More Toys In The Attic part 5

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: More Toys In The Attic part 5
Date: 20 November 2011

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

“7, hand me the gag“, he did and I placed and buckled it. He was told to put the leather ankle and wrist cuffs on himself. He had brought a chastity belt with him and I made him put that device on himself too, it’s more degrading to have to chastise yourself, in public, and less painful if you do it yourself when your hard. “Stand and hand me the head harness.” It was equipped with a blindfold which I removed after I had tightened the harness in place.

He had chosen his equipment well, the D ring on the front of the penis gag fit through the mouth hole in the harness perfectly. I tucked the blindfold in my waistband and told 7 to hand me the rest of his things. I led 7 to my bag, brought out the lock bag and turned 7 around facing away from me, and locked his wrist restraints together. A short chain from my bag was brought out, a six inch length, locking his ankle restraints together.

7 was turned back around to face me and his leash attached to the D ring on the gag. The blindfold was buckled back in place and the last two items 7 had handed me were attached, a pair of vicious tit clamps (they had exposed teeth and tight springs) that were heavily weighted. As they were applied, I noticed that he was used to wearing them.

One more thing was added from my bag, a weight with a long cord was tied to his balls. The weight hung two inches from the ground. When he shuffled along to wherever I led him, the weight was sure to get involved with the short chain between his ankles, giving his balls a good yank!

Slowly, I started moving in the direction of the 'boy' and when the leash began to get taught, 7 started in the direction it pulled. He thought he would be able to keep up but he had not counted on my locking his ankles together with such a short chain and he hadn’t counted on the ball weight and didn’t know how far down it hung yet!

He started shuffling his feet faster, which got the ball weight moving. When the cord hit the chain, it flipped the weight around the chain wrapping it once.

7’s balls were yanked, when he bent down to relive the pressure, the weight pulled the cord further down till the weight rested on the ground. When 7 tried to straighten back up, the weight kept enough pressure on the wrapped cord to keep it from being pulled back up easily, but it could be, with a great effort and lots of pain to the balls. He tried to pull it back up but he just didn’t pull hard enough to get any positive results.

As 7 continued to shuffle along to keep up, he had to bend his knees more and more to take the pull off of his balls. The weight, dragging along behind on the ground, continued to take up the slack 7 kept giving his balls. He just kept getting lower and lower and couldn’t figure out what was going on.

Continuing to pull on the leash, I stopped walking and was ready to catch him when he fell, and he did, but just to his knees. Pulling the cord by hand, bringing the weight back up to the chain, I gave him instructions on how to keep from repeating his fall. He was told that no matter how much it hurt, he had to keep the cord to the weight tight, or it would pull him down again. 7 was also told, if he just pulled hard enough, he could straighten back up himself.

He was helped to stand and I resumed my walk. 7 tried his best to keep up and he had to stop every once in a while and steel himself to give the cord a good pull with his balls to bring the weight back up. The combination of him trying to keep the slack out of the cord and trying to follow me by the pull of his leash was getting the better of him. I know he was so proud of his selection of equipment and his ability to perform in that equipment.

He was getting frustrated and upset with himself for letting such a small thing as a ball weight and a cord ruin his plans to try to impress me. Eventually, the weight and cord pulled him to his knees again and this time he just gave up and slumped into a little heap.

He was trying his best not to cry when I picked him up and carried him to a near by hay bale. Bending down, I told him, “No one has been able to pass that little surprise test and you have gone three times as far as anyone else ever had. I am proud of you for trying so hard to please me,” and I was.

This bit of news gave him his self-respect back and he sat up and was ready to try again. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I said “Hold on just a minute” and unwrapping the cord from the chain, tied a loop in the center of the cord raising the weight to knee level. I helped him stand and resumed my walk. 7 was expecting the weight to tangle again this time and when he felt it hit his knee, he brightened even further. Now he could do his thing!

7 did exceedingly well for the rest of the time he was in tow. The first boy I came to, that was obviously one of the new boys to be sold, looked up at me with such pleading eyes that I had to stop and speak to him. I asked him “How long have you been here?” and he told me “I haven’t been moved since I got here.” I said “Stand up 15, and turn around half way.” (Danny)

He had brown hair that was naturally streaked from the sun. His eyes were a steel grey, stood about five foot ten and had average model looks with the body that could have been in the best underwear ads. He had a tan and his body hair was sun bleached.

“Where is your key?” and he bent over and pulled it out from behind the post and handed it to me. I unlocked the chain from the post and told him to “Hold on to this for a second and put your wrists together.” The chain was wrapped around his wrists, the lock taken back, and his wrists locked together. The end of the chain was placed in 7’s hand and we continued my rounds.

The next boy sitting alone was a small, almost white headed boy whose number was 16, (Hank) and was only twenty two years old. 16 had medium blue eyes, pale complexion and the most perfect feet I had ever seen. 16 was already gagged. When asked for his key, he pointed high on the post. I told him to stand and he did, he was only five and a half foot tall and couldn’t reach his key.

“Have you been in this spot the whole time?” he shook his head no. “How many hours?” and he held up two fingers and then bent one in half. “Want to sleep in the dungeon tonight?” A nod yes. “Will anyone be upset if you are gone?” shake of the head no. I took his key down and followed the same routine as 15. Now I had to find someone to play with 15.

Locating a ‘senior bottom’ that was not busy; I motioned for him to come. I asked him “Do you need someone to play with?” “Yes Sir!” he replied. 15’s chain was handed to 4 (Kevin) and was told to “Be sure and go over 15’s limits with him before you start!”

With 4 standing at six feet and weighing about two hundred and ten pounds of solid muscle, I knew that 15 would be in for a treat. 4 had a thick cock to match his build. He looked to be twenty eight and was on the pale side. This guy works hard somewhere away from the sunlight.

15 had been handed to 4 on a leash. After the negotiations were done, 4 took him over to a rough, four by four, St. Andrews cross and after removing the kid’s chain, bound him ass out. 4 had bound him so well that the kid’s feet were not even touching the ground. 4 started by rubbing his large rough hands over the boy’s body, pausing here and there to get a pinch in.

The kid’s balls were tied to, and suspending, a heavy piece of scrap iron that used to be a tractor part. His collar had been tied to something beyond the cross to keep his head bent forward. There was a large selection of floggers and whips hanging over the partition of the nearby stall.

4 started with a medium weight, long tailed flogger. He worked the kid’s ass, thighs and upper back, leaving no area there untouched. Once the kid’s backside was thoroughly pink, 4 switched to a shorter tailed flogger of the same weight and covered the same areas with equal expert coverage. Next, he used a heavy flogger with wide, short tails.

The same attention to detail was shown and 4 landed every blow with exactly the same force as the first. Now instead of changing floggers, 4 intensified the blows. After covering 15’s upper back, ass and thighs, and giving all a healthy red glow, 4 switched to a heavy, medium length, thin tailed flogger. He started off with moderately light stokes and landing the blows in completely random areas on the kid.

Once all areas had been introduced to the new flogger, the blows began landing harder and harder. The kid began to moan loudly, this is what 4 had been building up to, finding the kids pain threshold. Now 4 could do what he meant to do, make the kid beg for mercy. The blows landed harder, covering all the working areas of the kids back side, then intensifying to land in the same places again and again the kid was screaming with each blow.

4 had not even begun to warm up and moved to the next level. He switched to a heavy, long, thin tailed flogger. The tails were heavy and the flogger well balanced, the tails didn’t fan out when the flogger was thrown. He picked up where he left off with out loosing his rhythm. Harder and harder the flogger was thrown and louder and louder the kid’s screams became.

Harder still the tails landed, and the kid began to cry and continued to scream. Welts were rising on the kid’s upper back and ass, his thighs getting redder. 4 abruptly stopped the flogging and went to the kid. He drew his hand back and slapped the kid’s ass open handed. A white impression of a huge hand lasted for seconds and red filled it in. Another blow to the other cheek and the ghost hand reappeared and filled in.

4 reached around both sides of the kid and grabbed his tits, squeezing tightly and twisting at the same time. The kid tried to pull back away from the hands but a massive, muscled chest had 15 pinned in place. A large hand reached down between the kids legs and the kid started screaming again before 4 even got a grip on the kid’s balls.

The balls were not squeezed immediately but held and rolled around between thick fingers. Once the kid relaxed and the pleading slowed, steady but slow pressure began to build on his balls. 4 very, very slowly increased the pressure. The kid started a panicked moaning then it grew louder right along with the pressure.

Tighter and tighter the fist closed and louder and higher the kids screams became, still more pressure and the kid was crying and pleading between sobs. I final abrupt squeeze and the kid almost passed out. 4 released the kid’s nearly crushed balls.

The flogging resumed where it left off, just a little less intense. 4 began to build the force behind the throws and the kid was screaming again. The pace and force of the blows was now held steady and very slowly the kid began to quiet down. 15 was reaching his ‘bottom space’.

The flogging continued with varying intensities of blows for another five minutes when 4 stopped, and went back to the kid. He wrapped his arms around him and held him tight, making the kid have to fight to draw in a breath. 4 slowly released his hold and began to gently caress the kid’s body with his hands and chest. The kid was moaning with pleasure/pain and was melting in the big mans grip.

4 whispered something in the kid’s ear and the kid’s head bobbed up and down. 4 stepped back and selected a whip from his arsenal. 4’s arm was a blur. A crack sounded and a red streak appeared between the kids left shoulder blade and his spine, a blood curdling scream followed right behind. Crack, right shoulder, screams. Crack, left butt cheek. Crack, crack, crack and the welts were appearing like an invisible hand with a red maker was making them.

Twenty blows and the whip ceased its flight. 4 went to the kid and held him again, gently this time. 4 released 15’s collar and balls then reached down and released the ankles. He slipped one arm around the kid’s torso. With his free hand, 4 reached up and released the kid’s wrists from the cross.

4 carried a limp15 to a blanket on the hay in the corner and with a gentleness, that could not possibly have come from the man that had beaten this kid, laid him down on his side and then lay down next to him, enfolding the kid in his arms and own body’s warmth.

After I handed 15 off to 4, I walked 7 and 16 around some more and ended up near the 'boy'. He is cuffed to a post, blindfolded and gagged. His cock is hard and I reach out and grab it, he is startled by the touch. His cock is throbbing in my hand like he is almost about to shoot.

Taking 7’s blindfold off and placing his leash over his shoulders, I turn him around and unlock his wrists and remove the chain at his ankles. I tell him to “Git a piss jug over ‘ere an be quick, 7!” when It gets here I tell the 'boy' “Thars a jug in front ya an ya don’t hav to hold it in no longer.” It takes a while for him to release, but piss is exactly what the 'boy' needed to do!

“7, go fine me dat no good fer nothin 8 and git him over here! He’s sposed to be keepin an eye on this ‘ere boy an he done gone an left ‘im ‘ere wif no way ta tell no one he gotta pee! Now GIT!” And I winked at 7 so he knew that I was not mad at either number boy.

The 'boy' was asked “Are ya awl right little un?” He shook his head yes. I told him “I reckon I’m gonna have ya wif me indoors tanight” He shook his head no and I said “well, I spose ya kin stay a bit more out ‘ere” He nodded yes I said “Ok then, ifin that what ya wants.” About that time 7 shows up with 8 and winking at them, I tell “7, chain at damn boys hands up ta at hook yonder an sombody git me a bull whip!”

The boys made scuffling noised like all hell was breaking loose and someone did bring the whip. I indicated that I was going to crack the whip and 8 was to scream at each crack. 8 look a little confused at first but 11 (Steve) whispered in his ear and a smile came across 8’s face and he nodded yes.

He was still standing by me so I pushed him over by the post where the hook was. At first he thought I was going to hit him with the whip after all and 11 came to his rescue again and moved him behind the post.

“Hurry up and git em fasend, I ain’t got all day!” just to buy time for 11 to tell him when to yell. I reared back to throw the first crack and let it fly. The scream didn’t sound too convincing so I pointed to 11 and he took over, placing his hand firmly over 8’s mouth for the second crack. It went much better this time and between the third and forth cracks the 'boy' started screaming into his gag.

I stopped and took ‘the boys’ gag out and asked him” what in tarnation’s wrong wif ya boy!” He just kept screaming “Stop, stop, stop, it’s not his fauuuult, I didn’t try to tell anyone. I was too embarrassed.” and he started crying. I put his gag back in and got some cuffs out of the duffle (that 7 had so thoughtfully retrieved with the bull whip) and walked over to 8, cuffed him and did hang him on the hook.

There were actually several hooks placed at slightly different heights all the way around the pole. The one that was picked kept 8 on tiptoe. I took my key ring, found a key that was not sharp and drug it across 8’s back hard enough to make the skin red and leave what looked like welts.

I said “let tha 'boy' loose, he’s commin wif me! Leave at un hang thar” and I signaled to 11, pointed to my watch and held up one finger and made a circle. 11 mouthed back one hour and I thought a second then said “leave em thar till I git back wif out tha little un!”

The 'boy' was given back with the same restraints he came with and nothing more. (Hands cuffed behind him, ankle chains, ball weight and collar) I unlocked 16’s wrists and locked the end of the chain to ‘the boys’ collar and walked them over to the door, stopped and hung the center of the chain on a hook high on the wall by the door.

11 was told to follow me to the office. In the office, with the door closed, I told 11 that “I am not really mad at Justin, just disappointed that he couldn’t follow directions. I’ll come back and make it up to him as soon as I get these boys up and secured I will have to put the 'boy's’ earplugs back in and keep him blindfolded. You just go tell Justin I am not mad! Now go!”

I called the dungeon intercom and 10, thankfully answered. I told him “I am bringing the 'boy' and 16 up for the night and before you go off on me, I am mad at him and not speaking to him. You are to get 6 off the cross and get him to put you back on it, with a hood on, and have him write number 17 on you! I’ll stall as long as I can but hurry, I’ll explain when I get the 'boy's’ earplugs back in.” and hung up.

Taking my time I walk back across the barn to the door, first going to each number boy and giving them all a thorough inspection, muttering instructions and short explanations to all, noticeably excluding 8. My duffle had been retrieved by 7 and I told him “Do not remove anything that I put on you, I am not finished yet! Go take the boys out side for a second, I need to say something to Justin and I don‘t want the 'boy' to see. I won‘t be too long.”

I walked back towards the office and as soon as 7 had gotten the door closed I headed straight to 8. Some of the other boys gasped and I surprised them all buy taking down the cuffs and placing 8’s cuffed hands over my head and around my neck. I whispered to him “Justin, I really am not mad at you. I am sorry if I hurt you but the marks on your back will be gone in the morning. It’s not your fault that I threw you into a situation without any warning.

I would like you to stay after most everyone but 10 and the 'boy' and maybe a few others are gone. Will you do that?” He replied in a whisper “Oh thank god I didn’t blow it, and yeah, I can stay if you give me a ride back.” I said “good, I am going to hang you back up now. I’ll be back in about an hour or so to let you down, and hung him up. I went out the door without the duffle and retrieved my boys.

I didn’t hear any hurried noises coming from the dungeon when I got to the stairway with 16 and the 'boy'. When I opened the door 6 was over on the bed watching his charges 17, (Tom, formerly know as 10) and 5. 17 was beautifully hung on the cross and 5 had been hung up, but this time from his still rope bound ankles. The hood that 6 had used on 17 had eye holes.

I owed a lot to 6, 7 and 11; they have kept this thing from becoming a failure. 17 looked too good to take down, but I would need him to watch the 'boy' later. I left him where he was for now, I still had to get 16 and the 'boy' settled in.

Walking them over to the center post, I took the chain from around the 'boy's’ collar and placed the earplugs, a gag and a blindfold on him. The ankle cuffs were replaced with ankle binders. His hands already behind his back, I laid him on his stomach, his knees near a wall stud and bending his knees, locked the ankle binders to an eyelet on the stud. ’The boy’ cannot roll over or go anywhere now. He can’t hear, see, or speak either.

Now, 16 needed to be dealt with. I place suspension restraints on his wrists and hung him from the chains the 'boy' was first hung from when he first arrived. 16 was light enough and willing enough, that I didn’t need assistance getting him suspended. I got length of rope and tied his ankles together.

His feet were off the floor but I bent him at the knees and with another rope, looped the center over the existing bindings and between 16’s legs, around opposite sides with each end and continued to wrap around thighs and ankles keeping 16’s heels against his ass. I got a head harness and placed this on 16 over his gag. I installed the blindfold attachment.

To be continued!
This story © Leo Devin, 2004 All Rights Reserved