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Originally Posted to RubberZone.com. One of my older stories I thought I’d lost. “Ah! I see your waking up Mr. Martin.”“Wh?.. Where?..My head….”“Yes, unfortunately I had to sedate you. You

Jake glanced down at his fuel meter nervously, watching the needle dive ever further past the empty mark. He cursed himself for deciding to take the “scenic” route when he

The elevator doors screeched open as it arrived on the ground floor of the mid-sized apartment complex. Kevin stepped out into the sparsely decorated lobby. To his left, embedded in the wall,

“Hey, geek! What’s up?” Henry bristled at the sound of Blake coming into his workshop. He had been working for the theatre for two years, and not once had Blake

Jacob stared into the liquor-filled glass, swirling it gently as he processed the flurry of emotions pulsing through him. He was annoyed, frustrated, angry, sad, disappointed, but also strangely optimistic.

There are many things to love about gear – the look, the feel, the smell, the sounds. But it’s the fit that really makes it feel great or just passable.

Jack scanned the crowd as he made his way through the bar. It was Fetish Night, so he had donned his favorite blue rubber suit and was trying to find

It was always a fun quest, finding new places to order zentai from. As time went by, Jake had gotten more and more adept at tracking down little suppliers, hidden