By Mister-X / Spartan

Travis was shocked! He couldn’t believe what he had just seen. His eyes must have deceived him, but they hadn’t. He was shocked into inactivity. Then he looked at the emperor quickly hiding that dildo. He realized that the emperor had seen his reaction, and knew that he knew. Travis quickly looked away and tried to adopt an air of nonchalance, starting to act as he would normally act.

The emperor hadn’t even bothered to replace the blindfold that had so suddenly come off when the strap broke. He unlocked the cuffs that had kept Travis’ hands bound in front of him, pulled far up and away, making his ass easily accessible.

The emperor quickly got dressed and, noticing that Travis was now seeming to not have noticed, decided to adopt a normal attitude of his own. “Our play session is over, Travis. I need to get back to my civic duties. Goodbye.”

Travis inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. As he left the palace he hoped that his life would be spared. He didn’t want to even see his friends and talk about his play session. No one would believe what he had seen of the emperor. If word of that got around it would mean the end of any respect people had for their emperor. Travis knew that he would never breathe a word of what he had seen, but could the emperor take the chance of someone knowing his deepest, darkest secret? He didn’t think so.

Travis decided that the best thing for him to do now was to quickly pack up and leave. He was in his room packing when there was suddenly a loud knock at the door. Travis was suddenly filled with dread and he started shaking. He knew that the front door was the only way in or out of his small living quarters, so he had no choice but to answer the door. There was no place to hide. He quickly closed his suitcase and shoved it under the bed. He went to the door just as it was forced open.

“Travis Mendenhall, you are to come with me.” The big, burly emperor’s guard was accompanied by three others, all of whom had their weapons drawn. Travis’ fears were realized. He was ordered to strip naked. He soon found his hands tightly cuffed behind him, a large padlock attached to their middle, shackles locked onto his ankles with a heavy chain between which had a loop in the middle which was designed for that padlock to fit through. Most important of all, Travis was tightly gagged so he couldn’t say anything. He was patted down for anything hidden on his body.

The lead guard, the one who had spoken, pulled Travis’ hands up painfully toward his neck and started marching him away by holding these. This all caused his 7-inch long cock to stand out erect. As he was leaving, Travis noticed the other guards pointing down to his cock and smiling to themselves. He expected that, now that he was taken prisoner, the level of cock that would now be entering his ass would be from a much lower class of person.

Travis was marched to a waiting van. He was walked into the back, a large metal collar that was attached to the top of the van was locked onto his neck, his legs were pulled back with his ankles brought up toward his wrists to allow that large padlock to be closed through the loop in the middle of the connecting chain between his ankles’ shackles. His ankles and legs were lying on the floor, but the collar was pulling his chest up into the air. Travis was choking. He knew that his life was now going to be one of constant torment. With this thought his cock was trying to hump the floor of the van as it went speeding off.

After the van was driven through the several heavy metal gates, allowing it inside the deep bowels of the emperor’s prison, Travis could start hearing screams of pain. He wondered if he was going to be tortured like these guys were, but he knew that his gag would not be coming out when he was conscious. He figured that he was going to have to be allowed to eat and drink, but wondered how that would be possible through that tight gag.

Finally when the van stopped, Travis was released from the hogtie and chained collar. He was removed from the van and started being forced into the prison, held by his cuffed hands which were again brought painfully far up his back. He was taken far into the bowels of the prison, through other locked doors, past the cells where he could see prisoners being tortured, which elicited the screams of pain he had been hearing. There were more heavy metal doors that he was led through, doors that could only be opened with keys. Finally he was at the end of the last hallway. The last cell door was opened and he was taken inside. There were no other prisoners in this room of cells.

First the loop in his ankle shackles was locked onto another chain that was welded to the bottom of the cage. The shackles were then locked together. A heavy metal collar was locked onto his neck. At least this one wasn’t choking him. Finally a chain was lowered down, his cuffed hands were pulled up as far as they could go and they were locked to the chain. Travis was forced to bend over at the waist to avoid his arms from being wrenched from his shoulders. This was a very painful position to maintain, something called strappado.

Travis’ pants were lowered down, and the guard who had brought him in unzipped his pants and brought out his erect dick. He thrust it into Travis’ exposed ass, and started humping Travis. He soon shot his load. He stepped aside, and let the next guard have his turn. The guards had lined up when the chief guard had started in, and all had their pants down waiting their turn.

Travis knew that he was now going to be a hole for eager guards to get their cocks off. The child bearing women of this empire were all designated to be breeders, set aside for only the most fit males to impregnate, with the older women assigned the task of helping raise the offspring. It was one of the edicts from the emperor, to produce the best breed of offspring in order to improve the empire. The emperor himself had a large family of offspring. It was assumed that the emperor was well endowed to have so many fine looking heirs. His subjects respected him for this. But after what Travis had seen, he now wondered who the fathers were of these offspring.

Time passed slowly for Travis. The problem of having his gag removed so he could eat and drink was resolved in a way he hadn’t expected. The guard who performed this task was deaf. Whatever Travis had to say meant nothing to this guard. The emperor’s deepest, darkest secret was safe.

As he had expected, Travis performed a role that the male guards needed. Without any women available to satisfy the guards’ cocks, Travis became the one to satisfy them. His gag never came out when anyone who had ears visited him – only the deaf guard who fed him had the key to it. Travis at least had someone who came by each morning to change the bucket that was placed under his cock, as well as the one that was placed under his butt and to clean it before the guards utilized it, and to bathe him once every other day. Travis realized that, after all, if the guards were going to be using him, they needed him to be clean, or at least, relatively so.

Occasionally, when there would be other guards waiting their turn, Travis would hear snatches of gossip. In this way he could at least pick up little pieces of information of what was going on outside the prison. This was how, one day, that he heard that the emperor had died and that the crown prince was now the new emperor. Travis wondered if his status would change with the emperor now dead, that his deepest darkest secret would now not matter if it were revealed. But as the days passed Travis saw no change in his status. He was still kept a secure prisoner deep in the deepest bowels of the emperor’s prison.

Travis now had a beard and mustache, but with the person coming by once a week to clean him, his hair was regularly cut and his beard and mustache trimmed. After all, the guards preferred having someone be decent looking that they shot their seed into.

Finally, one day, the guards quit coming on a regular basis. Travis wondered what this meant. He couldn’t ask the guy who fed him regularly three times a day, but he looked at him questioningly and tried acting out what he was trying to communicate. The guard who came three times a day had never seen Travis try to communicate with him for all those years, and realized that something had changed to get him to want to try now. The guard thought he knew.

After this guard had left the cell, he got some paper and a pen and wrote down the answer to what he figured Travis was trying to ask. The next time he came to feed Travis, he showed him the writing. It said, “new emperor revokes edict limiting women to breed only with the best men. Guards now able to copulate with women.” Travis nodded his head, and mouthed the words ‘thank you.’ He now understood why the guards were no longer visiting him to get their cocks shot off. But he still remained in that prison.

In that strappado position, Travis’ arms had long since gone numb, and were useless to him. He had to keep adjusting his feet during the day to keep them from going numb as well. It had been difficult at first for him to sleep at night, but he was now used to sleeping while standing, or rather bent over.

Finally, one day, the guard who had originally taken Travis to his cell, and who had frequently visited him during his stay, came by to release him. Travis couldn’t believe it. His collar was removed, the cuffs were removed from his wrists, and the shackles were removed from his ankles. Most important, the gag was removed from his mouth by someone who could hear. As they were taking the long, slow walk out of the prison, doors periodically unlocked as they went through, then locked afterwards, Travis finally asked, “what happened?”

“The new emperor has pardoned the prisoners who were here that had not committed crimes.”

After another pause for a door to be opened and shut, Travis said, “that was very kind of him to do so.”

“Yes, it was strange that the son of that previous emperor would do something kind.”

“The previous emperor couldn’t have been the father of the current emperor.”

The guard thought about this for a second, then stopped escorting Travis out. “You’re saying our emperor is a bastard? How dare you!”

Travis thought ‘uh, oh.’ Before long Travis found himself back in that cell again, taken with his cuffed hands pulled painfully up his back again, put back into the same restraints he had just been removed from. But this time the collar put on was exceedingly tight, and the cuffs were ratcheted shut much tighter than they had been before. After Travis was tightly restrained and the cell closed and locked, it was a few minutes before that guard was back with some clamps to put on Travis’ nipples. When those were put on, Travis started yelling into his gag from the pain.

The guard stepped aside to listen until Travis finally calmed down enough to allow him to hear anything the guard had to say. “From now on you will be tortured. We can’t have anyone saying, or even thinking, such a bad thought about our emperor. He is beloved by all of us after that evil emperor that preceded him.”

Travis knew he had not meant to disparage the current emperor, but was just stating a fact that he knew. But again, there was no way for him to communicate this. The attitude of all the guards and cleaning person that visited him now was definitely hostile toward him. The guard had told them all, and they clearly thought that Travis was a terrible person to have said that.

More years passed. Travis had long ago resigned himself to living a life of pain and misery, locked away in the bowels of that prison. Guards would periodically come by to torture him. He would get hoarse from his screams of pain. And all because of that one statement he’d made. He became extremely depressed, more so than he’d been when confined initially.

Finally, one day, another guy came in to see him. This guy was not dressed in the tight-fitting black leather uniforms of the guards, but was wearing a business suit. He said, “The emperor has instituted prison reforms. I can’t find any crime you’ve committed which would justify your being here, and I think you should be released. However, I will first have to finish my entire review of all the prisons and file my report. If it should be adopted, then you will be released. I just want you to know that there is hope yet.” Then the guy left.

Travis started feeling better. He was starting to come out of his depression. But he realized that it was going to take time. He waited. The guards continued their periodic tortures. Nothing seemed to change from when he was brought back into this cell after that ill-said statement. Every time a guard came to unlock his cell, Travis hoped that this would be the time he would be getting out. But it never turned out to be the case.

Then, one day, other guards came to open his cell. He started being released from the restraints that kept him attached to the cell. The gag, cuffs and ankle shackles were kept on, and he was escorted out of the cell, through that massive metal door, and down the hallway. Travis hoped that this meant that he was finally going to be released, but didn’t know for sure. After all, he was still restrained as he’d been when he was first taken to that prison, though without this guard pulling his cuffed hands painfully up his back.

Travis was taken to a room and sat down in a chair. His arms were put over the back of the chair, his cuffed hands were pulled down and his ankle chain was brought up to attach to the open cuffs that were still attached to his handcuffs. He was, in effect, locked onto that chair. His gag was kept in, and the guards stood aside and waited. After about 15 minutes a group of guards came in and sat down at the table in front of the chair. One of them told the guard to remove the prisoner’s gag. Travis finally had his gag out again with people present who could hear, but he knew that these were guards, that this appeared to be a formal session, and he started to ask what was happening.

The guard who had spoken immediately shouted at him, “Quiet! You are only allowed to answer our questions.”

He picked up a piece of paper and started reading from it. “This meeting is being recorded.” Travis then noticed a machine going on the side of the table.

“You are prisoner Travis Mendenhall, correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“According to our records you have been a prisoner here for a little over 27 years. Is that correct?”

“I haven’t kept track of the time, Sir, but that could very well be accurate.”

“What crime did you commit to be sent here?”

“I didn’t commit any crime, Sir. I saw something that would have been embarrassing to the previous emperor, and he put me here so I couldn’t say what I saw.”

“Have you ever been tortured while in this prison?”

Travis was thinking that the prison reforms were finally taking effect, and he was maybe going to be compensated for what he’d been put through as well as being released. He breathed a sigh of relief and replied “Yes, Sir.”

“How recently has that been?”

“This morning, Sir.”

This brought some reaction from the guards at the table. The recording machine was turned off. They started discussing in private the implications of what they’d heard, and finally the guards stood up. The chief one said, “Prisoner Mendenhall, we can’t release a prisoner who makes such accusations. Guards, return him to his cell.”

Travis noticed the recording machine being rewound as the guards off to the side started releasing his restraints from being attached to the chair and the ones at the table left the room. Travis started yelling into his gag, but the guards just ignored him. It didn’t take long for Travis to be back in his familiar cell again. He was lapsing once again into a deep depression.

His life did improve, however. He was no longer tortured. Also, his cuffs were loosened and he was no longer kept in the strappado position, and he wasn’t kept standing in that locked position. He was now free to roam about the cell. But this meant that he didn’t have guards visiting him as often as they had in the past. Travis was surprised to find that he missed the periodic visits, even though they meant being tortured. He now only had the person who took care of cleaning him, one he couldn’t communicate with because his gag was kept in, and the deaf guard who fed him, another he couldn’t communicate with. Neither of them spoke when in his cell. His life became a much lonelier one.

Years continued to pass. With the loosened restraints Travis was able to cope better with it. He was able to get some exercise. Some limited feeling returned to his arms. He was able to start to think that he might be an actual human being again. But only in a limited space. And what kind of a life did he have? He was just kept here, fed periodically. He never was able to do anything productive. He was just an expense to the country.

Then one day, that guy in the business suit returned to visit him again. When he saw Travis, he got a disgusted reaction. “You should have been released long ago! What are those imbeciles thinking!”

After saying this the guy demanded that the guard let him out. Travis was hoping that this meant that he would soon be getting out. He was getting hopeful again. But he knew better than to get his hopes up too much.

The next day there seemed to be some excitement. A couple of guys were brought into cells near Travis in this room that was the bowels of the prison. They didn’t seem to have gags in, and were talking. Travis was trying to understand what they were saying. He finally got the gist of what had happened.

There had been a revolution. The military had overthrown the emperor. The military was now in charge. The prison was quickly filling up with new prisoners. The prison reforms were dispensed with. Travis realized this meant that he was going to be kept here.

That night the guards came into this part of the prison carrying torture devices. They started with the new arrivals. Without their gags, these guys were soon screaming with pain. The guards were enjoying torturing these new arrivals. Finally one of the guards looked over at Travis and said, “what about old Travis here? We haven’t been able to have any fun with him for years. He also got aroused when we’d torture him. Let’s start having fun with him again.”

Travis was having mixed emotions. He was so used to his life being one of being in that cell. He remembered the times when he would be tortured. He hated the pain, but remembered that he was sometimes turned on by it as well. And he enjoyed being the center of attention for some guards who would spice up his otherwise dull day.

Soon Travis had clamps on his nipples again, and he reacted by yelling into his gag. He also had clamps on his cock and balls. These were a new experience, they hurt like hell, and he was yelling from the pain of those. The guards locked his ankle chain back onto the position it had been locked to for all those years, locked his ankles back together again, and brought his cuffed hands back up in that painful strappado position to lock to the hanging chain which was still in his cell. The gag had still been kept locked on him, and the guards now started putting a clamp on his nostrils to cut off his air. When Travis would just be out of air he would try to shake his head to get the clamp off, which would cause the other clamps to start hurting all the more. The guards would laugh, remove the clamp from his nose for Travis to get some air, and put it back on. They were having fun. And Travis was finally having others visiting him again.

Finally the guards realized that the other prisoners had stopped screaming, and focused their attention back to the new arrivals, leaving Travis like he was. After they’d gotten the new ones in so much pain that they couldn’t think, some other guys came in who were obviously military brass and started questioning them. Travis strained his ears to listen, hoping to hear further news. He learned a lot about various people involved in the overthrow. When the military guys were finished, they told the guards, “No prisoners in this room are allowed to ever be released alive. And make sure they are all gagged. You are ordered to torture them constantly.” The military guys left, seemingly without even realizing that Travis was also in that room.

Travis couldn’t believe his ears. He was now going to be kept here permanently and tortured constantly, at least for as long as the military was in charge of this country. He started sinking into depression again.

The sadistic guards did their orders with enthusiasm. They were quite happy torturing the prisoners in this room. They had gagged the new arrivals, and all were constantly screaming into their gags every day, including Travis. He had not realized that there were so many ways a guy could be tortured. His collar was replaced with a tighter one, one that was choking him. He had learned about cuffs and shackles lined with internal spikes. He had also learned about spiked cock sheaths. He would have a big metal butt plug up his ass that would excite his prostate when his cock was in one of those spiked cock sheaths. And always there were the clamps and the breath control games. They even would pull him up off his feet by attaching a chain to his collar and raising it, only lowering him after he’d passed out.

Travis was back to hoping for the quiet days when no one came by. He was getting very depressed from the constant pain and torture he was having to suffer. But he had been through so much that he had gotten somewhat jaded to it. The other guys had not been prepared for this treatment, and they soon fell into ill health. After time, Travis was back to being alone in that room. But that didn’t stop the guards from performing their orders.

Travis wondered how much more of this he would be able to take. But one day, the guards didn’t come by to torture him again. After a couple of days of not having these visitors, Travis again was wondering what had happened. He again tried to communicate with the deaf guard who was taking care of his feeding. The guard understood, and at the next meal he had a piece of paper ready with the news. Travis read, “the military has been replaced with an elected civilian ruler.” Travis again mouthed ‘thank you’ and nodded.

He wondered what this would mean for him. Nothing changed for a while. Then one day that same guy was back in his business suit. His hair was turning to gray and he had gained a few pounds, but it was the same guy. The guy looked at Travis and said, “I can’t believe you are still here. This is ridiculous. If I accomplish anything it will be to get you released.”

In a few days, guards came to release Travis from his cell. He was freed of all restraints. When he got to the front of the prison, he was given clothes to put on. They were much too big for his lean frame, but they were clothes. He hadn’t worn any for many years. Finally he was escorted out the front door. He had to have support to walk. There was that guy in the business suit to welcome him out of the prison. The guy introduced himself, and he stuck out his hand to shake. Travis tried lifting his, but couldn’t. The guy saw this, and grasped it to shake it.

The sun was shining. Travis realized that he hadn’t seen the sun in a long, long time. The guy introduced Travis to another who was there. “This is Jacob. He’s writing a series for the newspaper about prisoners who were put in by that evil emperor many years ago. He’d like to include your story.”

The guy was accompanying Travis, helping him walk, since Travis was pretty unsteady on his feet. Travis couldn’t use his arms at all. The reporter asked, “Were you tortured while you were in that prison?”

Travis knew what had happened when he said he had been, and replied “no.”

The reporter then said, “You’d been in that prison for 48 years. Do you even remember why you were sent there?”

Travis remembered. He also remembered the reaction of that guard when he’d alluded to it, as well as all the others who would visit his cell. And he remembered all the changes in government while he was in prison. The reporter continued, “If you’ve remembered could you please tell me? It wasn’t recorded anywhere.”

Travis looked at the guy and said, “I don’t remember.”

Travis kept his mouth shut about what he’d seen all those years ago. He’d mentioned it once, and it got him put back into that prison cell. He decided to never mention it again. He was finally freed from that prison and he didn’t ever want to give anyone else a reason to put him back in there again. But the old emperor’s deepest secret was never revealed.

 

 

Metal would like to thank Mister-X / Spartan for this story!