I am one of these lucky husbands who work from home while the wife commutes to the office only to return home at dinner time. But I am not alone. My nephew keeps me good company, we share the same passion for things I would not dare do with my hard-working other half.

It was a beautiful December day, cold enough to make you want stay home…and play games just before the holidays. So, right after the wife left, Greg and I started our little fun time. I gave him complete control to direct and put in place any scenario he thought would lead us to a great orgasm.

“I want you to do your best,” I said taking off my bathrobe and revealing my hard-on, “show me what you can come up with!”

Greg was already naked as he is always when my wife is out of the house. He turned the heating on high and left the room only to return seconds later holding two of my belts.

“Come closer,” he asked me and I did. He grabbed my balls and pulled them down, then pulled them very hard towards him tying one of the belts around them. He tightened it well, then he fastened the second belt to the end of the first one and tugged hard enough to make me lose my balance, 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 time it was a thin and narrow one my wife likes to wear. Greg folded it and swiftly whipped my butt cheeks, then again a couple more times until I moaned with pain.

“Shut up and keep 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 Colosseum. I could feel the belt squeeze my balls, pulling them hard and with them pulling my hard cock down and between my thighs.

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

“Please,” I managed to mumble, “enough…”

Another whipping made me stop, only this time he aimed at my squished balls. He hit me hard twice, maybe three more times while I kept pulling the chair with him. No wonder my cock started drooling pre-cum juices leaving a shiny 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 balls, he raised his legs and rested his feet on my butt cheeks. I felt his push adding more tension to the two belts that linked my balls to the chair.

“Pull!” he shouted again and whipped my back.

I moaned with pain when I managed to pull my master again and realized the wheels of the chair were now on the carpet 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 floor again. Only this time, my master was pushing hard my buttocks with his feet. By doing so, he must have noticed my asshole was not utilized as it deserved and ordered me to take him to the bathroom.

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

It was the shape of a bright red heart with rounded edges, some 2.5 inches at its widest and almost 2 inches thick and about 4 inches long. Its surface was covered with silicone but the inside was made of metal to give it weight. It ended in a metal ring for easy removal.

My boy took a bottle of body oil and made sure he squeezed a good quantity of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my hole and on the red heart-shaped plug. He used his fingers to open me up; two, then three, then four, in and out a few times spreading the lube. He placed the plug’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 chair out of the bathroom and closed the door catching the belt that tied me to it between the door and the frame. This way, my balls would leave no room for me to wiggle my body next time he pushed the plug inside me.

He started pushing again, gently but firmly.

“Push your ass open!” he ordered and I did my best.

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

“Good ass!” Greg said and smirked.

He tugged on the plug a bit to make sure it was sitting the right way. Then with the help of the protruding metal ring, he turned it slowly which made its uneven width churn my rectum, then he turned it the other way and made me push it out without any success.

“Take me to the kitchen, donkey!” he asked.

I pulled my master and his chariot once more to the other end of the house. In the kitchen, he searched for a string that he tied around the metal ring protruding out of my ass. He tugged a few times and each time the plug 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 feet on my cheeks, and asked me to take him to the office.

It was not easy. On the way there, Greg pulled the string a few times and I felt my guts would spill out either through my asshole or through the hole my ripped balls would leave soon.

I was ready to cum. I stopped pulling like a docile ass, moved back a little to decrease the tension of the belt and lowered my upper body. Greg was quick to notice and quicker to act.

First off, he jumped off the chair 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 hands, each of his palms on my ears, his fingers 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 slave, I looked up and saw he had the string to my heart-shaped plug between his teeth. On the first convulsion shooting my sperm and while my asshole was at its tightest, my boy shook his head 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 nostrils 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 cock needed, a good rub against my Adam’s apple. He started pumping his sperm down my larynx while I gasped for air.

My boy managed to violate me in different ways at the same time.

When he had no more manjuice to give me, he pulled his cock slowly until I felt it pop out of my throat. He milked it a few times to make sure I would get the last drop and when out of my mouth, he slapped me in the face with his tool like saying “I am the boss”.

While I was still on all fours, my boy crawled next to me, took the heart-shaped plug and dipped it in the pool of my sperm that I made on the floor 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 react when he swiftly pushed it past my anal ring; this time, I twitched and was able to let out a moan.

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

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

First thing I did, I liberated my balls 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 plug 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 game some officers played with him in jail and thought 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 butt plug, it was a warden’s cock in my ass. They all loved the way my cheeks rubbed their cocks when I crawled!”

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