Felix Katz Originals

It’s always nice to start out your day in full rubber and chastity. Today was gonna be a play day for us, and to get me in the right mood for the start, he’d put me in my rubber catsuit with attached gloves and socks and my hood last night before going to sleep. Locking on the hood means that I wouldn’t be able to take off my gear, and a chastity belt made sure that I couldn’t get off. When I woke up like this, my rubber skin felt completely natural … but having been in chastity all night meant that I was horny as hell already. What was going to happen today? After breakfast, he started me out by tying me spread-eagle to the bed. He took off my chastity belt, and I was rock-hard within seconds. He chuckled at my raging hard-on. “Did you notice anything tasting differently about your granola this morning? I slipped you some viagra … you’re gonna be hard all day. But I don’t want you to come … I just want you hard so I can use you as my toy.” He spread some anaesthetic cream on my dick...

It was a fairly normal encounter during fetish weekend: Two masters sitting at the bar and chatting, their subs on leashes behind them. In this case, one of them had a rubber gimp on his leash, hands chained behind its back, a gas mask with darkened lenses obscuring its features. The other one had a rubber puppy sitting at his feet, hands locked in rubber paws, and a plug tail protruding from its butt. Both subs were locked in stainless steel chastity belts. At one point, the master of the pup mentioned, “You know, my pup has always wondered what it’s like to be a gimp.” The other one replied “That’s funny, my gimp keeps telling me that it’s curious what it is like to be a pup.” They looked at each other. “Our boys are the same size, no?” – “You know that. We’ve borrowed gear from each other for them so many times.” – “So?” – “Let’s do it.” The subs had been oblivious to this exchange, lost in their little fetish world. They startled as they were simultaneously dragged to the darkr...

If there’s one thing I know about J, it’s that he loves edging. He just loves making a guy squirm and pant and moan. It’s what makes him hard. And if the guy is in some kind of gear, so much the better. We’d never talked much about bondage or some of the other things I like, or set up any kind of “scene”. Sex with J had always just been relaxed fooling around, maybe getting into some gear. And I liked it a lot. But this time I wanted to try something new. So I told J to wait outside the bedroom for 30 minutes and then come in. If he didn’t like what he found there, he could just let me out, no hard feelings, no obligations, and we’d just hang out. But if he did like what he found, he could do whatever he wanted. He could also take whatever time or pace he wanted -- I knew I’d be comfortable like that for hours, so there was no need to hurry. And I was pretty sure he would like what he was going to see. Once inside the bedroom, I put a rubber sheet on the bed and gathered some s...

They were having their big annual rubber night at the fetish club again, and E told me that they needed some decoration for the party -- something to make the place seem a little more edgy and put people in the right mood. He knows my liking for long-term bondage and bondage in public, so I was his first choice. He told me to arrive at his place around 8 on the day of the party and bring my rubber gear. When I arrived there were a half dozen guys already present waiting for me. He led me to his garage and showed me what he had in mind: He’d taken a big 1m x 2m board of wood and covered it with upholstery form. On top of the foam he’d put a layer of vinyl. The idea was that they’d attach me to the board, transport me to the fetish club, put me on display for the whole night, and then take me home again. Since the whole process would be faster with more people, and since the board with me attached would also be pretty heavy to move, he’d gotten a couple of friends to help. At E’s c...

I’d never been to this fetish club before -- but one peculiar piece of decoration immediately caught my eye: On a short plinth next to the dance floor stood a glossy black statue. It was lit in blue light from below, slowly pulsating, throwing its spread out legs and outstretched arms into relief. Its proportions were strangely brutish, as if the sculptor had taken an ordinary human form and just inflated it by 10%, losing all detail in the process. Blotchy fingers were fused together, the face was one blank area with just the smallest indication of a nose and a mouth. I walked around the statue several times, admiring it. On a closer look however I noticed a tiny seam running down both sides of it. It was really hard to notice, especially in the dim light of the club. And looking more closely, I saw small holes dotted along the seam. There was a seam around the crotch area with its strangely bloated cock as well, with the same kinds of holes. Intrigued, I asked one of the regulars...

I was taking F to the fetish club again tonight -- but this time I had a special treat planned for him. The guy has a total fetish for locks -- every single piece of his gear is lockable. His rubber catsuit has lockable zippers, his doggy hood has a lockable collar, his paws lock on, and of course his metal chastity belt locks on as well. He gets off on being locked in his gear and not being able to get out. So I had him get into it, took his keys and locked every single lock. For good measure, I told him to wear his plug tail as well, which locks onto his chastity belt, so he couldn’t take that one out either. I paraded him around the club for a while before handing his leash off to E and J, two good friends of ours. Unbeknownst to him, I’d made a deal with E and J: They’d take him home to their place, while I’d take the keys, so he’d have to stay in his gear till the next morning. I knew that being locked in and knowing that his keys were miles away would make him horny as hell. ...