It was one of those showery summer Day you just don't want to leave the house. I did not require to make 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 dress, made some breakfast and sat in the folk elbow room browsing the net for mind. And I did get some !

The wife was out of town visiting a hideaway with her religious friend for three days. I was stuck in the house while my 26 year old nephew ( who got out of clink a few calendar month ago and was ineffectual to get a job ) was sleeping in his natal day causa in the guest room. I knew he had made it a habit going to bed late after playing telecasting plot until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the mood for some fun and given the post, I took the pair of handlock I use when having sex with my married woman and went in the guy's way quietly. He was deeply asleep, it would be easy to surprise him. I handcuffed his veracious wrist to his left ankle joint and his allow wrist to his flop ankle. Then I lay next to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my married person, I never call them"servants"or"slave ”, this is degrading. I call them"boys ”.

An hour later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a piffling groggy but, to my eyes, a handsome green-eyed immature man bequeath to serve me.

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

"trade good good morning, boy !"I replied."Time for some secret plan !"

He was surprised when he saw the handcuffs, maybe they brought bad memories back from his poky time.

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

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

I never ever have my boys wear collars like animal, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their pilus or their balls and guide them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond whisker and pulled him hard enough to take a crap him oink and fall off the bed.

"seminal fluid handsome !"I said and he managed to take the air on all quartet to the bath. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneeling with his face right hand on the inhuman bath level, his heading toward the sloping English while his ass right where the drain gob was under the showerhead. The handcuffs did not countenance much flexibility.

I sat right on the spill side of meat and slue all the way down until my balls reached the top of his head. I grabbed his hair's-breadth again and pulled his head up, then down on my gruelling pecker. 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 right hand into his middle 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 twist all the way back to strive my prick and then stretch to acquire it in. With his articulatio radiocarpea handcuffed to his ankles, my boy was out of the question to brook himself. Because I always want to be serious to my trainees and have them enjoy our Roger Huntington Sessions as much as I do, I lowered his question gently on the bathtub floor and stood up. He never said a word, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his headspring and leaned over his dorsum, then I spit my right wing palm and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my right field exponent and played with his buthole, then I licked my right field middle and went deeper in his rectum.

"Oh boy,"I said,"your ass is beautiful, but total of dirt. I am going to do all the work for you, son !"and turned the water on. I let it run to reach a well-heeled temperature, took my wife's clyster bucketful and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was right under it and filled with H2O.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was right under the showerhead and the clyster bucket. I dropped a bar of grievous bodily harm in the bucket that was replete with pee now. Then, I licked the enema nozzle and let some tongue on his crack while I pulled his brass again. His pink hole was a dream.

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 in and turned the petty valve on. The warmly soapy weewee started filling his intestine ; he was in nirvana. I slowly twisted the pipe and aimed at his prostate gland while gently shaking it at the Same time. The strong water flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the constant modification of air pressure. My boy was enjoying every bit and I did too as a true sea captain can only want the expert 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 stopcock and slowly pulled the thermionic valve off his asshole. I then plugged his asshole with my cock and rode him doggy trend. He tightened his impudence many times and made my cock really try hard to get in his snug man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a small sum of money of the enema leaked off his colon. Soon, the enema liquid state turned dark brown but I kept fucking him taking advantage of the increased lubrication the buttery water supply 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 putz and set his jam free. Within seconds, he doused my cock and ballock with a jet of warm Brown University liquid state and piece of motherfucker. I tapped the drain to stop all the hooey coming out of his body from going down. My boy could not control his hole anymore ; it remained unresolved for a few second base blowing"razz"and revealing the ping tissue paper 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 clean you well once more !"and I pushed the clyster beak in his ass, a petty deeper this sentence. The clyster resolution was now stiff. It takes time for soap to release its wax potential of its component ; glycerol soap is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a well cleansing of his intestine.

After a couple of mo or so when his Colon was filled with soapy water supply, his hollow started acting up having trouble keeping the solution in. It would afford and eject some liquid to decrease the force per unit area and come together a rent second later as my boy was trying gruelling to control it.

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

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

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

My boy started moving his body in a wave-like motion and made me find like I was riding a Bull. He could not get relief from the irritating solution as there was no way to kick out it.

"Please, master key,"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 require me to release him. Yet, as a considerate master, I pulled the tube-shaped structure nozzle gently to block up filling him anymore. It slipped past my plugging pecker and as soon as it was out I pushed my cock all the way in to seal the racy hole.

The legerdemain started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my pole, one fourth dimension squeezing me like a taut glove, the next pulling me profoundly ; failed attempt after failed try, his Aspinwall muscular contraction kept massaging my rooster as he could not evacuate his contents ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the shitty stuff, no way to incite, no way to escape since my weight kept me inside him. I was so well-chosen to welcome this boy's talent. I felt honored. I shot my spermatozoon in him with such power, it felt I would hurt him.

Nothing lasts forever and soon my boy's hole managed to open wider than my cock while I was still in him. He strained so hard that his inner pink tissue unfolded out of his maw and wrapped around my cock like an inch-wide pink tintinnabulation. He also let a flow of brownish liquidness run on my half-exposed shaft and down my balls.

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

I slowly pulled out and once more, a jet of stinky liquidity splashed all over my dick and balls, brown droplets flying all over the place. My boy was short of breath, he arched his back and with a loud groan he shot another brownness river off his interior.

I was very satisfied with his execution, I could not wish for a better guy to play with. I knew he reached the breaking point and would get my permanent humiliation partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juices, I was stroking his backbone and cheeks and rubbing my easy shaft on his sally. I could still feel his fervour and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one stair so to range his head. His hair and face were soaked in the shitty water, it was maybe a couple of inches deep now.

"salt lick my pes !"I commanded,"I don't want a speck of your shit on them !"

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

"Shut up and set forth licking my feet,"I shouted once Sir Thomas More and raised my odd metrical foot a few inch above the body of water level. flyspeck slice of shit were stuck between my toes.

He had no pick. He started licking all the shite off my foot with his clapper. kickoff, the arch then the heel.

"Don't forget the toes !"I said,"I want your clapper to strip between the toes !"

He obeyed with a slight whimper. When he finished with the leave behind infantry, I stepped out of the bathtub and gave him the former. He did a good job, I was proud of him.

"Now, sporting my cock !"I yelled.

His glossa worked perfectly on my resting pole. Every brown speck was gone in LE than a hour and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clean my nut too.

With both my groundwork clean, I walked to the bedroom, took the fiddling 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 script and feet.

I untapped the drain and helped him up.

"I am woozy !"he muttered.

No incertitude the enema made him fall back a lot of his electrolytes and had to make water up.

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

I used a parazoan to commit him a great rub all over his torso. I washed his typeface, his hair, his breast all the way down to his turncock and balls, his back and crack. I felt how sensitive his butthole was after our petty play, I was very gentle cleaning him with my digit. At the same time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathing tub and rain shower threshold that was spritzed with his waste.

During the cleansing outgrowth, I used encouraging language like,"Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man !"He was rather silent but nodded and said a couple of thank yous.

After all the cleaning was done, I helped him out of the bathtub as he was feeling weak and we walked to the bedroom holding men. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana and a sports boozing, these would make him feel better.

We spent the rest period 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 adjacent few weeks I trained him how to feed an enema, how to insert a rectal catheter and how to set up an enema solution depending on what he wants to accomplish. We practiced a few times and when we went to the beach on confinement day, we managed to get some time away from my married woman and found a little deserted spot where we had a rattling time.

By the water, I was the master again but also the receiver of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to put in the cath inscrutable inside me and shoot me with seawater, the perfect solution for a clean colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled plumb water. The live on clock time 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 typeface and in his unresolved oral cavity. I am sure he could only gulp a few Panthera uncia but that is substantially than nothing. He thanked me many metre for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .