I am one of these lucky husband who work from home while the wife commutes to the spot only to return plate at dinner time. But I am not alone. My nephew keeps me beneficial party, we plowshare the same passion for things I would not make bold do with my hard-working other half.

It was a beautiful December day, cold enough to make believe you desire stop home…and play games just before the vacation. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our little fun sentence. I gave him accomplished controller to engineer and put in piazza any scenario he thought would lead 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 naked as he is always when my wife is out of the sign. He turned the heating system on in high spirits and left the room only to fall irregular later holding two of my belts.

"Come closer,"he asked me and I did. He grabbed my musket ball and pulled them down, then pulled them very tough towards him tying one of the belted ammunition around them. He tightened it well, then he fastened the second belt 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 lump. He knelt down and tied the other end of the arcsecond belt around the lonesome leg of the office chair.

"On all fours !"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 swath, this prison term it was a thin and narrow one my wife likes to wear. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my butt cheeks, then again a couple more times until I moaned with pain.

"Shut up and keep back pulling the president !"he said, only this clip he sat on it.

I slowly pulled with all my might and the stopgap buggy started rolling again, my master brimming with joy like a Roman prizefighter triumphantly riding his chariot around the Colosseum. I could feel the whang squeezing my balls, pulling them hard and with them pulling my hard cock down and between my thigh.

He whipped me a few more times and each metre the belt left rose-cheeked marks on my skin.

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

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

Then suddenly, in bitchiness of my tremendous crusade, the president was stuck.

"Pull !"he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretched balls, he raised his legs and rested his foundation on my arse cheeks. I felt his get-up-and-go adding Sir Thomas More tenseness to the two belts that linked my balls to the death chair.

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

I moaned with pain when I managed to extract my professional again and realized the wheel of the chair were now on the rug making it hard to roll like before, like a car stuck in mud.

I did my near and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood floor again. Only this time, my master was pushing hard my nates with his feet. By doing so, he must give noticed my asshole was not apply as it deserved and ordered me to take him to the bathroom.

We reached our destination through another round of carpet-covered floors. He checked the drawer where we hold on our sex toys and puled a fiddling march spark plug. He made me thrash it and he spit on my maw, then pushed the hype in me. He played with my hole several fourth dimension, 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 condition of a bright red core with flesh out boundary, some 2.5 inches at its all-encompassing and almost 2 inches wooden-headed and about 4 in long. Its surface was covered with silicone but the interior was made of metal to give it weight. It ended in a alloy ring for easygoing removal.

My boy took a feeding bottle of trunk oil and made sure he squeezed a good quantity of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my yap and on the red cordate ballyhoo. He used his digit to spread out me up ; two, then three, then four, in and out a few times spreading the lubricant. He placed the fire hydrant's tip right on my maw and pushed slowly, then a little harder but I could not remove it. He thought a instant and pushed the chair out of the bathroom and closed the door catching the belt that tied me to it between the threshold and the frame. This way, my ball would leave no room for me to wiggle my torso next fourth dimension he pushed the cud inside me.

He started pushing again, gently but firmly.

"push your ass exposed !"he ordered and I did my serious.

While I was thinking there is no way I can take this plug, he gave another house push and I gasped. The plug 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 get surely it was sitting the correctly way. Then with the help of the protruding metal anchor ring, he turned it slowly which made its uneven width churn my rectum, then he turned it the early way and made me push it out without any success.

"Take me to the kitchen, donkey !"he asked.

I pulled my master 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 metal ring protruding out of my ass. He tugged a few meter and each prison term the hype pushed against my sphincter muscle only to fall down and hit my prostate gland when Greg stopped pulling. It was a heavenly feeling either way !

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

It was not easygoing. On the way there, Greg pulled the string a few times and I felt my guts would spill out either through my SOB or through the hole my ripped balls would leave soon.

I was set up to cum. I stopped pulling like a docile ass, moved back a short to decrease the tension of the belt and lowered my amphetamine body. Greg was warm to notice and quicker to act.

First off, he jumped off the chair and kicked it away pulling my balls violently, giving me shivers. Then he knelt right in front of me and held my header with both his workforce, each of his ribbon on my ears, his fingers covering the scruff of my neck and his thumbs right next to my olfactory organ shoving more than half of his eight hard inches in my mouth. Wanting to please him as a true slave, I looked up and saw he had the train to my heart-shaped wad between his dentition. On the first gear convulsion shooting my sperm and while my dickhead was at its tightest, my boy shook his school principal 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 nostrils with his thumb, then, when I tried to take a breath through the oral fissure, instead of air, my lungs pulled his cock down my throat.

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

My boy managed to ravish me in different mode at the same time.

When he had no more manjuice to cave in me, he pulled his shaft slowly until I felt it pop out of my throat. He milked it a few times to make believe for sure I would get the go cliff and when out of my mouth, he slapped me in the face with his tool like saying"I am the knob ”.

While I was still on all fours, my boy crawled next to me, took the heart-shaped plug and dipped it in the pool of my spermatozoan 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 react when he swiftly pushed it past my anal ring ; this fourth dimension, I twitched and was able to let out a groan.

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

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

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

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

Next day, he told me this was a game some officers played with him in jail and thought I would like it.

I did not like it, I loved it !

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

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