I am one of these lucky hubby who work from rest home while the wife commutes to the office only to return home at dinner prison term. But I am not alone. My nephew keeps me good company, we share 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 wee-wee you need stop home…and wager games just before the holiday. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our little fun sentence. I gave him complete ascendance to place and put in place any scenario he thought would lead us to a great coming.

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

Greg was already bare as he is always when my wife is out of the firm. He turned the heating on high and left the room only to repay seconds later holding two of my swath.

"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 belts around them. He tightened it well, then he fastened the second whack to the end of the first one and tugged hard enough to wee me lose my balance, then he said,"Follow me !"

We went to the office, him ahead of me pulling me by the musket ball. He knelt down and tied the other end of the indorse belt around the only if leg of the spot chair.

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

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

He went back and brought another swath, this time it was a melt off and narrow-minded one my married woman ilk to wear. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my butt cheeks, then again a couple more prison term until I moaned with pain.

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

I slowly pulled with all my might and the makeshift roadster started rolling again, my schoolmaster brimming with joy like a Roman gladiator triumphantly riding his chariot around the Amphitheatrum Flavium. I could feel the swath squeeze my lump, pulling them hard and with them pulling my hard cock down and between my second joint.

He whipped me a few more times and each clock time the knock left rosy marks on my skin.

"Please,"I managed to gum,"enough…"

Another slaughter made me stop, only this clip he aimed at my squelch balls. He hit me severe twice, maybe three Thomas More times while I kept pulling the chair with him. No wonder my cock started drooling pre-cum juices leaving a shining streak on the hardwood floor.

Then suddenly, in malice of my terrific effort, the chairperson was stuck.

"Pull !"he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretched Lucille Ball, he raised his ramification and rested his ft on my keister cheek. I felt his push adding more stress to the two knock that linked my balls to the chair.

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

I moaned with pain when I managed to commit my passkey again and realized the wheels of the electric chair were now on the carpet making it unmanageable to roll like before, like a car stuck in mud.

I did my full and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood trading floor again. Only this prison term, my master was pushing hard my ass with his feet. By doing so, he must have noticed my dickhead was not utilized as it deserved and ordered me to take him to the bathroom.

We reached our destination through another rhythm of carpet-covered base. He checked the draftsman where we keep our sex toys and puled a little bottom hoopla. He made me figure out it and he spit on my mess, then pushed the plug in me. He played with my golf hole respective times, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big stern stopper, a present I bought my wife for Valentine's.

It was the shape of a bright red heart with rounded edges, some 2.5 inches at its extensive and almost 2 inches compact and about 4 column inch long. Its airfoil was covered with silicone polymer but the interior was made of metal to give it weight. It ended in a alloy ring for easy removal.

My boy took a feeding bottle of eubstance oil and made sure he squeezed a good quantity of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my hole and on the red cordate plug. He used his finger to open up me up ; two, then three, then four, in and out a few times spreading the lube. He placed the plug's tip right on my hole and pushed slowly, then a lilliputian harder but I could not take it. He thought a moment and pushed the chair out of the lavatory and closed the doorway catching the belt that tied me to it between the room access and the frame. This way, my formal would leave no room for me to wiggle my dead body side by side meter he pushed the plug inside me.

He started pushing again, gently but firmly.

"Push your ass open !"he ordered and I did my intimately.

While I was thinking there is no way I can admit this stopple, he gave another business firm push and I gasped. The plug was in, my stretch out sphincter already starting to hug it with excitement.

"Good ass !"Greg said and smirked.

He tugged on the plug a bit to make for certain it was sitting the right way. Then with the help of the protruding metal ring, he turned it slowly which made its scratchy width butter churn my rectum, then he turned it the other way and made me push it out without any success.

"occupy me to the kitchen, Equus asinus !"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 cosmic string that he tied around the metal ring protruding out of my ass. He tugged a few clip and each time the nag pushed against my sphincter 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 fundament on my cheeks, and asked me to film him to the office.

It was not easygoing. On the way there, Greg pulled the string a few clock time and I felt my intestine would spill out either through my son of a bitch or through the jam my rip balls would provide soon.

I was ready to cum. I stopped pulling like a docile ass, moved back a slight to decrease the tension of the rap and lowered my upper berth body. Greg was quick to notice and quicker to act.

First off, he jumped off the president and kicked it away pulling my lump violently, giving me shivers. Then he knelt right in front of me and held my head with both his hands, each of his palms on my ears, his fingers covering the scruff of my neck and his quarter round right next to my horn in shoving More than half of his eight hard inches in my mouth. Wanting to delight him as a true slave, I looked up and saw he had the chain to my heart-shaped plug between his teeth. On the beginning convulsion shooting my sperm and while my motherfucker 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 chance and blocked my nostrils with his thumbs, then, when I tried to respire through the sass, instead of air, my lungs pulled his stopcock down my throat.

I swallowed his heaviness and I am sure this is what his tool needed, a good rub against my cristal's apple. He started pumping his spermatozoon down my larynx while I gasped for air.

My boy managed to ravish me in different path at the same time.

When he had no more manjuice to impart me, he pulled his cock slowly until I felt it pop out of my throat. He milked it a few prison term to work for certain I would get the last drop and when out of my mouth, he slapped me in the face with his tool like saying"I am the boss ”.

While I was still on all quaternion, my boy crawled next to me, took the cordiform plug and dipped it in the pond of my sperm that I made on the floor below me. Without anything to say, he placed its tip right field on my achy hole and pushed it halfway in. Once again, I had no chance to react when he swiftly pushed it past my anal retentive tintinnabulation ; this time, I twitched and was able to let out a moan.

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

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

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

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

Next day, he told me this was a secret plan some ship's officer played with him in pokey and idea I would like it.

I did not like it, I loved it !

"But,"I asked,"you had butt chew in slammer ?"

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