Dukes Torture Part 2 -- Folsom

Author: spartan
Title: Duke's Torture, Part 2 -- Folsom
Date: 24 March 2010

I met Todd at the Dore Alley event in San Francisco. He was seated on a bench in the corner, dressed all in gear from head to toe, watching everyone from a distance. I was also all in gear from head to toe, and sat down next to him. He was uncomfortable at first until I spoke. Then he seemed to warm up, and we got to chatting about gear. We finally parted, telling each other in what city we lived (he was in SF, I was out in the suburbs), and planning to get in touch later.

Over the next few months we met every week or two. I got the impression that he was very lonely, wanting to have a friend, but being reluctant to try to make friends. Gradually we got to know each other better, and agreed to periodically venture out, but only dressed all in gear from head to toe. In my case, I had a life outside of bondage and needed to keep my identity protected. In his case, he told me the story (which I had related in part 1) about Duke who had branded him and believed that Todd was his slave to keep and torture, and that Todd was deathly afraid that Duke would find him. He remembered every detail, even though several years had passed, because every part of that stop for speeding and subsequent bondage was etched in Todd’s brain. It had been the most memorable event in Todd’s life up to that time.

We were both bottoms, and enjoyed dressing up in gear, with me having a desire for extreme bondage, but nothing more came of our relationship than that. One day, about a year after we first met, we were talking about what we would like to do for the upcoming Folsom event. I told him that my fantasy would be to be dressed from head to toe in leather with a large penis gag in my mouth under a hood with only nose holes, having Mr. S chatlet cuffs on my wrists behind my back, hands palm-to-palm, with the attached ring (see picture in my gallery) having a long chain running through it which connected metal clips on both ankles, and to walk the length of the Folsom area back and forth once. I wouldn’t be able to talk or see, so someone would have to guide me, but I would definitely be an attraction for everyone there. I could even be put into a severe hogtie in the back of the car transporting me to Folsom with the separate metal ankle cuffs padlocked to the chatlet cuff ring.

Todd loved the idea, and wanted to do the same as well, accompanying me. I told him that we would need to have someone who was trustworthy to lead us, and he said that he knew a nearby neighbor who would be willing to do this and that he could trust. I reminded him of his situation and told him that he would be taking a risk, that there would be photos taken of us and posted on the internet. But he was caught up in the thought of doing something wild like this for a change, and figured his identity would be sufficiently protected by the gear he‘d be wearing. We even decided to have a metal bar connecting metal collars around our necks to be led by. From that meeting on all we could talk about was the upcoming Folsom event and our plans.

The Sunday morning of the event I arrived at Todd’s place with the necessary gear I needed. He told me that his neighbor wouldn’t allow anyone into his house who did not have cuffs on behind their back and a blindfold on, so he would have to put me in all the necessary gear at his place, and he would have to get as much on as he could and take the cuffs and hood along for his neighbor to put on. We had also decided it would be best to have CB-3000’s on our cocks because we would want to shoot off during the walk, which would mess things up.

Getting into gear took awhile. We each had had specially tightly fitted heavy leather shirts made, which zipped up the back, to go with our tightly fitting pants. The shirts also had tit flaps, though we weren’t planning to utilize these. In order to be able to get the metal cuffs on our ankles we had to forgo wearing boots for low-cut shoes. Eventually with Todd’s help I got into all the gear. Wow was that intense! It’s a good thing I had the CB-3000 on.

While getting my gear on and having my hands free I helped Todd with his, until finally it was time to put the chatlet cuffs on my wrists. Todd had to first put a strap around my arms above the elbows to get me used to having my arms that close together behind me, tightening it after awhile, until finally he could screw the chatlet cuffs on my wrists all the way. Those were quite uncomfortable -- just the way I like it! My elbows were close enough together that Todd was able to screw on some Darby ankle cuffs on my arms above the elbows to replace the leather strap, something I was hoping I could have done but didn’t know if it would be possible. I was ready.

Todd picked up two metal bars, his chatlet cuffs, gag and hood along with the leather strap and another pair of darby ankle cuffs, led me out the door (I couldn’t see with the hood on), locked the door, and started walking to the neighbor’s. That’s one thing about San Francisco, seeing people out like this is not particularly unusual, especially on the weekend of an event, although I wasn’t able to see if anyone else noticed. We walked up to the neighbor’s house, rang the doorbell, and Todd turned around so that the person who answered the door could put the gag and hood on Todd and start the process of putting the chatlet cuffs on.

Before the gag and hood were put on, Todd first explained how he needed to have this done with the leather strap and the darby cuffs, like they were done on me. Eventually Todd’s were done the same way as mine. Then we were led inside the house and through to the garage. There we were put into the back of a van, our chests pulled back and legs pulled up so that our ankles were brought up to the chatlet cuff ring with the metal ankle cuffs attached by padlocks. With us now in the severe hogtie, the driver opened the garage door, started up the car, and we were off.

When the car was parked, we were unlocked from the hogtie and helped out of the van. This allowed the chain to lengthen out which connected our ankles through the chatlet cuff ring. The metal bar was attached connecting the front of my collar to the back of Todd‘s, and another attached to the front of Todd’s collar to be led by. Then we started walking, the neighbor first pulling the bar attached to Todd‘s collar, with me last. The chains were just long enough for us to stride about 1.5 feet at a time.

The day was fairly warm for San Francisco, and we soon were sweating in our gear. But the thought of the stares we would be getting from the others at the event made it all worthwhile. I was getting uncomfortable in my CB-3000, wanting so badly to get an erection from the thought of how we must look to the others there. I was enjoying this immensely, as, I’m sure, was Todd. Every so often we would stop, as it would be crowded and people wouldn’t realize that we were being led and couldn’t see. I’d also hear people remarking about us. We got a lot of comments. Interestingly, the person leading us said nary a word, but did a great job of leading us, knowing when to stop and when to go. I was looking forward to meeting this neighbor of Todd’s when all this was over.

Finally after a couple of hours of walking we reached the end of the event area, and turned around to head back through again. This second time took longer since there were a lot more people, forcing us to stop more often. We walked past some ongoing events, attracting those peoples’ attention. Often I would hear the click and whirr of cameras as people were taking pictures and videos of this wild sight that Todd and I made, being pulled by Todd’s neighbor.

Finally, after another few hours, we apparently arrived back at the car, and it was time to head back to Todd’s neighbor’s house. The bars were removed, we were helped into the back of the van, and again placed into the severe hogtie for the ride back. Only this time Todd’s neighbor removed the chain attached to one ankle, brought my head back, and locked it to the top of the hood. Then he relocked it back to the ankle. I heard him do the same to Todd. This was an unexpected and interesting touch. I liked it.

I was basking in the glow of what we had done, but was also looking forward to getting out of the gear, which by now had become more than a little uncomfortable, particularly in the severe hogtie. My shoulders hurt from having the chatlet cuffs on that long. And I was also looking forward to a meal, since we’d gone without food for several hours. But I sure was happy that I had done this. I couldn’t wait to see pictures posted on the internet that people had taken of us.

After thinking about this for awhile, I started noticing that the drive back to Todd’s neighbor’s house was taking longer than it did on the way. I wondered if Todd’s neighbor was taking us to a special eating place to celebrate our accomplishment. We obviously had gone over a bridge to the other side of the bay, to the east judging by how long we were on the bridge. But we still kept going. By now I was getting concerned. This wasn’t part of the plan. But there wasn’t anything Todd or I could do about it except wait and see what was up.

Finally, after what had to be at least a couple of more hours, the car came to a stop. The driver got out. The driver met another person. Together I heard some tinkering around going on, and then the back of the van was opened and we were removed, still in the severe hogtie. I wondered why we were not taken out of this. Then we were propped up and hooked onto something, our chains, hoods and gags were removed, and we found ourselves near a cabin up in the woods confronted by a total stranger. We both looked quite perplexed, and asked what was going on.

“Hello, Todd” came a voice from around the corner. With this, Todd started screaming, “No-o-o-o! No-o-o-o! No-o-o-o! No-o-o-o!”

The man who had spoken came around the corner and continued speaking, “I told you several years ago that I would find you. It wasn’t wise of you to run off like that. It’s allowed me to think up all kinds of special fun I’m going to have with you now that I‘ve got my branded slave back.”

Todd couldn’t stop screaming. This was obviously Duke, the guy who had put his brand on Todd, the man who Todd was deathly afraid would find him. Duke finally said, “It won’t do you any good to scream like that. There’s no-one else around to hear you. But I do so enjoy hearing your screams.”

Finally I asked what happened to Todd’s neighbor. The man got a big smile on his face and said, “He was called away with a family emergency, though he’ll find that there was no emergency after all. But I was able to help him by taking his part in leading you around today. We had gotten to know each other as two tops sometimes do, and he told me about your plans. I must say, I was more than happy to help him by taking over his responsibility. You two certainly made it easy for me. With that, he started laughing.

Then he said that he really enjoyed himself today leading us down Folsom through all those people. He said he’d like to take his slaves, suitably attired, for another walk like that at a future event. But he first had some unfinished business to attend to.

The two of them carried each of us inside the cabin. What a dungeon that place had been turned into. Todd was taken to one room and I was taken to another. I could only tell what was done to Todd from the sounds he made, and they were not pleasant to hear. He obviously was being tortured unmercifully as he feared he would be. After awhile Duke came to take care of me after he had hooked Todd up to some torture device, since Todd was screaming while Duke and his assistant were in my room. He told his assistant that he wanted to place me in the “box”.

The two of them brought over a wooden box which was several feet tall, with a hole in the top which the head was to fit through, and with an opening on the side for them to work through. I was still in the severe hogtie. They fitted my head in the hole, and measured how high a support they would need to put under my knees for me to fit. They measured it a bit close, though, since the top of the hole lined up with the bottom of my chin, providing I stuck my neck up as far as I could. They then put the gag and hood back on, and tightened the straps around my neck so that I was having trouble breathing. Yup, this had to be Duke. They closed and locked the lid.

The underside of the lid had some hooks. They undid the tit flaps, hooked some severe clamps on my tits, and pulled them up so that they just barely attached to the hooks under the lid. This caused me to start yelling some, too. I heard Duke laughing, and tell his assistant that I should be happy like this for awhile. Then I heard them close the side door, lock it, and leave.

I was left like this for the rest of the day. And all the time I could hear screams coming from poor Todd. Compared to Todd, I was getting off quite easily. But I was worried. It looked like we were in for a bad time.


(To be continued)