#full rubber

[djulkalendji]

[rubbergimp19]

[oozerboy]

Leather Easter… wir und der bs biker…

[derekwriteskink]

Store property

Ian woke up unable to move, he couldn’t see and his noise was filled with the smell of rubber. Ian felt the tape around his elbows and knees. The layering was so thick that it left him unable to move, the rubber on his body was incredibly tight and his head was completely incased in a tight rubber hood. Ian felt air being pushed in and out through the mask as someone controlled his breathing. Ian tried to call out, but a huge gag in his mouth prevented him from uttering a single word. Ian’s feet were locked securely in knee high grinders that were bolted firmly to the floor. His body was supported by a large metal stand. Ian knew little about his predicament, and he therefore had no idea that he was on display in a fetish store. Ian felt hands inspecting his package as he remained trapped in his rubber gimp suit. Ian felt his back passage opening and he felt a large metal rod entering his hole. The metal rod connected to the larger stand and Ian’s positioning was altered so that he had to lean into it for support. Ian’s crotch zipper was opened and his cock was incased in a metallic cage, the zipper was then closed. Ian felt the device controlling his breathing get removed, as he took a breath of own will, his gag was removed, as he attempted to scream, a tube was placed into his mouth and locked in place, Ian felt warm starchy liquid entering his mouth, Ian had no choice but to swallow or choke, he swallowed the liquid, it was tasteless and he knew that it was some type of food. The tube was removed and Ian’s mouth was forcefully washed out and his teeth were brushed. The gag was placed back into Ian’s mouth and his mouth was yet again completely filled by it. His breathing was placed back under control. As Ian remained trapped, customers entered the store and admired the gear on display. Ian felt constant feeling of his package, as customers admired him. Ian was left with no way out. He was now store property.

[latex-fanatic]

FINALLY GOT A CATSUIT FEELING GREAT!!

[rubbergimp19]

Please sit down....

[tanky-baby]

i like to believe that Darlin has enough money saved up somewhere to send someone to college but still actively chose to live like a bum

[rubrhyhd-blog]

[hopefulcollectivejellyfish-blog]

[bookshelf-in-progress]

No matter how many times it happens, I'm always shocked by how reliably all my problems with any given story are solved by making it shorter. If I go into a story with the idea that it'll be long, that I should use as much detail as I want to craft a full-length and fully-fleshed-out story instead of a short one, it always turns into this rambling, meandering, soulless thing that's no fun to read, and I get tangled up in so many flimsy, sprawling layers of character and worldbuilding that the plot becomes unworkable.

The minute I tell myself, "Let's make this as short as possible," the problems fall away, I find the heart of the story again, the pacing is brisk, scenes get multiple purposes, the world feels deeper because I'm implying things that spark the reader's imagination rather than trying to put every threadbare, boring detail on the page. Every time. You'd think I'd have learned by now.

[dailypocketcat]

Day 31

[hazmatgearguy]

Young man wearing a camo hooded jacket with a chemical gas mask.

Looks very secure on his face!

[pipartuuli]

Kloktober 2023 Day 7 - Missing AOTD scene

...

They'd let him get too close. They'd been so focused on Nathan's injuries - serious injuries, enough to have downed the vocalist - that none of Dethklok had noticed one of Salacia's fanatical devotees creeping close, machete in hand, raising it in preparation to strike--!

CRACK!

The would-be assassin, sporting a new fist-sized hole in the center mass of his torso courtesy of the buckshot that had ripped its way through him, collapsed onto the snow with a soft thud, dead. The four still-conscious members of Dethklok wheeled around to determine the source of the gunshot. There on the ridge were two familiar figures: Nathan's mother and father. Rose, her entire five-foot-two frame trembling with maternal rage, still held a double barreled shotgun leveled, ready to fire another round if their attacker dared to show any residual signs of life.

Over the cacophony of the battle raging behind them, the band could just make out her battlecry: "Not my baby you don't, you bastard!"

...

Would have LOVED to see the parents in the final battle! Could totally see them all cresting the ridge, holding various makeshift weapons. They might not always be the best parents or easiest to get along with, but no one - NO ONE - touches their babies, dammit!!

[iilmunchkiin]

Guys I'm tweaking I wanna draw I WANNA DRAW ANGST SO BADDDDD

Trying my best to post in order so the timeline makes sense but oughh the urge to just... take my pants off and show the raw angst is GRRRRRR MY EYES ARE TWITCHINGGG!!!

[revelisms]

Vampire-coded crime boss and his banshee daughter.