Sunday, October 28, 2007

Intubation

I was given a link to a rubber fetish fantasy story called "Fable" by my friend Jim several months ago. It was the hottest gay rubber fantasy story I've read, ever. I've printed it off and bound it so I have a good copy in the bedside table. It is the description of a weekend-long intense rubberslave indoctrination written by someone that knows a lot about anesthetics, medical play, breath control, bondage, long-term wear and a multitude of other incredible fetish and play scenes. One technique that really enthralled me in the story was full intubation. The thought that every orifice is plugged, your system is entirely cleaned out via enema and urethral flush and you are only fed food and air via tubes through an impervious rubber suit while immobilized makes my head spin.
The story describes how experienced rubbermen would swallow down feeding and breathing tubes in the esophagus and nasal cavity while bound and completely rubberized. You are completely shut off, yet completely wired/hosed up to machines for your existence. You would truly be at the mercy of your master for everything that keeps you alive, and that would be the definition of full rubber enslavement, to me. Has anyone tried this or have any information on it?

A couple of exerpts:

Turning to Hans, who had finally got all his tubes under control, Richard asked for the mask. Tom's eyes widened when he saw the mask. It was identical to the one Karl wore strapped to his face. A big black rubber anesthetic mask with a large inflated rubber cuff round the outer rim, it had all the tubes sprouting from it that Karl's had, but it was the tubing inside the mask that had excited Tom. First there was the red rubber feeding tube, then two slimmer red rubber tubes and two slender smooth black rubber tubes. There were also two wires. While Richard held the mask, Hans connected the two smooth black rubber tubes to connectors at the front of Tom's gag, then carefully inserted the feeding tube into the gag as before but leaving the tip in the gag itself.


'We're going to intubate you now Tom, and this may be a little uncomfortable for you for a few seconds. Can you remember how to swallow the feeding tube?'


Tom nodded to Richard that he could. 'Good, well we're not putting that down just now, but we are going to fit you with your nasal tubes.' He indicated the two red rubber tubes sprouting from inside the mask and passing on through it. You must breathe normally through your nose, I realize that at the moment you have no choice about that, but even so, don't attempt to breath through your mouth. As you feel the tubes moving in, try to sniff them up right into your higher nasal passages. As the tips of the tubes pass into the more sensitive areas of the passages you will want to 'gag', you can overcome this by rapid swallowing over and over again; keep this up until the tips of the tubes have passed the sensitive area, and then you will feel comfortable. You will still be aware of the tubes, but hopefully it will become a nice sexy feeling. Are you ready?'


Tom nodded, despite the fact that the prospect of his head, throat and upper chest being invaded by rubber tubing in this way filled him with as much apprehension as it did excitement.


Richard moved away and took up position behind the console, telling Hans to begin inserting the rubber nasal tubes. He watched the monitor carefully. There was a small X-ray camera behind the monitor trained on Tom's head; Richard switched it on. Because the tips of the tubes each had a small dab of barium paint on them, Richard was able to observe the passage of the two tubes into Tom. Hans moved with his customary dexterity and Tom obeyed Richard's instructions, making it unnecessary to make a second attempt or for Richard to intervene. Despite the expected moment of extreme discomfort and near panic by Tom, the procedure was accomplished within seconds and Tom began savoring the feeling of having these rubber tubes in his body.


Richard switched off the camera and returned to Hans who handed the mask to Richard. Working slowly, Richard began moving the mask toward Tom's rubber face, allowing Hans time to pull the surplus lengths of tubing out through the body of the mask, pausing only to allow Richard to reach into the mask and slide a rubber grommet along each of the nasal tubes and locating them just inside Tom's nostrils thus packing out the space between the tubes and the nostrils themselves, ensuring that Tom breathed only through the tubes and not around them. Finally, Richard was holding the mask firmly to Tom's face.


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Karl, unlike Tom, who was fully intubated and who during his time under Richard's rubber guidance had learned to overcome the reflex action of his throat muscles and had achieved conscious control over them, swallowed repeatedly against the tubes in his throat, in effect caressing the tubes with the muscles. For him, this area of his body had become a highly erogenous zone and the rubber invasion of this area of his body - a sensation unknown and probably also repugnant to most rubbermen - was symbolic of the totality of his rubber needs. He fantasized about sharing this wonderful feeling with Tom, who he knew had yet to acquire his own skills in dealing with this unusual aspect of rubber. He thought how wonderful it would have been to have shared the double mask with Tom while both were fully intubated, their sensual rubber lips locked together but impeded slightly by the invading feeding tubes, around which each would entwine their tongues, feeling and tasting the rubber as they felt and tasted each other. The mere thought of such a prospect sent a thrill of added excitement through him. He knew, of course, that Tom was nowhere near ready for such an experience yet.


If I could find someone that would offer to do set up this play scene for me, I would immediately drop everything and be on a plane today!

***For those of you looking for an alternative link to the story (which appears to have been gone for some time), I found another copy of at least the first chapter here.

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