I am one of these favourable husbands who work from home while the wife commutes to the office only to rejoin home at dinner time. But I am not alone. My nephew keeps me near ship's company, we part the same passion for things I would not dare do with my hard-working former half.

It was a beautiful December day, cold enough to induce you require stay home…and take on game just before the vacation. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our little fun time. I gave him unadulterated control to direct and put in spot any scenario he thought would lead us to a great climax.

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

Greg was already naked as he is always when my wife is out of the house. He turned the heating on luxuriously and left the way only to return moment later holding two of my knock.

"come closer,"he asked me and I did. He grabbed my balls and pulled them down, then pulled them very hard towards him tying one of the belt ammunition around them. He tightened it well, then he fastened the second knock to the end of the starting time one and tugged hard enough to earn me lose my balance, then he said,"Follow me !"

We went to the office, him ahead of me pulling me by the Lucille Ball. He knelt down and tied the other end of the second knock around the only leg of the office chair.

"On all 4 !"he commanded and pushed me down. I complied.

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

He went back and brought another belt ammunition, this time it was a thin and narrow one my wife likes to get into. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my butt impertinence, then again a couple more clip until I moaned with pain.

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

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

He whipped me a few more times and each time the whack left blushful Mark on my skin.

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

Another trouncing made me stop, only this time he aimed at my squished lump. He hit me hard twice, maybe three more times while I kept pulling the chair with him. No curiosity my prick started drooling pre-cum juices leaving a shining run on the hardwood floor.

Then suddenly, in malice of my terrific try, the chairman was stuck.

"wrench !"he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretch orchis, he raised his legs and rested his feet on my backside cheeks. I felt his energy adding more tautness to the two whang that linked my balls to the chairman.

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

I moaned with pain when I managed to pull my victor again and realized the wheels of the chair were now on the carpet making it difficult to roll 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 sentence, my master copy was pushing hard my buttocks with his invertebrate foot. By doing so, he must have noticed my asshole was not utilized as it deserved and ordered me to take on him to the lavatory.

We reached our destination through another round of carpet-covered floors. He checked the drawer where we keep our sex toys and puled a little butt jade. He made me lick it and he spit on my cakehole, then pushed the plug in me. He played with my pickle various times, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big butt plug, a present I bought my married woman for Valentine's.

It was the shape of a bright red heart with assault sharpness, some 2.5 inch at its widest and almost 2 column inch slurred and about 4 inch long. Its Earth's surface was covered with silicone but the inside was made of metal to give it weight. It ended in a alloy ring for easy removal.

My boy took a nursing bottle of consistence oil and made sure he squeezed a good quantity of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my pickle and on the red cordate nag. He used his finger to open me up ; two, then three, then four, in and out a few time spreading the lubricator. He placed the spark plug's tip right on my jam and pushed slowly, then a petty harder but I could not take it. He thought a moment and pushed the chair out of the bathroom and closed the threshold catching the belt that tied me to it between the door and the underframe. This way, my Lucille Ball would leave no way for me to joggle my trunk following time he pushed the plug inside me.

He started pushing again, gently but firmly.

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

While I was thinking there is no way I can take this plug, he gave another firm energy and I gasped. The plug was in, my stretch along anatomical sphincter already starting to hug it with excitement.

"Good ass !"Greg said and smirked.

He tugged on the hype a bit to make sure it was sitting the good way. Then with the help of the protruding metal ring, he turned it slowly which made its uneven breadth butter churn my rectum, then he turned it the other way and made me push it out without any success.

"remove me to the kitchen, donkey !"he asked.

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

He sat on the chairwoman again, his invertebrate foot on my cheeks, and asked me to take him to the office.

It was not well-heeled. On the way there, Greg pulled the string a few times and I felt my intestine would spill out either through my asshole or through the hole my ripped egg would go away soon.

I was quick to cum. I stopped pulling like a gentle ass, moved back a little to decrease the tension of the whack and lowered my speed trunk. Greg was nimble to notice and quicker to act.

First off, he jumped off the hot seat and kicked it away pulling my balls violently, giving me shivers. Then he knelt right in front of me and held my head with both his workforce, each of his palm tree on my ears, his fingers covering the nape of my neck and his thumbs right next to my nozzle shoving Thomas More than half of his eight intemperately column inch in my oral cavity. Wanting to please him as a true slave, I looked up and saw he had the chain to my heart-shaped plug between his dentition. On the number 1 upheaval shooting my sperm cell and while my mother fucker was at its tightest, my boy shook his head back and up pulling the hoopla out of my trembling orifice.

As this happened quite unexpectedly, I twitched and moaned. Greg grabbed the chance and blocked my nostril with his thumb, then, when I tried to breathe through the mouth, instead of air, my lungs pulled his stopcock down my throat.

I swallowed his thickness and I am for certain this is what his cock needed, a in effect rub against my Adam's apple. He started pumping his spermatozoon down my larynx while I gasped for air.

My boy managed to violate me in dissimilar shipway at the Lapplander time.

When he had no more manjuice to break me, he pulled his cock slowly until I felt it pop out of my pharynx. He milked it a few clip to make water certainly I would get the live on drop and when out of my sass, he slapped me in the face with his tool like saying"I am the honcho ”.

While I was still on all fours, my boy crawled side by side to me, took the cordiform ballyhoo and dipped it in the kitty of my sperm that I made on the floor below me. Without anything to say, he placed its tip right on my yen hole and pushed it halfway in. Once again, I had no chance to react when he swiftly pushed it past my anal ring ; this clip, I twitched and was able to let out a moan.

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

"I am going for some last min shopping, just make sure you clean everything before auntie is back !"he said.

start thing I did, I liberated my balls that had turned purple. I put everything back where they belonged and wiped the floor. After all was done and while taking a shower, I pulled my goat plug out slowly, washed it and stored it in its usual place.

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

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

I did not like it, I loved it !

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

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