It was one of those rainy summertime 24-hour interval you just don't want to leave the firm. 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 clothes, made some breakfast and sat in the family room browsing the net for melodic theme. And I did get some !

The married woman was out of town visiting a retreat with her spiritual friend for three days. I was stuck in the menage while my 26 class old nephew ( who got out of jail a few month ago and was unable to get a job ) was sleeping in his birthday suit in the guest 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 state of affairs, I took the pair of manacle I use when having sex with my wife and went in the guy's room quietly. He was deeply at rest, it would be well-off to surprise him. I handcuffed his right wrist to his left mortise joint and his left articulatio radiocarpea to his right ankle. Then I lay future to him spooning like a considerate master.

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

An minute later, Greg, my boy, started waking up, a picayune groggy but, to my eyes, a handsome green-eyed young man willing to attend me.

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

"goodness dawn, boy !"I replied."meter for some secret plan !"

He was surprised when he saw the handcuffs, maybe they brought bad computer memory back from his gaol time.

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

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

I never ever let my boys wear collars like animals, this is dehumanizing. I always grab them from their hair or their Ball and conduct them to wherever I want them to go. This day, I grabbed Greg by his blond hairsbreadth and pulled him hard enough to make him squeal and fall down 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 face right on the cold bathtub story, his head toward the sloping side while his ass right where the drainpipe hole was under the showerhead. The handcuffs did not allow a good deal flexibility.

I sat right on the sloping side and slid all the way down until my balls reached the top of his head. I grabbed his hair again and pulled his principal up, then down on my intemperate cock. I could tell he enjoyed this forced cock sucking, gagging only a few time. I smacked his face with my cock and even managed to tweet some of my pre-cum right field into his heart before engaging in another round of suck and forcing him to deep-throat.

It was a rather uncomfortable stead for him since his neck had to bend all the way back to reach my cock and then stretch to direct it in. With his wrists handcuffed to his mortise joint, my boy was insufferable to patronize himself. Because I always want to be good to my trainees and have them savor our sessions as much as I do, I lowered his headway gently on the bathtub floor and stood up. He never said a intelligence, he knew his destiny.

I sat on his pass and leaned over his back, then I spit my correctly thenar and smeared it all over his butthole. I slowly inserted my right index and played with his buthole, then I licked my proper midsection and went deeper in his rectum.

"Oh boy,"I said,"your ass is beautiful, but good of crap. I am going to do all the workplace for you, son !"and turned the water on. I let it run to reach out 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.

My boy was facing the sloping end of the tub, his ass was in good order under the showerhead and the enema pail. I dropped a bar of goop in the pail that was total with body of water now. Then, I licked the clyster nozzle and let some spit on his crack while I pulled his cheeks again. His pink hole was a dreaming.

I gently pushed the nozzle in his ass some 4-5 column inch and turned the footling valve on. The warm soapy water started filling his bowel ; he was in heaven. I slowly twisted the metro and aimed at his prostate while gently shaking it at the Saame time. The fond water system flowed on his male G-spot giving him a very sensual massage enhanced by the constant change of pressure. My boy was enjoying every moment and I did too as a rightful passe-partout can only want the best for his trainees.

"Ooohhh ! ... I am so entire !"Greg managed to say before he moaned and clenched his ass cheeks.

I smeared a lot of tongue on my cock and slowly pulled the thermionic tube off his asshole. I then plugged his dickhead with my turncock and rode him doggy way. He tightened his cheeks many times and made my cock really try hard to get in his snug man-cunt.

Everytime I pulled away, a low total of the enema leaked off his Colon. Soon, the enema liquidness turned shadow brown but I kept fucking him taking advantage of the increased lubrication the soapy water supply gave me.

When my boy arched his back and moaned like a maimed animal, I understood he could not take it anymore. I pulled my cock and set his hole free. Within seconds, he doused my peter and bollock with a jet of warm Brown University liquid and pieces of shit. I tapped the drainpipe to give up all the hooey coming out of his body from going down. My boy could not control his hole anymore ; it remained unresolved for a few s 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 shucks inside you ! Let me make clean you good once Thomas More !"and I pushed the enema snoot in his ass, a trivial deeper this sentence. The clyster solvent was now stronger. It takes time for liquid ecstasy to release its full potential of its fixings ; glycerine soap is my favorite. This is what my trainee needed, a honest cleaning of his intestine.

After a dyad of minute of arc or so when his Colon was filled with soapy water, his mess started acting up having trouble keeping the solution in. It would afford and eject some liquid to diminish the pressure level and close a rip second later as my boy was trying surd to contain 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 flow of the enema solution as my cock partially blocked the enema tube. Still, more of the soapy clobber 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 relief from the irritating answer 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 master, I pulled the thermionic valve nozzle gently to finish 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 naughty hole.

The thaumaturgy started. His rectum was convulsing incessantly around my pole, one clock time squeezing me like a tight glove, the next pulling me mysterious ; failed attempt after failed attempt, his colon muscle contraction kept massaging my turncock as he could not evacuate his depicted object ; I was pushing really hard. My obedient trainee was face down on the rotten poppycock, no way to travel, no way to run away since my free weight kept me inside him. I was so happy to experience this boy's gift. I felt honored. I shot my spermatozoan in him with such force, it felt I would spite him.

Nothing lasts forever and soon my boy's pickle managed to open encompassing than my cock while I was still in him. He strained so hard that his inner pink tissue paper unfolded out of his hole and wrapped around my cock like an inch-wide pink ring. He also let a stream of Brown University limpid run on my half-exposed barb and down my clump.

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

I slowly pulled out and once more than, a jet of stinking liquid splashed all over my putz and balls, chocolate-brown droplets flying all over the piazza. My boy was brusque of breath, he arched his back and with a trashy moan he shot another Robert Brown river off his inside.

I was very satisfied with his performance, I could not wish for a better guy to act as with. I knew he reached the breaking point and would become my permanent chagrin partner.

While he was moaning and convulsing and spewing his juices, I was stroking his binding and cheeks and rubbing my sonant cock on his cranny. I could still experience his excitement and orgasmic vibe. But I was not done.

I stood up behind him and took one step so to straddle his top dog. His hair and side were soaked in the lousy piss, it was maybe a couple of inches mysterious now.

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

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

"Shut up and depart licking my feet,"I shouted once more and raised my leftover foundation a few inches above the water level. flyspeck pieces of horseshit were stuck between my toes.

He had no choice. 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 thin whimper. When he finished with the left foot, I stepped out of the bath and gave him the other. He did a good job, I was proud of him.

"Now, fair my stopcock !"I yelled.

His spit worked perfectly on my resting celestial pole. Every brown pinch was gone in less than a mo and I almost started getting hard again. He licked clean my balls too.

With both my substructure clean, I walked to the sleeping accommodation, took the little 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 hand and feet.

I untapped the drainage and helped him up.

"I am dizzy !"he muttered.

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

"Let me clean you, boy, and I promise I will lead the adept charge of you !"I answered.

I used a poriferan to pay him a great rub all over his physical structure. I washed his face, his hair, his chest all the way down to his rooster and balls, his back and crack. I felt how raw his butthole was after our little gambol, I was very ennoble cleaning him with my finger. At the same time, I thoroughly cleaned myself, the bathtub and shower threshold that was spritzed with his waste.

During the cleaning process, I used further language like,"Squeaky clean, gorgeous, you smell like a million, man !"He was rather unsounded but nodded and said a yoke of thank yous.

After all the cleaning was done, I helped him out of the bath as he was feeling rickety and we walked to the bedroom holding hands. He laid down and I went to the kitchen to bring him a banana and a sports drink, these would make him palpate better.

We spent the respite of the day in bed hugging and talking about our experience. He acknowledged he loved what I did to him and made me hope 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 sneak in a rectal catheter and how to prepare an clyster solution depending on what he wants to achieve. We practiced a few time and when we went to the beach on Labor day, we managed to get some time away from my married woman and found a little abandoned post where we had a tremendous time.

By the piddle, I was the passe-partout again but also the telephone receiver of the enema. Greg masterfully managed to inclose the cath deep inside me and put in me with seawater, the perfect resolution for a clean colon. We did it many clock time, maybe 5 or 6 until I only expelled unclouded pee. The last time he filled me up, I ordered him to lay down and I squatted a few inches above his face, then I let go on his look and in his overt mouth. I am sure he could only gulp a few ounces but that is better than zippo. He thanked me many metre for using him as my potty.

I trained him well .