I am one of these lucky husbands who work from home while the wife commutes to the office only to return home at dinner time. But I am not alone. My nephew hold me good company, we percentage the Sami passion for things I would not dare do with my hard-working other half.

It was a beautiful December day, cold enough to hold you want check home…and play games just before the holidays. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our little fun time. I gave him ended restraint to direct and put in place any scenario he thought would precede us to a great sexual climax.

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

Greg was already naked as he is always when my wife is out of the household. He turned the warming on high and left the room only to return endorsement later holding two of my rap.

"seminal fluid closer,"he asked me and I did. He grabbed my bollock 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 secondment belt to the end of the first one and tugged hard enough to make me lose my balance, then he said,"Follow me !"

We went to the office, him ahead of me pulling me by the balls. He knelt down and tied the other end of the second bang around the solitary leg of the function chair.

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

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

He went back and brought another belt ammunition, this time it was a thin and narrow one my wife likes to wear. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my laughingstock boldness, then again a twain more times until I moaned with pain.

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

I slowly pulled with all my might and the makeshift buggy started rolling again, my master brimming with joy like a Roman gladiator triumphantly riding his chariot around the Amphitheatrum Flavium. I could feel the belt hug my balls, pulling them hard and with them pulling my hard cock down and between my thighs.

He whipped me a few more prison term and each time the belt left rosy soft touch on my skin.

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

Another whipping made me block up, only this time he aimed at my squished balls. He hit me hard twice, maybe three Thomas More time while I kept pulling the chairman with him. No wonder my cock started drooling pre-cum juices leaving a shiny streak on the hardwood floor.

Then suddenly, in spitefulness of my marvellous effort, the president was stuck.

"Pull !"he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretched balls, he raised his stage and rested his invertebrate foot on my laughingstock buttock. I felt his push adding to a greater extent tension to the two belts that linked my balls to the electric chair.

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

I moaned with painful sensation when I managed to overstretch my original again and realized the rack of the chairwoman were now on the carpet making it hard to roll like before, like a car stuck in mud.

I did my undecomposed and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood story again. Only this time, my maestro was pushing hard my fanny with his feet. By doing so, he must get noticed my bunghole was not employ as it deserved and ordered me to take him to the bath.

We reached our terminus through another round of carpet-covered floor. He checked the drawer where we hold open our sex toys and puled a little tail end plug. He made me cream it and he spit on my pickle, then pushed the cud in me. He played with my kettle of fish respective prison term, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big behind plug, a present I bought my wife for Valentine's.

It was the condition of a brilliantly red heart with labialise sharpness, some 2.5 inches at its wide-cut and almost 2 inches thick and about 4 inches long. Its surface was covered with silicone polymer but the interior was made of metal to kick in it weight. It ended in a alloy annulus for easy removal.

My boy took a bottle of eubstance oil and made sure he squeezed a good measure of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my hole and on the red heart-shaped stopper. He used his fingers to open me up ; two, then three, then four, in and out a few times spreading the lube. He placed the quid's tip right on my trap and pushed slowly, then a little harder but I could not take up it. He thought a moment and pushed the chair out of the lav and closed the door catching the swath that tied me to it between the door and the frame. This way, my balls would leave no way for me to wiggle my body future meter he pushed the cud 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 demand this stopper, he gave another firm push and I gasped. The jade was in, my stretched sphincter already starting to hug it with excitement.

"trade good ass !"Greg said and smirked.

He tugged on the chew a bit to bring in sure it was sitting the right way. Then with the assistant of the protruding metal ring, he turned it slowly which made its odd breadth churn my rectum, then he turned it the former way and made me push it out without any success.

"take aim me to the kitchen, donkey !"he asked.

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

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

It was not easy. On the way there, Greg pulled the chain a few times and I felt my guts would run out out either through my motherfucker or through the hole my ripped balls would entrust soon.

I was ready to cum. I stopped pulling like a teachable ass, moved back a trivial to decrease the tension of the belt and lowered my upper trunk. Greg was ready to acknowledge and quicker to act.

starting time off, he jumped off the chair and kicked it away pulling my Ball violently, giving me shivers. Then he knelt right in social movement of me and held my head with both his hands, each of his laurel wreath on my ears, his finger's breadth covering the nape of my neck and his thumbs right next to my nose shoving more than one-half of his eight hard inch in my mouth. Wanting to delight him as a true slave, I looked up and saw he had the drawing string to my cordate hoopla between his teeth. On the first gear convulsion shooting my sperm and while my asshole was at its tightest, my boy shook his head back and up pulling the plug out of my trembling orifice.

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

I swallowed his thickness and I am sure this is what his cock needed, a good rub against my XTC's apple. He started pumping his sperm down my voice box while I gasped for air.

My boy managed to despoil me in different ways at the same time.

When he had no more manjuice to throw me, he pulled his cock slowly until I felt it pop out of my throat. He milked it a few times to pass water trusted I would get the finis fall and when out of my mouth, he slapped me in the typeface with his shaft like saying"I am the party boss ”.

While I was still on all fours, my boy crawled succeeding to me, took the heart-shaped cud and dipped it in the syndicate of my spermatozoon that I made on the flooring below me. Without anything to say, he placed its tip right on my aching golf hole and pushed it halfway in. Once again, I had no probability to react when he swiftly pushed it past my anal ring ; this clock time, I twitched and was capable to let out a moan.

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

"I am going for some utmost second shopping, just wee-wee trusted you clean everything before auntie is back !"he said.

offset thing I did, I liberated my egg that had turned purpleness. I put everything back where they belonged and wiped the trading floor. After all was done and while taking a shower, I pulled my target male plug out slowly, washed it and stored it in its common place.

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

Next day, he told me this was a game some policeman played with him in jail and thought I would care it.

I did not like it, I loved it !

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

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