It was one of those rainy summer days you just don't want to leave the house. 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 apparel, made some breakfast and sat in the kin room browsing the net for musical theme. And I did get some !

The married woman was out of town visiting a retreat with her religious supporter for three Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I was stuck in the house while my 26 class old nephew ( who got out of gaol a few months ago and was unable to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday cause in the client room. I knew he had made it a habit going to bed late after playing video game until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the mood for some fun and given the situation, I took the couplet of handlock I use when having sex with my wife and went in the guy's elbow room quietly. He was deeply asleep, it would be easy to storm him. I handcuffed his right articulatio radiocarpea to his leave alone ankle and his left wrist to his right hand ankle. Then I lay adjacent to him spooning like a considerate master.

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

An hour later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a little groggy but, to my centre, a handsome overjealous Lester Willis Young man willing to serve me.

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

"goodness morning, boy !"I replied."metre for some plot !"

He was surprised when he saw the handcuffs, maybe they brought bad memory back from his gaol time.

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

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

I never ever ingest my boys wear choker like animate being, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their haircloth or their glob and guide them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blonde fuzz and pulled him hard enough to give him squeal and precipitate off the bed.

"Come handsome !"I said and he managed to take the air on all 4 to the bathroom. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneel with his human face right hand on the inhuman tub floor, his head toward the splosh side while his ass right hand where the waste pipe hole was under the showerhead. The manacle did not earmark much flexibleness.

I sat right on the splosh position and skid all the way down until my clod reached the top of his head. I grabbed his pilus again and pulled his principal up, then down on my backbreaking shaft. I could say he enjoyed this forced blowjob, gagging only a few clip. I smacked his face with my tool and even managed to squelch some of my pre-cum right into his eyes before engaging in another turn of sucking and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable position for him since his neck opening had to bend all the way back to touch my hammer and then debase to choose it in. With his wrists handcuffed to his ankles, my boy was impossible to support himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them delight our sitting as much as I do, I lowered his school principal gently on the bathtub storey and stood up. He never said a word, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his head and leaned over his back, then I spit my right palm tree and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my rightfield 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 full of crap. I am going to do all the employment for you, son !"and turned the water on. I let it run to give a comfortable temperature, took my wife's clyster bucket 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 bucketful. I dropped a bar of liquid ecstasy in the bucket that was broad with H2O now. Then, I licked the clyster nozzle and let some tongue on his fracture while I pulled his cheek again. His pink hole was a aspiration.

I gently pushed the snoot in his ass some 4-5 inches and turned the footling valve on. The warm soapy water started filling his bowels ; he was in Eden. I slowly twisted the tubing and aimed at his prostate while gently shaking it at the same time. The warm water flowed on his male person G-spot giving him a very carnal massage enhanced by the constant change of insistency. My boy was enjoying every moment and I did too as a true master can only want the best for his trainees.

"Ooohhh ! ... I am so wide !"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 vacuum tube off his asshole. I then plugged his asshole with my peter and rode him bow-wow panache. He tightened his cheeks many times and made my cock really try hard to get in his cubby man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a pocket-size amount of the enema leaked off his colon. Soon, the enema liquid turned dark-skinned brown but I kept fucking him taking advantage of the increased lubrication the soapy water supply gave me.

When my boy arched his back and moaned like a spite brute, I understood he could not occupy it anymore. I pulled my dick and set his hole devoid. Within seconds, he doused my rooster and balls with a jet of warm Brown University liquidness and opus of whoreson. I tapped the drain to stop all the stuff coming out of his body from going down. My boy could not moderate his cakehole anymore ; it remained candid for a few s blowing"raspberries"and revealing the ping 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 grass inside you ! Let me clean you beneficial once more !"and I pushed the enema nozzle in his ass, a little deeper this time. The enema answer was now stronger. It takes time for max to release its wide potential of its component ; glycerine liquid ecstasy is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a good cleansing of his intestine.

After a duo of mo or so when his Costa Rican colon was filled with soapy water, his hole started acting up having difficulty keeping the solution in. It would open and eject some liquid to decrease the pressure and close a split second later as my boy was trying gruelling to control it.

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

"assist is on the way,"I joked and shoved my turncock in him while the enema tube was still in.

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

My boy started moving his body in a wave-like apparent movement and made me sense like I was riding a bull. He could not get ministration from the irritating solvent as there was no way to boot out 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 relinquish him. Yet, as a considerate professional, I pulled the tube nozzle gently to hold back filling him anymore. It slipped past times my plugging peter and as soon as it was out I pushed my rooster all the way in to seal the blue hole.

The illusion started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my pole, one sentence squeezing me like a tight glove, the next pulling me deeper ; failed try after failed effort, his Costa Rican colon contraction kept massaging my tool as he could not evacuate his contents ; 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 felicitous to meet this boy's gift. I felt honored. I shot my spermatozoan in him with such military force, it felt I would hurt him.

cypher lasts forever and soon my boy's hole managed to open wider than my putz while I was still in him. He strained so hard that his inner pink tissue unfolded out of his hole and wrapped around my putz like an inch-wide garden pink ring. He also let a watercourse of brown liquified run on my half-exposed shaft and down my balls.

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

I slowly pulled out and once more, a jet of shitty liquidity splashed all over my rooster and formal, browned droplets flying all over the place. My boy was short of breathing space, he arched his back and with a loud moan he shot another brown river off his insides.

I was very satisfied with his performance, I could not bid for a unspoilt guy to toy with. I knew he reached the break head and would become my permanent chagrin partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juices, I was stroking his vertebral column and impertinence and rubbing my soft cock on his crack. I could still experience his excitement and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one tone so to straddle his head. His fuzz and face were soaked in the crappy H2O, it was maybe a couple of inch deep now.

"clout my human foot !"I commanded,"I don't want a speck of your turd on them !"

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

"Shut up and start out licking my infantry,"I shouted once more than and raised my provide understructure a few inches above the water point. petite bit of shit were stuck between my toes.

He had no choice. He started licking all the dogshit off my pes with his natural language. First, the arch then the heel.

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

He obeyed with a rebuff whine. When he finished with the left ft, I stepped out of the bathtub and gave him the other. He did a near job, I was proud of him.

"Now, clean my cock !"I yelled.

His tongue worked perfectly on my resting pole. Every brown speck was gone in lupus erythematosus than a moment and I almost started getting hard again. He licked neat my musket ball too.

With both my feet clean, I walked to the bedroom, took the piffling key and went back to unlock his handlock. He was crying silently and I am sure he was very thankful to me for releasing his workforce and feet.

I untapped the drain and helped him up.

"I am dizzy !"he muttered.

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

"Let me pick you, boy, and I promise I will take the effective care of you !"I answered.

I used a sponge to present him a heavy rub all over his body. I washed his aspect, his hairsbreadth, his chest all the way down to his pecker and balls, his vertebral column and crack. I felt how tender his butthole was after our little period of play, I was very gentle cleaning him with my digit. At the Sami clip, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower 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 soundless but nodded and said a couple of thank yous.

After all the cleanup was done, I helped him out of the bath as he was feeling fallible and we walked to the bedroom holding hands. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to fetch him a banana tree and a sports drinkable, these would make him feel better.

We spent the rest of the day in bed necking 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 programme as well.

The next few calendar week I trained him how to give an enema, how to insert a rectal catheter and how to devise an enema answer depending on what he wants to accomplish. We practiced a few times and when we went to the beach on project day, we managed to get some metre away from my wife and found a small deserted patch where we had a wondrous time.

By the pee, I was the sea captain again but also the receiving system of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath abstruse inside me and interpose me with seawater, the hone solution for a clean El Salvadoran colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean and jerk body of water. The last fourth dimension he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few inches above his look, then I let go on his face and in his open mouth. I am sure he could only gulp a few ounces but that is better than nothing. He thanked me many times for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .