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 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 ;)

   *** Warning *** I received extensive training on some of the medical
procedures that I performed.  DO NOT ATTEMPT!!  *** Warning ***

   Installment thirteen: part b: (Late August/Early September 2010)

   [boy] the night went on endlessly.  I fell asleep a few times, each time
waking up either having to work extra hard for air, or awoken by the
feeling of tremendous pressure in my crotch area, burning with the desire
to cum.  It was impossible to know whether 20 minutes had elapsed or many
hours.

   [master] The boy might not know this, but i was having a harder time
than he was, because unlike him, i could just as easily reach between my
legs, and make myself cum in an instant.  I did however want to save it up
for the next day.  I had to make use of some ambient to make me sleep that
night.  Tomorrow promised to be awesome.  For now though, i needed to get a
good night sleep.

   . .  night elapsed . .

   [boy] ...  again, I woke up on a start, suddenly coming to conciousness
to the fact that i needed more air.  The constricted air intake forcing me
once again to work extra hard for a lung full.  As i slowly caught up on my
air, i slowly noticed that I was thirsty, needed to pee pretty bad, and
that i was really hot.  The need to pee did to some extent ameliorate my
throbbing hard on, however what it did not do, was my intense desire to
cum. How long had i been here?  It seemed like i had been in this torment
for ever now, and the lack of any light, or time reference made it that
much harder to bear.

   [master] I woke with the first hits of daylight on the window.  The days
were growing so much shorter this time of year.  I then streched and yawned
while still lying down, and focused my mind to the day's planned
activities. The though brought a smile to my face.  I then yanked the
sheets off, and got up; the day had started

   [boy] I finally heard a sound ouside the dungeon.  Was my torment about
to end?  on second though perhaps it was best that nothing changed.  I was
sure that master would rain new and harsher tortures upon me once he came
back.  Yet, i was now desperate for a drink, and I needed to pee quite
badly.  I listen intently to the sound, but no new sound came.  I tried to
force my bonds, to see if by any chance i would be able to free myself, but
the only think that i acomplished was a shortness of air, forced on me by
the gas mask that i was still wearing.

   It seemed like it had been an eternity when finally I heard master
definitely walking down the stairs, and in short order the door opened with
what i thought was blinding light.

   M == close your eyes boy, lights are coming on.

   I had barely enough time to do so, before the room became flooded with
light.  Even though i had my eyes closed, the light that penetrated by
eyelids was blinding.  Though slowly my eyes adapted.  Before i could open
my eyes however, i felt master working over me.  undoing the bindings to my
boots, losening the band holding down my chest, and removing the tug from
the collar around my neck.

   I then felt master tugging my legs over the edge of the cot, and i swung
until i was in a sitting position.

   M == lets take care of you boy.

   He removed the cuffs holding my hands and the strap behind my back,
allowing me to move my arms freely.  Then he loosened the straps on the gas
mask and suddenly I was able to breath freely.  A freedom that I exploited
by taking a humongus and unfetered breath of air.

   N == Thank you sir

   Master smiled no doubt i must have a tremendous expression of relief at
being free to move and breath.

   M == How are you boy?  N == I need to pee really bad sir.  M == not yet
boy, hold it

   [master] It was time for some mini-after care for the boy, so i stood
him up, and freed him from his neoprene cocoon.  Badly did he know what i
had in store for him.  First the boots came off, followed by the seal
socks. next, i undid his collar, unzipped his wetsuit, took out the hood
off, and peeled the wetsuit off him.  It took only a few minutes to do
that, until the boy stood clad in only his nice tight red speedos.

   I then stood behind the boy, and peeled the speedos too, leaving him
buck nacked, and suddenly cold, as he had started to shiver.

   I grabbed the boy from the back of the neck gently, and guided him
gently out of the dungeon to the bathroom.  Once there, i turned on the hot
water on the shower.

   M == here boy, walk in the shower, warm and releive yourself.

   [boy] after all the time in the dark dugeon, bound in neoprene, unable
to breath freely, and restrained from hardly any movement, the warm shower
felt like an undescribable pleasure.  I peed, and drank from the shower,
erasing the dryness from my mouth.  I was not only thirsty, but dehydrated.
The stream of urine hitting the shower pan had a dark tint to it.  I closed
my eyes, suddenly sleepy, and feeling the stream of nice warm water trickly
around my body.

   but things this nice dont last when you have commited yourself to an
extra long weekend of a no limits session with a master like mine; and i
was soon proved right.

   [master] I came back from the dungeon into the bathroom, seeing Nelson
leaning against the wall letting the hot shower warm him up.  I had gone
ahead and cranked the heat up in the dungeon to make sure that he would not
be cold any more.  In fact, i wanted him to be nice and warm.

   M == thats enough boy, time to come out.

   The boy complied, though begrudingly, and stepped out of the shower.  I
handed him a towel to dry off, and admired the boy again.  Devoid of body
hair, his body was awestaunding.  Not only did he sport an almost 8 pack
abdomen, but his muscle definition was impressive all around.

   M == ok boy, time for the real thing.

   I again grabbed the boy from the neck and slowly guided him back to the
dungeon.  The boy did not resist in the least.  He was ready for anything
that I decided to dish out.  That fact alone excited me to no end.  God!! i
was so horny

   [boy] master took me back to the dungeon, where once again he applied
the padded cuffs laid me down on the cot, and fastened my arms over my
head, this time well apart from each other (over 45 degrees from vertical).
I was not entirely dried so i was glad to notice a pair of electric heaters
humming in two corners of the dugeon.  It felt nice and warm.

   I suddenly notice master standing over me, dragging his hads around my
chest and slowly meandered down to my crotch, where my momentarily
forgotten horniness came back roaring, with a full mast erection that had
my dick bobbing up and down, begging for any and all attention that it
could get.  Master seemed happy to ablagge, caresing me and embracing my
member.  He began a slow stroke, driving me wild with desire to cum.

   I guess i am a gullible individual, because again and again, just as i
start thinking that master is just about to take me over the edge and let
me cum, he stops.  Once again I was left at what felt like one stroke away
from an explosive ejaculation, when master stopped.

   M == good boy, but no cigar for you yet

   Master had "that" smile on him again.

   M == very well boy, lets get this started N == sir?  M == I have quite a
few special things in store for you today boy.  N == like?  M == you will
see boy, but I will let you in a few details M == your skin is not going to
be sposed again until next Thursday, you are going to be bound and
controlled until then, and ALL your bodily functions are going to be under
my control M == you will have No control.

   Oh!  crap!  I though to myself, what the heck had i gotten myself into?
It have been bad enough to be bound for just one night, but now master was
talking about 5 whole days!  And what did he mean by all bodily funtions?

   [master] The face on the boy was priceless, a look of mixed fear and
astonishment.  He was mine, and I was ready to take posesion

   I decided not to delay.  I took a spreader bar, and set it to 2 and one
half feet.  I fasted one oned to the boys right ankle and then to his left,
forcing his legs apart and limiting his motion.  Then I took a pair of
folding tables, and set them both by the side of the bed, up about 3 feet
from the boy.

   I grabbed a small cardboard box from the shelf, and placed it on said
table.  There I opened and reach inside.  First i took the instruction
page, which i had made to make sure that I would do things correctly. 
After a quick read, I took a spray bottle of lidocaine and approach the
boy.

   M == open up boy

   The boy opened up, and i sprayed twice.  Then i came back to the table,
and set a kitchen timer that was in the box to 10 minutes.

   Next i grabbed another carboard box and placed it on the second table.
There i placed the contents and came up to the boy

   M == ok boy, i am going to put two needles into your arm.  Dont worry,
it will not hurt very much.  They are necesary so that i can keep you
hydrated and fed.  I dont want any resistance from you.  Do you hearm me
boy.

   The boy's face looked full of consternation, yet he still acquiesced

   N== yes sir

   I put on a pair of latex globes, and ripped open the packet containing
the first needle.  I took the Tinture of iodine swab, and rubbed it in the
arm area where the boy's veins were clearly noticeable.  Then I took a
rubber length and applied a tourniquette which quickly brought the boys
veins in full relief.  Then i pulled on the boy's arm skin, and inserted
the needle.  The boy winced slightly, but it was hardly noticeable.  I
moved quickly to advance the catheter into the vein, and connect the tubing
to it.  I released the tourniquette, and tested the IV, which was
sucessfull.  This done, i applied medical tape around the boy's arm, to
make totally sure that the iv would not come loose.

   [boy] The IV was a new thing to me.  Master and I had not used it
before, but to be sure, master was gentle enough that besides the slight
prick feeling of the needle it was not too bad.  In no time flat both my
arms were sporting an IV tube.

   M == Good boy.  Now i will be able to keep you fed and hydrated.  you
will need it.

   Masters tone did not bode well for what was ahead of me, i though to
myself, but there was something else that was bothering me.  The spray that
master had put down my throat was making my tonge feel slugish, and i
wondered what that was about.  As it turned out, i did not have to wait
long to find out what was up with that.

   [master] I had just setup the saline solution to drip into the iv, when
the kitchen timer went off.  10 minutes sure go fast when you are in a
flurry of activity.  I did a double test to make sure that the IV was
flowing before moving on with the next step.

   I reached into the first box that i had opened, and took an lma
intubation piece.  The boy eyed it up pretty good, and i was pretty sure
that he had never seen anything quite like it.  I tested the ballon in the
tube, then took the 8% lidocaine lubricant tube, and squirted a bead all
around the soft edge of the piece.  Then i grabbed the laryngoscope and
stepped up to the boy.

   M == ok boy, do as i say

   I stepped towards him, and lifted the laryngoscope backup.  The boy's
face read fear, fear, fear.

   M == Boy!  M == this will be ok, resist the gag reflex, it will only
last a few seconds.  OK?  N == sir...  what..  M == Dont worry boy, I do as
i want, but this wont hurt you N == but...  M == hush boy, just relax

   The boy's face did not show relaxation, but quite the oposite, however,
I decided that i had been nice enough as it was, and decided to force it

   M == open up

   The boy complied despite his fear

   I stuck the laryngoscope in the boys mount and tilted it, forcing a
slight gag reflex.  The lidocaine had certainly a chance to work its magic,
deadening the feeling in the boys throat.  I took the tube and started
sliding it into the boys throat.  This time his gag reflex was more
pronounced.  I pushed the tube a bit further, until the 21 cm mark came up
to the lip of the boy.

   I held the tube in place while i used the other hand to grab the syringe
and inflate the catheter tube.  My success was evident when i began hearing
the hiss of air coming in and out of the tube.  I pushed the rest of the
air in the ballon, and then disconnected the syringed while still holding
the tube in place.

   M == bite gently on the tube boy, and what ever you do, dont try to
speak.

   The boy did as he was told.  His face full of consternation about what
just had happened.  If he only knew.

   [boy] What the hell!!!  I was breathing through a freaking tube?

   I had never imagen anything like this and frankly i was a bit scared. 
My concerns about what i had gotten into grew more and more.  There was
however very little i could do at this point.  My arms were securely cuffed
and my legs spread apart and bound as well.

   The only way was forward.  So i decided to simply submit to which ever
measure my master decided.

   [master] this was a most delicate stage for the boy to be in, so i did
not delayed.  I took two mouthgards out of the box, and showed them to the
boy.  They had a notch cut out of them, to make space of the tube.  I
applied some polident to the insides of it, and applied the to the boys
mouth.  First to the top part, and then carefully to the bottom part.  It
was an excellent fit., taking all the strain from the tube, but holding it
snugly.  Then i cut a thin strip of duct tape, and applied it to the seam
between the mouthguards holding them together.

   Then finally I took out a small tube of crazy glue and show it to the
boy.

   M == Time to seal your lips boy.  put them together.

   The boy complied, in total submission.  I spread his lips slightly apart
(but still holding together) and laid a small bead of crazy glue all along
the lips.  then i allowed the lips to relax, and applied another bead.  The
effects were almost instantanous.  The boy's lips were truly sealed.  I
would take many days until the boys saliva woudl disolve the glue away.  In
the mean time the boy was forced to breath through the 3/4 inch plastic
tube sticking about an inch out of his mouth.

   Nice i thought to myself.  Now, time for the next step

   [boy] I had often heard of the expressions, my lips are sealed, but i
never though that i would come to know the true meaning of the expression,
for indeed, my lips were glued together.  not only that, but the mouth
piece that master had inserted into my mouth were adhered to the teeth
somehow, leaving no chance of opening my mouth.  Most strangely of all was
not to be able to breath though my nose.  The only air that i could move
was through the infernal tube.

   But i could tell that master was not done.  He picked up one of those
cheap door mirrors that you can get at target for 4$, and hanged it from
the ceiling, so that i could see myself in it.  The image was distorted,
but it was easy enough to make out what was being done to me.  In
hindsight, that is exactly what master wanted; to let me see how he took
control of every facet and function of my body, with out me being able to
do anything about it.

   [master] my next step consisted of gaining total control over the boys
ability to pee.  I had though of using a foley catherer to do that, but it
would mean asking for trouble if I indeed planned on using it for a whole 5
days.  As much as i wanted to use the boy, i did not want to abuse him.  So
i had settled for an external cathether.  I took the external catheter out
of the box, and ripped the bag open, taking out the item.  I proceeded to
rest it on the tip of the quasi permantently hard penis of the boy, and I
unfurled the rubber sleeve, adhering to the skin tightly.  Wanting to make
sure that it would stay that way for a long time, i took the tube of
superglue, and applied it gently around the edge of the catheter, forcing a
rock hard seal on the setup.

   I then forced the flexible pastic tube on the flexible tip of the
catheter, forcing a tight seal.  I unfurled the tube, which was wound in a
bundle, and let the open end of the tube come to rest on the nearby bucket.
I knew that with the IV pumping the boy full of fluids, he would be forced
to relieve himself soon.

   M == ok boy, I am going to release you now, but i need you to obey me
completely M == blink your eyes once of yes or twice for no.  Do you
understand

   the boy blinked once

   M == very good boy

   I undid the spreader bar, and the cuffs from the boy's wrists.  Then I
directed him by the neck, to sit up and bring his legs over the edge of the
cot, then finally i had him stand up.

   I picked up the bucket with the pee tube going to it, and hand it to the
boy, who clutched it in his arms.  Then i handed him the IV drip stand, and
I guided him towards the chair.

   [boy] When i saw that master was brining me to the chair, i almost
smiled, but that was not posible at the time, since my lips were sealed and
all.  The reason for my amusement rested on the fact that this was a
familiar piece of equipment.  I had spent many a time bound to this chair,
and i suspected that i was now about to meet this old friend once again.

   The chair is made out of metal and has a back rest that looks almost
like a fire escape ladder.  The siting area is made out of wood, and it has
a circular piece that can be removed; no doubt to grant access to certain
body parts.  The chair is firmly attached to a round metal plate of about 2
or 3 feet in diameter.  for this particular event, master had chosen to
remove the central piece from the sitting area.

   Master sat me down and quicly bound me to the chair, leaving me totally
upright, and my legs spred wide apart.  My arms bound to the backrest were
straight down paralell to my body.  The tube attached to my dick lead to
the bucket which was under the chair.  The iv stand stood directly behind
me, still pumping fluids into my system.

   Infact i already needed to pee pretty badly, and decided to let it go. I
began to relax my bladder, almost afraid of spilling pee all over the
place, slowly I trickled pee which i could see flowing down the tube
between my legs, and then finally i released the pent up flow, feeling the
considerable relief of letting go.

   M == Good boy, good, I am glad to see you can pee.

   Master instected the setup for any spills, not finding any, he looked up
at me

   M == keep it up boy

   [master] The boy had chosen a good time to pee.  The installation had
worked flawlessly, not letting a single drop of urine spill out of place. I
checked the IV stand, and opened the IV drip at full blast.  I wanted a
well hydrated boy.

   I then started my next major step.  I already had control of the boy's
ability to pee and breath, but now it was time to control his innards.  I
took the boxes that had contained the intubation equipment and put them
away.  In their place i brought the gas mask box.  Unlike the mask that i
had used previously, this one had a number of specific connectors.  There
was a drinking straw on it, plus an attachment that could connect to the
tracheal tube for the boy.

   I loosened the gas mask straps, and placed it on the nearby table, where
i knew the boy could see it.  Then i took the same hood the boy had worn
the night before, and place it next to the gas mask.  The boy was watching
intently to see what would be done to him next.  I loved his submission.

   Next i took a thin tube cathether from the box, and wrapped it around a
pen.  Then i placed the pen under the cold water faucet for a while.  After
the tube had cooled off, and slightly molded to the curl of the pen, i
unrolled it from the pen, sat in front of the boy.  I took a container of
vaseling, opened and took a small dab of it on a finger which i applied on
the tube; then I began driving the tube through the boy's left nostril. 
The boy began tearing up, as the tube moved up the box, hit the back of the
nose, and then curled downwards towards the boy's throat.

   [boy] i could hardly beleive what master was doing.  I could feel the
tube move up my nose, and hit the back of ..  who know what.  Tears started
forming involuntarily from the irritation, but then things got even
weirder. Sudenly the irritation dissapeared, and i could see master
continue to push the tube forward.  The nasal irritation was soon replaced
by the rather unpleasent feeling of somethign poking deep in your throat,
making me want to cough.  I choked some coughs up, but the truth was that i
had no air to do it with.  The air just pushed out of the tube stuck down
my throat.  Eventually the wide part of the tube came up to my nostril, and
rested there.

   master then put the hood over my head, and taking good care not to bump
into either of the tubes, fitted it over.  I knew the gas mask would be
next, but what surprised me was how master put it on.

   He placed the mask over my head, with plenty of slack on the straps,
then he reached from my left side under my nose, and connected the tube
sticking out of my nose to an internal tube in the mask.  His next step
consisted of taking some of the slack off the straps, but not enough to
form a seal between the mask and the hood.

   Next he knelt in front of me, and grabbed the mask with both hands, no
doubt guiding the mask to fit with the respiration tube.  I could feel the
slight pressure that was placed on the tube as master brought the mask and
the tube together.  Then he reached behind me and yanked on the gas mask
straps, tightening the mask, and creating a seal.

   Master came from behind again, and after doing who knows what
retightened the straps, firming up the pressure holding the mask to my
face.

   [master] I made sure the the mask straps rested flat against the
neoprene hood that now covered the boys head.  Then i tigtened the mask
straps in an alternative pattern, much like one does with a car tire.  When
i finished i was satisfied that the mask would hold on no mater what.

   My next step now consisted of bindign the boy's head carefully.  I took
two nylong straps and ran then from the back rest of the chair.  One around
his neck, the other from this forehead back and a little down, pressing his
head back.

   This done, i checked a few things.  The IV's were almost out, so i went
ahead and changed the bottles out.  I checked the bucket under the chair,
and found that the boy had peed one more time.  This was good.  I emptied
the bucket and put it back, though this time on the side of the chair.  I
did go ahead and put another empty bucket under the chair.

   Now, i moved to the next step.  I took a large canola oil bottle, and
placed it on a self well above the boy.  I opened the bottle, and feed a
thin flexible transparent tube into the bottle.  The other end dangled to
the floor just behind the chair that was binding the boy.  I picked the
open tube and sucked on it hard.  I had to keep sucking for a little while,
but a quick look at the top of the bottle, revealed that the oil had began
descending down the tube, and now was being sucked by the gravity.

   The oil was viscous, so the oil advanced slowly at first, but as it drew
lower, it picked up speed.  When it only had about two feet or so to go
before it reached the open end of the tube, i plugged it to the drinking
tube of the gas mask.  There the oil would go straight into the boys
stomach.  It would take a while, but eventually the oil would work its way
through his digestive system, and would come out the other end.

   I watched with baited breath as I saw the oil front disapear into the
black drinking straw of the gas mask.  I leaned up the boy, so that i could
see the short segment of exposed tube between the nose and the front of the
gas mask, and i soon saw the oil move up the tube, towards the boy stomach.
The boy was powerless to stop the invasion.

   M == well boy, I think that you aught to be allowed to watch some
cartoons dont you?  Afterall its Saturday right?

   I took the kitchen timer again and set it for 45 minutes.

   [boy] what was master talking about?  Had he lost it?  but that is
exactly what he meant.  He left the dungeon, and came back with a small
rolling table that had a vcr and an old fashion TV.  He plugged the TV and
VCR on, and pressed a tape into the machine.  Soon enough the tv flickered
to light, and in came the cartoons.  Not entirely to my surprised the
featured cartoon was none other than He-man.  With master it figures.

   M == I think its time for my breakfast.

   He looked at me in my bound condition, and smiled

   M == you are having yours.

   What did he meant by that?  I had not eaten anything since two days ago,
and felt famish, though...  all of the sudden i noticed that my hunger had
almost disapeared.

   Master walked away, and not being able to move very much, i relaxed, and
watched the cartoons.  Sure was better than the endless night i had just
spent.

   as i watched the cartoons, i started to notice that my guts were
fluttering from time to time, and making noise.  almost like if i had eaten
a heavy meal and i was on the process of digesting it.  However i did not
pay much attention to it.  What i did notice is that I had the urge to pee
now every 10 minutes or so, no doubt from the two iv bottles constantly
hydrating me.

   To some extent this was almost pleasent.  The room was nice and warm.  I
was securely bound, but not unconfortably so, and i did not even had to
worry about going to the bathroom.  The only thing i had to worry about was
to just let go of my bladder when ever i wanted to.

   About 3 episodes of HE-MAN in, i noticed all of the sudden like i needed
to take a dump.  This however did not make sense, i had cleaned up
thoroughly before coming down here.  I ignored it for the time being, and
started to watch the begining of the 4th episode.

   Not much into the episode, i heard the ding of a kitchen timer, and soon
after, i heard master come down the stairs.

   [master] It was not even noon when i came upstairs.  It was a warm
bright day, and the neighborhood was in full swing out there.  I was smug
in the fact that in my basement i had my own captive boy slowly being
removed of any control.  I even went outside to get the mail.

   I had myself some breakfast, and read the headlines in the daily
newspaper.  Then my little alarm clock went off.  Wow, had it really been
45 minutes already.  Better get down there.  Lots of work to be done.

   Went i got to the dungeon, nothing much had changed.  I checked the
bucket under the boy, but it was still dry.  I took the dangling oil tube,
and peered into it to see if i could spy any flow in it, and sure enough, i
saw a small air (or perhaps water bubble) being swept downward in the oil
current towards the boy's stomach.  I checked the urine bucket, and it had
some content on it, and to my satisfaction the urine the boy was producing
was quite clear.

   perhaps this would take longer than i had anticipated.  I went ahead and
took the kitchen timer and set it for another 30 minutes.  I did a quick
check of the IV bottles (running about half down, but they would last the
half hour) and did one more check for any pee leaks(none to be found).  I
headed for the door when all of the sudden i heard a fart like sound
followed by a mutted drippin sound followed by another fart like noise.

   I came back to the boy, who looked up at me puzzled.  I looked at the
bucket and i found a small amount of oil with some fecal mater in it. 
Excellent i thought to myself.  The oil had passed through the boy.  I
decided for good measure to wait the extra half hour, and allowed the boys
system to be thoroughly cleansed, before i embarked in the next step.  Just
to speed things up, i moved the oil bottle to the top shelf, so that the
gravity forcing would move oil faster into the boys stomach.

   I then began the next step, while the oil continued to flow into and
through the boy.

   I took a can of paint on latex, and began my work.  I could only do
certain parts of the boy's body while he was bound to the chair, but it had
to be done so I might as well get started I thought to myself.  So I began
with his feet.

   [boy] I now suspected that the nose tube was putting something down my
stomach, because every five minutes or so, i had an urge to defecate again,
except that it did not feel solid.  It felt like, and sounded like i was
shitting water.  As time went on, the frequency also grew faster.

   He-man was not so entertaining at this point.  master had been putting
something on my feet.  It had a certain chemical smell, but not a bad one.
what was going on?  not bening able to move my head meant that i only had a
limited awareness of what was happening around me.

   In the mean time i could feel my guts continue to make a rocus, almost
as if i was indisposed, except that i did not feel bad.  In fact almost the
oposite.

   [master] I had applied the first coat of paint on latex to the boys
feet. It woudl take another 5 minutes or so for the latex to dry up enough
to apply the next coat, so i put the can down.

   I checked up on the boy, and noticed that his IV was nearly empty once
again.  So I went ahead and replaced them.  The boy had now taken quite a
few of these, and his hydration level was doing pretty well.  It seemed
that about every 15 minutes or so, he was taking a leak.  I checked on the
tape that was holding his IV's to his arms, and these were nice and secure
as well.  I also inspected the boy, to make sure that the ligatures that
were holding him to the chair did not impede circulation.  In this arena
all semed well, though i decided to loosen the strap round the neck, since
the boy was not putting up a resistance, and i coudl see that it was
putting a fair amount of pressure around the neck.

   This done, i went on to apply another thick layer of latex to the boy's
feet, which i suspected would take a while to dry.

   It was time to start making final preparations.  I took away all the
other parafanelia that was lying around, to tidy up the space.  Then i took
the same wetsuit the boy had worn the night before, still slightly damp
with his sweat, and hanged it from a closth thanger from a joist in the
ceiling.  I also took the boy's red speedo, still moist as well.  I could
not resist to take a sniff at the garmet, to smell the boy aroma.  I
stuffed it on my pocket, and moved onwards with the preparations.

   Next i went to the adjacent room, and brought another wetsuit.  This one
was considerably thicker than the first one.  I hanged it next to first
wetsuit.  I also took a pair of latex globes, and a pair of neoprene
globes, and placed them on the foldable tables.

   I also took a caulking gun, and a tube of butyl caulk, which i placed
next to the globes.

   [boy] I could see master coming in and out of my field of view,
certainly making a lot of preparations.  Considering the extreme things
that he had already inflicted on me, it made me wonder what he was up to.

   One thing was for sure.  My guts were full, and I had to release my
sphinter every few minutes to releive the pressure that kept builing on my
butt, urging me to poop.

   The gas mask was actually quite confortable, and the tube down my throat
which at first felt like a chafing intrussion, now was hardly noticeable. I
had proved with my tonge the mouth guard that master had forced on me, but
had no sucess finding a weak spot on it.

   In the mean time, i had to pee just about as often as i had to void my
bowels.

   What was master up to?

   [master] I finally had all the gear put together, and the boy fully
prepped to do unto him what i wanted to do.  This was going to be a once in
a lifetime journey for both me and the boy.

   M == Ok boy, time to take the next step. . . .

   To be continued