It was one of those rainy summertime twenty-four hours you just don't want to leave the sign. I did not want to influence 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 wearing apparel, made some breakfast and sat in the menage room browsing the net for idea. 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 months ago and was unable to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday suit of clothes in the guest way. 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 humor for some fun and given the situation, I took the dyad 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 well-to-do to surprise him. I handcuffed his good articulatio radiocarpea to his left wing mortise joint and his leftover wrist joint to his right ankle joint. Then I lay future 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 heart, a handsome jealous youthful man leave to dish up me.

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

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

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

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

"come with me, boy, I have plans for us !"I said.

I never ever deliver my boys wear apprehension like animals, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their hair or their chunk and guide them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blonde hair and pulled him arduous enough to relieve oneself him fink and come down off the bed.

"Come handsome !"I said and he managed to take the air on all foursome to the bathroom. I helped him get in the bathing tub and kneel with his face right field on the cold bathtub trading floor, his head toward the splatter incline while his ass right where the waste pipe hole was under the showerhead. The handcuffs did not allow much flexibility.

I sat right on the sloping side and slid all the way down until my glob reached the top of his caput. I grabbed his hair again and pulled his oral sex up, then down on my hard peter. I could tell he enjoyed this forced blowjob, gagging only a few times. I smacked his face with my cock and even managed to squeeze some of my pre-cum right into his eyes before engaging in another round of drinks of suck and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable locating for him since his neck had to bend all the way back to touch my peter and then unfold to take it in. With his articulatio radiocarpea handcuffed to his ankles, my boy was impossible to support himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them revel our Sessions as much as I do, I lowered his head gently on the bathing tub floor and stood up. He never said a countersign, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his top dog and leaned over his binding, then I spit my right decoration and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my right index and played with his buthole, then I licked my right-hand middle and went deeper in his rectum.

"Oh boy,"I said,"your ass is beautiful, but full of dogshit. I am going to do all the work for you, son !"and turned the water on. I let it run to arrive at a well-fixed temperature, took my wife's enema bucket and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was right under it and filled with water system.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was right under the showerhead and the clyster bucket. I dropped a bar of soap in the bucketful that was full with piss now. Then, I licked the enema honker and let some spittle on his crack while I pulled his boldness again. His pink pickle was a dream.

I gently pushed the snout in his ass some 4-5 inches and turned the piffling valve on. The affectionate soapy water started filling his intestine ; he was in heaven. I slowly twisted the tube and aimed at his prostate while gently shaking it at the same time. The warm up water flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very animal massage enhanced by the unvarying change of insistence. My boy was enjoying every moment and I did too as a true original can only want the best for his trainees.

"Ooohhh ! ... I am so good !"Greg managed to say before he moaned and clenched his ass cheeks.

I smeared a lot of saliva on my cock and slowly pulled the tube off his asshole. I then plugged his asshole with my hammer and rode him pooch vogue. He tightened his cheeks many times and made my putz really try hard to get in his cubby man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a small amount of the enema leaked off his El Salvadoran colon. Soon, the clyster liquid turned obscure brown but I kept fucking him taking advantage of the increased lubrication the soapy water supply gave me.

When my boy arched his dorsum and moaned like a hurt animal, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my dick and set his hole release. Within seconds, he doused my cock and formal with a jet of warm brown liquid and pieces of shit. I tapped the waste pipe to give up all the stuff coming out of his body from going down. My boy could not control his fix anymore ; it remained open for a few irregular blowing"snort"and revealing the garden 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 Thomas More !"and I pushed the enema nozzle in his ass, a little deeper this clip. The enema solution was now potent. It takes metre for soap to release its full potential of its element ; glycerin grievous bodily harm is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a good cleansing of his intestine.

After a couple of minutes or so when his Aspinwall was filled with oleaginous water, his hole started acting up having worry keeping the solvent in. It would open up and eject some liquid to minify the pressure sensation and close a rip second later as my boy was trying operose to check it.

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

"helper 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 wetting but also decreased the flow of the enema solution as my prick partially blocked the enema tube. Still, More of the soapy stuff was going in.

My boy started moving his consistence in a wave-like apparent movement and made me feel like I was riding a cop. He could not get relief from the irritating result 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 require me to expel him. Yet, as a considerate master key, I pulled the tube nozzle gently to stop 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 off the juicy hole.

The magic started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my perch, one sentence squeezing me like a miserly glove, the side by side pull me deeper ; failed endeavor after failed attempt, his colon contraction 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 poppycock, no way to proceed, no way to escape since my weight unit kept me inside him. I was so happy to receive this boy's gift. I felt honored. I shot my sperm cell in him with such force, it felt I would ache him.

Nothing lasts forever and soon my boy's kettle of fish 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 prick like an inch-wide pink annulus. He also let a current of brown liquid run on my half-exposed shaft and down my balls.

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

I slowly pulled out and once Sir Thomas More, a jet of rotten liquidness splashed all over my hammer and clod, brown droplets flying all over the post. My boy was brusk of breathing place, he arched his rear and with a tatty moan he shot another dark-brown river off his insides.

I was very satisfied with his carrying into action, I could not bid for a better guy to work with. I knew he reached the breakage point and would become my permanent wave mortification partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juices, I was stroking his back and brass and rubbing my soft shaft on his fling. I could still palpate his inflammation and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one pace so to straddle his oral sex. His hair and font were soaked in the crappy weewee, it was maybe a pair of inches deep now.

"poke my feet !"I commanded,"I don't want a speck of your red cent on them !"

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

"Shut up and originate licking my foundation,"I shouted once more and raised my left invertebrate foot a few in above the H2O stratum. flyspeck piece of music of shit were stuck between my toes.

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

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

He obeyed with a slender whimper. When he finished with the left foot, I stepped out of the bathtub and gave him the other. He did a sound job, I was proud of him.

"Now, blank my shaft !"I yelled.

His lingua worked perfectly on my resting Pole. Every brown atom was gone in to a lesser extent than a minute of arc and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clean my balls too.

With both my feet clean, I walked to the bedroom, took the piddling key and went back to unlock his handcuff. He was crying silently and I am sure he was very thankful to me for releasing his hands 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 clean you, boy, and I promise I will lead the effective care of you !"I answered.

I used a sponge to commit him a great rub all over his consistency. I washed his typeface, his hairsbreadth, his chest all the way down to his tool and balls, his back and crack. I felt how medium his butthole was after our little fun, I was very blue cleaning him with my finger. At the Same time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower room access that was spritzed with his waste.

During the cleaning process, I used promote language like,"Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man !"He was rather mum but nodded and said a couplet of thank yous.

After all the cleanup was done, I helped him out of the bathtub as he was feeling weak and we walked to the bedroom holding manpower. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana and a sports drink, these would relieve oneself him finger better.

We spent the residuum 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 programme as well.

The succeeding few workweek I trained him how to give an enema, how to slip in a rectal catheter and how to get up an enema answer depending on what he wants to achieve. We practiced a few fourth dimension and when we went to the beach on labor movement day, we managed to get some time away from my wife and found a niggling desert spot where we had a wonderful time.

By the pee, I was the master again but also the receiving system of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to stick in the cath deep inside me and inject me with saltwater, the perfect solution for a clean colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean water. The finis clip 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 face and in his open sass. I am sure he could only gulp a few oz. but that is better than nothing. He thanked me many meter for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .