More Toys In The Attic part 4

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: More Toys In The Attic part 4
Date: 20 November 2011

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

Cody, (9), was as much a twin for the 'boy' in build as he could be, but those piercing dark blue eyes were the boys best facial asset. He was naked when I found him and kept him that way for the walk back to the house. By the time we got there his cock had grown to nine inches, I guess coincidence or fate decided that I picked that number for him.

This boy was a brick shithouse with a four by four sticking out the door. I could fall for this one too! I got him upstairs and told him to kneel. A chain collar was placed on 9 since he was chained to start with and I told him “stay!” Going to 6, writing his number on him, and patting his head, I told 6 “I will be right back, 9 needs to get settled in and we need to talk.”

From the equipment wall, I got a gag for 9 and held it up for him to see. He shook his head and mimed gagging, then held his hands far apart. Nodding that I understood, I got the smallest ball gag and held it up, 9 pointed up and I got the next size up, a nod of yes. It was a bright blue ball and went well with his eyes.

I asked him “have you ever tried on a bondage sleeve?” and he said “no, but I want too!” The sleeve came off it hanger and I motioned for him to come to me. He did and I got him in the sleeve, all laced up, and locked in. Looking him in the eye, I asked “Are you going to be able to take this for very long?” and without hesitation he replied “I guess I’ll have to, sir!”

Walking him out to the stairway and with both hands on his shoulders, I asked him “Are you sure about this. Don’t try to be brave and worry about how you look to the others. This is a serious piece of gear and it gets painful fast. There are a lot of things going on right now and I may not get back to you right away if you find this is too much.”

Before I knew what happened, he lip locked me. It was a pleasantly surprised but I pushed him back anyway. He looked down at the ground and said “I’m sorry, sir. I couldn’t help it.” I said “It was ok; we’ll do more of that later but for now tell me the truth!”

He looked up smiling, when what I said had sunk in, and replied “I really do think I can take it, Sir. I’m double jointed and it doesn’t even feel tight right now, and besides, I’m a pain pig!” Without any further talk, I loosely placed the gag ground his neck, letting it hang there ready to use, and spun 9 around and adjusted the sleeve tightening it up. Taking a cord, I tied it to 9’s nine inches and balls, passed the cord between his legs and tied it off to the ring at the tip of the bondage sleeve.

He was taken to the hoist and asked “Do you like being inverted?” He shook his head yes and said “Sir Yes Sir!” The inversion restraints for bare feet were placed on him and his perfect little butt was raised up as high as the hoist went, which had us face to face. He was then gagged and it was tightened.

It was 6’s turn now and he was unchained from the wall stud. I told him “Follow” and we went to the landing. His gag was loosened and left to hang around his neck, I asked him “Do you know anything about the blonde?” and he informed me “All I know is that he was in the group that had the party cancelled and by the way, this is much better than any party!”

I said “Thanks!” and explained everything that had been said in the barn and that everyone had there numbers written on their bodies: back of right hand, forehead and left butt cheek, so they would know each other’s number from the front or back and if you forgot your number, all you had to do was glance at your hand. I asked 6 to “Give me a quick rundown of your limits and if it is ok, with your lover, to play with you and is it ok with you?” He related his limits, eligibility, and willingness to play.

His hands were re-cuffed with my working cuffs with the foot long chain. I told 6 “You are in charge up here while I go get another boy from the barn. The blonde, 9, has been gagged and he is inverted. I want you to watch him very carefully. It would please me to have your lover stay in charge at the barn and I know you two don’t like to play together much. Do you have any suggestions about any of the boys down in the barn?”

“I want someone who is least likely to spill the beans or one that won’t mind being gagged for twelve hours.” 6 told me “Steve can think on his feet but can’t take much play, he‘s more of a top, and Jeff likes gags more than anyone! Ask Robert which one Jeff is, oh! He’s the only redhead down there!” I told him “Thanks.” and replaced his gag and tightened it. As a last thought, I pointed at the 'boy' and told 6 “That’s him, hands off” and went back to the barn.

When I opened the barn door, 10 was right there, spread eagle over a bale of hay with his ass up and toward the door. It had only been about thirty minutes. Taking the remote from the carrying pouch on my belt I hit the #4 button and held it for a 2 count. 10 nearly pulled the stakes out of the ground. I walked over, slapped his butt and told him “You will learn to expect that cock box to go off at any time, whether or not you do something wrong or not!”

Finding the redhead hanging, from his roped together wrists, on the loft pulley, I yelled “Someone let… I waited till he slowly spun around enough to see a number ...5 down. I need him at the house.” someone yelled “Take me instead!” I yelled back “Sorry, I need the redhead!”

5 slowly descended from the rafters, feet first and I grabbed him and put him across my shoulder. He already had a gag in and was bound superbly with white cotton rope. His balls and cock had been mummified in the rope.

The nearest boy was motioned to unhook the pulley rope from his hands, which were behind me now, and he did. The redhead was small and light, but not shabby in the least. He must have only been 5 foot tall. I carried him to the house and upstairs.

A collar was found for 5 and he was laid down right behind the 'boy'. I tied a rope to the bindings around his feet and anchored it to the wall stud on one side of the room and another rope to his hand bindings and tied it off to the other side of the room, stretching him taught.

All the boys were checked to make sure their circulation was ok and then the 'boy' was checked. When I put my hand on him, he jerked and before I removed his earplugs, I motioned to everyone here goes nothing. The earplugs were removed and the 'boy' was asked “How’re ya doin boy, shake yer head.” He indicated so-so. I removed his gag and the first thing he said was “I want to go home! Please sir please! Just let me go…”

“Now boy, I can’t do that, ya knows I got ya sold. I’m gonna take ya out to tha barn wif tha other fellas I got, Give ya some compny anyways. Now keep yer eyes closed fer a spell. The light in hear ain’t real bright but ya ain’t been looking thru yer eyes fer goin on twenty hours now. If ya open em right up, they gonna smart a right bit.”

I looked around to make sure none of the number boys was going to crack up, and pulled the blindfold off. The boy slowly started to open one eye and decided it wasn’t so bad and opened the other. They were green. I said in mock surprise “Well I’ll be, look at ‘em green peepers! That jes got me an exter four grand fer ya boy!”

I lay back on the bed to watch his reaction to his surroundings. The redhead, 5 was almost behind the 'boy' and of course 9 was over his head. The first number boy he saw was 6. 6 grunted a “hi” through his gag, then 5 did. The ‘boy’ jerked his head around and saw the redhead bound with rope lying right behind him. 9 didn’t appear to be about to say hello so I told 9 “Say howdy 9, or yer gonna stay up thar all night!” When 9 did grunt his howdy, the 'boy' couldn’t fine him and looked at me.

Pointing up, he finally looks up and after a brief pause, shrieks “Oh my God! What have you done to his cock?” I had to crack up then as did all the number boys. I simply said “God made 'im that way boy! Jes like he sent ya to me!” and left it at that. I told 6 “6, make sure the 'boy' is good an see ifin he need waterin. Check ‘em other boys while yer at it. I am worn plumb out an I’m takin a nap, oh, an shove a gag in 'im when yer done. Who ever wakes me fore I‘m done nappin is gonna git busted across tha chops!”

I stayed where I could keep an eye on all those wonderful bound boys. It looked like all the models from the best magazines had landed in my attic and gotten snared. Come to think of it, there wasn’t a homely boy in the bunch, inside or out at the barn. I did nap for about an hour and woke in time to make ‘the boys’ appointment at the barn.

Releasing the 'boy' and his balls from the rigid restraint I placed anklecuffs on him, took the belt from around his arms, removed his gag and helped him to roll over on his side, then stomach. Sitting down next to him I rubbed his legs and his arms until they lost some of their stiffness. After a good ten minutes of massage, I removed the duct tape and the dildo.

After helping him to stand, I took the cords off the ball weight. He looked so pitiful standing there with tears stains on his cheeks, I almost wanted to spill the beans right there and tell him everything would be alright, but I didn’t. I couldn’t now. There were fourteen or more, by now, other guys counting on seeing in this scene through. Instead, I bent my head and kissed his mouth. A few seconds later he was kissing me back.

Tightly holding him against me, I told him “Don’t worry little un, the guy what’s bought ya is real nice. He got money commin out tha wazoo an tha other fellas I sold 'im is real happy now. Yer gonna be jes fine.” Then I pushed him back a little and started walking him toward the door. He looked up at me with those emerald green eyes and smiled a tiny little smile and said “ok”

We walked the rest of the way in silence until we got close to the barn and he heard whips, crying moaning and screaming. He started trying to pull back toward the house and I told him “Aw don’t be scaredt, is jes tha fellers having fun in there. Theys won’t hurt ya none lest ya wants em too.” and opened the door.

Most of the number boys froze for a half second the almost in unison yelled “Hi Poppee!” They came up with it and I’d bet that 10 had a lot to do with it. Someone else, it looked like…. 11, was spread eagle over the hay bale now getting fucked with a big thick dildo! I looked around and just barely saw 10’s gagged head sticking up from behind a different bale. I got the remote and hit the 2 button. There was a yelp from 10’s direction.

Telling the number boys “Make this here little fella comfy boys; he ain’t gonna be with us fer long.”, I walked him to the stall where I had found 9 and the chain was still there. The lock and the chain from earlier was affixed to the 'boy's collar and he was told “Be nice to these here fellas and you jes might git ta join in tha games!”

Locating 7, I gave him the 'boy's’ key and told him to “Put it in the office and quietly let the other ‘senior bottoms’ know where it is.” Turning I went to 10 and pulled him out the door and before closing it, turned and said in a stern voice. “Watch 'im like a hawk boys!”

10 was half way back to the house when I removed his gag, he was laughing so hard he was almost choking. “What…” I asked him “are you laughing about?” 10 told me “We had the damnedest game of charades when you left. You should have let them take my gag off. There were a bunch of good questions that came up like what to call you! Pop was easy to guess and pee wasn’t any harder to mine.

They managed to find out that we had been using the hillbilly accent around the 'boy' and so they weren’t surprised when they heard you speak. You noticed most of them turned away from you when you did speak. I had the damnedest time getting them to ask the right questions then someone, Steve, I think, thought to go to the office and get paper and a pen. That’s what I was laughing about. That and everything the boys were saying about you, not knowing how long we have been playing together.

That statement about me being your ‘personal property’ really threw a bunch of them. Seems they thought that they had a chance of becoming your ‘personal property‘. You could have a real stable if you wanted it, you know. A weekends only stable! I told him “That’s enough of that, you know what I meant. I didn’t have time to go over your limits and I didn’t want anyone doing something to you that you didn‘t want to have done!”

“I didn’t want anyone else to do anything to you. Damn it, I guess you are my personal property, if you’ll be property? My property?” 10 replied “I think I already am. But, it will still have to be part time for a little while at least. I have things to take care of.” I told him “That sounds like it might be a plan. If you have anything you need to store, I got plenty of barn and closet space, but let’s talk about this later.” Turning, I held him and gave him a big kiss.

We arrived at the house and went up to the dungeon number boys. Going over to Sean, 6, who I had left in charge, I walked him over to the cross. His handcuffs and ankle cuffs were removed and he was tied to the cross the same way 10 had been tied. His balls were tied off to an eyelet on the standing platform directly beneath them and pulled tight.

That was enough to secure all the number boys for awhile. Cody was asked, “9, are you ready to come down?” He shook his head no. I asked Jeff, 5, “Are you ok?” and got a nod of yes. Checking back with 6 and he was doing fine. They all had boners and were oozing pre-cum. All is good.

10 was taken to the paddle horse and laid over it. His cuff chain was tied to the lower cross member on the horse and I stepped up behind him with some lube. He was fucked slow and easy, with me thinking about all the time we may be doing this in the future. I shot one of the biggest loads I had shot in months! I untied the handcuff chain and lead 10 to the bed. I removed his cuffs, hand and ankle, and we held each other for an eternity before we fell onto the bed.

It was almost dusk and the 'boy' had been in his session for over twenty four hours now, counting the time he was at the first two locations. I untwined myself from 10 and got up. A call to the play barn went unanswered, which was to be expected since I hadn’t told 7 to be looking a call. Packing a duffle of toys and equipment and telling 10 to “watch our boys here, I am going to make an appearance at the barn and play with some of the boys there, including this one here.” pointing up at 9.

“If you want to play with them, indicating the others, ask them first and cover their limits!” (This last, for the benefit of the number boys) I lowered 9 and removed the suspension restraints and loosened the gag, letting it hang around his neck, asking “How are your arms?” He told me “They are fine, really” so I left the bondage sleeve on him, re-tightened the gag, and attached a leash.

We went down to the barn and found 7, told him “Answer the phone when it rings, it can only be 10, me, or someone from on the property. Incoming calls don’t come directly to the barn or hangar.

I am going to play with a few of the number boys and you are welcome to join in if you can find someone else to take over your monitoring. 6 and 5 are being watched over and played with by 10 and are fine. If you need to go check on 6, I have him tied to the cross and he was still there when I left, go now, and I’ll watch the group.

7 thanked me and dashed off to the house. When he got to the dungeon, he had to do a double-take because I had re-arranged it and added more equipment since he and 6 last played here. He went to 6 who was still on the cross, took out the gag and kissed his lover for a good, long, time. He replaced the gag, gave 6 a blow job, put a blindfold on him and told 10 “6 really loved his blindfolds“, and came back to the barn to play.

He found a replacement, 8, (Justin) before he joined in the play. Justin looked young enough to get carded everywhere he went but was in he late twenties. Justin had dark brown hair and eyes and had an exotic island look to him. He had a surfer’s build and no body hair. He was ether well tanned or naturally that dark, there was no tan line but these days you don’t see many tan lines among the gay S&M crowd. There is something about the S&M lifestyle that minimizes modesty.

While 7 was gone, I noticed a few boys that were chained to their positions as ‘new boys’ and decided to play with some of those. The rest were well occupied. I found the 'boy' with two other number boys connected to each other in a chain gang style scenario. They were 2, (Greg) and 3, (Sammy). They must be friends or lovers because they are still together since the numbering.

I had gone around the room and numbered in the order I came to them. 2 was a small boy of average looks but the body of a weight lifter. Brown hair and grey eyes, which upgraded is average looks to seductive. 3 was the all American boy next door, with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a baseball player’s build, bubble butt and all.

‘The boy’ had not noticed my arrival. He seemed to be enjoying his role in his current scene, within a scene that he wasn‘t aware of. It was obvious that he still had not accepted his situation. Coming up behind, I grabbed him around the chest. He stiffened and I whispered “Shush now” in his ear. He turned his head and when he saw it was me, reached up and held me.

He quietly begged me not to sell him and to just let him go, and if I did, he wouldn’t tell anyone and would even come back to play when ever I wanted him to. I told him “I jes cain’t do dat boy.” and kissed him.

I turned and with 9 still in tow, walked over to the area under the pulley where 5 had been retrieved, and laid 9 under the pulley rope. Taking a long length of rope from my duffle, I made a wide wrap around 9’s ankles after placing a firm rubber cushion between his ankle bones. I double wrapped over the first to make sure 9 would be ok.

The pulley rope was tied to the bindings I had just made. 9 was smiling as well as he could with the gag in place. The gag needed to be removed before I inverted him in suspension and he whispered “Thank you for playing with me in front of the others, sir. Now maybe they will play with me more too!”

By this time 7 was back and I had just finished tying off the pulley rope to 9’s bindings. 7 was asked to raise him until his head was a crotch level and 9’s rope was tied off there. I stepped up in front of 9 and unsnapped the cover on my leather jock. 9 hungrily gulped my cock into his mouth and sucked all of it into his throat.

He kept his swallowing muscles going which massaged the head of my cock in the most satisfying way. I held his hips with both hands and held him still so he could work. When I’d had enough and was about to cum (and so soon!), I pushed him back and my cock came out of his mouth with a plop sound.

I snapped the jock cover back in place and reached down, pulled 9 up by the shoulders and brought his head up to my level, bending him at the waist, and gave him a long satisfying thank you tonguing. I reached in my duffel, which 9 had been carrying and now was 7’s job, and pulled out a length of rope. I wound this around 9’s head as a blindfold, tied it tight, and set him swinging in a 2 foot arc, with very little spin. I saw him mouth a thank you before I turned to find another toy boy.

Walking around looking at the fine examples of manhood working on and being worked on, I finally told 7 “If you have someone you want to play with, just leave the duffle in the middle of the room and have fun! I’ll have whoever I end up with come and fetch it.” 7 walked to the center of the barn and put the duffle down, ran over to his bag and rummaged around in it and began pulling things out.

I thought to myself good, he has something he does want to do, besides follow me around. I had made very little progress in my rounds when the next thing I knew, 7 was kneeling down in front of me with a collar held out and his head bowed. I had to laugh a bit and told him “Ok” taking the collar. I put the collar on him and I looked at the other items that he had laid on the ground at my feet and grinned.

To be continued!
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