More Toys In The Attic part 3

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: More Toys In The Attic part 3
Date: 20 November 2011

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

10 (Tom), was tied to the cross tight enough that he was almost suspended and a ball weight/stretcher and tit clamps with eyelets was added. Cords were tied to the eyelets and to the sides of the cross to stop any lateral movement 10 might try to make. A cord was tied around his ball sac on the ball side of the weight and tied the other end to the rear support leg of the cross, keeping 10 from making any forward movement. I gave 10 a good sized ball gag and placed a blindfold on him.

The heavy duty cattle prod was taken down from the wall and I gave him a jolt on his left inner thigh. 10’s spasm was so hard that he pulled both tit clamps loose. The clamps were reapplied, tightened and I jolted the other thigh. The clamps held, but 10 was not at all happy about the new toy. He had only just gotten used to the old prod with only two batteries in it.

Now he was dealing with the business end of a four battery, higher (higher or lower, I am not sure but it means more power per battery) capacitor prod. The arm pits were next and 10 was leaking moisture from beneath the blindfold, but his cock told me that he was enjoying this.

I pressed the #3 button on the remote control of the dog trainer and 10 yanked his balls a good one. He had forgotten about the cock box. The button was hit again and held for a three second burst. 10 went limp on the cross painfully pulling on his tits, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each quick breath. He was turning his head back and forth indicating no more of the cock box.

I hit him with a jolt of the prod on his right side where he would develop love handles if he let himself go to seed. This succeeded in getting him standing again. To make it even I got the other side in the same spot. 10 let his head hang back and gave up trying to maintain any support from his legs and hung from his wrists, despite the pull on his tits.

Leaving 10 for a while, I returned to the 'boy's ass which was very exposed due to his position in the bungee sling. He was ready for some more paddling. He was paddle slapped for another five minutes and wiped with alcohol again. Now that all of the 'boy's weights were swinging erratically again, I pressed and held the low setting on 10s cock box again. He screamed into his gag and squirmed in place for a second until I released the button.

Moving to 10 I started to rub his magnificent chest, making his tits pull on the clamps held by the cords. I wrapped my hand around his cock and massaged it back and forth. When I let go, it would have slapped his belly but the cord on his balls kept it parallel with the floor. 10’s cock was oozing pre-cum at a steady rate.

I went back to check on the 'boy' and sure enough, his was oozing at a similar rate. The 'boy' was jacked off and when he came, he got all the weights moving again. Once the weights stopped swinging I removed the weights from the nipple clamps and added them to the 'boy's balls.

He was raised back up so I could work on his chest. I removed a clamp and waited only long enough for some blood to return before pinching and twisting it, bringing screams to the 'boy's throat. They didn’t get much farther. The clamp replaced, I removed the other, pinching and twisting it too. That clamp was replaced and I went back to poor 10. Remember, 10 had signed on for a full session too and I had neglected him for too long.

The cords holding the tit clamps to the cross came off and then the clamps themselves were removed. I twisted and pinched both tits simultaneously, pulling as I twisted. The clamps went back on and I tied the cords together behind 10’s neck, pulling his tits up.

10’s cock got milked for a good twenty five minutes and he did not get to come. He got another quick jolt of the #3 button and I watched his cock jump. The clamps came off again and I let them hang there on 10’s chest as I tortured his nipples even more.

Taking each nipple in my mouth in turn, I gave each a good suck, drawing the blood back into them fully, and then bit each one. (Try this; bite down on the tip of your little finger just enough to keep pressure on it. Hold it there for a minute or two and then suck on it).

10 was now in that place where bottoms go, that they love so much. All of 10’s endorphins were out and running through his nervous system. I could tell because every few seconds he would push his hips forward, slightly pulling on his balls to keep the endorphins at that level. I left him alone so he could enjoy it. Now for the 'boy'.

I removed the weights from the 'boy's balls and lowered the hoist enough to get him out of the bungee sling. His hands still cuffed behind his back, held down by a belt, I got the rigid metal neck to wrist restraint out (an upside down T with a shackle welded to each end that is held shut with a hex screw) and fastened the neck part on the 'boy'.

I have found that the wrist cuffs are too big to keep a wrist in, but not too small for some ankles. These were fastened to the 'boy's legs and now he was held in a forward leaning position feet spread about two feet apart, knees by his ears, with his arms tightly pinned to his torso. Taking 2 cords, I reach between his spread feet and tie them to the eyes on the ball weight.

The ends of these cords get tied together around the bar going from the 'boy's neck to the leg spreader, pulling his balls tightly forward making the 'boy' pull his feet even closer to his ass. I remove his tit clamps and let him sit there and suffer. He still has his long thin dildo taped in. My boys are left to think and rest.

I go down stairs and make myself some lunch frying some bacon just so the aroma will fill the dungeon. The exhaust fan is vented directly under the cross. Each of the boys are getting a protein shake and I return to the dungeon. I was right about the bacon; both boys are alert and squirming. Going to 10 first, removing his gag, I give him his shake making him take it all at once and re-gag 10.

The same is done for the 'boy'. I place a catheter over the head of the 'boy's cock and connect the tube and bucket. 10 gets hooked up the same way and given his jug. 10’s blindfold is removed so he can see the position the 'boy' is in and I think I saw a tinge of jealousy cross his face.

I asked 10 if he thought he was going to get a good lunch and he nodded yes. He was then asked if he had ever had a good meal while he was bound by a session contract. He shook his head no and bowed his head. I fed the 'boy' next.

Its late afternoon and I had noticed that some of the cavalry had arrived. I had not told 10 that I had enlisted reinforcements and they would come as a shock to him. The guys had gone directly to the small barn and unloaded their gear, then moved their cars into the hangar.

Going to change in the master bedroom I put on black leather: harness, jock strap with a snap off crotch cover, chaps (I had belt loops placed on the chaps so I could wear a studded belt with them when not wearing them over jeans), arm bands, wrist guards, and boots. I also get my mirrored shades, attached 10’s remote to my belt, and the cap. The situation dictated that I look like the Master off all I survey!

The guys had formed groups and were getting started in their own individual scene’s waiting until someone came and told them what parts they had to play. Two of the boys, Paul and Mike, were having a slight problem. They wanted to be bound together but didn’t have anyone to tie them.

Paul, thirty one years old, a reddish/blonde with hazel eyes, who stood at five feet and seven inches, was very pleasant to look at despite being on the pale side. Mike, on the other hand, had a deep golden tan, light sandy blonde hair with natural streaks of almost white running through it and blue eyes. He was five foot eleven and twenty eight years old.

Paul decides to enlist the help of Sean, the guy that invited them here. He asked Sean if he could help find someone to tie them together and every hour or so to come back and change their positions. Sean said he would do it, that bondage was his favorite thing and he was good at it. Sean asked them where they wanted to be first and they pointed to the main post in the center of the barn. Sean backed them up to the post and told them to stay.

They must have been together for some time because they barked out their “Sir, Yes Sir’s” in unison. Sean goes over to the equipment room and gets a laundry basket full of rope and returns. (Sean and his lover have been here many times and know the layout well; they have even had their own separate sessions in the attic dungeon!)

Both boys have collars on, presumably each others, and Sean ties these together on each side of the post. He tells them to raise their arms and he wraps their chests with six wraps and ties it off. He takes another rope and wraps the wrap between the post and Paul leaving it loose. He makes another wrap around the wrap between the post and Mike, makes it snug, and tightens the previous wrap.

He moves Paul’s arms to Mike’s sides, goes to Mike’s side of the post and binds Paul’s wrists together, back to back. This way he can’t touch Mike. Sean takes one of Mike’s arms and threads it under one of Paul’s arms and ties Mike’s wrists in front of Paul the same way. They each have one arm over and one arm under the others arm.

Sean does a criss-cross wrapping where each set of arms cross each other at the elbows. Sean wraps the waist area, as he did their chests. He bent down and moving one foot of each boy, tied them together, forcing the guys to put their weight on the other foot.

Sean went to the other side and repeated the process, making the guys stand on their toes and placing some of their weight on the chest and waist bindings. Now Sean wrapped the upper thighs as the chest was done and again, just above the knees. These two were not going anywhere! The last touch was to gag and blindfold the guys. Sean asked them if they were good to go and they even nodded in unison. Sean told them he would be back when he could after a few hours had passed. They nodded in acceptance. Sean was not back for a long time.

Joining the cavalry, I instructed one of the guys “move the 'boy's car, keys are in it, to the hangar.” I went to the play barn and checked to see what the guys were up to. They already had one boy suspended upside down from the pulley in the rafters, a well built redhead, and another pair of boys tied back to back in the center against a post, each ones arms tied together around the others body.

I picked a cute black headed boy with light blue eyes, Sean (one of the original couple I called) told him his name would be 6 and borrowed a pair of handcuffs, leg cuffs and collar and leash (they were actually his to start with) and placed them on 6 and lead him back to the dungeon. 10’s eyes almost fell out of his head when I came back with this gorgeous boy, cuffed and shackled in tow. I introduced 6 to 10 then gagged 6 and locked his leash to a wall stud.

10’s ankles were untied, moved together and his anklecuffs put back on. I untied his wrists and cuffed them behind his back with regular cuffs. The clamps hanging around his neck were removed and I untied the cord holding his balls to the cross, leaving it attached to his balls. I tied it to the center of the chain between the anklecuffs and tightened enough to yank his balls with each step. A leash was attached to 10s collar and he was led to the play barn.

He heard the screams and moans before he got in the barn and looked at me incredulously. I stopped and I asked him “Would you have any objections to being boy sat for a while.” He just looked at me with wonder in his eyes. Glancing down at his cock, I saw it was bouncing up and down with his heart beat, nodding yes. I walked him into the barn and took him over to Robert, who was 6’s lover. I introduced 10 as 10 and then introduced 10 to 7. I told Robert “7 is your name for now.”

7 was tall and thin, had brown hair and very light brown eyes. Even though he was thin he was very strong, deceptively strong. I told 7 “play with 10 and keep him busy but don’t mark him or let him cum. He is not to have anything in his ass, no matter how much he begs and leave the gag in! The rest of the boys are to keep there hands off, this one is my ‘personal property’ and you are responsible.”

Turning to 10, I explained to him “The 'boy' has seen you and seen you with cuts all over your back. I want to drive this illusion home and I see that you almost believe it now.” 10 shook his head yes. “I am going to leave you here with 7 and he will take good care of you. These other boys are window dressing for the 'boy', understand. I will bring him down here blind folded and lock him in a stall shortly.

When his blindfold is removed, I don’t think he will recognize you among the others here, too much to take in. I am going to tell all the guys what is going on where you can listen, understand?” 10 agreed and shuffled over to 7 and put his head on 7’s shoulder. 7 told me “No wonder you want to keep this one.”

I yelled “Everyone listen up. I’ll owe each one of you big time if you can carry this off. I don’t know how much you have been told, but I have a boy who really believes he has been taken by a slave trader. I need your help to drive the point across. There will be more dungeon barn parties for everyone, if this works.”

I got a round of applause and whistles from those that could still move and/or speak. I continued “I will be bringing him down here to stay for awhile, until I put him away for the night. Those of you topping will be my regular stable of boys and have been here for up to a year. Each of you Tops comes up with a story of how I got you and how long you have been here. If you want you can make up something that I have on you, to keep you here. Something I am blackmailing you with. Keep it simple.

Now for all of you that are bottoms. You have been here less than a few months and you have seen many boys come and go. Each of you makes up your story as to how I got you. All of you need to tell the 'boy' that you saw one boy try to escape and that he was caught and tortured and was never seen again, and a pile of dirt outside of the barn appeared the next night.

I want this boy to really, really believe that his life as he knew it, is OVER. He failed to negotiate his scene, he did not get a phone number or address where he would be. He never even heard my voice.

This is how I came up with this idea.” and I told them about his fainting and everything that had happened, that they should be aware of. I added “some of you will have to remain bound the entire time he is with you here, like the newest boys. Like the ones that can’t be trusted not to run away or the ones that are about to be sold.

Some of you have met the men that are going to buy you, and others have not. Some of you, the ones that are not bound and can play with the ones that are, love the fact that you are here and were saved from a worse fate. Anyone have any questions? Oh! I’ll pick a number for you to be called.”

There were a few minor questions but nothing complicated. Some of the boys decided to try and make friends with the new boy, who would not have a number because he was being sold so soon. He would remain, the 'boy'. I walked around and gave them all their numbers and soon found I couldn’t keep track.

Going into the barn office I came back with a washable marker and wrote each ones number on their forehead, the back of their right hand, and their left butt cheeks. I even remembered not to write one on 10. I had called him 10 in front of the 'boy'.

I told everyone not to call 10 by number, and to tell the 'boy' I could be a real mean mother fucker if crossed, but the best daddy if I was pleased. They were informed they had three hours before the 'boy' was brought to them. Paul and Mike, the pair tied to the post, only knew that they had been given a double digit number.

I looked around and found a blond that was chained by the neck to a stable door and asked him “Where is you master?” His number was 9 and he told me “I don’t have one, Sir, one of the other boys chained me here and left me. I really don’t mind, Sir.”

I asked him “no really, are you here with someone or are you free to come with me for some dungeon work?” He replied “Oh, I really am alone. One of the guys I had just met brought me and said all I had to do was sit chained up and look scared and pretty. I would enjoy serving you, sir. I have heard so much about you Sir!”

I asked him “Where is your key and what is your name?” and he said “on the nail on the wall back there, I could reach it if I had to, and my name is Cody Sir.” and he pointed to the back wall of the stall he was chained to. I retrieved the key and unlocked the end of the chain around his neck and took the key and padlock with me. I stood 9 up and told him to come with me.

To be continued!
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