Last time at the JOCKSTRAP-CHALLENGES:
"by the way, cunt slut. I'm supposed to tell you it's to the left. good luck, you little perv."
they drove off, leaving me in darkness. the sound of my dildo rocking my guts extremely loud against the night's silence.
I was back at the tree pretty quickly. time flies when you're having nice memories to think about. and walking without the ankle cuffs felt like flying. my lips were sore, my ass pumped the dildo and my back was on fire. but I felt accompished in a way.
from the tree I went left and soon saw a faint light in the distance.
it turned out to be an electric torch. there was cardboard nearby. I picked up the light source and discovered wheel tracks. the cardboard said:
hey fag! follow us if you can. just remember to collect all the numbers, or the next safe will not open for you. task five: keep walking along the tracks
and so I did. although it was difficult to see where I was going. the torch was in my hands. but my hands were behind my back. I had to put it down and take it between my teeth- much better. the sound of the dildo was my only companion.
that way I found more cardboard along the tracks, telling me:
"the fourth number is the days of the week"
I did my best to remember that. it probably meant 7 was in fourth position.
the next one a bit further ahead said:
"the loneliest is the looser, just like you" the loneliest number was 1, maybe in last position.
the next few i found were:
"Joshua's squad number is the first number" that would be 8.
"how many real star wars movies there are is the second number" likely a 3. i had overheard their asinine prequel-vs-sequel debates often enough.
"the fifth number is how many fucks we give about you" that probably meant 0.
and then I was at a shack. no trace of the third number. inside was a safe as expected - possibly the same one again, transported here.
I had the numbers 8 3 ??? 7 0 1. so my only option beside going all the way back and looking again, was to try every possible combination. which I did.
in the end, the number 5 did the job, revealing more piss bottles and baby food to keep me from starving. there was also cardboard of course. it was written with the second pen, indication it was an unplanned text once more.
hey fag! this takes a lot longer than we thought. we've got school tomorrow so... handcuff keys are at the back of the safe. scrapyard guy told us he can take care of you, if you go two miles north. task number whatever: get there. explain. good luck ps: see you tomorrow for the other tasks
the night was already getting cold, so I didn't have much choice but to find the place north. the keys to the handcuffs were indeed at the back. with little difficulty I removed my cuffs, rubbing feeling back into my shoulders. I left everything behind - including the dildo. surely they wouldn't leave me behind tomorrow if i didn't take it with me. this overnight thing seemed unplanned anyway.
i even managed to get rid of the cock ring. the only thing I still wore was the gps-collar I couldn't get off. the flashlight was already dying and the night's air was chilly on my skin so I jogged.
i had a strong urge to jerk off, but i knew it would slow me down too much. my dick remained mostly hard anyway.
the flashlight failed before I got there, but I found the place eventually. at first I thought it might be another scrapyard but the trucks standing around the house were seemingly still functional.
I had no other option but to knock on the door. after a short moment it opened. the man was in his forties or fifties, muscular, but thicker than scrapyard guy, with a beard to his chest. he wore baggy, old jeans hanging low enough to reveal bushy pubes, blending together with the rest of hair on his torso. tattoos covered every visible piece of skin under the face. he held a beer in one hand.
"the fuck are you?"
"um good evening, Sir." I felt stupid but it seemed he had not expected me. "my...um, my friends left me like this. the scrapyard owner told me I could come here."
he looked over my body without speaking, then mumbled something like "stay here" and closed the door in my face.
I waited for a minute or so, hearing him talking on the phone inside. he opened and pulled me in by my hair, making my yelp in surprise. "is that you fuckpig?"
there was a computer. on the monitor there was a porn-side open. with the video of me that scrapyard guy had made while fucking me.
"y-yes Sir, that's me."
the man took a sip of beer, spit it in my face and slapped me across the cheek several times. he pushed me to the ground where I went into face down position instinctively.
"hey, we have a visitor." he yelled. someone else entered the room from the side. without rotating my head, all I could see was his body up to the middle. he seemed to be younger - twenty, thirty perhaps. big build, relatively well in shape.
then I as blindfolded again.
my arms were bound behind my back with thick, coarse rope. I was pulled by my hair. on my knees, arching back, one of the guys pried open my mouth with thick fingers. the smell of beer, tobacco and dried sweat rolled over me as a dick was shoved down all the way at once, rubbing painfully on the inside of my throat. I hunched forward puked mostly water and dry heaved, having nothing to puke left in me.
the man laughed at me and pulled me along, making sure I stayed on my knees. the blindfold absorbed my tears.
I became their foot stool as they sat on the sofa, occasionally rubbing one of their feet in my face. I was really hard most of the time, but little happened.
"I think the fuckpig likes it too much. i can't sit around waiting for him to get here." the voice must have belonged to the younger, bigger guy.
I was lifted up. he taped my ankles to something - tables perhaps - forcing me to stand wide apart. I could feel precum dripping from my dick again.
one of them kicked me in the balls.
screaming, I went to my knees. while the pain crept up my stomach, making my dry heave again, I was lifted up and this time even my thighs were roped to the tables nearby, making me stand even wider apart, knees bent, but unable to kneel.
the nut kicking continued. after the third one I was crying, after the fifth one I was ugly sobbing, after the ninth one I pleaded.
"please Sir, please stop. i'll do anything."
"you love it. don't lie. I can see your tiny dick."
he was right, I was still hard. maybe harder than before. but the pain was simply unbearable.
I braced myself for the next kick, but there was a knock at the door instead.
"hey I brought my camera." said a familiar voice. scrapyard guy. I had to endure five more kicks - for the camera. leaving me shivering and whimpering.
then the man who owned my virginity grabbed my hair and pulled me forward as far as I could go. his musky smell made my crotch tingle. with me legs tied spread and my arms bound I had no way of balancing myself. if he let go I would faceplant the floor. but he held on and feed me his dick instead.
one of the other guys stepped behind me and placed a few playful slaps on my ass.
maybe it was because I had walked for miles without the dildo and my ass had re-tightened. maybe it was because he used to little lube. it burned so much I screamed even while being face fucked. the dick gagging made me cough up loads of spit, earning me a slap for every time I sprayed my mucus on the pubes that tickled my nose.
the man behind me pulled out, applying lube to my hole and re-entered. it was almost bearable so I shut up and focused on getting scrapyard guy off. logically, if I finished them quickly i'd be out off this mess faster.
in no time my first ever sex partner came all around my mouth, letting the cum drip down my chin.
he let go of my hair but the guy fucking me from behind held my hips, so instead of slamming into the ground face first, I was thrown around violently as the fucking spead up. my screams soon turned into whimpering.
he came in my hole, on my back and even shot up to my bound hands.
I knew there was one guy left, but maybe he didn't want to fuck me.
"my turn, take the cam."
no, he definitely wanted to. it was the younger guy who had his turn now. my legs were unbound and I was led into another room. I could feel the chance in temperature - it had to be a refrigerator. I was shoved stomach down on an ice covered container. I waited while my violators prepared something. I was held up by my hair again and dowsed with icy cold water from top too bottom. I jumped, screamed and cried again, but I couldn't escape. after the "shower" was done my dick had shrunken back to original size. i was shivering.
one of the man fumbled my dick and after a metalic snapping sound I realized what had happened. I was in some crude simple chastity device that kept my poor penis bent down.
back in the living room I was pushed on the sofa. the young Sir raised my legs over his shoulders and went deep. laying on my hands was uncomfortable, but being impaled deeper than what felt like the length of my entire guts was enough to make me sob again. when he came - mercifully quickly - he pulled out, spraying over my chest. now I was really covered in dry and wet cum everywhere.
my first Sir said "we can't leave him like this. that's not how I found him. look what i've brought."
pain surged through my chest as the nipple clamps were re-applied. he pulled me up - this time by my collar.
"actually i have an even better idea. listen up cunt bitch. do you know where you are?"
"no Sir."
"well you're in an art studio. your friends wanted to give you a present if you make it through all the challenges, but I think their present is boring. and I also think you deserve a present right now. don't you think?"
I didn't dare speak up, but I didn't want to go through any more of this either. most of all, I wanted to go to sleep. "um Sir, I'm really tired..."
"oh sure you are." he patted my cheeks. "don't worry, it's better if you're not awake for this"
the last thing I remembered was the faint smell of chloroform yet again.
next part coming soon. feedback appreciated.