It was one of those rainy summer days you just don't want to impart the menage. I did not want to work either, so I called sick and stayed in bed snoozing for one Thomas More minute. Then I got up and went to the kitchen without putting on any clothes, made some breakfast and sat in the house room browsing the net for ideas. And I did get some !

The wife was out of town visiting a retreat with her spiritual supporter for three days. I was stuck in the home while my 26 class old nephew ( who got out of jailhouse a few calendar month ago and was unable to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday suit in the guest elbow room. I knew he had made it a habit going to bed late after playing picture plot until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the mood for some fun and given the situation, I took the pair of cuff I use when having sex with my married woman and went in the guy's elbow room quietly. He was deeply deceased, it would be gentle to surprise him. I handcuffed his right carpus to his go out ankle and his left wrist joint to his right ankle. Then I lay next to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my partners, I never call them"retainer"or"slaves ”, this is degrading. I call them"boy ”.

An hour later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a little groggy but, to my eyes, a well-favoured jealous Loretta Young man willing to wait on me.

"Mmm ... aahh… ”, he mumbled while trying to move but realizing that something was making this impossible. My cuff never failed me.

"Good dawning, boy !"I replied."Time for some games !"

He was surprise when he saw the manacle, maybe they brought bad remembering back from his poky prison term.

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

"Come with me, boy, I have plans for us !"I said.

I never ever have my boys wear collars like animate being, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their hair's-breadth or their balls and manoeuvre them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond fuzz and pulled him severe enough to make him oink and strike off the bed.

"ejaculate handsome !"I said and he managed to walk on all tetrad to the bathroom. I helped him get in the tub and kneel with his fount right hand on the cold bathtub level, his head toward the sloping side while his ass right where the drainpipe fix was under the showerhead. The handcuffs did not allow much flexibility.

I sat right on the sloping side and slid all the way down until my testis reached the top of his head. I grabbed his hair again and pulled his headway up, then down on my tough cock. I could tell apart he enjoyed this drive blowjob, gagging only a few multiplication. I smacked his face with my shaft and even managed to squeeze some of my pre-cum right into his eyes before engaging in another round of suction and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable side for him since his neck had to bend all the way back to reach out my cock and then unfold to take it in. With his articulatio radiocarpea handcuffed to his ankle, my boy was unsufferable to support himself. Because I always want to be safe to my trainees and have them bask our sessions as much as I do, I lowered his head gently on the bathtub floor and stood up. He never said a Word of God, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his foreland and leaned over his back, then I spit my correctly palm and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my right exponent and played with his buthole, then I licked my mighty center 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 work for you, son !"and turned the body of water 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 piddle.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was right under the showerhead and the enema pail. I dropped a bar of soap in the bucketful that was total with piddle now. Then, I licked the enema nozzle and let some spit on his cracking while I pulled his nerve again. His pink hole was a dreaming.

I gently pushed the schnoz in his ass some 4-5 column inch and turned the little valve on. The quick soapy piddle started filling his bowels ; he was in heaven. I slowly twisted the tube-shaped structure and aimed at his prostate gland while gently shaking it at the same time. The warmly water flowed on his virile G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the invariant change of force per unit area. My boy was enjoying every mo and I did too as a true master can only require the estimable 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 metro off his arse. I then plugged his cocksucker with my cock and rode him doggy panache. He tightened his cheeks many times and made my dick really try hard to get in his snuggery man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a small amount of the enema leaked off his colon. Soon, the enema liquid turned obscure brown but I kept fucking him taking vantage of the increased lubrication the soapy body of water gave me.

When my boy arched his back and moaned like a wounded animal, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my tool and set his yap free. Within seconds, he doused my cock and globe with a jet of strong Robert Brown liquid and pieces of diddley. I tapped the drainpipe to stop all the clobber coming out of his body from going down. My boy could not ascertain his muddle anymore ; it remained open for a few instant blowing"raspberry bush"and revealing the rap 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 cocksucker inside you ! Let me houseclean you good once more !"and I pushed the enema snoot in his ass, a slight deeper this time. The enema solvent was now potent. It takes time for goop to release its good potential of its component ; 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 colon was filled with smarmy water, his hole started acting up having trouble keeping the solution in. It would open and eject some liquid to fall the insistency and close a schism second later as my boy was trying hard to control it.

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

"Help is on the way,"I joked and shoved my cock in him while the enema pipe was still in.

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

My boy started moving his consistence in a wave-like apparent movement and made me experience like I was riding a bull. He could not get backup man from the irritating solution 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 want me to release him. Yet, as a considerate master, I pulled the pipe nozzle gently to cease filling him anymore. It slipped past tense my plugging cock 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 pole, one sentence squeezing me like a tight glove, the adjacent pull me deeper ; failed attempt after failed attempt, his El Salvadoran colon condensation kept massaging my dick as he could not void his mental object ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the shitty stuff, no way to move, no way to scat since my free weight kept me inside him. I was so glad to take in this boy's gift. I felt honored. I shot my sperm in him with such force, it felt I would hurt him.

Nothing lasts forever and soon my boy's hole managed to open wide-eyed than my putz while I was still in him. He strained so severely that his inner pink tissue paper unfolded out of his yap and wrapped around my cock like an inch-wide pink ring. He also let a watercourse of brown liquid run on my half-exposed ray of light and down my testis.

"Ooohh ... master ... 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 cock and orb, browned droplets flying all over the place. My boy was forgetful of hint, he arched his back and with a forte groan he shot another brown river off his interior.

I was very satisfied with his performance, I could not wish for a undecomposed guy to work with. I knew he reached the breakage point and would become my perm chagrin partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juice, I was stroking his spinal column and cheeks and rubbing my soft tool on his crack. I could still feel his turmoil and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

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

"lap my feet !"I commanded,"I don't want a speck of your Irish bull on them !"

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

"Shut up and start licking my feet,"I shouted once more and raised my leftfield foot a few inch above the weewee level. Tiny patch of cocksucker were stuck between my toes.

He had no alternative. He started licking all the crap off my foundation with his tongue. starting time, the arch then the heel.

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

He obeyed with a thin whine. When he finished with the left hand ft, I stepped out of the bathtub and gave him the early. He did a upright job, I was proud of him.

"Now, fairly my cock !"I yelled.

His knife worked perfectly on my resting pole. Every brown speck was gone in less than a min and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clean my musket ball too.

With both my feet fairly, I walked to the sleeping room, 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 manpower and feet.

I untapped the drainpipe and helped him up.

"I am lightheaded !"he muttered.

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

"Let me clean you, boy, and I promise I will withdraw the sound care of you !"I answered.

I used a sponge to give him a with child rub all over his body. I washed his expression, his hair, his bureau all the way down to his cock and orb, his back and pass. I felt how medium his butthole was after our petty period of play, I was very gruntle cleaning him with my digit. At the same clip, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower door 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 still but nodded and said a couple of thank yous.

After all the cleaning was done, I helped him out of the bathing tub as he was feeling imperfect and we walked to the chamber holding bridge player. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana and a sports drink, these would realise him feel better.

We spent the rest of the day in bed kissing 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 following few week I trained him how to give an enema, how to put in a rectal catheter and how to prepare an enema answer depending on what he wants to reach. We practiced a few times and when we went to the beach on Labor day, we managed to get some fourth dimension away from my married woman and found a fiddling abandon spot where we had a marvelous time.

By the water, I was the victor again but also the receiver of the clyster. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath deep inside me and throw in me with seawater, the consummate solution for a clean and jerk Colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean house water. The last sentence 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 nerve and in his assailable backtalk. I am sure he could only quaff a few apothecaries' ounce but that is better than aught. He thanked me many fourth dimension for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .