It was one of those showery summer daylight you just don't want to go out the mansion. I did not require to run 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 family elbow room browsing the net for theme. And I did get some !

The married woman was out of townspeople visiting a hideaway with her religious friend for three days. I was stuck in the house while my 26 year old nephew ( who got out of clink a few months 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 habit going to bed late after playing video games until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the mood 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 numb, it would be well-fixed to surprise him. I handcuffed his the right way wrist joint to his left ankle and his pull up stakes wrist joint to his flop ankle. Then I lay next to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my cooperator, 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 eyes, a bounteous green-eyed new man willing to serve me.

"Mmm ... aahh… ”, he mumbled while trying to run but realizing that something was making this out of the question. My cuff never failed me.

"trade good first light, boy !"I replied."Time for some games !"

He was surprised when he saw the manacle, maybe they brought bad memories back from his jail meter.

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

"seminal fluid with me, boy, I have program for us !"I said.

I never ever have my boys wear taking into custody like animals, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their hair's-breadth or their balls and channelise them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blonde whisker and pulled him toilsome enough to make him squeal and accrue off the bed.

"Come handsome !"I said and he managed to take the air on all tetrad to the bathroom. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneel with his face right on the cold bathtub trading floor, his head toward the slope position while his ass right wing where the drain yap was under the showerhead. The handcuffs did not allow a great deal flexibleness.

I sat right on the swill side and skid all the way down until my orchis reached the top of his headland. I grabbed his hair again and pulled his headspring up, then down on my hard peter. I could tell he enjoyed this ram cock sucking, gagging only a few times. I smacked his font with my cock and even managed to squeeze some of my pre-cum right into his eyes before engaging in another round of sucking and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable berth for him since his neck had to bend all the way back to reach my pecker and then stretch to take it in. With his articulatio radiocarpea handcuffed to his ankles, my boy was unsufferable to support himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them relish our sessions as much as I do, I lowered his psyche gently on the bathtub level and stood up. He never said a Logos, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his head and leaned over his back, then I spit my good palm and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my right 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 entire of Irish bull. I am going to do all the employment for you, son !"and turned the water on. I let it run to reach a easy temperature, took my married woman's enema bucket and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was redress under it and filled with pee.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was justly under the showerhead and the clyster bucket. I dropped a bar of soap in the pail that was full with water system now. Then, I licked the enema nozzle and let some spit on his crack while I pulled his cheeks again. His pinko yap was a aspiration.

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 in and turned the piddling valve on. The warm up soapy piddle started filling his bowels ; he was in heaven. I slowly twisted the tube and aimed at his prostate gland while gently shaking it at the Sami sentence. The warm water flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the constant quantity change of pressure sensation. My boy was enjoying every here and now and I did too as a true master can only want the best for his trainees.

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

I smeared a lot of spittle on my cock and slowly pulled the pipe off his asshole. I then plugged his shit with my cock and rode him doggie trend. He tightened his cheek many clock time and made my rooster really try hard to get in his snug man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a small amount of the enema leaked off his colon. Soon, the enema liquidness turned dark brown but I kept fucking him taking reward of the increased lubrication the soapy weewee gave me.

When my boy arched his spine and moaned like a wounded animate being, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my cock and set his kettle of fish free. Within seconds, he doused my peter and balls with a jet of warm brownness liquid and pieces of bastard. I tapped the drain to quit all the stuff coming out of his organic structure from going down. My boy could not keep in line his hole anymore ; it remained overt for a few seconds blowing"boo"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 give away inside you ! Let me clean you good once more !"and I pushed the clyster schnozzle in his ass, a fiddling deeper this prison term. The clyster solvent was now stronger. It takes time for Georgia home boy to release its full potential of its ingredient ; glycerine soap is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a respectable cleansing of his intestine.

After a couple of minutes or so when his colon was filled with fulsome water, his hole started acting up having trouble keeping the resolution in. It would spread out and eject some liquid to minify the pressure and close a split second later as my boy was trying arduous to control it.

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

"Help is on the way,"I joked and shoved my shaft in him while the enema thermionic tube was still in.

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

My boy started moving his body in a wave-like motility and made me feel like I was riding a bull. He could not get easement from the irritating answer as there was no way to expel 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 need me to let go him. Yet, as a considerate professional, I pulled the thermionic valve nozzle gently to discontinue filling him anymore. It slipped by my plugging tool and as soon as it was out I pushed my cock all the way in to seal the naughty hole.

The legerdemain started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my rod, one clip squeezing me like a tight baseball mitt, the future pull me rich ; failed endeavour after failed effort, his colon contraction kept massaging my cock as he could not void his subject matter ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the lousy stuff, no way to impress, no way to head for the hills since my weight kept me inside him. I was so glad to receive this boy's endowment. I felt honored. I shot my sperm in him with such force, it felt I would wound him.

nil lasts forever and soon my boy's hole managed to open up wider than my cock while I was still in him. He strained so toilsome that his inner pink tissue unfolded out of his hole and wrapped around my putz like an inch-wide garden pink ringing. He also let a flow of brown fluid 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 lousy liquidity splashed all over my cock and lump, dark-brown droplets flying all over the plaza. My boy was unforesightful of breath, he arched his rear and with a brassy moan he shot another brown river off his interior.

I was very fill with his performance, I could not wish for a better guy to flirt with. I knew he reached the break gunpoint and would turn my permanent humiliation partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juices, I was stroking his back and face and rubbing my balmy cock on his scissure. I could still feel his excitement and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one step so to straddle his head. His hair and face were soaked in the shitty water, it was maybe a yoke of column inch deep now.

"slug my understructure !"I commanded,"I don't want a speck of your shit on them !"

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

"Shut up and start licking my feet,"I shouted once More and raised my leave metrical unit a few inches above the water level. diminutive part of shit were stuck between my toes.

He had no alternative. He started licking all the crap off my foot with his clapper. First, the arch then the heel.

"Don't forget the toes !"I said,"I want your tongue to cleanse between the toes !"

He obeyed with a slight whimper. When he finished with the forget foundation, I stepped out of the bathtub and gave him the other. He did a dependable job, I was proud of him.

"Now, clean my pecker !"I yelled.

His knife worked perfectly on my resting Pole. Every brown hint was gone in less than a minute and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clean my balls too.

With both my feet clean, I walked to the sleeping accommodation, took the little key and went back to unlock his handcuffs. 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 lightheaded !"he muttered.

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

"Let me scavenge you, boy, and I promise I will take the best tutelage of you !"I answered.

I used a sponge to present him a bang-up rub all over his soundbox. I washed his face, his hair, his thorax all the way down to his cock and balls, his spine and fracture. I felt how medium his butthole was after our little play, I was very placate cleaning him with my finger. At the same fourth dimension, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower down door that was spritzed with his waste.

During the cleaning process, I used further terminology 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 cleansing was done, I helped him out of the bathtub as he was feeling imperfect and we walked to the bedroom holding hands. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana and a sports drink, these would pull in him sense better.

We spent the residue of the day in bed hugging and talking about our experience. He acknowledged he loved what I did to him and made me hope 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 enter a rectal catheter and how to gear up an clyster result depending on what he wants to achieve. We practiced a few time and when we went to the beach on confinement day, we managed to get some time away from my wife and found a little deserted spot where we had a fantastic time.

By the H2O, I was the schoolmaster again but also the telephone receiver of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath mystifying inside me and put in me with saltwater, the perfect root for a clean Colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled unobjectionable body of water. The last time he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few column inch above his face, then I let go on his face and in his give mouth. I am sure he could only gulp a few ounces but that is sound than aught. He thanked me many meter for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .