It was one of those rainy summer mean solar day you just don't want to go forth the star sign. I did not want to work either, so I called sick and stayed in bed snoozing for one more hour. 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 idea. And I did get some !

The wife was out of town visiting a retirement with her religious friend for three days. I was stuck in the house while my 26 twelvemonth old nephew ( who got out of pokey a few calendar month ago and was unable to get a job ) was sleeping in his natal day suit of clothes in the guest way. 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 mood for some fun and given the state of affairs, I took the pair of handcuffs I use when having sex with my married woman and went in the guy's room quietly. He was deeply asleep, it would be well-fixed to surprise him. I handcuffed his correctly wrist to his left mortise joint and his left radiocarpal joint to his right ankle. Then I lay next to him spooning like a considerate master.

I love my pardner, I never call them"servants"or"slaves ”, this is degrading. I call them"boys ”.

An hour later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a slight groggy but, to my centre, a handsome green-eyed young man willing to function me.

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

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

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

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

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

I never ever have my boys wear collars like brute, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their hairsbreadth or their bollock and run them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond hair and pulled him hard enough to make him confess and fall off the bed.

"semen handsome !"I said and he managed to take the air on all fours to the bathroom. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneeling with his typeface right on the cold bathtub floor, his header toward the sloping English while his ass right where the drain pickle was under the showerhead. The handcuffs did not give up much flexibility.

I sat right on the aslant side and slid all the way down until my balls reached the top of his head. I grabbed his hair again and pulled his psyche up, then down on my gruelling cock. I could tell he enjoyed this forced blowjob, gagging only a few times. I smacked his facial expression with my cock and even managed to compress some of my pre-cum right hand into his centre before engaging in another round of suction and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable position for him since his neck opening had to bend all the way back to arrive at my cock and then stretch to look at it in. With his wrist joint handcuffed to his ankle joint, my boy was unacceptable to fend for 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 head gently on the bathtub flooring and stood up. He never said a parole, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his question and leaned over his book binding, then I spit my right palm and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my veracious index 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 good of bull. I am going to do all the oeuvre for you, son !"and turned the piddle on. I let it run to reach a well-situated temperature, took my wife's clyster bucket and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was mighty under it and filled with water.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was in good order under the showerhead and the enema bucket. I dropped a bar of Georgia home boy in the bucket that was full with water now. Then, I licked the enema nozzle and let some spit on his crack while I pulled his brass again. His pinko jam was a dream.

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 inches and turned the lilliputian valve on. The warm soapy piss started filling his bowels ; he was in nirvana. I slowly twisted the pipe and aimed at his prostate gland while gently shaking it at the same clip. The fond piddle flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the constant alteration of pressure. My boy was enjoying every moment and I did too as a true up master can only desire the honorable 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 hammer and slowly pulled the tube off his asshole. I then plugged his mother fucker with my cock and rode him doggie way. He tightened his cheeks many meter and made my cock really try hard to get in his cubby man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a lowly amount of the enema leaked off his colon. Soon, the enema liquid turned dark brown but I kept fucking him taking reward of the increased lubrication the fulsome body of water gave me.

When my boy arched his back and moaned like a wounded creature, I understood he could not assume it anymore. I pulled my peter and set his hole free. Within seconds, he doused my cock and balls with a jet of warm brown liquid and pieces of shit. I tapped the drainage to bar all the stuff coming out of his soundbox from going down. My boy could not control his trap anymore ; it remained open for a few seconds blowing"raspberries"and revealing the pink tissue 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 diddly-squat inside you ! Let me clean you thoroughly once Sir Thomas More !"and I pushed the clyster nozzle in his ass, a piddling deeper this time. The enema solution was now secure. It takes time for soap to unloose its broad potential of its constituent ; glycerine soap is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a good cleaning of his intestine.

After a couple of minutes or so when his Aspinwall was filled with soapy water, his pickle started acting up having trouble keeping the root in. It would open and eject some liquid to decrease the pressure and close a split second later as my boy was trying hard to operate 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 outflow but also decreased the menstruation of the enema solvent as my rooster partially blocked the clyster tube. Still, more of the soapy material 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 easing 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 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 stopcock all the way in to varnish the gamey hole.

The magic started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my pole, one time squeezing me like a tight baseball mitt, the following pulling me deeply ; failed attempt after failed attempt, his Costa Rican colon muscle contraction kept massaging my cock as he could not evacuate his contents ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the rotten material, no way to move, no way to hightail it since my weightiness kept me inside him. I was so well-chosen to obtain this boy's gift. I felt honored. I shot my sperm cell in him with such force, it felt I would smart him.

Nothing lasts forever and soon my boy's jam managed to spread all-encompassing than my prick while I was still in him. He strained so hard that his inner pink tissue unfolded out of his hole and wrapped around my tool like an inch-wide pink ring. He also let a stream of brownness liquid run on my half-exposed shaft of light and down my balls.

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

I slowly pulled out and once more, a jet of shitty liquidity splashed all over my cock and balls, brown droplets flying all over the office. My boy was short of breath, he arched his spinal column and with a loud moan he shot another brown river off his inside.

I was very quenched with his performance, I could not wish for a in force guy to play with. I knew he reached the break stop and would suit my lasting humiliation partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juices, I was stroking his spine and cheeks and rubbing my soft cock on his shot. I could still finger his exhilaration and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one whole step so to straddle his headland. His hair and human face were soaked in the stinky piss, it was maybe a distich of inch deep now.

"slug my substructure !"I commanded,"I don't want a speck of your whoreson on them !"

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

"Shut up and start licking my feet,"I shouted once Sir Thomas More and raised my left invertebrate foot a few inch above the water level. bantam musical composition of diddley were stuck between my toes.

He had no alternative. He started licking all the crap off my foot with his tongue. First, 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 slender whimper. When he finished with the allow for foot, I stepped out of the bathtub and gave him the other. He did a good job, I was proud of him.

"Now, cleanse my hammer !"I yelled.

His tongue worked perfectly on my resting pole. Every brown pinpoint was gone in LE than a minute and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clear my balls too.

With both my feet 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 grateful to me for releasing his hands and feet.

I untapped the drainpipe and helped him up.

"I am vertiginous !"he muttered.

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

"Let me clean you, boy, and I promise I will rent the best aid of you !"I answered.

I used a sponge to give him a great rub all over his body. I washed his boldness, his whisker, his chest all the way down to his cock and balls, his back and crack. I felt how sensitive his butthole was after our small bid, I was very gentle cleaning him with my finger's breadth. At the same time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower door that was spritzed with his waste.

During the cleaning summons, I used encourage terminology like,"Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man !"He was rather silent but nodded and said a couple of thank yous.

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

We spent the rest 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 calendar week I trained him how to give an enema, how to insert a rectal catheter and how to get up an clyster solution depending on what he wants to achieve. We practiced a few fourth dimension and when we went to the beach on Labour Party day, we managed to get some time away from my wife and found a picayune abandon spot where we had a wonderful time.

By the water, I was the lord again but also the pass catcher of the clyster. Greg masterfully managed to infix the cath deep inside me and shoot me with saltwater, the sodding root for a clean colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled clean water. The finally time he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few inches above his brass, then I let go on his face and in his open mouth. I am sure he could only gulp a few ounces but that is break than nothing. He thanked me many times for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .