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

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“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.

 Chapter 5

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Flemming continued to enjoy the feel of the two wet tongues servicing his genitals. It was always so enjoyable when he was able to make good use of more than just one hard-bodied ranch-hand, and this was no exception. He grabbed hold of Josh's head and held it still while he moved his hips back and forth. 'Sandy's gonna have a hard time keeping up with his job back there, sucking on my balls, but that's fine with me ... maybe the kid'll earn himself some hard-time for screwing things up!' he thought hopefully, smiling to himself.

Sandy grabbed on to old man Flemming's legs and was surprised by the feel of them.  Although hairy, they felt smooth, firm and hot.  He began moving his palms up and down his legs.  On the up-stroke, he moved his hands all the way up to Flemming's ass-cheeks, which were smooth like a babe's, round like basketballs and ever so firm. In a couple of seconds, everything that Sandy believed about older men began to crumble in his mind, as his new experience shattered his prejudices. He made damn sure he gave this Man's balls all they had coming to them, and didn't let them slip from his mouth once, despite Flemming's thrusting in and out of Josh's mouth.

Sandy was feeling intoxicated by the aroma of testosterone and began to hum, so as to vibrate Flemming's balls and drive him wild with desires he'd possibly never before felt. Louder and louder, changing pitch up and down, laving the balls with his tongue in a never-ending cycle of adoration and affection, he continued, hearing Flemming grunting his approval ... but whether it was for Josh's talented mouth, or for his own fledgling talents, he couldn't be sure.

Josh, for his part, loved the feel of a cock down his throat.  Whenever his air would be cut off, he would begin to panic, but when the air would rush into his lungs again, it made him feel more alive each time. Sometimes, he felt as if the only thing he was really confident and competent at was pleasing a Man ... like Flemming ... and he tried as hard as any man has ever tried anything, to do the very best job possible for his employer, every chance he was given. He was also curious about Sandy, as he had never been with a guy his own age before, and being spanked and controlled by Sandy was a real turn on ... something he did not expect.

Sandy was able to hear the sounds that Josh was making, and he was totally turned on by them ... his gasps for breath (when Flemming would pull out enough for that to happen), his own attempts at humming (started right after Sandy had started to hum) and the occasional choking and gagging sounds when Flemming would thrust particularly hard and deep into his mouth and down his throat ... it was so fascinating to the newbie, and his cock's hardness was living proof of it. 

Suddenly, it occurred to Sandy, of his own accord, to begin sucking on Josh's balls, so he moved over to the younger man, who was still strapped down on the wooden horse, and put his face between his thighs and lapped at Josh's manhood. He first licked up and down the boy's hard cock, taking care to get the delicate and sensitive frenum, and then licked back down to the dangling and defenseless balls hanging there, sucking them both into his mouth in one loud and energetic slurp, which made Josh's body jerk wildly for a moment, which caused Flemming to moan happily. 

Don Flemming moved around to behind Josh and began lubricating his dick in preparation for a final assault.  He pushed Sandy's head aside, so as to plant his flag and make his claim for what he considered his own property.

Sandy wasted no time in getting back on the job, taking care of the old Man's balls while he got ready to assail the boy's tight fuck-hole for him ... he felt it was the very least he could do, as the Man was teaching him so very much here in his dungeon. Slowly, he moved  higher and higher, tasting old man Flemming's balls, his perineum and then, moving up, his ass crack.  The sensation was incredible as he moved beyond the limits of the taboo and slurped the Dominant's rectal-lips, delighting in the feeling of his anal hairs and Manly scent. To say he was intoxicated would be, in fact, gross understatement, as he was now, properly speaking, utterly stoned on testosterone, sweat and pheromones ... effectively mindless, but for the primal urge to please this Man and his private-most appendages and places.

But then the devil entered his heart ... and it occurred to Sandy to get up and, just as Flemming had penetrated Josh without Josh' s consent, that he, too, should vanquish the conquerer, and make himself the alpha-wolf of the Bar-No-SX Ranch.

It was an ill-advised thought on the part of the boy, and Flemming was always delighted to allow such thoughts grow, only to brutally squash them down, permanently ... he couldn't have possibly hoped for this to happen so quickly with the boy, however, and was almost bursting with enthusiasm at the thought of what he'd have to do to the boy for such impertinence.

However, Flemming, who'd never been a submissive to anyone, was not prepared for the new sensations traversing his body, as Sandy began to penetrate him so deeply, that his highly-guarded internal dam burst, and he metamorphized into a shrinking violet as Sandy had his way with him. He moaned loudly, at first trying to pull away and stop the intrusion, but with Sandy's seemingly native-intuition about things Dominant, he was powerless to do anything other than acquiesce to the waves of pleasure intermingled with the occasional sharp spikes of pain, and in only a few thrusts, Sandy had claimed his biggest prize ever ... the Dungeon Master himself.

Josh wondered why Flemming seemed to be getting heavier, but he was unaware that he was participating in a three-way fuck-fest.

Sandy rammed hard into Flemming's butt-cheeks.  He had no concern for Flemming's discomfort ... he was wreaking his revenge on the man who had belittled his father so often in front of the other hands, and worse, in front of his wife and kids.  But now it was Sandy's turn to screw the screw-driver, and he was determined to nail him with the heaviest hammer-blows that his young penis could withstand, as he mercilessly pounded the hard task-master's virgin butt-hole.

Flemming had taken great pleasure in deflowering youngsters under his 'care' before, but being long-dicked by anyone, let alone a kid like Sandy ... well, it simply could not be borne ... but it was feeling so good, he felt like he wanted it to go on forever, despite the small discomforts it brought to his steadily-battered fuck-chute, and if there were doubts, his loud moans and rearward thrusts would provide ample proof that this Man was in heaven ... sub-heaven, to be precise.

Thus began the transformation of a Man, who, at one time, considered himself to be an exclusive top, into ... well, into someone who was not so exclusively a top. 

Sandy increased the speed of his pelvic thrusts and occasionally (and unintentionally) hit Flemming's prostate gland.  Even Josh knew when Sandy made contact with his pleasure-nut, because Flemming would halt his own thrusts, and then his cock would expand and give off so much heat that Josh feared being  ripped asunder. He continued the hard fucking until he was satisfied that Flemming was being satisfied, and until he was almost ready to blow his wad up the dungeon Master's ass.

Flemming suddenly realized that his opportunities for pleasure had just expanded, as Sandy's staff continued to liberate him from his preconceived notions of his so-called likes and dislikes ... not based on experience, but on solidified roles that one adopts, rather than explores. He was eager, as the boy's extremely intuitive, talented, hard, thick shaft kept hammering away at his love-nut, to try this out with some of the other hard-bodied ranch-hands in future get-togethers ... he had several in mind who, he was sure, could really rock his world, as they were older and more mature than Sandy ... not to mention, hung much larger.

But he was unaware of just how much Sandy was going to exercise his options as Alpha-male.  Flemming thought to himself, 'My wants and likes have suddenly and miraculously been expanded ... will this new Master, who has taken control of me, now permit me free access to the other members of the pack?'

Sandy was already formulating his plans for Flemming's future, and while he wasn't thinking in any depth, or too far into the future, he did have some exciting mental images of some of the very large-built and masculine ranch-hands having a fun time with the old Man.

But now, it was time to make another bold move ... so, he roughly pulled his penis out of Flemming's hole and ordered Flemming to pull out of Josh.  He, then quickly untied Josh and had Flemming assume the position over the wooden horse.

Sandy was not sure about whether Josh actually craved, and maybe even needed, Flemming's domination, or whether he was simply forced to endure it ... but a chance to find out for sure was simply too good to pass up, so he said to Josh, “Tie him down good, boy, and then give him a nice, long, pre-fuck paddling ... I wanna see you drill this Man, long, hard, and deep!” to which Josh smiled, and he nodded ... once.

Swat!  "Count off, old man, or I'll have to start over, just like a very special Master taught me!"  Josh said, winking at Sandy, who was now manipulating his balls.

Flemming was roaring his outraged indignation, thinking it was bad enough being punked by this ... punk ... kid, but to have to endure an adolescent paddling was the height of unacceptability ... on the other hand, cooperation might end it sooner and the old Man had no cards to play in this scene ... “One, Sir! Thank You, Sir! May I have another one, Sir?” he said, formulaically, feeling like a child as he did so.

Sandy, who had released Josh' s testicles in order to give him room to swing, quickly regrabbed his globes and pulled him into a deep wet kiss, which caused Josh to moan and swoon.  Sandy then moved himself over towards Flemming's head, again released Josh's nuts so that he could proceed, as he himself injected his man-made hypodermic-phallus into Flemming's dribbling mouth.

Sandy pulled out of his mouth as Josh released another nerve-tingling wallop to Flemming's reddened ass, this time with a great deal more oomph, and the old Man jerked so hard it looked like he might actually break the leather restraints ... his screaming was long-lasting and loud, almost pathetic ... almost ... but he was no one's fool, and finished up by adding the prescribed slave-mantra of, “Two, Sir! Thank You, Sir! May I have another one, Sir?” to Josh's grinning delight.

Flemming gagged as Sandy pushed his penis back into his orifice, not even giving the lout a chance to catch his breath.  This role-reversal was really tuning Sandy on, and he could see by Josh's stiffy that he was enjoying it as well.

"I hope you don' t mind sleeping here in the tool shed, Flemming, since I'll be moving into your house.  Of course, you could always join me there, if Josh doesn't satisfy your need to be whupped properly.  Now, Josh, let me see you pork this pig-ass,"  Sandy said, and then moved in position behind Josh in order to lay his claim, by shoving his flag-pole into Josh's recently-vacated ass-hole.

Josh accepted the excited intruder with a surprised grunt, but retaliated on Flemming's ass with gusto, the SMACK! resounding off the dungeon walls, almost immediately replaced by the agonized wails  and tormented screams of the new student on campus, who again, once finished with his sound-effects, self-preservingly yelled out, “THREE, SIR!!! Thank You, SIR!!! May I please have another one, SIR!!!” and Sandy maintained a steady fucking of Josh's ass the whole while.

Flemming never imagined being a bottom could be so stimulating.  He never considered himself to be a handsome or attractive man, but now having these two young man have their way with him made him feel desired and therefore attractive. 

One of Josh's long-held fantasies was being fulfilled.  Since he'd arrived at Flemming's ranch, he'd felt attracted to the younger Sandy, and now, feeling him screw his dick up into his rectum was like a dream come true.

Sandy was feeling very good, fucking the young Man's ass like this, and he'd felt even better deflowering and mastering Flemming in his own dungeon ... the thoughts of what he had in mind for the old Man made his cock swell with pride and anticipation, and he unconsciously picked up the tempo of his ass-plundering, which was noticed by Josh and transmitted, appropriately enough, to Flemming's ever-increasingly tenderized fuck-hole.

The three were linked by their sausages.  As Sandy pushed deep into Josh's assuaged asshole Josh reacted by pushing back and squeezing his sphincter mussels (eat your heart out, you obsessive-compulsive spellers!  I can do it because I am an author, and as such, I am licensed to misspell as I see fit!).  Flemming, feeling Josh's movements, also responded by squeezing his rectal muscles (see, I do "no" how to spell it!) which sent such a nice pleasure-pang into his massive cock, that a titillating tsunami traveled all the way back up to Sandy's beach-head.

The pleasure-centers of all three were doomed to betray them, and finally did so, with a cacophony of roars, screams and assorted other outbursts, making the dungeon sound more like a meeting hall for Valkyries, Sirens and Whirling Dervishes than a social setting for depraved gents seeking forbidden passions ... they took their time completing this triad of orgasms, and were absolutely exhausted by the time it was finally and completely finished.

Sandy withdrew his fuck-machine from Josh's abused garage and let the last droplets of his cum-juice, freshly-squeezed, splatter on his rounded and castigated globes, using his protein-laden lubricant to soothe Josh's raw skin.

Josh moaned as the sting of the briny cum hit his brain, mortifying his bruised glutes, while also acting as an antiseptic ... although all Josh felt was the stinging.

Once Josh withdrew his cannon from Flemming's portal, and untied his former master, Flemming suggested that they follow him into the adjoining room, where there was a shower.  Sandy allowed Flemming's unsolicited suggestion, but ordered, “You wash down Josh while Josh attends to washing me."  Sandy was surprised to feel Josh's finger up his ass, attempting to purify it, but also taking advantage of the opportunity to explore Sandy's attractive butt.

Once in the shower, Sandy felt it was his responsibility to maintain his new, and somewhat tentative, hold on Flemming, so he said, “Get on your knees, Flemming, and serve from there ... you've no business standing as an equal with free Men!” and he gave the old Man's balls a lightning-fast and vicious backhand to make his point crystal-clear, gratified immediately by the resulting shriek and collapse of the former Master of this dungeon, as he fell to his knees before Sandy and, once the waves of agonized nausea passed, begged for forgiveness.

Both younger men, backed their asses into Flemming's face and he rotated, licking each clean and exploring their love-chutes moving his tongue as far into each as he could manage.  He was probably the most surprised, at his age, to find himself erect again so soon, but as fate would have it, he wasn't going to be allowed to satisfy his new urge, not that night anyway.

To be continued...

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Posted: 10/26/07

Dear Readers: Please cut and paste and send to the authors, so that they may better serve you all in the future!

(  ) I enjoy the deep philosophical underpinnings of this parable.

(  ) I was moved by the metaphysical analogy between Flemming representing the status quo of a complacent government and the growing unity of third-world nations in their global concern over the warming of the planet.

(  ) Forget the political critique and get back to the pure sex for which you are both are famous. Love your other stories on Nifty.

(  ) I prefer to read more about cowboys out on the range where the buffalo roam.

(  ) I can't answer this poll because my hands are covered with Vaseline and I don't want to mess up the keyboard.

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