RubberReview: Authentic Adventures

Authentic Adventures is by Cazzo Films and directed by Hans Peter Hagen. Released in 1997, it marked their first foray into kinkier porn for the young production company.

There isn't a plot, so much as a bunch of sex scenes loosely tied to each other. They're all filmed at an abandoned industrial site, as many european pornos seem to be. The scenes vary from good old fashioned dominant fucking, to a somewhat obligatory (these days) fisting scene. There's also a somewhat raunchy fuck in a mud puddle at the end. However, in my mind, this is all just filler. What interests me, is the first 10 minutes.

After gearing up in camo fatigues and donning paintball equipment, we're treated to very short paintball sequence where one "unfortunate" lad stumbles upon a man dressed in a military hazmat suit, gloves, waders, and a gas mask. I have no idea what he's doing, but its not important enough to delay him from overpowering the stunned twink, pinning him against a wall with his geared up body.

After examining his tongue (don't ask me why), he gives the boy a few good whacks to let him know who's in charge, but doesn't get especially rough. He pulls his pants down giving his captive's hard cock a few good swats and strokes, then they enjoy a little sensual tit play while kissing his gas mask. A few more swats to his face stops him for getting the wrong idea.

He explores the boy's mouth with his gloved hand, and then gives him a little fuck from behind. He gets him on the floor for some doggie style fucking. As he straddles the boy's butt with his wadered legs, he guides him with his gauntleted hands. It's hard to make out at times, but the rubber soldier is, in fact, wearing a sheath.

After a bit of fucking, the hazmat guy dives into the tight ass with lubed rubber fingers as he manhandles his swinging balls. A little more fucking, and he's ready to "release" his captive. He strokes him to a satisfying and loud, if not especially messy, orgasm. A bit splashes on his gas mask. His mission, apparently accomplished, he tells the boy to take a hike.

I think this scene is hot for a lot of reasons. The gear, of course, but also the lack of dialogue except for grunting and moaning; all you hear is sex and a gas mask. I really wish this movie was nothing but an hour of this. I could see a whole movie revolving around the mysterious rubber soldiers ambushing each boy and having his way with them.

Production: 3/5 - The film is fairly old, and it sort of shows it. Better lighting and camerawork would have made it all the more enjoyable. Still, its definitely not bad looking by any means.

Geariness: 4/5 - Authentic Adventures gets a high mark for its use of heavy rubber gear, which is a rather welcome departure from the rubber polo shirts and chaps that are usually seen in mainstream fetish films. The outfit is also nicely done, with a great Russian PBF gas mask, and waders. The rest of the movie has pretty nondescript skinhead gear and military fatigues.

Sex: 4/5 - The entire film has a lot to offer, running the whole gamut of orifice intruding activities. The scenes are varied and fairly interesting, involving chains, slings, and mud. The rubber scene could have been better, though I appreciate the exploration of this mouth. The whole scene feels a bit rushed, and none of the shots last as long as I wanted them to.

Overall, this movie has a lot to offer, and the rubber scene, alone, makes it one of my favorites.

Mountie in Trouble for Bondage Photos

Or is he?

On July 5th, it was reported that an RCMP officer from the Coquitlam, BC detachment was subject to a code-of-conduct investigation, in regards to sexually explicit photos posted on the internet of him and a woman engaged in S&M and bondage activities.

Excerpt:

The RCMP has not identified the officer, but published reports say Cpl. Jim Brown is the subject of the pictures, which show sexually explicit torture images, including one picture where the man is holding a large butcher knife to a naked woman's throat.
Brown could not be reached for comment.
Several of the photos show a bald-headed man with a goatee, dressed in black, leather-like pants, with a large machete. In one image he is binding the hands and feet of a woman who is lying on green grass and wearing a yellow dress.
Nothing the man wears appears to connect him to the RCMP, although he does wear a pair of tall dark boots in some images.

Read the full article here.

Eww... Girls.

However, on July 6th, another article states that it may not even be him in the more graphic photos. Incidentally, wearing tall dark boots does not make you a Mountie. The constable may, in fact, be the victim of association. And an jump-the-gun news media, eager for more sensational RCMP scandals.

Excerpt:

The identity of the man in some of the pictures circulating through the media has been questioned.
Reive Doig, of Erotica Vancouver Magazine, an online website, said Friday that he knows the man in some of the more explicit pictures, and that man isn't an RCMP officer.
The Mounties have not identified the officer being investigated, but published reports have said Cpl. Jim Brown is the subject of pictures referenced in the media which show sexually explicit scenes.

The full article can be read here.

Frogmen are hot.

I think frogmen are uber hot.

One of the very first websites that I came across as a youth, was the homepage of a rubberman named ncapsul8. His website was filled with images of men in heavy rubber diving gear and hazmat suits. I was in love, instantly. Better still, his website had a very horny selection of videos, showing guys in great rubber gear getting worked on while in bondage. That was new and exciting for an impressionable young man. Moaning into a full face mask, the hiss of air, the creaking as heavy rubber gloves grope your straining erection until you climax into your rubber suit.

Ultimate. Hotness. In the age of dial-up, well worth the wait.

So, is it a surprise that frogmen turn me on? Not really. I drooled over issues of National Geographic, and longed for the day that I would be able to afford the great gear that I wanted so badly. Alas, that kind of gear is expensive. And not exactly something I could pick up at the local dive shop. But still, I hoped, I planned... I got a job. And eventually, eBay appeared, and finally my dream was within my grasp.

But what is it about a frogman that makes a rubberman's cock stir? The gear? Of course. The suit, whether heavy duty, designed for safety and protection or skintight. The specialized equipment, allowing a person to work and play underwater. The mask, transforming the man into a diver, nay, a frogman. The total protection from the elements, and encapsulation by their equipment. Being in the water, but immune to it. But the man inside is also important. There is the implication of hardiness, toughness. After all, the original frogmen were soldiers.

Source: The Frogman's Homepage.

When I think of a frogman, I picture a man, covered from head to toe in thick rubber. His face is concealed behind a dive mask; his breath is deliberate as he breathes from the air tank weighing him down. His feet are flippers, and his hands are thick gloves. Strapped to his body is equipment designed to keep him safe and allow him to work. He is strong, brave, and even a bit mysterious. He's an explorer, a savior, a worker, or a soldier. He's got a job to do, and the water is no match for him. In fact, he's in his element.

And then, back in the locker room, he has wild gay sex with his dive buddy while in gear. Hah!

Do you like frogmen, like I do? What makes it hot for you?

Source: Ning DiveGear group (defunct).

Incidentally kinky #02

Some army boys in MOPP 4 gear get musical. If this were a show, I'd pay to see it.

Worker's Union vs. IML

Those who are attending or familiar with IML should find this interesting. There seems to be some drama surrounding this year's International Mister Leather event in Chicago. By extension, one can assume this would also affect the MIR @ IML events that are running concurrently in the same venues. I came across this post on Joe. My. God.

Excerpt: 

The 34th annual International Mister Leather convention is taking place this weekend in Chicago, where attendees at the host hotel could potentially face a picket line over a long-running union labor dispute.

Read the full post here.

Protesters at the Hyatt Regency Chicago in 2010.

Stormtrooper Romance!

Found this little gem. Amazingly, its not really a comedy. Kinda heavy handed with the drama, but it's still a good watch. It's in Spanish, but there are subtitles. I'm sooooo glad they didn't make them stereotypically uber-gay.



Aw, so cute! Hope they got away!

A webcomic called Starfighter.

I stumbled upon this interesting webcomic, called Starfighter. I recommend you check it out.

The comic is drawn in a (mostly) black and white Japanese anime style, and is set in the future, where the characters are engaged in an interstellar war of sorts. The thing that makes the comic especially appealing is that the spacesuits are tight-fitting, black, and shiny. Did I forget to mention that there is some hot gay sex, too? Yeah, totally not safe for work.

Definitely check out the extras.

This is a yaoi comic. For those unfamiliar with the genre, yaoi, is art or fiction that features gay romance, produced primarily by, and for, females (Edit: Actually, not sure what the gender of the author is, but doesn't really matter). Of course, that doesn't mean we can't indulge in their fantasies, as well. Technically, bara is the correct term for gay stuff made for a gay audience, such as some of the artwork featured in Instigator Magazine, but the term is less widely used among English-speakers.

Thin & Tight or Thick & Loose?

Do you prefer skintight latex or heavy rubber? They are each a staple of rubber fetishism, and indeed, both have many desirable merits. And while I doubt there is any rubberman that would flat-out deny the hotness of either, it's clear most of us have our preferences. Look at any rubberman's gear collection, including your own, and you'll probably see a bias.

Some guys prefer skintight latex, such as catsuits. They revel in the snug and supporting feeling of rubber hugging every curve of their body. As Bootbrush explained in his podcast interview, it moves with you, and feels like an extension of your body. It's a second skin that heightens every touch and caress. You feel protected, and yet, exposed, as the material conforms to every curve and bulge, leaving little to the imagination. The rubberman that you see is like you, but with a smooth, lustrous, latex body.

Other guys, including myself, lean towards heavy rubber; diving suits, hazmat, industrial rubber gear. We love the thick, restrictive feeling as the rubber encapsulates our bodies. The gear contains you, swallows you into the rubber gear itself; you are in it. Sensual touches are distant, yet subtle. You feel protected from the world, safe and secure in its rubbery embrace. You are transformed into a rubber creature, with a man hidden deep inside the shiny folds and ripples of thick rubber.

The reasons why we fall in love with particular pieces and types of gear show us the differences between the two, and also the similarities. Both give a sense of protection, and both are metamorphic. Both provide the same full-body, all-sensory experience of sight, sound, smell and taste. But a key difference to note is that skintight latex is made for fetishists. It's purpose is to feel sensual and look sexy. In that sense, getting into a rubber catsuit can be seen as inherently hyper-sexual. Heavy rubber, on the other hand, is generally made for safety, commercial or industrial purposes. It's the gear of hard working, tough, and often courageous (primarily) men. There must be a hyper-masculinity connection in there, somewhere. And the fact that we take this purpose-made gear, and the personae that it implies, and sexually pervert it, delights me to no end.

They each have they're own advantages. Skintight latex is a great way to show off every curve of your body. Your physique, whatever it may be, is highlighted in smooth, glossy rubber, and is a central part of your image. In contrast, heavy rubber can be seen as a great equalizer... it looks good on just about anyone. In this instance, the adage is true: the clothes make the man.

I'm generalizing, of course. With something so personal as a sexual fetish, there is always special meaning within everything. But, from experience and discussion, I believe my interpretation is fairly typical. Although, absolutely, skintight and heavy are not mutually exclusive. And anyone who loves layering will know that. And thin, loose rubber can be quite stimulating.

So, which do you prefer? Skintight or heavy? Or both, equally? If you had to choose...

Humbled, I salute you.

I just discovered Rubber Canuck's thoughts on some of the reviews regarding the weekend. Particularly, mine. His post is very enlightening, and I highly recommend you to read it. It offers a clear window into the side of Rubbout we don't often think about.

It's now almost 5 AM, and its been bugging me all night, so I'm going post this as soon as it's off my chest. Consider this an open letter.

I feel a bit guilty. And that's probably because I am guilty; of being ungrateful.

The review was hard for me to write, because I've always been a stalwart supporter of Rubbout, at least in so far as that I never really had anything but praise for it. I didn't pull any punches, and in retrospect, I somewhat regret it.

Obviously, for the enormous amount of time and hard work you, Rob, and Doug have put into Rubbout, my words must have felt like a slap in the face. To feel your work is unappreciated is never a good thing. It obviously bothered you, and that bothers me. That's not what I wanted. But, I made stupid assumptions, I spoke without knowing, and without consideration. For that, I sincerely apologize, to each of you.

I've always cherished Rubbout, and would be loathe to ever see it falter. My words were, indeed, harsh, but you were correct; I did mean well. I know that you can't please everyone, and so I should have been more understanding. Although, rather ironically, it seems that what you envision for the future of Rubbout is something I'd like to see. I'd like to help, if I can.

I know (more now, then ever) that organizing Rubbout is a massive undertaking, requiring great personal strength and sacrifice. I am humbled. And I salute you.

Again, thank you.

(I have edited the review.)

Rubbout 21 - After Action Report

Another Rubbout is over. I think I speak for all the attendees in saying that it comes too infrequently and is over too soon. That's what she said! Ohhh! Ahem. Sorry.

Actually, Rubbout 21 was longer than ones of the past. If you include the Thursday "Invasion" and the Monday dive expedition, the event was actually FIVE DAYS. That's pretty awesome. I shall relate that awesomeness to you, as well as the aspects that could have been better. Yes, Rubbout is still a work in progress.

This year, the theme was a sort of sci-fi/alien invasion. This seemed to be right up that alley of my roommate, Longshot, who dressed as Master Chief from the Halo video games for nearly the entire time.

Please note that this is an expression of my own experiences and opinions, and of some of the attendees that I spoke with at the event.

Regardless, a HUGE thank you to Rob, Reid (aka Rubbercanuck), and Doug M. (also Doug S.) for all their hard work. And, of course, thank you to the volunteers!

Thursday - Invasion Night


Rubber Invasion

The invasion of 1181 Davie Street.

The night started with a rendezvous at the Pumpjack Pub, a traditional Rubbout venue. The turnout was quite impressive, with a number of rubbered guys filling out the ranks of regular patrons. A group of guys, whom I shall now refer to as "the pups" were in attendance, displaying their usual playful personalities. After some time enjoying drinks and good conversation, the decision was made to commence the "invasion". Our first stop was a posh gay bar down Davie Street called 1181. It was certainly an interesting contrast, as the Pumpjack has a dark slightly industrial feel with brick, leather, and woodgrains. 1181, however, is all clean lines, glossy finishes, and contemporary designs. Everyone enjoyed a suitably pricey drink, pics were taken, and then it was off to the next venue.

The Oasis Ultra Lounge is more restauranty than either the Pumpjack or 1181. Arriving unannounced, our rubber army proved too much for the poor cook in the kitchen, when some of our group ordered food. The bar, similarly, was backed up for some time as they attempted to serve around 2 or 3 dozen of us. Walking down the street in a mass of rubber and costumes was an exhilarating experience.

Longshot aka Master Chief and Collector2 at the Oasis.

I'm not 100% sure if another bar was crashed afterwards, but as we waited for our food, the momentum seemed to be lost. Many of us called it a night, and retired back to the host hotel for more socializing and cocktails. One of my roommates, RbbrWizrd, took great pride in his mysterious cocktail, known as The Rubb. Although it was a big hit, we're all still in the dark as to the milky greenish-yellow mixer that was the focal point of the drink. And no, its not what you may be thinking. Seriously, that's just gross.

Ruff Party

After the Invasion, there was a bear/cub party. I did not attend, as I am neither a bear, nor especially interested in them. There was some discussion among our group, some of whom are bears, as to the validity of such an party at a rubber-oriented event. The party did not appear to be fetish oriented in any way, as far as I can tell. They are a sponsor, so one can hazard a guess as to how it came to be included on the official schedule. By one account, however, it was a fun night in its own right.



Friday - Rubber Night

Registration

Our room opted to stay in the hotel and host our own little cocktail party, instead of attending the early registration at the Pumpjack. The package can be picked up at the Meat & Greet later on, and consists of a goodie bag with lube, polish, various pamphlets and cards, and a RubberZone 30-day membership!

Meat & Greet

Longshot says Happy Easter!

Hosted at the Junction Pub, the Meat & Greet is a great way to catch up with old friends and meet up with new ones. This year, they played matchmaker and handed out playing cards to which you would seek out the duplicate and engage in conversation. My match was a drag queen from the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, who were there to support the event by selling raffle tickets. The conversation was pretty short, as drag isn't my thing, and I suspect that rubber wasn't high on his list either.

Rubber Party

After a while, we began to migrate back to the Pumpjack for the exclusive Mr. S Leather Rubber Party. I'm told that this is the first time that the Pumpjack has voluntarily closed its doors to the public. Suffice to say, rubber was in high abundance without the regular patrons in the mix. The music was very loud, but not too intense off the dance floor. And there was plenty of eye candy. In the back a few lucky devils were subjected to turns in a rubber sleepsack and a shrinkwrap bondage contraption. I met up with a few friends from the Seattle area, whom I hadn't even known were coming until the last minute. You know who you are!


Saturday - Fetish Night


Puppy Play Party

The Pups next door.

The Puppy Play Party, a hit last year, was hosted at the Junction. It was quite entertaining, featuring a Best in Show competition not unlike the Westminster Dog Show. Handlers allowed their pups to romp and roam on a large padded play area. Attendees enjoyed the cute antics of the rubber or leather pups, and were delighted and thrilled by some impressive puppy maneuvers. Puppies were graded on aspects such as ability to fight for a toy, "loping", and jumping though a hoop. They were also commanded to display their best tricks, which, amongst other things, included doing "the worm". A pup by the name of Roscoe won "Best New Puppy", and Gadget won "Best in Show". It was a great woofy way to spend the afternoon.

Slick: Invasion

Enjoying the night air.

Investigating a noise complaint.

Returning for a second time, this is a "Fetish-Fantasy Party", this time located at Performance Works on Granville Island. Initially, I was impressed. The event volunteers greeted us in a decontamination setting. Dressed in scrubs and surgical masks, they ushered us into an airlock to be polished. The night started off gradually, but quickly, the music became so incredibly loud that all you could do was dance. And I did dance, grinding my crotch into Master Chief's armored codpiece.*grin* But eventually, the noise became intolerable. I had talked to one of the organizers (I forget which one) beforehand and told him of that the previous dance had been criticized for the music volume, and, apparently, my advice was not heeded. Some of us sought refuge in the building's lobby, while others simply left. The organizers provided a shuttle bus service to and from the hotel, and, eventually, complimentary cab service for those that wanted to head out. I don't know how many chose to leave and how many were driven out. The gear levels were also disappointing, as many of the guys seemed to be wearing minimal latex. A few go-go boys in skimpy latex danced on stage (yawn) but otherwise not much happened. Talk of a rubber scene on stage did not appear to pan out. I did not stay the complete night, as the better prospect of vac rack bondage back at the hotel awaited me.

I honestly don't know who is in there...

Slick: Official After Party

This is another event that I had reservations about, and so chose not to attend. Hot steamy bathhouses are not conductive to rubber gear, and almost guarantees that anything you are wearing is taken off. If anyone did go to Steamworks after the dance, please let me know how it went.


Sunday - Recovery

Brunch

We returned to the Junction, this time for brunch. The food was decent and satisfying, consisting of standard breakfast fare including pancakes. The highlight was easily the much anticipated raffle draw. There was a healthy selection of prizes to be won. I am now the proud owner of a Violet Wand. Another of our group won a free massage, and my friends from Washington state won Rubberzone DVDs and some rubber gear.

Kegger

Pretty much just a normal get-together for beers. Rubber gear optional. Did not attend this year, but it's usually a non-affair. We opted to return to the hotel for more cocktails and conversations, and gear play.

Truckerdisco

Truthfully, I have no f-ing clue what this was. Even reading the Rubbout pamphlet doesn't really help. As far as I can tell, it's a dance. Again, without any rubber association. *Sigh*. Did. Not. Attend.

Monday - Dive Deep


Commercial Dive Excursion

Now that's how you collect clams.

Those boots are awesome.

Frogman friends! Smile for the camera!

 As a way to end Rubbout, this was just awesome! The attendance was comparatively tiny, 12, but they were all there because of their love for rubber and diving. Porteau Cove Provincial Park is absolutely beautiful fjord, with scenic mountains and shimmering water. Collector2 took the extraordinary step of bringing everything required to conduct a surface-supplied dive. We are talking majorly big and expensive equipment, which most people never see first-hand, never mind experience. The gear used in the dive was a red Viking HD and a black Gates ProAm, both with Kirby Morgan Superlites. As a lover of frogmen, I must say... uber-hotness. As of yet, I am not a certified diver, and therefore contented myself tending the umbilical lines and assisting the divers in suiting up. But just to be close to men in this kind of gear gave me an instant boner. Rubcop dived his custom black Aquala drysuit, which was a sight to see. I brought my own drysuit along with the intention of simply wearing it and perhaps testing it in the water. We dived until the tide began to threaten our position on shore, but had gotten six divers in the water by then. It was enlightening and exciting, and a great way to spend the day. We dubbed the event DiveOUT, with the intention of doing it again. Afterwards, our dive group met up for dinner and farewell cocktails.

Rubcop's black Aquala with mitts. *drool*

Closing Thoughts

It should be noted that Rubbout is under new management for the first time in years, and so a period of adjustment is completely understandable. Every event has hiccups and its ups and downs. Experience is an asset that previous organizers acquired during their tenure, and given time, the committee should find its comfort zone and greater success should follow. The bar has continually been raised from year to year, and you can only fly so high before you burn up in the sun.

(Edit: For the record, Doug, Reid, and Rob have been integral to the success of Rubbout for many years. They are fully capable and qualified in their roles. This was a factually inaccurate assumption on my part.)

The Mr. S. Leather Rubber Party was definitely enjoyable. Bill, aka RbbrWizrd, the founder of Rubbout, said it had a "European factory party" feel to it. I'm not entirely sure what that is, but it sounds good to me! The Invasion was good fun, as well. And as always, the people you meet and friends you make are well worth the price of admission.

The low point was definitely the Slick party. The music was too loud, and if its really a party, then there should be socializing. How do you socialize when you have to yell to be heard from a foot away? The dance suffered the same volume problem as last year. But it did not feature the really hot bondage and rubber scenes that had been a redeeming quality during the first Slick.

For the most part, I still had a great time, and I will most likely attend next year.

Another for the collection.