Dukes Torture Part 4 -- the Tracking Device

Author: spartan
Title: Duke's Torture, Part 4 -- the Tracking Device
Date: 05 April 2010

Finally we arrived at Duke’s cabin in the mountains. It was quite hot. Duke told his assistant to do something in the house, and Duke removed the pole from my legs, so I was able to move them as I was helped out of the back of the van and walked inside. It was a strange sensation to be walking upright like that while being shocked, unable to move any part of my upper body since it was locked firmly to the metal pole. Walking was also difficult because of the metal butt plug, especially when it would receive shocks. Duke took me to where Todd had been kept, unlocked the metal head cage and removed my gag and hood, and removed Todd’s gag and hood, as well as turning off our electric shock devices.

The first thing Todd did was to ask me why I would want to voluntarily return to this torture chamber. I told him that I had enjoyed the bondage I had been placed in when I first arrived, and that I missed being with him. Todd just sighed and said I had no idea what I was going to be put through. I obviously couldn’t tell Todd my real reason for coming.

With that, the hoods were replaced on both of us (but not the gags), we were locked onto the wall, the shock devices were turned back on, and both of us started yelling from the pain. I’m sure Duke was pleased to hear us.

I had been told to get up on the tips of my feet so that the various devices on the pole could line up with the slits in the wall. These were then put through the wall and padlocked on the other side. What an effective way to keep someone locked in place! I couldn’t move a muscle. All I could do was feel the pain. Plus, I hadn’t mentioned this before, that the shock would go straight through the metal butt plug to my prostate, which would try to get my penis erect, though the CB-3000 prevented this. I desperately needed to get a hard on, but couldn’t. I’ve got to hand it to Duke -- he really knows how to torture a guy.

I had no idea when the authorities would come to rescue us, so all I could do was wait it out until they did. But just knowing that they could track me down through the tracking device helped me get through this torture. Both Todd and I were kept like this through the rest of the day, with, in addition to everything else, being in the very hot weather. My arms and shoulders were aching from the strained position they were in, but the pains from the shocks overrode those aches.

At night our gags were reinserted and the head cage re-closed, though the shock devices were kept on. At least mine was, and I assumed that Todd’s was, too. So the gag allowed Duke to get his sleep while continuing to torture us. Then I heard what sounded like a wall being moved behind us, as well as another one in front of us. After they’d been moved I heard them set down on the floor with a thud, followed by a click sound. Apparently we were kept within walls that could move, but were now fixed in place, so that we would be out of sight to anyone coming to the cabin. It’s a good thing I didn’t suffer from claustrophobia. But this could complicate our rescue, depending on when it came.

My thoughts that night, when the shocks allowed me to think, were on the authorities. They should now know which county we were in so they could contact the local authorities, and start involving them in the rescue operation. I hoped it would be soon.

The next morning, after the moveable walls were moved back, the shock device was turned off, the head cage opened and the gag removed, and the same morning feed was given as in the van. With the heat I had gotten quite dry and hungry. Then my hood was removed, and I could see that Todd was no longer attached to the wall. Soon I was also removed from the wall, the pole removed from my legs so that I could walk, and I was taken to another room.

I was placed in the middle of the room under some rafters across from Todd and facing him. I could see some rope hanging from the rafters. The pole was reinserted onto my legs and I was now unable to move any part of my body. Duke came striding up. He told his assistant to lower the rope. It was a hang-man’s noose which he placed around my neck above the metal collar. Then he had his assistant pull it up over a pulley until my feet were up again on the tips. The rope dug into my neck, strangling me. I was now in danger of being hung. I wondered why.

Duke then pulled out the tracking device!! He said that while I was passed out in the van in San Francisco he had gone over me, suspecting that I was up to something. He said that he dug out the device and disabled it, knowing what it was and how to disable it from his many years on the police force. He said there was no way anyone could find us. As I started realizing all the implications of this, I started moaning, “No-o-o-o. No-o-o-o. No-o-o-o. No-o-o-o.“

Duke said that for trying to get the authorities to locate him that I was going to be severely punished, and he wanted Todd to know what I had attempted, that it had failed, and to watch my torture. He said my shock device was going to be turned on to full intensity for the rest of the day.

When he turned it on, I passed out from the pain. I awoke at some later time in excruciating pain to the sound of loud screaming, and realized after awhile that it was me that was doing the screaming. I could hear Todd yelling, “No! No! Don’t torture him like that!” Duke responded that this was going to get Todd into the same situation that I was in, that he’d been warned before to stop questioning decisions that Duke makes.

What a mess this was. Now in addition to me being tortured, I was getting Todd tortured more than if I hadn‘t been here. The authorities had no way of finding out where we were, so that we were going to be here at Duke’s mercy for who knows how long. There’s nothing I can do about it now. I had made my decision, and it didn’t work out. Now Todd’s and my lives were going to be pure hell.

In the past I had secretly wished to be held captive in bondage while being tortured. During the four weeks of preparing to come to Duke‘s, I had hoped I could enjoy that here. But this reality wasn’t what I’d wished for. First, this was far more intense torture than what I’d ever envisioned being put through. Second, I had the concern about Todd and what he was having to endure. Third, there was no let up for me to think about things afterwards and enjoy them. And fourth, that damn CB-3000 prevents me from getting off.

After a period of time being conscious and in intense pain from the shocks, Duke told his assistant to slowly pull me up off my feet by the rope. I tried breathing, but couldn’t. I needed to cough, but this required air, and I dared not do that either. My penis tried to get hard, but couldn’t due to the CB-3000. I tried to move my body to get out of this, but couldn’t move anything. I noticed that Duke had his assistant pull the rope, so that he can truthfully tell the authorities that he did not hang me. I figured this was it -- this was the end of my life. I started having flashbacks on various parts of my life. Then I blacked out.

I awoke again to awful pain throughout my body. I was screaming. At first I couldn’t figure out where I was. Had I died and gone to hell? Then I felt there was a rope around my neck, and seemed to remember having been lifted up by it. I heard Duke tell his assistant to pull me up again. No, I hadn’t died and gone to hell, I was still alive and had gone to hell. I noticed Todd across from me, who was screaming “No! No!”, and up I went and blacked out again.

Memories of that day are pretty vague. I was in and out of consciousness as I was periodically raised and lowered. Finally the hangings stopped and I was left for awhile, though with the noose still keeping me on tip toes and digging into my neck. I was now conscious, which was worse than being unconscious. My neck hurt, I had a bad headache and a sore throat, and my eyeballs felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Then Duke returned holding a long metal pole which smelled like it was hot. I found out that it was very, very hot, apparently a branding iron which he pushed against the left side of my lower back. I didn’t think it would be possible to feel worse pain than I’d been through, but this was quite excruciating. Duke left and after awhile he returned with another hot long metal pole which he pushed against the right side of my lower back. More excruciating pain. He certainly was getting to enjoy more loud screams from me.

Todd had been yelling, “No! No! Stop!“ Duke had responded to Todd that he’d get his punishment tomorrow.

I didn’t get any sleep that night. The minutes just dragged by. The gag had been reinserted and I was left as I was with the shock device turned on full. The smell of my burned flesh filled the room. I wondered what Duke had branded me. And all the time I was thinking that I was going to have to get used to this since there was no way for the authorities to find us. The hope of rescue was gone.

The next morning brought a little relief. My shock device was turned off and the gag was removed. My headache was gone, my neck and throat felt a little better, but my back sure hurt. After the usual morning feed, a rope was put around Todd’s neck and he was lifted up onto the tips of his feet. Then Todd’s shock device was turned on full and Todd started yelling. I wanted to yell out to stop this, but knew that if I did I would be put back into it myself. Actually, I already was, but I would be hung periodically with the shock device on full if I said something. And that would get Todd upset, resulting in further punishment to him. What a situation.

The day slowly went by with Duke periodically telling his assistant to pull up the rope to hang Todd until Todd passed out, then being brought back down with the rope loosened a little until he regained consciousness, which brought a repeat of the procedure. I watched Duke out of the corner of my eye, and noticed that every time Todd was hung a noticeable bulge would appear between Duke’s legs.

I was drained. I didn’t care much about anything, but with the extra time I had standing there without the shocks my mind started wondering. I wondered how many times I had been hung that way the previous day. I wondered what affect the hangings had on my brain, since its cells had periodically been deprived of oxygen. I wondered if Todd would still be the same person he’d been before after going through this. I’d wondered if Duke had previously tested this on his assistant, since that poor guy didn’t seem to have much brain function.

Night came at last, and we were again locked on the wall with the gags and hoods inserted, the shock devices turned on full, and the movable walls reinserted. Duke certainly had made this cabin a torture chamber. I wondered what could possibly be worse. I found out the next day.


(To be continued)