As David made his way up the walk, Sean watched from the small portico in the door, then opened it just as he reached for the bell.
"I told you I'd stop in on my way through if I had two hours or more," David said, extending his hand and beaming as though he had just hit the Pick Four in the lottery. "And as it turns out, my flight on to Denver isn't till six so we even have time for dinner, if you can."
Sean took his coat and briefcase, putting both into the hall closet. David walked ahead into the living room and went directly to a breakfront on the far wall where he opened the top drawer and took out a narrow leather strap.
"You were expecting me, I see," he said, flourishing the strap and smiling. "But we have a few hours so let's not get ahead of ourselves here." David sunk into one of the recliners next to the picture window and inspected the strap as though he might find some flaw.
"How's your _s_e_x_ life these days, Sean?"
"What _s_e_x_ life?" Sean laughed. "Outside of my best friend here," he said, raising his right hand and wriggling his fingers like milking a cow, "I have no _s_e_x_ life."
"If you have a lemon," David countered, "you make lemonade. Tell me about your 'squeezing lemonade, then, if that's all you have." Now David laughed. "Not a whole lot to tell. It's like Mick Jagger says, David, 'Just can't get no satisfaction.'" After thinking briefly he added,"A better Jagger line might be 'You don't always get what you want, but you just might get what you need.'"
"That's very, very good, Sean." David again raised the strap in a flourish. "I see you've looked forward to my little visits as much as I have. Did you get my message on the old e-mail?"
"I did," Sean answered.
"Good. Why don't tell me a little about these masturbation sessions you seem to need so badly. In the shower, Sean, is that where you usually jack off?" he asked. "Or do you just take a good book and a towel to bed at night? Tell me all about it. One of my favorites is to put on a video and lay sprawled on the couch with a towel. What's your favorite?"
"It won't surprise you," Sean replied quietly as he looked down into the carpet. "After a shower I like to take the towel into the bedroom, then kneel up on the bed and look back between my knees to the mirror over my dresser. Then my imagination kicks in and it doesn't take long before I'm coming all over the towel."
"And in your mind's eye you can picture me coming in to the room, lecturing you to distrac-tion, then taking this strap to you till you won't sit comfortably for awhile. Right?"
"Something like that," Sean said, the lump straining the front pants quietly shouting his agreement.
"Good," David replied. "Why don't you just stand up right now, open your pants up, and show me what is causing you so much embarrassment?"
Without hesitating Sean stood, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the his jeans, then pulled his zipper down. The purplish tip of his erection peeped out the top of his extremely low cut bikini briefs.
"Keep going, Sean."
He peeled the briefs down and slipped the elastic band down under his scrotum.
"Well, don't just stand there," David said, "grab a hold and show me how you stroke it."
Again, Sean complied, smiling at his visitor as he wrapped his right hand around his large erect _c_o_c_k_ and began to pull rhyth-mically and slowly. It was hard to know who was enjoying this little game of "Captain May I?" more, David or Sean.
"Now repeat after me, Sean," David said in a quiet, commanding tone. "'I have been looking forward to this ever since I got your message and I want you to take me into the bedroom for a good whipping with the strap.'" Nothing like a little ritual and anticipation to enhance the fun.
"I've been looking forward to your visit and I"--here Sean hesitated and looked to see if David meant business (he did)--"and I want you to give me a good strapping." Both remained silent for a minute or two before the first milky drops appeared at the purplish slit on the tip of Sean's erection. He had begun to grind his hips almost imperceptibly as he continued to jack off for his voyeur.
"That's enough for now!" David smiled as he rose from the chair. Then he returned the strap to the drawer in the breakfront. "We have enough time, I think, to play this out a bit. You know, enjoy the roles we both like so much?"
"Yes, sir," Sean answered, pulling his hand away to let his erection bob free. Putting his hands to his sides, he fell into his role quickly and made no effort to cover himself.
David walked over to him, stood directly in front of him, locked eyes with him, and then reached down to cup Sean's balls. Then he gently began to milk Sean's throbbing, dew-tipped erection. Sensing Sean's immanent eruption, David quickly withdrew his hand.
"I must admit I gave a lot of thought to this little visit on my flight in today and I had to keep my tray down to hide my own embarrassment from the young businesswoman sitting next to me," David said. "Let's go out on the screen porch where we can enjoy a beer, Sean. You can put yourself back together--for now, anyway."
Together they went into the kitchen where Sean put together a tray of cheese and crackers and pulled two bottles of dark, imported beer from the refrigerator. David followed Sean out onto the porch and settled into a glider opposite his host. He surveyed the large yard and the rows of fifteen foot cedars which provided a dense, natural fence on all three sides.
"I never really noticed just how nice and private this is," David said, reaching for the crackers. "And I don't remember that garden shed. This is the first time I've seen it in warm weather, I think. But you do have a lovely yard, here, Sean."
"Thanks. It took a few years to get everything in place, but now it doesn't take too much time to keep it up. Just lawn and perennials."
"Well, I think I have just the thing to complete your yard, Sean. Something real special to put in your shed."
Sean rolled his eyes with a slight smile on his lips. "Yes?"
"I brought you a little gift. And I was going to wait till later, but this seems like just the right time for it. Why don't you get my briefcase for me from the house. Please."
Sean disappeared into the house and came back with the briefcase in hand. David took it from his, snapped the locks open, and, after unzipping a compartment in the back, he pulled out a well worn razor strop. It was the classic barbershop type with two wide strips, one of canvas, the other leather, riveted together at one end with a chrome fastener and a hook. While it was not an antique, it had surely seen substantial wear. The leather side appeared to have been recently oiled to restore its ap-pearance. David held it out as a gift for his host.
"I'm sure we can find a nice place for it. Somewhere you'll be sure to see it as you come and go each day. Maybe on the back of your closet door. Or next to the sink in your bathroom. If anyone notices, just tell them you shave the old-fashioned way."
Sean took the razor strop from David and sat down shaking his head and smiling.
"Where ever did you get this thing?"
"From a barber friend. Apparently they go through one every couple years. I just told him I was desperate to get one to go with the antique mug and straight razor I had bought at an antique auction," David explained. "And when I came out here and saw the shed, I knew it was too good to pass up."
"Want to see the inside?" Sean asked.
"First things, first," David replied. "You're always so im-patient. You need to learn to wait, Sean. Let's go inside and find a good place for you to keep this."
Sean led the way into the kitchen and stopped, looking around thoughtfully.
"Maybe here somewhere?"
"Rather unlikely place if some unsuspecting soul stumbles on it, don't you think?"
Sean led the way up the stairs to his bedroom at the top of the landing, the strop hanging from his right hand. David followed him into the room and watched as he opened the door to the walk in closet. Sean hung the strop on a hook on the backside of the door.
"That will do for now," David said, "but I really think the best--and most obvious--place for it is on a hook in the bathroom right next to the sink. That way you'll see it often and can explain it easily. So the next time I visit I want to see it hanging next to the sink, Sean, but that's fine for now."
Sean closed the door.
"Come over here, young man," David ordered in a quiet but comman-ding voice. "I didn't hear the magic words 'thank you,' Sean, and I think you need to show a little appreciation." David pointed to the floor in front of his feet, and Sean knelt, facing him.
"Well?" David asked.
Sean unbuckled David's belt, opened his slacks, and took the rigid penis into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently.
"That's much better," David said after several minutes of atten-tion from Sean's tongue. He gently placed his hands on Sean's head and withdrew, closing his slacks and buckling the belt. "Let's go out and finish our beers."
As they settled back into chairs on the porch, both showed lumps straining against their pants. After twenty minutes of leisurely chat, David looked at his watch as if to see if it was time for the next act to start after an intermission which had lasted too long.
"Now let's see this garden shed or green house or whatever it is, Sean."
It was a combination storage shed, green house, root cellar, about twenty by twelve feet, with glass on the south side and skylights in the roof. A potting bench ran along under the glass and a high three legged stool sat in the far corner at the end of a row of garden tools.
"Perfect," David said, pulling the three legged stool out into the middle of the dirt floor. He pointed to it and Sean dutiful-ly took his place bent across it, his arms reaching down to the dirt and his backside raised as a target for whatever David choose to give him. Sean spread his feet apart for balance--and as his own little gesture of invitation. David, however, walked around till he was standing in front of Sean, then he unbuckled his belt and drew it free of the loops on his slacks. He doubled it and let it hang down in front of Sean's eyes.
"You see this, young man?" David asked.
"Yes, sir," Sean again answered quietly, like a schoolboy in the principal's office.
"I have a mind to take your pants down and give you a good, hard licking for all this jerking off you've been pulling. In fact, if I wanted to make the punishment fit the crime, I ought to make you take your pants down and jerk off, then give you a whipping."
"Yes, sir."
"I'll bet you're just about coming in your pants thinking about it, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," Sean answered yet again.
"On second thought, I brought you a present and I think we ought to try it out right now, right here." David slipped his belt back through the loops in his slacks but left the buckle open. "You go back up to the house and get me the razor strop, boy. I'm going to give you thrashing you won't soon forget."
Sean stood up, a small wet spot marking the front of his jeans. Then he turned and went back up to the house. A minute later he reappeared on the porch, the razor strop dangling from his right hand. When he came back into the shed, he held the strap out and David took it from him.
"Time for your punishment, Sean: take your pants down and bend across the stool. You need a good spanking."
Sean took his time, removing first his sandals, then his jeans, and finally his briefs. He stood facing David, buck naked from the waste down, his _c_o_c_k_ at full staff. As he took his place bent over the sturdy oak stool, David moved behind him and took aim at the Sean's bared buttocks. Again Sean spread his feet rather widely apart for balance and ever so slightly seemed to arch his back, inviting David to tan his backside with the razor strop. Sean's testicles hung heavily down below the crevice bisec-ting the target.
"The next time you feel like jacking yourself off, young man, you might think about this," David lectured as he raised the strap high and then flashed it down hard, the sharp crack startling both of them somewhat.
A dark red two-inch-wide band marked that first stroke but soon enough was joined by a second, lower, then a third, and a fourth. Taking plenty of time between strokes, David lectured Sean, underlining his points with yet another hard crack of the strap. Sean continued to respond by clenching his scalded cheeks but then recovering and pushing them up and out, seeming to invite yet more punishment. After twenty or thirty good licks, his posterior from mid-thigh to the tops of his ass cheeks was a deep scarlet with deeper purple crosshatching marking the thin lines from the strop's edge. From the lewd grinding and the dew dripping from the tip of Sean's engorged _c_o_c_k_, David knew several more hard licks would push him over the edge. So he took a break from the spanking and gently ran his right hand over the seared skin. Sean started to tense and David knew it was time to finish this scene quickly.
"If you don't want to have to work standing up for the next week," David said, "I suggest you give me a demonstration of how you jack off on your bed and now." He lashed the strap across the crack under Sean's crimson cheeks, and Sean quickly raised his hand under the stool to grab his _c_o_c_k_ as he began to ejaculate across the dirt floor of the shed. With a rapid, almost violent jerks Sean continued to jet spurts of semen several feet out front of the stool. In less than fifteen seconds it was over.
As Sean still lay heaving and breathless across the stool, David set the razor strop aside, opened his slacks, and with just three tugs jerked himself off, shooting his own spray onto the wet spots on the dirt floor. Safe _s_e_x_. Very safe _s_e_x_. Then he moved directly behind Sean, tucked his still rigid _c_o_c_k_ carefully within the crevice between Sean's tender cheeks, then leaned forward and reached under to stroke Sean's flagging erection back to some measure of stif-fness.
"I've still got a couple of hours before my flight so why don't we go back to the house so I can shower."
Sean reached inside a cabinet and pulled out a towel, handing it to David. David handed it back and Sean carefully wiped David's drooping _c_o_c_k_ clean, then his own. After pulling his pants up and straightening himself, Sean took the razor strop and led the way back to the house, through the kitchen, up the stairs to the bathroom where he returned the strop to the hook next to the sink. "Now, Sean," David said, "while I take a shower you