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

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"Yes, I find it a lot more appropriate that I should be in here, now that I'm the alpha male," Sandy replied, pleasantly.  "Come on and have some coffee with me ... I want to discuss some ideas that I have for the place,"  Sandy said invitingly to Flemming.

"That would be fine, but one of your ranch hands just went through the main gate. Just thought you might not want to let Mark get away so easy." 

The words were no sooner out of Flemming's cock-sucking mouth than Sandy ran out the door toward the barn to saddle-up one of Flemming' s horses.

Flemming laughed and sat down and began to enjoy Sandy's breakfast.

Chapter 7

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Sandy picked his favorite horse, a bay stallion named “Thunder” (from his extreme moodiness) and started off in search of the escaping Mark, a friend and a Man he did not want to lose, under any circumstances ... but certainly not now, when he was establishing himself as the leader of the pack.

Josh mounted a mare named "Cloud" (from her vague moodiness) and galloped off behind Sandy, who was just ahead on his steed.  When they were just a few yards behind Mark, they both lassoed him and then turned and led the protesting escapee back through the main gate and into the barn...

... where, after they'd stripped him completely, he was quickly secured, his legs and arms outstretched, between two upright support-beams by the horse stalls, despite his very energetic physical resistance and his loud, angry protestations, which both Sandy and Josh, by unspoken, tacit mutual consent, completely ignored.

Completely ignored externally, that is ... but internally, they were delighted by the feeling of power that Mark's protests and pleas incited in them.

Mark, although protesting violently his present predicament (pronounced pre-DICK-a-mint) was also delighted at being the center of attention and was anticipating a wild introduction into Sandy's, Josh's, and Flemming's secret special sport.

His fully erect fuck-tool giving the lie to his verbal abuse and denials, Mark was then gagged with his own kerchief, and then blindfolded with Sandy's, resulting in some extra dance-steps from the hapless naked stud, and it was then that Flemming stepped into the barn, carrying a cup of coffee, and sat down on a hay-bale while giving a smile to Sandy, apparently wanting to simply watch the show.

Sandy walked up to Mark and whispered in his ear, "Do you accept me as your Master, and agree to serve me in all I ask of you, or should I turn you over to the pack, to let them show you where you stand in their pecking order?"

Mark became stock-still at hearing this ultimatum ... his cock stayed very hard, though, as if he were finding both options quite palatable ... and finally nodded his acceptance, slowly and reluctantly (or so it seemed), all the fight leaving his strapping young body as he did so.

Sandy had Josh untie his captive, except for one noose around his neck, and had him go up into the hayloft.  "Sorry guys, no show right now ... but I'm sure you two can find something to keep you busy,"  Sandy said.

Mark was guided to the ladder, and had been up it many times before while working in the barn ... he knew that he was about to be claimed ... marked ... branded ... fucked by his younger but more potent new Master, and he was both excited past imagining and scared silly at the thought of Sandy's hard, hungry cock tearing it's relentless way through his anal defenses.

Once up in the loft, Sandy ordered Matt down onto his knees and pushed his face into his crotch, ordering the hapless youth to start rubbing his face over the cock hidden within.  "You're gonna be given a chance to take care of my cock with your mouth ... if one of your teeth even comes near my skin, you will be putting it under your pillow tonight and waiting for a quarter from the tooth-fairy tonight!” the power-aroused Sandy warned.

Sandy waited, and Mark nodded that he'd be good ... and Sandy removed his kerchief-gag and blindfold, and then dropped his pants, to allow the new cocksucker-to-be unfettered access to the jewels he'd be taught to worship and give all his attention to, during this first training session ... a session Sandy would make sure was a long one.

Looking down at Matt's innocent eyes and naked body really got Sandy excited.  So much so, that he thought his cock would explode from the build up of his cum-pressure ... he was now sporting a raging cock.

Matt's eyes opened wide in shock at the immensity of the dick he was being ordered to service.  He had often had fantasies of having sex with the younger stud, but somehow, they'd never included being on his knees and looking, eye-level, at Sandy's menacing man-meat.

Sandy slowly reached out with both hands to gently guide the young godlet's mouth home to where it belonged, and quietly but firmly said to the Man, “Start with licking it, boy ... get to know how special your Master's cock tastes, how it feels to your tongue, and how it responds to your attentions ...” and Mark's tongue tentatively departed the safety of his mouth, headed out on an irreversible odyssey of cock-worship and servitude.

Meanwhile, Flemming pointed down to the floor and told Josh to assume the position, but Josh shook his head, and instead grabbed him by the back of the neck and pushed him down into a kneeling position.  Flemming had assumed that he would be, at least, the beta male, but suddenly it dawned on him that he had even better luck, and was going to be ranked gamma after Josh, who was now claiming the beta rank.

(It seemed that the “Greek 101 For Ranch-Hands” class everyone at the Bar-No-SX Ranch had taken was finally going to pay off!)

Up in the loft, Mark had managed to lick the entirety of Sandy's cock, and was now, with apparent contentment, working on his large, full balls ... while below, Josh gasped at the feeling of Flemming almost inhaling his cock to the root, working his tongue like an experienced two-bit-whore, trying his best to give Josh a real treat.

Mark moved back up the rigid staff to the tip of Sandy's increasingly excited cock, and, looking up into his Master's eyes, opened his mouth enough to capture just the cock-head, and waited for permission to proceed, somehow knowing that it was proper to do so, and Sandy smiled down at him, and nodded and then ...

... he held Mark's head steady as he pounded his hips in the direction of his lips.  When Sandy pushed deep into Mark's throat and he gagged, Flemming would feel Josh withdrawing his rod almost all the way out of  his orifice, and would try to suck it back in, before it escaped the attentions that Flemming was anticipating giving to the young stud standing erect before him.

Flemming was feeling totally free, no longer having to warehouse his submissive side, and he delighted in servicing the younger men that he'd been allowed thus far ... and Mark ... well, Mark was learning, as all newbie-cocksuckers have to learn, that a hard cock has no conscience ... Sandy lost control for a while, vigorously throat-fucking him with great enthusiasm and strength ... and Mark was intensely turned on.

When Josh finally penetrated Flemming's butt hole, it was like the last remnants of his enforced-concrete dam finally gave way.  His emotional reaction was of such a deep and satisfying intensity, that he began to feel young again. It was as if Josh were injecting him with nectar from the fountain of youth.

Mark was having a most throat-challenging time up above, as Sandy's onslaught of his oral-cavity proceeded apace ... Sandy was a Man driven by lust and Mark was a fledgling cock-slave learning how to do his job ... and breathe at the same time, no simple matter with a pile-driver like Sandy's weapon of lust ramming his face-hole.

As Sandy pile-drove his pink-headed penis deep into Mark' s sexy orifice, he moved his hands over his back and flanks, savoring the bent-over cowboy's taut, smooth and muscular back.  He could not help but compare it with Flemming's love-handled flanks ... he delighted in exploring their similarities and differences.

Josh was letting Flemming's ass have a great plumbing below, and the older Man was being probed relentlessly into nirvana, feeling completely alive, his moans an aural witness to his utter and total acceptance of the new status quo on his ranch ... and the guttural, gagging sound-effects wafting down from up above made his feelings even more intense, as he imagined Sandy plowing Mark's unwilling mouth with his thunder-bolt of lust.

Josh, not used to being the dominant in sexual matters ... or other aspects of his cowboy life, for that matter ... soon lost control of the situation, and, prematurely, began to pump his semen into Flemming's insatiable rectal cavity.

Hearing the young Man's excited yelps as he came, apparently (from the sounds) in a cascade of spurts, awoke Sandy to the reality of his own moment, and he decided to bring it on home himself, grabbing Mark's handsome head tighter and really letting the Man's throat have it hard, with machine-like thrusts of lust, until, some few moments later, he joined Josh in climax, also joining the Loft-High Club, with much verbal outpouring.

Flemming, himself, not having emptied his testicles, stood and stroked his mature penis until it metamorphosized into a fireman's hose, and shot his load at least four feet, a distance he had not achieved since his third decade.

Above, Mark had not even touched his bobbing cock through the whole of Sandy's face-fucking ... yet he, too, was roaring out his unexpected orgasm, with Sandy's cock still blocking off the main volume of it ... and the effect on Sandy's cock was stunning, as the formerly-wilting meat suddenly began stiffening again, feeling the vibrations from Marks yells of joy.

Sandy and Mark peeled themselves away from each other, sharing a lover's grin, and slowly made their way back down the ladder to rejoin the two drained Men below. Flemming smiled at Sandy, a really sincere and affectionate smile, and nodded to him, as if to say, “Job well done, Sir!” and then he looked at the other two Men.

"OK, you misfit cowgirls, morning exercises are now ended.  We have fences to mend and calves to brand.  So move your asses!"  Flemming said to his ranch-hands.  "All except for you, Sandy, Sir ... I believe you said that you wanted to see me about some ideas you had about the ranch?  That is, if it's convenient for you now?"

Sandy checked to make sure he'd pieced himself back together completely, and made sure he was presentable before answering, “Yeah, that'd be great! Let's get us some coffee and talk about this idea ... I think it'll bring in a whole lot of money, on top of an operation that's already doing well ... and speaking of that, I'll want to go over the books, too,” which made Flemming remember the lad's Community College courses in business and accounting, and he frowned at the thought of an unexpected audit from the boy.

Once they were seated around the table on the outdoor deck of the ranch house, and James had served their coffees, Sandy explained that they had a perfect set-up to host city-dudes interested in vacationing on a working ranch.  They would actually be charging other young men to help them run the ranch, not to mention the 'recreational opportunities' open to their regular staff.

James, who overheard the conversation, could feel himself getting a stiffy just thinking about the possibilities.  They had a hard time keeping staff, just because they were so far from a decent town with any kind of night life, but with city-dudes coming in droves, they would be able to provide their own ... distractions.

Flemming, with no warning, reached up and grabbed James' crotch, giving it a nice, long, hard squeeze, resulting in a moan and a nearly-spilled carafe of coffee, and then, keeping his hold on the Man-servant, he answered Sandy, “That's not a new idea, but I never even gave it a thought for my own place here ... couple of guys on the other side of town have tried it out, but said they'd had nothing but trouble with them city fellas ... how can we do it so it'll be different, and work out right for us here?” and his hand-clamp of James' goodies tightened considerably as he finished speaking, making James moan  considerably louder ... in joy, obviously, as there was a tear rolling down his right cheek.

"Don't scramble his eggs until I've had a chance to weigh them!" Sandy corrected Flemming's impertinence.  "There'll always be some problems, but if we advertise in the gay-mags and include ourselves on the gay travel-pages, we'll be attracting a very different group, and not wind up with a bunch of fag-hags coming in here."

Flemming released James' basket, slowly and clearly reluctantly, and nodded to Sandy, saying, “I hope we can attract the masculine ones ... I don't know if I could stand having tutus and feather boas here at the ranch!” and Sandy and he shared a laugh, although James, apparently not in a giddy mood at the moment, simply refrained from laughing as he wiped the tears from his streaked eyes.

"Yes, a day a two ago you thought you'd be the last guy in the state to take it up your bum, but look at you now ...your taste can expand to include more diversity, if you are just willing to give it a try.  Who knows? You might meet the 'woman' of your dreams!"  Sandy laughed and then added that he would take care of the promotion and reservations over the internet and that Flemming should get the place readied for the very next week.

To be continued...

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Posted: 11/09/07

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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