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Andy's Shed

Andy flew into the house, stripping off his school blazer, throwing it over a nearby chair and started to race up the stairs as if he had a lot on his fourteen year old mind. Which he did. Only it wasn't all on his mind, but inside his trousers too.

Upstairs in the empty house he pulled off the rest of his school uniform allowing his slender, yet toned body to emerge from the baggy clothing until he was just in the tight, and somewhat skimpy briefs that were his perfected underwear. Naturally on the days when he had PE at school then Andy would wear the same baggy shapeless boxer shorts as did the rest of his peers. But on the days, like today, when he could keep his choice of underwear to himself then this is what he wore as he really liked the way they fit him. Clinging as they did to his sports hardened body, that was nicely tanned from summer holidays taken in places where teenage boys could still wear Speedos worn without anyone laughing and pointing the finger.

Unable to resist, Andy pulled a few muscle posses, flexing his arms and chest at his reflection, and then stretching his legs, before turning around at admiring the rear view, especially the roundness of his buttocks. Something that he knew was only partially down to the tight underwear but which he guess and hoped was also down to the regular exercise he gave it with both an old slipper of his dad, and that one, old ping pong bat, with the rubber padding removed that he kept beneath his bed.

More often than not, over the past three of four years, since Andy had started his self chastisement, the boy's bottom would be more pink than usual. Of course, as with the underwear he had to be careful about sports days at school, where showers may be required. Yet it wasn't as if any of his peers would be looking at his bum, at least not in a way that would get them noticed. And mentioning that it looked like Andy had been spanked would certainly have counted as that.

There had been a few times when Andy had been on the stern warning from a teacher, or even one of his parents, for shuffling in his chair, leading to remarks about his having ants in his pants, when the reality would have left him with tears in his eyes the night before, as he worked away punishing himself for something he done, or hadn't done, real or imagined.

Tonight though that wasn't on the agenda as Andy had something else planned. Something he'd been working on for a long time. Something which was waiting for him at the bottom of the garden, and which he had to walk towards dressed just as he was. In his underwear. His humiliatingly small, and juvenile underwear.

Leaving his room, Andy felt a twinge down in that underwear, that happened whenever he did something that most boys his age would find humiliating, or embarrassing, or even both. Not that Andy would do any of the things he dreamed about for real. At least not in front of other people. He just liked the risk of it happening. That's why he wore the little kid pants under his clothes, so he would know they would be there, but no one else would. It was also why he spanked himself hard enough to leave his bottom red and stinging, but took precautions that it wouldn't be discovered. It was also the reason he'd been leaving all his clothes in his bed room, walking through the house in a route that would take him directly past the large plate glass windows in the living room that looked out onto the street, before going out through the back door that would lock behind him leaving him stranded in the garden. Only when his parents returned and unlocked would he be able to sneak back in the house.

It was something he'd been doing for years ever since he'd actually done it by accident. Then he'd been ten or perhaps nine and dancing about in the rain, wearing just his Speedo, when the wind had slammed the back door triggering the self locking mechanism. He'd been a bit panicked back then, but his mum had found it funny, when he'd finally been let back in, and so had he. Well not so much funny, as exciting, even though at that age he hadn't entirely realised why. Still it had been enough that he'd repeated the experience, so many times since then, that his parents always left the back door unlocked 'just in case'.

A shiver ran through Andy's nearly naked body as stepped outside, that had nothing to do with the cooler evening air, and everything to do with the excitement that was building inside him, even if he now faced the challenge of walking down the garden path with it's uneven gravel surface biting into the soles of his bare feet.

Andy could have taken a more comfortable route just be stepping to either side of the path and travelling on the soft, lawn, but that would have taken him from the very centre of the garden, hiding his nearly bare flesh under the over grown greenery that encircled the family garden. In the centre, following the path, there was still the chance that he could be seen, even if the neighbouring houses didn't really overlook the garden. There was still that chance. And that's what Andy enjoyed. The chance.

At the far end of the garden, slightly behind the patio where the path led, was a small yet sturdy wooden shed that Andy had taken over for his games. The door was fastened but not locked, at least from the outside. A simple spring latch held the door from rattling in the wind.

Stepping inside, Andy felt the worn carpet under his feet, that soften his foot fall, as he turned around to latch the door behind him.

A musty smell assaulted his nostrils. The sort of smell that was better at keeping his mum away than any locked door would have been, and which to Andy, gave the distinct aroma of everything that took place in this small room.

There wasn't much in the shed, as there wasn't room for much. At the back stood a small washbasin, and draining board, primarily intended for the washing of garden tools, but which Andy had found other uses for, just as he had everything that was in the shed, and most of the items in the garden and the house, come to that.

On the back wall of the shed, opposite the window that had been covered in several sheets of double sided film so that light would be allowed in, but which no one would be able to actually see what was happening inside the shed. If they had, then most of the time they'd have looked at the back wall where hanging from various hooks were some of the tools of Andy's hobbies. Rope, rolls of tape, chains, a selection of straps and some timer locks.

If asked, Andy couldn't have given a logical or safe reason for all those items to be there, but then he didn't need to as no one had asked. Nor had they asked why the only item of furniture in the room, there was an old chair sitting in the middle of the floor. Or why that chair had been rather crudely fastened down to the floor of the shed via some L shaped brackets. Let alone why the chairs seat had been removed leaving only a the frame in place. And as to what was in the ominous looking box directly under the chair, for that they would have had no clue, although Andy knew very well what it was and what it was used for.

Ignoring the chair for now, Andy went over to the back wall and took down what appeared to be a tangle of leather belts but which, once spread out soon revealed itself to be an old fashioned child's safety harness, complete with slide adjusters which had been previously position as to give the snuggest fit possible on Andy's slender frame.

Another shiver ran through the fourteen year old's body as he put the harness on, as if it were a jacket that he wanted to wear backwards. His arms going through gaps in the straps, that were then hoisted up onto his shoulders. His arms then going around behind his back to start clipping everything together.

At this stage the harness was still quite loose on him, allowing him to do all this, but once he was ready Andy took up the single leash that came from the centre of the fastening panel at his back, and using the loop at the end, he hooked it onto one of the hooks attached to the shed wall. He then walked away from it.

On the start of Andy's second step the slack in the strap was taken up bringing the boy to a sudden halt as the harness tightened on his upper torso, the remaining slack in all the straps pulled through the ratchet system that would ensure they remained good and snug until he was in a position to flick the switch on his back. Something that took a lot of rubbing against various objects and which had lead to Andy sleeping in the harness on more than one occasion when he couldn't remove it. That though was a problem for later on. Right now, the boy had a lot of other things to be getting on with.

The first of these was to remove the only thing he was wearing.

Poking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, Andy pushed them down in one swift motion, allowing his erection to finally come from where it had been previously trapped between his legs, out of sight but in no way out of his mind even before it was waving around in front of him, looking that little bit larger than it actual was, ever since he'd taken the plunge and shaved off the little bit of pubic bush he'd started to grow and which had started to frame his genitals. That his erection looked bigger without the hair, was a bonus as when he wasn't stiff, the lack of pubis really did make him look younger than he was. Something that again should have embarrassed the teenager but which really didn't. Not in the slightest. In fact, the sight of his babyish pubis caused more erection than anything else.

Naked now, he sat on the chair, Andy positioned himself so that his thighs came over the sides of the frame, which left his feet hanging down almost perfectly in the middle of the front and back legs of the chair. From there he was just about able to touch the floor with his feet, not that he'd be doing a lot of that, as doing so, put a lot of strain on his calf muscles.

Seated as he was, Andy was able to reach for more rope from the wall with which he quickly tied his thighs into place. Wrapping the rope around and around his legs to make sure they wouldn't be moving once the early evening's entertainment was under way.

Much thinner rope, or rather cord was required for the next part of Andy's operation. This was actually a long boot lace which was just the right length to be wrapped several times around Andy's scrotum, and then down the centre to separate the boy's young testicles, before bind them each separately, making them stand out on their own. Finally the ends of the lace were tied around the erection itself. One end around the base, and the other just behind the head. This combination Andy knew would make sure that he would be staying fully erect no matter what else happened to him. Not that he really needed this particular bondage for that to occur, it just added to the fun.

There were only a few more things to do now. The first of these involved a small rubber ball that Andy had attached to a leather strap. The ball went into his mouth, which it filled almost completely, trapping his tongue down to the base of his jaw, and totally preventing him from talking especially once the strap was around the back of his head and buckled tight.

Picking up a selection of the timer locks, Andy set about making sure that he wouldn't be getting up from the chair any time soon, fastening them though the D-ring fixed into the straps of the harness he was wearing, and into matching ones on the chair back.

By now the only things Andy could move were his hands and his head. The later he could do nothing about although he had considered a neck brace before now. The former though he had plans for. Plans that involved timer locks and his harness. Before that. He had switch to flick and a button to press both of which he did.

Knowing now that a timer was running, Andy didn't waste any more time, in wrapping his arms around his chest, fitting both his wrists through the loops in the opposite sides of his harness and then sealing those loops tight with the locks leaving him looking like he was hugging himself, when in reality he was totally unable to move.

Seconds after the boy had secured himself in place, things started to happened underneath him.

A whining noise came from the box beneath the chair as a large dildo Andy had constructed himself started to rise up, towards his own unprotected rear.

Jerking slightly, or as much as he could given how he was restrained, Andy felt the first nudge of the rounded head against his anus.

A sigh of relief escaped from his nose that it was on target, and that he'd remember to keep it lubricated, given what had happened that time he'd forgotten.

He knew exactly what to do, relaxing himself as much as he could as the dildo continued it's slow journey upwards.

Half the crown was soon inside him, stretching his anus wide enough to accommodate itself, until it could slip the rest of the way in, penetrating him for a good two inches [5 cm] already.

That was followed by another four or perhaps five inches [10-12 cm], Andy always leaving some details up to the mechanics that controlled his plugging for that more exciting ride. The only thing he knew for certain was that he was unable to get away from the probe in his rear until he had been well and truly fucked out of his mind. Which was exactly what he wanted.

The End