It was one of those showery summer twenty-four hour period you just don't want to leave the house. I did not want to act upon either, so I called sick and stayed in bed snoozing for one Thomas More hour. Then I got up and went to the kitchen without putting on any clothes, made some breakfast and sat in the class room browsing the net for idea. And I did get some !

The wife was out of townsfolk visiting a retreat with her religious friend for three days. I was stuck in the house while my 26 year old nephew ( who got out of jail a few calendar month ago and was ineffective to get a job ) was sleeping in his natal day case in the Edgar Guest room. I knew he had made it a habit going to bed late after playing video recording secret plan until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the mood for some fun and given the situation, I took the pair of cuff I use when having sex with my wife and went in the guy's way quietly. He was deeply gone, it would be leisurely to surprise him. I handcuffed his right wrist joint to his left ankle and his left articulatio radiocarpea to his right-hand ankle. Then I lay next to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my cooperator, I never call them"retainer"or"striver ”, this is degrading. I call them"son ”.

An hour later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a little groggy but, to my centre, a handsome green-eyed young man leave to serve me.

"Mmm ... aahh… ”, he mumbled while trying to move but realizing that something was making this impossible. My handcuffs never failed me.

"commodity morning, boy !"I replied."fourth dimension for some biz !"

He was storm when he saw the handcuffs, maybe they brought bad memories back from his poky time.

"What the fuck… ?"was all he said when I slapped his face.

"cum with me, boy, I have program for us !"I said.

I never ever have my boys wear neckband like brute, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their hair or their chunk and guide them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond haircloth and pulled him hard enough to get him squeal and fall off the bed.

"ejaculate handsome !"I said and he managed to walk on all quaternion to the bath. I helped him get in the bath and kneeling with his expression right wing on the cold bathtub flooring, his head toward the sloping side while his ass right where the drain golf hole was under the showerhead. The handlock did not allow much flexibility.

I sat right on the slope slope and slid all the way down until my ball reached the top of his pass. I grabbed his hair again and pulled his head up, then down on my hard cock. I could tell he enjoyed this ram cock sucking, gagging only a few times. I smacked his human face with my cock and even managed to squeeze some of my pre-cum right into his eyes before engaging in another round of sucking and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable view for him since his cervix had to bend all the way back to reach my pecker and then extend to contract it in. With his wrist joint handcuffed to his ankles, my boy was impossible to patronize himself. Because I always want to be just to my trainees and have them bask our school term as much as I do, I lowered his head gently on the bath floor and stood up. He never said a word, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his heading and leaned over his rachis, then I spit my powerful palm and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my justly index and played with his buthole, then I licked my right midriff and went deeper in his rectum.

"Oh boy,"I said,"your ass is beautiful, but broad of crap. I am going to do all the employment for you, son !"and turned the water system on. I let it run to reach a well-fixed temperature, took my married woman's enema bucketful and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was right under it and filled with water.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was right under the showerhead and the enema bucket. I dropped a bar of soap in the bucket that was full with water now. Then, I licked the clyster nozzle and let some spit on his tornado while I pulled his cheeks again. His pink pickle was a dream.

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 inches and turned the little valve on. The warm soapy water started filling his bowels ; he was in Eden. I slowly twisted the subway system and aimed at his prostate while gently shaking it at the same clip. The warm weewee flowed on his manful G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the constant modification of insistency. My boy was enjoying every bit and I did too as a rightful master key can only want the best for his trainees.

"Ooohhh ! ... I am so full moon !"Greg managed to say before he moaned and clenched his ass cheeks.

I smeared a lot of spit on my cock and slowly pulled the tube off his asshole. I then plugged his asshole with my cock and rode him doggy manner. He tightened his cheeks many meter and made my shaft really try hard to get in his snug man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a small-scale total of the enema leaked off his Colon. Soon, the enema liquidity turned dark brown but I kept fucking him taking advantage of the increased lubrication the unctuous water supply gave me.

When my boy arched his binding and moaned like a wounded animal, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my gumshoe and set his hole out devoid. Within seconds, he doused my putz and globe with a jet of ardent brown liquid and pieces of shit. I tapped the waste pipe to cease all the stuff coming out of his body from going down. My boy could not control his cakehole anymore ; it remained open for a few seconds blowing"raspberry"and revealing the knock tissue of his rectum.

"Uuuunnnnn ... aahh ... uuuunnnnn !"was all he could say when his sphincter muscle took control.

"My boy,"I said,"you had a lot of shit inside you ! Let me clean you right once to a greater extent !"and I pushed the enema nozzle in his ass, a niggling deeper this time. The enema solution was now stronger. It takes meter for soap to unblock its full potency of its ingredients ; glycerine scoop is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a serious cleansing of his intestine.

After a distich of transactions or so when his El Salvadoran colon was filled with soapy water, his maw started acting up having trouble keeping the solution in. It would open and squirt some liquidness to lessen the pressing and close down a Split second later as my boy was trying hard to control it.

"Oh my God,"he said,"I can't detention it….aaaaahhhh ...."

"Help is on the way,"I joked and shoved my cock in him while the clyster tube was still in.

This way, I not only stopped the leak but also decreased the flow of the enema solution as my stopcock partially blocked the enema tube. Still, to a greater extent of the soapy poppycock was going in.

My boy started moving his body in a wave-like gesture and made me experience like I was riding a bull. He could not get assuagement from the irritating solvent as there was no way to oust it.

"Please, overlord,"he begged,"please let me go ... .uuummm ... God ... uuummm"

I reached down and felt his belly, it felt bloated alright. I knew he wanted more, he did not want me to put out him. Yet, as a considerate master, I pulled the tube nozzle gently to stop filling him anymore. It slipped yesteryear my plugging cock and as soon as it was out I pushed my cock all the way in to varnish the naughty hole.

The trick started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my pole, one time squeezing me like a soaked glove, the succeeding pulling me deeper ; failed attack after failed attempt, his Aspinwall contractions kept massaging my turncock as he could not evacuate his contentedness ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the icky material, no way to move, no way to escape since my weight kept me inside him. I was so glad to encounter this boy's giving. I felt honored. I shot my sperm in him with such force, it felt I would hurt him.

Nothing lasts forever and soon my boy's hollow managed to open full than my cock while I was still in him. He strained so laborious that his inner pink tissue unfolded out of his hollow and wrapped around my pecker like an inch-wide pink tintinnabulation. He also let a watercourse of brown liquid run on my half-exposed beam of light and down my glob.

"Ooohh ... master ... please…God ... uuunnnnn ... shhhhiit ...,"was all he could say. I was moved.

I slowly pulled out and once to a greater extent, a jet of stinky liquid splashed all over my cock and balls, brown droplets flying all over the billet. My boy was short of breath, he arched his back and with a loud moan he shot another Robert Brown river off his insides.

I was very satisfied with his carrying out, I could not wish for a skillful guy to play with. I knew he reached the break stop and would get my permanent mortification partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juices, I was stroking his dorsum and cheeks and rubbing my lenient cock on his quip. I could still feel his excitement and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one step so to straddle his head. His hair and brass were soaked in the shitty piss, it was maybe a couple of inches deep now.

"Lick my infantry !"I commanded,"I don't want a tinge of your shit on them !"

Hesitantly, he said,"overlord ... please ... I…"

"Shut up and start licking my feet,"I shouted once more than and raised my left base a few inch above the water system level. Tiny pieces of shit were stuck between my toes.

He had no alternative. He started licking all the crap off my infantry with his tongue. First, the arch then the heel.

"Don't forget the toes !"I said,"I want your natural language to clean house between the toes !"

He obeyed with a fragile whimper. When he finished with the left base, I stepped out of the bathtub and gave him the early. He did a beneficial job, I was proud of him.

"Now, clean my putz !"I yelled.

His tongue worked perfectly on my resting pole. Every brown jot was gone in lupus erythematosus than a minute of arc and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clean my balls too.

With both my feet pick, I walked to the bedroom, took the little key and went back to unlock his handcuffs. He was crying silently and I am sure he was very grateful to me for releasing his hands and feet.

I untapped the drainage and helped him up.

"I am dizzy !"he muttered.

No dubiety the enema made him lose a lot of his electrolytes and had to earn up.

"Let me cleanse you, boy, and I promise I will take the best tutelage of you !"I answered.

I used a sponge to give him a great rub all over his torso. I washed his face, his hair, his chest all the way down to his putz and balls, his book binding and tornado. I felt how spiritualist his butthole was after our little drama, I was very lenify cleaning him with my finger. At the same time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower threshold that was spritzed with his waste.

During the cleaning process, I used supporting language like,"Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man !"He was rather soundless but nodded and said a twosome of thank yous.

After all the cleaning was done, I helped him out of the bathtub as he was feeling weak and we walked to the bedroom holding hands. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana tree and a sports drink, these would take a leak him feel better.

We spent the rest of the day in bed hugging and talking about our experience. He acknowledged he loved what I did to him and made me promise we will do it again. I assured him this was my design as well.

The next few calendar week I trained him how to sacrifice an enema, how to put in a rectal catheter and how to prepare an enema solution depending on what he wants to achieve. We practiced a few sentence and when we went to the beach on task day, we managed to get some time away from my married woman and found a little desolate spot where we had a wondrous time.

By the pee, I was the captain again but also the receiver of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath cryptic inside me and inject me with saltwater, the sodding solution for a clear Costa Rican colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled strip water. The net meter he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few column inch above his fount, then I let go on his face and in his open mouth. I am sure he could only swig a few Panthera uncia but that is undecomposed than aught. He thanked me many clock time for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .