There is an old man who lives in the swamps. This old man wears nothing but rubber. But not to stay dry. He wears it to keep the wetness in. Professional web drifters go deep. They spelunk the darkest, wettest, most horrifying caverns on Internet where few dare travel for fear that they might never find their way back to The Light. It was during one of these extraordinarily deep Internet explorations that I came upon the phantasmagoric realm of LeatherOaks.org. Yes, Leather Oaks is the place, existing at the end of a maze of crazy back roads deep in the swamps of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, but Harold Ivey is the man who created the place. And Harold's creation, online and in the physical realm, is a dark chamber of leather, vinyl and rubber, all fitting snuggly to contain sundry fluids against the body, from swamp mud to pool water to the unspeakable juices that pulse forth from man. And Harold himself? Will he horrify you, with his gnarled old man's body and hundreds of ornately constructed leather, rubber and vinyl play suits? Will he incense you, with his troops of rubber fetish men and massive jock-up collection? Will he terrify you, with his wizard's tower of bondage swings, suits of armor and pony saddles? Or will all of his obsessions come together to titillate you in ways you never imagined they could? There is only one way to find out, web drifters. Journey with me now down those crazy southern back roads to the deep, murky swamps to experience Leather Oaks. And if you're coming, better wear your waders.