TOYS IN THE ATTIC part 4 Chap Conclusion

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: TOYS IN THE ATTIC part 4 Chap Conclusion
Date: 27 December 2008

TOYS IN THE ATTIC
A BDSM TALE
By Leo Devin Part 4

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!

The stocks were hanging to low so I raised both sides so the stocks ‘floated’ between Tom’s chin and shoulders. (Flash!) This is a good position to place someone to keep them very uncomfortable. He can’t shift his weight. (Just try standing with your feet thirty six inches apart and see how long you can do it) I tell Tom I will be back, put his ear plugs in and leave.

I return with his liquid supper and another milk jug almost full with piss colored water. It’s been about fifteen minutes and Tom is struggling in the stocks. He hasn’t heard me. Going to the dresser I get a set of tit clamps that have an adjustable cord. He is startled when I place a hand on his pec. He knows what’s coming. The clamps are placed and the cord tightened to where it is just long enough to attach to the ‘D’ on the gag, if he lowers his head. He is forced to and I attach the cord.

Time to do some milking. My lubed finger slowly runs around the cock head, down the underside to the base and back up. His cock starts jumping so more weight is added to his balls to slow it down.

He involuntarily tries to move his head from the sensations he is getting from me and that lights a fire in his tits. His cock is played with for another ten minutes. It was driving him insane. The Pleading sounds and the way he was trying to pull away were at the highest pitch since he got here. At one point, he lifted his feet a foot off the ground.

Stopping, I removed the weights hanging from the ball weight, and the cord. He grunted what sounded like a ‘thank you sir’. A chastity device called the cock cage was placed on him. It wasn’t easy to do with his cock as hard as it was so I had to do a little ball thumping to get it down to size. When it gets hard again, Tom will be squeezed in tight, because the ball weight wasn’t removed so it would take up that much more room. (Flash!)

The cock cage is a heavy metal wire ball, the size of a softball, with a hole in it just big enough to get around the base of the cock. It opens out, into two halves, hinged at the front. It has a belt that locks to the waist. It has straps that run from the front of the belt to the cock cage, and from the cock cage through the legs, up the crack, and to the back of the belt. There is a locking buckle on the ass strap that can be tightened to keep the cage and a plug firmly in place.

The clamps were removed and I didn’t pinch or rub his nipples. It was obvious he was in enough pain. The clamps came off the gag and were put aside. The neck stock was removed and his hands re-cuffed to the bar to hold him still. I took the stocks off the chains leaving them attached to the joists. (Flash!) I removed the leg stock and put both stocks away. The gag is taken off, he is fed and I let him use the jug. The gag is reinserted.

The padded leather restraints go back on ankles and wrists. His ankles were locked together and the cuffs taken off. I push Tom down to his knees, lock his wrists together, lay him on his side and lock his wrists to his ankles with a short chain. (Flash!)

Let’s take inventory, Tom is hog chained, he has been blindfolded with duct tape for fifteen hours now. He is gagged, plugged, (ass and ears) has a chastity device with a ball weight inside. Oh, and he is wearing a chain collar and his own cockring. I’ll let him rest. There is more to do before I get to bed. It’s almost nine thirty. Tom was woken up, his wrists were unlocked from his ankles, and left there to stretch as best he can. I’ll stretch him out good shortly.

The back wall is a good distance from where the hoist is attached. That ‘hall’ of the attic is more than forty feet long.

Chains are attached to eyebolts at the top of the wall in the ‘corners’ of the back wall. A five foot long suspension bar was then attached to the hoist and chains hooked to each end. Chains are now hooked to eyebolts in joists four feet back from the hoist where they meet the ceiling, away from the back wall.

Tom is unlocked and his ankle restraints replaced with leather suspension ankle restraints. He is stood up and walked to the back wall. The wrist restraints are unlocked and replaced with the leather suspension wrist restraints, used earlier. With him facing the wall, I lock each to a chain, as tight as I can.

The hoist is lowered until the chains on the spreader bar can be pulled and connected to the ankle restraints. The slack in the chains connecting him and the hoist is taken up. The ear plugs are removed and Tom is told to start moving his feet backwards and to let the chains hold his wrists up, and I raise the hoist slowly.

He gets to the point where he can’t or won’t back up anymore, so I raise the hoist a little slower until his feet leave the mat. His legs are then hoisted up till they are higher than his hands. The joist chains are connected to his ankle restraints and the hoist lowered just until the chains catch.

Now I removed the suspension bar chains and raised the hoist out of the way, leaving Tom in a horizontal spread eagle in mid air, five feet off the ground. The lowest point on his body is his cock cage. (Flash!) I removed it.

A cord and weight are attached to his ball weight again, this time, with a cord that lets the weight hang six inches from the floor. The weight (one pound) is pulled back and let swing, giving it about a five foot arc. Toms cock is about to burst. I let the weight swing back and forth for awhile, and then get it going in a circle. He likes that better. I see the pre-cum trying to stream but the cord keeps pulling it away as it comes around each time. I stop the swinging, adding two more weights. (Flash!)

I tickle Tom’s feet. I tickle Tom’s sides. I tickle Tom’s arm pits. I tickle Tom’s inner thighs. I tickle Tom for about ten minutes. It’s apparent that he can’t take much of this suspension. The weights and cord are taken off. By reversing the process, I get him down replacing the suspension restraints with the ‘D‘ring restraints.

He is walked over to the post where he was first bound and made to kneel with his back against the post. His ankles and wrists are locked together behind the post. (One lock, big haft) (Flash!)

I start removing the tape blind fold. The first two wraps come off without a problem; they overlap the first and are only stuck to tape, mostly. Stopping I remove his earplugs and tell him to keep his eyes shut, until I turn off the lights. The hair released easier than I thought and the tape that was on skin came off without skin. I guess the pool had a hand in that.

All the lights but one were turned off and I carefully went back to him. He was informed the lights were off and he could open his eyes. It might have been the near darkness, but I thought I saw a look of shear joy in his eyes. I was very dark.

When asked if the gag was too big, he indicated no. This told me volumes. The most important being - He wanted more! (By saying no, he told me that he did not wanting the gag removed. That told me he did not need to complain, or demand release. It told me everything I had done to him was ok) I did ask him one more thing; if he wanted more weight on his balls. He slowly shook his head yes.

Unlocking the wrists and ankles from each other, he was up stood and his hands relocked over his head, behind the post. Going behind him, I told him to hold the post, and pulling his ankles back behind the post, locked them. Standing up, I clipped the lock holding his wrists to one of the post eyelets. If he let go of the post, which was inevitable, he would be hanging from his hands.

The bolt-on, ball weight was replaced with a heavier bolt-on ball weight that has screw holes in the sides for eyelets. I screwed the eyelets in and went to the wall for weights and came back with twenty pounds worth. When Tom saw them, he freaked, shaking his head no! I looked at him and kept coming toward him.

A leather blind fold was placed on him before the first weight. They were placed one-at-a-time till there were three to a side. That was as much weight as I have had on him at once. Two more pounds were added at the same time. He dipped, loosing his hand hold. (Flash!)

Things needed to made a little easier for Tom. Taking a long length of rope and tying off to an eyelet behind his back then going around the post and his chest, just below the pecs, I bound him to the post. The same was done to his legs, just above the knees. (Below the weights) (Flash!) I leave for a smoke.

When I get back, I want to cum. After I remove the ropes, I release his ankles from the post, letting him stand. Grabbing his cock, I play with it awhile, really getting him to squirm. He is told that if he cums, the tits have had it.

I release his wrists from the post and step him out from it, giving him a half turn. Bending him at the waist, his wrists were locked to his opposite ankles. (Flash!)

After getting a condom on, I walk over to Tom with the lube. Pulling out his plug, I give his ass a squirt of lube and begin. Penetration was slower than the last time and taking his hips in my hands; I rock him out and back and…for what seemed like forever. I came more than I usually do. When I withdrew, I re-plugged him and remove the weights from the eyelets. I could barely help Tom to sit.

When I recover, I take Tom over to the bed and chain him, spread eagle and face up. I rotated the ball weight to a position that the eyelets were up and down. Tying a cord to the lower eyelet and pulling it tight, it was fastened to the foot of the bed. (Flash!)

The cattle prod was used next and I worked him over for about forty minutes. His tits got worked along with his balls. No place on his exposed, pain racked body was left un-touched. (Again, nothing above the head) By the sounds he was making, Tom has had enough of the cattle prod.

Putting the prod away, I got lotion from the dresser and return to Tom. Leaving his stretched balls sac as it was, I rubbed the lotion into his body. He relaxed somewhat and I relived the pressure on his balls. He was left for a bit while I did a few things to get him ready for sleep. It was time to take a smoke break.

Having worked his front and sides, now I needed to work his backside. Tom was taken back over to the mat and his wrists chained to the upper wall studs on either side of the hoist, making them snug.

His ankles were then chained to the base of the same studs, making him stand on tip toe. More ball weights were placed on him, (Flash!) Then going to the wall I picked out an array of floggers. I walked up to his back and placed a flogger over his shoulders around the back of his neck. He could smell the leather and feel the ‘tails’.

Choosing a softer flogger to start with, I began with slow, soft, methodical blows, on alternating sides, in the shoulder blade area, working my down to his ass and thighs, giving his backside a pinkish tint. Changing to a more substantial flogger I repeated with harder and faster blows. He now had a reddish tint to him. I took the flogger from his shoulders and put the one I had just used in its place.

Really laying into the blows, I concentrated on his upper back and ass; he bucked and groaned with each blow. Pausing and rubbing his back with my hands, I told him to hold on just a little longer. Taking the last flogger, with thick, heavy, stiff tails, I let fly a blow to the right ass cheek.

He screamed into the gag and jerked violently in his chains. I let fly a blow to his left ass cheek. He screamed and jerked, I could hear sobbing. One more for each side and Tom was crying.

He was no longer standing on tip toe. He was hanging from his wrists, having to lift-up a little to take a breath between sobs. (Flash!) Going to him and removing the flogger from his shoulders signaled that the flogging was over, and from behind, held him closely, soothing him, until he could stand on his toes again.

Releasing his ankle chains, I removed his gag and walked around to face him, and removed his blind fold. I held him again and we kissed, then he laid his head against my shoulder and sighed. He was told that he had done very well and it was time for me to get him ready for sleep.

He picked up his head and started to speak, putting a finger on is lips I told him that unless it was very important, We were not done. He told me he needed water and a pee break, that he couldn’t hold it much longer. The ‘piss colored water’ jug and his empty water bottle were brought over and I told him I would have to empty the jug first.

While he watched I then poured the fake piss into his water bottle and let him pee in the jug. The capped water bottle tip was placed in is mouth and holding his nose, (so he would have to drink before he could breath), was squeezed, warning him not to spill a drop or there would be dire consequences. He had no choice but to drink it all. A gag was stuffed in his mouth and fastened. He gave me a hurt look of betrayal.

The mind is a wonderful thing. Because he saw the piss jug, because he saw me pour what he thought was piss into his water bottle, and partly because I was holding his nose, He didn’t realize that it wasn’t piss. His own mind tricked him. You can’t believe everything you see, or taste!)

Retrieving the black leather suspension harness from the wall and, letting him see what was happening to him for a change, I began to strap him into it. (The suspension harness is just like a parachute harness. Instead of a chute connected to the harness it’s a bar.)
He was put into it and all the straps buckled and the hoist lowered.

The bar on the hoist was replaced with an eighteen inch bar. The ‘D’ rings at the shoulders were connected to the bar, with chains. The hoist was raised until there was slight pressure on the leg straps. All the pads and straps were then adjusted until he was comfortably but securely fastened in. Locks were then placed on all the buckles.

That look of utter happiness came back to his eyes. His gag was replaced with the tube gag and the hood. After tightening the hood, making sure he could breathe well, I raised the hoist. This loosened the arm chains and raised his feet just off far enough that he couldn’t touch the floor.

The slack was taken out of the arm chains, keeping his arms straight out from his shoulders. Chains were then attached to the ankle restraints and fastened to opposing walls, pulling he feet far apart enough to be just a little uncomfortable and higher off the floor. (Flash!) He is going to have to sleep this way, after all.

With another set of wrist restrains attached each to his arms near the elbows. One end of a rope was tied to the ‘D’ ring and the other to the suspension bar, taking some of the pressure off the wrists. His arms were ‘floating’ out to his sides. The last touch was to replace the butt plug with the electric plug and add some weight to his balls. Bending down I tickled his feet for a few minutes. He was told to ‘yell out’ if he needed me, I would be listening, and good night.

By slowly decreasing the pulse to the butt plug and increasing the current Tom was woken up. It took a while for him to stir. More ball weights were added. I tighten all his attachments and go back to the box. The current was increased very gradually. By the way he is grunting and jerking when a pulse hits, I can tell it’s getting just a bit uncomfortable. It is time to use some of the controls that I have not used yet.

A different knob on the box controls how long the pulse lasts. I slow the pulse rate down while increasing the pulse duration. The pulses don’t come as often now, but they last longer. The rate slowed to one every five seconds. They last about a second a pulse. Now that I have the rate and duration set, I slowly turn up the current.

Tom is getting the ball weights to swinging a little. As the current goes up the weight swing more and the grunts are turning to yelps. More current and I’m getting small screams. The pulse rate was slowed to eight seconds. I increased the duration to two. Tom is going out of his mind.

The box was now set to random pulse rate/duration. Now he has no idea when he’ll get it or for how long. The current is set medium-high. I can tell (from experience with others and myself) that he is almost to his limit. Tom told me he wanted to push some limits and I haven’t crossed that line yet. A little more current. You would think he was about to pull the roof down, literally. A little more current. I hold it there for five pulses then slowly reduce the current till it’s off.

He was hanging there, breathing as heavily as I’ve seen him. The weights were removed from the eyelet and I removed the butt plug. I held him awhile, and then told him I’m going and will be back. My morning stuff needs doing and he needs his breakfast. It was brought to him and he was made to drink it through the tube gag and he got to pee again. (I have empted both jugs) He’s told there are some chores I need to do and that I will be taking him along and I go to change.

Having changed into torn jeans, sleeveless tee shirt and old work boots, I go back upstairs and start to take Tom out of the suspension harness. Everything was removed from his legs and he was lowered to a standing position. I remove the restraints from his elbows, unlock and remove the harness. While his wrists are still chained, I put swim trunks on him and anklecuff him.

After the wrist restraints were removed, leaving them on the chains, I handcuff him in back, remove the hood and exchange the tube gag for the ‘D’ ring gag. He was blindfolded and led to the truck, securing him as before. (Hands cuffed behind the seat).

I went back upstairs and prepared a ‘tool box’. As we got to the back of the property, I removed the blind fold. I showed him a pile of trash, some old wire fencing, cardboard cartons and such, and told him I needed to burn it and then bury what doesn’t burn. My chore today is to dig the hole. Tom thought he was going to be doing most of the digging and I didn’t tell him otherwise.

After helping him out of the truck, I got my ‘tool box’ and took him over by a big pecan tree. I took chain out of the ‘tool box’ and locked one end to his collar chain and locked the other end around a tree. (Flash!) He was told I need to go back to get something and I’d be back after awhile.

So, here’s Tom chained by his neck to a tree, gagged, wearing ankle and handcuffs and swim trunks. I get back in the truck and drive off.

I drove to the barn and got in the back hoe, started it up, warmed it up, and drove it back to where I left Tom. It’s only been about twenty minutes since I left but twenty minutes chained to a tree with nothing in sight but trees and grass can be a long time.

Backed up near the trash pile, I set the stabilizers and began to dig a big, deep hole. It took about thirty minutes to get it to the depth I wanted and another twenty to elongate it. I lift the stabilizers and drive to Tom’s tree.

Leaving the back hoe running, I got out and unlocked him from the tree. (The chain was left attached.) Walking him to the back hoe I sat him on the edge of the front bucket and lifted his feet swinging them into the bucket. I told him I needed to go over to the windmill and push some brush into a pile before we head back. After I got back in the back hoe, I raised and tilted the bucket back so he couldn’t fall out. (Or jump out)

We got near the windmill and I pulled up under some trees. The bucket was lowered and tilted back to level. The back hoe was turned off and I helped Tom out. He was walked over between two trees and I reached into my box pulled out more chain. His suit was pulled off and one leg was chained to a tree. The other leg was chained to the other tree. He was un-handcuffed and each wrist chained to trees.

Going back to the cab of the back hoe, I get my paintball gun. I walk over to Tom, stopping by the box to pick up a length of rope. From behind him, I start wrapping the rope around his head, covering his eyes. This does not completely blind fold him but will give his eyes some protection. (Flash!)

He was told its target practice time. These things hurt when they hit, so I back way up from his back side and test fire. He flinches but I had missed. The next shot leaves an orange spot on his shoulder blade. He tries to jump and howl and I back up a little more.

Six colors of paintballs have been mixed in the fifty ball loader. It’s was when I started. He was hit with about ninety percent of the balls I shot at him and had pretty well covered his backside with a rainbow of color. About half the balls have been used up so I moved to his front side.

At the same distance from him, I tried to cover the front. I wasn’t really aiming at his crotch, but a few stray ones hit. (None on the balls themselves, but two hit the weight. He was thoroughly painted when I finished. (No head shots either)

Taking a chain off one tree that’s connected to a wrist, I lock it to his collar chain, and unchain his wrists, handcuffing them in front. I unchained his feet and lead him over to the windmill, chaining him to it. He is made to pee. Now he was hosed down and this water was not warm.

Tom did a dance while I was cleaning him off and I told him to turn as he danced. Once he was washed up, I unlocked his leash from the windmill and started walking to the back hoe. When the chain started to tighten, he got the idea and shuffled in the direction of the pull. I loaded him back into the back hoe.

A leather blindfold replaced the rope one. I drove the back hoe to the barn, transferred Tom to the truck and back to the house. He was led to the pool shower and his legs un-cuffed and I took off the chain on his collar. Hosed down with warm water and cleaned out again, I dry him off and re-cuff his ankles and got him to the attic.

Taking him to the mat, I connected his collar chain to the hoist and raised it till there was firm pressure on his neck. After removing his handcuffs, I got the bondage sleeve from the wall.

The bondage sleeve is a V shaped sleeve that both arms slide into, wrists together. There is a strap near the bottom of the V that buckles and locks the wrists together. There are eyelets down both sides of the sleeve so it can be laced, pulling the arms together. There is a strap exactly like the bondage harness I used earlier. Going over the shoulders ,the straps cross the chest and buckle in back.

Tom is told to put his arms behind his back and I slide the sleeve up his arms. I attach the straps to hold it on his back and tell him to make two fists. His fisted hands were worked to the very bottom of the V, tightened, and the strap at the wrists buckled. The back strap was adjusted to hold the top of the sleeve up tight while it was laced up.

It laces similar to a corset. You have to lace a little then tighten, lace, tighten, until you get all the eyelets threaded. Then you tighten and keep tightening till the arms are together. This also brings the shoulder blades together for a great look (Flash!)

The hoist was lowered and his collar unhooked. Tom was helped to lie down on the mat and I put the ankle binders on him and tied his toes together. (Flash!) The hoist was lowered and attached to a ring at the very bottom of the bondage sleeve. I stood him back up and leaning him against me, raised the hoist until his arms were raised behind him making him bend over to keep his shoulder sockets intact. He was now bent in half, and having to balance very accurately.

His legs got moved to where it was easier for him to balance. His arms were raised a little more, lowering his head to just below his waist. He was plugged. (Flash!) Enough pull was put on his arms to keep him from falling over, which got very painful, fast. He had to keep his legs straight or pull more on his arms, and that was the last thing he wanted right now.

He was kept in this position until muffled pleading turned into muffled curses and then finally into muffled begging. The hoist was lowered slowly, supporting him as I did. Before his arms are down, I unhooked them and held him to keep him from falling over. I set him down easily, telling him to just lie there for a while, that I’ll be back.

After a smoke, I bring his lunch drink back with me. The gag was remove and he ate. I removed the bondage sleeve and let him work the kinks out of his arms. While he did that, I untied his toes.

The hoist was hooked to his collar again after standing him up. I got several lengths of rope and begin to tie Tom up. Telling him to place his arms by his side, his chest and arms were wrapped loosely about six times leaving plenty on both ends. One end was placed in his mouth and he was told to hold it. The other end was threaded between arm and side, over the chest wrap, back through the arm and side, and under the chest wrap, twice. I did not tighten it yet.

With the end he’s holding for me in his mouth, I do the same on the other side. As I work the rope around the wraps, tightening them, they tighten the chest wrap very securely. The two ends were tied together in the back. The same process was used at the waist and wrists.

The hoist was unhooked and I laid Tom down on the mat. The ankle binders were removed and his legs tied together above the knees, coming back through the legs and around the leg wrap, tightened them and tied the ends together. The same was done at the ankles. Tom was given a few hours to try and get loose, I reinserted the ear plugs and chained his collar to a post with a chain. (Flash!)

Two hours were spent downstairs doing things that needed doing and checking in on him every once and a while. There was no apparent progress at any time, although I did catch him napping once. He got a total of four hours and he did not get loose.

His upper body was unbound and rebound very tightly, his hands behind his back with clothes line rope. His ear plugs and butt plug were removed. His legs were untied and ankle cuffed. The bolt-on ball weight came off as did the chain collar and I replaced it with his own collar. (Flash!)

He was taken downstairs to the truck, placed in and driven to the barn. I took off the gag and wound several wraps of duct tape around his head gagging him. He was taken to the back hoe and put in the bucket, his ankles uncuffed and tied tightly with more clothes line rope, then his ankles were tied to his wrists.

In the back hoe, I started it , raised and tilted the bucket and drove Tom back to the hole. The sun was just setting when we got there. Pulling up to the hole, I leveled and lowered the bucket. I got out of the back hoe and left it running. Going to the bucket I took off the blind fold, and reached over and roughly removed the solid cock ring he had been wearing since he left home.

I started talking to Tom. “This started at sunset and it will end at sunset.” His eyes got wide. “Its time for me to say good bye. I can’t afford to have any loose ends walking around. You were a great bottom.” His panic has risen to maximum. “It’s time for you to go. I held up the cock ring. “I will keep this as a souvenir.”

He can’t jump or roll out of the back hoe without going in the hole. He is whining/ yelling/pleading/ begging through the gag. I turn and get in the back hoe, give it a little gas (like they do in the movies) and jerk the bucket a little. Stopping, I get out and walk back to where he can see me. I have a gun with me. “do you want a bullet, or just to let the dirt do its work. Scream for a bullet or just stay silent for dirt.” (There is no way out of that.)

He didn’t scream until I started back to the cab. I got in, backed up a bit, got out, walked around and pulled Tom out of the bucket. He was carried to the same tree he had been chained to earlier and with the chain I had let there, chained his neck to the tree so he couldn’t move away from it.

I talked to him. “If I let you live, will you be my slave forever?” He fell silent. “If I let you live, will you be my slave for as long as I want you?” Still silence. “Ok” then raised the gun “here goes noth…” he started nodding yes. “Is that was a promise.” He shook his head yes. “I will hold you to it.” I put a blindfold on him.

I waited a few seconds “I don’t really need another mouth to feed and you will be too much trouble and too hard to explain. It’s too late now anyway because I have pulled a gun on you. Good bye.” Now he got loud! I reached down and grabbed is soft cock and put the bullet vibrator on him and turned it on. His blind fold came off. I dared not laugh. I did smile. I unchained him from the tree and held him close. I didn’t dare untie him either.

I got him back to the house, no blind fold. When he saw the house, his jaw would have dropped if it hadn’t been taped in place. Back in the attic, carrying him over my shoulder I laid him on the mat. (Flash!) I went back and locked the doors. Returning with a damp cloth I washed his tear stained face and took the collar off, replacing it with a solid chrome ring that screw-locked with a one-of-a-kind key wrench.

His knees were tied together to keep him from kicking me when I cut his feet loose. The ankle binders went back on him and I locked them. His wrists were cut loose. He pulled the bullet vibrator off his cock and threw it at me. He was sitting on the cord and he ended up hitting himself with it. I couldn’t keep from laughing now. I told him I was sorry and bent down and stood him up.

I held him till he started holding me back. “I will hold you to your promise. Will you honor it?” He nodded yes. I laid him back down, rolled him over on his stomach, and tied his hands with a near by piece of good rope. Lowering the hoist, I put the eighteen inch bar back on. Connected chains from the ends of the bar to ‘D’ ring on the ankle binders and hoisted Tom up half way off the mat.

Most of his weight was on his chest. Another rope was tied to the rope on his wrists, then to the ankle binders. He was raised as far up as the hoist would go. His head was level with mine. Since he was bent back when I tied his wrist to the binders, he stayed that way. He could actually raise his head and see right side up.

Those nipples were begging for attention. I pinched each one, which sent Tom writhing and spinning, and got the pair of clamps with rings on them. They got a pound each. (Flash!) “I will be back, eventually.” (The ankle binders are made for comfortable suspension)

An hour later I returned with a two gallon bucket of iced down beer, set it down on the floor and left without saying any thing. Thirty minutes later, I came back, soda in my hand, and went over to the bed and laid down. Tom has been gently turning around back and forth and seen all of this. He starts mumphing into the tape and wriggling like a fish that’s just been caught. (I guess he thinks he has a say so now. We’ll just see about that!)

“Are you thirsty?” He should be, it’s been a long time since he had any piss. He gives me another mmumphmm. “One for yes or be quiet.” I got a glare from him at that. I get up, walk over and grab a beer, pop it and set in on the mat under him. He yells at me through the gag. “The hole is still there”, reached up and took a clamp off. More very loud mmuphmph. “Be quiet or I’d pinch a tit for ya.” Quiet.

Going back over to the bed, I lay back and watch him suffer, keeping an eye on him. He has been up there a long time and I am almost ready to take him down. I can see him squirming. I can see him eyeing that beer. I lock eyes with him every once and a while.

Finishing my soda I get up and walk over to Tom and tousle his hair. He pulls his head away, playfully. I bend over and pick up the beer by the mat and put it back in the bucket, walk back to him and I pull his other clamp off playfully. I tell him over his groaning that “You are pushing it.” His tit was pinched and he was lowered until his nipples were rubbing the mat.

He is set to swinging. (Oh is he pissed now.) There is not a lot he can do about it. “Are you going to be good or not?” The grousing slowly stops. So does Tom’s swinging back and forth. He is lowered to the mat.

His hands were untied from his feet. The wrist restraints with ’D’ rings were placed on him and he’s stood up. A sixteen inch chain was passed through his new collar and let hang down on his chest. I get two locks and untying his wrists, move them to the front and lock each one to the ends of the chain. He can’t reach his, hard again cock, but he does have some hand movement.

He was leaned against me until I lowered the hoist. “Hold onto the bar” and I raised it pulling Tom into a standing position. The ankle binders were replaced with ankle restraints. His ankles were chained to opposite sides pulling them about two and a half feet apart. The bar was then lowered to just head height. The beer was put in his free hand. I caught the glare he gave me. “Hold on a damn minute.”

A tit was tweaked and he almost spilt the beer. The tape was unwrapped slowly. Again, no skin. “You can drink your beer now.” He squeaked a thank you sir. (I could understand the squeaking, what with all the muffled yelling at me) I walk over and get his now empty piss jug and set it near. “What you drank earlier was not your piss.”

He finished his beer and I got him another. “Do not say anything; you are still wearing my collar. I have not broken our agreement!” Explaining how I stayed within, and that “if you break it now, I can feel free to do as I like.” At this point I got him another beer.

I continued “You are so damn hot the way you look in this position. You look so good in this position…” I got him another beer. “…much better than so and so did when I did that to him. What I would like to do next time...” (Had to steer away from that real quick, I was having trouble finding something I hadn’t done) “Your body is in such great shape…” I got him another beer. “… you shud a seen the look in your eyes when I …” He was trying to point a the piss jug. I kept ignoring it.

On I went, getting him another beer and on then pretended to finally catch on. “You needed the jug?” He nodded yes. “Hold on,” took his beer, went for the tube gag and head harness. “I want to see you in the head harness one more time and I’ll let you pee.”

I got the gag in and the harness tightened down and locked in place. I unlocked one wrist restraint and locked it to a chain on the wall stud. The same was done with the other wrist, pulling them both tight. The bolt-on ball weight went back on.

I took the rest of the beer out of the bucket and set in on the floor. The bucket of ice was taken to the window, raised, and all but two inches of ice was thrown out and the window and closed. Still holding the bucket I went to the dresser and pulled out a sterile catheter. (The kind you put ON not the kind you put IN)

Walking back to Tom with the bucket and the catheter, I opened and attached the later to his rock hard cock. The bucket was tied to the eyelets on the ball weight, the end of the catheter tube was taped into the bucket and I told Tom to pee as much as he wanted and pulled a clothes pin out of my pocket.

He didn’t start so I waited for him to. Getting his beer I walked over to the dresser, got a funnel and walked back. The funnel got duct taped to the tube gag, his nose got clipped and I started pouring. It took him a while but he got the hang of it. “You will drink as much as I want you to, one way or another. You should just make it easier on yourself and drink.” He nodded in agreement.

I would pour about a third of a can into the funnel at a time, giving him plenty of time to swallow and take a few breaths. I would wait longer between cans. I didn’t have to force it again. He needed help to him get started peeing. Getting a water bottle I slowly started pouring the water into the bucket. The sound of falling water should do it. Still nothing. I went behind him and started tickling the crack of his ass. That did it.

He was tickled in other places while I was at it. The liquid continued to go in, until I ran out of beer. I went downstairs and came back with water. I didn’t want him passing out on me anyway. He had a total of about a gallon and a half over an hour’s time. He started really pissing fifteen minutes after I started the funnel treatment.

The funnel was removed from the gag. My job was done, I just had to sit back and wait. Going to the bed I laid back watching the drop dead handsome man in my attic piss in a bucket tied to his balls. I remembered tit clamps. I got up and put some on him, and went back to the bed and watched.

About an hour later Tom looked as if he might be nodding off. He was probably a little drunk. He hadn’t had any alcohol in two days and the way he drank the double back at the bar, I’d say he was used to drinking. Two six’s will do it to you. Going over to him, I took a tit clamp off. He wasn’t dozing now. The bucket was half full.

Back to the bed and I watched. He was desperately trying to remove the pulling sensation from his balls. He kept looking up at his hands as if he was wondering why they weren’t working, and then down at his balls. Every few minutes he eyes would kinda glaze over and I knew he was adding more weight to the bucket. Keeping tabs on the fluid level, it hadn’t moved in over thirty minutes.

The other clamp came off. He still had life in him. The catheter was removed from his softening cock and I got the lotion and put some in my hand warming it. Grabbing his cock with the lotion hand I started to milk him. He leaked a little more piss and he was done with that for the night. His cock started growing again. I’d milk till he started to stiffen his body and stop. Over and over.

Tom was not drifting off anymore. The look in his eyes said that he really, really, needed to cum. I firmly stroked him, he stiffened almost immediately and gave me a pleading look, the pace was sped up and he blew. He shot and shot. Cum flew all over. He looked like a bug in a spider web and the spider was approaching.

I didn’t stop. More lotion and I kept on stroking. And stroking… I still kept going and Tom was crying again, and I kept on going. He came again and I kept going. In all he came four times more lotion was needed several times. He got five more minutes after the last time he came and I stopped. He was trembling in the chains. Going around behind him, I held him. He lolled his head back and gave up trying to stand. He collapsed in my arms. Still moaning ooohh!

I took him down. He had no energy left. I had taken it all. His hands were tied behind his back. His ankles tied together. The head harness and gag came off. I got him up on my shoulder and carried him downstairs to my bedroom. The sheets had been pulled earlier when I was doing things that needed doing.

Laying him on his back, I laid down beside him and I rubbed his chiseled, muscular chest for a long time, staying away from his tits. I got up and pulled the sheet over him. Went around to the other side and climbed in. I turned out the light and went to sleep holding him.
I awoke in the night and found that Tom was not in the position I had left him. He had turned on his side and had backed up to me. The temptation was too great to resist and I entered him.

He began to moan softly with each thrust and got louder as the tempo increased. I didn’t think he was completely awake until I came, shaking him fully awake with my orgasm. Reaching over to the night stand, I got a butt plug from the drawer, and stuck it in him. I told him to go back to sleep and he mumbled a ‘thank you sir’ and did.

When I had gotten the rest I needed, I did a quick shower and put on my leather shorts. I woke Tom up, unbound his ankles, removed his plug, and helped him to the john. When he finished I cleaned him out and then I took Tom back up to the attic and over to the chair.

It’s a very sturdy chair with four vertical back slats. The back is short, flat and tilts backward slightly. The uprights of the back are higher than the cross rail at the top. There are two ‘foot’ rails connecting each leg. The legs have been screwed to a half inch thick, three foot by three foot piece of plywood. It can be slid, but not tipped.

Before I sat him down, I wrapped his balls with thin cord, leaving a lead. The D ring gag went back on him and I sat him in the chair. His hands tied behind him, and up to cross rail. Five coils of rope were wrapped around his upper body pulling his arms even tighter.

Each ankle was tied to an upper foot rail and rear leg on each side, pulling his knees apart and keeping his feet off the floor. His toes were tied to the lower foot rail in the back so he couldn’t move his feet at all. His balls were pulled forward with the extra cord and tied it off to lower foot rail in the center front. (Flash)

A rope was tied to the D ring on the gag and then to the ceiling, keeping his head pulled back. I didn’t need to blindfold him because he can’t see anywhere but up. (Flash) I started to tickle him and every time he tried to avoid my touch, he jerked on his balls. I decided to stroke his hard cock and got a ‘oh no, not again’ mmumph out of him. He didn’t cum this time, I didn’t let him.

I alternated between tickling and stroking until his aching balls couldn’t take much more. Letting him rest in the chair, I took the rope off the gag and blindfolded him. (Flash) I went downstairs and got myself something to eat and got Tom a protein shake. I returned to the attic and, removing the gag, fed him.

There was no need to worry about Tom trying to escape now, but I wanted to keep his head in the scene, continuing to keep him bound while changing his positions. He was released from the chair and moved over to the mat under the hoist, and put him in a kneeling position, hands behind his back.

I got the bungee sling out and began to place the various straps and bets on him. (When raised, he will be face down with his knees pulled to his chest. His hands are still tied behind his back and his lower legs will be pulled up next to his thighs. He is supported by an X shaped pad with straps at the ends, at his chest. (Exposing nipples) A strap that goes under his thighs near the knees, straps on each lower leg near the ankles (keeping his feet on each side of his ass), and a strap that supports his abdomen at the navel, making him stick out his bubble butt. )

The straps were all connected to a short elastic ‘bungee cord’ that was attached to the hoist. His ass was raised to cock level, which brought his head to cock level too. Now that he was secure, I tied weights to the cord hanging from his balls. He could now be swung around, spun around and set to bouncing, which made the ball weights heavier at the end of the downward bounce and at the beginning of the upward bounce.

He was gagged, plugged, and blindfolded. I still had access to his cock and stroked him to near ejaculation, stopped and resumed, stopped and resumed. Taking another cord I tied it to his wrists, down his ass crack and to his balls. Now he could pull his balls with his hands and get the weights to swinging if he so desired. (He did) He was left just hanging there. (Flash)

Tom was still keeping his balls worked when I returned about an hour later. Grabbing a paddle I walked quietly up to him and gave him a hard one across both cheeks. I got the muffled yell I was looking for and he jerked so hard that his ball weight almost hit the floor.

He continued to bounce for a long while and he was tensed up for another blow the whole time. I waited till he relaxed and gave him another in the exact same spot. Tom jumped, screamed, and bounced. Again, I waited till he relaxed, waited a bit longer, and gave him another.

The next time I didn’t wait at all and since I could not place the blows in the same spot, (moving target) I randomly swatted his ass till he was sobbing. (Flash) The weight came off him and he had about 45 minutes to settle down. Cattle prod time again. I left nothing untouched on the exposed parts of his body, especially the nipples, balls and cock head.

The prod had brought him back to tears and I decided to do something nice for him by removing his gag and letting him suck my cock for awhile. Whenever I started to get close to cuming, I would pull way until the feeling would ebb and I could go at it again. This was repeated many times and then I just had to cum. When I did, I held his head in place, preventing him from breathing. I waited until the spasms subsided and until I could feel his urgent need of air.

He got a rest, I let him hang there for another hour before I plowed his ass. I would thrust, and he would bounce off enough that the head of my cock just pulled out of his hole, before gravity impaled him on my rod again, and again, and again. With such long, even penetrations, and the fact that I had just cum an hour before, I lasted a long time before cuming this time. He hung there until I was ready to move onto something else. He was waiting a long time.

Tom was taken down and shackling his ankles, cuffing him, hands in front, I removed his blindfold and led him down stairs to the kitchen and sat him on a stool. I made us both some lunch, his liquid again, and took him back upstairs. He was placed on the mat and using only rope to bind him, tied him so he could not get loose (like the previous day) or do much more than wiggle in place.

I gave him his gag back. Using an elastic bandage, a hand held vibrator was securely attached to his cock and balls, making a nice tight package. The vibrator had variable settings and setting it on random, turned it on. This should make him cum after a couple of minutes and keep on going and going, driving him nuts. I knew he would not be able to concentrate with the vibrator constantly changing speed and intensity.

He had to get loose himself (just like yesterday) and he had a few hours. If he was still bound, more cattle prodding and tickling, with tit clamps, will be the punishment for remaining bound. I locked a chain on his collar and chained it to a wall stud. I blindfolded, butt plugged, ear plugged him, and left. (Flash)

Random checks were made on him, he was trying to get loose and I had to stay and watch him squirm, and wiggle, trying to get to a knot that was just too far away from his hands.

The way he was bound, there really wasn’t anything to loosen up by wiggling and there were no knots within reach. I left and returned often and always he had made no visible progress. The last time I checked in, he had stopped struggling, I waited a few minutes and then he jerked suddenly and started breathing heavily.

Thinking something was wrong, I moved toward him. About that time he rolled toward me. I had forgotten about the vibrator. He had cum again! No telling how many times he had. I decided to stick around and see how long it took for another orgasm. He came again about thirty five minutes later.

Figuring the intervals, and the amount of time he had been bound like this, he must have cum, or had an orgasm, about seven or eight times! He began softly whimpering when he got close again and I could tell he’d had enough. After he’d had the approaching orgasm, I turned the vibrator off. The tension melted off of him.

The ear plugs were removed and I told him that he was in for a world of hurt. He made a lot of muffled excuses and struggled like mad to get loose. I told him was too late and to get ready for the prod. Instead, I turned the vibrator back on and he howled into the gag, twisted and turned as much as he could and whimpered even louder! He was begging as best he could, given the situation.

I asked him if he wanted me to turn it off. He shook his head violently in the affirmative. He was informed that he would stay that way he was until he got himself loose. The ear plugs were replaced and I got the cattle prod, started to work him with the prod and he came while I was working him. He was sobbing again so I let the prod rest.

He did not stop sobbing or begging, so I turned the vibrator off, after his next climax. I could tell he was yelling ‘no more, no more, please, no more!’, and I began to unwrap the vibrator, cock, ball package. The first few wraps we dry but the further in a got, the wetter and stickier it got.

I stopped and got some paper towels and cleaned him up as I went. Every touch was super sensitive to him and It was impossible to get anywhere without him jumping or whimpering. The last of the bandage came unwound and I wiped him off. It was not an easy task to do.

I was so hot from watching his predicament that I took his gag out and fucked his face, collapsing on him when I came, blocking his breathing again. He was really starting to buck when I got off of him. He was re-gagged and I let him rest for a few hours with no tortures. I went over to the bed and laid down to just look at his muscled body in bondage.

Every once and a while he would try to get loose again, to no avail. Finally, I went to him and released him from his ropes. His hands were cuffed behind his back and the chain on his collar unlocked. I helped him to stand, removed the blindfold and ear plugs, and walked him around the room for a bit, until he could do so on his own.

He stretched, bent and walked, making his way to me on the bed. He started to kneel down by the bed and stopped, and gave me a pleading look. I asked him what he wanted and he started doing the piss dance. Laughing, I got the catheter with the two foot tube and put it on him. I pointed to the jug and told him not to spill any and to come right back.

When he returned, I bent the end of the tube and wrapped a rubber band around it. I told him to go stand under the hoist and wait for me there. A few minutes later I went to the hoist and connected it to his cuffed hands and raised it enough to be really uncomfortable for him.

I changed out the butt plug for a bigger one, fattest so far. I also tied the cord on his balls to the ankle cuff chain, pulling it tight enough to make him bend his knees, putting more pressure on his wrists and arms.

Tom had been lying down for so long, he needed to stand for a while. He could shuffle his feet if he needed to, but in doing so he would painfully tug at his balls. (Flash) I knew that these last few days had to come to an end and I didn’t want to let Tom go. If I had done my job right, he would be back many times. Still, I left him there for another hour just watching him squirm.

I went to him and released his ankles, easing the pull on his balls. His balls which were now extremely painful from being pulled on all day, were unwrapped. (The wrap was not tight enough to cut-off circulation.) The butt plug and gag came out and I unhooked the handcuffs from the hoist. He was turned around and I held him tightly.

He sensed that the scene was coming to a close. I reached behind him and released the cuffs. He put his arms around me and started to cry. He cried as much as he needed to and was told that everything was all right. Tom sobbed for about four minutes and stopped. He started to talk and I put a finger to his lips and led him over to the bed. We sat down and started talking.

He told me that he had never been put through things like that and that it was so intense at times he wanted to quit. He said that if he had not been gagged, he would have used a safe word a long time ago but that he was thankful to me for not letting him. That he cherished the pain and the experiences that he would not have had if he’d quit too soon.

He pushed me back on the bed and lay on top of me and held me tight for a very long time. I held him back just as tightly. I told him I wanted to keep him forever and he said that he wanted me to keep him. He was reminded that it was not possible and he started to cry again. When he stopped, I rolled him off of me and I put his ankles on my shoulders. I made love to him unbound. We held each other again.

It was time. I asked him if I could cook him a decent meal and he told me that he was so tired of those shakes he would never have one again. I reminded him he that he would if that was all I gave him, next time.

His eyes lit up and he smiled, asking if he really could come back. I told him certainly he could. That I needed help around here and if he worked for me, I’d pay him in pain and suffering. He agreed on the spot. I made him a steak dinner with all the trimmings and drove him home. He returned the next weekend dressed in his jeans and boots, no shirt, ready to work for his play. (Flash)

THE END……Of this Session (The next Volume? is a different story in itself, and involves Tom and another boy. And maybe a few more)

Leo Devin

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