More Toys In The Attic part 1

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: More Toys In The Attic
Date: 20 November 2011

More Toys in the Attic part 1
A BDSM Tale
Cal’s Turn
By Leo Devin


Tom had his first session with me several months ago. He came back almost every weekend to help me clean up around my farm, removing fallen limbs and cutting back undergrowth and repairing fences, and general maintenance and we like each others company. We had gotten the property in great shape and even had built a play barn and gotten it fully equipped. We had worked all winter and now spring was in the South again.

The weather was warming and Tom had certainly earned his next session, but the days he wanted were already promised to another boy that had scheduled his first session. I told Tom “I will contact the other boy and see what could be arranged.”

I did not ask the boy to reschedule but I did ask him “will you be willing to have Tom there, being worked on also? There is the possibility of Tom working on you, with my supervision.” It was more than the boy could have hoped for and one of his fantasies that he hadn’t told me about.

When I told Tom about the possible scenario, he also immediately agreed. Everything was working out. I could work both boys and make one do all the grunt work for me. This was a situation that was beneficial to all involved. Tom was instructed when to be here, that I had to pick up the other boy in the large city about forty miles away and I would need him to assist me in a kidnap scene.

Cal had been required to send me a full set of photos of himself, head to toe and naked. This is a requirement of all internet applicants. It’s necessary to be able to identify that it was indeed Cal I was taking. Taking the wrong guy could be a big problem! Cal wasn’t told how we would take him or when. He was given a list of six places to go, what time to be at each, and how long to stay before moving on to the next location.

He was given six to make sure he didn’t arrive early to one location and to throw him off balance, wondering which would be the real one.
The third on the list was chosen because I wanted to take him at dusk, so the light would be good enough for us to see by, but impossible for Cal to clearly see who was abducting him. It was my hope that he would assume it would be at the last location and be fully dark. I was not disappointed.

Tom arrived, wearing black sweats, his leather shorts, and the collar I had given him in his first session. He had never removed it because I have the only keys. He gave me a kiss, I fondled him, and we got the gear we would need ready. If I ever decided to keep a boy for good, it would be Tom. The combination of his great looks, personality, diversity, and stamina, are rare to find in one boy.

We drove to the third location, a deserted warehouse. Tom and I were there a good thirty minutes before Cal showed up and started milling around. The warehouse had a small inner office you had to walk through to get to the main area. Tom was inside and well hidden and I was outside close to the door where I could watch Cal enter. When he did, I moved up to the door and waited for him to go into the main area and moved into the office.

We waited until time for him to leave for the next location and when he got near the office door, I stepped into the doorway with a spotlight shining in his eyes. Tom came out from hiding and grabbed him around the neck from behind.

Much to my surprise, Cal fainted. We had him hooded, gagged, handcuffed behind his back and were placing the last shackle on his ankle when he came around and began to struggle and scream into the gag. We took the 'boy' back into the warehouse, chained him to a pipe, and I motioned for Tom to follow me outside.

Things had changed the instant that the 'boy' fainted and it took me awhile but I came up with an idea of how to take advantage of that most fortunate turn of events. I told Tom “We are not going to know what he was talking about if the 'boy' says that he has changed his mind and wants to be released, that I have been following him around for weeks trying to get him when he was ripe for picking.

He would be told that I had a buyer that had been waiting a long time for a boy that fits his description and that it will take a few days for the finances to go through, if they go through. I will tell him I will use him anyway I want until such time as it does, and if it doesn’t, he’s mine till I find another buyer or I get tired of him.

We plan on at least one intentionally overheard conversation where we are talking about how I came by owning Tom and ‘the others‘. (he will have no idea about any of ‘the others’, and will never see them because there are not any, but that is all part of the mind fuck I am going to lay on this guy.) I will occasionally send Tom to check and feed ‘the others’.

The whole time the 'boy' was with us; we would allude to his demise if no buyer could be found. I told Tom “I will be calling you 10 instead of Tom, in front of the 'boy'. I also warned him about using the 'boy's name and he reminded me that I hadn’t told him what it was. 10 was instructed not to call me anything but Sir, until the cat came out of the bag! 10 had a smile on his face so big I thought his teeth were going to fall out. We went back into the warehouse and released the 'boy' from the pipe.

10 and I carried him around to the side of the building to the truck, bucking and squirming the whole way, put him in the back seat (four door truck), and covered him with a blanket. I told 10 to “hold up a sec.” I got the 'boy's keys, wallet, watch, rings and all other personal effects he had in his pockets and told 10, loud enough for the 'boy' to overhear, “10, put this stuff in tha 'boy's car an lock ‘em in. An don‘t forget to wipe all ‘em prints of ‘em and the car.” (Winking at 10 and hoping he understood and he did)

10 faked his getting in the truck and I told both of them “I don’t want to hear a squeak out of either of ya till we git ‘ere we’re going.” (I don’t know where the dialect came from but for some reason, I started using an American version of the English cogney. I guess it goes back to the first rape scene of a male I saw, in the movie “Deliverance” and the backwoods boys that scared the bejesus out of me. I couldn‘t go camping for years after that!) 10 leaned in through the open window and said in a firm, loud voice, “SIR, YES SIR”. I had not expected this and smiled at this new aspect of 10! I could add the ability to think on his feet to the list of 10’s assets.

I told the 'boy' “be still now and ya might jest git out o’this in one chunk.” 10 followed me in the 'boy's car. I kept a close ear on the 'boy' as we drove the forty six miles back to my place. By the time we arrived, well after dark, the 'boy' was surely wondering about what he had gotten into. He had not seen any vehicle around the warehouse and I had not told him how far out of town I lived, he hadn’t asked.

He had not fully negotiated the scene. He had not set any limits other than that he could spend a few days, and didn’t want any blood or scat play. He didn’t even get a phone number from me or hear the sound of my voice. This boy needed to be taught the safe way to do things and experience is the best teacher. I love to teach boys new lessons.

My dungeon setup is in the attic, which is actually the second floor of the house that was left with just the framing done. There is a fully finished stairway, with locking doors at the top and the bottom. The door at the bottom keeps noses out while the door at the top, keeps them in! All the walls are bare two by four studs that are perfect to attaching eyebolts or simply tying off to.

The floors are three quarter plywood with rubber mats covering most and the ceiling is bare rafters. There are heaters and a full size four poster bed for me. The nearest bathroom, or running water, is at the base of the stairs. The space is big at about two thousand square feet.

Upon arrival, we faked Tom’s, 10’s getting out of the truck and carried the 'boy' up to the attic and laid him down next to one of the center support post. I locked a leather, four ‘D’ ring collar on him, and chained the collar to the post. I told 10 “strip an git the rest of tha huntin stuff an turn tha light off as ya go.”

The hood, a glorified sack with a drawstring, was taken off and a blindfold placed on the 'boy' while 10 was down stairs. I turned one light back on, toward the rear of the dungeon so that the lighting was indirect but we could see well. 10 returned with the duffle of gear and locked the door behind him. I put ankle cuffs and a pair of handcuffs, with a twelve inch chain between them, on him. These would be Tom’s, err 10’s (I‘ll never get used to this) ‘working’ restraints, for the times that he would assisting. I fastened a large bolt on weight to his balls and inserted a large butt plug in him. 10 was now ready to be my senior bottom for the first time.

The boy is struggling over at the post and trying to get his gag out. I checked it closely and it wasn’t going anywhere. The first order of business was to get the 'boy' stripped. He had originally been instructed to wear old cutoffs and old shirt that he could afford to loose. He was also instructed to pack a bag of things he wanted to have used on him and clothes for the return trip.

The 'boy' didn’t know that his car was in the driveway, as far as he was concerned, it was still at the warehouse with all his other stuff. I told 10 “cut ‘em clothes of tha boy an take em out back and burn em.” When the clothes came off, I told 10 “hmmm, I shore hope tha buyer guy backs out or tha green don’t come. This un here’ll make a rite nice add-on to my collection!” 10 just grinned big and took the stuff out back and did what he had been told to do.

I unchained the 'boy' from the post and re-attached the collar overhead to another chain that was hanging there for that purpose. It was tight enough that the 'boy' had to stand straight up to keep from choking himself. I ran my hands all over the splendid musculature of his upper body and down to his tight firm ass checks, further down his runner’s legs to his ankles. He tried to pull away from my touch and only succeeded in cutting of his air supply until I righted him. His tit got pinched hard for good measure and was left standing there until 10s return.

When 10 got back, I told him “I’m gonna wait a few days fore I call tha guy what ordered tha 'boy', we’re gonna have some fun wif ‘em for a spell. The buyer guy ain’t said nuthin bout tha boy bein a virgin, why should he git one. Hep me get tha leather cuffs on ’em and git ’em hangin spread eagle.”

10 placed and locked the leather wrist and ankle restraints, while I detached the collar chain. The boy was moved under the hoist and the hook was lowered. The 'boy's wrist restraints were connected to each other and the handcuffs were removed. I told 10 “hold one arm whilst I hook up tha other” and grabbed a chain attached to the wall at ceiling height. I took the struggling arm from 10 and told him “hold ‘em up so’s I can hook up tha other chain” and indicated the one on the opposite wall.

Now the 'boy' was hanging from his wrists with his toes about six inches off the floor. I told 10 “fast’n ‘em leg cuffs to ’em chains” and pointed to the ones at floor level on the walls below the arm chains and to pull them tight.

I removed the 'boy's black biker boots and socks, saying “these here’ll take longer to go up, but stay with ‘em till there’s nothin left of ‘em. And check ‘em boys in tha barn while yer at it, may need water an scrap bowls topped off.” and winked at 10. He went to the door, opened it and shut it. 10 was barefoot so he didn’t make any noise when he came back over and sat down on the mat.

I rubbed my hands over the 'boy' again and pinched a little here and a little there, like I was giving him a good inspection, which I was. He continued to squirm and was trying to say something so I removed his gag. He started yelling and screaming, “help”, so grabbing him by the balls, squeezing them, told him “shut it or loose ‘em!” He slowly quieted down as I began to squeeze harder.

I asked him “ya got anythin to say whilst ya can?” and sure enough, he started off with “this wasn’t in the deal and I demand to be taken back to my car!” I calmly asked him “what fuckin deal ya yakkin’ about, ya ain’t gittin outta here till yer paid fer.”

He went silent and his eyes started to get just the least bit bigger and he said “Stop pretending you don’t know what I am talking about. We arranged this weeks ago on the internet.” He kept on till I backhanded him across the mouth and he shut up. I told him “I ain’t gots a clue to what yer be yakkin ‘bout an don‘t give a rats ass, I’s had ya scoped out fer a month now. I been gittin damn tired a waitin fer ya ta go an git stupid enuff ta go somewheres I could nab ya. Yer done already sold an I’m just waiting on tha green. Good green too. Ya got anythin else ta put in besides that crap yer talkin.”

The boy starts in again with the “stop pretending you don’t know wha-----” and he gets backhanded again, this time, hard enough that a little blood trickles from the side of his mouth. I told him “open up” and when he doesn’t, I squeeze the hell out of his balls. He opens his mouth to start screaming and I stuff the gag back in his mouth and buckle it, tight!

He is jerking around so much it looks like he’s about to pull his arms out of their sockets. I told him to “quit yer squirmin or ya’ll damage yerself an I cain’t sell goods what’s broke. Don‘t make me put ya under, that’s near too risky even fer me”. That made him stop pulling at his chains so much, but he was still livid. I let go of his balls and decided to put some weight on them. I wrapped his ball sac with a cord, starting from the base of his sizable cock and wound very tightly until his sac was pulled down so far the skin covering his balls was shiny, and then back up to where I started and tied the ends together.

I took another cord and tied it as close to his balls as I could get. I added several weights to this cord and set the package to swinging. The boy started to buck again and found that when he did, it made matters worse! I looked over a 10 and motioned for him to come back from his chores.

He opened and closed the door and walked heavily over to me and told me “Tha boys out yonder n tha barn had lots ta eat an don’t need no more water neither. That little’un is still cryin for his momma and won’t quit. Oh, and once ‘em fancy boots got ta burnin theys went up real good. Shame to have burnt ‘em, they was tha right size an all, but theys all gone now! I even burryd the ashes.”

I looked at 10 with astonishment, a big grin, and said to him “Haven’t I told ya enuff that yer only ta talk when I tells ya! Ya did so good on tha way back I was gonna let ya help wif this un. Now I may have ta give ya a whuppin boy.”

10 started to reply, but I told him “now don’t ya go gittin gabby agin.” The 'boy' has stopped all his efforts to get free and is listening closely to what we are saying. 10 piped up with “SIR, YES SIR!” so loud it made the 'boy' and me both jump. It’s a good thing I have the 'boy' blinded, because I almost lost my composer and cracked up.

I told 10 “damn boy, it’s all er nothin with ya, ain’t it” and 10 ripped of another “SIR, YES SIR”. Now we were both about to loose it and that would just not do so early in the game. I told him “git outta ‘ere afore I smack ya. No hole up a sec, I got me a better notion.”

I took 10 over to the support post and locked his handcuff chain over his head. I whispered in his ear “I am going to beat you and you are going to scream bloody hell until you pass out. I really am going to flog you but you needed to make it sound like your being cut to ribbons.

I have some fake blood left over from Halloween and when I finish your flogging, I will apply it in streaks and then get the bull whip and make noise in your general direction.” 10 shook his head in agreement and I retrieved the flogger, bullwhip and fake blood. When I came back I told him “Ya been needin this for a long time, boy!” I started the real flogging that 10 really did enjoy so much.

The first blow brought a yelp and I know I didn’t hit him that hard, I gave him a stern, ‘don’t over do it‘ look when he turned his head to look at me. The next blow was harder and this time he gave me the look! The next twenty minutes I really concentrated on giving 10 a good and thorough whipping.

By the time I was finishing, he was in real tears and loving every second. I put the flogger down and went to him, held and rubbed him till he nodded for me to go on with what I was going to do and I started drizzling the fake blood all over his back in crisscross patterns and long streaks.

I picked up the bull whip and started cracking it about a foot away from 10. He screamed wonderfully at each gunshot crack of the whip! The louder the crack, the louder the scream. He broke the last scream halfway through and knelt down slowly letting his weight rest on the cuffs. I walked around behind the 'boy' and told him “look close an quick boy! This here is what comes of boys what don’t obey me proper!” and I lifted the blindfold up and long enough for him to see what was left of 10s’ back.

He tried to gasp at what he saw and I felt a shiver run down his body. The fake blood had time to ’drip down 10s back and down is ass and part way down one leg. He really did look like he’d been beaten unconscious. When the 'boy' tried to turn his head to look at me, I dropped the blindfold back in place.

I went to 10 and released the cuff chain from the post and told him “go git cleaned up an put some o’ tha salve on ‘em sores so they don’t git festered.” I had about enough of this ‘vernacular’ and put earplugs, designed for heavy industrial use, in the 'boy's ears so he wouldn’t be able to hear anything but muffled noises.

10 had gone downstairs and was taking a shower. I went down and joined him. The doors were left open so I could hear if the 'boy' got to making noises that weren’t normal, considering the situation. I toweled off and put on just a leather jock, made phone call and headed back upstairs.

I had called a couple I had played with before and told them about the session that was in progress and that I need a few ‘stable boys’ if they could drop by sometime early this evening and stay the night. They thought it would be a hoot to help out and agreed to come. They asked if I needed more guys for the night because they knew a bunch of guys into the scene that had a party canceled on them and they had called looking for something to do.

I told them “sure, but it might get kinda boring for them just sitting around waiting to play their roles in the scene. I won’t have time to work everyone, but they are welcome to work on each other, as long as the 'boy' doesn’t see or hear them until I am ready for him to. Play in the small barn or hang out by the pool if you want. Dress the parts you are to play, stable boys, and at least a few market slaves. They told me that they had the required toys and would bring there own stuff.

To be continued

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