
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/13629702.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Tracey_McBean
  Relationship:
      Tracey_McBean/Shamus_Wong
  Character:
      Tracey_McBean_-_Character, Shamus_Wong
  Additional Tags:
      Invention, Tracey_-_Freeform, McBean, Shamus_-_Freeform, Wong_-_Freeform,
      Milkshake, Milkshake_Shaker_Maker, MSM, Latest_Invention, Teasing, build-
      up, Blood, Gore, penis_-_Freeform, Boy-Meat, Underage_Sex, Foreplay,
      Sexual_Tension, Sexual_Toys, Sex_Toys, pleasure_-_Freeform, Jizzmo, Gizmo
      -_Freeform, Flashing, Revealing_Penis, Boxershorts, Milkshake_Addiction,
      Addiction, Shamus_Whining, Embarrassment, Shy, Reluctant_To_Show_Penis,
      Peer_Pressure, pressured, Kissing, Grabbing, 'worm'
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-10 Words: 1254
****** Tracey McBean Fanfiction: Tracey McBean x Shamus Wong - The Jizzmo
******
by QuodAuctor
Summary
     Tracey's latest invention has two uses, both being for Shamus'
     pleasure.
Notes
     Tracey McBean is an Australian animated TV show that aired from the
     31st of December, 2001 to the 13th of June, 2006. The series aired in
     Australia and the United States.
See the end of the work for more notes
Tracey grinned as she stepped back and gazed at her latest invention, the
Milkshake Shaker Maker. She had been bragging to Shamus about this gadget for
almost three weeks now. By now Shamus was dying to find out what Tracey had up
her sleeve this time, but this time Tracey knew that Shamus would be over the
moon. This was due to Shamus being heavily addicted to milkshakes because of
one of Tracey’s previous inventions, which failed and somehow created the
addiction. Tracey grabbed out her self-made walkie-talkie invention and hit-up
Shamus. He came right over, and soon he’d ‘come’ again.
“Traceyyyy, it better be something good, it’s three in the morning! I’ll be
really annoyed if it’s another Brain Machine, because we both know how well
that went last time…” whined Shamus as he rubbed his eyes.
“Oh come on Shamus! I know you’ll love it!” smiled Tracey as she took a step
closer the to the invention, which was concealed by a purple blanket.
“Well, what is it?” squinted Shamus, trying to take a peek at the invention.
“Ah, ah, ah!” teased Tracey as she wiggled her index finger right in front of
Shamus’ face.
“Aww, Tracey!” complained Shamus, beginning to find the wait too unbearable.
“Okay! Okay!” sighed Tracey as she swiftly tore off the purple blanket in one
fell swoop.
“So, what does your gizmo do?” questioned Shamus as he circled his best
friend’s latest invention with utter curiosity.
“Behold the Milkshake Shaker Maker, but you can call it MSM! The one invention
for all your milkshake-making needs! It comes fully equipped with dispensable
cups and contains all the flavors you desire within it!” beamed Tracey as she
stroked her invention, feeling its smooth metallic plates that she’d spent
weeks smoldering together.
“How does MSM work?” asked Shamus as he approached the Milkshake Shaker Maker,
choosing to examine the cupholder-like part of the machine which protruded
vertically out of the front-side of the machine.
The cupholder-like part of the Milkshake Shaker Maker was padded around the
inside with silicone.
“Well, firstly you press this button here…” indicated Tracey as she pointed to
a button which displayed a picture of a cup on it.
“To dispense the cups?” guessed Shamus.
“Precisely! And then you put the dispensed cup here…and you can even adjust the
size of holder to fit any cup!” continued Tracey as she gestured placing a cup
inside the cupholder-like part of the Milkshake Shaker Maker.
“Oh, Tracey! This is incredible, but does it have my favorite flavor too?”
questioned Shamus as he tried to examine the other buttons to find any sign of
one displaying his favorite flavor, Egg-yolk ‘n’ Grated Cheese.
“How could I forget it?” grinned Tracey as she pointed out the button for
Shamus’ favorite milkshake flavor.
“Tracey, I think this is your greatest invention ever! I cannot thank you
enough!” thanked Shamus as he jumped directly in front of Tracey and kissed her
before she could react.
“Oh, Shamus! The only invention I’ve ever truly wanted is the one to your
heart!” blushed Tracey as she kissed her best friend back.
“And you’ve done it!” smiled Shamus as he gently lifted Tracey’s glasses off of
her face.
“Wait, Shamus, wait!” pleaded Tracey as she grabbed her glasses from Shamus and
placed them neatly back on her face.
“What’s wrong Tracey?” questioned Shamus, starting to feel awkward.
“There’s something I haven’t told you…” mumbled Tracey.
“Tell me what Tracey!” begged Shamus, starting to doubt if Tracey legitimately
liked him.
“This invention…it has another use…” continued Tracey, as she bit her lower
lip.
“And what’s that?” questioned Shamus, his veins pulsing with curiosity to find
out.
“It can be used to beat a certain kind of meat…” hinted Tracey.
“What kind of meat?” questioned Shamus, looking back at the Milkshake Shaker
Maker.
“Boy-meat” grinned Tracey.
“Ooh?” commented Shamus, unsure to how the Milkshake Shaker Maker could do such
a thing, whilst also making milkshakes.
“You see, you just turn the cupholder part of the MSM to the side like this…and
then adjust the size of the holder to fit the boy-meat appropriately” explained
Tracey as she turned the cupholder horizontally, just as she had explained.
“Traceyyyy, that looks like it’d hurt!” whined Shamus as he covered his groin
with his hands in uncertainty.
“Oh, come on Shamus! It’ll be fine! What could go wrong?” assured Tracey.
“If you say so Tracey…” sighed Shamus.
“Well, come on then, show me your boy-meat!” requested Tracey with a grin.
Shamus leaned forward, pulling off his pants. He wore light blue boxer-shorts,
which concealed any hint of a bulge, thanks to the bagginess. Shamus looked up
at Tracey, who gestured her hand to tell him to continue. Reluctantly Shamus
whipped out his boy-meat through the fly of his boxer-shorts, revealing is
seven-inch, uncut boy-meat.
“Wow, it’s true, boy-meat really does look like a worm!” exclaimed Tracey as
her eyes widened to the sight of Shamus’ apparent ‘worm’.
Shamus looked down at his boy-meat in embarrassment to Tracey’s comment about
it.
“All right, time to test out the invention, huh? I’ll just place your boy-meat
here, and then adjust the holder’s size accordingly…” began Tracey as she
gripped the tip of Shamus’ boy-meat, causing Shamus to give off a small, quiet
grunt.
Using her grip on the boy-meat, she to lead Shamus closer to the Milkshake
Shaker Maker. Tracey plopped Shamus’ boy-meat into the cupholder and began
adjusting the holder’s size to suit Shamus’ five-inch girth.
“Tracey, I don’t know about this anymore” commented Shamus, finally deciding to
speak after revealing his boy-meat.
“It’ll be fine!” reassured Tracey as she gently slapped the base of Shamus’
boy-meat.
“Oof” grunted Shamus in response to the slap.
“There we go, all nice and tucked in” smiled Tracey as she started to examine
the controls of the Milkshake Shaker Maker.
“Make it start slowly” requested Shamus.
“No problem!” agreed Tracey as she pressed the button the start the machine,
and then proceeded to press the slow-shake function.
“Ooohh, this really is good!” moaned Shamus in pleasure as he stared down at
his boy-meat to watch the machine pleasure it as it became stiff and erect.
“You could say that this use for the machine is the ‘Jizzmo’” snickered Tracey
as she began to feel herself after realising that watching Shamus grunt and
moan in pleasure gave her utter pleasure in return.
Suddenly the machine started to sputter and smoke, somehow causing it to turn
the shake speed to its highest ability, turbo speed.
“Tracey, this isn’t meant to happen, right?” questioned Shamus, starting to
panic.
“Not exactly” lied Tracey, knowing full well that it wasn’t.
Shamus couldn’t take it anymore, he started to try and pull his erect boy-meat
out of the tight holder, but to no avail. Shamus leaned back, his face filled
with complete panic. The machine started to shake, causing Shamus to lose his
balance, as he fell back, still with his boy-meat inside the holder. There was
a snapping sound as Shamus hit the ground.
“Shamus! What happened?” shouted Tracey as she ran over to Shamus.
Shamus said nothing as he stared directly down at his boy-meat, which seemed to
only be half its original size, and was now covered in blood. Tracey looked
back at the machine in horror, noticing the other half of Shamus’ boy-meat
still inside the holder. Shamus’ boy-meat had snapped in half.
“Traceyyyy!” whined Shamus.
"McBean, the famous inventor!" exclaimed Tracey proudly.
End Notes
     To those who are wondering, no, Tracey McBean is not sadistic. Her
     last line is a joke that is both used and (originally) from the
     show's introduction, where supporting characters are calling out her
     first name and then Tracey herself finishes the introduction neatly
     with "McBean, the famous inventor".
     (P.S. I guess Tracey McBean isn't actually a famous inventor, this is
     the only fanfiction of the Tracey McBean franchise on Ao3)
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
