It was one of those showery summer days you just don't want to pull up stakes the household. I did not desire to work either, so I called sick and stayed in bed snoozing for one more minute. Then I got up and went to the kitchen without putting on any apparel, made some breakfast and sat in the family room browsing the net for ideas. And I did get some !

The married woman was out of town visiting a retirement with her spiritual friend for three days. I was stuck in the sign while my 26 twelvemonth old nephew ( who got out of clink a few calendar month ago and was ineffectual to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday courting in the guest elbow room. I knew he had made it a habit going to bed late after playing video biz until maybe 5am ... who knows ...

I was in the mood for some fun and given the situation, I took the pair 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 well-heeled to storm him. I handcuffed his right wrist to his left ankle and his leave alone wrist to his correct ankle joint. Then I lay adjacent to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my mate, I never call them"retainer"or"slaves ”, this is degrading. I call them"son ”.

An hour later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a little groggy but, to my eyes, a handsome overjealous young man willing to attend to me.

"Mmm ... aahh… ”, he mumbled while trying to go but realizing that something was making this impossible. My handcuffs never failed me.

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

He was storm when he saw the handcuffs, maybe they brought bad memories back from his jail fourth dimension.

"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 male child wear collars like beast, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their tomentum or their balls and guide them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blonde hair and pulled him toilsome enough to make him fink and fall off the bed.

"seminal fluid handsome !"I said and he managed to walk on all quatern to the bathroom. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneel with his face right field on the cold tub floor, his head toward the sloping position while his ass right where the waste pipe hole was under the showerhead. The manacle did not leave much flexibility.

I sat right on the sloping side and slither all the way down until my Lucille Ball reached the top of his caput. I grabbed his hair again and pulled his head up, then down on my hard cock. I could tell he enjoyed this forced blowjob, gagging only a few clock time. I smacked his face with my peter and even managed to twitch some of my pre-cum right into his eyes before engaging in another round of sucking and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable locating for him since his neck opening had to bend all the way back to reach my cock and then stretch to take it in. With his articulatio radiocarpea handcuffed to his mortise joint, my boy was impossible to affirm himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them savour our sessions as much as I do, I lowered his head gently on the bathtub trading floor and stood up. He never said a Logos, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his head and leaned over his back, then I spit my right laurel wreath and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my right exponent and played with his buthole, then I licked my right middle and went deeper in his rectum.

"Oh boy,"I said,"your ass is beautiful, but full of poop. I am going to do all the body of work for you, son !"and turned the water on. I let it run to get to a comfortable temperature, took my wife's enema bucket and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was right under it and filled with water supply.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was right under the showerhead and the enema bucket. I dropped a bar of soap in the bucket that was wax with water now. Then, I licked the enema honker and let some spitting on his cranny while I pulled his cheeks again. His pink trap was a ambition.

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 inches and turned the minuscule valve on. The warm soapy pee started filling his bowels ; he was in heaven. I slowly twisted the tube and aimed at his prostate gland while gently shaking it at the same metre. The warm water supply flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the constant change of pressure sensation. My boy was enjoying every bit and I did too as a true master can only want the well 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 spit on my cock and slowly pulled the tube off his asshole. I then plugged his arsehole with my cock and rode him doggy fashion. He tightened his cheeks many times and made my rooster really try hard to get in his close-fitting man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a small amount of money of the clyster leaked off his colon. Soon, the clyster liquidity turned saturnine brown but I kept fucking him taking advantage of the increased lubrication the soapy water gave me.

When my boy arched his cover and moaned like a bruise animal, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my dick and set his fix free. Within seconds, he doused my cock and balls with a jet of warm Brown University 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 hole anymore ; it remained open for a few seconds blowing"raspberries"and revealing the garden pink tissue of his rectum.

"Uuuunnnnn ... aahh ... uuuunnnnn !"was all he could say when his sphincter muscle took control.

"My boy,"I said,"you had a lot of son of a bitch inside you ! Let me clean you good once more !"and I pushed the enema honker in his ass, a niggling deeper this clip. The enema solution was now stronger. It takes clock time for soap to unloosen its wax potential of its component ; glycerine soap is my dearie. This is what my trainee needed, a good cleansing of his intestine.

After a brace of hour or so when his colon was filled with fulsome body of water, his hole started acting up having problem keeping the result in. It would open and eject some liquid to decrease the insistency and close a split second later as my boy was trying laborious to control it.

"Oh my God,"he said,"I can't hold 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 escape but also decreased the flow of the enema result as my cock partially blocked the clyster underground. Still, more of the soapy poppycock was going in.

My boy started moving his torso in a wave-like move and made me feel like I was riding a bull. He could not get backup from the irritating root 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 professional, I pulled the tube nozzle gently to stop filling him anymore. It slipped past my plugging cock and as soon as it was out I pushed my shaft all the way in to seal the blue hole.

The magic started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my pole, one time squeezing me like a pissed mitt, the next pulling me inscrutable ; failed endeavour after failed effort, his colon contraction kept massaging my cock as he could not empty his contentedness ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the shitty stuff, no way to travel, no way to escape since my weight kept me inside him. I was so happy to have this boy's natural 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 give wider than my cock while I was still in him. He strained so severe 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 current of Brown University fluent run on my half-exposed shaft and down my orchis.

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

I slowly pulled out and once more, a jet of icky liquid splashed all over my dick and balls, brown droplets flying all over the situation. My boy was short of breath, he arched his back and with a loud groan he shot another brown river off his insides.

I was very satisfied with his carrying into action, I could not care for a better guy to flirt with. I knew he reached the breaking point and would become my permanent wave humiliation partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juices, I was stroking his back and buttock and rubbing my soft cock on his crack. I could still feel his inflammation and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one step so to range his capitulum. His hair and human face were soaked in the shitty weewee, it was maybe a couple of inches abstruse now.

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

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

"Shut up and start licking my ft,"I shouted once more and raised my left foot a few column inch above the water horizontal surface. Tiny opus of bull were stuck between my toes.

He had no selection. He started licking all the crap off my understructure with his spit. low, the arch then the heel.

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

He obeyed with a cold-shoulder whine. When he finished with the forget foot, I stepped out of the bathing tub and gave him the other. He did a expert job, I was proud of him.

"Now, clear my cock !"I yelled.

His tongue worked perfectly on my resting terminal. Every brown mite was gone in LE than a instant and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clean my balls too.

With both my feet clean, I walked to the bedroom, took the trivial 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 manpower and feet.

I untapped the drain and helped him up.

"I am dizzy !"he muttered.

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

"Let me clean you, boy, and I promise I will hold the beneficial tending of you !"I answered.

I used a parazoan to pay him a great rub all over his eubstance. I washed his face, his haircloth, his chest all the way down to his putz and testis, his cover and crack. I felt how sensitive his butthole was after our little play, I was very easy cleaning him with my finger. At the Lapp time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower door that was spritzed with his waste.

During the cleaning procedure, I used advance speech like,"Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man !"He was rather silent but nodded and said a brace of thank yous.

After all the cleansing was done, I helped him out of the bath as he was feeling weak and we walked to the chamber holding hands. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana and a sports potable, these would make him feel better.

We spent the balance of the day in bed hugging 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 programme as well.

The next few workweek I trained him how to hand an enema, how to insert a rectal catheter and how to prepare an enema solution depending on what he wants to accomplish. We practiced a few prison term and when we went to the beach on Labor day, we managed to get some time away from my wife and found a little desert spot where we had a wonderful time.

By the urine, I was the master again but also the receiver of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to insert the cath thick inside me and inject me with seawater, the utter root for a clean colon. We did it many clock time, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled fairly water. The last time he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few in above his face, then I let go on his grimace and in his open oral fissure. I am sure he could only swig a few snow leopard but that is better than nothing. He thanked me many times for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .