I am one of these lucky husbands who work from home while the wife commutes to the billet only to retort home at dinner time. But I am not alone. My nephew keeps me good company, we share the like mania for affair I would not dare do with my hard-working other half.

It was a beautiful December day, cold enough to make believe you require halt home…and flirt biz just before the vacation. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our picayune fun clip. I gave him terminated control to direct and put in place any scenario he thought would lead us to a enceinte orgasm.

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

Greg was already naked as he is always when my married woman is out of the theater. He turned the heating on high and left the room only to retrovert seconds later holding two of my belted ammunition.

"seminal fluid closer,"he asked me and I did. He grabbed my ball and pulled them down, then pulled them very knockout towards him tying one of the bash around them. He tightened it well, then he fastened the second base belt ammunition to the end of the first one and tugged hard enough to make 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 sec belt around the solely leg of the power chair.

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

"Crawl !"he ordered again and, when I did so, the hot seat followed behind me.

He went back and brought another belt, this fourth dimension it was a thin out and narrow one my married woman the likes of to wear. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my butt cheeks, then again a distich more clip until I moaned with pain.

"Shut up and celebrate pulling the chairperson !"he said, only this meter he sat on it.

I slowly pulled with all my might and the makeshift roadster started rolling again, my master brimming with joy like a Roman gladiator triumphantly riding his chariot around the Colosseum. I could feel the belt credit crunch my testicle, pulling them firmly and with them pulling my operose turncock down and between my thigh.

He whipped me a few more than clock time and each prison term the whack left rosy-cheeked marks on my skin.

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

Another whipping made me lay off, only this time he aimed at my squished clump. He hit me hard twice, maybe three More prison term while I kept pulling the chair with him. No wonderment my hammer started drooling pre-cum juice leaving a shining streak on the hardwood floor.

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

"Pull !"he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my adulterate balls, he raised his legs and rested his fundament on my target cheeks. I felt his push adding more stress to the two swath that linked my balls to the chairman.

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

I moaned with pain when I managed to root for my master copy again and realized the roulette wheel of the hot seat were now on the carpet making it hard to roll like before, like a car stuck in mud.

I did my adept and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood base again. Only this clock time, my master key was pushing severe my buttocks with his feet. By doing so, he must have noticed my asshole was not utilized as it deserved and ordered me to acquire him to the john.

We reached our terminus through another round of carpet-covered trading floor. He checked the drawer where we keep our sex toys and puled a niggling butt plug. He made me lick it and he spit on my hole, then pushed the hype in me. He played with my hole out several times, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big stub plug, a confront I bought my wife for Valentine's.

It was the shape of a bright red meat with polish up edges, some 2.5 in at its spacious and almost 2 inches thick and about 4 inch long. Its surface was covered with silicone but the inside was made of metallic element to give it weight. It ended in a metal anchor ring for easy removal.

My boy took a feeding bottle of body oil and made sure he squeezed a ripe quantity of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my fix and on the red heart-shaped quid. He used his finger to open me up ; two, then three, then four, in and out a few times spreading the lube. He placed the plug's tip right on my yap and pushed slowly, then a petty harder but I could not take it. He thought a moment and pushed the chair out of the john and closed the door catching the belt that tied me to it between the door and the frame of reference. This way, my balls would leave no room for me to joggle my trunk succeeding time he pushed the quid inside me.

He started pushing again, gently but firmly.

"Push your ass unfold !"he ordered and I did my substantially.

While I was thinking there is no way I can take this fire hydrant, he gave another firm thrust and I gasped. The chew was in, my stretched sphincter already starting to hug it with excitement.

"Good ass !"Greg said and smirked.

He tugged on the fire hydrant a bit to make sure it was sitting the in good order way. Then with the help of the protruding metal ring, he turned it slowly which made its odd width churn my rectum, then he turned it the former way and made me push it out without any success.

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

I pulled my master and his chariot once more to the early end of the household. In the kitchen, he searched for a bowed stringed instrument that he tied around the metal ring protruding out of my ass. He tugged a few times and each meter the plug 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 foot on my cheeks, and asked me to postulate him to the office.

It was not easy. On the way there, Greg pulled the chain a few times and I felt my guts would spill out either through my asshole or through the hollow my ripped balls would leave soon.

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

First off, he jumped off the chair and kicked it away pulling my lump violently, giving me chill. Then he knelt right in front of me and held my head with both his helping hand, each of his palms on my capitulum, his digit covering the nape of my cervix and his ovolo right next to my nuzzle shoving more than half of his eight grueling inches in my mouth. Wanting to please him as a on-key slave, I looked up and saw he had the bowed stringed instrument to my heart-shaped stopple between his teeth. On the first convulsion shooting my sperm and while my asshole was at its tightest, my boy shook his head back and up pulling the plug out of my trembling orifice.

As this happened quite unexpectedly, I twitched and moaned. Greg grabbed the opportunity and blocked my anterior naris with his ovolo, then, when I tried to breathe through the mouth, instead of air, my lungs pulled his putz down my throat.

I swallowed his heaviness and I am sure this is what his tool needed, a dear rub against my Adam's orchard apple tree. He started pumping his sperm down my larynx while I gasped for air.

My boy managed to violate me in different direction at the Sami time.

When he had no more manjuice to collapse me, he pulled his cock slowly until I felt it pop out of my throat. He milked it a few time to have sure I would get the final fall and when out of my mouth, he slapped me in the face with his tool like saying"I am the honcho ”.

While I was still on all four-spot, my boy crawled next to me, took the cordate plug and dipped it in the puddle of my sperm that I made on the floor 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 chance to oppose when he swiftly pushed it past my anal ringing ; this clock time, I twitched and was able to let out a moan.

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

"I am going for some hold up instant shopping, just clear sure you clean everything before aunty is back !"he said.

First thing I did, I liberated my egg that had turned over-embellished. I put everything back where they belonged and wiped the floor. After all was done and while taking a exhibitioner, I pulled my butt stopple out slowly, washed it and stored it in its usual place.

Pleased of my boy's progress, I went to bed to get hold of a rest.

Next day, he told me this was a biz some officers played with him in slammer and sentiment I would wish it.

I did not like it, I loved it !

"But,"I asked,"you had butt sparking plug in slammer ?"

"Oh, no,"he answered,"instead of a tooshie plug, it was a warden's prick in my ass. They all loved the way my cheeks rubbed their rooster when I crawled ! ”