Friday, February 5, 2016


This helmet is giving me some new ideas.....I'd love to build or find a headpiece in clear plastic that fits close to the head but locks two pieces into place....breathing apparatus optional.


No rubber just remarkable....seriously.

Thursday, February 4, 2016


Another fantastic fantasy photoshoot by Twohandstochoke. Wish I could've been part of this!

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Artwork for #MRM7

More great photography by Sly Hands. Very sexy.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Rubber Ball Review

It was an interesting weekend. Thursday night Mr. P and I attempted to go to the Men's Room at 8x6 only to discover that due to lack of guys there, Marty closed the bar early. We cabbed over and then had to cab back up to the Village again, what a waste. Anyways, we hooked up with some friends and had some beers at Pumpjack before heading home.

Friday night I was in a mood so I decided to head to Steamworks for the evening. I got an Xtreme Room and had a bit of fun there. It cleared out around 1am and was really quiet by 3am when I left.

Saturday I did some chores around the condo then took Mr. P to Meat Draw. I met the Sin City setup team at 8x6 at 5pm, helped them haul stuff in and set up the vac-tower. I was home again around 6:30 and the guys showed up to rubber up around 7:30. I set up J, M, R with rubber outfits and Almazmol needed some assistance with his awesome new latex exposure suit. It looked great with the Bata mickey mouse boots and full hood gasmask. I donned the Invincible racer suit with my 'Team Rubbout' accessories.

We got there (early) around 9:30. I expected to start demos in the vac-tower around 10, but it actually started closer to 11 once the place got busy. The event producer told me later that 130 came through the door. It was interesting to go to a mixed event after not having been at one for so long - there were lots of experienced rubberists and players  there (which made putting people in the vac-tower and monitoring somewhat easier since many had familiarity with vac-beds, etc), lots of eclectic groups (the trans people...they love rubber and I think all the individuals in Vancouver were at this party!). The performances were cool. Other than our group, there wasn't a big contingent of gays there but we made our presence known. While I was doing demos, the other four in our group went into the play area and made good use of the sling....the homos are experienced at sling work; why not show the hets how it's done? haha  The guys told me later there were some curious 'straight' guys that were hovering around the sling watching the action while M was getting fucked and edged.

So yeah, we were having a good time. I got maybe ten or so people in the vac-tower including some really short women which made me realize how the standard vac-tower size is so NOT sized for short people. I thought that maybe using the four foot pvc pipes from the vac-cube instead of the five footers of the tower might help this somewhat (though of course the bladder is sized for the five foot height and would suck down a bit weird but I'm sure it would work fine).

We didn't get out of there until 2:30 or so, got back to the condo, everyone took turns in the shower doffing their rubber and everyone took off. Unfortunately it was late, everyone was tired so no play ensued. It's a good thing J, M and R are moving back downtown this week - I anticipate lots of future sessions with them now that we're all living close to each other.

M also dropped off the new electro box he made for me. Yesterday evening I donned my black latex catsuit and tried out the box with the electro loops, urethral insert and tadpole but couldn't get it working...I think I need an instructional, it looks like the box needs direct input from a downloaded pattern in order to activate, I'll have to ask M for a private educational session. Luckily I had the old box for backup so did a bit more tinkering, and it was a good thing since I hadn't used some of the new accessories so it was a chance to try them in different variations to see what worked, and how the power shifted from one channel to the other depending on what was being used and how it was configured.

All in all, a fun weekend. Tuesday night Wardog and I are supposed to be restarting our regular weekly sessions and our sexy Bottomboy G is supposed to be coming over on Thursday for the evening.

Next weekend is the Great Invasion of Seattle! I'm getting pretty excited - Pup Sushi and I are going down, and have been offered accommodations at Sparky and Damian's place in Bellevue. They will even drive us around on Saturday night for the CC Attle's fetish night where we'll be meeting with the Seattle Rainy City Rubbermen, doing demos, and promoting Rubbout. I'm scheduled to do another NoSafeWord podcast with Sparky and Daddy Tony on Sunday afternoon - most likely Pup Sushi and I will head back to Vancouver Sunday night.


Rubberstud of the Week #406

Friday, January 29, 2016

La Fistinière

Bed & Breakfast & Fisting
By Clarisse Merigeot

August 1, 2011
La Fistinière’s fisting chapel, aka the Fistine Chapel.  
La Fistinière is an idyllic bed-and-breakfast located on the grounds of a former farm in the French countryside, 100 miles south of Paris. It is distinguished from all other B&Bs in the world by the fact that it is dedicated to fist fucking. Lodgers can eat a gourmet French breakfast in the morning and get their buttholes stretched to the max by noon in one of five private rooms. Or, for the more adventurous, there’s a communal “fisting chapel” in the attic that features all sorts of medieval-looking contraptions and a large mural of muscular men sticking limbs, chains, and traffic cones up one another’s anuses in a series of complex, painful-looking positions. The place is owned by Juan Carlos and François (they both go by their first names only), a friendly pair of nontraditional gentlemen who remodeled the building themselves and run all day-to-day operations except the meals (which are lovingly prepared by François’s sister, Nelly). They also have a cat named Fistouille, which roughly translates to “My Beloved Fist Fuck.” Clearly, these Frenchmen are not afraid to get their hands dirty.

VICE: How did you two meet?
François: At a bathhouse. We quickly fell in love, and Juan told me about fist fucking on our first night together.
Juan Carlos: I tested him right away. He was talented, he got in on his first try. From first contact, you know whether a person’s hand was made for this or not. It’s like somebody’s handshake.

Why did you decide to open a hotel devoted to fisting?
François: We enjoyed throwing orgies at home and wanted to create a place dedicated to fist fucking, where everyone would feel at home. We wanted something welcoming and clean.
Juan: We wanted a place for people to talk, where there would be no discrimination based on race, age, looks, or dick size­—somewhere people could come without feeling ashamed because they were fat or even straight.

The interior of the fisting chapel is illustrated with examples of the type of business that goes on there.
The majority of the population isn’t too interested in plunging their arms into assholes, but those who are act as if it’s a religion. What’s so awesome about fisting?
Juan: It’s the most intimate sort of relation there is, apart from touching someone’s brain directly with your fingers. With fisting, you’re touching someone’s bowels, and through the bowels, all the internal organs. It’s a practice that requires a lot of attention. It’s the act of opening another’s perception in a spiritual way, and it can be almost religious. I believe in the magic of sex.

What are your guests like?
François: I’ve seen comments online about us like, “You’ve got to be a weirdo to go to this place.” But our guests are people you know: your baker, pharmacist, daughter’s philosophy teacher, dentist, or the surgeon who operated on your grandmother.
Juan: The only thing we have never had is a dad and son.
François: Thank God! [laughs]
Juan: But we did have a guy with a baby seat in the back of his car.

What kind of gear can be found in the fisting chapel?
Juan: We have a veterinary speculum, for cows and mares. It helps to open the anus wide really well. There are also table-tennis rackets for “dick-pong.” You play it with your balls and dick. We have baseball bats, which are meant to be put up one’s ass, of course. The golf clubs are as well, and so are the bowling pins. We also have the big traffic cones that are used on motorways. We use them as seats. [laughs] There are also many different-size ropes, for bondage. Then there are the mallets, which are for banging on the perineum and anus. Every time you knock, it opens wider. Oh, and the cage is for locking up our naughty guests.

What do the neighbors think about your operation?
François: We met the local mayor to discuss our project. Two days ago, policemen came by to see whether we had any problems related to homophobia, which has never happened. Fingers crossed. We invite people from the village sometimes, to have a drink or two, to show that we are normal, nice people.

You told me earlier the stuffage record here was someone who put 14 golf balls up his ass.
François: Is that really interesting? Fisting, for us, is not about performance. It’s about pleasure.

Are you ever impressed by someone’s, um, abilities?
Juan: I can be impressed by the anatomical capacity of someone, yes. A person with a whole arm up his ass, for example.

How does that work? Don’t you run out of space?
Juan: If the person is lying on his back, the intestine goes to the right first, then turns left. The arm follows it naturally. Still, you have to know the anatomy to do this.
François: We’ve never had accidents here, though. If we know someone can be brutal, we’ll keep an eye on him. Everyone watches out for the others.

Do you take part in the fistivities?
Juan: We do it from time to time. We can start touching a guy, but we’re never completely available because we need to keep an eye on everyone all the time.
François: We got to a point when things started to go really bad between the two of us. Once the Fistinière was up and rolling we didn’t have a single minute left for ourselves and almost broke up. We talked a lot and now we each have a second husband. They’re not around all the time, but they give us each extra pleasure. The Fistinière takes all of our time, we’re here every day of the year, 24/7. Between the playroom, breakfast, cleaning, and everything else, there are days when we wish we could escape.

Mr. Pickles

It's a twisted animated series on Adult Swim. You're welcome.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

The Devil, You Know

I am checking out Latexskin's latest creative dabble....and inflatable devil hood. Looks pretty good, right?!