TOYS IN THE ATTIC part 3

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: TOYS IN THE ATTIC Part 3
Date: 22 December 2008

TOYS IN THE ATTIC
A BDSM TALE
By Leo Devin Part3


Note: When you see (Flash!), that is where a photo will be taken, If I ever find the right model that is willing to submit to modeling in those situations. And no "fake" stuff either!

I was satisfied now and let Tom rest while I got up an got the UV wand ready.

The UV, or Ultra Violet wand is a ‘static electricity generator’ and there are several gas filled, sealed, glass tubes of different shapes and sizes that can be inserted into the base. When the base is turned on, the tube lights up with a violet glow (very much like the “Plasma Balls” that were so popular a few years back) giving it a wand appearance.

The device was developed over fifty years ago as a medical device used to cure everything from baldness, to cancer, to impotence. It did not. (Except for maybe the latter. I can tell you from experience that electricity and the prostate, do get along. Tom here would emphatically agree)

The spark you get from door knobs in the winter is static electricity but you only get one spark at a time because static electricity is slow to build up enough to spark, unless it is generated.

The UV wand gives me access to a continuous stream of static electricity. (There is tons more about static electricity. I will not go into all of them here, just trust me, its fun)

I take advantage of one of static’s properties by passing the charge through my body. I have an adaptor that connects to the device, (where a bulb would) a metal bead chain connects to that and a two inch square metal plate attaches to the chain. I ground the metal plate to my body either with tape, under a waist band, anything to KEEP it in contact with my skin.

A thin layer of sweat develops rapidly and helps to keep the connection. When I turn the unit on, I have now become a static electric generator and whatever I touch with any part of my body gets zapped.

(I am VERY, VERY careful not to touch any thing else that has an electric current. Like a light switch or knob on a lamp. Believe me, You don’t want to. I have, not pleasant!)

Now, walking over to Tom, I plug in, turn the wand on and watch for a reaction to the sound. (It has a buzz like a bad neon sign) None, he doesn’t know what he’s in for. I reach out and touch the center of his foot.

He yells with surprise, then realizes that It’s not painful just tingly, and starts to squirm again as I start rubbing him all over the entire backside of his body. The farther I make the sparks ‘jump’ from my fingers, the more intense the tingle, or sting.

If I touch and hold the contact with no space between my finger and his skin, Tom, becomes the generator and whatever he touches will get a shock. (We have made a human chain of seven without apparent loss of intensity)

As I start to move my finger, keeping contact, the feeling is almost indescribably pleasant. Warmth seems to ‘flow’ from the finger into the surrounding skin. (I am also careful not to touch any of the chains or I will get the ‘shock’ if the metal is grounded.
Static likes to travel through metal.

In fact, I have worn this device in the bar and leaned against a metal rimmed pool table and ‘shocked’ about five guys at the same time that were leaning against the rim) If you were one of those fortunate few, You are most welcome!

Being pleasant is not what I am trying to be, so I keep the spark jumping as far as I can. This can get very irritating, like fingernails on a chalk board to the ears. He keeps asking me to stop and asking what I am doing to him. I keep silent and continue to zap him on every exposed part of his wonderful writhing body.

Sometimes, jumping to opposite ends or sides of his body, sometimes, in the same place. Since he can’t see me, he has no idea where I’ll strike next. Nose, ears, balls, arm pits, or the crack of his ass.

(Static is safe everywhere on the body. In the bar, I used to kiss my ex. while grounded and let the people around us see the sparks jump between our lips and tongues. I am sorry for all the explaining, but I really love electrical play. The world needs more of it!)

Tom is gasping and begging me to stop. He has not bothered to see if a safe word will work and I don’t want to push him into doing so and ruin the mind game. I reach over and unplug the wand.

Taking the plate out of my waistband, I start to release Tom, quick-linking his wrist restraints behind his back as I do. The hoist is lowered and his toes untied. all the tie downs and leg chains are removed.

Standing him up and leaning him over my shoulder, I carry him over to the St. Andrews Cross setting him down, standing in front of it. I cannot let go of him with the ankle binders still on or he will fall over. I bend, get a better hold of him and set his feet on the 2”x10” shelf, that runs the length between the bottom legs of the cross about 2 inches above the floor, and lean his back against the center of the cross.

The top of the cross is leaned back about twenty five degrees, to help prevent any bucking and also keeps it from falling forward.

Going behind the cross, I connect the wrist rope to one wrist restraint and unlinking his wrists, quickly pull the rope raising his arm up to the corner of the cross and secure it in place. I attach the second wrist rope, raise and secure it.

The boards of the cross are an inch and a half thick and ten inches wide. The upper ends of the boards are shorter than the lower ends placing the intersection of the two boards in the center of the back, not the ass.

Pulleys have been installed IN the board’s at all four ends so the ropes actually pass through the board and the pulley and along the back side of the board to a “gear clamp” or “Cam clamp”. The clamp is open on one side and fastens by pulling the rope, setting the rope in the open slot in the clamp, and releasing the rope.

As the rope tries to pull back through the ‘gear or toothed, cam’ catches and holds it in place. To release it, simply pull the rope out of the slot. This way the ropes can be tightened or loosened at any time.

Simply pull the rope, no fussing with time eating knots that get to tight. (There are safety reasons too. You don’t have to use quick release connections that take some of the authenticity out of a scene)

Tightening up his arms, I leave him standing on his heels. (Flash!) The ankle binders are removed and padded ankle restraints are placed on each ankle. The restrains are left on the calves. The ankle restraints get ropes attached to them and the ropes pulled tight, making Tom stand on the balls of his feet.

The calf restraints are secured to the cross with clips and attached to eyelets that are screwed into the cross every two inches all around the outside and inside edges. Restraints are placed on his arms between his biceps and elbows, clipping them to the cross.

His torso is strapped to the cross with a bondage belt. It is cinched across his chest just below his pecs, accentuating them. (Flash!) Tom gets water and made to piss in the jug again. It’s more than half full now and I have plans for it later.

I retrieve the tit clamps with the connecting chain and begin to get his nipples ready for them and Tom starts whining about his sore tits. I grab the roll of duct tape and with several wraps, stop the whining.

The clamps are put on and the chain given a yank. Tom screams into the tape. Taking the thin rope I had used on his toes, I make a sliding loop in one end. I place the loop over his swollen cock head and tighten it leaving the knot just under the piss slit.

A few tugs are given to see if it will stay and it does. The rope is cut to an appropriate length and it is tied to the nipple clamps just making it taught. With the rest of the thin rope, I wrap his ball sac till his balls are shinny again and tie it off, leaving a loop about a foot below his stretched balls.

Two pounds of weights are hung on the loop, making Tom’s cock pull down which pulls on the tit clamp chain which pulls the tits. Any time Tom makes any move all his tender spots get a jiggle. (Flash!) Time for a little more electricity.

Getting the UV wand going again, when he hears it so soon after, he starts to get a little jumpy not knowing where I’ll strike first and sets the ball weights moving. His cock, being held in an upright position like it is, is just too much of a temptation to pass up. Besides, it’s one of the few areas that got left out last time.

Starting at the base, I work my way to the head and back down. Tom is jangling just a bit too much so I give his balls another pound to hold.

Now for the tits. I alternately tap them, about a dozen times each, right where the tips stick out between the clamp pads and since they have not been clamped very long, they are very sensitive.

The sounds of the metal weights on his balls clanking together are heard. Up and down his sides with staccato movements, up and down the insides of his thighs, one side then the next. The shinny balls do not miss my attentions, nor do the soles of his feet.

Another pound is added to his balls. I let my fingers dance on his chest, outlining his pecs, traveling to his arm pits and up the insides of his arms to his elbows and back down to his chest. Now I begin to randomly select areas, sometimes stopping to play a little in one spot before moving on. I turn off the UV wand and set it aside.

Tom relaxes now that he can’t hear it. I give him back his ear plugs and set his ball weights to swinging in a circular pattern. I need to add a little something of my own to Toms milk jug. Sitting down in the chair, I wait to see what Tom is going to do and to see how long it takes him to do it.

It doesn’t take long for Tom to start testing his bonds, twisting a wrist here, an elbow there. It’s really interesting to see him try to rest a leg by shifting his weight to the other leg. The restraints on his calves keep his knees slightly bent and with his wrist keeping him up on the balls of his feet, there is no way to relieve any pressure, anywhere.

After fifteen minutes I can tell he is getting frustrated about not being able to find a position that is not painful. I wait another ten minutes to remove the ball weights.

Another ten and I remove the ear plugs, unclip one arm restraint, loosen that wrist rope, and order Tom to take the nipple clamps off himself or he’ll get the HD prod. He doesn’t quite know what to do.

He never expected to have to torture himself. He tried to take the first one off slowly. As soon as he took the slightest pressure of the nipple, the searing pain started and he let it go, which was just as bad. He had started and now he had to finish.

He tried again, and got the first one off, he started to rub it and thought better, moved his hand to the other clamp and quickly took it off. Standing to the side of the cross, I quickly pulled the wrist rope tight the instant he got the other clamp off, locked it down and started to play with his tits.

Boy was he pissed. After a few seconds, I re-clipped the arm down to the cross and returned to his tits. I knew, now, that for the rest of the session, be it tonight or tomorrow night, his nipples would now be very sore all the time.

The clamps were removed from the rope tied to the head of his cock and tying a loop, added weights to that and sat down to watch again. I wanted him flat worn out for his nap.

Ten minutes later, taking a clothes pin and placing it, closed his nose. He could push air out, but could not draw any back in. He began to thrash at his bonds and make as much noise as he could until he completely ran out of breath. He stopped thrashing and concentrated on getting some air.

His chest heaved as he desperately tried to inhale. I removed the clothes pin and let him. If he ever had any doubt about who was in control, he didn’t have any now. He had to depend on me for the very breath of life, and his life was in my hands.

The clothes pin was replaced. The thrashing resumed and again, I waited for the heaving chest. Off with the pin. After a few breaths he started thrashing and trying to yell through the duct tape gag, so the pin was replaced. The thrashing stopped. The attempted yelling stopped.

The pin was removed long before his chest told me he was out of air. Three breaths, pin. No thrashing, no noise, no pin. Tom had learned. His head was petted and the ear plugs removed, and was told good boy, you learned something, didn’t you.

This upset him and he started jerking at his restrains. Pin on. As soon as he settled down, pin off, he was asked if he was going to be a good boy. Tom reluctantly nodded yes. More still had to done to break him.

The restraints were released and removed holding his calves and elbows. The weights and rope from his cock were removed and his balls unwrapped, replacing the wrap with a two piece, bolt on, ball weight. The ball weight would not cut off circulation but constantly kept the balls pulled down.

I get the piss jug and bring it to the cross and make Tom pee. The belt across his chest is left for now and the ankle ropes released and the ropes from the restraints are untied. Getting a twelve inch length of chain from a box behind the cross, I lock the ankle restraints together. (Flash!)

One wrist rope is released and the rope on that restraint untied. With a padlock in hand, I move his free wrist to his collar and lock it on. I release and free the other wrist and do the same. Now the bondage belt is removed from his chest.

His somewhat soft cock is grabbed and he’s led over to the chair, sat down, and told him to stay. Going to a dresser and getting a wrist restraint/harness, I brought it over to the chair, told Tom to stand, and started putting it on him.

It is a long strap an inch wide, the center of the strap has a wider two inch strap attached to it that hangs from the back of the neck, down the back between the shoulder blades and ends in two locking straps for wrists and a 'D' ring under the bottom wrist cuff.

The ends of the one inch strap come around each side of the neck, cross each other in a square of leather (to hold them together) at the solar plexus, then under the arm pits. Then buckle and lock, under the two inch strap, right between the shoulder blades.

The two inch strap has a buckle between the neck and wrist cuff and can be tightened lifting the wrists further and further up the back, placing a great strain on the arms and shoulders.

The harness is placed on Tom, unlocking and attaching one wrist at a time, as will always be the way I change restraints. The back strap is cinched, raising his wrists about halfway up his back and buckled it in place. He is placed back in the chair, with the chair back between his wrists and his back.

The duct tape over his mouth is then removed and I let him drink his fill from the water bottle. He drinks it all over a few minutes time and when asked if he wanted more, he nodded yes. He is told to be good and to stay in the chair and I will be right back. Getting more water, he drank about half of that bottle.

Instead of taping his mouth shut again, I got a ring gag, fitted the edges of the ring behind his teeth, stretching his mouth wide open, and strapped it securely in place. With a ring gag, speech is incoherent, air is easily obtained but, it makes him drool like crazy and I can put things in his mouth.

I stood him up, bent him over and lubed his asshole. A substantial butt plug was taken from the dresser and inserted without protest. He was taken over to the mat and fishing thin rope through the ball weight, tied it for later use.

He was eased down on his stomach, this time. The back strap on the harness was now cinched tighter, getting a few groans out of Tom as I did. The chain from the ankle restraints was unlocked and they were locked directly together.

Tom was told to raise his butt to give me access to his (now hard again) cock and his balls. I grabbed his cock and slowly bent it down toward his feet and putting his balls in a position between his legs, and told him to lie back down. Taking the rope tied to the ball weight in hand, I moved behind Tom.

His ankles were picked up and were bent back, pushing down until his heels touched his ass. Holding his feet in position the rope was tied to the lock holding his ankles together and my hand was taken off of his feet.

He could not hold his heels against his ass, so his feet ended up pulling on his balls. He tried to contract the muscles in his legs to relive the pull but could not hold them for long. Self torture again. (Flash!)

He was told to take a nap, the earplugs replaced and I went to lie down on the bed. He could be seen plainly and I enjoyed watching him stay uncomfortable. I must have dozed off.

When I checked my watch, it was almost two thirty pm and Tom had been writhing for forty five minutes without calling out. He might have been broken after all. I went to Tom, removed his ear plugs, and told him he was a good boy and if he kept it up, I was going to do something special for him later.

His ankles were released from his balls first. His ankles were held in place so they wouldn’t fall back too quickly. With his legs being in that position for almost an hour, I knew they would be stiff and sore.

I rubbed his legs as I slowly let them down to the mat. The chair was brought over and Tom sat down, facing the back of the chair. Unlocking the adjustment strap, I lowered it two notches and re-buckled it.

His arms were rubbed bringing the circulation back into them slowly, lowered two more notches and rubbed, lowered and rubbed, until his arms were all the way down to the small of his back.

the cock cuff was placed back on him with out having to remove the ball weight and he got his hands cuffed in front. Tom was moved to the mat on his back, his face cleaned up from all the drooling and given a rubdown with oil.

The moans of pleasure told me I had not lost him. His cock, which had gone soft, sprang back to life as I was putting the cock cuff on, telling me that Tom was happy too. I double checked the mat to see if Tom had cum while I wasn’t watching, but he hadn’t.

I put the walking chain back on his ankles and stood him up. He was made to continue filling the piss jug, (the cock cuff can be pissed through) capped it and set it aside. Tom will not see the light of this day. The duct tape will be easier to remove from his hair the longer it stays in place. (Oils in the hair will help it release from the adhesive)

I bent over and licked his left nipple and I got just a little jump out of Tom. I sucked it a little, and then took it playfully between my teeth. He tries to pull back but I have already put my hand behind him and hold him in place. He whimpers, but I don’t bite it. I just kiss it and lead him to another area of the attic dungeon.

He is taken over by the bed and put on the floor with his back to a wall stud. Raising his hands, one cuff is unlocked and re-cuffed behind the stud so he is locked to the stud with his arms over his head. (Flash!)

He was told to be good and I would bring him some lunch. I grab a box of stuff that might come in handy later and go downstairs, unlocking and locking the doors. The box is taken out to the pool and set it by the steps. I grab a smoke, go in and make his protein shake and grab my self a package of sandwich crackers, eating them before I change back into my gym shorts.

Heading back up to the attic, locking the doors behind me, I remove the ring gag and let him drink lunch. I can not resist his nipples, being so vulnerable with his arms up, so I work them and Tom said no. That pissed me off. I stopped, got the biggest ball gag that I had and forced it in his mouth, securing it very tightly.

I finish working those tit’s a little rougher that I had planned. I got a two foot square of plastic and told Tom to raise his ass. The plastic was placed under him and told to sit. I went to his feet and slid them toward the other side of the room until he was lying flat on his back.

With a tie down strap I hooked one end to the ankle chain and the other end around the wall stud on that side of the room and drew it very tight.

I went for the UV wand. Once it was up and running, I took the adapter out of the unit and touched the open end of the unit directly to the cock cuff. This electrified the whole thing, making Tom try to buck his hips away, giving his entire cock and ball sac a sharp jolt.

This a was done few more times but I noticed that his cock head was growing out the end of the tube, so I stopped that, and moved to the tits giving each of them a dose. This got the pain response I wanted. I turned off the wand and I left him like that. (Flash!) He did need more work after all.

The pressure was released after about five minutes. The strap unhooked his wrists taken from around the post and re-cuffed as I stood him up. I removed the cock cuff and I walked him over to the paddle horse and bent him over it.

I have a single handcuff on foot long chains clipped to each leg on one side, and a single anklecuff with chain on the other legs. These can be moved to any leg of the paddle horse, depending on how you want to use it.

I got his wrists cuffed, then cuffed his feet below the restraints. Going back around to the wrist side, I pulled Tom forward until his feet were off the floor and adjusted the chains to hold him there. I went to the ankle side and adjusted those as well, stretching him tightly over the pad, ass exposed and just the right height for fucking.

The butt plug was yanked out, it was clean, and took it back to the dresser and got the lube. Returned to Tom, hand spanked him for a few minutes, covering his ass and the backs of his legs. Tom was jumping and yelping with each hit, pulling on all four extremities at the same time.

I put a condom on and lubed myself up and without hesitation, rammed it home. Tom’s ass was full. I may not be long, but I am thick, thicker than the butt plug I replaced. Tom tried to get off. He tried real hard. I withdrew and re-thrust. I continued pulling all the way out and ramming all the way in.

After the shock had set in, Tom got with the rhythm and was meeting my thrusts. I was beginning to get close to cuming so the next time I with drew, I stayed out. I also checked Tom’s cock and sure enough, it was between him and the pad and he was still humping it.

I good swat across the ass stopped that. I reached under him and pulled his cock out and down, painfully, and gave the ball weight a tug and tied it to the bottom rail of the horse. (Flash!)

The condom was pulled off, thrown it away and I went around to the other side and removed the ball gag. Before Tom could say anything I had started face fucking him and didn’t stop till I came. When I did pull out, Tom gasped for breath.

With his head tilted back and a mouth full of cock, he couldn’t breathe at all. I asked how he was and he replied that he was much better now and thank you sir. I put the ball gag back in place and strapped it tight, walked to the other side and slapped his ass for good measure. I decided it was time for a swim.

The leather ankle restraints and cuffs were removed. I tied his feet together with enough slack between them to walk. Leaving his balls tied to the horse, I released and tied his hands behind his back, wrists out. Now I untied the ball rope from the horse. (Flash!)

The leather collar was replaced with a chain and locked it. The ball gag was removed, told to remain silent unless spoken to, and walked down the stairs to the pool. (It’s heated) As we step outside, I stopped him and tied his feet together.

I carry him, over my shoulder, to the pool and set him down, on his feet. I can’t think of any easy way to help him into the pool, so I tell him to take a breath and push him in the deep end. I took my shorts off and jumped in after him.

Grabbing him, I brought him to the surface sputtering. I held Tom from behind. He held my cock with one of his bound hands. His ankles were also bound, so I could keep his head above water, or not.

I pulled him to shallower water where I can stand, but it’s still too deep for him to touch bottom and keep his nose above water. I reach around and do a cock check and he’s still hard. I find that his tits are still sore too. Tom did not yell out, he just let out a soft, ow, ow, ow. I dunked him under without warning.

He did not struggle, even when I could feel his heart begin to pound. I let him up. He was told he was a very good boy and for not fighting, when we went to bed tonight, I would not make him sleep on the floor.

This let him know something that he didn’t know before. That was, that he was not going home tonight. It also led him to believe he would be sleeping in a bed. I sat him on a bench in the side of the pool and finish my swim.

I end up having to lift Tom part way out of the pool, laying his chest on the edge, to untie his ankles. He was too slippery to pick up. I helped him out and take him over to the pool shower. He gets another thorough cleaning out.

Too bad Tom can’t see the sunset. He’s dried off, a pair of handcuffs gotten from the box, his hands untied and cuffed in front. My shorts are put back on and I get him back to the attic.

I take him to the mat and sit him down. I get (from the wall) some heavy, hardwood stocks, for wrists and ankles, ankles to the outside. (my stocks were made by taking two thick boards the same length, cutting a half circle out of each one where I wanted to hold a wrist, leg, or neck.

The two boards are then hinged on one end and a latch is placed on the other end) the holes on these are lined with thick neoprene. The wrist holes are close enough together that I don’t need to uncuff Tom’s hands to get them in the stocks.

I am lucky that he doesn’t have big wrists and ankles, the holes are snug. They will hold him fast. I get his hands and feet locked in the stocks and now, remove the cuffs.

On these stocks, there are eye bolts on the four corners and have a chain system that can be attached for suspension. Two short chains connect the two eyebolts on each end together. Two more short chains attach; one end to the center of those chains, the other ends to the ends of a short suspension bar.

He is hooked up to the hoist and his butt raised to waist height. (Flash!) He’s spun half way around and the big ball gag put back in place. I spin him back around and plug that end as well. (Flash!)

I have a small oval leather paddle that I like to use by lightly slapping with it at the rate you would clap your hands. No one blow is painful, but the longer you stay in one spot, the more painful it gets. Far worse than a single blow because the pain just keeps building, and building.

Starting on the sides of his ass cheeks, his ass gets pounded. There is nothing holding him to keep him from spinning so I take the cord on the ball weight, (yes, I never took it off) and hold it with one hand while I paddle with the other.

I don’t stay in one place long to start with. I want to develop a light redness over his ass and the backs of his thighs first. When I have gotten the ’glow’ I want, I give him a few hard slaps and start the ’one spot’ treatment.

I know that I have been in that spot long enough when his ass starts to move, trying to make me miss that spot. I stay a little longer (bright red now) and find another. I move to a completely random new spot and continue. After the eighth new spot, I start revisiting some old ones.

It doesn’t take very long to have Tom contorting in agony trying to avoid the paddle slaps. By now, every area on his ass is supersensitive and I move to the thighs. I spent the same time on them as the ass. About twenty minutes. I pause to check is hands and feet. They are doing fine.

He can take the pressure off of any one whenever he wants by simply pushing up with which ever one is bothering him, and allowing circulation to resume. That works as long as you have energy to push with.

I let go of the cord and give him a very, little spin. When you are suspended, blind folded, and upside down, It seem like you are spinning anyway. (at least it does with me) It’s worse when you can’t hear.

Stepping back, I watch him rotate, slowly stop and slowly start rotating the other way, slowly stopping… He never goes a full three sixty turn. I don’t want him getting sick, just a little queasy.

He needs some weight on his balls and give him about three pounds to start with. I let him hang there for twenty minutes more before I remove his gag and make him pleasure my cock.

Grabbing his head, I slowly move him onto my shaft and off, on and off. I stop when I get close, he’s gagged again, but with the one that has the ‘D’ ring on it. I don’t want to cum just yet. (Flash!)

He’s lowered to the mat just enough to let his ass and head touch the mat. His back is flat and his balls get a break too. I take one hand, pull up on it and attach a cuff. I do the same to the other. The handcuffs are chained to the center ring on the suspension bar.

Stepping up to Tom‘s legs, I let the stocks press on my abdomen holding his legs up as I open the stocks. Holding the stocks in both hands I back up and let his legs down slowly, until they rest on the mat.

His hands are held in position above him. I tell him to grab the bar and hang on. The hoist is raised helping him to stand. I raise the bar high enough to keep his hands over his head but just barely. The weight is back on his balls.

I exchange the hand/feet stocks for the feet only stocks. The leg holes on these are three feet apart. A good stretch for someone Tom’s height. I get these stocks secured (Flash!) and get another set that have wrist and neck holes.

The wrists holes are almost four feet apart. I attach long chains to eyebolts at the wall studs where they meet the roof joists on both sides of the hoist. (The same joists that the hoist is attached to) I attach the other end of the chains to eyebolts in the upper corners of the stocks so it is hanging at his neck height.

I take the cuffs off him, leaving them attached to the bar. I open and set one half of the stocks on Tom’s shoulders. I put one wrist in the opening closest to the hinge and tell him to keep it there.

I move the other hand in place and told him to slowly rotate his wrists and turn his head from side to side, while I was closing the stocks, or he would get pinched by them. I kept one hand on his neck while I brought the two sides together and locked them. (No pinches)

Lets leave him hanging around till the last part of this session
I would like some feedback guys
Leo Devin


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