TOYS IN THE ATTIC part 1

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: TOYS IN THE ATTIC pt 1
Date: 12 December 2008

TOYS IN THE ATTIC
A BDSM TALE

By Leo Devin

Part 1

I have been away from the Leather/BDSM scene for about two years due to having my house in the country built. After getting moved in, unpacked, and the attic dungeon set up, I was ready to get back into the scene.

The nearest city is one of the largest cities in the southwest. There is one “real” Leather bar and a few other gay bars that say they cater to the leather crowd. The only guys that go to them are the queens that just “dress” the part, well mostly. They don’t know, and don’t want to know, the first thing about the leather lifestyle, (I call them ‘wanna-bees‘).

There is also a Members Only dungeon space where the leather clubs can “play” and it can be leased by any other like minded groups. That is enough for the setup.

I waited for Friday night to roll around before I went to the bar, wanting to get in touch with as many of the friends that I haven’t seen for so long. Weekends are when the most guys into leather will be there anyway!

Catching up on current events in the leather community and trying to avoid the ‘wanna-bees’, I almost missed seeing him.

He was in the back bar wearing cutoff jeans (that showed a generous bulge and a firm, rounded ass) and a plain leather harness. On his right arm there was an armband of chrome and leather and a leather collar hanging out of his back right pocket. He looks like he’s in his late twenties.

He stands about five foot eight and weighs around one eighty. His shoulders are broad and his torso tapers down to a thirty inch waist with no love handles. His legs are just as tan as his chest and arms.

He knows how to wear clothes, or not wear them. He has the body and tan of a guy that works hard, outdoors, on a full time basis. His muscles don’t come from a gym or out of a bottle. They come from honest hard labor and clean living.

At first glance I had taken him for one of the wanna-bees but he was just too much ‘my type’ to walk away from, and what he was wearing actually made sense. The wanna-bees invariably send conflicting signals.

Walking up to the back bar, I said “Hi” to Andy, the bartender and ordered a 7-Up. When it came, I asked him “Do you know anything about the guy at the end of the bar.” Andy told me “His name was Tom and has been coming in the bar for several weekends. He is for real.” I told Andy “let me buy Tom’s next drink.”

We ended up talking and discussing what we were looking for in a scene. It was very loud in the bar and we couldn’t go into great detail, having to shout at each other. We exchanged e-mail addresses and I left a little early.

The drive home takes about an hour and I had to put up some more barb-wire fencing along the North side of my property in the morning.

Fencing the last forty acres had me too worn out the next night to go into town, so I went online an ‘parked’ in a chat room waiting for someone to read my profile and get up the nerve to IM me.

There never seems to be a m4m dungeon room for this city and approaching guys one at a time in the m4mcity rooms on the off chance they might be into leather or bondage is just too time consuming.

It only took about 3 minutes and Tom IM’ed me. We were now able to chat without anyone listening in.

As it turned out, we had many of the same interests and neither of us wanted anything to do with scat, water sports or bloodletting. He had some experience with suspension but wanted to try inverted suspension.

He also wanted to try long term bondage, invasive and topical electrical play (my specialty), and wanted to see how long he could handle wearing a straight jacket.

Since I own a couple of tons of leather bondage equipment, irons, cuffs, electrical, medical, suspension, and numerous other toys, it would not be a problem! (I just moved all of it and it took 4 trunks and 16 good sized boxes)

Tom was hesitant about traveling out of town for a scene with someone that he had only met once, as he should have been. He was informed that I was a member of a local bondage club and we would be having a dungeon play party in the near future and asked him if he wanted to come as my guest.

He told me that he had just recently joined the club and had missed the last play party because he didn’t want to go alone. We agreed to meet there and have a “get to know one another” session.

The session went very well and he decided to accept my offer for him to come to the country. He told me he wanted to really test his limits. We settled on a day and I gave him instructions to pack a change of clothes for the return trip and any personal toys that he wanted to play with like a butt plug or a favorite hood or gag.

At sunset, he was to take a cab to the bar and ride with me. It is late fall and it gets dark early now and here in the South, the nights are cool. This way, I could also control what he saw on the way and how much he would see.

I was also afraid that anyone that had to drive to my remote location would chicken out and turn around.

The weekday came that we were to meet and I was nervous all day dreading a cancellation call but none came. Arriving earlier than I had planned, I still didn’t have to wait at the bar for very long.

Tom walked in wearing tight, short, leather shorts and a plain white tank top with his collar in one hand and his bag in the other. The shorts really made is well muscled tan legs stand out and the tank top showed just enough of his pecs to make me want to take him right there.

He came over to me and placed the collar on the bar in front of me. Leaving it there, I asked him if he wanted a drink. I don’t drink alcohol and told him I didn’t have any at the house. I ordered a 7-Up and Tom ordered double vodka seven.

Tom told me that going to a place he had never been before and without his car was not the smartest thing he had ever done. He was very nervous (which is exactly what I was counting on), but he had asked around and found that I was well trusted by the people that he asked about me.

He was asked if there was anything that we might have forgotten to negotiate and Tom said he didn’t want to get into breath control. Agreeing with him I said that breath control would be a little too risky until I knew his tolerances better.

The first time we played at the dungeon, we agreed on a safe signal, if he was gagged, and the safe words; green, for keep going or more, yellow, for pause and red, for STOP! I want out and take me home. For the signal, I would place something in his hand and he would drop it if he needed me to remove the gag for any reason.

By the time we finished our drinks, it was just beginning to get dark. I asked him if he was ready and he nodded yes so I picked up the collar and placed it around his neck. He was told that he now belonged to me until I took the collar off.

He was also told that it would eventually be replaced with a more substantial collar, but he would have to earn it. It was not difficult to notice that one of the legs of his shorts was getting much tighter.

The time was right to leave so we headed for my truck. I walked with him to the passenger side, unlocked and opened the door. When he got in I opened the door behind him (4 door truck) and told him to put his hands down behind the seat where he was handcuffed him with a pair of modified cuffs with about a foot of chain between them instead of the typical one link.

The rear door was closed and I moved to his door to buckle him in. A blindfold was placed in his lap and his stiffening cock was rubbed in the process. The door was closed and getting in on my side, started the truck and we began our journey.

My reasons for meeting at sunset were: To completely disorient him, and place a blindfold on him, in these times after 911, I didn’t want any one to see me driving on the interstate with a possible hostage. There is also a little country cemetery close to entrance to my property that is best seen after dark.

Half of the drive home is on the interstate, a quarter of the way on lesser county roads and the rest of the way on dark, tree lined, one lane roads that wind around.

After two years I still have trouble telling which way is north in some areas and at night it’s very unsettling because you can’t even see out the side windows to get your bearings because of the underbrush.

Just before we getting on the highway, I pulled over and put the blindfold on Tom. (Blindfolds are mini time machines meaning that when wearing a blindfold, ten minutes seem like an hour) He almost said something but before he could, I asked him to use a safe word. He said green.

Patting his bare thigh and tweaking a nipple, I said good boy and noticed the head of his cock had worked its way out of his tight shorts. There was a sizeable puddle of pre-cum on his leg.

Once on the highway, we drove for about thirty minutes to our first turn. We traveled on for another fifteen minutes or so and turned onto one of the one lane roads that eventually get to my property.

When we got through a small community and passed most of the houses, I reached over to remove the blindfold. There were now no lights to be seen except for the occasional light far off in the distance when we topped a hill.

We wound around for another fifteen minutes till we got near the cemetery where I turned on the Brights so he could catch a glimpse of the headstones and then turned into my drive.

Opening the automatic gate, we drove through and stopped. (The house is invisible from the road and the first half mile of the driveway) The blindfold went back on Tom and we drove the rest of the way to the house.

I have found the imagination of a person who is blindfolded to be his biggest downfall. Without sight, Tom is free to imagine whatever suit’s the fantasy he is now living, be it a huge, dilapidated ruin of a building or a small shack stuck in the middle of a densely wooded area. Whichever frightens him the most because the mind always picks the worst possible thing?

Once in the garage, I went around to the passenger side and opened the rear door and released him from the cuffs. He was unbuckled and helped out of the seat, re-cuffed with a regular pair of cuffs, with his hands in front.

When we got inside, he was told if he needed to use the bathroom that this might be his last chance to use a normal toilet for some time. The blindfold came off only long enough for him to finish.

He was led to the attic stairway door, I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door and led him up a few steps, telling him to hold the rail. The deadbolt was turned and relocked letting him hear me do it.

He was led the rest of the way up the stairs to the second door and it was unlocked and relocked in the same manner. Now he knew that he had to go through two locked doors to just get out of the attic, and then try to find his way off of the property and back to a road. I told him to use a safe word. It was green.

The attic is huge and not climate controlled but it does have shuttered windows, solid plywood floors, lights and electrical outlets. The ’walls’ are exposed 2 X 4 framing. The area overhead is a minimum of 16 feet tall in the peaks and consists of 2 X 12 joists (very sturdy) holding up the roof which is a 10/12 pitch. (10/12 pitch is just less than a 45 degree angle)

There are 4 x 4 posts from floor to rafter along the peak or ridge of the roof spaced at ten foot intervals. Heavy duty eyebolts are placed everywhere and a bucket of extras and a drill kept handy so I can add more as I need to. There are about eighteen hundred sq ft of space in this area. Twelve in another that is still unused.

It is also very intimidating to hear power tools nearby when you are tied up, blindfolded, and gagged in unfamiliar surroundings.

There is a four poster bed set up, with covered mattresses, where all the dungeon equipment is set up. I have built my own St. Andrews cross, (which looks like a big X) paddle horse, sweatbox, stretcher bars, and several different types of stocks.

The Cross has a platform to stand on that is supported by the legs of the cross so that it cannot be tilted or moved by the victim on it. The various stocks are for; wrists and neck, wrists and ankles, wrists and cock/balls, wrists only, ankles only, and cock/balls only. (I try my best to leave no stone unturned. The other equipment will be described as it is used)

I gave Tom a deep kiss, a grope, some reassuring words, and led him over to one of the 4x4s in the center of the space. Tom was asked if he had packed any favorite gear that he wanted me to use. He said that all he had brought was a gag.

Removing one cuff, I backed him up to the post, recuffing his hands behind his back. He was told not to move, that I would be back in awhile and not to play with himself. I went downstairs, unlocking and locking both doors.

Some appropriate music was put on the central sound system. (It can be heard from the attic if at a sufficient volume) I went to the master bedroom to change into something less restricting.

I was in for a workout and since Tom was going to remain blindfolded for most of the time, the need to be comfortable and be able to move about the attic without being heard was necessary. I was wearing only gym shorts when I returned about twenty minutes later.

Retrieving his gag from his things, it was inserted in his mouth and buckled very securely. It was a high quality gag that could be worn for long periods without placing undue stress on the jaws but keeping the mouth ’full’. It was also lockable.

All of my leather bondage gear is also lockable so one of my (keyed alike) locks was fit through the post and snapped shut. This resulted in a little muffled umpf of surprise. Praise be to ‘Mr. “S” Leather’.

A soft plastic ball the size of a golf ball with a bell inside was placed in his hand, reminding him of the signal. I went to one of the old dressers along one wall. A pair of padded leather wrist restraints with two 'D' rings, the type with three different straps securing them and made for wrist suspension, were pulled out, and a pair of leather ankle restraints with two 'D' rings and approached Tom from behind.

The wrist restraints were placed on him while he was still cuffed. He needed to be kept restrained at all times. The link in the cuffs was attached to an ring I had installed on the back of the 4x4 post with a clip.

One cuff at a time could safely be removed while attaching and locking the leather cuffs to chains suspended from the ceiling joists leaving Tom in an upright spread eagle position.

While Tom tested his bonds and I watched the muscles in his arms and legs ripple, I saw the shiny head of his cock peeking out the top of his shorts. I licked my finger and ever so gently rubbed the rim of his cock making him shudder and jerk in the chains. Well, it was time for the shorts to come off.

His boots and socks were removed and his cutoffs unbuttoned and pulled off. He was not wearing anything underneath except a chrome cock ring and his cock was standing at throbbing attention.

Leather ankle cuffs were attached and all four restraints locked. The chains hanging from the ceiling that are attached to the wrist restraints are not inline with the post. They are attached about a foot behind it making his arms pull his back into the post and leaving Tom in a stressed and stretched position.

Chains are locked onto the ankle cuffs and they are pulled out and slightly to the back and attached to wall studs on either side. The ankle chains are tightened just enough to pull Tom’s legs far enough apart to put pressure on Tom’s wrists and shoulders and to make him stand on tip toe to keep the excess pressure off his arms.

The shirt was cut off of him and his nipples gently bitten, getting them just as worked up as his cock. Back over to the dresser and I get a pair of self tightening (clover) tit clamps that are connected to each other with a chain and attach them to his nipples.

Since Tom was so thoughtful in wearing a cock ring, a piece of leather thong s tied to his cock ring and then to the chain hanging from the clamps. It was slowly tightened making Tom lean forward as much as he could to relive some of the pressure. There is a long thin silver thread hanging from his cock slit to just past his knees.

Its time to do some work on his balls. They are massaged to draw them down and away from the base of his cock. Another long leather thong was wrapped around his ball sac from the base of his cock to his balls. The leather wrapping was tied off after it forced the skin of his ball sac to become mirror-shiny with tension.

The ball with the bell has not dropped. It’s discovered that I need another eye bolt on the post near the floor, so I get the drill and install one. The ball with the bell falls. Tom was told that I was not using the tool on him and asked if he wanted me to remove the gag. He slowly shakes his head no. I ask him if he wants the ball back. He shakes his head yes.

The ball was back in his hand. One end of a small chain was locked around the wrapping on his balls. The chain was pulled down enough to make Tom try to squat down to relive the pressure and then attached to the new eyebolt with an “S” hook.

(All the chains remain unlocked on one end just in case of an emergency, but it is the end that Tom cannot possibly reach.)

Here was Tom, his arms are pulled out, back and up and his legs are pulled out and back. His balls are being pulled down and up by the cock ring, which is pulling his nipples down. Any movement he makes will cause pain. (Flash!)

Back over to the dresser and I get my hand lubed and start to slowly, very slowly, lightly run my fingertip over the head of Tom’s cock. He releases a moan that could only come from someone experiencing intense pleasure/pain that he has never felt that deeply before.

Slowly encircling his cock with my warm oily hand and gently, slowly, I squeeze his cock. The moan intensifies. His breathing was getting faster. Even though every slight movement was torture, Tom still tried to move enough to pump his cock into my hand. He was allowed to continue, until he got close to cuming and I quickly let his cock go.

A moan of frustration was heard. Ten minutes later, I started to repeat the procedure. This was done four more times, waiting just a bit longer each time and each time the moans got louder.

I have been keeping track of Tom’s condition and I think it’s time for both of us to take a break. The ankle chains were released from the wall studs first so that his legs could take the stress off of his arms while I unfastened the chain and thong from around his balls.

One wrist cuff chain was unhooked from the ceiling and his wrist re-cuffed to the handcuffs still attached to the post. As I unhooked the other wrist cuff chain, I give him a half turn so I could cuff him with his hands in front and not around the post.

Tom was told that since he did so well, I was upgrading the collar. His old collar was removed and replaced with my locking collar with four 'D' rings. The cuffs from the post were removed and the link in them was locked to one of the collar rings. Tom can now be moved to the bed without any risk of him touching his cock.

He was led carefully (he still has the leather ankle and wrist cuffs on and they still have their chains attached) over to the bed. He was sat down on the bed and instructed to lie back. He was positioned on his back in a normal resting position.

The chains from each wrist, which are still cuffed to the collar, were attached to each upper post on the bed, thus keeping his upper body in place. The ankle chains were secured to the lower posts immobilizing his legs and ensuring that he could not turn over and hump the bed.

The stress is now off of his arms and the blood is returning to them. His legs are not at odd angles or supporting weight. (Flash!) It’s almost time for Tom to rest. Just one more thing to remove, the tit clamps.

The thong from the clamp chain was untied and Tom started to squirm. The chain was rattled moving both clamps and Tom started to whimper. When I took a clamp off, he screamed into the gag and bucked all over the bed as much as the chains allowed, but holds on to the ball.

When the screaming becomes a whimper again, the assaulted tit was gently massaged and the screaming and bucking started up again. When he settled down this time, I gave the nipple a squeeze and off he went again.

At last, he could tolerate me touching his tit without excruciating pain. I rattled the chain and shook the other oxygen starved tit. Tom went to whimpering and begging as best he could but to no avail.

The second clamp was removed and we went through the whole process again. This was a scenario that would be repeated many, many times before Tom left. Tom would get to the point that he would do almost anything to avoid the tit clamps. Now Tom could rest.

His ears were fitted with some very effective industrial site ear plugs. Tom couldn’t see, hear, or speak. He was left now for an hour or so. The ball with the bell was replaced with an air horn that he could sound if he needed me.

About an hour and fifteen minutes I returned. It’s around nine thirty (pm) and there was still a lot of time left in this day. I changed into a leather and chain harness and a snap on leather jock strap. A few things had been prepared and turned the lights out so when I took Tom’s blindfold off, he would be able to see fairly well.

I brought a sport bottle full of water with me. He has been blindfolded now for a little over three hours. I am also going to change out the separate blindfold and gag for a head harness. Tom has a semi-hard on.

Walking to the side of the bed, his cock was gently grabbed. Tom jerked awake, remembered what was happening and relaxed. He was squeezed a few times and I felt him quickly regain his hard-on. His cock was released and the blindfold removed. The only light was from the moon filtering in through the shutters on the windows.

He still blinked a few times and when I tried removing the gag, he bit down on it to protest. The earplugs were removed and he was told to spit the gag out, that I had plans that required his mouth to be free from obstruction. He reluctantly gave up the gag.

The saliva was wiped from around his mouth and he was given another deep kiss while giving his nipples a little twist. By his reaction, I could tell Tom’s tits were still just a bit tender. Good. The water bottle was opened and put to his lips and he drank enough to quench his thirst, but no more.

The ankle restraints were removed leaving them attached to the bed. I remove the chains from his wrist restraints, take the air horn and place it on the floor and help him to sit up. Check-in, (ask how he’s doing, if anything is too tight or too loose) I told him we would be going down stairs to the pool shower to clean him out.

Retrieving the head harness from beside the bed, I held it up for him to see. His grin is enough to tell me it’s ok to secure it on him and I do. All the straps were adjusted so that there was no give anywhere and the leather was making firm contact all over his head. Now his cock is literally bouncing off of his flat stomach. The eye cover was attached to the head harness; he was stood up, and led over to one of the dressers. (Flash!)

Opening a drawer, I rummage around in it letting him hear all the metal objects in the drawer being shuffled around, and bring out a pair of ankle cuffs. These were snapped on him and he was lead downstairs. This time I left the doors unlocked.

We arrived at the pool bathroom and I helped him onto the john. After he finished, I walked him to the outside shower where I had hooked up a enema hose and cleaned him out. This treatment has left Tom a little humiliated and flaccid. He is told to pee while he has the chance and he does.

Tom was led back upstairs, locking the doors behind us as we go, and over to a mat under the suspension bar where I have laid out all of the equipment that I will need for this phase. Tom had lost his hard-on and I take this time to place his cock in a chastity device called a “cock cuff”.

It is made from a single handcuff with a metal tube welded at a 90 degree angle. Imagine holding a pair of cuffs by one cuff, letting the other hang. If you put a toilet paper tube through the opening in the hanging cuff and lifted up on the tube until it touched the cuff and one end of the tube was just touching the cuff and you glued it there, you would have a very good idea of what this thing looks like.

The cock goes through the cuff and into the tube. The balls go through the cuff and under the tube. The hasp on the cuff is closed and locked in place, turning the cuff into a cock ring. The cock is trapped in a metal sheath, keeping idle hands away from the cock.

The cock-cuff has a strap connected to the top near the lock plate and this strap is connected to a locking belt. An attachment haft is welded to the cuff and to the tube giving strength and a place that a leash or anything else can be hooked to it. There is a small ring attached to the hinge area of the cuff, below the balls, with a strap that goes up the ass crack to the rear of the belt, and locks.

The cock-cuff was barely gotten on him before his cock head tried to escape out the end of the tube.

The tube needs to be lubed with an oil based lube (The tube is metal) to keep things from getting stuck going in. Very little should be used as it will absorb into the skin later and imprison the cock.

The eye cover from the head harness was removed, (being turned upside-down is best done when they can see, unless you want to clean up a mess) and Tom was helped to lie on the mat, the ankle cuffs replaced with inversion boots and secured in place.

The suspension bar was lowered (which is three and a half feet long and keeps the legs spread wide) to about a foot from the floor.

The suspension boots had to modified by drilling and tapping screw holes in the ‘bar hooks‘on the boots and inserting screws to hold them on the bar and to keep them from sliding together.

After attaching the boots in position on the bar, the bar was slowly raised letting Tom gradually get accustomed to this position. Once he was raised with his head about 2 feet above the mat, I checked in asking if he was ready for the eye-cover to go back on, it was, it did.

Tom asked if he could have the gag replaced. He was told to think about what might happen if he gagged while he was upside down. He got the picture.

Now that he was inverted, the handcuffs were removed from the collar and then from his wrists and, quickly, the restraints still on his wrists were attached to chains connected to wall studs on either side. His arms were pulled tight so he could not ‘spin’ in place.

To be continued!


Author’s Note: Some scenes are fantasy some actually occurred in one form or another. All scenes that were real were conducted safely, sanely, and consensually! All limits were discussed and complete negotiations were conducted. Whether stated in the story or not.

I have tried to make this as real as possible and no fantasy sci-fi stuff is used. (For now.) I would love to write a purely sci-fi bondage adventure, but for now, I’ll stick to what is proven) All devices are real and available now or have been discontinued. None of the products are of an overactive imagination.

I test all devices on myself before using them on others. I have to know what the thing feels like before I force that feeling on anyone.

There may be some things I do to bottoms that make them react in a positive manner that may not make you respond in a like manner. Particularly when it comes to vibrators. Some persons are almost immune to certain stimulation.
Electricity is one of those I can speak of with authority because I can take more than anyone I know. Most of the boxes available on the market today are barely strong enough to make me slightly uncomfortable.

I don’t know why but it could be because I was clumsy as a child and always was the one to accidentally find the frayed wire and lean against the electric fences. I grew up knowing what electricity feels like. I doubt one can become accustomed to electricity but it’s the only explanation I can come up with.

It is one reason I have a fascination for it. Of the hundreds of times I have been shocked by live wires, accidental or intentional, I have never been injured. I know bottoms, that even the lowest settings make them think that they have been electrocuted. Every experience is different for every one. For some it is intense, for others it is boring. I guess what I am getting at is this


TRY THIS A HOME, YOU MIGHT LIKE IT! BUT BE WARNED!

Leo Devin

"Say goodbye to the plans you had made for you short, pathetic little lives and welcome to obscurity!"


This story is copy write Leo Devin, 2004 All Rights Reserved