When Someone Gets Hurt

A young man into heavy chemical and breath play recently passed away while reading. This response is from Rubber Asylum (via Rubber Canuck), and you can read it here.

For your convenience, I have put the whole post here. I highly recommend you read it.

From my friend RubberAsylum today:

...on Tuesday morning we lost another member of our community and group.

Mike, from Idaho, or "Spuds" as the group labeled him at the party was found after a play accident that at this point appears to be Ethyl Chloride related.

I do not have much other information at this point, but shall share anything else when I find out more.
...

To which Male Bndg gave a heartfelt response:

This is really awful news. He was the nicest guy, only 23 years old, and only recently really finding his "legs" in the scene. He was also quite smart and level headed about play.

I think it's important to spread the word that even some very smart, sane, guys who thought they knew better are no longer with us today. Obviously I don't know the exact circumstances in Mike's case, but he wasn't the sort of guy to take stupid risks.

If you count up the number of really kinky guys you know, and you divide by the number who have died in scenes, the odds are not in our favor. They're not 1 in 10,000 like you might expect, or in my case, even 1 in 50.

The circumstances among them vary widely, but these EIGHT guys died in one sort of play or another just in the last few years. And these are just the ones I know about. I'm sure there are many more:

Mike (SpudsBndg)
James (Bodisama)
David (TieGuy) in the UK
Alejandro Bulaevsky (BikeRubber) found dead in full rubber in his NYC apartment
Bill (Bostoncuir)
David (Gummidawg)
Rubberpanther (a really fun amazing 20something in CA)
Adrian Exley (young guy from UK died at the hand of Gary Leblanc in a BC scene)

And there were a few more prior to the above including a guy who died in the Midwest at the hands of a breathplay top who's still in jail as far as I know. The trend is very much in the wrong direction with more each year.

I would encourage any and all of you to think twice about posting video, pics, stories, etc. that eroticize breathplay, forced substances, etc. without some really obvious warnings and disclaimers. I think sites like XTube have made what used to be extreme play much more widely practiced--often by guys who haven't a clue what the real risks are or how to be reasonably safe.

Sadly, it's all too easy for someone who doesn't know any better to see a hot video with breathplay, ethyl, etc. and while stroking their cock and decide to try it.

I know guys who have the attitude it's a "Darwin" thing and when your time is up, it's up. But I don't buy that. Mike is a very sad example of someone who was smart, not an edge player, and certainly didn't have any Instigator-like death wishes.

Please be safe everyone, spread the word, and think about how your own actions might encourage dangerous--or even fatal--play in others.

So sad that the community has lost another very young new member. Male Bndg is right, it seems to be happening with increasing frequency and especially in 2010 - I can't remember a year when we've lost so many. His points should be well heeded: it is inherently dangerous to engage in breathplay, particularly with gases. This is probably the most extreme of extreme fetish play and really needs to be considered as such for its great risk. It must be the responsibility of all breath players to not only warn and post disclaimers, but also educate.

I admit enjoying breathplay in certain situations and I am definitely not extreme in it. I wouldn't consider myself experienced any more than using condoms and gloves for mild suffocation or shutting off air supply to gas masks for only seconds at a time. But even trying to justify it as being at the light end of the spectrum isn't an excuse to absolve my responsibility to do it safely and only engage in it with others that are experienced in it, and also disclaim that it is something that should be done by experienced players only.

You can see in Male Bndg's list the number of men that have succumbed to asphyxiation for whatever reason. I can say that probably in 80-90% of those cases the man who died was playing alone. Even those of us with best intentions, playing with others, monitoring, and Plan B and Plan C backup can find things going wrong very quickly, so it only strengthens the need to have someone looking after you when engaging in breathplay or bondage and particular in rubber since there's no way to breathe through that miraculous material. It's a very risky engagement and only experienced players should be doing any extreme breathplay scenes.

Rest in peace, Mike.

Nasty Pig's Shred of Hope Campaign

From our website:

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And purple looks SICK with everything from blue jeans to black leather. 

Scratching the Itch

MPPHHHHHH! A friend from DC was in town this weekend and did his best to help me scratch my bondage itch. Loyal readers will know I've recently been into spandex and tights. So I guess he helped me scratch two itches.

The Bondage Itch

What, you ask, is the bondage itch? Well, contrary to popular belief, the bondage itch is nothing at all like jock itch (though I suppose a jock could be involved in a variety of ways). No, the bondage itch is that overwhelming desire for restraint. It rears it's head for me every now and again. It's that low down feeling inside where all you can think about for days at a time is being bound and gagged. No matter how many times you jerk off. No matter how hard you try to think of something else. No matter what you do, all you can manage to focus on is bondage. While every now and again I get the itch to tie someone, most of the time it's me fantasizing about getting roped.

And lately, that is all I can think about. Over the past few days, I have wasted hours dreaming about getting trussed into a tight hogtie and looking at porn. This specific flare seems to be centered around my since-I-was-eleven-years-old kidnap fantasy. That or that sort of old-fashioned tie up game sort of bondage. No sex, no pain, just struggling and mppphhhing. You know?

So come on. Who out there wants to rope me up, stuff my mouth tightly, and leave me to struggle for a bit? No takers? Like any condition, it will go away on it's own eventually. But I may as well ride the wave while it's lasting. Eh?

Why I Will Never Drink Again: A Treatise by BLL

OMG you guys, I was so drunk last night. And this isn't like a story every freshman in college tells roughly four times a week: "Dude, I was so drunk last night you don't even know". I have always been a very responsible drinker. I didn't drink till I turned 21, and ever since then I have had the self-awareness to know I am an incredible lightweight. And while I am a very pleasant little drunk, I usually limit myself to about two drinks (maybe 3 beers).

Well at the Bondage Club last night, I sort of made a misstep. We keep drinks in the back for ourselves and friends/regulars since the club is BYOB. We usually drink said beverages from plastic red party cups. Usually I only have one at most because I really don't drink much. Last night I was feeling good so I had two. Two cups equals four drinks. Hadn't really thought that one through. I was about double my limit, and it was showing. According to everyone there, I was being considerably more pleasant than usual haha.

Suffice to say, I was a mess. I ended up blacking out and only vaguely remember a large portion of the evening. I ended up getting a ride home early. About 10 mins after I got home I B-lined it for the bathroom where I proceeded to vomit for a few minutes. I then spent the next several hours worshipping at the porcelain alter. I didn't vomit much after that initial 10 mins, but there was something profoundly comforting about the toilet when you're in that state. Every time I would stand up the nausea would return, so I stayed draped over it's contoured frame in a drunken stupor. I remember thinking to myself "I would sell my left testicle to be sober right now".

Eventually I got up and sent a quick email to someone. Three hours later I realized I was still on the couch with my laptop and I couldn't remember what I had done during that time lapse. So I carted myself to bed and finally woke up sober several hours later. I was a bit nauseous all day, but otherwise fine. Still, I make it my promise to ME that I will not be drinking that much for a LONG time.

PLUS: I was totally too drunk to get bound and gagged at the club which I was REALLY looking forward to!