THE SECOND & THIRD POINT
Chen was on his back, his legs spread wide. He had tried to resist, but the attorney had explained. Every failure meant he had to undergo worse humiliation before attempting the task.
Fingering his hole open was difficult. He didn't want anything in there. Once he had two fingers up his ass, he realized how much bigger the plug was. All five fingers were needed.
It hurt. How did fags do it? Chen did his best to follow the attorney's advice and relax, but it proved impossible. He clenched too much from rage and horror.
Finally he had to give up and just try sitting on the damned thing. The experience was so deeply humiliating, Chen had to slap his shining chest and abs to work himself up the manly way. This was a battle and he was going to win.
With half suppressed cries of pain and a lot of deep, rapid breaths, the lean teen sank down. His veins pulsed as if ready to pop. Every muscle fiber became visible as he strained himself into relaxing, which didn't work at all.
At last, he gave in and jerked his dick. The rock hard tool was not ready to cum again but it gave him the distraction from the anal pain he needed to sink lower.
Having a plug up his ass was disturbing to say the least. If anyone ever found out about this, he was socially dead.
Chen almost yelled out in joy once he was in. He moved at a snail's pace, the intruder rubbing his guts in distressing, uncanny ways – especially his prostate, which sent shivers through his nether regions with every step. The boy slipped into this tiny thong and picked the phone from the floor.
"Are you still there? Mister attorney?"
"Yes, I was listening."
"What? But you said you would-"
"Anyway! Get to the second point. The sooner the better."
Chen sighed and calmed his shaky legs. Moving with a butt plug was a strange sensation. His insides had never been massaged like that.
After reapplying body oil, the teen made his way to the second point. Luckily the car ride wasn't bumpy, so he could almost push he plug out of his mind, aside from a dull pulsing.
"I don't have to go IN there, right?"
The attorney chuckled. "Afraid so, son."
"But..."
"If you're worried about the staff kicking you out, don't worry. I took care to distract them."
"But..."
"Yes?"
Chen sighed hard. He didn't have a choice. Not really. But he was about to ruin his life.
He left the car unlocked again, because something told him he'd have to bail quickly this time, too. Then the boy walked up to the train station.
People didn't stare as much as he had expected, or at least not openly. For the first time, Chen was surrounded by people while wearing basically nothing. His erection was painfully visible.
He tried to appear as if talking on the phone so people would be less likely to bother him. Maybe they'd assume he was here the way he looked for a reason, so long as he appeared busy.
When cameras were sneakily pointed his way, he cringed and tried to keep his face out of view.
"What now?"
"Same as before. Jerk off. The security staff is taken care off."
"If you say so."
Chen slipped quickly into the bathroom and locked himself into a stall. Jerking off was a quick affair. He shot a load three times his normal size. Enough to fill his hand if he had cummed in it. The orgasm was a nice distraction, but drowned out by his fear. Still shaking from the mix of terror and cumming, he flushed and left the stall.
"It's done," he said with relieve.
The attorney answered. "I'm afraid you were too far away from the point. It kind of counted, but you might still experience some consequences. This one is going to be vocal."
"Vocal? What does that mean? Oh..."
The tattoo changed again, now spelling out FAG. Chen sensed movement. Someone had entered the room. A huge man in his thirties stared gleefully at the boy.
"Hey there," said the newcomer. "Aren't you a gorgeous little twink? Wow, nice face tattoo. Is that an invitation to me?"
"Um... Listen," Chen tried. "I'm not..."
"What's your name?"
"I'm not tell..." Something in the boy's throat overpowered him. "I'm Chen Jiang. It's spelled C-h-e-n J-i-a-n-g. I live at Westport Street 90 and go to school at Harbor View High. I'm usually home from six pm."
What was happening? This was definitely the "vocal" punishment he had received. Chen needed to get out.
"Wow, thanks boy," said the older man. "Mind if I give this info to some friends?"
Again, the teen found his voice out of his control and said "Sure, and just in cast here's my number."
To his utter horror, Chen's tongue divulged his actually phone number which the man typed into his own device.
Finally, the spell broke, the boy regained control, made it to the door and slipped out.
"What the fuck was that!?" he whisper-shouted into the phone.
"That, son," the attorney said, "was you giving away personal information. The consequence of your failure will force you to keep doing this when someone asks and furthermore you will be forced to say yes. To anything. You'll accept any deal, and offer. I recommend you get home fast and start on the third point."
Chen walked through the station quickly.
Steps away from the exit, he heard someone yelling. "Hey you!"
A staff member – though not security – was pointing at him from afar. "Who do you think you are? What are you doing like this?" the worker said. "Explain yourself."
Glued into place, Chen yelled for the dozens of travelers to hear. "I'm Chen Jian from Harbor View High. That's C-h-e-n J-i-a-n-g. I'm eighteen years old and live at Westport Street 90, where I'll be all on my own tonight until my birthday party starts."
The teen fought with all his strength but his voice kept giving out his phone number, followed by his email address. He was getting filmed from multiple angles.
Once control over his body returned, he raced out and to his car. The drive home was filled with enraged shaking and panting breaths. He had barely calmed down once he returned to his room.
There was as new package, containing a sparkly jock strap. It covered even less than the thong and of course, left his plug visible.
But the worse part was yet to come. Chen had to pull his current anal plug out and replace it with a significantly bigger one. That one had to be about seven inches around. No matter how he stood, it would be perfectly visible.
Getting it in was again a matter of struggle. His sweat flowed like a river once he was worked up enough to attempt it. Stretching his hole had been as hard as before, but at least he could fit his fingers in like nothing.
Using the old trick, he jerked off while sitting down on the plug and made his way with the ass to the floor. Lube formed a puddle large enough to force the boy to keep moving or he might slip on the wet floor.
Well plugged, Chen spoke into the phone again. He had put it on the charging station. The ongoing call was bound to have an effect on the battery.
"I'm redoing the body oil right now. Please tell me the third one is easy. I need to deal with this situation before the party starts. Actually, I need to somehow get rid of the evidence people filmed. I hope no one I knew gets to see it but I'll deny everything."
"Save the thinking for later. You're not done yet, boy. The package contains more things. There should be a paper explaining how to wear it."
"I get to wear more things? Great."
"You'll see."
Chen removed the filling and saw the content he had missed, too preoccupied with the new plug. It was chains.
"Wait, how do I attach those?"
Someone walked into the room. It was a tall, buff, gray-haired man in a suit. "Hello, Chen. You'll need my personal help for this one."
The attorney didn't wait for the baffled teen's response and began applying the restraints.
"Wait a second," Chen said.
"Don't forget, boy, I have an easy way of keeping you still. Tell me what it's like to jerk off."
While Chen's compulsion took over and kept him in place, the man went to work, giving the teen piercings.
Over the course of the procedure the attorney made Chen spill more and more personal secrets, from his crushes to his porn habits, from his fantasies to his weaknesses.
By the end, Chen was in tears, but it was mostly from the needles stabbing him.
He now had nipple rings and one more on his belly button. They were all connected by a three headed chain. Earrings were connected by a chain behind his head, two more chains attaching the earlobes to the nipples, too. He could barely turn his head.
Apparently satisfied, the attorney gave his nipple-navel chain a quick tug and then pulled him along by the one behind his neck.
This way they walked back to the living room where the map still was.
"Stop crying and get ready. Be aware that you'll accept anything verbally. Other than speech, the compulsion can't force you. So you might promise someone the best blowjob of his life and then still bail. I promise they won't be happy if you go back on your word so in that case I advise you to do it of your own free will."
There was no way to hide the massive plug. His jockstrap left nothing to the imagination. He was hyper aware of the object in his ass, sensing it rub his insides with every motion.
The tugging and gentle chiming of his chains was a constant reminder of how thoroughly fucked he was.
Chen arrived at the third point, which was a shopping mall.
He didn't care anymore. He had to get it done anyway, so he might as well do it right and be done.
The boy hurried across the parking lot, ignoring all the outraged and shocked noises around him. He walked inside, hoping he'd get the minute he needed to jerk off, and get away before he was seen by anyone who could recognize him.
Chen made his way to the first bench and plopped down. He pulled his dick out of the jockstrap and started beating off vigorously. It took longer than usual. Perhaps he was finally spent.
It was simply insane. He had been a regular boy, living a great life and now he did things he couldn't even have dreamt up. Fucking his fist in front of strangers in public was one thing, but doing it with shimmery skin, chained piercings and the word FAG on his forehead... Oh, and there was the plug, of course.
His hand brushed the nipple-navel chain. The sensation was highly arousing. Maybe he could cum faster this way. Chen tugged and played, while still rubbing precum out of his rod.
"Hey!"
Someone had finally alerted mall security. The guy coming toward him was fat – Chen could easily get away. But he wasn't done yet.
He stood up, still jerking, eyes firmly on the security guard. This seemed to intimidate the man, who slowed down, hesitant.
Steps away from the man, Chen was sure he'd get to orgasm any second now. Then he would bail.
The guard pulled out a taser.
Oh, fuck. Chen rushed away, his dick slapping loudly against his tight abs. The stimulus of his dickhead being flung around and hitting his smooth skin was enough to make him cum. The teen let his load fling everywhere.
It was definitely the biggest load yet, strings shooting from his dick until he was all the way outside. The dick fountain vastly outlasted the orgasm.
Chen slipped into his still unlocked car and drove off. His number plate was definitely on a lot of CCTV cams by now. He chastised himself for forgetting to obscure it somehow. Was there a way to fix this? Maybe the attorney would know.
The boy found his "protector" lounging on the sofa.
"Um," the boy started. "Once this is over, what..."
"Don't worry, boy. I have plans for every eventuality. You didn't quite succeed with the third point, so there will be consequences. But at least you have been to all three, so there are only two left and you'll be through with this curse."
Chen didn't want to ask what the consequences were, but he knew he couldn't keep from finding out.
The FAG on his forehead changed to FAGG. Well, that wasn't really any worse. He went to his room to find a new package. The item to substitute his jockstrap covered even less. It was a string thong, but with the middle strip instead being two rings like a jockstrap. Basically it was a jockstrap made of shoe laces and a pouch so small it let Chen's tip and balls hang out.
The next butt plug was impossible. It was really more of a dildo – about ten inches in girth. This thing could not possible fit into his tight, slender body without making him explode.
More than willing to help, the attorney commanded Chen on all fours and did the stretching for him. Chen cried. The man stretched gently enough not to injure his victim, but kept consistent pressure up until the object slid in without problem.
Chen was so full – so insanely full. His torso was about to burst. He couldn't stand with his legs closed, trembling as lube streamed down his thighs. The clear gel ran along his popping veins and between the flexed muscle fibers. He couldn't hold still.
Before the boy was able to react, the attorney snapped a collar on his neck. The metal ring had a loop on the back which was tied to a hook hanging down to the teen's ass crack.
The attorney pulled the rope taut and thus forced Chen to arch his spine. Somehow the man fixed the hook to the dildo, driving it in farther unless Chen kept the arch and looked straight ahead.
Now the chains keeping his nipples and navel together were taut. And so were the earring to nipple ones. He couldn't turn his head at all.
This was followed by particularly weird item – something like duct tape. Chen's arms got folded at the elbow, so that forearm and biceps were pressed together. The man taped the two parts together, so that Chen had a permanent case of limp wrist with no way of lowering his arms. Kind of like a T-Rex, but perversely humiliated.
He hoped it was over but the attorney bent down and snapped rings onto Chen's big toes. He couldn't see, because his head was held in place by ass-hook-rope and his chains. The teen could hear a new item getting attached and took a step back, revealing to himself that his toes were connected by a chain about ten inches long.
"All right, let's get started."
"What?" Chen cried out. "You're not done?"
The man slapped the boy's face hard enough to make him tumble. "No, idiot. More restrains are just a consequence of the previous point. Every failure adds a new component. I'm only doing this to help you. You need to succeed to stay alive."
"W-what is the next... component."
The attorney answered matter of fact-ly. "Pain."