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

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Rammed at both ends, Sandy's cock exploded with such a violent orgasm that he he awoke suddenly, in his sweat drenched bunk and quickly looked over at his alarm clock and realized that he only had a few minutes to get over to the the tool-shed.

He wondered about the things he'd dreamed about and couldn't understand why he'd been so eager and excited seeing his father's hard cock ... it disturbed him a lot but his cock was unmistakably thrilled with the dream.

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Chapter 4

The hands on the old-time wind-up alarm-clock that stood on the bed-side table seemed to inch forward at a snail's-pace, as Sandy waited for the appointed time to head to the tool-shed.

He was so intent on thinking about his last trip to the dungeon that he'd basically stopped asking himself why he was so excited ... he only knew that he was, and that he had so very much to learn from old man Flemming.

Sandy was so into his memories that he drifted off to sleep. But then he woke with a start and saw that he still had ten minutes to get his ass over to the shed. He climbed out his window ... for real this time ... went down the trellis, and met Josh on the way over. Old man Flemming was waiting for them impatiently inside the darkened shed.

"You two must want me ta be in an angry mood tonight, draggin' yer tails like ya are ... get the hell down in that hole, now!" he said, swatting both of them on their asses with more than just a 'love tap', making them both stumble a bit as they headed down to their appointment with destiny.

Sandy was shaking with gleeful anticipation of this next session with the Master. He was a bit anxious about the presence of Josh, and wondered what role he was going to play in the evening's festivities.

Flemming didn't keep him wondering for very long, but said, to Josh, “Get stripped, dammit! What the hell ya making' me wait fer? Then get yer ass across the horse!” pointing to the fucking-horse off to the side. “And you ... strip to yer shorts and lash his arms and legs down snug so he cain't hurt himself ... during the fun!” he added, to Sandy.

Sandy enjoyed the contact he made with Josh's quivering skin. He found it difficult however, to understand what Josh was feeling. Was he looking forward to a spell on this horse, or was he resentful that Sandy was doing the honor of tying him down, instead of vice-versa? At any rate, Sandy felt his own body responding positively as he fastened their victim to the spanking-horse.

Fleming was suddenly behind the kneeling Sandy, and got a handful of balls as he whispered into the boy's ear, “You ready ta have some fun, boy? Some real fun?” and he squeezed down just a bit too much for comfort. Sandy just nodded and finished binding Josh's legs to the bench, completing the task.

"Now, go over to that wall and choose your instrument of instruction.” Sandy looked over at the wall and saw paddles of various lengths; whips, both single- and multi- stranded; and an assortment of canes, in varying widths. He reached out and chose a paddle, of approximately the same size that Flemming had used to initiate him into the category of spankees.

Returning to stand before Flemming, he started to raise the paddle as if to hand it to the man, but Flemming grabbed it out of his hand and snarled, “You been thinkin' you was gonna be my li'l helper here tonight, ain'tcha, boy? You picked this paddle cuz ya wanted Josh here ta suffer from it, didn't ya?” and his other hand lashed out to again grab the boy's balls roughly and tightly, tugging down on them at the same time.

"Now, you listen up good here. I want you to give him a nice well-aimed slap on each cheek. Make sure you swing hard and fast and hit the target. You do this right and we'll get this stud off in just a few swats ... if you don't do it right, you may do too much damage before he can enjoy our efforts," Flemming instructed, then adding, to Josh, "You ready down there, Stud?”

"Yes, Sir! Please let me have it good, Sir!" Josh answered.

Flemming nodded to Sandy, who was about to explode with excitement as he rapidly brought the paddle down on Josh's right ass-cheek, and then, as quickly as he could, followed up with another nerve-stimulating whack on the other cheek. Josh's body tensed in preparation for the lung-splitting scream he then let loose, and began thrashing wildly in response to Sandy's unbridled and over-enthusiastic treatment of his ass. Sandy's pre-cum was spotting his shorts and in his young life, he'd never before felt so alive. He looked to Flemming, hoping for another nod, telling him to continue.

"Hold on, you idiot!” Flemming screamed at Sandy. "What the hell do you think you're doing? This isn't Burger King! You're not making hamburger-meat! This is an art form, a dance, a slow seduction into the delicious hell of BDSM. You must make each swat as if it were your masterpiece! Now begin again, and do it right this time!"

“Yes, Master! I'm sorry, Master! Sorry, Josh! I'll do better this time!” Sandy said, falling all over himself with contrition, feeling the impact of Flemming's harsh and appropriately critical words, as if from a bull-whip. “Master, please guide me the next time, so I can learn the right way to do this,” he added, with total sincerity, while looking Flemming in the eyes.

"Ass-hole, you don't apologize to your victim! Josh deserves what he gets. Now, I want you to swing that paddle as if your life depended on it! Flatten his ass cheek until it looks like a pancake. And then, as I did with you, humiliate him further, by demanding that he respond with some inane parrot-like expression. Go to it, boy!" Flemming instructed his novice.

Sandy nodded, and turning to Josh, said, “After each stroke, boy, you tell Mr Flemming 'Thank You, Mr Flemming, Sir! May the other boy here please give me another, Sir?' Ya got that, boy?” and he waited for an affirmative response from Josh.

"The 'other boy'? No, no, no... When you are being disciplined you call the man with the paddle in his hand, 'Sir!" not 'boy!' Got that, wimp?" Flemming said to Josh, then, turning toward Sandy, said, “Sir, please proceed."

“Sir, Yes, Sir!” Sandy acknowledged the correction, and then to Josh said, “After each stroke, boy, you tell me 'Thank You, Sir! May I have another, Sir?' Ya got that, boy?” He then looked to Flemming for approval of this revised version of the instructions, hoping he'd gotten it right this time.

"Let me see you sting that butt ... give it to him so hard that his dentures go flying out of his putrid mouth. Hit him hard and hit him fast!" Flemming said, with spittle flying into Sandy's face.

Sandy nodded to his mentor once, respectfully, and without a lengthy wind-up, slammed the wooden paddle into Josh's ass, as hard as he could, getting the right cheek in the process. The reaction from Josh was nearly blood-curdling, as he almost immediately burst into song, screaming his lungs out ... and forgetting to say the words he'd been ordered to say, once his yelling had ceased, due to the pain.

"Not bad, my man! Look how you helped Josh discover that he's a living being. I'll bet right now he wishes he weren't, but wishing won't do him any good at all, because it is inevitable that within seconds his other cheek is going to be smarting just as bad as this nice red one. Please continue, Sir!" Flemming said, sadistically.

Sandy grinned and nodded, once, and again without prologue or preface, slammed the paddle into the left cheek at least as hard as he'd just done with the right one. And, monotonously enough, Josh was unable to come up with a witty response, but instead, repeated his last enthusiastic screaming, followed, again, by his forgetting to say the words he'd been told to say by Sandy, at the beginning of this session.

"Josh, you disappoint me ... I thought you'd do better than that!" Sandy said, as he moved his hands over Josh' s hairy but very smooth-to-the-touch, red and sensitive butt-cheeks.

"I'm afraid that you failed to impress upon your victim the absolute necessity of obedience," said Flemming. "So, let's see if I can' t help you. Please, step over here," Flemming said, and then with one hand lowered Sandy's shorts and quickly connected two leads, one to each testicle. "If he should fail you again, I'll have to apply a bit of current to your balls! Now, get back to the task at hand!"

Sandy jumped at the feel of the sharp clamps biting into his tender scrotal flesh, but didn't yell out, fearing the unknown consequences, and once Flemming was done with him, he turned to Josh, and grabbed his balls in a very tight, slowly constricting grip, and when Josh began showing signs of extreme duress a few seconds later, Sandy asked him, “What are you supposed to say after I let you have this paddle each time, boy? And why haven't you been saying it? Answers ... NOW, boy!”, and he squeezed down even harder to make his point.

Josh was having problems breathing, from the nut-pain, but managed to repeat the words he'd been instructed to say each time, and then said, “Sir, I forgot to say them cuz I was hurtin' so bad, Sir!”

"I don't need your lame excuses! They won't prevent me from having my balls fried! So, unless you want me to hit you so hard your bladder empties, you'd better follow my instructions. I swear to you, you fail me and I will not fail to make you regret it!" Sandy said, somewhat apprehensively, wondering if he'd been set up by the other two...

Maintaining his pain-inducing grip on Josh's balls, and torquing down a just bit more, he let the boy's right cheek again feel the paddle, lower down his ass than the last whack. And while Josh regaled the two of them with his singing skills, Sandy started to give his balls a bit more effort, so that when Josh was finally done with his outburst, he said the magic words, not forgetting a single one. Sandy looked at Flemming for input, hoping not to get his nuts zapped.

Flemming moved towards Sandy and put his one hand on his shoulder and the other slipped down into his underwear and explored his crack until one of his fingers found his butt hole and began finger fucking him. "I like to reward my masters-in-training when they do things just right. Does this feel good?” and Sandy nodded, enthusiastically, then he continued, “Well, if you like this, I have a bigger reward waiting for you ... just show me that you can dominate the Johnny-Rebel you have there," Flemming said, delighting in his double-domination.

Sandy wanted what Flemming was offering, badly, so just as soon as Flemming had moved from the projected arc of the paddle, he let Johnny-Reb's left-cheek have a really hard and fast whack, and squeezed down good at the same time. Josh did not disappoint, but gave another excellent rendition of his by-now-famous scream-and-jerk, followed by a very, very nice recitation of his special words afterwards, for which Sandy gave his nuts a little extra pressure as a reward, and then looked, again, to Flemming for input.

"I think your victim needs a little reward ... why don't you put that nasty seven-and-a-half-inch cock of yours up his butt and give him a treat, for saving your nuts..."

Sandy, not willing to cheat Josh out of a well-earned reward, quickly penetrated the willing ass and worked his dick all the way up into Josh's rectum, when he felt the electrical-current hit his nuts, and his whole body stiffened ... Josh screamed, and they both began to spew man-milk, Josh's splattering onto the floor and Sandy's filling Josh's innards, which served as a lubricant to help him ease out of the prone man-boy.

Josh continued to writhe from the aftershocks of the powerful nut he'd just busted, and Sandy felt weak and drained ... he'd have liked to take a nap, in fact ... but Flemming was just hitting his stride, and the exercise was just beginning. Sandy was just conscious and alert enough to still be very interested in what would come next for the three of them. He wasn't left wondering for long.

“You boys have just been havin' a great time, but the Master of Ceremonies is standin' here, feelin' unloved as all get out!” Flemming said, sarcastically, and moved to a position in front of Josh's head, with his legs spread wide apart. “Make my cock nice and hard, boy!” he said to Josh, pulling his head up by the hair to position it properly, and then, turning to Sandy, he said, “And you suck on my nuts for me, real nice, while he does, boy!” Sandy got himself in position, and both young men hurriedly slurped in the objects of their desires, working very hard to please the Master of this dungeon, who, clearly, was enjoying the two-pronged attack very much, indeed.

To be continued...

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Posted: 10/19/07