Dukes Torture Part 5 -- Duke Nails It

Author: spartan
Title: Duke's Torture, Part 5 -- Duke Nails It
Date: 10 April 2010

The next day, after the usual morning feed from Duke‘s assistant, Duke said that it was time to take off the CB-3000’s and allow us to cum. After taking them off, he had his assistant put condoms on our penises. Then he turned on the shock devices again. He kept out our gags and hoods. By this time my nerves were becoming numbed by the shocks, so I didn’t start out screaming as much as before. The shock on my prostate quickly got me hard, but I got a surprise. The bastard had put on a condom which had multiple nails inserted into it that dug into the penis when it expanded! Plus the metal nails were connected to the shock device so that they also let out shocks into the penis. When he saw my surprise he let out a good laugh. That hurt like hell! You can always count on good old Duke. I finally cummed, but wow did that hurt! At least it’s good to know that, after all those shocks, I was still able to function.

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door with the words yelled out, “Open up! Police!” Did the authorities find us after all?

Duke was quite startled, turned off the shock devices, picked up a handgun, pulled back the blinds and looked out the window. Then he put down the gun and went to the door, opened it, and said, “Jake, you old bastard! Quit scaring me like that.”

No, there was no hope of rescue.

Jake replied that after 20 years on the police force, he didn’t think anything would scare Duke. Duke said that he’d removed a tracking device from me and was concerned that the authorities were looking for him and would find him. Then Duke brought Jake in to admire his handiwork. Jake was suitably impressed. He asked Duke if he could play with us, but Duke said not yet, that we were being punished for being bad boys. He said that Jake could stay and listen to the duet if he wanted, and turned the shock devices back on which were set to maximum. Given the affect on my penis with the nails and the shock on my prostate getting me hard, not to mention the pain throughout my body, I was soon back in full voice. I’m sure Todd was too, but I wasn’t paying attention to him. Jake just stood there with a smile, listening to our screams.

Finally Jake went to join Duke. We were left to scream our heads off, attached to the metal pole, still with the noose keeping us up on tiptoes, being unable to move. Apparently Duke had found another like-minded top.

Duke had been working outside, probably making another torture device for us, with the help of both Jake and Duke‘s assistant. I expected we were soon going to find out what it was. Later, after Jake had gone, Duke and his assistant brought it in for us to see. It was a coffin. I didn’t think that Duke was already tired of torturing us, and wondered what he had in mind. Surely he wasn’t going to simply put one of us into it. And why had they been spending so much time working on it?

When they lifted up the coffin to show us, I now understood. The bottom of the coffin was lined with nails sticking up! Then they put the coffin down and lifted up the lid to show us. The lid was filled with nails as well!

Duke turned off our shock devices. He said that there was more to the coffin than first appeared. The nails were carefully placed so that they did not impact the metal pole or the hood. There was a gas mask that would be placed over the mouth with a long extension which fit through a hole above the head, and the nails did not impact that either. The nails were placed such that when the lid was on they would each go into the body about a half inch.

In addition, Duke said the coffin had attachments for the metal pole to fit into, and that the shock device could be activated as well. Plus there was a metal plate on both the top of the lid and the bottom of the coffin which contacted the metal nails and also contacted the metal pole, so that the shock device would send shocks down the nails as well.

Duke said that he’d had his assistant dig a grave in the back yard in which the coffin could be put and covered back up, except for the extension from the gas mask which would be extended out of the grave to provide air. He said he could leave it there with the shock device turned on for several days at a time.

With that, he said that this was fitted out for me (!), and asked me whether I would like to be placed into it?

My spirit had been crushed. To be placed in this would be much more severe torture than anything we’d yet experienced. The thought of that coffin, the torture we’d experienced, the loss of hope for rescue, and the deprivation of sleep all combined to finally do me in. All humans have limits for what they can endure, and I’d finally reached mine. I was now ready to do whatever Duke wanted of me. So I dully responded, “No, sir. While I like extreme bondage, I don’t want any part of that coffin. That is way too much.”

Then Duke turned to Todd and said that it was up to him whether I’d be placed in it, that he was tired of Todd disagreeing with Duke’s decisions. Then he asked Todd whether he was now ready to accept whatever Duke decided in order to keep me out of the coffin.

Todd let out a deep sigh and responded, “Yes, master”.

In the battle of wills, Duke had won. Todd and I were defeated. We were now going to have to prepare ourselves for the life of a servant, carrying out our master’s wishes as conscientiously as Duke’s assistant was doing.

Duke was pleased with our responses, and told Todd that he was going to resume his slave training today, with me to be a play-toy for Jake, my treatment determined by how well Todd progressed as Duke’s slave. But he first had to go to town to do some shopping. The nooses were finally removed from our necks, the bottom part of the pole disconnected, and we were walked back and locked onto the walls with the bottom part reconnected again. Our hoods and gags were again put back on us, as well as our CB-3000’s after the condoms were removed, but at least the shock devices were kept off. The movable walls were set back in place, concealing us within them.

As Duke was preparing to leave, there was again a loud knock on the door and the words “Open up! Police!” yelled out. Duke went to the door and said, “Jake, you‘re early” as he was opening the door.

But Duke got a surprise and was flung against the wall as several officers came storming into the cabin. This time it seemed like we really were to be rescued.

It didn’t take the several officers long to subdue Duke given the element of surprise. His assistant didn’t put up any fight. Then the officers started looking for us. They saw plenty of torture devices, and suitably commented on them, but they couldn’t find us, since we were hidden within the walls. We were within easy ear shot of them, but couldn’t move or speak with the gags covering our vocal chords and being locked onto the metal poles. As the hours went by we were all getting very frustrated. Of course, when they asked Duke about us he would just deny any knowledge of us. When they asked Duke’s assistant about us he said nothing, taking his cue from Duke, as he always did.

Finally, a couple of the local authorities took Duke away to jail, with the others remaining at the cabin. The authorities realized that Duke’s assistant posed no problem and might even be helpful without Duke there. The remaining authorities decided to order some special equipment and needed that to arrive before going any further with the search. They decided to spend the night at the cabin. We could hear all this but couldn’t do or say anything.

The next morning Duke’s assistant was obviously agitated, and finally asked whether he should feed us as usual. Initially surprised by this request, the authorities told him to do so. So Duke’s assistant released and removed the movable walls to reveal us. The authorities were astounded, both at where we were and at how easy it had been to locate us, after they’d been unable to the previous day. As Duke’s assistant started to feed us, he was told to remove us from the wall attachments, which he did. Then Duke’s assistant was told to remove us from the metal poles, which he did.

When my arms were released they just dropped to their sides. When Todd was released, even though my arms had no feeling in them, both Todd and I looked at each other and quickly embraced, crying as we did so. At last. At long last, it was over. I heard one of the officers say, “Jesus. All that work just to rescue a couple of San Francisco queers. Look at them.”

That got me. While my spirit had been crushed earlier, that comment rekindled it. I was starting to be able to move my muscles after their long confinement, and I’d put my clothes on that I’d asked a week ago to have ready for me. I decided to quietly take the shock device, turn it on full bore, and come up behind that officer to put one of the tit clamps on him and let him get some small inkling of what we’d been put through. After a few minutes I had my chance and shocked him. He roared at me, “What the hell did you do that for?”

I roared back at him, “We had had that turned on at that level for many hours! I’d like to see you put up with that for as long as we had to endure! We had screamed so long and loud that I’m surprised we have any voices left! I appreciated you rescuing us from that extreme torture that we’d been put through. But I wish you’d have at least a little understanding of why we exhibited some normal human emotion, because I sure didn’t appreciate that insensitive comment you’d made!” I was pissed off, and it showed. With that, the officer realized what he’d said, what we‘d been put through, thought about what I’d said, and apologized.

That calmed me back down, and I asked the officers how they found us. They replied that they figured that an ex-police officer like Duke would be able to find their tracking device, so they had a couple of their members disguised as homeless people at the designated location, and that when Duke and his assistant were busy inside the van putting me onto his metal pole, they put another tracking device on the van. They also had a plane following in the air from a distance in case the tracking device should come off the van. They said they couldn’t tell me this in advance for fear that my reaction wouldn’t be believable should Duke find the tracking device that had been implanted on me.

I asked why it took the officers so long. They kind of hemmed and hawed and looked at the guy who had made the insensitive remark, finally saying that there was a problem with the local authorities who demanded to be the ones in charge who called all the shots. The problem was that the small mountain county wasn’t experienced enough about how to conduct such an operation, and after a couple of days of this becoming apparent, the county authorities had to back down and let the others lead the way.

They also said that they were afraid Duke had set up traps and signals to alert him to anyone’s approach. So when he’d had a visitor earlier that day, they observed how this visitor approached the house to learn how they should do it.

Duke’s assistant was just there doing what he was told to do. He didn’t seem to have any personality or feelings about anything. He seemed like one of those lost souls that has to have someone else to depend on. We figured Duke had tortured him to the point that he had lost all interest in anything but to dutifully do what he was told to do, which included the task of feeding us every morning. How fitting that this was Duke’s undoing in finding us! I also wondered whether, given enough time with Duke, that Todd would have eventually become like that. But I decided it was best to not even think about that.

Also I figured that Duke had gotten his rocks off by cumming in his assistant. I wondered whether he’d done that yet to Todd, but decided it was best not to ever bring up the subject.

With Duke’s arrest, his assistant couldn’t just be left adrift on his own. The authorities wanted to try to find out where his family was and whether he should be returned, but given Duke‘s desire to only have slaves who had no family ties, we figured he wouldn‘t have any family left alive. Todd felt an empathy toward him, and agreed to put him up until somewhere suitable could be found. The authorities were hoping that, with a more stable environment away from Duke, they could eventually get some information from him about Duke’s prior activities.

I wondered what was to become of all of Duke’s equipment and gear. As mean and nasty as Duke was, he had a talent for inventing and making great bondage gear. The officers said that they would need it for evidence of what Duke had done. I asked that, when it was no longer needed, I could have first choice at keeping some of it for memories of this awful experience. The officers noted my request and said they’d get back to me.

Reading my mind, Todd said that I would be walking alone down Folsom in that metal pole, that he had no intention of joining me. I just smiled, as did Todd when he saw my reaction, which made clear the accuracy of his guess. It was good to see signs that the old Todd was back.

Todd and I became inseparable after that shared experience. Nothing else could part us after what we‘d been through, though I don‘t think Todd could ever be comfortable again while Duke remained alive.


(Author’s note -- this story is fictitious. It describes some very intense scenes which I would never think of attempting, nor should you if you wish to remain alive. The only true parts are the description of Mr. S’ store location in part 3, the process for getting me into the severe hogtie in part 2, and my ultimate fantasy of how I want to be in gear walking down Folsom as detailed in the third paragraph of part 2. Ultimate? Well-l-l-l, if that metal pole could be made that fits me, ...)