More Toys In The Attic part 2

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: More Toys In The Attic part 2
Date: 20 November 2011

More Toys in the Attic
A BDSM Tale
Cal’s Turn Part Two
By Leo Devin


I returned to the attic before 10, after all, he was still wearing ankle cuffs and handcuffs. I start looking at the 'boy' and really look at him. He had sandy blonde hair, I can’t tell what his eye color was but it will be a long time before I find out. His upper torso was very well defined, and the nipples were standing at attention. The arms were a little more developed than 10’s, house framers look.

He doesn’t seem to be having any problem being suspended from his wrists. He had a nice bubble butt and a generous, cut, cock with a large head, which had slowly started to rise. His upper thighs were powerhouses and the calves were formed just right. His feet had nice high arches and the soles of his feet were soft and pliable, no calluses. His hands were soft but strong and there were no calluses there either, a gymnast’s body. 10 makes it upstairs at last and I told him “I put earplugs in the 'boy'.”

I need to pause here and tell you that Cal and I had very long on-line sessions and I know what he likes and what he hates. He has given me examples of how far he has gone in some areas and which areas are new to him. He is by no means a virgin, or inexperienced in BDSM. I do have a copy of his online consent for this scene, in a little bit different format, but I will stay within the parameters of our original agreement.

But Cal will not find out till the end that he got only what he asked for. He is now so wrapped up in the fact that he has been stolen by someone that he has no idea who they are, two some ones actually, and truly believes he will be sold into slavery. I still have not changed the premise on which the session stands. The 'boy' is being held for money and used till it gets there, and getting a lesson in negotiations and being fully prepared to enter an agreement to start with. Enough of that!

I have gotten horny and wanted to fuck this boy. We get him down and tied to the paddle horse with his ass up in the air. He was still trying to get away and I slapped him to get him to stop. I lubed his ass and he really started to squirm and jerk on his ropes. I rammed a small dildo up his ass and he screamed into his gag before settling into the rhythm of my thrusting of the dildo. Once he started to enjoy it, I replaced the dildo with my condom covered cock. He screamed into the gag again and took a little longer to get used to being filled.

I was ramming his ass good while 10 stroked the 'boy's cock with one hand and tortured the 'boy's tits with the other. When I got close to cuming, I told 10 to “take my place.” I came, pulled out, and 10 was right there to take up where I left off. 10 is thicker and much longer than I am and the 'boy' screams again. I assume 10’s role in keeping the 'boy's cock busy while making his tits scream in pain. When 10 was ready to come, he told me, and I got a large butt plug and got ready to insert it. The plug was bigger still than 10, but short. 10 climaxed and pulled out and I immediately shoved the plug home, eliciting another scream into a gag. One of my favorite sounds!

I told 10 “I am taking the gag off the 'boy' and just let him rant if he wants to. I will let him get it out of his system.” I removed the gag and the 'boy' just lay over the horse breathing heavy. I slap his ass hard and he screams “what the hell was that for!” I pat his ass and place my hand over his mouth gently. He shuts up right away.

10 and I went over to the bed and lay next to each other, his back to my front, and we rested up a bit. After forty five minutes or so, the 'boy' starts to sob. He was mumbling in-between sobs “please don’t sell me. I’ll be good. Please let me go.” Good, he had totally bought into the fact that someone unknown to him has really taken him. Now the 'boy' gets to have a few days of session done in silence.

The boy eventually stopped sobbing and muttering. It was time to move him from the paddle horse to something a little more stimulating. I knew from what he had told me on-line that he did not like to be tickled. I decided to hang him by his legs and give him some electrical stimulation to make his body super sensitive then tickle him. 10 helped me get him off the paddle horse and changed out the leather cuffs on the 'boy's ankles for the leather suspension ankle cuffs.

While he was lying on the mat, I thought it was time to change out the blindfold for a full leather hood. I told 10 “get the big flashlight, the one we used when we took the 'boy' and shine it in his face when I remove the blindfold and keep it there until I get the hood over his head.” After I got the hood on his head, I sat him up and laced the hood up very tightly. The hood had two nose holes and a mouth hole. He still had the earplugs in and now he really couldn’t hear a thing.

I had 10 put the thigh to wrist restrains on the 'boy' and I hoist him up to where I didn’t have to bend over to play with his inverted upper body. I began his torment with the U.V. Wand, grounded to my body so that my touch was what delivered the spark. I could control how much the 'boy' got shocked by moving my fingers or hands closer for a lighter shock or further away for a more stinging shock. I could touch the 'boy's skin to deliver a tingling sensation that didn’t even feel like a shock.

I started with his nipples, which had been pre-tenderized. He jerked and yelled out but a hand on the mouth, 10’s, stopped the noise. He had learned that if he wanted to avoid a gag and punishment, he must not yell out. He still made noises as I moved to other parts of his upper body and groin. When I got to his balls with the weight on them, he yelled out again and 10 tapped his mouth twice.

The boy stopped. When I ran my fingers down the shaft of his cock he yelped out again. This time I told 10 “put the penis gag in.” After it was inserted, I turned up the juice and re-visited the places I had been before, in the same order. At the end of that, I turned up the volume even more and started from the beginning again.

The boy knew where I was going to end up and as I got closer and closer, he squirmed more and more. The boys fists were clenching and unclenching, the noises in his throat got louder and louder. When I got to the balls, the 'boy' was writhing. As I moved from the base of his cock to his head he came. I turned off the U. V. wand and ungrounded myself. I got the cattle prod off the wall and had the 'boy' lowered until his head was a few inches above the floor.

The first zap of the prod was on the 'boy's bare foot, in the center of the arch. The boys reaction was violent and immediate. He had convulsed like a fish on a hook just pulled from the water. This set the 'boy' to swinging and spinning. I did not act to stop this movement. He needed to learn the consequences of his actions, plus, it gave me a moving target.

I didn’t have to walk around him now. I could stand in one spot and hit him where ever I wished. The boy’s tits were a prime target along with his ass. I saved his tortured balls for last. I placed the prod back on its hook, once more I raised the 'boy' to working level, and started the tickling process, lightly touching here and there, in the same pattern as the Wand. When I finished the first circuit he was swinging so much that I had 10 hold the 'boy's head still.

Now I tickled in a random pattern until the 'boy' began to have trouble breathing. I told 10 “remove the gag” and resumed my tickle torture. I finished off by digging harder and harder into the 'boy's sensitive areas. He was spewing cuss words left and right, at the top of his lungs, in between breaths. I grabbed his balls and gave them a good yank in payment for the cussing. We left him hanging there to stew for a few hours. While the 'boy' was hanging around doing nothing, it was 10s turn for pain.

I replaced 10’s cuffs with a shoulder to wrist restraint for his arms and leg binders, laying him on the mat. I exchanged the butt plug he had for his favorite bi polar electric butt plug. I also placed an elastic electric cock band around his cock. I connected one lead to the band and the other to his metal ball weight. Now I had two separate circuits to set to different rhythms, rates, and current levels. I set the current on each to 10’s comfort level and varied the pulses so they would not coincide with each other. I also set the duration of each pulse to a different cycle.

10 got settled into the patterns and I turned the current to a painful level. 10 drew in a sudden breath in response, and did not cry out. I gave him more juice. Now 10 was emitting a low, growling groan. Just where he needed to be! I lay down on the bed and watched my boys in their own worlds. To quote a song by Edie Brickell, they were “lost in the moment of what they need.” As 10’s growl began to ebb, I would go over and turn up the current until I got the growling I wanted.

The second time I got up to increase the volume, I noticed that 10 had cum on himself. I told him “You will pay for that!” and turned the current up to an almost unbearable level. 10’s growl had grown to a restrained yell of pain. I let the new setting stand and left 10 that way for what seemed to him, an eternity. When I finally Gave 10 a break and turned off the power, he whispered, “sir, thank you sir“, which was as much as he had in him. I released him from his restraints and replaced his previous plug, and re-attached his cuffs. I told him “go play with the new boy” and he did.

I watched 10 as he lowered the 'boy' to where the 'boy's chest would be if 10 were to sit in front of him, released the 'boy's wrists from the thigh/wrist restraints, one at a time, and chained each arm to a lower wall chain. He did sit in front of the 'boy' and started to nibble on the 'boy's tits, while tickling him. He would bite down on a nipple then tickle the 'boy' until he jerked enough to pull his tit out of 10’s teeth. (Tom was a top before I got hold of him. He had been a top for many years and he had a good name for himself. I am proud to say that I changed all that. Now he is one of the best bottoms I have ever run across.)

When 10 tired of the biting, and had regained some of his strength, he placed tit clamps on the 'boy', stood and started sucking and licking on the 'boy's cock. He would bring the 'boy' to the very edge of orgasm and stop. After the fifth time, the 'boy' began begging for 10 to either let him cum or to stop. 10 just kept on going as if he were as deaf as the 'boy'. 10 had him shaking all over from the need of internal release. When he finally did stop, the 'boy' had not cum. I told 10 “come over here and give me some of that.” He did, for about an hour, but the last time he brought me to climax.

It was getting late and 10 and I needed our rest for the night. I asked 10 “do you want to sleep bound or not?” He elected to be bound, as usual, and I told him “you have to help me get the 'boy' ready for bed first. Take him down very slowly, so the 'boy' can get used to not being upside down.” 10 gave me a ‘go-to-hell,-I-know-what-I’m- doing’ look and let the 'boy' down slow.

The boy’s arms did not need to be released but the chains did need to be tightened up a bit. 10 removed the suspension restraints from the ankles and put a chain on each. He secured the other ends of the chains to opposite walls placing the 'boy' in a loose spread eagle on his back. He then removed a tit clamp. The boy went off on a screaming tangent again so 10 viciously pinched the tit making the 'boy' scream louder and start his cussing again.

This got him another ball squeeze from 10, who was not a gentle as I had been. 10 removed the other clamp and the 'boy' screamed more, then started to cry, begging 10 to stop hurting him. (And Cal had signed up for a 3 day session? I guess when you know it isn’t for real, you can take a lot more pain, or is it that when you know it’s a scene, you relax more and can thus take more?) 10 kept working both tits for another ten minutes. By this time, the 'boy' was becoming touch shy.

He practically came unwound when I tried to put the catheter on the head of his cock for the night. Speaking of unwound, I released his balls from their wrappings before I got the catheter on the 'boy' and got the tube attached to a bucket that I set beside him. He couldn’t hear anyone approach and he couldn’t see anyone approach, but he might be able to feel them coming near while he was on the floor. He would really be jumpy tomorrow after having two of his senses deprived overnight. The boy had been put to bed and now it was time for me to put 10 to bed.

I told 10 “lay face down on the bed.” I got my black ropes and went to him. I bound his wrists together behind his back, inside of wrist touching inside of wrist, and bound his ankles together, side by side, not crossed. I moved 10 to where he was crossways on the bed and rolled him over. I lifted his legs and placed his heels on one of my shoulders while I bound this lower thighs and upper calves. I placed his feet on the floor and sat him up. I then bound his upper arms to his torso.

I placed my hand on his forehead and pushed him back on the bed. I removed his weight from his balls, straightened him up on the bed and rolled him on his side facing away from me. I removed his plug, pulled the light string and lay down behind him. We fit like we were made for each other. I slept until about an hour before dawn, woken by a very upset boy, chained to the floor, in some attic, who knows where, with no hope of salvation.

I quickly got up to see if anything had gone terribly wrong. Nothing had, but the 'boy' was chanting “cramp, cramp, cramp“, just under his breath. I had to laugh then. He must not have heard me or felt me approach, or he was to caught up in his cramps to notice. When I touched him, he started with a jump and a scream. The jump caused the chains to bite painfully into his wrists and ankles and he started moaning and crying again. I removed the tube from the catheter, released the chains on his ankles then chained his ankles together.

With the unused chain I now had, I chained his collar to a post. I released a wrist at a time chaining them near his ankles on the remaining chain there and brought the whole bundle up close to his chest and locked the remaining chain to his collar. Now the 'boy' was chained in a fetal position and I went back to bed. Before falling back to sleep, I had one other thing to take care of. My cock slipped easily into 10 and after cuming in him, fell asleep in him. I only got another hour of sleep.

This time it was10 that woke up jerking with a leg cramp. I rolled him on his stomach and started moving his legs for him, massaging and moving, until he was able to relax. Seeing his muscles cramped got me hot again but I decided to wait till I got the 'boy' up. 10 also had to pee now and I wasn’t ready to release 10 yet. He was giving me the hurry up and untie me look and I just smiled and walked away.

I went to the cabinet and got another catheter for 10. I got a plastic milk jug and sat it beside the bed. I hooked 10 up and told him to go for it. He mumbled “thanks, am I going to get to play with the 'boy' at all today?” told him “we would have to see. We are supposedly selling this boy, not having a good time and I didn’t want the 'boy' to catch on to us just yet. After all, do slave traders have all this type of equipment?”

Then I thought to myself, yea they probably would. They would be just as interested in playing with the slaves as they would be in getting the best price or they wouldn‘t be in the biz. 10 replied “yea they probably would. If I really was a slave trader, I would!” It was no holds barred now. I still kept 10 bound while I went down and made my breakfast. I came back with a protein shake for each of the 'boy's.

The first thing to be done with the 'boy' today was to wash him out good. After I released 10, I told him “Release the 'boy', get him in waking bondage and get him to the bathroom.” 10 got the old prison shackles and placed them on the 'boy' before releasing him from his chains.

He helped the 'boy' to stand and walked him around a bit to work out the kinks in his muscles. I showed 10 the new enema kit I had gotten mail order and told him “Clean the 'boy' out. When you are finished, if it is warm enough outside, hose off the outside of the 'boy' too. If it is too cool, throw him in the shower, either way the 'boy' is to be roughly and thoroughly scrubbed down for inspection, like the livestock before a sale.

I have one more thing before you get started, come over to the dresser.” I pulled out the new dog training collar, with the electrodes on it. 10’s grin told me all I needed to know. I had already refitted the strap with a locking leather strap. I locked it around 10s cock and balls with the electrodes underneath.

There was no way for him to get it off, short of cutting the strap and he knew the kind of trouble he would be in if he did. I waited till he got down the stairs to try it. I gave him the lowest of the five jolts I had set it for. There are four power levels that have to be set before the device is used. Each power level has five settings of intensity.

I set the power level to the second highest, and hit the 1 button on the remote to deliver the least powerful of the five settings available. I heard a ‘Damn!’ emanate from the downstairs bathroom.

Once I could heard them finishing up in the bathroom, I went downstairs to observe 10 scrubbing the 'boy'. 10 was thoughtful enough to wrap the hood with plastic and stick a tube in the mouth hole for the 'boy' to breathe through. It was warm enough outside so 10 hosed him down with a spray nozzle.

I helped dry them both off. I have a Shop Vac that is kept clean and only used for the ‘blowing’ feature and I used this to dry off the 'boy' and his shackles. It works wonders for preventing most rust, but a little is good. The tilt of the 'boy’s head indicated that he was thoroughly humiliated with having to be washed up. 10 and I helped the 'boy' back upstairs and chained him by his collar, standing, to the central post facing it.

10 and I agreed that the 'boy' has had the hood on long enough and we exchanged it for a blindfold as we had before, with the flashlight in the 'boy's eyes. His wrists were released from the shackles and cuffed behind his back. The ankles were freed and the last of the moisture on the 'boy' and the shackles is dried off. I started setting up the bungee sling while 10 released the 'boy' from the post and walked him over to the hoist.

I got him positioned in the sling face down. His thighs and knees were held to his sides by a belt. The belt went across the back, between his legs and sides, under his thighs, out around his thighs back over the back to be buckled. A second belt was secured around his chest and handcuffed arms in the opposite manner, across the chest below his nipples, around his upper arms, and back to his chest to be buckled. This pulled his elbows forward.

10 raised the hoist to bring the 'boy’s face and ass up to crotch level. 10 had not replaced the plug in the 'boy' after the cleanout, which was good. 10 didn’t have permission to do so and I hadn’t told him to. I bolted a heavy ball weight/stretcher on the 'boy' and screwed the eyebolt attachments into the weight. I hung more weight from the eyebolts. Moving around to the 'boy's head, I forced my cock into his mouth. This time he greedily started to suck.

I told 10 “take the other end!” We got a swinging motion going so that when 10 pulled the 'boy' onto his cock, mine slid most of the way out of the 'boy's mouth. When I pulled the 'boy' back, 10’s cock slid outward. We kept this motion going for some time and we both were getting very close to cuming. We stopped, saving our loads for later, and I inserted a long slender dildo up the 'boy's ass and duct taped in it.

I raised the hoist so the 'boy's ass was up to face height so that I could access the 'boy's chest without bending over. I put hemostats on his exposed nipples and added weights to these. The hoist was lowered back to fucking height. The boy was now in agony. I got a palm sized paddle and started warming his ass cheeks. Rapid little blows that didn’t hurt by themselves but added all together they really started to hurt.

Once I had covered his ass cheeks and they were bright red, I began slapping the paddle a little harder and in random patterns. The boy had all the weights swinging wildly now and was screaming again. I told 10 “plug that hole up and be quick about it.” I continued the paddling until I could see bruises developing, stopped and wiped his cheeks down with an alcohol swab. This got his ass really stinging.

10 had inserted the biggest ball gag I had in my collection in the 'boy's mouth and the noise had been very effectively reduced. We left the 'boy' to rest as best he could and I took 10 to the cross and spread eagled him, face out.

To be continued

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