Felix is meeting the tractor guy again and desperately needs his cooperation. Sounds like the wrongfully punished teen will have to swallow his pride. And maybe other things.
If you can spare a buck, consider helping to keep nifty running.
"So you found your way here. Took you long enough." The buff man waved Felix inside and closed the door behind the boy. He continued. "If I had known you would need me I'd have taken you with me right away. I missed your brother's call by a few minutes." "C-can you help me, Sir?" Felix was gagging at the mere presence of the man but had to keep an innocent look on his face. Apparently the so called sage truly didn't comprehend that he had thought Felix was a boy whore for reasons that were now clarified as supernatural. How could the guy still keep acting as if what they had done wasn't worth acknowledging? The man sat down on the sofa without offering the naked teen a seat. Felix stood at the entrance to the living room, his hands over his jock strap to give an impression of modesty. "I...I'm Felix." "You're back says your name is slave." "I-" "Shall we get started? The sooner you're done with the ritual the sooner I can go back to sleep." There was nothing Felix wanted more than to get out so he nodded and kept quiet. The man, who still hadn't introduced himself, gestured at old parchments on the coffee table filled with occult symbols. "It's simple, slave. You carry a curse of a guilty criminal. You only need to repent and the curse will fall off you. Your brother said it wasn't you who committed the act, so you'll have to go through the generic ritual that relieves you of all possible wrongdoings." "A ritual, Sir?" "I'll give you step by step guidelines. Shouldn't take you all night. But you better be quick. In here you're save from the Dark Pursuers. As soon as you step outside they'll start chasing you again." "Okay. How do I do that ritual?" "The first part of repentance is bodily punishment. I have everything you'll need. Just a minute." Felix stood around feeling quite sorry for himself. He could only hope the ritual was quick and easy. The one thing keeping him going was the thought of getting James back for everything. The man returned, carrying all sorts of equipment. He told the boy to stand still and went to work. First came nipple clamps, those hurt a lot. Next came another clamp on his tongue. That hurt in a wildly different manner and didn't allow him to close his mouth. The so called sage connected the three clamps which caused Felix's tongue to be pulled out and his nipples to be pulled up. Little weights brought the nipple clamps into a neutral position again, but increased the strain on them. Satisfied with the upper body, the man turned south. He tore the boy's jock strap apart to free the throbbing genitals. The teen's balls were pulled through a tight ring, which was then connected to a short tie, binding weights to the ball sack. Felix groaned at the pain of his balls getting stretched but it was actually not that bad. He might get sore over the course of the night but he could live with it. Then clamps were added to each ball individually. Those were different from the ones on the torso in that the man could adjust their tightness through small screws. "I'll go for...," he mumbled, "a car battery's weight." Then he turned the screws until Felix was in more pain than he had through possible. He retched right away as the hot sickness spread through his groin, into his stomach and farther. It was an unreal pain that he knew he couldn't take for more than a second. Tears made his vision blurry. He didn't scream exactly, it was difficult to make a coherent sound when he had to focus all his energy to keep breathing despite the incapacitating pain. The boy couldn't see what came next until he felt it. The sage was shoving a butt plug of sizable proportion into his ass, ignoring all resistance. It went in as if gliding through butter, but only because the man used considerable force. For a second Felix was glad the plug was well lubed. Then he realized what was wrong. The lube had been hot sauce – some extra hot chili perhaps. It was an even crueler kind of pain and his tears increased along with his sweat. A kind of pain he would not have been able to conceptualize prior to experiencing it. He could not take the torture. He was going insane from the pain. But there was no way to get rid of the gear and the man didn't react to his desperate cries. No words could form with the tongue clip in the way. "The first part needs to be completed at a location that symbolizes earth. The nearest one is Spring Park. One street down. If you got there, just come right back." The man slapped Felix's glistening ass and shoved him out the door. "And be quick. The Pursuers are probably close. If they catch you it's over for you." The door fell shut and Felix sobbed. The pain from his balls and his ass were both very unique experiences that mixed into a torture seemingly designed to inflict mental pain as well, seeing that it was impossible for him to form a coherent thought. But he knew he had to get to the park. It was a quiet night and the teen hobbled along, barely able to see the path through his tears. Luckily there was still nobody on the streets. The hot sauce made sure his stream of tears and snot never stopped, but was steadily washed away by the rivers of sweat it also caused. To his relief he got to the park with no problems whatsoever and as long as it had seemed, he had actually been pretty quick. Then the itch returned just as his sneakers touched the grass. He was pushed down by an invisible force and his knees hit the soft ground. Somebody walked up behind him. "Wow," said the stranger. "Haven't seen you around before. But since you dressed up so nicely... Guess I can give you some action." The man stepped into view at the same time as he pulled his erection from his pants. In the darkness it was hard to make out but he was some thick, old guy in a leather jacket. What sort of park was this? Before Felix could find any way to communicate that he wasn't a slut cruising for sex, he got dick in his mouth. The stranger shoved his tool in, along the tongue that the clip and ties forced out of the boy's mouth. With every thrust, the rope was plugged and the teen's nipples were pulled farther than the ropework intended. It wasn't long until the man shot his load down Felix's sore throat. All the while the teen hadn't stopped sobbing through the blowjob, since the pain in his balls and ass never decreased. "Good job," said the man and ruffled Felix's Mohawk before leaving. The boy fought up onto his legs. The last itch had created a bond between his wrist cuffs and the tie that kept his ankles together. He had to stand with knees bent in order to be on his feet at all. The way back was a lot slower than the one to the park. ********** "Well done, but you could have been faster," the sage said as he let Felix back in. The boy hoped he would be freed from the torture devices but that didn't happen. "Now for the second part you need to experience external punishment. Just come on, I know what to do." Felix trudged along. He returned to the living room where the man told him to stand still. A whip cracked down on the boy. Since his hands were tied behind his back, the sage instead hit his sides – laying the strokes mostly onto the slender waist. Again and again the whip came down in his flank and back. Every so often the man also included the legs, ass and even neck. Of course Felix didn't hold still. He turned and twisted, hobbling away with every hit. But the man walked after the flinching boy, chasing him around the room. As it finally ceased and the red marks didn't increase anymore, the man said. "To complete this one, you have to get to a place that symbolizes air. A high place will do. The small hill just outside of town. I think it was landfill a long time ago. See you after you got there." The boy was shoved out again and walked away. By now the tears had stopped. He was bathed in sweat. His stomach turned and twisted from the strain caused by the ball clamps on the one hand and the hot sauce on the other. Now the nipples also began to hurt permanently, while his dry tongue felt profoundly uncomfortable on a level he couldn't ignore. After walking back from the park with his knees bent, those also started to complain. He counted himself lucky that the hill was so close by. It was an overgrown, little greenspace just before the town turned to farmland. A small path led up, made from stone slabs arranged as crude stairs. Once Felix was all the way up, he collapsed onto his knees and tried to catch a breath. The pain still hadn't grown numb. His constant motion made sure the weights on his balls and nipples kept tugging in every direction alternately. Then it began to rain again. Felix was actually thankful. The ice cold drops on his skin cooled him and numbed the whipped areas that were in desperate need of soothing. He began his descend. About halfway down the stairs he saw a blob sitting there waiting. It was one of the black monsters. It must have followed him. Fortunately the rain kept it in place. Now he couldn't use the stairs. In near total darkness Felix stepped to the side, onto the wet grass of the hill and tried to hobble past the creature. After a few steps he slipped and fell on his ass, gliding down the slope. His body turned and he rolled along the grass, which left smears and marks all over his skin. He came to a halt at the foot of the little hill with his torso in a mud puddle and fought his way into a standing position, his knees aching from the stress position. He was crusted with wet earth, dripping down his smooth skin. Then he walked back to the sage's house, hoping the rain would last. The man opened, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in. Before being allowed back into the living room, the sage used paper towels to remove the part of the mud that hadn't already dried. "The third part deals with humbleness. I've prepared everything. I'm sure you'll be glad to hear you don't have to do anything for that one, except lay there. And you'll get rid of the butt plug." Felix sighed with relief. Things were finally going a bit less terribly. Then he saw the set-up. A camera on a tripod and a handheld one. A big towel spread on the ground, illuminated by spot lights. "Now slave, let's make a little movie."