I am one of these favourable married man who work from house while the wife commutes to the office only to return nursing home at dinner time. But I am not alone. My nephew sustenance me good company, we share the Same passion for thing I would not dare do with my hard-working other half.

It was a beautiful December day, cold enough to pull in you want stay home…and play biz just before the vacation. So, right after the married woman left, Greg and I started our fiddling fun time. I gave him complete control to organize and put in post any scenario he thought would lead us to a bully sexual climax.

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

Greg was already naked as he is always when my wife is out of the theater. He turned the heat on high and left the room only to return moment later holding two of my rap.

"come closer,"he asked me and I did. He grabbed my balls and pulled them down, then pulled them very hard towards him tying one of the belts around them. He tightened it well, then he fastened the second base smash to the end of the first one and tugged hard decent to score me lose my balance, then he said,"Follow me !"

We went to the office, him ahead of me pulling me by the balls. He knelt down and tied the other end of the second belt around the only leg of the office chair.

"On all IV !"he commanded and pushed me down. I complied.

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

He went back and brought another whack, this fourth dimension it was a reduce and narrow one my wife the like to tire out. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my target impudence, then again a duet more times until I moaned with pain.

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

I slowly pulled with all my might and the makeshift buggy started rolling again, my master brimming with joy like a Roman gladiator triumphantly riding his chariot around the Amphitheatrum Flavium. I could feel the bash squeeze my orb, pulling them hard and with them pulling my hard cock down and between my second joint.

He whipped me a few Thomas More clock time and each time the belt left rosy marks on my skin.

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

Another drubbing made me kibosh, only this meter he aimed at my slop balls. He hit me intemperate twice, maybe three more sentence while I kept pulling the chair with him. No wonder my cock started drooling pre-cum juices leaving a shiny run on the hardwood floor.

Then suddenly, in nastiness of my terrific effort, the chair was stuck.

"Pull !"he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretch testicle, he raised his legs and rested his infantry on my derriere impudence. I felt his push adding more tension to the two belts that linked my Ball to the chair.

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

I moaned with botheration when I managed to deplume my original again and realized the steering wheel of the chair were now on the carpet making it difficult to range like before, like a car stuck in mud.

I did my proficient and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood floor again. Only this time, my overlord was pushing hard my hind end with his human foot. By doing so, he must have noticed my asshole was not utilized as it deserved and ordered me to take him to the lavatory.

We reached our destination through another round of carpet-covered floors. He checked the draftsman where we keep our sex toys and puled a little seat plug. He made me figure out it and he spit on my hole, then pushed the chaw in me. He played with my hole several times, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big posterior plug, a present I bought my married woman for Valentine's.

It was the cast of a brilliant red meat with polish boundary, some 2.5 column inch at its widest and almost 2 column inch dense and about 4 column inch long. Its surface was covered with silicone but the inside was made of metal to give it weight. It ended in a metal ring for easy removal.

My boy took a bottle of body oil and made sure he squeezed a unspoilt measure of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my hole and on the red heart-shaped plug. He used his fingers to give me up ; two, then three, then four, in and out a few fourth dimension spreading the lube. He placed the jade's tip right on my hole and pushed slowly, then a footling harder but I could not take it. He thought a consequence and pushed the professorship out of the bathroom and closed the door catching the bang that tied me to it between the door and the human body. This way, my bollock would pass on no room for me to wiggle my torso side by side clip he pushed the plug inside me.

He started pushing again, gently but firmly.

"thrust your ass open !"he ordered and I did my undecomposed.

While I was thinking there is no way I can take this hoopla, he gave another firm button and I gasped. The stopple 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 certain it was sitting the right way. Then with the aid of the protruding metal anchor ring, he turned it slowly which made its uneven width butter churn my rectum, then he turned it the other way and made me push it out without any success.

"lease me to the kitchen, domestic ass !"he asked.

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

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

It was not easygoing. On the way there, Greg pulled the drawstring a few times and I felt my guts would slop out either through my asshole or through the hole my ripped balls would allow soon.

I was fix to cum. I stopped pulling like a docile ass, moved back a little to decrease the tension of the belt and lowered my upper body. Greg was spry to notice and fast to act.

low gear off, he jumped off the chair and kicked it away pulling my glob violently, giving me shivers. Then he knelt right in front man of me and held my top dog with both his hands, each of his palms on my ears, his finger's breadth covering the nape of my neck and his thumbs right next to my nose shoving more than one-half of his eight arduous inches in my mouth. Wanting to please him as a true slave, I looked up and saw he had the twine to my heart-shaped plug between his dentition. On the first base turmoil shooting my sperm and while my asshole was at its tightest, my boy shook his head teacher back and up pulling the sparking plug out of my trembling orifice.

As this happened quite unexpectedly, I twitched and moaned. Greg grabbed the opportunity and blocked my nostrils with his pollex, then, when I tried to pass off through the oral cavity, instead of air, my lungs pulled his cock down my throat.

I swallowed his heaviness and I am certainly this is what his cock needed, a trade good rub against my hug drug's Malus pumila. He started pumping his spermatozoan down my larynx while I gasped for air.

My boy managed to desecrate me in different ways at the Sami time.

When he had no more manjuice to give me, he pulled his cock slowly until I felt it pop out of my throat. He milked it a few time to make sure as shooting I would get the last dip and when out of my sassing, he slapped me in the face with his pecker like saying"I am the chief ”.

While I was still on all quaternion, my boy crawled next to me, took the cordate stopper and dipped it in the pool of my sperm that I made on the level below me. Without anything to say, he placed its tip right on my aching hole and pushed it halfway in. Once again, I had no luck to react when he swiftly pushed it past my anal ring ; this time, I twitched and was able to let out a groan.

I assume it took me some time to retrieve as I suddenly noticed he was dressed and quick to leave.

"I am going for some last minute of arc shopping, just make for sure you clean everything before auntie is back !"he said.

first matter I did, I liberated my balls that had turned imperial. I put everything back where they belonged and wiped the floor. After all was done and while taking a exhibitor, I pulled my rear nag out slowly, washed it and stored it in its usual place.

Pleased of my boy's onward motion, I went to bed to ask a rest.

Next day, he told me this was a plot some policeman played with him in jail and thinking I would like it.

I did not like it, I loved it !

"But,"I asked,"you had butt nag in gaol ?"

"Oh, no,"he answered,"instead of a hind end wad, it was a warden's cock in my ass. They all loved the way my cheeks rubbed their cocks when I crawled ! ”