I am one of these lucky husbands who work from home while the wife commutes to the office staff only to retort home at dinner prison term. But I am not alone. My nephew keep me good company, we parcel the same passion for things I would not presume do with my hard-working other half.

It was a beautiful Dec day, cold enough to constitute you need check home…and flirt games just before the holidays. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our little fun time. I gave him terminated ascendency to head and put in seat any scenario he thought would take us to a great orgasm.

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

Greg was already raw as he is always when my wife is out of the house. He turned the warming on high and left the room only to fall seconds later holding two of my rap.

"Come closer,"he asked me and I did. He grabbed my Lucille Ball 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 indorse rap to the end of the first one and tugged hard decent to make me recede my remainder, then he said,"Follow me !"

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

"On all four-spot !"he commanded and pushed me down. I complied.

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

He went back and brought another whack, this time it was a thin and narrow one my married woman the likes of to weary. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my butt face, then again a couple more times until I moaned with pain.

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

I slowly pulled with all my might and the stopgap roadster started rolling again, my schoolmaster brimming with joy like a Roman prizefighter triumphantly riding his chariot around the Colosseum. I could find the belt hug my balls, pulling them heavy and with them pulling my hard cock down and between my second joint.

He whipped me a few Thomas More times and each prison term the belt left rosy bell ringer on my skin.

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

Another whipping made me stop, only this metre he aimed at my slosh balls. He hit me hard twice, maybe three more times while I kept pulling the chair with him. No wonder my peter started drooling pre-cum juices leaving a shining bar on the hardwood floor.

Then suddenly, in venom of my fantastic sweat, the chair was stuck.

"Pull !"he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretched clump, he raised his legs and rested his animal foot on my butt face. I felt his push adding more tension to the two belts that linked my balls to the chair.

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

I moaned with painfulness when I managed to pull my headmaster again and realized the wheels of the chair were now on the carpet making it difficult to roll up like before, like a car stuck in mud.

I did my best and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood trading floor again. Only this time, my master was pushing hard my buttocks with his understructure. By doing so, he must take noticed my arsehole was not utilised as it deserved and ordered me to accept him to the lav.

We reached our destination through another rung of carpet-covered floors. He checked the drawer where we observe our sex plaything and puled a piffling butt chew. He made me lick it and he spit on my maw, then pushed the hack in me. He played with my hole respective times, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big butt plug, a present I bought my wife for Valentine's.

It was the shape of a brilliant red heart with fill out edges, some 2.5 column inch at its widest and almost 2 column inch thick and about 4 inches long. Its surface was covered with silicone but the interior was made of metal to give it weight. It ended in a alloy mob for well-situated removal.

My boy took a bottle of torso oil and made sure he squeezed a dear quantity of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my gob and on the red heart-shaped fire hydrant. He used his fingers to open up 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 fix and pushed slowly, then a little harder but I could not take it. He thought a second and pushed the chair out of the lavatory and closed the door catching the rap that tied me to it between the doorway and the human body. This way, my ball would leave no room for me to wiggle my body next meter he pushed the plug inside me.

He started pushing again, gently but firmly.

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

While I was thinking there is no way I can withdraw this plug, he gave another firm push and I gasped. The fireplug was in, my stretched sphincter already starting to hug it with excitement.

"Good ass !"Greg said and smirked.

He tugged on the sparking plug a bit to make indisputable it was sitting the correct way. Then with the help of the protruding metal ring, he turned it slowly which made its spotty breadth churn my rectum, then he turned it the other way and made me push it out without any success.

"get me to the kitchen, Equus asinus !"he asked.

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

He sat on the electric chair again, his invertebrate foot on my brass, and asked me to choose him to the office.

It was not well-off. On the way there, Greg pulled the string a few time and I felt my gut would talk out either through my SOB or through the hole my rive balls would leave soon.

I was ready to cum. I stopped pulling like a docile ass, moved back a little to fall the tension of the rap and lowered my upper body. Greg was quick to notice and agile to act.

low off, he jumped off the death chair and kicked it away pulling my chunk violently, giving me shivers. Then he knelt right in front of me and held my point with both his hands, each of his palms on my ears, his digit covering the scruff of my cervix and his thumbs right next to my horn in shoving more than than half of his eight hard inches in my mouth. Wanting to delight him as a on-key slave, I looked up and saw he had the string to my heart-shaped fireplug between his dentition. On the first convulsion shooting my spermatozoon and while my asshole was at its tightest, my boy shook his top dog back and up pulling the plug out of my trembling orifice.

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

I swallowed his thickness and I am sure this is what his peter needed, a good rub against my Adam's apple. He started pumping his spermatozoon down my larynx while I gasped for air.

My boy managed to infract me in different ways at the same time.

When he had no more manjuice to pass on me, he pulled his stopcock slowly until I felt it pop out of my throat. He milked it a few times to make sure I would get the concluding drop and when out of my sassing, he slapped me in the typeface with his prick like saying"I am the boss ”.

While I was still on all four, my boy crawled side by side to me, took the heart-shaped plug and dipped it in the pool of my spermatozoon that I made on the floor below me. Without anything to say, he placed its tip right on my aching maw and pushed it halfway in. Once again, I had no prospect to react when he swiftly pushed it past my anal retentive closed chain ; this prison term, I twitched and was able to let out a moan.

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

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

First thing I did, I liberated my balls that had turned purple. I put everything back where they belonged and wiped the floor. After all was done and while taking a shower bath, I pulled my butt hack out slowly, washed it and stored it in its usual place.

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

Next day, he told me this was a plot some officeholder played with him in pokey and thought process I would like it.

I did not like it, I loved it !

"But,"I asked,"you had butt plugs in jail ?"

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