It was one of those rainy summer solar day you just don't want to exit the planetary house. I did not desire to work out 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 dress, made some breakfast and sat in the syndicate room browsing the net for melodic theme. And I did get some !

The wife was out of Town visiting a retreat with her religious friend for three days. I was stuck in the house while my 26 yr old nephew ( who got out of pokey a few months ago and was unable to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday courting in the guest room. I knew he had made it a riding habit going to bed late after playing TV games 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 gone, it would be prosperous to surprise him. I handcuffed his right wrist to his leave ankle and his left articulatio radiocarpea to his right mortise joint. Then I lay side by side to him spooning like a considerate master.

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

An hour later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a lilliputian groggy but, to my eyes, a handsome green-eyed offspring man unforced to serve me.

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

"commodity morning, boy !"I replied."Time for some biz !"

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

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

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

I never ever have my boy wear collars like animals, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their haircloth or their clod and guide them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond pilus and pulled him hard enough to make him squeal and settle off the bed.

"come handsome !"I said and he managed to walk on all fours to the bathroom. I helped him get in the bathtub and kneel with his expression right on the frigidity bathtub floor, his head toward the sloped side while his ass rightfield where the waste pipe hole was under the showerhead. The handcuffs did not allow much flexibility.

I sat right on the spill side and slew all the way down until my ballock reached the top of his pass. I grabbed his haircloth again and pulled his caput up, then down on my hard dick. I could tell he enjoyed this thrust blowjob, gagging only a few times. I smacked his face with my prick and even managed to squeeze some of my pre-cum right field into his eyes before engaging in another stave of sucking 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 get to my prick and then stretch to subscribe to it in. With his wrists handcuffed to his ankles, my boy was impossible to digest himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them enjoy our sessions as much as I do, I lowered his head gently on the bathing tub floor and stood up. He never said a word, he knew his destiny.

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

"Oh boy,"I said,"your ass is beautiful, but wax of crap. I am going to do all the work for you, son !"and turned the H2O on. I let it run to strive a comfortable temperature, took my wife's enema bucketful and hung it from the showerhead in such a way so it was rightfield under it and filled with piss.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was right field under the showerhead and the clyster bucket. I dropped a bar of soap in the pail that was good with pee now. Then, I licked the enema nozzle and let some spitting on his crack while I pulled his cheeks again. His pink hole was a ambition.

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 column inch and turned the little valve on. The warm soapy weewee started filling his gut ; he was in Shangri-la. I slowly twisted the tube and aimed at his prostate while gently shaking it at the like time. The ardent pee flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the constant quantity modification of pressure level. My boy was enjoying every import and I did too as a on-key master can only want the practiced for his trainees.

"Ooohhh ! ... I am so wide !"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 SOB with my cock and rode him doggy style. He tightened his cheeks many metre and made my cock really try hard to get in his snug man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a small amount of the enema leaked off his Aspinwall. Soon, the clyster liquid turned dark brown but I kept fucking him taking advantage of the increased lubrication the oily piddle gave me.

When my boy arched his spinal column and moaned like a wound animal, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my dick and set his hole free. Within seconds, he doused my hammer and orb with a jet of quick brown liquid and while of shit. I tapped the drainage to stop all the material coming out of his body from going down. My boy could not control his hole anymore ; it remained give for a few seconds blowing"raspberries"and revealing the knock tissue paper 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 shit inside you ! Let me scavenge you good once more than !"and I pushed the clyster nozzle in his ass, a little deeper this time. The enema solvent was now hard. It takes prison term for soap to put out its replete potential of its factor ; glycerin max is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a salutary cleanup of his intestine.

After a twain of minutes or so when his colon was filled with soapy weewee, his hole started acting up having fuss keeping the solution in. It would open and eject some liquidness to fall the pressure and come together a stock split second later as my boy was trying voiceless to insure it.

"Oh my God,"he said,"I can't grasp it….aaaaahhhh ...."

"help is on the way,"I joked and shoved my turncock in him while the enema metro was still in.

This way, I not only stopped the leak but also decreased the flow of the enema solution as my cock partially blocked the enema tube. Still, more of the soapy stuff was going in.

My boy started moving his torso in a wave-like movement and made me finger like I was riding a bull. He could not get respite from the irritating solution as there was no way to eject 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 unloose him. Yet, as a considerate original, I pulled the tube nozzle gently to break off filling him anymore. It slipped past my plugging cock and as soon as it was out I pushed my cock 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 tight baseball glove, the next pulling me rich ; failed attempt after failed attempt, his colon contractions kept massaging my cock as he could not evacuate his subject ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the rotten stuff, no way to move, no way to escape since my weight kept me inside him. I was so happy to receive this boy's natural endowment. I felt honored. I shot my spermatozoan in him with such force, it felt I would hurt him.

goose egg lasts forever and soon my boy's hole managed to open wider than my peter while I was still in him. He strained so firmly that his inner pink tissue unfolded out of his trap and wrapped around my putz like an inch-wide pink annulus. He also let a watercourse of brown liquid run on my half-exposed shaft and down my balls.

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

I slowly pulled out and once Thomas More, a jet of shitty liquid splashed all over my cock and balls, brown droplets flying all over the lieu. My boy was short of hint, he arched his back and with a loud moan he shot another Brown University river off his interior.

I was very live up to with his performance, I could not wish for a better guy to play with. I knew he reached the breaking distributor point and would go my permanent abasement partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his succus, I was stroking his binding and cheeks and rubbing my cushy cock on his crack. I could still feel his excitement and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one step so to straddle his head. His whisker and face were soaked in the shitty water, it was maybe a span of column inch bass now.

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

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

"Shut up and start licking my animal foot,"I shouted once more and raised my depart foot a few in above the water level. Tiny pieces of bullshit were stuck between my toes.

He had no choice. He started licking all the crap off my foot with his tongue. First, the archway then the heel.

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

He obeyed with a tenuous whimper. When he finished with the pull up stakes foot, I stepped out of the bathtub and gave him the other. He did a full job, I was proud of him.

"Now, clean my cock !"I yelled.

His tongue worked perfectly on my resting rod. Every brown speck was gone in less than a instant and I almost started getting hard again. He licked houseclean my balls too.

With both my feet houseclean, I walked to the sleeping room, took the lilliputian key and went back to unlock his cuff. He was crying silently and I am sure he was very grateful to me for releasing his deal and feet.

I untapped the drain and helped him up.

"I am dizzy !"he muttered.

No dubiety the enema made him recede a lot of his electrolytes and had to arrive at up.

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

I used a sponge to afford him a slap-up rub all over his consistence. I washed his nerve, his hair, his chest all the way down to his cock and testicle, his back and quip. I felt how medium his butthole was after our little play, I was very gentle cleaning him with my finger. At the Saame time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and exhibitor door that was spritzed with his waste.

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

After all the cleaning was done, I helped him out of the tub as he was feeling weak and we walked to the bedchamber holding men. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana tree and a athletics crapulence, these would make him feel better.

We spent the rest of the day in bed smooching 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 plan as well.

The next few weeks I trained him how to give an enema, how to insert a rectal catheter and how to ready an enema answer depending on what he wants to accomplish. We practiced a few times and when we went to the beach on task day, we managed to get some time away from my married woman and found a trivial abandon speckle where we had a marvelous time.

By the water, I was the master again but also the recipient of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to introduce the cath abstruse inside me and throw in me with seawater, the complete solution for a unclouded colon. We did it many times, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled scavenge water. The last-place clip he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few inches above his expression, then I let go on his face and in his open mouth. I am sure he could only swig a few ounces but that is better than nothing. He thanked me many times for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .