Tool-Shed Memoires

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Author's note: I submit this chapter in memory of ben tover, aka h.s., aka Hank Snow. We were working on the remaining parts of this story when he took ill. He was also doing the editing which is why there has been such a long delay in posting the rest of this story. Unfortunately, he never recovered. I was able to recover these remaining chapters and am attempting to edit them. I hope that you continue to enjoy his humor which borders on zany and his brilliance shown in his method to learn how to spell. If this chapter brings a smile to your face please consider lighting a candle
http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/candles.cfm?l=eng&gi=HankS in memory of Hank and say a little prayer that the Saints in Heaven are now enjoying the Hank Snow show and laughing the halos off!

It dawned on Josh as he headed out into the hall that what he had taken as a sign of submission was in fact probably a tactic to get him to lower his defenses. After all, in spite of his youthfulness, the new slave had been a trained guard, one that was prepared and trained on how to act during a prison riot. Josh recognized he would have to be far more cautious.

Meanwhile in another cell, Sandy and Flemming had a very tall and trim officer tied down to a wooden table. The Man was screaming to be released. Both Sandy and Flemming were enjoying his pleas and demands and made no attempt to quiet him. They were on either side of his naked body and in the process of depilating him with hot-wax and strips of tape. Slowly they were transforming his masculine Man's body into that of a smooth skinned youth. Josh came into the cell and asked if his sperm had been harvested to which hair removal team replied negatively, So Josh donned a glove and moved one finger into the prisoner's tight ass while he pumped his cock with the other.

Josh wiggled his finger in and out of the slave's ass, and around, and from side to side ... he was intent on eliciting as many reactions as possible from the Man before grasping his cock for the milking ... and the prisoner obliged him energetically, struggling against the feel of the unwanted ass-bandit now within his formerly virginal ass. Josh was amused and kept it up for a while, watching former-guard's cock slowly erect to a most admirable size, and then he grasped it and began the slow and steady rhythm guaranteed to produce results.

"Ouch, Oh Gawd, that feels so good, please don't stop. Oou, Damn that smarts!" were the strange combination of sounds erupting from the newly enslaved Man's mouth as his mind would perceive either Josh's handiwork or that of the Sandy-Flemming team. They kept the hapless and bound slave vacillating between sensations of pleasure and pain. When his cock finally followed the example of his mouth and erupted, his wad shot at least three feet into the air and his body began to spasm wildly within the confines of his tethers.

Mark had entered the cell just before the slave came, and grabbed a sample-cup in time to catch the airborne spooge before it hit the floor and was spoiled. Sandy, Flemming and Josh in turn high-fived him for his excellent save, and Mark had the feeling of being a team-player ... he liked that.

Two of the hands were carrying one of the still-sleeping guards out of the horse-van, when he suddenly began throwing punches. He caught one of the hands with a jab to the jaw, and the other to the stomach. A ruckus ensued, until Josh came flying upstairs, wielding the cattle-prod. It took two jolts before they were able to subdue the guy, who was quite muscular for a Man who was only 5' 9". It took four of them to get him down into a cell, when Flemming came in with a special electrified metal-collar which they bolted shut. With the collar, they could easily subdue the brute, since it was radio controlled.

The brute, it seemed, was a tough nut to crack, and even with the electro-collar, it was some time before he finally ceased his maniacal gesticulations and outragedly indignant protests, and assumed a kneeling slave-rest position, quietly. He'd apparently had enough electricity ... for a while ... and was curious enough to want to see what was going on.

Flemming said, "It is to risky yet with this one to attempt a voluntary examination, take him to the room with the press cage."

No one disagreed with Flemming's assessment of the brutish enslaved officer and Josh and Mark along with two other hands escorted the rebellious slave to a room where there was a tall thin cage. He was forced inside and then his wrists and ankles were cuffed in a spread eagle position. Once he was secured inside, Josh gave the signal to begin collapsing the cage around him until he was completely compressed inside. Now that the prisoner was completely immobilized, the exam con commence.

Josh, ever the eager-beaver, was fondling the ex-guard's goodies almost immediately, and the new slave was not slow to offer his oral input as to his opinions of this unprecedented abuse of his treasured family jewels, although the appreciation Josh felt was demonstrated with a tasty little zap from the

While, Josh continued his quest for the semen sample, Sandy inserted an instrument specially designed to retrieve a feces sample from the bound slaves rectum. The prisoners moans were a combination of protests and pleasure which only had the effect of canceling one another out. Flemming watching this activity could not resist licking Sandy's nape. Sandy responded by haunching his shoulders and giggling as he moved the skewer around the ex-officers ass hole.

Still giggling like a high school cheer-leader expectantly awaiting the end of the game and the inevitable gang-bang under the bridge, Sandy finally got the stool-sample he needed and moved on to extract the blood of the ex-guard. Josh was also still happily engaged, in the puzzlingly complicated process of obtaining a sperm-sample from the physically-restrained slave, who was alternately in heaven and hell, depending on the sadistic whims of his milker.

When Flemming gingerly sucked in the bound prisoner's balls into his wet mouth, it didn't take long for his river to begin to flow down into the holy grail that Mark was holding in order to catch the milky white stream as it slowly oozed out of the penis that Josh continued to stroke slow and firmly. The prisoner's eyes rolled up into his head as he savored the unexpected release of all the tension that had every muscle in his body rebelling against his restraints.

The sight of the prisoner's frustrated orgasm ... in fact, the sight of the frustrated prisoner ... had all four men present feeling very horned up, and it was but a minute or two before the charge-leading, avant guard Josh who figured out that the caged brute had an unplugged ass, just begging for some usage, and he willingly obliged, stepping behind the cage and thrusting his hard cock up into the warm and viscous insides of the defenseless slave's ass.

The slave's scream almost smothered the sound of the clanging triangle indicating that lunch was served. All the hands filed out of the oubliette behind Sandy and Flemming who led the way back to the ranch house where J had everything ready on the patio table.

After lunching Sandy told Flemming that he wanted to take a siesta and ordered him to accompany him to the master bed room. All the other hands took this as a signal that they too could pair off according to their likes and enjoy a midday break of bareback fun.

[This sub author is still giggling like a high school cheer-leader expectantly awaiting the end of the game and the inevitable gang-bang under the bridge,]

Sandy told Flemming, “Strip and get up on the bed, on yer back, legs up ... I wanna look in your eyes this time, old Man, when I take you.” to which Flemming just grinned happily, and stripping quickly, he complied, anticipating Sandy's proud member within his most secret inner sanctum, and the pleasure it would bring him ... pleasure he'd withheld from himself for far too many years.

Taking Flemming totally by surprise, Sandy laid down on top of the naked pentagenerian and began to kiss his face wildly and passionately while using his finger tips to stimulate his small nipples on well developed pecs

Flemming took but a moment to regain his aplomb (yes ... his aplomb!), and began to return the boy-Man's passions in kind, nibbling his ears, his neck, tonguing his ears ... it devolved into a free-for-all of sensual depravity and Flemming was like a starved animal, unable to consume enough of the vital, viral young Man lying atop him.

Sandy had also been deprived for too long, and, while it hadn't been for the decades Flemming had under his belt, he sought to consume the Man below him, and wanted to drive him quite totally out of his mind with pleasure, using only his hands and mouth at first, staving off the hunger-pangs which would require him to resort to using quite another tool to get the job done.

Suddenly, Flemming used his well toned physical prowess and flipped the younger Man around and the two eagerly began the mathematical calculations in order to divide 69 between two.

Flemming, however, was far too needy to respect the sedate and casual pace Sandy had just moments ago been adhering to ... he plowed himself a furrow, straight and deep, in Sandy's mouth, for planting himself some seeds. Sandy was not quite expecting the acceleration of the tempo, and upon feeling Flemming's engorged fuck-rod splitting his face-hole open like a ripe fruit, he released a bellow like no other the young Man had ever before mustered, which, being obstructed by the cock at hand, was reduced to a long and very thrilling sequence of satisfying vibrations all along the sides of his sex-partner's weapon, and Flemming was transported into a state of ecstasy by the seemingly inexhaustible sensations the young Sandy was lavishing upon his cock.

Sandy was so overwhelmed by the behemoth fuselage now embedded in his esophagus, was barely able to give the minimum of attention to the sensation of Flemming's tongue which was flicking his dick like Eden's snake as it tempted eve to taste of the forbidden fruit.

The forbidden fruit receiving the attentions of Flemming was himself lost in a state of hypnotic abandon, his mind not quite registering anything real ... just registering joy, pleasure and utter contentment ... but soon, the boy knew that getting some air would be a great idea, and it was a sign of their fledgling bond with each other that Flemming withdrew his thruster from the lad's throat far enough, and for long enough, so that the euphoric Sandy could fill his lungs once again with the oxygen for which his body was so desperately yearning.

Taking advantage of this pause which refreshes, Sandy quickly out maneuvered his older partner and was now kneeling over him with his knees on either side of Flemming's head and his ramrod now fully inserted into Flemming's mouth and throat. Flemming's tonsils were now experiencing the frottage that would soon be applied to his prostate and that thought had Flemming's body undulating in a wave like action that helped accentuate the fuck like penetration occurring in his orifice.

Sandy bent down to take Flemming's cock-head into his mouth, and using his teeth to titillate the delicate flesh, he began a sequence of nibbles, which made riding out the older Man's undulations increasingly like being mounted on a wild bronc ... yet Sandy had enough presence of mind to continue massaging the tonsils just as they continued to tickle his cock. Flemming was totally lost in sensation, and was more happy than he'd ever been before.

Afterwards, Sandy quickly organized the ranch-hands in reestablishing the security of the slave-quarters. Once the first officer came around he had him dragged to a wooden-horse, where James thrashed his butt cheeks with the egg-whisk. No one was sure if the prisoner was screaming from the strokes applied to his bubble-butt, or from laughing at James' obvious lack of spanking finesse.

But James was no Man's sissy ... he wielded that whisk like a pro, after establishing a proper rhythm, and the former-guard's mocking screams soon turned to bellows of sincere regret and torment. James' assault didn't stop until Sandy actually removed the whisk from his still-swinging hand, quite some time later. Sandy was more than slightly alarmed to see that James' eyes were out of focus and that he seemed to be disoriented .. and he made a mental note to check into James' background later when there was time.

Officer Jerry Young's ass cheeks were a blazing red from the whisking that James had aptly administered. There were tears in his eyes, which just minutes before had a mocking gleam. Young would never again underestimate the fury of an enraged gourmet queen.

Jerry was being gently guided out of the cell, by his woody, by a most attentive and concerned Woody, who sat him down on the floor of an empty cell, and leaned him back against the wall. Jerry had slipped into some sort of fugue state ... and was totally compliant and unresisting, staring ahead like he were in another place and time ... which he was, although those present couldn't know what the whisking has done inside his mind, nor what painful memories it had dredged up for the young Man.

All of Flemming's fag cowboy gang, were all concerned about James and for his soufflé which was still in the oven. Finally Sandy stepped up to the unresponsive James and whispered in his ear, "if you let that soufflé flop, you will be reduced to road kill!"

James came back to reality immediately, frowned at seeing everyone staring at him with concerned looks on their faces, and yelled, "oh my Gawd, Dinner!" and ran out of the cell.

Just then, Mark called to Flemming and said, "A UPS delivery MAN is looking for you up at the house."

The ranch-hands and Flemming all knew what tasty tid-bits the various express-delivery could be when they would arrive at the ranch with the various and sundry items needed for a smooth operation ... items like bag-balm, salt-licks and intake-nozzles for the milking machines, to name a few. In addition, Flemming shipped a few items out, such as registered bull-sperm, in liquid-nitrogen-cooled ampules ... and shipping that required a Federal license. But the reader wants to know more about these delivery-studs were all about, looks wise, and so this unworthy sub-writer herewith defers to its Dom-writer for tutelage.

Since the veritable tennis ball is in my court, and having deftly borrowed James whisk and stirred my sub-writer ass until his egg whites peaked, I am pleased to convey to you both Flemming and his side kick Sandy, both were wide eyed as they behind the mirage of a short-pants clad, gym rat, whose body was challenging the seams of his brown uniform.

"Please step inside, have some iced tea, while we inspect your merchandise... I mean, check that the items your box arrived intact." Flemming said.

"What the old Man means is that he would like to check your front end while I check out the alignment of your rear end." Sandy said fluttering his eyes.

The delivery-Man, who'd recently graduated from eighth grade and was the proud papa of three, blushed uncontrollably and eventually untied his cute, pink tongue long enough to say, “Aw, shucks ... gawww-lee!” and basically acted like the Disney character, Goofy, as he twisted back and forth, wringing his hands and smiling vacuously.

Sandy winked at Woody, who had just shown up with the rest of the merry band of Flemming's Ass-Raiders, and Woody winked back, and while a very happy Flemming looked on, the two Men stripped the delivery-Man of his worldly possessions and proceeded to assail his tender-vittles with their hands and mouths ... nipples, neck, balls, ass, whatever seized them at that moment. The delivery-stud was aroused in no time and making the cutest li'l sounds as they kept the ravishment going.

Even the sub author of this dramatic opus, and hopping new opera to replace Les Mis on Broadway, recognizes the extreme handsomeness of the driver, with a Gomer Pile innocence. Once the under- the-barn- gang got him down on his knees, Flemming moved in and pointed at his sensual lips with his pentagenarian penis.

Adam Phillips, our new UPS sex toy, had long dreamed of tasting such forbidden fruit, but had never been able to overcome his banana phobia. He gleefully kissed Flemming's erect pecker with a kiss worthy of mistle-toe.

The broad-shouldered Adam suddenly could not wait another second, and without warning fully engulfed Flemming's pride to the root ... the old Man jerked, in shock-and-awe, at this, and made a confused-sounding noise, which might have been fear or pleasure ... but the almost-instant smile which took over his face was proof that Adam was doing a great job of pleasing his cock for him, and he reached down to hold Adam's head with both large mitts ... to guide and tutor the lad.

Meanwhile [and this sub-writer knows that the reader will expect a 'meanwhile'], Mark had knelt down behind the fledgling cocksucker, and, reaching in front of the stud, was massaging and kneading his tits for him, as his hard fuck-took slid up and down Adam's ass-slit.

Sandy who was in the process of lubricating his main piston was surprised how Mark usurped his position and began aligning himself for a dry insertion into Adam's unutilized Eden. Sandy therefore, not wanting to waste Flemming's premium lubricant (K-Y) which he had already worked into his now erect shaft, knelt behind Mark and began to penetrate Adam vicariously.

The by-proxy impalement of Adam was not noticed by the recipient, who was far too interested in the proximate cause of his anal pleasure, Mark's Saturn-Five Thruster, although Mark, himself, was unable to ignore the insertion, and yelped out in pain-pleasure at the thoughtfulness of his new Boss, for thinking of him in that way ... Sandy just had a way of making a ranch-hand feel so wel cum.

Adam was surprised too that he was enjoying this love fest so intensely. Just yesterday he had seen a news report about a gay pride parade and thought how disgusting it would be to have sex with a Man, and now he found himself in a veritable orgy, not knowing which sensation was more pleasurable. While truly in love with the mother of his children, he was discovering that the forbidden fruit wasn't so bitter after all.

Flemming was delighted at Adam's innate abilities as A Man's Best Buddy, and continued guiding the hunky lad's head to assist him in learning technique and so forth.

Woody, however, knew that his turn at Adam would be some time in ... coming ... so he'd gone off to the pantry in search of a snack ... and James was there, looking very edible, indeed. Before James could get the speak the words which his tongue was already forming, the Woodster not-too-gently pressed his shoulders down, driving James to his knees ... as was proper. James let instinct take over, and extracted Woody's root-vegetable from the crisper-drawer of Woody's Levi's, and proceeded to prepare it for the cream-sauce topping he had planned for it shortly.

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( ) 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.