It was one of those rainy summer days you just don't want to give the household. I did not want to do work either, so I called sick and stayed in bed snoozing for one more hour. Then I got up and went to the kitchen without putting on any clothes, made some breakfast and sat in the kin room browsing the net for approximation. And I did get some !

The wife was out of town visiting a retirement with her religious friend for three days. I was stuck in the firm while my 26 year old nephew ( who got out of jail a few months ago and was unable to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday courting in the Edgar Guest way. I knew he had made it a habit going to bed late after playing video games until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the humor for some fun and given the situation, I took the yoke of cuff I use when having sex with my wife and went in the guy's room quietly. He was deeply asleep, it would be easy to surprise him. I handcuffed his rightfield wrist to his left ankle and his left wrist to his the right way ankle. Then I lay succeeding to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my partner, I never call them"handmaid"or"slaves ”, this is degrading. I call them"male child ”.

An time of day later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a piffling groggy but, to my eyes, a giving jealous Edward Young man willing to suffice me.

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

"Good morning, boy !"I replied."clip for some games !"

He was surprised when he saw the handcuffs, maybe they brought bad computer storage back from his jail time.

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

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

I never ever own my boys wear apprehension like animate being, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their hair or their musket ball and draw them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond hair and pulled him firmly enough to make him squeal and fall off the bed.

"Come handsome !"I said and he managed to walk on all quatern to the can. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneel with his face rightfield on the cold-blooded bathtub floor, his school principal toward the sloping side while his ass right field where the drainage hole was under the showerhead. The handcuffs did not provide practically tractability.

I sat right on the sloping side and slew all the way down until my musket ball reached the top of his head. I grabbed his hair again and pulled his head up, then down on my gruelling cock. I could tell he enjoyed this forced blowjob, gagging only a few times. I smacked his nerve with my cock and even managed to squeeze some of my pre-cum right into his oculus before engaging in another round of suck and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable spatial relation for him since his neck opening had to turn all the way back to reach my cock and then stretch along to consider it in. With his carpus handcuffed to his ankles, my boy was unacceptable to support himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them savor our seance as much as I do, I lowered his head gently on the bathtub floor and stood up. He never said a Holy Writ, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his header and leaned over his dorsum, then I spit my rightfulness ribbon and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my mighty index and played with his buthole, then I licked my right middle and went deeper in his rectum.

"Oh boy,"I said,"your ass is beautiful, but good of crap. I am going to do all the piece of work for you, son !"and turned the water on. I let it run to attain a comfortable temperature, took my wife's enema bucketful and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was right under it and filled with piss.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was right on under the showerhead and the enema bucket. I dropped a bar of soap in the bucket that was wax with water now. Then, I licked the clyster schnozzle and let some spit on his snap while I pulled his impudence again. His pinko hole was a dream.

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 in and turned the lilliputian valve on. The affectionate soapy weewee started filling his gut ; he was in nirvana. I slowly twisted the tube and aimed at his prostate gland while gently shaking it at the Sami metre. The affectionate urine flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the invariable variety of pressure. My boy was enjoying every mo and I did too as a true maestro can only want the comfortably for his trainees.

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

I smeared a lot of tongue on my tool and slowly pulled the tube off his whoreson. I then plugged his asshole with my stopcock and rode him doggy fashion. He tightened his buttock many clock time and made my cock really try hard to get in his snug man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a lowly amount of the enema leaked off his colon. Soon, the enema liquid turned wickedness brown but I kept fucking him taking vantage of the increased lubrication the saponaceous piss gave me.

When my boy arched his back and moaned like a wounded animal, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my dick and set his hole disembarrass. Within seconds, he doused my dick and chunk with a jet of quick Brown University liquid and musical composition of squat. I tapped the drainpipe to stop all the stuff and nonsense coming out of his eubstance from going down. My boy could not command his cakehole anymore ; it remained open for a few mo blowing"razz"and revealing the tap tissue of his rectum.

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

"My boy,"I said,"you had a lot of shit inside you ! Let me clean you good once to a greater extent !"and I pushed the enema honker in his ass, a trivial deeper this time. The enema resolution was now stronger. It takes time for grievous bodily harm to release its full potential of its factor ; glycerine soap is my favored. This is what my trainee needed, a undecomposed cleanup of his intestine.

After a couple of minutes or so when his Colon was filled with soapy piddle, his hole started acting up having trouble keeping the solution in. It would open and squeeze out some liquid state to fall the insistence and shut down a stock split second later as my boy was trying hard to manipulate it.

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

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

This way, I not only stopped the leak but also decreased the flow of the enema solution as my cock partially blocked the enema tube. Still, more of the soapy hooey was going in.

My boy started moving his body in a wave-like motility and made me finger like I was riding a Taurus the Bull. He could not get relief from the irritating answer as there was no way to exhaust it.

"Please, lord,"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 need me to release him. Yet, as a considerate sea captain, I pulled the tube nozzle gently to stop filling him anymore. It slipped past tense my plugging cock and as soon as it was out I pushed my dick all the way in to seal the naughty hole.

The illusion started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my pole, one time squeezing me like a tight glove, the future pull me bass ; failed attempt after failed try, his colon compression kept massaging my putz as he could not evacuate his contents ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the shitty stuff, no way to propel, no way to escape since my weight unit kept me inside him. I was so happy to receive this boy's gift. I felt honored. I shot my spermatozoon in him with such force, it felt I would smart him.

Nothing lasts forever and soon my boy's mess managed to open encompassing than my cock while I was still in him. He strained so laborious that his inner pink tissue unfolded out of his maw and wrapped around my cock like an inch-wide pinko ring. He also let a stream of brown liquid run on my half-exposed shaft and down my balls.

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

I slowly pulled out and once more, a jet of stinky liquid splashed all over my cock and orb, embrown droplets flying all over the position. My boy was short-circuit of breath, he arched his cover and with a tatty groan he shot another browned river off his insides.

I was very satisfied with his performance, I could not care for a better guy to play with. I knew he reached the breaking point and would suit my permanent humiliation partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juice, I was stroking his vertebral column and nerve and rubbing my piano cock on his tornado. 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 face were soaked in the rotten water supply, it was maybe a dyad of in deep now.

"Lick my human foot !"I commanded,"I don't want a particle of your shit on them !"

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

"Shut up and start licking my ft,"I shouted once more and raised my left field foot a few inches above the water horizontal surface. diminutive pieces of diddlysquat were stuck between my toes.

He had no choice. He started licking all the dogshit off my foot with his tongue. number 1, the arch then the heel.

"Don't draw a blank the toes !"I said,"I want your tongue to clean between the toes !"

He obeyed with a slight whimper. When he finished with the go forth animal foot, I stepped out of the tub and gave him the early. He did a unspoiled job, I was proud of him.

"Now, clean my hammer !"I yelled.

His tongue worked perfectly on my resting rod. Every brown speck was gone in less than a hour and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clean my balls too.

With both my feet clean, 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 drainpipe and helped him up.

"I am empty-headed !"he muttered.

No doubt the clyster made him misplace a lot of his electrolytes and had to make up.

"Let me clean you, boy, and I promise I will learn the best precaution of you !"I answered.

I used a parazoan to contribute him a great rub all over his body. I washed his human face, his hair, his chest all the way down to his hammer and clump, his book binding and crack. I felt how sensitive his butthole was after our fiddling play, I was very gentle cleaning him with my finger. At the Same time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and exhibitioner door that was spritzed with his waste.

During the cleanup process, I used encouraging language like,"Squeaky clean and jerk, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man !"He was rather silent but nodded and said a couple of thank yous.

After all the cleansing was done, I helped him out of the bathtub as he was feeling washy and we walked to the bedroom holding mitt. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to fetch him a banana and a summercater drink, these would make him experience better.

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

The succeeding few hebdomad I trained him how to render an enema, how to insert a rectal catheter and how to prepare an enema resolution depending on what he wants to accomplish. We practiced a few times and when we went to the beach on Labor day, we managed to get some time away from my married woman and found a little deserted spot where we had a grand time.

By the water, I was the original again but also the pass catcher of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath cryptic inside me and interpose me with saltwater, the staring solution for a clean colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean body of water. The hold out clip he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few inches above his boldness, then I let go on his font and in his open mouth. I am sure he could only gulp a few ounce but that is effective than naught. He thanked me many times for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .