Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Mm, rubber, cons, breath control I have decided to complete the last segment of the story series next. The Following story is TRUE, names have been changed, and some details slightly embellished to make it better reading. I have merged both the story of my good friend {Nelson} and mine. Any dialoge has either an N in front for Nelson, or an M for master (that is me). I had meant to write and post these stories in the order of their occurrence, but you would be surprised how busy you get when you have a hunky boy to play with ;) Installment thirteen: part a: (Late August/Early September 2010) [boy] Nelson turned the car off, and exhaled. He looked over to the right of his car and looked at the house. He had come just about every weekend for the last 15 weeks to meet up with his master. Each week he had been the subject to stricter and stricter punishment, and he loved it. His dick would spring to attention each time he thought of the approaching weekend. However this week was different. His master had warned him that this would be a no-holds barred session. No safe words, no limits would be accepted. This was the long term goal that both of them had decided to work towards now over 3 months ago. Today was the day on which he would relinquish all vestiges of control to his master. If his experiences over the last months had been any guide, this would be a rather intense, and yet wonderful session. He had some hesitation; he knew that his master was a truly stern one, and that he took a tremendous gamble by giving up total control. Each week he had the opportunity to simply drive away, and stop coming. However, somehow week after week he had come back to subject himself to his master's increasingly controlling pleasures. He could still leave right now he thought. He caught a motion on the curtains of the window closest to the car. His master had seen him arrive. Too late; Nelson reached for the door handle, and stepped out of the car. He grabbed his back pack, and closed the car door with an unenthusiastic thud. He walked towards the front door. [master] I finally completed all the preparations for the weekend. Friday evening had become my favorite time of the week. Now that i was done i had nothing to do except waiting for Nelson to show up. He had been coming for regular sessions for over 3 months now, and Nelson had over this time explored and stretched his limits. I had been careful not too push Nelson too soon or too hard, but this long weekend, I would have free reign of his body. The previous week we had discussed, and had agreed that the next session would be one with no limits, and no safe passwords. I was not sure if Nelson would show up. I saw trepidation on his face when we discussed this step. So far the kid had kept showing up week after week, even though he was free to stop coming if he wanted. By now I had a pretty good idea of what Nelson could take, which was plenty, and he had devised a session that would sorely test him. Just thinking about what he had planned made me hard again. I laid down in the bed, and stretched in the bed. I could hardly wait. then I heard Nelson's car drive up and stop. He was here after all. Good! I thought to myself. It would be a shame to have done all those preparations for nothing. I peaked out the window and saw Nelson thinking in the car. [boy] Nelson pressed the door bell and the door opened. He came into the house, and the door closed behind him. N -- Hello sir! M == Hello Nelson, are you ready for our session? N -- Yes sir, M == Good. Have you prepared as i asked? N -- I have done as you asked me, I have not eaten anything for the last 24 hours, and I have drunk plenty of fluids. M == Good, well done; now go ahead and prepare yourself for me. Nelson walked into the guess bedroom, and dropped his shoulder pack on the bed. Then he took off his shirt, jeans, and Speedo's which he wore as underwear, as per his master's direction. He looked at himself in the mirror with some vanity. He had gotten considerably more muscular these last couple of months thanks to his master's directions on exercising regularly and vigorously. He was starting to sport the beginnings of an 8 pack in his abdomen, and overall he could truly regard himself as ripped. Even the veins in his abdomen were visible now. Nelson headed into the bathroom and began the weekly cleansing ritual. He would use a flexible hose to flood and void his colon 3 times until he ran clear. He also took a shower treating his body to three thorough soap/rinse cycles. Just as he had finished, his master came in the bathroom. M == Have you cleaned yourself well? N --- Yes sir, 3 times like always. M == Go ahead and do it one more time boy. N--- Yes sir. Nelson obeyed, allowing a couple of liters of lukewarm water to penetrate his anus and flood his rectum. He held it for a while before sitting on the toilet and letting the water out of him. It was running almost perfectly clear now. M == Are you ready? N --- Yes sir, I am M== you remember that there will be no limits this time Nelson felt as if the room moved side to side. Was this a wise thing to do? Before he could even think about it he heard himself responding. N--- Yes sir, no limits, I will be at your mercy sir. M == the whole weekend N--- yes M === Very well boy, prepare, then go downstairs and wait my command. The master stepped out of the bedroom, leaving Nelson alone. Nelson took a deep breath. His heart was pounding driven by both anticipation and anxiety. He turned around and grabbed the towel and finished drying himself off. Then he opened his backpack and dumped its contents on the bed. He picked the prescrived pair of red speedos, and put them on. These were particulary tight, but very confortable, and were particularly good at highlightign his endowment. Nelson sat on the bed, his heart pumping even harder now. He could still leave right now he thought once again. Yet once again, as if directed by an unforseen force, he exaled, got up, and headed to the basement to meet his fate. [master] I could tell that Nelson was nervous, so i let him alone in the guess bedroom to get ready and let him gatther his wits. He would need them I thought to myself. I did not want to be interrupted while I was downstairs in the basement, so i started to do my own check list of things. I lowered the blinds on all the windows, disconnected the door bell, took the phone off the hook, and turned my cell phone off. Then just to make sure I made sure that both the front and back door were locked with both locks. Once that was done, i headed to my bedroom to dress for the ocasion. I put on a jock strap, and my favorite pair of jeans, plus a white cotton shirt. Then i put on my pair of work boots, and headed to the basement. When i got there Nelson was standign at the bottom of the stairs facing the wall with his hands on the wall. Time to get started i thought. [boy] I heard my master come down the stairs. My heart pumping was pumping furiously, my window of oportunity to avoid this was about to close M == Hands together above your head boy I complied, why? why? I could have refused, but... I took my hands off the wall, and brought them together above my head. Then I felt a padded cuff close around my right wrist and made snug witht he carateristic racheting sound and then quikly around the left wrist as well. Then master placed his left hand around the back of my neck, while he grabbed the short chain between the cuffs and held my hands on my head. Thus he gently pushed me towards the dungeon room. I no longer had freedom. [master] Once I took the boy in the dungeon I parked him direcly under the floor drain. There I picked up a rope that was dangling from the eye bolt in the ceiling and tied it to his wrist cuffs. Then with a gengle tug I pulled the boys arms above his head, until they were well above his head, but not fully streched. I tied the other end on the wall beam, and thus restrained, i began my handy work. The boy looked stunning, and the lightign in the Dungeon helped to highlight his musculature. To make it fun I reached from behind the boy and gently teased his package. The boy reacted quickly to the stimulus, and soon the tight red speedos struggled to hold back his raging erection. I stopped There were many things that needed doing. The first thing i wanted to do was to eliminate all the hair from the boys body. To do this, i slipped my thumbs under the waistband of the speedos the boy was wearing and pulled them down. The boys still ragin erection bobbed up and down unrestrained as i drove the speedos to the floor, and then pulled them under the feet, leaving the boy naked and exposed. Next I put on a pair of latex gloves, grabbed a bottle nair and poured the pink paste onto my other hand, and i got busy spreading it on the boy. Started on the shoulders, and worked my way down, then around the base of the legs, and then gradually up, making sure not to get any on the boys genitals. Finally, i covered the abdomen and arms, making sure that i applied a particularly generous amount in the arm pits. When i finished, i took the globes, and set the kitchen counter to 10 minutes. While the delipatory cream worked its magic, i set to work in the bush of hair just above the boys dick. I spread some shaving cream, and got to work on it, finally wiping the hair/cream mix away with a towel. By the time i finished, the kitchen timer went off. I picked up the rolled up hose from the wall and unfurled it, while i allowed the hot water to flow in the sink. Once the flow warmed up, i turned the water off, and screwed the open end of the sink to the hose, then i turned the water on again. I picked up the other end of the hose, and a towell and approached the boy. A gentle squeeze of the trigger on the hose gun allowed a shower of warm water to strike the boy. As the water started to wash the cream on the boy, i began to wipe the boys skin. The results were just as spected. What ever body hair was there before, was now washing away and flowing down the drain, leaving behind an almost hairless boy. Once i was done, I shut off the water, and wiped the boy dry. An inspection revealed that not all the hair had been successfully removed. I had expected this, so i put on a fresh pair of latex globes, and applied a second coat of nair to the boy, though thinner this time. I also took a chance, and used some on the top base of the boys dick. I had to be carefull, since i knew that if any of it got on the boy's glands, they would burn something fearce. I only waited about 4 or 5 minutes this time, and by the time the second wash was completed, the boy had no body hair. He looked phenomenal, and i had to fight my own erection, which had, at the site of the bound boy, sprang to attention. [boy] My legs were starting to get tired, it felt like i had been standing there for well over an hour. However I was not particularly focused on that. Instead i was wondering how I was going to either hide, or explain the dissapearence of all my body hair to mom, or my friends. What ever the stuff was that master had used on my body, had removed all of it. Good, why had i agreed to this?? and yet, master, though in total controll, was treating me gently. The harshness of the chemical he used to remove the hair, had left my skin somewhat irritated, and now he was gently, almost caresing me in fact, spreading a skin moisterizer, which felt good against my skin. [master] When i finished applying the moisturizer, i figured i was ready for the next step. I took the red speedos that i had removed from the boy a while back, and nealed in front of him. With out having to say a word, he lifted first one leg and then the other as i threaded the speedos in the legs. Then with one tug, i drove them back up. Then i walked around and pushed the waist band the rest of the way up, first on the back, and then on the front where, to good effect, i cupped the boy and adjusted his package so that it would fit confortably in the tight speedos. I caresed the boy again, feeling his tight body, and scrumchious abdomen, feeling the bumps of his washboard abbs, and then allowing my hand to wander lower, and caress his speedo bound package again. I stopped and admired the boy, hairless and at my mercy. Time to take the next step i thought to myself. [boy] I could feel my hard on strain against the speedos, and i wished that master would let me cum, however i knew better than to expect that, and in fact i proved myself correct. Just as i was feeling the first echoes of a mounting orgasm, he stopped. He walked away, and returned carrying a large blue plastic tub with a white lid. He placed it on top of the side table with a thud, unclipped the plastic cover and reached into it. First he took out a neoprene hood, which he put on me. The hood had a lip around my neck, which stuck about 3 inches all around. Then he reached a second time into the tub, and this time he took out a gas mask. He pulled the mask's straps to loosen them up. Then he looked at me with a hint of a smile and raised the mask towards my face. He placed it on my face and then pulled on the holding straps over the hood and behind my head, and proceeded to tighten them. A rytmic hiss hass sound started as a seal formed and i inhaled air through the mask's valve. Already, the feeling of rubber on me excited me, and I could feel my member renew its efforts to free itself from the bonds of the speedo that held it. Next, master reached once again into the tub and came out with a wetsuit. He laid it out, and unzipped the back of it, then he looked again at me, this time with a more pronounced smile than before, and held it up for me to thread my leg through the opening that he presented. first one leg, then the other. Once done, he pulled the garment up, so that it fit nice and snug over my legs and crotch. Not loosing the oportunity to feel me up once again, and no doubt enjoying the find of my rock hard erection. He then undid the hand cuffs that had been holding my arms up all this time, and helped me pull my arms through each of the sleeves of the very snug wetsuit. He then used his hands to shoehorn the back of it together, and with a gengle pull closed up the zip on the back of the wetsuit. Master then reached on the tub once again and produced a pair of neoprene globes, which he put on my hands. [master] The boy was now covered in neoprene, save his feet. I took a pair of seal socks, and put them around each of his feet, then I took the pair of snowboarding boots out, and placed them in front of the boy. M == feet into them boy The boy complied, and stepped first into the left boot, then the right boot. I kneeled and used the built in rachet fastener in the boot to make it snug around the boy's feet and legs, but not to so much so that it would inpair circulation. Then I took the leather collar, and closed it around the boys neck, with an ok amount of slack. now came the first fun part of the weekend. M == hands to the side boy I took three one foot climbing runners that had been hitched together. I passed one of the three loops around one of his wrists, then took it around his back, and looped a second loop on his right wrist. There was ample slack on the loops, with the third loop hanging from the middle of his back. Then i reached for the padded cuffs still dangling from the ceiling, and freed the cuffs. I then reached between the boys legs, and pulled the third dangling runner towards me. I made sure that the runner lenghts ran on either side of the boys bulge, enhancing its appearance through the bulge. Then i threaded the chain between the cuffs through the runner, and pulled up on the loop. Finally, i closed the cuff first on the right wrist, and then with some effort on the right wrist. This had the effect of tigtly holding the boys hands right abuot where his belly button was. I rubbed his crotch a few times, obviously stimuating the boy, since i could hear his breathing speed up, as the inhaling and exhaling sound coming from the gas mask sped up. m [boy] master had effectively inmobilized my arms and hands, and i was standing in the room feeling my rock hard erection strainign against the speedos, while wearing the wetsuit. A gas mask was securely fastened around my face, and i was terribly horny. I was defenetely longing to be allowed to cum, but with my hands bound as they where, my crotch might as well be a mile away. I could not help myself to emitting a slight moan of desire, as i could feel my pulse throb my cock against its confine. [master] The boy was nearly where I wanted him, and to look at the well defined outline of his dick on the wetsuit, his mind was already where i wanted. The only thing left to do for now was to finish the setup. I took a strap and run it behind the boy's back, brining his arms closer together at the elbows, and making it that much harder for him to reach his crotch, which was no doubt attracting most of his attention. I was particularly pleased to hear a slight moan coming from the boy. I could not help but to smirk, this was sure fun. I grasped the boy from his right arm, and pointed at the cot on the corner. Encumbered by the heavy snow boarding boots he lumbered forward. Once there i turned him around and had him sit on the edge. Then I lifted his legs and swung them in the cot. [boy] master sat me on the cot, and got me in it. The footboard, which consisted of a thick piece of lumber, had the snowboard boot binds attached to it, and I inmediately knew what he was going to use them for. He scootted me lower down the cot, and guided each of the boots into the bindings. Fristh my right one, which gave him a bit of trouble. The solid sounding "Clack" announced his success enganging that binding. The left boot proved much easier to bind. This left my legs about 20 degrees apart and in a confortable angle and degree of support from the mattress. Then he reached around my chest, and streched me back up the cot. M == sit up boy! I sat up as instructed. Master wrapped a webbing strap around my chest, passight just below my arm pits, and pressed me back down to the cot. Then the swang the strap under the cot, and cinched the two ends together, which he then tightened, pressing me gently but firmly against the mattress. [master] I debated with myself for an instant on whether to use the collar around the boy to strech him further. My excitement about doing that made the hesitation as brief as one could imagen. I did however want to be careful, so i took a 3 pound weight, attached it to a 3 foot climbing runner, hitched the runner to the collar around the boys neck, and then allowed the weight to hang from the headboard, putting a noticiable, but not troubling amount of pressure on the boys neck. [boy] I could feel the pull on my neck from the collar, but i could not really see what was causing it. What i did know for sure is that i was desperately horny, and wanted release. That and the fact that i was rather hot. maters were not helped when master ran his hand over my torso, and slowly, meander down to my bulging, throbbing crotch area, where to my great happiness, he started lightly stroking me. I was so horny, that I quickly started to feel the vague buildup of an explosive ejaculation. I should have know better than to expect such an easy release, because as soon as the buildup started, master stopped, frustrating any progress towards my fervently desired release. I moaned unvoluntarily, half in pleasure, half in frustration. We made eye contact, him looking at my eyes through the gas mask, me looking up at him. He gave me that smirk that made me inmediately understand that his fun had just began; along with my tormet. [master] My jockstrap was now well tented, thanks to the stunning look of the boy clad in neoprene, and at my mercy. The wetsuit was so nice form fitting, and the boy so muscular that you could discern the outline of his abdominal muscles. A feature which was great, but greatly outshined by the beautfully oulined bulge between his muscular legs. I had already teased the boy a few times, and now his hard on was almost permanent. I had to wait almost 3 or 4 minutes for it to subside each time, so that i could start the cycle of edging once again with out accidentally making the boy cum. His release was a long way off. for my fith cycle, I decided that i would bring the boy extra close to release. I wanted him despertadely horny. So once again I caressed him, and once again I allowed my hand to descend towards his crotch area. The boy was so horny now, that even before my hands would get anywhere near his dick, he was once again sporting a hard on. I started a nice and slow motion over the croth. Each time i did this I could hear the boy's rythm of breathing through the mask speed up dramatically, now intermixed with some moans. I kept going, purposely slow, forcing the buildup in the boy's loins to be as excruciatingly slow as possible. [boy] @*&D&hdhd I wan to come!!. My thoughts where a whirwind all affluter, unfocused in any one thing, but finding release for my sexual energy. Master's slow stimulation kept frustrating my inmediate desire. I needed to cum now. When master took me once again to what seemed like just a stroke away from the all consuming desire to cum I became desperate. In desperation I started to buck my hips. A motion which provided just the slightest amount of stimulation to my speedo-neoprene bound dick, but which was the only method of stimulatin that i could deliver to myself. [master] I knew i had the boy when he started bucking his hips in desperation. With such a limited range of motion, there was minimal chance that he could actually bring himself to cumming. However the boy was magnificiently fit, and might just manage to accomplish his desperatedly desired goal. No matter, i had foreseened this eventuallity. I allowed the boy to continue bucking for a few minutes, concious that his breathing rate had become a furious inhale and exhale method. However after about almost 5 minutes of this, i sprang up the next perversed part of my session on the boy. I grabbed a piece of plastic that screwed into the air intake of the mask from the tub. The piece would only allowed a very limited amount of air through it. So limited in fact that bucking his hips would not be possible. I sat on the side of cot next to the bucking, neoprene-clad, nearly-inmovilized, desperatedly-horny boy, and reached to the gas mask, where i placed the air flow reducer, and started to screw it in the mask. Slowly reducing the boys air suply to a trickle, and forcing him to inhaling for a long time to acquire enough air to breath. As expected the bucking stopped. [boy] As i desperatedly continue thrusting my hips as hard as i could to obtain that slight stimulation, which i hoped would bring me to the orgasm that i so deeply wanted at this point, i noticed master just taking in the sight of me struggling for release. In hindsight i should have known that he was up to something, but my mind was concetrated in one and only one thing. I was ever so slowly making progress, feeling the slightest sense of build up after what seemed like an eternity of thrusting... I begining to fatigue, I was hot and sweating profusely, but totally driven to achieve my goal. Then master put an end to all that. He reached into the gas mask, and suddenly, the amount of air coming into the gas mask became a trickle, forcing me to inhale madly and for a long time just to fill my lungs. I had to stop my thrust, because i could not breath enough. [master] The boy's breathing eventually stabilized as he rested and his oxygen demand eased. He was totally under my control and I loved it. I waited a few more minutes until, just to make my total control known, I once again began stroking the boy, quickly this time, and with out preamble. His dick went to full hard on in seconds, and i could tell by the flexure of his abdominal area that he was just as quicly approaching climax. As i had done before, I stopped just before anything could happen. This time however, the boy's breathing once again had to struggle to force enough air in, and took him a good 2 or 3 minutes to come back to normal. With out my doing. He was helpless to come. M == Well boy, it looks like there wont be any relief for you tonight (I smiled) M == perhaps you might be able to make yourself cum... you are wellcome to try M == just remember that if you do however you will be punished To bring my point home, i gave a hard slapped to the exposed outline of the boys crotch, invoking an inmediate restrained crunch from the boy, mixed in with an uggh M == I will pick back up tomorrow boy, you will spend the night here M == good night. I stepped towards the door, flicked he light switch off, and closed the door behind me. [boy] When master turned the lights off, all was dark. Normally after a while your eyes become acustomed to the dark, and you begin to see outlines or something, but in this dungeon the darkness was complete. No frame of reference existed, and as the night wore on, no temporal frame of reference. no way to tell how much time had elapsed, and how much longer i was likely to have to wait before i would be released from my bonds, or be able to enjoy unencumbered breathing. All though out the night, the driving desire to cum kept erupting from my loins. My member would go flacid only to come alive again as soon as any sexually charged though came to mind. This was turture. When... oh when would master return.