It was one of those rainy summer 24-hour interval you just don't want to leave the house. I did not want to 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 folk room browsing the net for melodic theme. And I did get some !

The married woman was out of town visiting a retreat with her religious friend for three days. I was stuck in the house while my 26 year old nephew ( who got out of jail a few calendar month ago and was unable to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday suit in the guest room. I knew he had made it a wont going to bed late after playing TV game until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the climate for some fun and given the situation, I took the pair of handlock 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 right wrist to his odd ankle and his left wrist to his mightily mortise joint. Then I lay adjacent to him spooning like a considerate master.

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

An hour later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a small groggy but, to my eyes, a handsome jealous young man willing to dish out me.

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

"good morning, boy !"I replied."Time for some games !"

He was surprised when he saw the handcuff, maybe they brought bad remembering back from his slammer sentence.

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

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

I never ever feature my boys wear pinch like brute, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their haircloth or their ball and guide them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blonde hair and pulled him hard enough to make him confess and fall off the bed.

"Come handsome !"I said and he managed to walk on all tetrad to the bathroom. I helped him get in the bath and kneel with his nerve right field on the cold bathing tub floor, his question toward the sloping side while his ass right wing where the drain hole was under the showerhead. The handlock did not provide lots flexibility.

I sat right on the sloping side and slid all the way down until my balls reached the top of his head. I grabbed his hairsbreadth again and pulled his nous up, then down on my unvoiced turncock. I could tell he enjoyed this thrust blowjob, gagging only a few times. I smacked his human face with my cock and even managed to squeeze some of my pre-cum right into his eyes before engaging in another round of golf 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 get to my cock and then stretch along to take it in. With his wrist handcuffed to his ankle, my boy was unimaginable to bear out himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them delight our academic term as much as I do, I lowered his head gently on the bath floor and stood up. He never said a countersign, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his header and leaned over his spine, then I spit my mighty palm and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my right indicant and played with his buthole, then I licked my good midriff and went deeper in his rectum.

"Oh boy,"I said,"your ass is beautiful, but wide of shit. I am going to do all the oeuvre for you, son !"and turned the H2O on. I let it run to strain a comfortable temperature, took my wife's enema pail and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was correctly under it and filled with water.

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

I gently pushed the snoot in his ass some 4-5 in and turned the little valve on. The warm soapy water started filling his bowels ; he was in promised land. I slowly twisted the thermionic vacuum tube and aimed at his prostate while gently shaking it at the same fourth dimension. The warm water flowed on his manlike G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the constant change of press. My boy was enjoying every bit and I did too as a true master can only want the secure 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 saliva on my rooster and slowly pulled the tubing off his arse. I then plugged his cocksucker with my cock and rode him doggy fashion. He tightened his cheeks many times and made my cock really try hard to get in his cosy man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a little sum of the enema leaked off his colon. Soon, the clyster liquidness turned dark-skinned brown but I kept fucking him taking advantage of the increased lubrication the soapy water gave me.

When my boy arched his spinal column and moaned like a offend fauna, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my shaft and set his pickle free. Within seconds, he doused my cock and balls with a jet of warm brown liquid state and pieces of diddlyshit. I tapped the drain to finish all the stuff coming out of his soundbox from going down. My boy could not operate his hole anymore ; it remained open for a few second 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 stag inside you ! Let me strip you good once Sir Thomas More !"and I pushed the enema nozzle in his ass, a slight deeper this time. The enema resolution was now stronger. It takes fourth dimension for soap to release its entire potential of its ingredients ; glycerol soap is my darling. This is what my trainee needed, a honorable cleansing of his intestine.

After a mates of arcminute or so when his colon was filled with saponaceous urine, his hole started acting up having trouble 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 difficult to control it.

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

"Help is on the way,"I joked and shoved my dick in him while the clyster electron tube was still in.

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

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

"Please, captain,"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 turn him. Yet, as a considerate passe-partout, I pulled the thermionic vacuum tube nozzle gently to stop filling him anymore. It slipped by my plugging cock and as soon as it was out I pushed my dick all the way in to seal the naughty hole.

The legerdemain started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my Pole, one time squeezing me like a fuddled baseball mitt, the next pulling me mystifying ; failed try after failed endeavour, his Colon contractions kept massaging my putz as he could not evacuate his subject matter ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the shitty stuff, no way to incite, no way to escape since my weight unit kept me inside him. I was so well-chosen to receive this boy's endowment. I felt honored. I shot my spermatozoan in him with such force, it felt I would injure him.

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

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

I slowly pulled out and once more, a jet of shitty liquid splashed all over my cock and musket ball, brown droplets flying all over the shoes. My boy was short of breath, he arched his cover and with a loudly moan he shot another embrown river off his inside.

I was very satisfied with his operation, I could not wish for a better guy to play with. I knew he reached the breaking breaker point and would become my permanent wave mortification partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juices, I was stroking his backrest and cheeks and rubbing my soft rooster on his whirl. I could still feel his excitement and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one stone's throw so to straddle his head. His haircloth and side were soaked in the icky water, it was maybe a couple of inches deep now.

"clout my metrical unit !"I commanded,"I don't want a speck of your dirt on them !"

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

"Shut up and start licking my metrical foot,"I shouted once more and raised my left foot a few column inch above the urine grade. Tiny pieces of prick were stuck between my toes.

He had no choice. He started licking all the crap off my ft with his tongue. first-class honours degree, 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 bequeath human foot, I stepped out of the bathtub and gave him the other. He did a good job, I was proud of him.

"Now, clean my cock !"I yelled.

His lingua worked perfectly on my resting magnetic pole. Every brown speck was gone in LE than a minute and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clean my globe too.

With both my infantry clear, I walked to the sleeping accommodation, took the little key and went back to unlock his manacle. He was crying silently and I am sure he was very grateful to me for releasing his hands and feet.

I untapped the drain and helped him up.

"I am featherbrained !"he muttered.

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

"Let me make clean you, boy, and I promise I will occupy the trump care of you !"I answered.

I used a parazoan to pass him a great rub all over his body. I washed his face, his hair, his chest all the way down to his stopcock and glob, his rear and crack cocaine. I felt how sensitive his butthole was after our short play, I was very gentle cleaning him with my digit. At the same time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower down door that was spritzed with his waste.

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

After all the cleaning was done, I helped him out of the bathtub as he was feeling weak and we walked to the bedroom holding hands. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to land him a banana tree and a athletics swallow, these would make him finger better.

We spent the eternal sleep of the day in bed hugging 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 weeks I trained him how to give an enema, how to enclose a rectal catheter and how to prepare an clyster result depending on what he wants to accomplish. We practiced a few times and when we went to the beach on labor movement day, we managed to get some sentence away from my married woman and found a little derelict fleck where we had a rattling time.

By the H2O, I was the schoolmaster again but also the telephone receiver of the clyster. Greg masterfully managed to stick in the cath deep inside me and interject me with seawater, the perfect tense root for a clean colon. We did it many metre, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean water. The last time he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few inch above his face, then I let go on his aspect and in his unfold lip. I am sure he could only gulp a few apothecaries' ounce but that is beneficial than naught. He thanked me many times for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .