Tool-Shed Memoires
By: Dick Eberhard & ben tover
(© 2007 by the authors)

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The boy wondered why he'd been spared the last stroke, but kept his head about him, and answered Flemming with, "Thank You, Sir, for Your correction of this boy's mistake, Master! It won't touch its privates without Your permission, Master!" and he waited for Flemming to release him . . . or do something else.

Flemming didn't answer, but he did lean toward the boy, squeezed his cock and kissed him on the forehead.

Chapter 2
The Ball-Vise

Sandy laid in bed, waiting anxiously for midnight. He was resting face down, so as not to apply pressure to his ass, which was still smarting from his afternoon disciplinary session with Mr. Flemming, the owner of the ranch where his father worked as foreman.

Although his ass was very sore and tender, he was still feeling the endorphin-rush from the paddling, and his cock was still very excited by his thoughts about what had happened earlier.

He had heard some things about those who were sent to the tool shed, but none of the cowboys who worked on the ranch would tell him what went on in there.  The most he ever got as a response was, “Never you mind! You just try to stay clear of that place for as long as you can, boy.”

He was so antsy, fidgeting and struggling to NOT touch his cock ... but old Man Flemming had forbidden him from jacking off, so, in frustration, he lay there anxiously, very much turned on by the mystery of what might happen later.

Finally, at 11:45 PM, he quietly and adeptly slipped out his bedroom window and, as he had done many times before, shimmied down the trellis, and made his way stealthily toward the tool-shed.

His cock was harder than it had been in a real long time ... he was scared, yeah, but also consumed with curiousity.

When he arrived at the darkened shed, the owner, old man Flemming, as the hands referred to him, was waiting inside, and without so much as a word of greeting, led him to a hidden trap-door in the floor and indicated that Sandy should lead the way down. His stomach rose up into his mouth as he climbed down the rickety ladder.

Sandy was sweating now, and Flemming looked really excited, too, kind of like a little boy on Christmas morning ... Sandy knew that whatever was to happen down there, Flemming would love it ... but it would be a different story for the boy himself, he feared.

There was a very dim light-bulb lit at the base of the ladder, and to his right side was a heavy metal door, locked with a huge padlock.  Sandy's anxieties were rising as the boss came down the ladder.

Within seconds, Flemming had turned on a light which was on a dimmer, and gradually, Sandy began to realize that he was in a sort of sexual playroom or, 'Oh my gawd,' he thought, 'a dungeon!' 

"Strip down to your underwear," the old man barked.

Sandy hurried to comply with the old Man's order, and stripped off in no time, leaving him standing there in just his boxers, shivering in fear and excitement.

"Remember, boy, I could have, and still could, tell your dad about your perversion, so you'd better do as I say!"

"Yes, Sir! I know, Sir, and I'll do as You tell me to do, Sir!” Sandy almost yelled out, forgetting that earlier he'd been calling Flemming 'Master'.

"Now, let me inspect your ass cheeks to see how they are doing,"  Flemming said, as he sat down, and indicated with his finger that Sandy was to turn around and bend over.  He then pulled Sandy's boxers down with one finger, exposing his bright pink globes and began to coat them with a special aloe-balm which he kept for just such special occasions.

The balm was very soothing to Sandy's abused ass, and he wanted Flemming to keep on rubbing it in like he was, for a long time ... but then it was over, and Flemming barked, "Stand up, boy!"

"Turn around and face me!" the older man ordered, and then cuffed Sandy's wrists together in front.  He then lowered the boxers in the front revealing the younger man's stiff cock.  Flemming smiled,  "Quick on the draw, hey, cowboy!" Then the old man said, “Pay attention and learn how this is done,” and grabbed Sandy's penis and planted a kiss on its head.     

"Yes, Sir, I'll pay attention, Sir!" Sandy said, feeling great about having the old Man kissing his cock like he'd done.

Then the old man took the length of Sandy's eight-inch Mastodon-cock and commenced consuming the whole thing until it was deep down his hungry gullet. Sandy thought he might cum right then and there, but the older man was aware of how a younger man's body is easily triggered, so he squeezed it hard at the base as he slowly allowed the boy to retrieve his pistol.

Sandy was shaking, now, from ecstasy, at Flemming's expert attentions to his needy cock, and didn't want the old Man to stop ... but he wasn't in any position to complain at the moment.

"Okay, boy, get down on all fours!" Flemming ordered, as he admired the solid wood that Sandy was sporting.  The owner then took Sandy's testicles from behind and pulled them back between his thighs and slipped them into a vise which kept them locked and held back by his thighs.  Sandy was comfortable enough, but if he tried to raise his torso, it would put horrible pressure on his balls.  Flemming now had the boy feeling completely controlled and dominated, which was his goal before proceeding.

Sandy knew that this get-together could quickly go south, but, still, his cock was iron-hard, and he was still more excited than afraid.

Flemming then moved his chair around in front of Sandy's face, lowered  his pants and underwear and told the boy to begin licking his penis.

Sandy had dreamed of this very thing so many times in his young life ... it had been the subject of many masturbation sessions, and had always pushed him over the edge very well ... but now he was filled with apprehension ... would he do a good enough job? Would Flemming enjoy his efforts? His tongue slipped out and he took his first tentative lick ... and Flemming's cock jumped at the touch.

Sandy wasn't particularly attracted to Flemming ... he would have preferred any one of a number of hands that worked on the ranch ... but now, at long last, he had the taste of a real cock in his mouth, and it was a thousand times better the the imaginary ones (wink) he had tasted mentally.

Flemming had said nothing, which encouraged the boy to take the initiative, and he did so eagerly, licking the man-root up and down the entirety of its thick, swollen shaft, but being careful not to lick Flemming's balls, as he'd not been given orders (or permission) to do so ... yet.

Sandy was awestruck by the texture and by the heat radiating from the older man's staff.  It was firm and solid, yet flexible and velvety,  fully engorged yet pliable.   The taste was nothing like the musky aroma.

The aroma, however, was very intoxicating, and his own extremely needy cock was drooling pre-cum furiously, as he tried hard to both please the old man and to get as much flavor in his mouth and bouquet in his nose as possible, before Flemming had a chance to tell him to stop what he was doing.

"Okay, you have it nice and moist. Now I want you to take just the head inside your mouth and let me move it back and forth while you grasp it with your lips ... and remember, if even one tooth should come into contact with my dick, your balls will be quickly squashed down into pancakes, boy!” Flemming said, with a threatening afterthought.

"Sir, yes, Sir!" the boy said quickly, before engulfing a Man's cock-head in his mouth for the very first time ever. He was extremely careful to keep his teeth away from the throbbing flesh in his mouth, not believing that the old Man was bluffing about smashing his balls if he screwed up.

As Flemming's cock began sliding over the top of Sandy's tongue, Sandy's own cock began to burn with a desire for release, almost as if he need to urinate, but it wasn't his bladder than wanted to be emptied.

His tongue went into overdrive, matching Flemming's movements and amplifying the feelings for the Man's cock-head, his salivary glands excreting amazing amounts of happy spit to help keep the delicious hors d'oeuvre well lubricated.

Occasionally, Flemming's cock poked Sandy's cheek from the inside, but any unpleasantness was quickly canceled out by the unexpected intensity of the pleasure Sandy was experiencing orally.  Sandy had long felt that he was the only person in the world with the stirring of the desires he felt for his fellow cowboys, and was quite relieved to find that someone else shared his perverse attractions, even if he were somewhat older ... at least he had a real, working cock!

Flemming was enjoying this boy's virgin attempts at mouth-pleasing him, and was trying not to smile with pleasure, as the boy needed to be kept as anxious as possible for as long as possible, never knowing when he was doing a good job or not ... but Flemming figured he'd be able to sort the boy out, if he failed to do as he was told, and he looked forward to the inevitable punishments as the lessons progressed.

Flemming began poking the back of Sandy's mouth, now anxious to blow his wad and to see the expression on the naïve boy's face as he discovered the taste of a Man's sweet nectar.

In spite of the fact that Sandy was expecting the inevitable eruption when the first wad of cum exploded into his orifice, he was totally unprepared for the reality of it, and had the impression that Flemming's hose was gushing gallon after gallon of his spunk.  Sandy looked up pleadingly at Flemming, as if begging for further instructions. "Roll it around your tongue, savor its bouquet, and then swallow it completely," Flemming finally ordered.

Sandy more-or-less hummed, "MM-hmm!" to signal his understanding of the order, and swirled and swished the globs of cum around and around in his mouth, and all around the still-hard cock that remained within, finding the flavor to be exciting and in no way unpleasant.

Finally, Flemming withdrew his cock from Sandy's cum-filled mouth and allowed him to swallow his life-seed. "Now stick out your tongue and catch my last cum-pearls,"  Flemming said, as he pumped his cock, much like a farmer urges the milk out of a cow's teat.

Sandy obeyed happily, his tongue extended to receive this gift from the Man who'd taken his oral-virginity, and he hoped that the Man had enjoyed his first efforts as a cocksucker ... and not just because he was afraid of the consequences if he hadn't liked it.

Flemming now wanted to empty the boy's testicles, so as to make him a slave to sexual pleasure.  He therefore had him lay on his side.  His balls were still held in place by the contraption that was locked in place behind his thighs.  Flemming then took hold of an electric vibrator used by the old-time barbers who also gave massage, and strapped it onto the back of his hand, and then grabbed Sandy's penis and began pumping him into a state of frenzy.

Sandy had never felt anything as thrilling and exciting as what Flemming was doing to him at that moment ... he wouldn't last very long before cumming ... and he suddenly worried about waiting for permission to spill his seed.

He wanted so badly to stretch out his legs and torso, but the damn testicle-vise held his nuts firmly in its grip, and the best he could do was try to relax his muscles, and just allow the sensations that Flemming was applying to his penis do the job.

Flemming took his time, dragging out the ecstasy and the torturous wait for the boy, alternating between giving his balls some quality vibrator-time, and then back to the bobbing shaft, sometimes grasping it firmly and sometimes just lightly running his fingers up and down its length, the whole while enjoying the excited performance the boy was putting on as he tried not to rip his own balls off by getting too carried away.

Flemming stopped stimulating the boy, then he continued to bring him to a full orgasm.  Sandy felt what he thought was his soul spew out through his  penis as his prostate throbbed deep within his lower torso.

He'd never, ever had such a powerful orgasm ... he had to fight the urge to stretch out to fully enjoy it, as he knew that his jewels would be promptly ripped off his body the minute he did something that stupid ... but it was really hard, and the orgasm just kept on coming, in wave after explosive wave, driving him nearly mad with pleasure.

Flemming was enjoying milking the boy of his man-juice and continued to fondle his genitals knowing full well that he would soon become hyper sensitive to touch and would soon be begging to be left to rest ... and, by golly, Flemming loved to be begged, and was so looking forward to Sandy´s first pleading yelps.

Sandy was nearly finished with this epoch-making eruption, and he knew how sensitive his cock and balls were right after busting a nut ... he hoped that the old Man would let it be for a while, afterwards, but even more, he hoped he'd handle it well if he didn't let go of it.

Sandy's orgasmic spasms quicky ended, but Flemming continued to apply his vibrating hand to Sandy's proportionately large cock, although it was becoming flaccid.   Sandy's mouth opened in order to express his need to be left alone, but Flemming's expert hand-work soon reversed Sandy's blood-flow and in spite of his wants, his cock was well on the way to full penile-erection again.

Flemming felt quite like an orchestra conductor, directing the boy's unwilling cock to re-inflate, despite its desire to shrivel up in post-coital bliss, and he was very much hoping for a complaint from the boy ... it seemed that he was exceptionally skilled at fielding complaints from willful and disobedient boys, and found it to be work he truly enjoyed doing ... to excess.

Sandy was only too willing to be introduced, as soon as possible, to all the options of Gay-sex.  Years of wondering, imagining, and yearning had prepared him well for this ritual of initiation.  His only desire was to go forward, and the sooner the better.

But at that moment, all he wanted was for Flemming to let go of his ultra-sensitive cock for a while ... and it was getting difficult not to yell out in discomfort.

Flemming was feeling somewhat ambivalent ... on one hand, he wanted to hear the boy cry out for mercy, but on the other, it was the first time that his sex-partner was enjoying the experience as much as himself.  He just didn't know what to make of his own feelings.

Sandy was reaching a breaking point ... the old Man wouldn't let go of his too-tender cock, and he was about to explode in pain, and would probably beg the old guy to let go of him ... despite the danger to himself if he did.

When all of a sudden, Flemming himself began to shoot again, and as the spasms of orgasm went through him like an earthquake, he himself began to whimper.

Simultaneously, Sandy crossed the point of no return and finally yelled out in anguish, "Master, PLEASE STOP!!! It hurts so much, Master!!!" and his writhing increased as he awaited his certain punishment for being disobedient.

His plea was the cherry on the top of the ice cream sundae, which made Flemming's pleasure just that much more fulfilling.  Surprised by intense emotions, that he'd not experienced for decades, he collapsed on top of the naked youth and began covering his tingling skin with caresses and kisses.

Sandy continued pleading with Flemming, begging him to release his cock, but even with the hugs and kisses he was giving the boy, he'd maintained a stranglehold on his cock, relentlessly stroking it and pulling on it, seemingly delighted with the boy's desperate begging.

Sandy went into what seemed like an epileptic fit, as his body followed Flemming's lead and he was again transformed into Mount St. Helens, as it erupted into a cosmic-blast, spewing its ash and lava up into outer-space.

Sandy had never felt as much relief as he then felt, both blowing another huge load and feeling Flemming letting go, finally, of his tortured cock.

To be continued...
 

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[authors' note: we have been having a blast writing this together, but YOUR enjoyment is what's really important to us, so PLEASE let us know what You think of this joint-effort, won't You? And ... if You think You know who one or both of the authors is/are, please send us Your guess! - Dick and ben]

Posted: 10/05/07