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 Mm, rubber, cons, breath control, medical procedure, gut punching

   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 e: (Late August/Early September 2010)



   [from part d]



   [master]

   Nelson saw what was coming, and tried to back away, he would have
pleaded if he could, but he could not.  His hands were still tied above his
head, and he was still hanging from them.  I was unmoved; so all told this
was not of much use.  Nelson did manage to thwart my first attempt at
placign the bag over his head, but the delay was minimal.  with in 30
seconds I had popped the bag on over the boy's head, and fastened a belt
around his throat, forming an airtight seal.  Nelson fought to remain calm.
He knew that any struggles, at this point, would only use up his air
faster. But whether by instinct or otherwise, he was soon FORCED to
struggle.  The faster, and more deeply, he breathed, the faster his air
became foul; and the fouler his air became, the faster, and more deeply, he
was forced to breathe.  Soon the plastic bag was covered on the inside with
a film of condensation, and it was alternately billowing out, and then
flattening itself against the boy's gas mask.

   The boy found himself writhing, heaving, all his energy taken up with
breathing, unable to do anything else...  and all the while, I continued
landing more hits on his gut again!

   [boy] just when things were getting totally desperate, master undid the
belt and took the bag off my head, allowing me to breath fresh, wonderfully
fresh air.

   I hanged totally limp from my arms, glad to just be allowed to breath.

   what would be next???

   [master] the boy's breathing slowed down gradually.  I admired the boys
body, as he hung limp from his arms.  I decided that i would push the boy
one more time.  I came up to him, and began working his midsection, but he
was spent.  after a few rounds, he gave up, and allowed my punches to land
uninpeeded.  To punish him for giving up, i landed a hard and deep punch.
His breathing seized for a few seconds as he recovered from the deep
inpact.

   M == Common boy, you got more than that

   The boy shook his head side to side, obviously indicating that he had
nothing left.

   M == keep going boy, or i will punish you

   The boy shook his head again.

   M == fine, have it your way.

   I went to the winch, unhooked the lock, and began to lower the boy, who
proceeded to just go the ground like a ragdoll.  Once the tension was off
the rope I unhooked the cuffs from this wrists, and unbinded the boots from
the board.  The boy just laid on the floor limp.

   [boy] It was amazing to to finally be off my arms.  it seemed that every
single part of me was downright exhausted, specially my abbs.  I was happy
to simply lay and rest.  I was sure master had more in store for me, but
for the time being, i could rest.

   [master] I could only judge that the boy was now ready for the next
step. I took off the heavy snow boots from his feet.  The boy was totally
limp, and he was of no use to make this happen.  however, once i got that
done, i grabbed the think 7 mm diving suit that i had hanging from the
ceiling.  I started to put it on the boy.

   This was a hard task because the wetsuit was purposeley tight, and
because the boy had either passed out, or was too tired to move.  I am not
sure how long it took, but finally, i turned the body over on his stomach,
and zipped the thik wetsuit on.  I flipped the boy on its back, and put the
snow board boots on again.  Once i had again fastened the boots on tightly,
I allowed him to rest for a minute.

   I went to the cot, and moved the headboard even higher up than before,
so that it was about two feet higher than the footboard.  Then i came back
up to the boy, and kicked him lightly on the side.

   M == common boy, up!

   the boy slugishly, and begrudgingly attempted to get up.  I helped him
up, and directed him to the cot.

   [boy]

   landing on that cot was a wonderful relief, i could finally rest, or so
i thought.  As soon as i landed though, master started binding me to the
cot again.  My feet were bound to the bindings on the footboard, my chest
was strapped down, and my arms were tightly bound to the sides of the cot.
I closed my eyes, expecting to be allowed to fall asleep, but it was not to
be.

   [master] The boy had been off its IV for a good while, so i disenfected
the attachments, and patch the boy back up with iv's.  I took his peeing
tube, and reopened it, laying the open end on the bucket by the cot.  then
took the drinking straw tube from the gas mask and reconnected it to the
oil tube.  oil started flowing again into the boy.  Finally I took the anal
plug tube, and placed its open end in the bucket as well.  I had plans for
that tube, and i started to prepare them.

   back in the kitchen I had placed a 5 gallon jub of canola oil (it is
after all the cheapest oil in the market) in a tub with very hot water.  It
had taken a while, but the oil was now plenty warm.  I went to the kitchen,
and plopped a thick tube into it, and unrolled its length down to the
stairs, and into the dungeon, leaving about 8 feet or so of unused length.

   I was ready to go through with my plans when i noticed that the boy had
fallen asleep.  I looked at my watch, and realized that it was 3 in the
morning.

   Very well, i thought to myself.  i will take a nap, and come back at
this in the morning. . . .

   [master] as soon as i woke up, i had an intense desire to move forward
with my plan.  It was already morning, over 10 oclock in fact!.  I skipped
breakfast and went straight downstairs, and found the boy still asleep.

   executing my perfid plan while the boy was asleep appealed to me in a
deep sense.  I took the open end of the tube that reached into the kitchen
jug of oil, and matted it with the boy's open anal tube.  The first slid
tightly over the second, making a good seal.  I pulled them appart and took
the kitchen tube opening up to the faucet.  I made a seal between the tube
and the faucet with my finger and turned on the water.  Water flowed into
the tube, and advanced forward.  I kept this up for about a minute or so,
then i broke the seal, and allowed the water in the tube to pour out.

   as i did this, the oil in the jug upstairs would be drawn out of the
container.  It would move very slowly at first, even despite its warmth. 
However once the oil in the tube started heading down the stairs the pull
of gravity would accelerate the its flow.  It would take a while yet.

   I held both ends of the tubes next to each other, waiting to seal them
together.  The water in the kitchen tube had pretty much drained out, but
by now the oil was in its way.  sure enough, when i looked towards the door
of the dungeon i saw the yellow liquid advance, and at a good clip too.  It
seemed like an eternity, but finally, it reached the end, and started
flowing out.

   I brought both ends of the tubes together, and made a seal.  The oil
undeterred began advancing on the tube that lead to the boy.  in only a
minute or so, i saw the front of the oil dissapear bellow the neck line of
the boy's wetsuit.

   It had began.

   you might wonder why i would do this with oil, and not perhaps with just
common water.  The truth of the matter is that the human digestive system
has a number fo valbes to prevent any backwards flow in the digestive
system.  with oil however, the valbes dont have enough cacity to prevent
it, where as with water they do.

   So i was now in the process of flooding the boy's innards with oil.  I
was particularly turned on by the fact that the boy was still asleep, and
not even close to aware that this was being done to him.  I figured however
that he would note soon enough.

   [boy] I woke up slowly, feeling warm and with an odd full feeling on my
belly.  I did however thought that this was because of the gut beating i
had taken earlier.  In fact there was downright disconfort.  From time to
time, i felt as if some pressure would build up, but then ease and almost
dissapear.

   I noticed that master was looking over me, as if waiting for something
to happen.

   The feel of pressure on my gut increased again, became a disconfort, and
then almost a pain, and then again it eased, and recessed to nothing, yet
the feeling of fullness grew.

   I felt an urge to shit, and i beared down to excrete, but i noticed how
incredibly sore my abbs were, i had no strength.  and so i just relaxed
again, and tired to relax my sphinter.  The urge passed

   I felt a need to pee, and as before i just relaxed my blader, and felt
the relief of just peing in place.  I closed my eyes again, savoring the
moment except that the relief of emptying myself did not come.  I opened my
eyes, perplexed at the feeling.  I look towards my master, who was holding
my peeing tube, showing me the end of it.  There for me to see was clear as
day a plug.  I guess my peing rights had been reboked.

   [master] it would take a while for the oil to work its way up the boy,
so i waited patiently.  I reminisced to the trip i took to costco to
purchase all this oil, and even snickered to myself when i though what a
cheap deal it was.

   [boy] I felt really warm again, and once again i felt a pressure build
up, and slowly progress to disconfort, and then to pain.  I winced, and my
pain was added when i felt my very sore muscles.  I tried to bring my hand
up to the source of the pain, but i was bound.

   then i noticed master put its hand on my gut and rub it.  suddenly the
pain was gone, and i once again relaxed.  If only i could just pee, life
would be good.

   I felt yet another surge of pressure in my guts, and then it downed on
me, that something was not right.  I had an uneasy feeling in my gut, and
something told me that it was not just the result of the gut punching
session.

   Once again, the feeling of pressure built up, but this time it subsided
quicly.  This time however there was a new feeling of fullness higher up
than before.

   I relaxed back, but a sudden queasy feeling came over me, i tried to
calm it, but it got worse.  I got that feeling that you get just before you
are going to puke, and then, i hapened.  I felt a surge of something coming
up my throat, with great pain my abbs crunched, and i felt a sudden surge
of a liquid invade my mouth.

   Since my mouth was shuttered, the stuff had no way to go.  out of
instinct, i tried to puke it, but i could not, I shawlloed it back down,
but with in seconds i felt a new wave of puke moving on.

   My gut hurt like hell as i worked to try to empty my stomach.  Once
again the oil came up to my mouth with no place to go.  I tried to shallow
again, but to no avail, as even more oil came up from my stomach.  Though i
could breath with out any problem, I started paniking.  My mouth was
filling with oil!!!

   Each time my tortured stomach tried to rid itself of the oil, it would
wrench my equally tortured abdominal muscles.  My torture would not end
there, since the expulsed oil would gush up to my mouth, where no exit
existed for it, and flow back down to the stomach, only to repeat the
process, except that each cycle was fuller, harder to move, more mouth
feeling, and my guts that much more exhausted.

   [master] I could see the boy struggle, as the oil had finally invaded
his stomach.  Every few minutes the boy's gut would spasm, making a
gurglish sound.  The boy writhed in desperation, and would calm down for a
fraction of a minute, until the cycle would repeat again.  It was a true
tribute to the boy's strength that he could still crunch.  I figured that
soon enough his abbdominal muscles would give up all together.

   [boy] My whole mouth was covered by slimey oil, and i could not do
anything to remove it.  My abbs were soo tired, I had started this with out
strength, and i was running on adrelanine at this point.  I had perhaps 45
seconds to rest, and i felt the next wave of nausea begin.

   Again i started to heave, but unlike previous heaves, this one was both
more painful than any one that had come before, and that much weaker.  Oil
gushed into my mouth, but not with out the same forcefullness that it had
had before.  I wanted to be able to sit up so that i could somehow help the
oil flow back down, but i had no abdominal strength left.

   I had to just relax, and try to re-re-re-re-re-re-re swallow the oil
back down.  this time, i had not even finished clearing the oil down, when
the next weak spasm, forced a fresh gush of oil up into my still partially
filled mouth.  The pain was unbelievable, yet i could not scream, or writhe
or do anything to stop the pain or the assault on my innards that was going
on.

   I tried shallowing again

   The next spasm, if that is what it could be called, was more of a slow,
and weak contraction, which felt like it stopped half way through what it
meant to do.  It was so weak, and so short that it hardly pushed any oil
back up (good thing because my mouth still held a good deal of the
previously vomited oil.

   desperate as i was, i tried to shallow again, waiting for the next wave,
but it really never came.  My gut and abdominals were simply exhausted
beyond the ability to contract.  Instead the oil flow that was going down
suddenly stopped, and was replaced by a slow, but noticeable push of oil
straight up my throat.

   [master] I noticed that the final contraction from the boy had all the
signatures of a muscle that has reached its end.  If i was right, the boy's
mouth would now simply filled with the oil that i kept pumping into the
boy's ass.  One of the things that turned me on particularly hard was how
helpless the boy was to keep any of this from happening to him.

   I looked closely at the tube carrying the oil into the boy, and observed
to my satisfaction that oil continued to flow into the boy at a pretty good
clip.  perhaps about 6 oz per minute or so.

   I reached into my own jockstrap and began to masturbate.

   [boy] my mouth was now mostly full of oil, and I did not know what to
do. Just when i though that there was nothing else that master could have
done to make my situation miserable, i seemed to find what else he had
though of.

   When the oil finally began to fill my mouth, it moved higher, and went
up into my nose, and started to drip at first from my open nostril.  The
rate soon begame a steady trickle, to be replaced with a full fledge flow
out of my nose.  The oil now started to accumulate in my gas mask, and fill
it.

   My air tube, hermetically attached to the mask's front breathing
apparattus was not compromised, however the level of oil began to creep up.
I shook my head side to side in a vain attemmpt to dislodge the mask, but
the only thing that i maganed to do was to splash the oil around inside the
mask, oiling the inside of the glasses, and getting some oil in my eye,
stinging some.

   oil kept coming inside

   [master] I could see that the oil had started to flow inside the boy's
gas mask.  The nice tight seal held the oil for the most part, though a few
trickes found their way through.  I took the dermagen tube, and applied a
quick bead all around the skin mask interface, to truly seal the deal.

   I was also time to stop the oil flow into the boy.  He was afterall
already full.  I took my time though, allowing another 8 or 10 oz of oil to
flow into the boy.  Then i turned the valve off, and the oil stopped
flowing.  I then took the drinking straw from the boy's gas mask, and
prepared it so that i could connect it to the anal tube.

   With a quick set of motions, i disconnected one tube, and connected the
other, so that now, the tube coming out of his ass, plugged directly into
his feeding tube.

   By this time the boy's mask was completely filled with oil.

   M == enjoy the night boy, it should be entertaining

   With that, i turned around and walked out of the dungeon, off course
turning out the lights first.