I am one of these golden husband who work from nursing home while the wife commutes to the office only to yield home at dinner prison term. But I am not alone. My nephew keeps me good society, we share the same passion for matter I would not dare do with my hard-working former half.

It was a beautiful December day, cold enough to make you desire hitch home…and meet biz just before the vacation. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our little fun prison term. I gave him fill in control to direct and put in position any scenario he thought would precede us to a peachy orgasm.

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

Greg was already naked as he is always when my wife is out of the house. He turned the warming on high and left the elbow room only to pass seconds later holding two of my belted ammunition.

"come closer,"he asked me and I did. He grabbed my balls and pulled them down, then pulled them very surd towards him tying one of the belts around them. He tightened it well, then he fastened the endorsement belt to the end of the first one and tugged hard enough to take a crap me lose my equalizer, 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 second belt around the only 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 belt, this metre it was a lose weight and narrow one my married woman ilk to wear. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my stooge impertinence, then again a duad more times until I moaned with pain.

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

I slowly pulled with all my might and the makeshift buggy started rolling again, my master brimming with joy like a Roman gladiator triumphantly riding his chariot around the Amphitheatrum Flavium. I could palpate the belt liquidity crisis my balls, pulling them hard and with them pulling my punishing dick down and between my thighs.

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

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

Another whipping made me blockade, only this prison term he aimed at my squelch orb. He hit me hard twice, maybe three to a greater extent metre while I kept pulling the chair with him. No admiration my rooster started drooling pre-cum juice leaving a sheeny streak on the hardwood floor.

Then suddenly, in spite of my tremendous effort, the chair was stuck.

"pull !"he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretched orb, he raised his legs and rested his feet on my butt cheeks. I felt his push button adding more tautness to the two bang that linked my balls to the hot seat.

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

I moaned with pain when I managed to extract my sea captain again and realized the wheels of the chair were now on the carpeting making it difficult to roll like before, like a car stuck in mud.

I did my best and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood storey again. Only this metre, my headmaster was pushing hard my buttocks with his metrical foot. By doing so, he must have noticed my asshole was not utilized as it deserved and ordered me to look at him to the lavatory.

We reached our destination through another round of carpet-covered base. He checked the drawer where we keep back our sex toys and puled a little tooshie plug. He made me lick it and he spit on my hole, then pushed the plug in me. He played with my hole various sentence, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big cigarette plug, a present I bought my wife for Valentine's.

It was the physique of a hopeful red bosom with rounded boundary, some 2.5 inches at its widest and almost 2 inch thick and about 4 column inch long. Its aerofoil was covered with silicone but the interior was made of metal to impart it weight. It ended in a metal halo for easy removal.

My boy took a bottle of dead body oil and made sure he squeezed a right quantity of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my pickle and on the red heart-shaped hack. He used his fingers to open up me up ; two, then three, then four, in and out a few clock time spreading the lube. He placed the chaw's tip right on my hole and pushed slowly, then a little harder but I could not take it. He thought a moment and pushed the death chair out of the bathroom and closed the room access catching the whack that tied me to it between the door and the frame. This way, my formal would leave no room for me to wiggle my physical structure following time he pushed the wad inside me.

He started pushing again, gently but firmly.

"push your ass open !"he ordered and I did my comfortably.

While I was thinking there is no way I can take this male plug, he gave another house push and I gasped. The plug was in, my elongate sphincter already starting to hug it with excitement.

"Good ass !"Greg said and smirked.

He tugged on the fire hydrant a bit to bring in sure it was sitting the mighty way. Then with the help of the protruding metal ring, he turned it slowly which made its spotty width butter churn my rectum, then he turned it the other way and made me agitate it out without any success.

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

I pulled my master and his chariot once more to the other end of the star sign. In the kitchen, he searched for a drawstring that he tied around the metal ring protruding out of my ass. He tugged a few metre and each meter the hype 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 understructure on my impudence, and asked me to shoot him to the office.

It was not slow. On the way there, Greg pulled the string a few metre and I felt my guts would shed out either through my asshole or through the mess my ripped balls would leave behind soon.

I was ready to cum. I stopped pulling like a teachable ass, moved back a petty to diminish the tension of the belt and lowered my upper body. Greg was warm to discover and nimble to act.

First off, he jumped off the professorship and kicked it away pulling my balls violently, giving me shivers. Then he knelt right in front of me and held my head with both his work force, each of his decoration on my pinna, his fingerbreadth covering the nape of my neck and his thumbs right next to my nose shoving more than half of his eight hard inches in my mouth. Wanting to please him as a true hard worker, I looked up and saw he had the drawing string to my heart-shaped fire hydrant between his teeth. On the first paroxysm shooting my sperm and while my bastard was at its tightest, my boy shook his forefront 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 nostril with his thumbs, then, when I tried to breathe through the mouth, 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 proficient rub against my cristal's Malus pumila. He started pumping his sperm down my larynx while I gasped for air.

My boy managed to violate me in unlike agency at the same time.

When he had no more manjuice to give way me, he pulled his tool slowly until I felt it pop out of my throat. He milked it a few time to prepare sure I would get the hold out drop and when out of my lip, he slapped me in the case with his tool like saying"I am the boss ”.

While I was still on all quaternary, my boy crawled next to me, took the heart-shaped fireplug and dipped it in the pool of my spermatozoon that I made on the flooring 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 ring ; this sentence, I twitched and was able-bodied to let out a moan.

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

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

First thing I did, I liberated my egg 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 butt chaw out slowly, washed it and stored it in its usual place.

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

Next day, he told me this was a secret plan some officers played with him in jail and sentiment 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 cigaret wad, it was a warden's shaft in my ass. They all loved the way my cheeks rubbed their dick when I crawled ! ”