TOYS IN THE ATTIC part 2

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: TOYS IN THE ATTIC part 2
Date: 14 December 2008

TOYS IN THE ATTIC
A BDSM TALE
By Leo Devin Part 2

Tom was now in an inverted spread eagle. The nipple clamps from earlier were retrieved from the bed. As I began to place the first one, Tom suddenly remembered them and the whimpering started. (I like whimpering, it lets me know I’m doing my job right!)

They were both placed and the end of the leather thong that was still on the clamps was tied to the cock-cuff and tightened, pulling on both tits equally. Tom was made even happier by getting a small rubber ball to keep in his mouth that could easily be spit out if the need arose.

A medium sized butt plug that had electrode connections was warmed and lubed, gently inserted and pressed home. The narrow leather strap from the ring on the bottom of the cock-cuff was placed between the electrodes, down his ass crack, and locked to the belt, securing the plug in position.

The wire connectors were plugged into the electrodes and then connected to the black box. Tom was in for a treat. (This is me resisting a cheap pun). At no time has Tom been told that we were starting the electrical phase. I made sure he felt no wires while I was hooking him up and the wires are not touching him. He will be surprised to say the least.

All the control knobs were off before opening the main circuit. The ‘pulse’ was set to one pulse every three seconds when I slowly started increasing the amount of current.

(The unit sends a pulse to the butt plug, electricity passes from one side of the plug through the muscle tissue closest to the plug to the other side of the plug. When electric current flows through a muscle it causes the muscle to contract involuntarily.

The amount of current determines how much the muscle contracts. In this case, that muscle tissue is the sphincter. When the sphincter contracts, the ass hole tightens and the cock ’jumps’)

The first pulse was seen before the first umph from Tom was heard. The second pulse hit and the second umumph from Tom. The ball was still in his mouth so the current steadily increased.

Tom was moaning with delight each time the pulse hit, so I slowly started to shorten or ’speed up’ the pulse rate. When the pulses started coming at the rate of about four a second, the moan became a long continuous groan of pleasure.

His reactions had to be watched very closely so as not to match the rate that Tom would naturally thrust if he were jacking off or having sex. He might cum before I wanted him to. That meant that the rate and the current had to keep changing so that he couldn’t cum.

A little more current and it gets painful, a faster rate and there is not enough time for the muscle to relax, so it just stays contracted or flutters extremely quickly. I do this for myself and know how wonderful it can feel and how it feels if you get a little too much current. Not good, and can temporarily stop you from cuming, which in Tom’s case is good for me to know.

He is kept jangling, up and down, up and down, for about twenty minutes then slowly withdrawn from this addicting pleasure which he loudly protests. He got one last big jolt and he yelped, and then stopped his protest. (Flash!) (I have noticed that his feet are just starting to get pale and his face is flushed)

He was lowered to the mat, his arms were still held out by the chains and his legs were still spread. I just let him ‘roll out’ on his back on the mat as he was lowered. The suspension bar was detached from the hoist and hooked to one end of a chain, then the chain attached to a wall stud keeping him in a horizontal spread eagle on the mat. (Flash!)

It’s time to remove the nipple clamps again. The head harness has a gag that snaps in place so I tell Tom to spit the ball out and the gag was snapped in place. This time the clamps came off at the same time and as he is laying there squirming I am playing with both nipples at the same time.

I had to ease up a little because I didn’t want him to hurt himself pulling on his restraints. I set the black box to a light current and slow pulse and let him lie there resting. The air horn was put back in his hand and I went downstairs and out by the pool for a smoke. (sound travels easily through an uninsulated roof)

He was left there for a half hour or so and when I returned, there was quite a puddle of pre-cum on the mat between his legs. The box was turned off and the wires from the plug removed, which drew Tom from his trance and he groaned in disappointment.

He was told we were not done with the electricity and to be patient. The air horn was taken from him and his ankles released from the inversion boots. He was ankle cuffed. As the chains from the wrist restrains were disconnected, they were ‘quick linked’ directly to the collar and Tom was stood up.

In removing the cock cuff with the belt, I had to find another way to ensure that the butt plug could not be expelled. I used a butt plug harness.

It is a locking belt that has a strap in front that connects to a cock ring, from the cock ring it passes between the legs, up the ass crack and to the rear of the belt holding everything in place.

One conductive elastic band was placed on the lubed shaft of his cock just behind the head, and one around his lubed balls.

(I have to have positive and negative attachment points for the wires so the current will flow from one band to the other and lube for a good connection)

Tom was moved over and the suspension bar reattached to the hoist, raising it to head height. Using six inch chains, the restraints and quick-links were taken off of the collar and connected to the palm side of the wrist restraints and to each end of the bar. (Circulation in the wrists will not be cut off this way)

Tom’s gag was removed because he was unable to hold anything in his hand anymore and I need for him to be able to breathe easily. I gave him another drink of water. The bar was raised until Tom’s toes were about twelve inches off the floor.

Removing the ankle cuffs, ropes were tied to each ankle and to opposing wall studs tightly pulling his feet apart, effectively immobilizing his legs in the air. The bar was raised another few inches which put more pressure on all four attachment points.

The tit clamps were reattached making Tom thrash about in vain. Instead of tying the clamp connecting chain to the cock ring, heavy weights were placed on the chain. The result was to make Tom stop his thrashing because every jerk made the weights bounce and pull more on the clamps thus tightening them. (Flash!)

Before his nipples get numb from loss of circulation, I took the modified cattle prod (the voltage has been decreased from extreme pain to very uncomfortable) and alternately zapped the soles of his feet a few times (which got him jerking and torturing his tits again) to acclimate him to what could happen to any part of his body at any time.

To further illustrate the point, each arm pit was zapped in turn, and then the tip of the prod only touched to Tom’s balls, without zapping him. He screamed NO, PLEASE, NO, but doesn’t use a safe word. He was told to shut it or the next time he yells out his balls will not just get touched with the prod but zapped! This made for a very effective verbal gag and it would let me know when it’s ok to light up his balls.

The wires were connected to the elastic straps and then to a jack on the box and the butt plug re-connected to another jack. (The box has jacks for four pairs of leads and I‘ve only used two pair, so far) Tom was given a small dildo to keep his mouth happy and to bite down on if he needed to and the box turned on.

The plug controls were set back to the settings they were on while Tom was resting and his cock was worked on with varying pulses and currents. Tom was voraciously working the dildo in his mouth and moaning/groaning constantly.

The current and pulse rate on the plug was increased to a barely tolerable level for Tom and the cock current and pulse were set likewise. The prod was picked up and starting with the feet again, methodically covered Tom’s body with jolts of pain leaving his tits, cock and balls, and ass untouched. (Nothing above the neck either)

I start to remove the nipple clamps and the moan/groans stop and I notice that the dildo has firm pressure from teeth on it. The tits were worked as before, squeezing a little and twisting a little, letting them rest in-between.

When I think he’s ready, one of his nipples was zapped and Tom involuntarily screamed dropping his dildo pacifier. This opportunity was taken to touch the prod to his balls, giving him time to use a safe word, and when he said nothing, got zapped.

Tom was in real pain now, jerking and sobbing but still not using any safe words. The prod was put down, the currents on the electric devices lowered and the suspension bar lowered, until Tom was eye level with me but his feet were still not touching the floor.

Moving to him and holding him close, soothing his worn body with my hands, I continued this cool down period until he stopped sobbing. He said was sorry for crying, thanked me, and told me he was ready for more. I kissed his ear and told him he had nothing to be sorry for and that was enough for the night. It was time to get him trussed up for the night and put to bed.

This brought a big grin to Tom’s face and he softly asked if he could keep the electric butt plug in all night. He was told that we would see about it, released him from his suspension and everything removed, leaving only the collar, cock ring, and butt plug.

We held each other for a few minutes and then he asked if he could relive the pressure from my swollen cock. He could, but he would have to be bound to do so. He quickly unwound his arms from around me, unsnapped my leather jock strap and placed it on the floor, turned around with his hands behind his back and bowed his head.

That was all I needed and grabbed a length of rope and securely bound his hands, wrists facing together with about four feet of rope left hanging. Helping him to his knees, I bound his ankles, crossed, with another length of rope, again, leaving extra rope loose.

He was told to squat down so that he was sitting on his ankles, knees spread, cock and balls exposed. I knelt down and taking the leftover rope from the ankles, wrapped it around his balls and tied it off squeezing his ball sac to a shine. (Flash!)

Standing back up and reaching over and behind him, I picked up the loose rope from the wrists. This put my cock in his face and he eagerly tried to capture it in his mouth. As I straightened back up, my cock eluded his attempt and was now too high for him to reach due to the rope holding his balls to his ankles.

Pulling him up by the rope around his wrists, bringing them up high between his shoulder blades before his mouth begin to get closer to my cock. As I ‘lifted’ him, rocking him forward on his knees and balancing him there, his feet were lifted off the floor by his balls and now he could reach my cock.

Tom was very good at ’no-hands’ cocksucking. As I got closer to cuming, the rope was held with one hand and the back of Tom’s head grabbed with the other, pacing him to my needs.

When I came, his head was held in place, my cock deep in his throat, for many long seconds. He was trying to pull away a few moments before I actually released him. He came off my cock gasping a little, gave me a grin, and told me that maybe a little breath control wouldn’t be so bad after all. He was told I would take note of that and his hair tousled.

When I began to untie him, he reminded me that I was going to leave him tied up for the night. He was told that he was, but not this way. When I had him untied, I said that I remembered something about him wanting to test his straight jacket endurance.

A look of ecstasy washed across his face and he was vigorously nodding in agreement. Going to a dresser and I brought out the black leather straitjacket, a hood that had nose vents and a mouth hole, the ear plugs, an empty gallon milk jug, and a tube gag. (The gag has a 4 inch long tube that allows for easy breathing and for forcing liquids into the mouth)

I also got the black leather, padded ankle binders with two heavy duty 'D' rings on each side, one above the other. Tom was rocking on the balls of his feet with anticipation. Tom got his last chance to pee for the night when he was handed the empty milk jug.

He handed it back one third full. He was made to drink again and told it would be his last for the night. Tom was told that the tube gag was going to be placed in his mouth and he was to hold it there with his teeth until I fit the lace-up hood on him and got it pulled tight.

The ear plugs were fit and then I fit and locked the hood in place. (The mouth hole in the hood holds the tube gag in place) Next, Tom was told to hold his arms out in front and began the long process of getting the straight jacket on and the fit right.

After I got his arms in the jacket and while they were still held out in front, the wrist straps that keep the hands in the end of the closed sleeve were tightened and locked. His arms were placed to his sides, turned around and buckled, tightened, and adjusted the four back straps.

His arms were then crossed in front and brought to the back, buckling the straps on the ends of the sleeves together securely. There were two more straps that were attached to the jacket in front above the crotch.

They were fastened by passing the straps on each side the cock, between the legs and in ‘jock strap’ fashion over the cheeks and buckled near the hips on the back of the jacket, keeping the jacket from being raised over the head.

An addition to this jacket was a locking collar strap which I buckled and locked. (I did that last because as you secure the arms, the whole jacket tightens even more and if the collar is already fastened, it will choke him)

Tom gets walked over to the mat, not the bed, gets plugged into the box, and helped to lie down on his back. The ankle binders were, buckled, locked in place, and his legs secured by attaching chains to one of the rings on each side and to wall studs.

The straitjacket has 'D' rings sewn into the shoulders and these were attached to chains and the chains to wall studs. The chains form an X, pulling the ankles away from the shoulders and pulling everything out to hold Tom immobile in the center of the mat. He can lift his ass off of the mat. (Flash!)

Lying down beside him, I adjust the box to Tom’s favorite settings and started to work his cock. I brought him to the verge of cuming and stopped, up and down, over and over. Tom could not stay still. He kept pumping his hips, trying to cum, but I won’t let him.

Stopping I place a rubber cock ring with a bullet vibrator attached to it at the base of his shaft with the bullet resting on his balls. I turn it on and pat Tom goodnight. I go over to the bed throwing a blanket on it and fall asleep to the sound of Tom’s frustration.

Its morning, the sun has not yet risen but the sky was just starting to get lighter. I think I’ll wake Tom up with a little breath control that he thought would be ok, I better let him pee in the jug again, and then we might have a little something to eat. He’ll be put on the St. Andrews cross a little later. I think I’ll be a little mean today.

Getting up quietly I approach Tom slowly from above his head. With the hood and ear plugs on, he can’t here me but he might feel the vibrations from the floor. Tearing off a one inch piece of duct tape from one of the many rolls I have around the attic it’s placed carefully over the nose holes without pressing it on.

When Tom finds out he can’t breathe through his mouth, he’ll try to breath through his nose and the vacuum will ‘set’ the adhesive on the tape and keep it in place.

Reaching over, I pinched the tube shut just after he exhaled. When he woke with a start, I quickly knelt with a knee on each side of his head to keep it still. While I was holding the tube, I reached over and tuned the box off.

The tape worked properly and Tom was starting to writhe as much as his bonds would let him. He was to busy trying to breath to scream. He was allowed to take one breath and exhale, and then the tube was pinched again. This time he tried to make some noise.

His cock had sprung to life and was rock hard where it had been limp just a minute before. He got two more breaths and I held. Now he was getting some control and wasn’t thrashing about so much. He was let breathe for a while and settle down.

The tube was pinched in the middle of the next inhalation, and held a lot longer than before, long enough for Tom to start to panic. I let go and as soon as he found he could breathe again, he calmed down instantly.

At that moment I plugged the tube with a stopper that had a string tied to an eyelet in the end and stood up, freeing his head and making him think I was leaving him like that.

He thrashed and bucked trying to twist out of his bonds. When the thrashing started to slow but before he could completely pass out, the string was yanked, popping the plug out of the tube.

Kneeling back down with his head between my knees, I grabbed the tube gag and pulled it though the mouth hole letting Tom know that the breath control session was over.

He tried to talk but I silenced him by placing a finger on his lips. Then I patted his shoulder and removed the shoulder chains. Moving to his feet, I patted the ankle binders and removed them. His head was patted next and he shook it no, so I patted his crossed arms and got a nod of yes.

He was sat up, the arm straps unbuckled and the collar strap unlocked and unbuckled. He was helped to stand and held until he could stand on his on. Tom was walked to a post and his hands placed on the post and the rest of the straps unbuckled, the wrists straps unlocked and unbuckled.

Taking one hand, I removed that sleeve from his arm replacing his now bare hand on the post and finished removing the jacket. The butt plug and bullet cock ring were also removed.

While Tom was still steadying himself, I walked over and got the milk jug. I came back over to Tom, took one of his hands and placed it on the jug. I patted his cock, then his hand on the jug. He understood, took the jug and pissed. When he finished, I watered him again.

He was able to stand on his own now. He was walked over to the dresser and the iron collar, wrist irons and ankle irons, all connected by chains were pulled out. Beginning with locking Tom’s ankles together, then, from behind, locked the iron collar onto his neck over the leather collar leaving the wrist irons dangling in the upper middle of his back. (They were designed to be in front and were placed high to keep the hands away from the cock)

Tom was walked to the back of the attic, around a corner, and further back. There was an iron plate bolted to the floor with a short length of chain welded to it. I helped him kneel then took his hand and made him feel the plate.

A lock was placed in his hand and he was helped to lock his ankle chain to the chain on the plate. Each wrist was then taken and locked behind his back. There is no way for him to reach is cock with his hands and he couldn’t wander around. In fact, Tom was not going anywhere. (Flash!)

I began removing the hood. He shook his head and said no. His balls were slapped and I finished removing the hood and removed the ear plugs. He was told he was never to defy me again and left him there in the dark where he couldn’t see around the corner. He did hear me leave and lock the doors.

With the music still on downstairs, I can’t hear anything in the attic, but from outside, I can hear very well. (The house is insulated from the attic floor to the inside ceiling. The attic is not insulated and with the eave vents, it’s like I was just across the room)

I went out for a smoke, made him a protein shake, got myself something substantial to eat, changed into a black t-shirt, leather pants and boots and went back to the attic with his morning meal.

Tom was not sure what was going on when he heard the doors close and lock followed by the sound of boots. I shouted ‘wake up, here comes breakfast’ before I rounded the corner.

Walking over to him, I stopped about as far away as the chain would let him crawl, gag in one hand, the breakfast bottle in the other. I dropped the gag to the floor and held the bottle in front of my crotch and told him to come and get it.

My tone took him by surprise and he paused just long enough for me to have to say NOW! Then scrambled over to me as fast as he could being on his knees and all chained up like he was.

I had misjudged the distance and the chain came up just a tad short making him fall against me but not hard enough to knock me down. The bottle was moved a second before his face buried into my crotch, he didn‘t fall over but he couldn‘t right himself either. He was settled back on his knees, the bottle was moved back to its original position, and I make him open it with his teeth and suck it dry.

When he finished, the bottle was tossed aside and he was made to put the gag in himself by nosing it around on the floor until he could suck it into his mouth. It took him awhile but he came up with it.

It was buckled much tighter than yesterday and a lot rougher, and locked it with a grunt. This was not his gag, but one of mine with a 'D' ring riveted on the outside where the mouth is, a larger penis shaped gag inside, and the buckle strap was wider.

The floor chain was unlocked and he was stood up. From overhead, I grabbed the end of a chain that was hanging there in the dark and moved him under it. With the lock from the floor chain, I locked the 'D' ring on the gag to the chain making him crane his neck and could only see things at, or above eye level.

The light was turned on, illuminating all the floggers, whips, paddles, and other torture devices that had been hanging there in the dark all along. He couldn’t see them clearly but he could tell what they were. He also knew what they were used for.

What he couldn’t see yet was the St. Andrews Cross behind him. He was told that from here on out he was completely mine and I was going to do anything that I wanted to despite our negotiations, so we won’t be bothering with signals or safe words.

(I lied, I had no intention of breaking our agreement. I was going to watch him like a hawk and at the first sign of trouble, he would be freed from his bonds. This was mind play, as this has all been. He won‘t know it until it‘s over and he‘s safe. Then I will own him, heart, mind and body)

A three inch, lace up ball stretcher with a ring for attaching weights was taken from the wall and held up for him to see, then I slid a chair in front of him, sat down and started to milk his balls down. They were stretched down as far as they would go and I started working on the stretcher, lacing and pulling, lacing and pulling, until I had it tight.

The chair was slid back across the room and I went to the wall and got two, one pound weights on a light chain and attached them to the stretcher and let them drop. This got a muffled yelp out of Tom and let him know that I meant what I had said.

His cock was sticking out from his body at a ninety degree angle and bouncing. A pair of tit clamps with metal teeth, a ring on each instead of a chain, was placed. I had adjusted the tightness so they would stay on but not draw blood. Weights were attached to these as well. (Flash!)

I have an electrified device that looks like a small tennis racket but the strings are wires that are separated just enough to keep a spark from jumping the gap. It is like a cattle prod. When something conductive, like skin, is swatted, the sparks fly. It feels like you’ve been hit with a pledge paddle swung by a three hundred pound muscle man but it leaves no bruise.

This is brought over and shown to him, but he doesn’t know what it is. He finds out very quickly after the first swat to his ass. After the third, he’s dancing to avoid it and the weights are swinging and his cock is throbbing and oozing. He gets one more, good swat on the ass to make it even.

The weights were removed from the nipple clamps but the clamps were left where they are and those weights added to his balls. I unlocked the gag from the ceiling chain but attached the chain to the iron collar keeping him in a standing position and keeping him upright. a blindfold was placed on him and the earplugs put back in. (Flash!)

His cock was milked again, bringing him closer and closer to climax but always stopping short. After the sixth time, I reached up and took off the tit clamps. This took Tom’s mind off his dick for a while as I tweaked and twisted and pinched and flicked and pulled on his overworked nipples.

Jumping around, He almost lost his balance and he came close to hanging himself. I had to stop and I watched closely but did not help him regain his balance. He managed to do that himself.

I walked quietly over to the chair, sat down and watched him for an hour or so. Tom was fine for the first ten, and then the weights started to get to him. I could see him start to sit, and then the collar would remind him that he couldn’t.

After another fifteen minutes, it became hard for him to stand and he would shuffle from one chained ankle to the other. After another twenty five minutes Tom began to whimper like a child that wanted to go out and play but daddy won’t let him.

I softly walked over to the door and quietly opened and loudly shut it, then walked heavily back to where Tom was, knowing he could tell I was approaching, and removed his ball weights.

The stretcher was unlaced and taken off, and none too gently. The sharp intake of breath was heard through his nose when I pulled it loose. The collar chain was unlocked, the blindfold removed and led him out of the back corner and back over to the mat.

His shoulders were pressed on until he dropped to his knees and then he was pushed over onto the mat with my boot. Tom landed with an oomph on his side. He was rolled to his stomach and pulled to the center of the mat. Duct tape was wrapped his head a couple of times blindfolding him. (Flash!)

As each wrist iron was unlocked, it was replaced with a padded leather restraint and chained to a wall stud. The iron collar came off next. I got two more padded ankle restraints from the dresser and fastened these between his knees and caves. The ankle irons were replaced with the ankle binders I had used earlier.

Four, web-strap tie downs came off the wall and the hooks were attached to eyelets on wall studs forty five degrees off of the center line of Tom’s body. (Like an X) The ends were brought to the center and laid on the small of his back.

Bending his knees, I raised his lower legs to a vertical position and attached each tie down to each of the four 'D' rings on the ankle binders, the top to rings to the front, the bottoms to the rear. The restraints on his legs were then chained to studs behind him about eight feet apart.

Having gotten a few indications that Tom might be ticklish, mostly by the way he would move when he was touched in certain areas, I began by running a cotton swab around the edges of a foot. He tried to wiggle his foot. I didn’t get the reaction that I had hoped for but it showed promise.

The swab was run down the center of the other foot and did get the reaction I wanted. He started squirming and mmphing into the gag. Ok, I knew he was ticklish now. The gag would have to be removed so he could breathe and beg me to stop. The arms and calf chains were tight enough to keep him in place.

Getting a second swab and I worked both feet at the same time. It turned out he had more wiggle room than I thought, but his feet barely moved, so I was able to control where I tickled.

Tom did not like this new torture but I did, and was not going to stop, for a long while. I kept working on his feet, Tom kept pleading with me to stop, which I did, for a few seconds, and then got right back to it. No mercy was shown and he was having trouble catching his breath so I left his feet alone for the moment.

I straddled him, sitting on his ass and rested my back against his legs, and reached down and started on his sides. He could still buck like crazy but he was soon worn out and had to just lie there.

What was left of his strength had been tickled away. He still tried to avoid my light touches but to no good end. I reached behind me and tried the thighs and found a little reserve strength. His feet got a few more minutes of my attentions.

To be continued...

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Leo Devin

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