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

The wife was out of townspeople visiting a retreat with her spiritual friend for three years. I was stuck in the house while my 26 year old nephew ( who got out of jail a few months ago and was unable to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday courtship in the guest elbow room. I knew he had made it a habit going to bed late after playing TV games until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the mood for some fun and given the position, I took the twain of handcuffs I use when having sex with my wife and went in the guy's room quietly. He was deeply asleep, it would be leisurely to surprise him. I handcuffed his the right way wrist to his left ankle and his left wrist to his correctly articulatio talocruralis. Then I lay future to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my partner, I never call them"servants"or"hard worker ”, this is degrading. I call them"boys ”.

An hour later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a little groggy but, to my heart, a handsome green-eyed young man uncoerced to service me.

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

"Good morning, boy !"I replied."Time for some biz !"

He was storm when he saw the handcuffs, maybe they brought bad memory board back from his poky time.

"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 let my boys wear collars like beast, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their hair or their musket ball and draw them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond fuzz and pulled him tough enough to attain him confess and fall off the bed.

"cum handsome !"I said and he managed to take the air on all four-spot to the bathroom. I helped him get in the bathing tub and kneeling with his face right on the frigidity bath flooring, his caput toward the sloping side while his ass right hand where the waste pipe muddle was under the showerhead. The cuff did not take into account often flexibleness.

I sat right on the diagonal face and slid all the way down until my balls reached the top of his head teacher. I grabbed his hair again and pulled his promontory up, then down on my hard rooster. I could tell he enjoyed this force blowjob, gagging only a few clip. I smacked his face with my turncock and even managed to squeeze some of my pre-cum rightfield into his eyes before engaging in another unit of ammunition of suck 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 reach 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 expert to my trainees and have them relish our sessions as much as I do, I lowered his brain gently on the bathtub floor and stood up. He never said a word, 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 index and played with his buthole, then I licked my aright middle and went deeper in his rectum.

"Oh boy,"I said,"your ass is beautiful, but full of crap. I am going to do all the work for you, son !"and turned the water on. I let it run to reach a well-off temperature, took my wife's enema bucket and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was right under it and filled with weewee.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was right under the showerhead and the enema bucket. I dropped a bar of soap in the bucket that was full with piddle now. Then, I licked the enema schnozzle and let some spit on his crack while I pulled his cheeks again. His garden pink pickle was a dreaming.

I gently pushed the snout in his ass some 4-5 in and turned the little valve on. The warm soapy piss started filling his bowels ; he was in heaven. I slowly twisted the thermionic tube and aimed at his prostate while gently shaking it at the Saami clock time. The warm water flowed on his virile G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the unvarying change of press. My boy was enjoying every consequence and I did too as a true victor can only want the best 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 vacuum tube off his cocksucker. I then plugged his asshole with my rooster and rode him doggie stylus. He tightened his cheeks many times and made my cock really try hard to get in his snug man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a small sum of the enema leaked off his Colon. Soon, the enema liquid turned sorry brown but I kept fucking him taking advantage of the increased lubrication the soapy pee gave me.

When my boy arched his back and moaned like a spite animal, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my dick and set his gob free. Within seconds, he doused my dick and balls with a jet of warm John Brown liquid state and composition of turd. I tapped the drain to intercept all the stuff coming out of his body from going down. My boy could not control his hole anymore ; it remained open for a few secondment blowing"raspberries"and revealing the pink tissue of his rectum.

"Uuuunnnnn ... aahh ... uuuunnnnn !"was all he could say when his anatomical sphincter took control.

"My boy,"I said,"you had a lot of tinker's damn inside you ! Let me clean you dear once more !"and I pushed the enema honker in his ass, a slight deeper this time. The enema solution was now stronger. It takes time for liquid ecstasy to discharge its total potential of its ingredients ; glycerin soap is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a good cleansing of his intestine.

After a pair of minutes or so when his El Salvadoran colon was filled with buttery water supply, his hole started acting up having trouble keeping the solution in. It would unfold and eject some liquid to decrease the pressure and close a stock split second later as my boy was trying hard to hold it.

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

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

This way, I not only stopped the outflow but also decreased the menses of the enema root as my cock partially blocked the enema tubing. Still, more of the soapy stuff was going in.

My boy started moving his torso in a wave-like motion and made me palpate like I was riding a horseshit. He could not get relief 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 liberate him. Yet, as a considerate passe-partout, I pulled the tube nozzle gently to stop filling him anymore. It slipped past my plugging cock and as soon as it was out I pushed my prick all the way in to seal off the naughty hole.

The trick started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my perch, one sentence squeezing me like a tight mitt, the next pull me deeper ; failed attempt after failed attempt, his colon contractions kept massaging my peter as he could not evacuate his contents ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the shitty stuff and nonsense, no way to incite, no way to escape since my exercising weight kept me inside him. I was so felicitous to pick up this boy's gift. I felt honored. I shot my spermatozoon in him with such force, it felt I would hurt him.

Nothing lasts forever and soon my boy's pickle managed to open wider than my putz while I was still in him. He strained so hard that his inner pink tissue paper unfolded out of his hole and wrapped around my stopcock like an inch-wide pink ringing. He also let a current of Brown University liquid run on my half-exposed shaft and down my ball.

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

I slowly pulled out and once more than, a jet of shitty liquid splashed all over my shaft and nut, brown droplets flying all over the property. My boy was short of breather, he arched his back and with a loud moan he shot another dark-brown river off his insides.

I was very fulfil with his public presentation, I could not wish for a expert guy to wager with. I knew he reached the breaking degree and would become my permanent humiliation partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juices, I was stroking his dorsum and buttock and rubbing my flabby 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 fountainhead. His hair and look were soaked in the crappy water, it was maybe a twain of column inch cryptic now.

"Lick my feet !"I commanded,"I don't want a speck of your shit on them !"

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

"Shut up and lead off licking my feet,"I shouted once more and raised my left foot a few in above the water level. midget pieces of shit were stuck between my toes.

He had no choice. He started licking all the shite off my metrical unit with his spit. beginning, the arch then the heel.

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

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

"Now, clean my cock !"I yelled.

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

With both my human foot uninfected, I walked to the bedroom, took the small 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 hand and feet.

I untapped the waste pipe and helped him up.

"I am dizzy !"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 get hold of the beneficial care of you !"I answered.

I used a sponge to give him a heavy rub all over his trunk. I washed his facial expression, his whisker, his breast all the way down to his stopcock and Lucille Ball, his back and crack. I felt how spiritualist his butthole was after our small turn, I was very gentle cleaning him with my finger. At the same time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower door that was spritzed with his waste.

During the cleanup process, I used encouraging spoken communication like,"Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man !"He was rather mute 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 faint and we walked to the bedroom holding script. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to wreak him a banana and a sports drink, these would make him sense better.

We spent the rest of the day in bed hugging 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 next few weeks I trained him how to founder an enema, how to insert a rectal catheter and how to prepare an enema solution depending on what he wants to accomplish. We practiced a few times and when we went to the beach on Labour Party day, we managed to get some time away from my wife and found a petty deserted spot where we had a wonderful time.

By the water, I was the master again but also the receiver of the clyster. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath deep inside me and inject me with seawater, the perfect solution for a white Aspinwall. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean water. The last time 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 spread out mouth. I am sure he could only swig a few ounces but that is better than nothing. He thanked me many prison term for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .