The Retired Porn Star

Author: ianlt
Title: The Retired Porn Star
Date: 13 October 2014

THE RETIRED PORN STAR
I had found him while scanning the profiles on my favorite kink rubber site. There, under a rubber hooded head shot, was the name Rex Jaguar. Rex Jaguar, talk about a classic porn star name, happened to be the name of the star of my favorite rubber kink videos when I first discovered my interests 10-15 year previous.
In those videos, Rex Jaguar, had an incredibly beautiful face, and thick long hair. He had a body that could win any body building contest. Every video would begin with him nude except for a steel chastity device locked on. In a brightly lit all white room, with sheer curtains wafting in a breeze, he would pose in front of a mirror. He would pose, laugh and flirt with himself as he would slowly lube his body and slowly encased himself in a rubber catsuit and hood. Then he would enter a black room, lined with shining black rubber, and steel chains. One would only see large muscular arms which would tie him up, then relentlessly abuse him. Then his gag would be removed and for the final half of the video, he would be shown, tied up, voraciously sucking a series of anonymous cock. Every video had the same sequence, but the way he was geared, the way he was tied, the way he was abused, and the cock he sucked always varied enough to keep them interesting.
I have to admit, I didn’t care all that much for the videos when they got to the cock sucking sessions, but my fantasy life was richly enhanced by my lust for his body, and my envy of how he was geared and tied up. For the first 5 years of my kink life, his videos kept me happy. I collected them, still have them, one could see him mature over what must have been a 10 year span of his career, from the lean eager innocence of shining beauty, to the harder, goateed, masculine muscle ripped, erotically arousing toughness. Yet, even in his latter tough year look, he had an approachable friendliness in his eyes that made one care for him and believe that he would care for you.

I typed, “Rex Jaguar?, the one from the videos?”
He typed back, “Yup, the one and only ”
I typed, “Really? You were the subject of all my early lust”
He replied, “Well, thank you. I’m so glad to have obliged”
So, now not only was he beautiful and kinky as all hell, but the friendly and approachable impression he had in his old videos was real. An incredibly unusual combination.
I typed, “You list yourself as a top now? But you were always the one getting tied up in those days”
He typed, “Well, yeah, times change, You know that saying, being a good bottom, makes one a good top. And, occasionally I find ways to keep myself very happy”
Over the next month or so, we exchanged notes when we were online. Pretty much pleasantries, chats about the weather. I blabbed on about my long term lust for him, which scenes in his videos were my favorites, and how I wanted to be encased and tied up like he had been.
And one day he typed” You only live 3-4 hours away, why not drive over to Palm Springs for the weekend, and I’ll tie you up just like your favorite videos”
I’m a firm believer in full disclosure, and given that all his videos were about cock sucking, I told him that I don’t like sucking cock.
He replied, “No worries, I promise you that you will not be sucking cock.” Then he added, “How are you about edging?”
I wrote back, “I cum so easily. And I usually am through once I cum. As a result, I like to wear a chastity device when I get tied up.”
“LOL, I hear you” he wrote, “why do you think I was always locked in one for my videos”

So, a few Saturday’s later, I put on my rubber cat suit with the appropriately placed zippers, and locked on my steel chastity device. I put my jeans, black T-shirt, and my tall laced boots on. In my black leather jacket, I put my eye and mouth open rubber hood, my wallet and my keys, including the chastity device key , since I might want it off after playing.
I was intensely curious what the life of a retired porn star was like? My imagination had him living in an incredible mid century house in the Palm Springs Movie Colony, a pool outside the sliding doors surrounded by lawn and palm trees. He would have some age lines in his face, the same beautiful body, maybe some grey in his hair and goatee. He would probably have a wealthy partner benefactor, and they would have a couple of glorious young studs working around the house.

Daydreaming these thoughts, precum leaking out of the chastity belt, I followed the driving instructions, not really noticing the surroundings, until I pulled up in front of what was a mid century building alright, but not a glamorous house, instead a run down courtyard apartment building with a small house attached, surrounding a small concrete yard with a smaller forlorn pool, a sad palm tree, and a few old lounge chairs. Finding the correct door, the attached house door in fact, I opened the screen door with the rusted frame and part of the screen kicked out, and knocked on the door. A mid range, almost lisping voice could be heard, “Coming, coming”
The door opened. The man opening the door clearly was, and clearly was, not Rex Jaguar. A middle aged man, who clearly had led a rough life greeted me. He was balding with receding severely thinning hair. He had the sagging lined face of someone who had smoked, drank, and partied too much in his life, and he was at least 60-70 pounds overweight, obvious around his face, neck, and under his sweat shirt. But still, those approachable eyes, the facial structure, and the way he moved could only be the Rex Jaguar of my fantasy dreams. I was speechless. My inclination was to turn right around and drive home. I was both angry and sad.
“Steve?” he said, “please do come in”
And being the polite non-confrontive fellow that I am, I stepped into the drab, faded darkish cluttered room that clearly smelled like it needed cleaning.
It was as if he could read my mind, he looked at me with eyes that were both wise and also sad. “Let me get you some iced tea, and we can go sit outside by the pool”
The look he gave me, nearly broke my heart and told me that there was no way I could just haul out of there and leave.
So I followed him into the kitchen, dishes in the sink, counters cluttered with magazines, papers, food boxes, everything sort of grungy and a bit dirty. I took the glass of iced tea and took a sip. It was amazingly good.
We went out and sat on the loungers by the pool in the already hot morning sun. I could feel the sweat pooling under my cat suit, a highly erotic feeling, so I was feeling more comforable with where I was. After the usual small talk about weather and the drive, he said, “You know, we are the same age, you look even better than your profile pics, You must take very good care of yourself”.
“Clearly better than I have” he quietly added.
“Thank you” I said, “I work out a lot, I’d make a good Mormon, no smoking, no drinking, just virtuous living” I joked.
“You weren’t expecting this” he said, sweeping his arms over himself and the pool”
“You can leave if you wish, I’m fairly used to it. You probably thought that I was frozen in time dating from the last video of me. But you know, that life is really rough, you really don’t get paid well and what you get you spend. If you start early like I did, you have no education or training. Life is just one continous party, high most all the time. Men, lots of men, lusting after you, sugar daddies galore, but then they tire of you, you are yesterday, so they take their party away to younger new fresh meat, and you are left there with nothing. Like me, living here. At least I had enough to buy this place, so I can count on some income. You know, I never lied to you, you never asked for a current photo, you never asked at all about my life these days”
What could I say? He was exactly right. Our conversations had always been focused on my day dreams, and I, just as he had stated, just assumed that he hadn’t changed. He spoke not with accusation, not begging, or seeking pity, just explaining what I was seeing directly before me.
“Would you still like to see my playroom?” he asked.
“Sure” I said as I followed him back into the apartment.
He unlocked a door, and stepped aside to let me pass. The room was perfect. It probably had been the attached garage, totally transformed. A blast of cool air, absolute silence, pristinely clean. I stepped down a couple steps into a solid black cube, black rubber floor, shining black latex walls except where there were huge mirrors, and a black painted ceiling with many halogen lights, casting pure white light against the black. Steel eye bolts lined the floor and walls, there was a steel frame for each wall and ceiling. It was obvious that a variety of bondage items could be arranged and changed with the system. One wall was lined with shelves, and drawers, coils of rope and chain.
My cock, trapped in its chastity device sprang to life. I could feel the precum dripping down inside my rubber cat suit, mixing with the sweat from sitting outside by the pool.
He noted my attention to the room, probably could see my excitement. “They gave me the black room set and the gear when they fired me, I guess it was cheaper for them than paying me any royalties. Do you want me to tie you up?” he asked.
I thought to myself, “OK, he is not your day dream, but he is a nice guy, he actually never lied too you about his looks, you just assumed. The room is awesome, and what the fuck, who cares what a top looks like if he is good at what he does, since you are most likely going to be hooded anyway.”
“ Yeah, why not?” I finally answered, dropping my jacket to the floor after I removed the hood from its pocket.
“Put the hood on and take off your clothes, and put your boots back on”
I took off my clothes and put the hood on, tucking my own longish hair into the hood, and tucking the collar into the top of my catsuit. He handed me another mass of rubber. Put this on too. I’ll help” he said. It was a back zip catsuit. He coated the catsuit I was wearing with lube, and helped me step into a thicker, yet surprisingly more supple catsuit. It had attached feet, gloves, and a hood. He aligned the mouth and eyes of the two hoods and zipped up the back. I heard the sound of a small padlock. I put my boots back on and stood, arms at my side, legs slightly apart. I looked good, very good, in the mirrors of this incredible room.
“You really are beautiful you know, close your eyes” Rex said He ran his hands all over my body. I focused on his compliment, the room, and the wonderful feeling of his hands on the two layers of rubber. He ran his hands over my crotch, and felt the chastity device.
“Ah” he said, this is like the one I used to wear. I still wear one, have it on now in fact. You did bring the key? Didn’t you?”
I was so relieved that he had his chastity device on. Much as he was a nice man, and had a great playroom, I still didn’t find him attractive enough to have sex with. I nodded my head, “Yeah the key is in my jacket pocket”
“When did you cum last?” he asked.
“About a week ago, I like to be pretty horney when I play.”
“Maybe you can cum without touching?”
“I don’t know, it has happened before, not often though, usually with nipple play. I’m one of those guys that has nips direct wired to my cock”
“Ah, that explains the zippers there on your cat suit” he said, as he unzipped them and started fondling my nips. “You noticed that the catsuit I gave you has a similar access”
Gawd, it felt so good, he clearly knew how to give pleasure. I stood there, eyes closed, awashed in pleasure, forgetting that this man’s body didn’t please me.
“Here, stand here” he said. “Are you happy? Give me your hands”
He placed large black boxing gloves on each hand, lacing them, and then I noted they had been adapted to have a buckle and lock, as he locked them. He took a section of chain and standing on my very tips of my toes, he hoisted my wrists high over my head. He unzipped the cock access on both catsuits and worked the steel chastity device out to the surface. “Look at yourself! Like what you see?”
I looked at the mirror on the opposite wall. I was bathed in pure white light, I was tightly stretched, black on black. The reflecting pure white light and the dark shadows of black defined the tight contour of my body, always in good lean muscular shape, but so very highlighted by the rubber and being so tightly stretched. The steel chastity device the only change in a seamless catsuit made me look somethng like an android, smooth, featureless.
Actually just looking at my self, not cumming for a week, this incredible room, and the ongoing tweaking of my nips, I came within minutes, a huge shuddering pent up cum complete with loud groans and my pelvis bucking enough to raise my body off my feet. After I had cum, Rex dropped down and sucked at the cum dripping out of the tip of the chastity device. “Remember, I said that you wouldn’t be sucking cock, I’ll be the one doing it” he said as he lowered my arms to a more comfortable position and my feet were firmly on the ground”
“You also said that you only cum once and then you are done. I respect that personal observation, but I want to challenge you to try again. You willing to try again?” he asked.
Looking at myself in the mirror, still almost in awe of myself, (was it the lighting? Or the room? Or was it really looking at myself as I dream that I am?) I nodded yes.
“Excellent” Rex replied, “I think we will both be very happy with that decision. I need the key”
He moved me from the wall, and stood me against a post with a vertical cross bar, which he padlocked my wrists to, arms stretched out across the bar. He knelt down, appeared satisfied and stood up.
“Proper height” he said, “Now, a little more bondage for you!”
He placed a muzzle over my hood. I could mumble but felt the tightness over my mouth, then he locked a tall posture collar on my neck so my head could only look straight forward, not up, down or to the sides, only straight across the room to the mirror reflecting my rubbered body reflected back at me. He unlocked the chastity device, and I felt the cool air on my dripping wet , surprisingly semi-arroused cock. He roped my chest and shoulders to the cross beams and my knees and ankles to the post.
He knelt down, raised his arms and grabbed both nips and started rolling them between his fingers. It felt so good, and then he placed his mouth over my cock. Was I in heaven? I, who only cums once, was rock hard, staring at myself. He would take my entire shaft, in, and out, and then roll his tongue around the head, and tickle my piss slit. Lap gently, lick, slurp. Meanwhile my nips were being rolled, pinched and tweaks. I found myself bucking my pelvis, thrusting into his mouth. Do I do such things?
And promptly I came again, just as hard and just as full as the first time. He took it all in his mouth, then, he kept gently caressing my cock with his tongue and mouth. Usually that hypersensitive time is unpleasant, but somehow he made it feel soothing and relaxing. After maybe 5 minutes or so he seemed satisfied and stood up.
“That was pretty easy” he said, as he loosed the muzzle and took off the posture collar.
I was totally surprised, I couldn’t believe that it had happened so fast and strong. I was completely satisfied, and yet, kind of sad that the play was over and it must be time to drive home.
“That was amazing,” I said to him.
“Yes, it was. Are you thirsty?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty hot, I must be sweating buckets”
Stay here, I’ll get you something to drink” he said, patted my cheek, and left the room. I was surprised that even after I had cum twice, I was pretty comfortable tied up as I was.
He brought me one of those super sized plastic glass of some sports drink with a lot of ice, which cooled me down as he let me sip it through a straw.
“I think you are not done yet” Rex said.
“You know, that was amazing, it felt fantastic. I’ve never cum twice before. I’m sure I’m really done, much as I wish that I wasn’t”
“Trust me, you really aren’t done yet. I’m going to prove it to you”
“No, I’m pretty sure I’m done, it was so worth the drive. I can promise that I will be back”
“I said to trust me. You haven’t any choice really. Not like you can go anywhere anyway”
I started to protest, and he reached over and jammed a large plug gag in my mouth. Then I really started to struggle, thrash around, as little as I could, tied as I was. He may have looked out of shape and obese, but he was still strong and he easily tightly buckled the gag behind my head.
Calmly, he squirted some gel on the inside of a hood and pulled it over the hood and gag that I had on. I was in total darkness, at first I couldn’t breathe, then he must have adjusted the hood over the plug gag, and I discovered that there was a central tube in the gag that I could breathe through. I felt him reach around my head and lace the hood. Then I felt a muzzle put back over my head, this time with an attached blindfold. Then the same posture collar must have been put back on. I could hear the sound of rope being threaded through the “D” rings of the collar and harness. I love head immobilization, and amazingly, once again, my cock sprung back to life.
“Thought so”, he chuckled. And just as suddenly, I relaxed and chuckled myself, “Damm, I told him everything in those chat sessions”
I could feel a cock ring and ball spreader placed around my cock and balls. My legs were untied and he had me spread them apart. Then I could feel him reach under and unzip the ass zipper in my suit. A finger, then some cold, and then persistently, a butt plug, a large butt plug was eased into my ass as I raised my legs and squirmed to help get it in. The ass zip was resealed. I had to laugh at myself, a few minutes ago, I was fighting to be free, and then I had just helped him put a butt plug in my ass, and my cock was raging hard again. “Traitor” I said to myself, as I chomped down on the gag as air wheezed in and out of my lungs.
I could feel cuffs placed around my ankles, and my legs were stretched widely apart and obviously padlocked to a bar near the floor parallel to the arm bar and attached to the center post I was tied to. And I felt a strong tug on my balls, indicating he had tied the ball spreader down to that lower bar as well.
Then he must have knelt down again, grabbing my nips and started on my cock, once again. Kneading my nips, he worked my cock. I think I had memorized his techniques, but that didn’t diminish the tidal wave of pleasure he provided.
At first, I had this high state of arousal, frozen and elegant, it could have gone on forever, but after who knows how long, suddenly I could feel the ball churning sensation that comes with the promise of an orgasm. It was very subtle at first, tentative and episodic, but it was like riding a wave, just getting stronger and stronger, and, like before, I started pumping my pelvis into his mouth as he dug his fingernails into my nips. The more pain my nips got, the more that churning feeling built. The more he licked, tongued, slurped, sucked with the vacuum of his cheeks, the stronger it got until, once again, I came. Where did the cum come from? And like before he kept on the gentle sucking and licking, till my breathing slowed down, the bondage pain subsided.
“Wow, Amazing” I said to myself, “This guy really knows his stuff. He sure did prove his point”
“Well boy, excellent work, once again. You’ve got more in you than you thought you had.”
I could feel his hands gently massaging my body, tweaking and licking my nips. I was still tied up, unable to move, but found myself in that “post bondage glow” that comes with a perfect play time.
“But I have to say” he quietly continued in my ear, “you move too much” as he released the ropes around my muzzle and then removed my posture collar.
Move too much? I was hardly able to move. Actually, I didn’t want to move right now, I was in a state of bliss, I was almost sad to feel the ropes around my head be released.
“That bucking you were doing. It interfered with my work. I’m not going to let that happen this next time”
This next time? He isn’t done yet? He just untied my head, surely I misunderstood him.
But no, I didn’t misunderstand him, I felt another layer of gear placed on my head and zipped up the back. Taking a breath in and out resulted in a clicking sound. He had put a gas mask hood over my two hoods, and muzzle. Then I felt the posture collar go back on, obviously over the neck apron of the hood, and locking my head upright, once again, immobile. And then I felt the ropes tied once again to my collar and then wrapped around and over my gas mask.
I felt him tightly wrapping my hips to the post behind my back, under and over my groins, between my legs, up and over my hips, down through my ass crease, forcing the butt plug deeper into me, the rope passed again and again. There was no way to move my pelvis even a fraction of an inch. The tightness acted as a tourniquet along with the cock ring to, amazingly, create an aroused cock. Could that be possible?
Then I discovered that the butt plug was an electro butt plug, set to throb right against the prostate.
“Oh God!” I grunted as he attacked my nips and that amazing mouth started on my cock once again.
It obviously took longer, but once again, the churning started. He must have had an innate sense, since he turned up the pulse and intensity of the butt plug, and dug his nails harder into my already quite sore nips. I came, once again. I can’t imagine there was much if anything to come out, but Rex eagerly swallowed, turned off the butt plug, and then continued with what must be called, his recovery sucking.
I head him moving around, some chains or equipment being moved. Then I felt the bottom of the post I was tied to being lifted off the ground. Then the head of the post was lowered and I was horizontal. He must have secured the end of the arms to the wall too, so I didn’t tilt over.
“You did a good job boy” he said to me, the air clicking in and out through the gas mask. “Drink now” and I felt ice cold sport drink trickle slowly through my gag. There must have been a fluid port in the gas mask he connected when he placed it over my head. It was really hard to swallow lying down, and with a plug gag in my mouth, but slowly he got a large amount of fluid down rehydrating me and cooling me off. I could feel the fluid inside my cat suit resettling as a result of my changed position.
“Ready to go again?” he asked
“Nooooo” I tried to shout,although only a grunt was possible, and I couldn’t move my head to shake it no.
“Yes, Yes was the right answer, I just knew that is what I would hear you say” he replied. “It is probably getting harder to cum now, so I’ll give you some more help”
“Oh god” I thought, “I’m losing my mind. I’m done, I want to really get out of here, and yet, I love it. I can’t take it anymore, yet I want it”
With more sounds and movements, it was obvious that he was attaching something to the main post. It was a set of bars attached between the lower post near my spread ankles and the main post right around hip height. Ropes were tied just above and below my knees, and over my thighs. He tied the palm of the boxing gloves to the bar. I didn’t even know that I had been flexing my wrists until he took that movement away. Then more rope was wrapped tightly around my lower chest. I felt a smooth round plate placed over my abdomen pushing it deeply into my gut, and ropes must have tied it in place. Taking a breath was a whole lot harder now.
I felt nipple clamps applied to my sensitized tits. I was grateful that they weren’t hard biters, so really they were not all that painful.
Suddenly it became even more of a challenge to take a breath and when I did, there was a bubbling sound.
“That is a bottle breather” he said, makes you work harder to draw the air in through a bottle full of water. You do know, making it harder to breathe makes it easier to cum”
“Here we go” he laughed, and I felt the butt plug start pulsing against my prostate, and then a jolting pain shot through each nip. I gasped, and the bottle bubbled loudly.
He laughed, “electro nip clamps, I thought that you would like them”
So that is why they didn’t hurt when he put them on, the pain was in the electro, and it was timed exactly at the same pulse as the butt plug.
It must have been a few moments later that I felt his glorious mouth soothing my cock, taking the nip pain and transforming it, with the pulsing butt plug into the endorphin rush that goes with great SM play. How to describe it? velvet, cream, smooth as silk, rose petals, well worn highly polished leather, supple thick rubber, all of those thought ran through my mind as I gasped through the gas mask, my breath restricted by ropes over my chest and that plate pressing on my gut, and that bottle making each breath an effort to get air through a weight of water. And I struggled against every rope I was bound with. All the while, pure undescribable bliss radiated from my cock, amazingly getting harder and harder as my body fought toward exhaustion. But Rex won, just as he knew he would. And I came, actually came with fluid from God knows where, in an orgasm as strong as the very first ones.
The bottle was quickly removed, the electro turned off, the abdomen plate quickly loosened, and the gently recovery sucking started all over again.
Peace reigned, bliss, quiet, relaxed, floating.
I was nearly drifting off to sleep when I heard him say. “I don’t know about you, but I need to piss, get something to drink, and get some rest. You probably need all those things too. So go ahead and piss, there is a drain in the floor. I’ll hook you up to more fluids, and then you can take a nap”
It didn’t really register that I wasn’t going to be untied, that I wasn’t going to be using his bathroom, and sitting at his table drinking some sports drink. I think I was too exhausted to care as I felt the ice cold fluid begin to drip through my gag once again. That in turn was just the trigger my bladder needed to release my piss. I could feel the warmth splashing against my chest and abdomen.
“I don’t want you falling off” he was obviously joking. “So I’m going to take these rolls of black rubber and wrap you to the posts, maybe a thousand feet of it, that seems to be the amount I’ve got here”
I could feel my left foot getting wrapped, as he moved up my leg I felt the gentle pressure of an additional layer of rubber. It took a while, but by the pressure I felt, I knew that my entire body was encased in layers and layers of firm secure rubber. All except my cock and balls. I had never been so encased. It was amazingly comfortable, essentially bliss. I was in one of those alpha rhythm states that go with good kink play or a superb massage.
“You probably know that the older you get, the harder it is to find a good Top, and it is less and less likely that you can find the pleasure you used to take for granted. In my video days, I loved the gear, but I could just as easily been the top as the bottom for the bondage. But what I really wanted to do was to be sucking cock. You might have noticed that,” he laughed, “that that was what made me the happy bottom, and now it is exactly the same thing that makes me your very happy top right now!”
So, before I put these ear protectors on your ears, and you lose that final sense, I want to tell you the rules. We are taking a rest. When I come back, you will stay wrapped in these layers of rubber, and tied to this post just like you are now. You will have to cum 4 more times before you are released. You will have to cum within 30 minutes of starting each episode, or that episode will not count. You will still cum, but that episode will just not count in the total. Each time, you will have the electro on, the bottle attached, and the abdomen plate cinched down. The first time will be in this position. The second time you will be turned over, horizontal, face down. That will be hard for me, but you will love it. The third time you will be upright like you were when we started, think of it as sort of a recovery time, and then final time you will be head down, feet to the ceiling”
With that I felt ear protectors placed over my ears, and then felt the layers of rubber wrapping sealing my head to the post. I knew what I would see if I was looking at this scene. A shining black figure, a stretched out body merged to a frame, a gas mask tube coming out of the black shape of the figure’s head, and the only sign of humanity, a white cock and balls nearly glowing in the halogen lights. The figure was waiting, waiting.