Felix Katz Originals

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. ...

I’d been in my rubber doggy gear for a couple of hours now -- full body catsuit with everything attached, doggy hood with a built-in gag, kneepads, paws, the full monty. My friend M had locked me into my gear at the beginning of the fetish party, making sure I couldn’t get out of any of it on my own. He’d even insisted I wear my metal chastity belt, which held in my plug tail. He’d led me round the party by my leash, and I’d gotten lots of attention from the other guys -- rubbing me all over, cuddling me and telling me I was a good boy. They couldn’t do much more with me since my dick was locked away and all my holes were filled, but I loved it anyway. After a while M passed my leash on to J and E while he went to the darkroom to have some fun of his own. I didn’t mind -- J and E hung out at the bar, I sat at their feet, people passed by and petted me, and I was in a nicely complacent doggy mood. I even dozed off briefly leaning against J’s leg. But now I noticed the place gettin...