Discussion 0. Starting point is Ever hitchhiked? Would you ever hitchhike? If you're saying yes, you may reconsider. After listening to today's episode, Robert Ben Rhodes, born in , started driving big rigs across America's interstates in major highways in the mids, and he seemed to most, like an unassuming and harmless trucker for the next ish years.
The Iowa native's childhood had ended abruptly when his dad was arrested for an alarming crime, and after the way his father responded to this arrest, life seemed to spiral out of control. Starting point is for the man who would soon introduce himself to others as either dusty or via his CB radio, whips and chains. He was not harmless. Bob became a sexual sadist, obsessed with the fetish world of BDSM. Soon he began to completely ignore the fun and consensual part of bondage and submission, pivoting from pleasure through pain to pleasure through rape, torture, and murder.
Roge was and still is a deeply fucked up individual who sits today in a prison he will never. Starting point is get out of. As it should be, for the man who became known as the truck stop killer, it's estimated that Bob killed over 50 people between roughly and Most of them young women and the occasional men they were traveling with, whom rode quickly disposed of before focusing on the compulsion that drove him to kill, sexual torture. Bob overpowered young hitchhikers and sex workers in the sleeper cab of his truck, tying them up with BDSM chains and restraints, and then raping and torturing them for days, sometimes longer in a mobile dungeon with nipple clamps, belts, chains, handcuffs, fish hooks, and more.
Starting point is How did Rhodes finally get caught? And how did he find a BDSM community in the days before the internet? When do BDSM and other fetishes cross the line from healthy kink into dangerous self-harm? Do they ever cross that line?
All this and more in a bondage filled whips and chains, how much pain is too much pain? Maybe just take an Uber edition of Time Suck. You're listening to Time Suck. Happy Monday, motherfuckers. Starting point is Hope none of you went into full cardiac arrest from a gluttonous thing to give you feast. Hail Nimrod, Hail Lucifina, praiseable jangles, and triple M, you better tour again in At this dark and dreary time of year in the Northwest, I am craving the outrock and sunshine.
