It was one of those showery summertime days you just don't want to leave the household. I did not need to process 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 apparel, made some breakfast and sat in the kinfolk way browsing the net for melodic theme. 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 sign of the zodiac while my 26 year old nephew ( who got out of jail a few months ago and was ineffectual to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday causa in the guest room. I knew he had made it a riding habit going to bed late after playing video plot until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the mode for some fun and given the situation, I took the pair of cuff I use when having sex with my wife and went in the guy's room quietly. He was deeply asleep, it would be tardily to surprise him. I handcuffed his correct radiocarpal joint to his left ankle and his left wrist joint to his redress ankle. Then I lay following to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my mate, I never call them"servants"or"slave ”, this is degrading. I call them"son ”.

An minute later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a footling groggy but, to my eyes, a handsome green-eyed Lester Willis Young man unforced to answer me.

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

"good sunrise, boy !"I replied."Time for some biz !"

He was surprised when he saw the handlock, maybe they brought bad store back from his gaol time.

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

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

I never ever have my male child wear neckband like beast, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their hairsbreadth or their balls and guide them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blonde fuzz and pulled him hard enough to attain him squeal and fall off the bed.

"Come handsome !"I said and he managed to walk on all fours to the bathroom. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneel with his face right on the cold bathtub trading floor, his oral sex toward the slosh side of meat while his ass rightfulness where the drainpipe hole was under the showerhead. The handcuffs did not set aside a lot flexibility.

I sat right on the sloping side and slid all the way down until my balls reached the top of his foreland. I grabbed his hair again and pulled his head up, then down on my hard rooster. 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 rightfulness into his oculus before engaging in another round of sucking and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable position for him since his neck had to bend all the way back to arrive at my cock and then stretch to take it in. With his wrists handcuffed to his ankles, my boy was impossible to back himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them enjoy our sessions as much as I do, I lowered his head gently on the bathing tub floor and stood up. He never said a watchword, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his head and leaned over his back, then I spit my right palm and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my right forefinger 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-the-moon of poop. I am going to do all the employment for you, son !"and turned the water supply on. I let it run to reach a comfortable temperature, took my wife's clyster bucket and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was right under it and filled with water.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was right under the showerhead and the clyster pail. I dropped a bar of soap in the bucketful that was full with H2O now. Then, I licked the enema nozzle and let some spit on his chap while I pulled his cheeks again. His pink hole was a dream.

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 inches and turned the trivial valve on. The warm soapy water started filling his gut ; he was in heaven. I slowly twisted the tube and aimed at his prostate while gently shaking it at the same time. The warm water flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the constant change of pressure. My boy was enjoying every consequence and I did too as a true master can only require the ripe for his trainees.

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

I smeared a lot of spit on my cock and slowly pulled the tube off his mother fucker. I then plugged his asshole with my cock and rode him doggy mode. He tightened his brass many times and made my rooster really try hard to get in his cubby man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a little sum of money of the clyster leaked off his colon. Soon, the clyster liquid turned dark brown but I kept fucking him taking advantage of the increased lubrication the soapy water gave me.

When my boy arched his back and moaned like a injure animal, I understood he could not study it anymore. I pulled my shaft and set his hole exempt. Within seconds, he doused my dick and balls with a jet of warm brown liquid state and slice of shit. I tapped the drain to stop all the stuff coming out of his body from going down. My boy could not ensure his hole anymore ; it remained undefended for a few seconds blowing"raspberries"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 shit inside you ! Let me clean you undecomposed once Sir Thomas More !"and I pushed the clyster nozzle in his ass, a little deeper this time. The enema solution was now inviolable. It takes time for soap to unloosen its wide potentiality of its ingredients ; glycerine soap 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 smarmy water, his hole started acting up having trouble keeping the solution in. It would spread out and expel some liquid state to decrease the insistency and close a rip second later as my boy was trying hard to control it.

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

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

This way, I not only stopped the leak but also decreased the catamenia of the enema result as my cock partially blocked the enema thermionic valve. Still, more of the soapy stuff was going in.

My boy started moving his body in a wave-like motion and made me feel like I was riding a papal bull. He could not get rilievo from the irritating solution as there was no way to expel it.

"Please, skipper,"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 desire me to exhaust him. Yet, as a considerate overlord, I pulled the tube nozzle gently to stop filling him anymore. It slipped past my plugging rooster and as soon as it was out I pushed my cock all the way in to seal the naughty hole.

The magic started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my celestial pole, one metre squeezing me like a tight glove, the succeeding pulling me deeply ; failed attempt after failed attempt, his colon contractions kept massaging my hammer as he could not empty his substance ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the lousy stuff, no way to locomote, no way to escape since my weight kept me inside him. I was so glad to receive this boy's gift. I felt honored. I shot my sperm in him with such force, it felt I would bruise him.

zip lasts forever and soon my boy's hole managed to open extensive than my prick while I was still in him. He strained so hard that his inner pink tissue unfolded out of his hole and wrapped around my cock like an inch-wide pink ring. He also let a current of brown liquified run on my half-exposed shaft and down my ballock.

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

I slowly pulled out and once More, a jet of shitty liquid splashed all over my stopcock and clump, browned droplets flying all over the shoes. My boy was brusk of breath, he arched his vertebral column and with a cheap moan he shot another chocolate-brown river off his inside.

I was very satisfied with his performance, I could not wish for a better guy to play with. I knew he reached the break point and would become my permanent chagrin partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his succus, I was stroking his back and buttock and rubbing my soft cock on his crack. 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 rotten water, it was maybe a duad of inches deep now.

"Lick my base !"I commanded,"I don't want a particle of your squat on them !"

Hesitantly, he said,"master key ... please ... I…"

"Shut up and get down licking my feet,"I shouted once more and raised my impart foot a few inches above the water system level. Tiny pieces of doodly-squat were stuck between my toes.

He had no option. He started licking all the poop off my foot with his glossa. First, the arch then the heel.

"Don't draw a blank the toes !"I said,"I want your tongue to make clean between the toes !"

He obeyed with a slight whine. When he finished with the left foot, I stepped out of the bath and gave him the other. He did a good job, I was proud of him.

"Now, clean my shaft !"I yelled.

His tongue worked perfectly on my resting pole. Every brown mite was gone in less than a minute of arc and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clean my testis too.

With both my feet neat, I walked to the bedroom, took the niggling key and went back to unlock his cuff. He was crying silently and I am sure he was very grateful to me for releasing his custody and feet.

I untapped the drain and helped him up.

"I am silly !"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 take the best care of you !"I answered.

I used a sponge to kick in him a great rub all over his body. I washed his face, his hairsbreadth, his breast all the way down to his cock and balls, his back and cranny. I felt how tender his butthole was after our fiddling play, I was very gentle cleaning him with my finger. At the same time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathing tub and shower threshold that was spritzed with his waste.

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

After all the cleaning was done, I helped him out of the bathtub as he was feeling frail and we walked to the bedroom holding hands. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to make for him a banana and a mutant drink, these would give him experience better.

We spent the rest period of the day in bed cuddling 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 plan as well.

The next few week I trained him how to give an enema, how to stick in a rectal catheter and how to prepare an enema solvent depending on what he wants to achieve. We practiced a few metre and when we went to the beach on travail day, we managed to get some clip away from my married woman and found a little deserted smudge where we had a wonderful time.

By the water supply, I was the master again but also the receiving system of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath rich inside me and interject me with seawater, the perfect solution for a cleanse colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled make clean water. The utmost prison term 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 up mouth. I am sure he could only gulp a few troy ounce but that is better than nil. He thanked me many clip for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .