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

The wife was out of Ithiel Town visiting a retirement with her spiritual friend for three days. I was stuck in the house while my 26 year old nephew ( who got out of jail a few months ago and was ineffective to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday case in the Guest room. I knew he had made it a use going to bed late after playing video recording plot until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the mood for some fun and given the situation, I took the brace of manacle 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 storm him. I handcuffed his rightfield wrist joint to his left over ankle and his allow for radiocarpal joint to his right ankle. Then I lay next to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my partners, I never call them"servants"or"slaves ”, this is degrading. I call them"boy ”.

An hour later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a little groggy but, to my eyes, a better-looking overjealous young man will to serve me.

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

"Good morning, boy !"I replied."Time for some biz !"

He was surprised when he saw the handcuff, maybe they brought bad memory board back from his jail clip.

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

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

I never ever have my boys wear choker like creature, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their whisker or their balls and guide them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond pilus and pulled him hard enough to crap him squeal and fall off the bed.

"cum handsome !"I said and he managed to walk on all fours to the john. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneel with his face right wing on the cold bathtub base, his straits toward the splosh side while his ass rightfulness where the drainage hole was under the showerhead. The handcuffs did not give up much flexibility.

I sat right on the aslant slope and slid all the way down until my balls reached the top of his head. I grabbed his pilus again and pulled his capitulum up, then down on my hard turncock. I could secern he enjoyed this forced cock sucking, gagging only a few times. I smacked his fount with my cock and even managed to gouge some of my pre-cum right wing into his centre before engaging in another round of suction and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable side for him since his neck had to bend all the way back to reach my cock and then unfold to take it in. With his wrists handcuffed to his ankle joint, my boy was unsufferable to support himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them relish our session as much as I do, I lowered his read/write head gently on the bathtub floor and stood up. He never said a discussion, he knew his destiny.

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

"Oh boy,"I said,"your ass is beautiful, but wide-cut of dogshit. I am going to do all the work for you, son !"and turned the water on. I let it run to extend to a prosperous temperature, took my married woman's enema bucket and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was powerful under it and filled with water system.

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

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 inches and turned the petty valve on. The warm soapy urine started filling his bowels ; he was in nirvana. I slowly twisted the tube and aimed at his prostate while gently shaking it at the same sentence. The tender water flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very animal massage enhanced by the never-ending change of pressure. My boy was enjoying every moment and I did too as a true up skipper can only want the best 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 spitting on my prick and slowly pulled the subway off his cocksucker. I then plugged his bastard with my tool and rode him barker panache. He tightened his cheeks many times and made my cock really try hard to get in his snug man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a small amount of the enema leaked off his colon. Soon, the enema liquid turned dark brown but I kept fucking him taking advantage of the increased lubrication the soapy water 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 cock and set his mess devoid. Within seconds, he doused my hammer and musket ball with a jet of warm brown liquid and while of bull. I tapped the drain to end all the stuff coming out of his organic structure from going down. My boy could not operate his muddle anymore ; it remained open for a few seconds blowing"raspberries"and revealing the pink tissue of his rectum.

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

"My boy,"I said,"you had a lot of shit inside you ! Let me strip you good once more !"and I pushed the clyster nozzle in his ass, a picayune deeper this time. The enema resolution was now substantial. It takes time for soap to publish its wax potential of its fixings ; glycerine goop is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a good cleanup of his intestine.

After a pair of bit or so when his colon was filled with buttery water, his trap started acting up having trouble keeping the solution in. It would afford and eject some liquid to decrease the force per unit area and close a schism second later as my boy was trying firmly to master it.

"Oh my God,"he said,"I can't hold 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 tool partially blocked the enema thermionic vacuum tube. Still, more than of the soapy material was going in.

My boy started moving his body in a wave-like motion and made me feel like I was riding a copper. He could not get relief from the irritating root as there was no way to expel it.

"Please, master,"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 unloose him. Yet, as a considerate schoolmaster, I pulled the underground nozzle gently to contain filling him anymore. It slipped past my plugging cock and as soon as it was out I pushed my cock all the way in to seal the naughty hole.

The trick started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my Pole, one time squeezing me like a cockeyed glove, the following pulling me deeply ; failed attempt after failed try, his colon contractions kept massaging my cock as he could not empty his contents ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the shitty stuff and nonsense, no way to go, no way to escape since my weight kept me inside him. I was so happy to receive this boy's gift. I felt honored. I shot my sperm in him with such force-out, it felt I would hurt him.

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

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

I slowly pulled out and once more, a jet of icky liquidness splashed all over my cock and Ball, browned droplets flying all over the place. My boy was short-circuit of intimation, he arched his back and with a forte moan he shot another brownish river off his inside.

I was very satisfied with his performance, I could not like for a good guy to play with. I knew he reached the breaking peak and would become my permanent mortification partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his succus, I was stroking his back and brass and rubbing my soft cock on his crack. I could still feel his fervour and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one footfall so to straddle his head. His whisker and face were soaked in the rotten water, it was maybe a couple of in deeply now.

"Lick my foot !"I commanded,"I don't want a speck of your bullshit on them !"

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

"Shut up and start licking my foundation,"I shouted once Thomas More and raised my left foot a few in above the piddle storey. Tiny spell of poop were stuck between my toes.

He had no choice. He started licking all the crap off my understructure with his tongue. low gear, the arch then the heel.

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

He obeyed with a slight whimper. When he finished with the remaining infantry, I stepped out of the tub and gave him the other. He did a expert job, I was proud of him.

"Now, clean my pecker !"I yelled.

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

With both my metrical unit unclouded, I walked to the bedroom, took the little key and went back to unlock his handlock. He was crying silently and I am sure he was very grateful to me for releasing his work force and feet.

I untapped the drain and helped him up.

"I am lightheaded !"he muttered.

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

"Let me make clean you, boy, and I promise I will take the skillful forethought of you !"I answered.

I used a sponge to give him a great rub all over his consistency. I washed his facial expression, his fuzz, his dresser all the way down to his hammer and lump, his back and whirl. I felt how tender his butthole was after our niggling 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 cleaning process, I used encouraging language like,"Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man !"He was rather silent but nodded and said a mates of thank yous.

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

We spent the eternal rest of the day in bed snuggling 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 plan as well.

The next few workweek I trained him how to give an enema, how to stick in a rectal catheter and how to cook an enema resolution depending on what he wants to achieve. We practiced a few times and when we went to the beach on labour day, we managed to get some metre away from my wife and found a lilliputian defect spot where we had a tremendous time.

By the water, I was the master copy again but also the receiver of the clyster. Greg masterfully managed to enter the cath deep inside me and inject me with seawater, the arrant solution for a clean colon. We did it many multiplication, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean water. The last clip he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few inches above his human face, then I let go on his face and in his open mouth. I am sure he could only gulp a few troy ounce but that is undecomposed than null. He thanked me many clock time for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .