Dukes Torture Part 3 -- the Metal Pole

Author: spartan
Title: Duke's Torture, Part 3 -- the Metal Pole
Date: 29 March 2010

Todd and I were left like we were for several hours. Then, apparently, Todd was let out of the torture he had been experiencing, because he quit screaming. Evidently even Duke needed some quiet time for sleeping.

I didn’t get much sleep, being in the severe hogtie in the box like I was. My shoulders hurt a lot. But at least I was able to endure my situation. I awoke the next morning to the sounds of Todd starting to scream again. Duke must be up. After awhile he came to talk to me. He opened the side of the box, removed the tit clamps, opened the head lid, took off my hood and gag, and started asking me questions.

To the question of whose idea it was to be dressed as we were for Folsom, I told him that it was mine, that I enjoyed extreme bondage. To the question of whether I also enjoyed being tortured, I said that I enjoyed having some pain added to the bondage, but that I’d never been tortured to the extreme that Todd had told me about being done by Duke, so I couldn’t tell. To the question of whether I had other obligations to return to, I told him that I did, that if I didn’t soon notify them at work, people would start asking about me and start looking for me. To the question of whether I had other family relatives, I said yes. To the question of what the relations were between Todd and me, I told him that we were not lovers, but just good friends who enjoyed being in gear.

With that, Duke told me that his objective had been to get Todd, and that he now had the problem of what to do with me. I told him that I enjoyed the bondage that he had placed me in, and had secretly hoped that someone would someday do this to me. I told him that I’d had to think about the situation as well, and that it had been a life-long wish of mine to be at a place like Duke’s permanently to have him do to me what he wished, but that I‘d need about a month to wrap up my affairs. Duke was quite pleased about this reaction of mine, and said that he needed to think about this. Then he replaced me as I had spent the night.

O.K., so I lied. I’d had the night to think about what to do, and decided to try to return back home, tell the authorities, and return to Duke’s to allow them to find out where Duke’s place was and rescue Todd. I felt terrible, and a little responsible, about what poor Todd’s life was going to be like, and was willing to endure some punishment in order to get Todd rescued. I knew I was taking a terrible risk, should the authorities not be able to track Duke, but I was willing to do this. Todd was too nice of a guy to have to put up with the extreme torture that he was obviously going to be put through.

All the time Duke and I were talking, Todd was in there screaming his head off. That helped steel me to my decision. After a few hours, Duke came back and said that he was happy to oblige me, and that he would drop me off at Todd’s house, since the neighbor would not as yet have had a chance to return, and I needed to get my clothes out of Todd’s house to return home. I told him this was great, that he wouldn’t regret his decision. He said that I’d better be telling him the truth, because, before he and his assistant would leave to come pick me up in 4 weeks, he would leave Todd in extreme inescapable bondage and torture, and that there was no way for the authorities to easily find Todd here, leaving Todd to a slow, painful death should they not return. That was a chilling thought.

This time he decided to leave his assistant here to look after Todd while he drove me back. Both of them removed me from the box. Duke said he would need to take measurements of me so that he could make some appropriate gear for me, and he and his assistant spent some time doing this. They then put me back in the van as before. All this time I was still in the severe hogtie. It was difficult, but I had had no choice. At least I was going to be able to get out of it in a few hours. But poor Todd was probably stuck in his.

When we arrived at Todd’s house Duke let me out of the restraints and the hood and after taking some time to get the circulation back into my limbs, we went inside Todd’s house. Duke started making arrangements to explain Todd’s absence. Before I left he told me to meet him in 4 weeks at 8 am on Sunday on 8th Street across from Mr. S. He said to take BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) and walk there, which is about a 15 minute walk, to bring nothing except what I was wearing and the CB-3000 I had on for Folsom, which I was to have on, and to wear old clothes that could be thrown away, since he would provide the other gear. I was not to eat or drink anything for the previous 24 hours, and was to empty out before leaving home. He reminded me of what would happen if I tried to have them arrested. I said I was looking forward to my life with him in a month, and we parted. Whew, that part was over. Now I have to return home as if nothing had happened, and contact the authorities when I have a chance.

Those 4 weeks had me notify my relatives and friends that I was going away on work business and could not be contacted, and that I couldn’t tell them how long I would be away or where I was going. I figured there was no need to worry them. I told the people at work that I was going to be working with the authorities on a police matter, needed an indefinite leave of absence after 4 weeks to be able to do this, and to tell anyone who inquired that I had quit, since the bad guy we were after could well call to check on me. My bosses were sympathetic and agreed to let me take the time away, providing I wrapped up my current assignments, which I was able to do.

I had to figure out who would be the appropriate authorities to contact. Would it be the city-county of San Francisco, since that is where the kidnapping of Todd occurred? Would it be the county authorities of wherever Todd was now located? Would it be the FBI, since it was a kidnapping case? Would it be the state authorities, since it crossed municipal jurisdiction boundaries but stayed within the state? I decided to contact all of them and let them decide.

The state deferred to others, but both the city-county of San Francisco and the FBI were interested in pursuing the case. We couldn’t contact the county where Duke’s cabin was located because we didn’t know what county to contact. With Todd’s life at stake, we decided it was best for me to return with Duke. The two agencies showed me a bug which could be tracked which they decided to implant on me. So I had the minor operation to have that inserted shortly before I was to meet Duke. It left me in some pain, which would be there as long as the device was in me, but I could easily live with that.

We’d checked the pictures of Duke, Todd and me at Folsom which were on the internet, but Duke was dressed in leather with a hood on. All we could see were his eyes, nose and mouth. But damn, those were hot pictures of Todd and me!

I had put all my belongings in storage, including my car, and had given the 4 weeks’ notice of leaving the apartment that I had been renting. Everything was now in place for my meeting up with Duke again. I was apprehensive about this, but with what Todd must have been going through in those 4 weeks at the hands of that monster, it was something I had to do. Finally the day came, and I left at the appointed time to take BART to the downtown San Francisco location. On the way, I was thinking, “What if BART should malfunction?”, but it didn’t and I was able to get to the appointed place on time. There was Duke’s van. The only other people nearby were some homeless people, who were up and stirring, with a few cars exiting off the nearby freeway off-ramp or driving down 8th Street to the freeway on-ramp a block further on.

Duke and his assistant were waiting outside the van for me, opened the back of the van and escorted me inside. Duke said that he appreciated my having been honest with him, that he’d called at work and called my relatives to verify. His assistant gave me a bit of liquid and food. Duke said that they calculated just the right amount of liquid and food per day so that there wouldn’t be any elimination, and they added vitamins to maintain health.

There was a strange piece of gear there, a metal pole with various attachments, the likes of which I’d never seen before, which I couldn‘t keep from looking at all the time he was talking and I was feeding. He told me to take a good look at it, since this is what I would be locked onto, that he‘d made it specially for me from my measurements. While I like extreme bondage, this was more extreme than anything I‘d ever seen or heard of before.

I stripped off my clothes, and he had me lie down on my stomach. He then said he was going to insert a butt plug, asking me if I’d ever had one inserted before. I’d told him that I’d not, but that I’d like to find out what it was like. At that answer he laughed a little, and said that it was rather a long segmented metal one, and to relax my butt as it was going to take a little effort to get it inserted. He wasn’t kidding, but finally he got it in. It went in quite a ways. Then he put a thick rubber hood on me which had the eyes and nose covered, but an opening for the mouth. It was one size too small, and he stretched it, zipped it down, and laced it as tight as he could down and over my chin, but leaving the neck part unclosed.

Next he rested that metal pole device on my back, hooking attachments to both the butt plug and the CB-3000. Then he told me to take in a deep breath and hold it. I did so, and felt him enclosing a wide metal covering over my stomach which was attached to the metal pole, which he tightened much as hand cuffs are tightened. When it was as tight as he could get it, he said I could let out my breath. I couldn’t loosen my stomach at all.

Duke then told me to put my hands behind my back, and proceeded to pull them around and up until they were behind me almost up to my neck, hands palm to palm. I think this is called the reverse prayer position. My shoulders started hurting. He had chatlet cuffs attached to the pole which he placed my wrists in and screwed them on. This was extremely uncomfortable, but it’s what I craved. I was willing to endure this for however long it would take to get back to his place and have the authorities rescue Todd. He then put some cuffs around my arms above my elbows that were also attached to the metal pole, and clicked those shut. I couldn’t move my arms at all.

Then he tightened several straps around my neck. These were attached to the metal pole and were thick elastic, so that he could tighten them as tight as he could. By tightening them so much, it cut off my air and I blacked out.

When I came to, Duke said that he needed to find out what was the right tightness, and had to go too far in order to find that out. It was plenty tight as it was. Then he tightened another wide metal covering which was attached to the metal pole around my neck over the elastic straps much the same as the one that was put around my stomach. I couldn’t move my head at all after this was done, and had trouble breathing, though I could manage it. He pulled the neck part of the hood down, stretched the rubber and zipped it down, and laced the hood tight. Over the hood he closed a metal head cage which was attached to the end of the metal pole, and tightened it as well. But my mouth was still open and uncovered, though not for long.

He told me to relax and open my mouth, rolled me over, and started putting this big, long penis type tapered gag in my mouth, which had an opening in the middle for me to breath through. He said it was a special design he had made. It took awhile because I would start to gag periodically and Duke would have to stop and wait for me to settle down. Finally it was in all the way, and Duke told me to try to yell. I tried, but couldn’t. He laughed a little, and said that it covered the vocal cords. He said that it is very uncomfortable at first, but that I would eventually get used to wearing it. He was right about it being very uncomfortable, but I was going to have to put up with it for the short time until the authorities rescued Todd.

Next Duke put some severe tit clamps on and connected a wire from these to the metal pole. Those tit clamps hurt! Finally, Duke rolled me back over onto my stomach and put the bottom metal pole on, locking it onto my ankles with the same type of ratcheting attachment as are on most hand cuffs and were on the other connections, and locking it similarly above and below my knees as well. He had already connected the two metal poles together.

With this, I was almost ready to go. Duke and his assistant each lifted an end and attached me to the back of the van, so that I was suspended in air with this metal pole attached. Duke then said that the rooms he will have both Todd and me in are not air-conditioned, and as long as this hot weather continues I should expect to be in over 100 degree (Fahrenheit) temperature like this during the day. He said that the lower metal part can be removed for the times I will need to walk. He said that at night I am attached to a special wall which has openings for parts of the pole’s attachments to be put through and padlocked on the other side. He said that I will now be in this bondage device indefinitely. Duke said that he enjoyed knowing that I liked extreme bondage, because this was certainly extreme (no kidding! The rescue had better come soon!).

Duke also said that he would attach an electric device to the metal pole which would send periodic electric shocks to all the adjoining areas, including the cock, balls, butt, and nipples. He said that he never starts at less than half-way up the shock scale when doing so, and that he would attach such for me to enjoy on the drive up, since I had said that I enjoyed a little pain with my bondage. He also said he’d modified the shock device to up the intensity level a little.

While attaching the wires from the shock device to the pole he said that I’d probably like to know how Todd is doing. This was the question I’d been wanting answered. Duke said that Todd, as me, is in one of the same kind of devices as part of his slave training, and that he’d started becoming the slave that Duke had wanted until yesterday, when he’d become a bad boy. Duke had told him that I was going to be joining them of my own choice and that Duke had decided to allow me to, and Todd reacted negatively to this. Duke said that he cannot ever have his decisions questioned. So Duke left Todd attached to the wall with the electric shocks turned up to their max for him to enjoy during Duke’s absence. Duke then said that he would start the shock device on me at it’s lowest level of half-way. With that he turned it on, and I was in severe pain. This was more than just “a little pain”. What poor Todd must be going through!

I couldn’t think about much on the trip back up to Duke’s place. My mind was consumed with the intense pain I was experiencing, not to mention the extreme un-comfortableness of this bondage device that I was placed in, as well as that gag. I had to keep reminding myself that I was doing this for just a short time so that the authorities could track Duke to his location and rescue Todd from this monster. But I realized that even a short time in this was going to be very difficult to endure.

(To be continued)