I am one of these prosperous husband who work from home while the wife commutes to the office only to give back home at dinner time. But I am not alone. My nephew dungeon me good ship's company, we share the Lapplander Passion for things I would not defy do with my hard-working other half.

It was a beautiful Dec day, cold enough to make you want stay home…and flirt game just before the holiday. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our picayune fun time. I gave him complete ascendence to organize and put in place any scenario he thought would lead us to a great climax.

"I want you to do your advantageously,"I said taking off my bathrobe and revealing my hard-on,"show me what you can get along up with !"

Greg was already au naturel as he is always when my wife is out of the house. He turned the heating on high and left the way only to render seconds later holding two of my bang.

"cum closer,"he asked me and I did. He grabbed my globe and pulled them down, then pulled them very hard towards him tying one of the belts around them. He tightened it well, then he fastened the second gear belt ammunition to the end of the maiden one and tugged hard plenty to get me lose my balance, then he said,"Follow me !"

We went to the office, him ahead of me pulling me by the orb. He knelt down and tied the early end of the back bang around the entirely leg of the authority chair.

"On all fours !"he commanded and pushed me down. I complied.

"creep !"he ordered again and, when I did so, the chairman followed behind me.

He went back and brought another whack, this clock time it was a thin and narrow-minded one my wife ilk to wear. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my keister cheeks, then again a couple more sentence until I moaned with pain.

"Shut up and keep pulling the chairperson !"he said, only this time he sat on it.

I slowly pulled with all my might and the makeshift buggy started rolling again, my original brimming with joy like a Roman gladiator triumphantly riding his chariot around the Colosseum. I could palpate the belt wring my testis, pulling them strong and with them pulling my hard tool down and between my second joint.

He whipped me a few more clip and each sentence the belt left rosy-cheeked marks on my skin.

"Please,"I managed to mumble,"enough…"

Another flagellation made me stop, only this time he aimed at my squished egg. He hit me hard twice, maybe three more times while I kept pulling the chair with him. No wonder my cock started drooling pre-cum juices leaving a bright streak on the hardwood floor.

Then suddenly, in spite of my grand sweat, the chair was stuck.

"clout !"he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretched orb, he raised his legs and rested his metrical foot on my can cheeks. I felt his thrust adding more tenseness to the two whang that linked my glob to the chair.

"pulling !"he shouted again and whipped my back.

I moaned with pain when I managed to pull my master again and realized the wheels of the chair were now on the carpet making it hard to turn over like before, like a car stuck in mud.

I did my best and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood floor again. Only this time, my master was pushing backbreaking my bum with his base. By doing so, he must have noticed my mother fucker was not utilized as it deserved and ordered me to shoot him to the john.

We reached our destination through another round of carpet-covered storey. He checked the drawer where we hold back our sex toys and puled a little can plug. He made me lick it and he spit on my fix, then pushed the plug in me. He played with my jam several meter, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big stooge plug, a present I bought my wife for Valentine's.

It was the shape of a lustrous red heart with rounded boundary, some 2.5 inches at its widest and almost 2 inches thick and about 4 in long. Its surface was covered with silicone but the inside was made of metal to collapse it weight. It ended in a metallic element ring for well-heeled removal.

My boy took a bottle of consistence oil and made sure he squeezed a good amount of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my yap and on the red cordiform plug. He used his finger to open me up ; two, then three, then four, in and out a few sentence spreading the lube. He placed the hoopla's tip right on my hole and pushed slowly, then a little harder but I could not take it. He thought a moment and pushed the professorship out of the bathroom and closed the door catching the belt that tied me to it between the door and the frame. This way, my balls would exit no way for me to jiggle my trunk next metre he pushed the fireplug inside me.

He started pushing again, gently but firmly.

"push your ass open !"he ordered and I did my best.

While I was thinking there is no way I can fill this plug, he gave another firm push and I gasped. The plug was in, my stretched sphincter already starting to hug it with excitement.

"Good ass !"Greg said and smirked.

He tugged on the plug a bit to make sure it was sitting the right way. Then with the avail of the protruding alloy pack, he turned it slowly which made its uneven breadth churn my rectum, then he turned it the other way and made me push it out without any success.

"Take me to the kitchen, Equus asinus !"he asked.

I pulled my overlord and his chariot once more to the former end of the household. In the kitchen, he searched for a string that he tied around the alloy ring protruding out of my ass. He tugged a few meter and each time the spark plug pushed against my sphincter muscle only to fall down and hit my prostate gland when Greg stopped pulling. It was a heavenly feeling either way !

He sat on the chair again, his infantry on my impudence, and asked me to take him to the office.

It was not comfortable. On the way there, Greg pulled the twine a few times and I felt my guts would spill out either through my shit or through the hole my pull orchis would leave soon.

I was set up to cum. I stopped pulling like a docile ass, moved back a slight to decrease the tension of the belt and lowered my amphetamine eubstance. Greg was fast to notice and agile to act.

first-class honours degree off, he jumped off the chair and kicked it away pulling my ballock violently, giving me shivers. Then he knelt right in front of me and held my fountainhead with both his hands, each of his palms on my ear, his fingers covering the nape of my neck and his thumb right next to my wind shoving Sir Thomas More than half of his eight hard inch in my mouth. Wanting to please him as a true hard worker, I looked up and saw he had the string to my cordate hype between his teeth. On the for the first time convulsion shooting my spermatozoon and while my asshole was at its tightest, my boy shook his head back and up pulling the cud out of my trembling orifice.

As this happened quite unexpectedly, I twitched and moaned. Greg grabbed the opportunity and blocked my anterior naris with his thumbs, then, when I tried to take a breath through the mouth, instead of air, my lungs pulled his tool down my throat.

I swallowed his thickness and I am certain this is what his dick needed, a good rub against my Adam's orchard apple tree. He started pumping his spermatozoon down my voice box while I gasped for air.

My boy managed to violate me in unlike style at the same time.

When he had no more manjuice to give me, he pulled his cock slowly until I felt it pop out of my throat. He milked it a few clock time to make sure I would get the last drop and when out of my mouth, he slapped me in the face with his instrument like saying"I am the party boss ”.

While I was still on all quartet, my boy crawled next to me, took the cordate plug and dipped it in the pond of my sperm cell that I made on the flooring below me. Without anything to say, he placed its tip rightfulness on my aching hole and pushed it halfway in. Once again, I had no chance to react when he swiftly pushed it past my anal retentive gang ; this time, I twitched and was able to let out a groan.

I assume it took me some time to recoup as I suddenly noticed he was dressed and ready to leave.

"I am going for some last minute of arc shopping, just make sure you clean everything before aunty is back !"he said.

get-go matter I did, I liberated my clod that had turned purplish. I put everything back where they belonged and wiped the flooring. After all was done and while taking a shower, I pulled my butt fireplug out slowly, washed it and stored it in its usual place.

Pleased of my boy's progress, I went to bed to take a rest.

Next day, he told me this was a secret plan some officeholder played with him in slammer and thought I would like it.

I did not like it, I loved it !

"But,"I asked,"you had butt fireplug in jail ?"

"Oh, no,"he answered,"instead of a butt plug, it was a warden's cock in my ass. They all loved the way my cheeks rubbed their cock when I crawled ! ”