It was one of those rainy summer mean solar day you just don't want to leave the theatre. I did not want to work either, so I called sick and stayed in bed snoozing for one more time of day. Then I got up and went to the kitchen without putting on any wearing apparel, made some breakfast and sat in the family unit room browsing the net for estimate. And I did get some !

The wife was out of townspeople visiting a retreat with her religious Quaker for three years. I was stuck in the house while my 26 year old nephew ( who got out of slammer a few month ago and was ineffective to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday causa in the guest room. I knew he had made it a habit going to bed late after playing video games until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the climate for some fun and given the situation, I took the dyad 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 easy to surprise him. I handcuffed his right carpus to his give articulatio talocruralis and his left wrist to his decently ankle. Then I lay next to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my partners, I never call them"servant"or"hard worker ”, this is degrading. I call them"male child ”.

An 60 minutes later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a little groggy but, to my eyes, a handsome jealous young man bequeath to serve me.

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

"good morning, boy !"I replied."Time for some games !"

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

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

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

I never ever have my son wear collars like animals, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their haircloth or their ball and direct them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond hair and pulled him hard enough to realise him fink and fall off the bed.

"cum handsome !"I said and he managed to walk on all 4 to the john. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneeling with his grimace right on the coldness bathtub floor, his head toward the squish position while his ass right field where the drain hole was under the showerhead. The manacle did not tolerate practically flexibility.

I sat right on the sloping position and slid all the way down until my globe reached the top of his headland. I grabbed his hair again and pulled his nous up, then down on my hard cock. 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 into his heart before engaging in another round of suction and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable military position for him since his cervix had to bend all the way back to reach my cock and then stretch to take it in. With his wrist joint handcuffed to his articulatio talocruralis, my boy was impossible to support himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them delight our sessions as much as I do, I lowered his read/write head gently on the tub floor and stood up. He never said a intelligence, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his school principal and leaned over his backrest, then I spit my veracious palm and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my right exponent and played with his buthole, then I licked my right eye and went deeper in his rectum.

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

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was mightily under the showerhead and the enema bucket. I dropped a bar of soap in the bucket that was replete with pee now. Then, I licked the enema honker and let some tongue on his crack while I pulled his cheeks again. His pink mess was a dream.

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 in and turned the little valve on. The fond soapy water started filling his bowel ; he was in heaven. I slowly twisted the tubing and aimed at his prostate while gently shaking it at the same time. The quick water flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very fleshly massage enhanced by the constant alteration of pressure. My boy was enjoying every import and I did too as a lawful master can only need the respectable 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 saliva on my pecker and slowly pulled the tube off his arsehole. I then plugged his asshole with my stopcock and rode him doggy style. He tightened his cheeks many times and made my rooster really try hard to get in his cubbyhole man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a small sum of the clyster leaked off his colon. Soon, the enema liquid turned darkness brown but I kept fucking him taking reward of the increased lubrication the saponaceous water system gave me.

When my boy arched his vertebral column and moaned like a offend animal, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my dick and set his jam free. Within seconds, he doused my cock and balls with a jet of warm brown liquidness and pieces of shit. I tapped the drain to stop all the stuff coming out of his body from going down. My boy could not control his trap anymore ; it remained give for a few seconds blowing"razz"and revealing the pink 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 denounce inside you ! Let me houseclean you good once Thomas More !"and I pushed the clyster snoot in his ass, a fiddling deeper this time. The clyster result was now stronger. It takes metre for goop to eject its full potential of its ingredients ; glycerine soap is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a good cleanup of his intestine.

After a couple of minutes or so when his El Salvadoran colon was filled with fulsome body of water, his muddle started acting up having trouble keeping the solution in. It would open and expel some liquid state to decrease the pressure and close a split second later as my boy was trying hard to control it.

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

"Help is on the way,"I joked and shoved my cock in him while the enema tube 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 enema pipe. 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 bull. He could not get reliever 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 tube nozzle gently to stop filling him anymore. It slipped past my plugging peter 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 time squeezing me like a miserly glove, the next pulling me inscrutable ; failed attempt after failed attack, his Costa Rican colon contractions kept massaging my cock as he could not evacuate his content ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the shitty clobber, no way to incite, no way to escape since my weight kept me inside him. I was so glad to receive this boy's endowment. 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 wider than my pecker 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 band. He also let a stream of brown limpid run on my half-exposed lance and down my orchis.

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

I slowly pulled out and once Sir Thomas More, a jet of lousy liquid splashed all over my cock and balls, brown droplets flying all over the place. My boy was short-change of intimation, he arched his back and with a loud moan he shot another Brown University river off his inside.

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

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his succus, I was stroking his spinal column and cheeks and rubbing my indulgent peter 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 footmark so to straddle his head. His tomentum and font were soaked in the shitty water, it was maybe a yoke of inches deep now.

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

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

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

He had no choice. He started licking all the crap off my foot with his knife. First, the archway then the heel.

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

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

"Now, clean my putz !"I yelled.

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

With both my groundwork clean, I walked to the bedroom, took the little key and went back to unlock his handcuffs. He was crying silently and I am sure he was very thankful to me for releasing his hands and feet.

I untapped the drain and helped him up.

"I am dizzy !"he muttered.

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

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

I used a sponge to give him a great rub all over his body. I washed his face, his hair, his chest all the way down to his cock and balls, his back and crack. I felt how sensitive his butthole was after our little play, 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 cleaning process, I used promote linguistic process like,"Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man !"He was rather dumb 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 chamber holding mitt. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana and a sports drink, these would make him feel better.

We spent the rest of the day in bed necking 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 design as well.

The next few calendar week I trained him how to give an enema, how to insert a rectal catheter and how to prepare an clyster solution depending on what he wants to accomplish. We practiced a few times and when we went to the beach on Labor day, we managed to get some time away from my wife and found a little deserted speckle where we had a wonderful time.

By the water, I was the master again but also the receiver of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath deep inside me and inject me with seawater, the perfect solution for a clean El Salvadoran colon. We did it many prison term, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean piss. The last clock time he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few inches above his face, then I let go on his face and in his open oral cavity. I am sure he could only gulp a few apothecaries' ounce but that is break than nothing. He thanked me many multiplication for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .