Founder And Son # 4


Bdsm, Cum-Swallowing, Gay, Humiliation
I am one of these lucky hubby who work from home while the married woman commutes to the federal agency only to give back home plate at dinner clip. But I am not alone. My nephew keeps me good caller, we share the same passion for things I would not dare do with my hard-working other half.

It was a beautiful December day, cold enough to make you require stay home…and bet games just before the holiday. So, right after the married woman left, Greg and I started our little fun time. I gave him stark control to place and put in place any scenario he thought would conduce us to a great coming.

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

Greg was already naked as he is always when my married woman is out of the house. He turned the heating plant on high and left the elbow room only to hark back irregular later holding two of my belts.

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

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

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

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

He went back and brought another belt, this meter it was a thinly and minute one my wife the likes of to endure. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my hindquarters cheeks, then again a twosome more times until I moaned with pain.

"Shut up and keep pulling the hot seat !"he said, only this metre he sat on it.

I slowly pulled with all my might and the stopgap roadster started rolling again, my master copy brimming with joy like a roman type gladiator triumphantly riding his chariot around the Amphitheatrum Flavium. I could finger the swath squeeze my Ball, pulling them heavily and with them pulling my hard tool down and between my second joint.

He whipped me a few more sentence and each time the belt left flushed marks on my skin.

"Please,"I managed to gum,"enough…"

Another whipping made me stop, only this sentence he aimed at my squished balls. He hit me gruelling twice, maybe three Sir Thomas More times while I kept pulling the electric chair with him. No curiosity my dick started drooling pre-cum succus leaving a shiny bar on the hardwood floor.

Then suddenly, in spite of my howling movement, the death chair was stuck.

"twist !"he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my adulterate testicle, he raised his legs and rested his metrical foot on my tooshie nerve. I felt his pushing adding More tension to the two belts that linked my balls to the hot seat.

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

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

I did my considerably and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood floor again. Only this clock time, my master was pushing hard my buttocks with his feet. By doing so, he must have noticed my son of a bitch was not utilized as it deserved and ordered me to take him to the bathroom.

We reached our address through another one shot of carpet-covered floors. He checked the drawer where we hold on our sex toys and puled a little stooge quid. He made me lick it and he spit on my hole, then pushed the plug in me. He played with my fix various time, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big keister plug, a present I bought my married woman for valentine's.

It was the shape of a brilliant red heart with attack edge, some 2.5 inches at its widest and almost 2 inches chummy and about 4 inches long. Its surface was covered with silicone but the interior was made of alloy to give it weight. It ended in a metal doughnut for comfortable removal.

My boy took a feeding bottle of soundbox oil and made sure he squeezed a unspoiled amount of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my maw and on the red heart-shaped plug. He used his fingers to open me up ; two, then three, then four, in and out a few times spreading the lube. He placed the wad's tip right on my hole and pushed slowly, then a footling harder but I could not ask it. He thought a bit and pushed the chair out of the lavatory and closed the door catching the bash that tied me to it between the threshold and the figure. This way, my nut would leave no room for me to wiggle my torso following sentence he pushed the plug inside me.

He started pushing again, gently but firmly.

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

While I was thinking there is no way I can bring this quid, he gave another firm push button and I gasped. The spark plug was in, my stretched sphincter already starting to hug it with excitement.

"trade good ass !"Greg said and smirked.

He tugged on the plug a bit to make trusted it was sitting the rightfield way. Then with the assist of the protruding metal ring, he turned it slowly which made its spotty breadth churn my rectum, then he turned it the other way and made me push it out without any success.

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

I pulled my overlord and his chariot once more to the early end of the menage. In the kitchen, he searched for a train that he tied around the metal ring protruding out of my ass. He tugged a few times and each sentence the nag pushed against my sphincter only to devolve down and hit my prostate when Greg stopped pulling. It was a heavenly feeling either way !

He sat on the chair again, his substructure on my cheeks, and asked me to look at him to the office.

It was not easy. On the way there, Greg pulled the string a few time and I felt my sand would spill out either through my asshole or through the maw my rip formal would leave soon.

I was prepare to cum. I stopped pulling like a docile ass, moved back a trivial to decrease the latent hostility of the belt and lowered my upper body. Greg was quick to notice and speedy to act.

offset off, he jumped off the chair and kicked it away pulling my balls violently, giving me shivers. Then he knelt right in straw man of me and held my straits with both his hands, each of his palms on my capitulum, his finger covering the nucha of my cervix and his thumbs right next to my nose shoving Sir Thomas More than one-half of his eight surd in in my backtalk. Wanting to please him as a true hard worker, I looked up and saw he had the string to my heart-shaped plug between his teeth. On the for the first time convulsion shooting my spermatozoan and while my asshole was at its tightest, my boy shook his head back and up pulling the quid out of my trembling orifice.

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

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

My boy managed to violate me in different ways at the Lapp time.

When he had no more manjuice to give me, he pulled his cock slowly until I felt it pop out of my pharynx. He milked it a few times to make sure I would get the last drop and when out of my mouth, he slapped me in the face with his instrument like saying"I am the Bos ”.

While I was still on all fours, my boy crawled next to me, took the cordate 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 on my pine muddle and pushed it halfway in. Once again, I had no probability to oppose when he swiftly pushed it past my anal retentive annulus ; this clock time, I twitched and was able-bodied to let out a moan.

I assume it took me some clip to recover as I suddenly noticed he was dressed and set to leave.

"I am going for some go moment shopping, just take in sure enough you clean everything before aunt is back !"he said.

First matter I did, I liberated my orb that had turned purpurate. I put everything back where they belonged and wiped the story. After all was done and while taking a shower, I pulled my fanny jade out slowly, washed it and stored it in its common place.

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

Next day, he told me this was a game some police officer played with him in pokey and persuasion I would wish it.

I did not like it, I loved it !

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

"Oh, no,"he answered,"instead of a butt plug, it was a warden's shaft in my ass. They all loved the way my cheek rubbed their prick when I crawled ! ”
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