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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 f (for final): (Late August/Early September
2010)



   well, this part is more of a conclusion.

   The boy took a good while to recover.  It took nearly 2 hours to
extricate him form the wetsuit (which was a complete loss but totally worth
it) He pucked oil for the next 12 hours or so.  His stool left oily residue
during the next 3 days.

   The boy's throat was very sore, but no oil was aspirated into his lungs,
which was the most dangerous part of this whole section.

   One of the main problems along with this was that the boy's abbs were
extremely sore for the other three days that i held him at home.  I did
have the pleasure of torturing the boy by masturbating him repeatedly. 
When the urge to cum came, his very sore abdominals tensed no matter how
hard he wated to avoid it.

   The boy is now attendign college at a college here in virginia, and we
have corresponded some.  I think we will get together on friday (after
thanksgiving) for a nice session (nice for me that is)

   Nelson has told me that he has put on even more muscle in the last 3
months.  I can hardly wait to see.

   Xenos