’s gift to the fandom, and I had just about had enough, I had to get away from him just to hear myself think, if even for a short timeframe.

As we pulled up on the hotel I could see the smiling faces of Crash and Gunner standing by the front ...

Story: The MurrCon Part 1

Late August was always the hardest time of year for me. The summer was officially over, and fall had really yet to start. Most of my friends had headed back to college already, which is what found me sitting alone in an empty apartment, flipping through the channels, on a lonely Wednesday afternoon.

Infomercial…*Click*… Infomercial… *Click… Infomercial… *Click*…

I was only half paying attention to the inane diatribe issuing from the idiot box before me. My mind wandered to my...

Story: Carpe Noctem Part 1

Dave had asked me to meet him at the airport; I had arrived In Philly 4 hours before he was scheduled to. This was the vacation that he had hounded me to go on for years. We were out here to meet his parents; he finally was going to introduce me to them as his lover. Our travel agent screwed things up so we ended up on two different flights, arriving at two different times.

By now you are saying ‘OK, we figured out who Dave is, but who are you?’ Well dear reader, my name is Joe: 24, 6’2�...

Story: Carpe Noctem Part 2

I was left here alone, barely able to move, hooded, in pitch black, with only my thoughts, my own mind, to keep me company; I began to reassess all that I had been through. In less than a day my situation had been transformed from one form of captivity to another.

John had very calculatedly, one-by-one, taken away all of my defenses that I had built up against my own desires. Even now as I fought against my bonds I could feel every sob, every terrified whimper drop me deeper into the submissio...

Story: MurrCon 4

I stared at the piece of paper leaning against the phone, to my useless paws and then back again.

I attempted to pick it up by squeezing both paws together only to watch it float lazily to the floor at my feet.

Getting down on all fours, I cocked my head at the letter in an attempt to orient the perforated eyes in such a manor that I could read what was written on it in the darkness between the two beds where it lay.

It was futile.

Using both paws and my knee, I crumpled the ...

Story: MurrCon Part 3

It was only a matter of time before the sniffing began. Puppies all over me, inches away from the cat’s face and growling. I attempted to squirm, attempted to get away, but was held tight by the straps.

A dog in a black rubber hood walked up behind me, snapped off his muzzle, and disappeared out of my sight in the mirrors reflection, below my tail.

I whimpered softly in the gag as I felt a tongue lick up the side of one cheek, then the side of the other. It was at the point the dog’s...