I am one of these lucky married man who work from house while the married woman commutes to the office only to bring back home plate at dinner time. But I am not alone. My nephew keeps me right company, we share the Lapp passion for things I would not dare do with my hard-working early half.

It was a beautiful Dec day, cold enough to lay down you want stay home…and play plot just before the vacation. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our little fun time. I gave him staring control to manoeuvre and put in place any scenario he thought would extend us to a outstanding coming.

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

Greg was already naked as he is always when my wife is out of the sign of the zodiac. He turned the heat on high and left the room only to deliver minute later holding two of my whang.

"seminal fluid closer,"he asked me and I did. He grabbed my bollock and pulled them down, then pulled them very concentrated towards him tying one of the belts around them. He tightened it well, then he fastened the second belt to the end of the first-class honours degree one and tugged hard sufficiency to make me mislay my residue, then he said,"Follow me !"

We went to the post, him ahead of me pulling me by the glob. 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.

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

He went back and brought another whack, this time it was a thin and specify one my wife ilk to wear. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my butt impertinence, then again a couple more time until I moaned with pain.

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

I slowly pulled with all my might and the make-do buggy started rolling again, my master brimming with joy like a Roman gladiator triumphantly riding his chariot around the Colosseum. I could feel the whang squeezing my globe, pulling them voiceless and with them pulling my toilsome cock down and between my second joint.

He whipped me a few more times and each prison term the belt left rosy soft touch on my skin.

"Please,"I managed to mumble,"enough…"

Another whipping made me break, only this fourth dimension he aimed at my squelch balls. He hit me heavy twice, maybe three more times while I kept pulling the chairperson with him. No wonder my cock started drooling pre-cum juices leaving a shiny streak on the hardwood floor.

Then suddenly, in spite of my wondrous endeavor, the electric chair was stuck.

"Pull !"he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretched nut, he raised his legs and rested his feet on my stern cheeks. I felt his thrust adding Thomas More latent hostility to the two belts that linked my ball to the president.

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

I moaned with pain when I managed to pull my passkey again and realized the wheel of the chair were now on the carpet making it difficult to undulate like before, like a car stuck in mud.

I did my best and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood floor again. Only this time, my master was pushing hard my buttocks with his feet. By doing so, he must give birth noticed my arse was not utilized as it deserved and ordered me to select him to the john.

We reached our goal through another unit of ammunition of carpet-covered base. He checked the drawer where we keep our sex toys and puled a minuscule coffin nail plug. He made me puzzle out it and he spit on my muddle, then pushed the plug in me. He played with my maw several fourth dimension, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big behind jade, a present I bought my married woman for Valentine's.

It was the shape of a bright red pith with rounded bound, some 2.5 inches at its widest and almost 2 column inch thick and about 4 inches long. Its surface was covered with silicone 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 body oil and made sure he squeezed a salutary quantity of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my fix and on the red heart-shaped hoopla. He used his finger to open me up ; two, then three, then four, in and out a few metre spreading the lube. He placed the plug's tip right on my hole and pushed slowly, then a little harder but I could not take aim it. He thought a moment and pushed the chair out of the can and closed the room access catching the rap that tied me to it between the door and the physique. This way, my balls would pass on no room for me to wiggle my consistency next metre he pushed the hoopla inside me.

He started pushing again, gently but firmly.

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

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

"Good ass !"Greg said and smirked.

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

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

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

He sat on the chair again, his feet on my impertinence, and asked me to take him to the office.

It was not easy. On the way there, Greg pulled the chain a few metre and I felt my guts would spill out either through my bunghole or through the hole my ripped balls would leave soon.

I was quick to cum. I stopped pulling like a docile ass, moved back a minuscule to decrease the tension of the belt ammunition and lowered my amphetamine dead body. Greg was agile to notice and faster to act.

First off, he jumped off the hot seat and kicked it away pulling my Lucille Ball violently, giving me shivers. Then he knelt right in battlefront of me and held my pass with both his hands, each of his palms on my ears, his finger covering the nape of my neck and his thumb right next to my nose shoving to a greater extent than half of his eight hard inches in my rima oris. Wanting to please him as a reliable slave, I looked up and saw he had the string to my heart-shaped plug between his tooth. On the first-class honours degree convulsion shooting my sperm and while my asshole was at its tightest, my boy shook his head back and up pulling the nag out of my trembling orifice.

As this happened quite unexpectedly, I twitched and moaned. Greg grabbed the opportunity and blocked my nostrils 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 sure this is what his cock needed, a serious rub against my Adam's Malus pumila. He started pumping his sperm down my larynx while I gasped for air.

My boy managed to violate me in dissimilar ways at the same time.

When he had no more manjuice to give me, he pulled his hammer slowly until I felt it pop out of my pharynx. He milked it a few prison term to make sure I would get the finis drop and when out of my mouth, he slapped me in the font with his putz like saying"I am the political boss ”.

While I was still on all tetrad, my boy crawled next to me, took the heart-shaped fireplug and dipped it in the pool of my sperm that I made on the trading floor below me. Without anything to say, he placed its tip right on my hurt hole and pushed it halfway in. Once again, I had no chance to oppose when he swiftly pushed it past my anal ring ; this time, I twitched and was able to let out a moan.

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

"I am going for some last moment shopping, just piddle certainly you clean everything before auntie is back !"he said.

First thing I did, I liberated my musket ball that had turned purple. I put everything back where they belonged and wiped the floor. After all was done and while taking a shower, I pulled my butt plug out slowly, washed it and stored it in its usual place.

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

Next day, he told me this was a plot some military officer played with him in poky and thought I would like it.

I did not like it, I loved it !

"But,"I asked,"you had butt fireplug in clink ?"

"Oh, no,"he answered,"instead of a butt stopper, it was a warden's tool in my ass. They all loved the way my cheeks rubbed their pecker when I crawled ! ”