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 Mm, cons, breath control

   I have decided to complete this segment out of sequence in the list of
stories.  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 five: part a: (Late July 2010)

   [master] I fought the usual friday afternoon rush to get to the meeting
place with Nelson.  I had, despite my best attempts, gotten off to a late
departure from work, and I was now running late.  I finally turned the
corner and pulled into my drive way.  I turned the car off and quickly got
out.  Next to me was Nelson's car.  Dam I thought, he got here before me.
Each week we had met for the weekends, and each time i had subjected him to
stricter and stricter control and punishment, and he loved it.  His dick
would spring to attention each time I bound him and took control.

   [boy] I had arrived at the masters place.  he had called me earlier and
had let me know he was running late.  I waited on the car as he had told me
to.  I was full of both apprehension and desire, and my mind raced wildly
while waiting.  As it had become customary, i had no forewarning of what
would be done to me this time.  Master would prod my body, test my soul,
and get off on my suffering.  My dick stirred at the though of what I had
experienced so far, and my guts shivered at the thought of what I had
experienced so far.  In all this I only had one line of defense, my
safeword.  The one and only one thing that I had to stop master from his
will, and even now we kept workign towards a time when I would give that
up. I had come close to using it a few times, but had managed to contain
myself so far.  The thought of doing this with out that minimal line of
defense both terrified me, and excited me.

   I was now, superhorny, and it was hard to wait for master.  It was
particularly difficult to remain seated in the car, because my throbbing
dick was straining mightily against the pair of red speedos that master was
making me wear at all times.  He had gifted me 12 pairs, and this
particular week I had been instructed to wear the same pair all week.  Even
now i could take a wiff of my body odor; i was ripe, and that made me even
hornier.

   then i saw master pull up in his car.

   [master] I had completed all the preparations for this weekend that
morning.  Now, thankfully, i had hardly a thing left to do.  my weekend had
started, and i had plans with Nelson.

   I signaled to the boy to come out, which he did.  He grabbed his book
bag, and followed me in the house.

   M == Hello Nelson, I been looking forward to our meeting N == me too sir
M == lets go inside

   I opened the door, and we stepped inside.  I closed the door and pointed
Nelson towards the guess bedroom.  We stepped in the bedroom.  As usual the
boy looked stunning.  His Jeans highlighted his muscular legs, shapely (to
say the least) butt, and well filled front bulge.  His T-shirt encouraged
the eye to linger little on his well defined chest, instead your eyes were
drawn to his tapered shoulders, and abdominals, which were barely and
beautifully hinted at through the cotton fabric.  I was more turned on by
the fact that I knew what underwear he was wearing, and the fact that I was
the one who made him wear it.

   [boy] master oggled over me for an instant, then came up to me, and
non-chalantly began to grope my crotch.  My hard on, which had subsided
little since coming inside blasted to full pressure again.  The room seemed
to spin, as i felt master's hands feel my body.

   [master] It would have been easier to breakdown at this point and just
have straigh out sex with Nelson at this point.  Certainly my desire was
screaming for me to take the boy right here and now, but that is not what i
had planned.  I controlled my appetite for now, and backed down.

   I had the boy change out of his outfit and into one of my choice.  In
this particular case, just a pair of running dark shorts.  The boy was
using the summer to workout, and i was glad to aid him in this quest.  I
was going to send him on a long run for the dual purpose of getting him all
nice and sweaty and to tire him out.  I inspected the boy while he put on
socks and specially when he put on his speedo covering running shorts.  I
then gave him instructions for the run that he was to undertake.  I handed
him a water bottle, and walked him to the front door

   M == ok boy, 12 miles, 2 hours, go!

   the boy took off in the still stifling heat of the late july afternoon.
It was already 4 oclock, but the temperature had not relented much, nor did
i expect it to cool off any time soon.

   I headed back in the house, and decided to relax for a while, before the
goy came back. . . .

   [master] the front door chimed, and i got up to answer the door, i
glanced at the clock, and noticed that it was just before 6 oclock.  Nelson
must be back.  Good pace.  The boy could run.

   Sure enough when i opened the door, i found the boy bent and streching
his hamstrings, dripping with sweat.  He looked up at me, with a big smile.

   M == come in boy, you need some water.  N == thank you sir, its soo hot
outside.

   I poured a glass of water for the boy and handed it to him.  he grabbed
it with both hands and began to drink it.  I took the boy's figure in
stock. Fresh from his run, his abdominal muscles showed in shiny relief. 
The rest of him was not bad at all either.

   M == boy, you are a cutie!!

   Nelson blushed.  I placed my hand on his chest, and caressed his
pectoral lightly.  due to the coolness of the house, compared to outside,
and my caress, all of the sudden his nipples hardened.

   M == I think it is time i have my way with you boy.  Are you ready?  N
== yes sir.  I am M == do you remember your safeword?  N == yes sir M ==
dont mind using it if you want to stop, ok?  N == yes sir.

   [boy] during the run, i had forgotten how horny i had been prior to the
run, but now it all came back.  Master's hand over my body turned me on
instantaneously, specially as he allowed it to drop further down, and
hinted at groping under the waist of the shorts, but he stopped short.

   Master was certainly a tease, and i loved it.  He had a way of melting
away any aprehension that I had about being there with him, and about what
was about to happen.

   I followed him into the garage as per his direction.  It was hot there.

   [master]

   M == Did you like your run boy?  N == Yes sir, it was good M == Good, i
am glad you liked it.  Now boy, lets discuss what we are going to do this
weekend

   Nelson nodded, his face suddenly turning serious

   M == as we continue to progress towards our goal, we are exploring
different facets of bondage, torture and domination.  Today we are going to
explore breath control.  Have you ever tried anything like this boy?

   Nelson nodded his head again.

   M == well, that is about to change.

   I took a foot long runner from the wall, and made a double-double loop.
I came up to the boy, and used it to bind his arms together behind his
back.

   M == see how you can unbind your hands?  just twist your wrist like
this, (I showed him how to do it) N == ok, i see M == good, if things get
out of hand, just do that, or use your safe work, ok?  N == yes sir

   [boy] I stood there, horny, and still sweating, with my wrists tied
behing my back, anxious to experience what master was about to dish out. 
Then i saw master take a thick white rope out of a bag.  He quicly tied one
end of it on a loop, and let the rest out flat on the ground.  He took a
short stepping stool, not more than about a foot in height, and he reached
for a carabinner that dangle from one of the ceiling joists in the garage.
With a quick and single motion of the hand, the rope was clicked in the
carabinner.  on one end dangled the rope down to the floor, on the other
dangle the rope loop.

   Master took a large metal washer, and pushed the looped rope through it.
Then he motion to come to him.

   I took the steps towards him, but when i came with in arms length, he
grabbed me from the shoulder and directed me to a specific spot, exactly
below the dangling loop.  Then before I could do anything about it, master
passed the loop under my chin, and around my neck.  With a tug behind me,
he tightened the loop around my neck some.

   M == turn to face the other side boy.  (he pointed as he said that)

   There, and to my surprise because i had not noticed it when i first came
into the garage, was a large mirror, where i could clearly see myself.  The
mirror slight tilt allowed me to see not only my reflection, but also the
noose that now surrounded my neck.

   [master] The boy appeared enthralled with the sight of his own image in
bondage.  perhaps it provided an external confirmation that these things
were really being done to him, and not to some other person.  I was having
fun already.

   I decided that i would reinforce some of the things that the boy and i
had tried in earlier weeks.  First i took the slackened lenght of rope
dangling from the other side of the carabinner, and i made a breakaway
knot. This knot, would give way if enough pressure was applied to it.  This
was a safety measure, in case the boy stumbled while noosed.  However, i
made sure not to let him know that.  as far as he knew, the rope around his
neck was securely tied to the wall.

   The hint of tension on the rope and thus around his neck threw the boy
out of the trance induced by his reflection.  He looked at me, as i
approached, and began to play with his body again.  To my pleasure he had
began to sweat again in the stifling heat of the garage.

   after a few minutes of this, I stepped back from the boy to admire his
muscular figure.  I reached to a shelf, where i had arrange a number of
things, and took the knife with the sharp serrated edge, and walked towards
the boy.

   M == no need for those clothes, is there.

   I grabbed the waist strap of both the speedo and the running shorts, and
with a quick sequence of pulls the knife cut through the fabric. 
inmediately the boy's raging hard on bobbed up and down freed from the
confines of the speedo.  With a repeat of the action on the other side, the
boy became unclothed.  For good measure i just allowed the rags of his
former clothing to just fall to the floor below him.

   [boy] I was horny as hell.  Masters play had awaken the demon of desire.
My raging erection bobbed up and down in front of me, I desired more than
anything to be brought to orgasm, but I recon master had other plans.  I
unwittingly emmited a low moan, making an odd combination of protest and
desire signals.

   I am too easy, I thought to myself

   Master came back up to me, and began playing with me again.  My hard on
was extreme.  The veins in my cock showed in relief as my mounting desire
to cum crashed against my inability to so anything about it.

   Just as master seemed to be slowly edging me towards relief, he pulled
away, and looked at me with a smirk.

   [master] The boy was certainly enjoying this, but we both knew that he
was here for my pleasure and for him to be pushed.  So i decided too move
on to what i wanted.

   I began to prepare the rig that would test the boy to the extreme. 
First i hitched two runners together.  a 3 footer and a footer, then I
hitched another 3 footer to the end of that.  to that last 3 footer i
hitched another 2 foot runners.  I passed the first runner through another
carabinner hanging about 7 or so feet above the ground, leaving it dangling
there.  Then i took six two feet by two feet pieces of 3/4 inch (~ 2 cm)
plywood, and stacked it under it.  Then finally i took a piece of 4 x 4 was
also 2 feet long, and put it on top.

   I came up to the boy, and released his hands, and undid the knot that
held the rope around his neck, allowing slack to build.

   M == ok boy, ready for today's test?  N == yes sir M == it will be a
severe one boy, one that I will enjoy, and one that you probably wont, but
will.  M == come here (I motioned for him to come towards the hanging rig
that i had just set up)

   The boy stepped up to the pile of wood on the floor.

   M == stand on it boy

   The boy stepped on the 4x4 block of wood, elevating him almost 10
inches.

   M == take the loop haning in front of you, and put it around your neck.

   [boy]

   I looked at master with some concern.  It did not take a genious to
understand what it was likely to happen here.  However, i was not here to
be a shrinking violet.  I accepted my submission and did as he told me.  I
pushed the heavy washer up on the loop, opened the loop with both hands,
and put my head over it.  The loop now around my neck.

   Master then tugged on the other end, taking some of the slack off.  I
could see myself in the mirror, with the blue runner flat againsts my neck,
closed together behind me by the washer.

   Then master passed the other end of the rig under my legs, and up to my
head.  He looked at it cricially, and took it back behind me.  He tied a
knot or somethign to it, no doubt to shorten it, and once again passed it
under me, between my legs.  The yellow loop of the final runner in the rig
came up.

   Master pressed my head down, and he passed that loop behind my head.  He
stepped behind me, and separated the two strands of the front loop, so that
they passed on either side of my erect penis, and balls.  The feel of
pressure on my nether regions felt great.

   [master] With not much fanfare i took the two runners on either side of
the loop that was now strung in front of the boy, and pulled them both
behind the boy, and around to the other side.  There, I threaded each of
the arms through the end of the loop, forcing the arms back together,
forcing the boy to push out his chest.  As the runners got to elbows, i
then took the boys wrists, and binded them together with another foot loop
of webbing.  forcing his hands almost together in front of the boy.

   The stage was not set for my enjoyment.

   M == ok boy, step off the big block of wood.

   The boy complied, and as soon as he did, I took the block, and casted it
to the far corner of the garage.  The boy, now almost 4 inches lower, could
suddenly tell that there was no longer any slack on the loop around his
neck, and in fact, had to stand on the balls of his feet to relieve any
pressure from building around his neck.

   Good I thought to myself, the measure appeared to have come out just
right.

   M == ok boy, we are going to ask you some questions from your Chemistry
quiz prep.  For every question you get wrong, I will remove a slab of wood,
answer two right, and I will add one.

   [boy]

   Gay Lussac's law?  Crap, i knew this one, but i always confused it with
the other one, what was it...  boyle's was it?  could not remember for
sure, had to guess, was it PV/T = NR ?

   N == PV/T = NR?  M == You loose

   Master knelt in front of me, and took one of the wood pieces away. 
Crap, Now i had to stand that much taller on my feet

   M == What is a mole?  N == 6.023 x 10^23 M == wrong, that is avogrado's
number

   Again master knelt, and again he took a precious 3/4 of an inch of
elevation.  No I had to stand even more on my feet, and there was
noticeable pressure around my neck

   M == What is an ideal gas boy?  N == An ideal gas is a theoretical gas
composed of a set of randomly-moving, non-interacting point particles, sir
M == Very good boy

   and so on, until finally all 10 questions had been asked and answered. I
only got 4 right, and thus 6 wrong.  This had cost me 4 of my 6 wood
pieces, and now, it meant that I had to push as high as I could, and even
then the loop pressed against my neck.

   [master] The chemistry quiz now over, I prepared for the show the boy
was going to put on for me.  I took a foldable chair, opened, and plopped
it about 6 feet from the boy.

   He was standign high on his feet, and thus far with no problem, but i
knew this would change.  The boy was sweating, and looking awefully sexy. I
was happy.

   [boy] master sat there, just looking at me.  Soon, I figured out what he
was waiting for.  My calfs, already tired from the long run in the heat
began to weaken soon after the quiz ended.  When ever i allowed myself to
come lower, the pressure around my neck would increase.

   minutes passed, and slowly I found myself allowing more pressure to
build up around my neck.  It was after all maneageable.

   One thing that i did notice was that my face grew redder, as the
pressure from the loops was allowed to increase.  It would fade away when I
raised myself to the highest point my calfs could take me.  However this
effort was gradually growing harder to achieve.  I could see all this in
the reflection of my turture which master had conveniently arranged for.

   I was not sure how long it had been, but suddenly, and really with out
my control, I had to plat both feet down, to let my calfs rest, even if for
just a few seconds.  However doing so, brough a sudden, undesireable, and
unteneable increase in pressure to my neck.  Almost startled at the sudden
nature of the drop, I lurched back up, once again, lessening the pressure
to acceptable levels.

   and by acceptable levels, I did not mean confortable.  My face was now a
serious red tone, and I could feel the blood pool in my face, which felt as
if it had began to swell, specially my lips.  When i tried to bring myself
up to the hightest point, i found that I could not maintain the level but a
few seconds, and it was not sufficient to lessen the effects of the loop
around my neck.  A loop which i had willingly put around my neck.

   I noticed that not only my lips, but now also my tonge seemed to be
getting larger, as all of the sudden it did not seemed to fit well in my
mouth.  Further more, I found swallowing harder and harder, as the calf
generated elevation waned and shrank.  saliva, or a froth of saliva started
to build up in my mouth.

   I had started to gasp for breath, doing a bit of an extra lift every 15
or 20 seconds, to allow myself more air.  My calfs continued growing weaker
and weaker.

   I had another "unplanned" foot plant, and this time it felt great to be
able to rest my aching calfs.  However at this point the pressure was so
great that only a rasp of air could be forced through my throat.  A
desperate gasp for air brough up only a bit of air into my lungs.  I pushed
back up.

   Saliva kept accumulating in my mouth, I could simply not swallow it.  My
breathing was labored.  My face was now a very dark red color, and my lips
had began to grow slightly purplish.  I tried to get a few seconds of
relief by pushing back up to as high as i could go, but only a slight
elegation gain was possible, before i had to come back down.

   Feet planted again, and I gasped for air.  I opened my mouth wide open,
and stuck my tonge out, making a gutural GAAAAA sound, saliva started
drooling more my mouth, but i did not care.  I was totally concentrated on
keeping myself as high as i could manage myself to be.  with tremendous
effort I pushed back up, if only a little, I could suck some air that way.

   It was getting harder to stay straight up right while on the ball of my
feet too.  My calfs were failing me

   I needed to be released from this, I was not able to breath anymore.  I
began to writh against my bonds, though to no effect.  My hands and arms
were securely binded, and there was no hope of undoing the loop around my
neck.

   Again I planted my feet, and again, I grew desperate, My mouth was
opened wide open, my tonge out, my face a deep red, almost purple color.  I
tried to push up, but i could not.  My vision started to blurr at the
edges. I tried to breath again, only a GRRrr sound came out, and only a
trickle of air came out.

   [master] The boy was putting a heck of a fight, but I knew that he was
about to loose this one.  So i decided to hasten it.  I got up and came up
to the struggling boy.

   M == I dont think you need those last two pieces boy.

   I gave them a hard kick, sending them flying from under the boy, who now
was forced to push himself even higher up.

   [boy] Masters move left me suspended for just a few seconds, as i
struggled to find the ground, and use the last effort left in my legs to
push myself back up to the point which until a moment ago felt barely
survibable.  I was getting strangled, and i knew i had but a minute before
my last bit of strength would give out.

   I overestimated.  With in a few seconds my legs failedme, and i planted
my feet against the concrete floor, and now no air came into my lungs.  I
gwaked opened my eyes, heaved my chest trying to force air in or out, but
nothing moved.  I grew desperate, fought my bonds, started writhing my
whole body to end the torture

   Then darness enveloped me. . . .

   I woke up later, on the bed, with master at my side, taking care of me.

   [master]

   m == you did good boy.  you get a reward.