last time at the JOCKSTRAP-CHALLENGES:
"don't worry, it's better if you're not awake for this"
the last think I remembered was the faint smell of chloroform yet again.
I was woken up with a kick in the nuts. I jolted awake, noticing many things at once. it was morning, I was duct taped to a pole next to the road in face down position and Joshua was talking to me.
"awake yet? had a good night's sleep, I see. those guys treated you well. best thing we could hope for, really."
he cut me loose, not even bothering to tell me to remain in position. he and his friends drove off.
as I rose I took note of more things. in addition to the collar, makeshift chastity device of thick wire and the handcuffs that bound my wrists, I had nipple piercings. two rings. so that was what I didn't have to be awake for.
still groggy from the drug induced sleep I tried looking around. there was a cardboard piece right in front of me. it was printed and in mirrored writing which made it too hard for my tormented brain to read.
there was a mirror right behind me. why would they put it there, didn't that defeat the purpose of mirroring the writing?
as soon as i looked into it, I saw the purpose. they wanted to make sure I saw the art I had acquired over night.
my tired, dirty face stared back at me. my hair was dyed neon pink.
I had several tattoos in simple, readable script. "fuckpig" huge across the chest, "cunt bitch" above the navel, "fuck my ass" just above the crotch. more were on my back. "faggot" was big across the shoulder blades and "I love thick dicks fucking me hard" above my butt, adorned by a tramp stemp.
to finish it all off, there were squirting hard-ons drawn next to my abs.
as I looked for a while longer I noticed that the hair on my legs was missing. upon even closer I saw that all my body fuzz had been removed - not that I had much to start with. it made sense to shave the parts that would get tattooed, but it seemed I hadn't been shaved - I had been waxed, fom my neck to my asscrack to my feet. suddenly I was thankful I hadn't been awake.
all of those tattoos and piercings would be hard to hide, let alone explain. at least I could finally read the cardbard text behind me in the mirror.
hey fag! let's start over, shall we? it's great you made new friends on your journey. they even gave you some nice decoration. we hope you like them as much as we do. survive the day and you'll get a ride home. fuck up any task and you're stuck out here. have fun. we sure will. day two, task one: we'll start simple. safe is along the road in the direction we drove off. the first key card is one mile to the right. bring it, or weep.
and so I walked, my dick trying to harden desperately. I had been horny most of yesterday, but now that I was always aware of my non-hard-on pressed against the metal construction, I felt I was getting hornier by the minute.
the first keycard was easy to find. anything would stand out in the desert.
on the table was a card inside a clearly used condom and a paper that said "bring the whole thing in your mouth."
I took the condom with the card between my teeth, trying not to taste it too much and walked back to the road and to the safe. it wasn't very far, but it was the same safe as always, no way to use a key card on it. I dropped the condom next to it and walked around it. there was paper on the back of the safe saying "second card is a bit south."
I went there as well. the sun was rising steadily, burning hotter and hotter. I was grateful to find a bucket of piss with a card at the bottom and a paper to tell me to drink it all.
after taking these refreshments I carried the second card back to the safe. it was the same safe again. there was only the good old number lock - no way to insert a card.
I took a closer look at the cards themselves. the first one was full of nonsensical letter combinations:
nke lgm! ck'xk muttg cxozk g rozzrk suxk ... ...
and a few more lines. the second card showed only
a=g b=h c=i
so it was a code. the letters were shifted by six positions in the alphabet. lacking any way to write things down, it took me a while. but eventually I figured out the message.
hey fag! we're gonna write a little more on here than we need so you can have some fun deciphering. take your time. task two: the numbers to the safe are just a bit further ahead. follow the road. then the fence to the left.
the sun was starting to burn hotter as I walked along the road. I didn't know much about tattoos but sun wasn't good for them. it would make them look aged. soon it might look as if I had them for months already.
my dick was so desperately trying to stand up. all I could really think about were various scenarios of how I could get off. in each of them I was getting fucked brutally. my new nipple piercings greatly increased my sensitivity, making me feel like my entire body was a dick trying to harden.
my torturers had been so kind to wash me, leaving no trace of yesterdays cum-stains, but I was already covered in a light layer of sweat again when I reached the chain-link fence I assumed I was supposed to follow. it ran all the way from the road to somewhere in the distance - both along the road and too the side.
finally I found the next station on my way to the contents of the safe. three machines made from scrap metal - rusty cylinders stacked together, connected by old pipes and hinges. someone had built this and I had to admire their dedication to torturing me.
a cardboard told me what to do:
hey fag! exercise time. let's see if your puny body can do more than take dick. task three: the inner cylinders tell you the numbers. lift them out of the outer one's. real easy.
I had to pick my first torture device. it looked pretty straight forward. if I bend my knees to ninety degrees and went under the pipe, then pushed it up with my shoulders it would probably push out the cylinder on top. a simple puzzle.
so I bent my knees, went under the bar and pushed up. it was a bit heavier than it looked but manageable. nothing happened. I went up on the tips of my toes and the cylinder moved up about an inch. it was easily twenty times as long.
and so I had to do the most intense squats I thought possible. after ten my knees burned, screaming for mercy. I could read on the cylinder "the sixth number is 1" and then I had to stop - collapsing on my knees. luckily for me the cylinder didn't fall back down. after a minute's rest I stood back up and finished the other ten. at the last five I was screaming out loud with every one.
"the third number is 9"
I collapsed again, just panting in the dust for a while.
I was drenched in sweat, my nipples and dick tingled nonstop and I couldn't help but miss the feeling of hard dicks pounding me.
the next machine was powered by two simple pedals. I had to jump onto them with my whole weight to move the cylinder up. they were wide enough apart to have me spread my legs uncomfortably. I jumped about fifty times but was finally told the first two numbers in the combination: 8 and 4.
I could barely breath, my throat was too dry. the jumping had also stimulated my nipples enough to make them hurt more then any clamps had yesterday. but there was one device left.
it took my a while to figure out. a plate at an incline very close to the ground, an unconnected bar in front of it. were they expecting me to do push-ups with my arms tied. and strangest of all, it was covered in a dome of barbwire.
there was really only one possible position. I had to get down on my back - with my tied arms. I squeezed under the dome and hooked my legs into the unconnected bar.
now I would have to do sit-ups with my chest against the plate. I thought I would die after the first five. my abs burned, but the cylinder slowly lifted. I screamed along with the next three before I gave up. no way I could do this. i'd have to rest for a few hours or so. but I was so thirsty. I had to get into the safe.
I turned on my stomach and pushed the plate up with my butt instead, slamming my bruised ass on the metal over and over. it was a bit easier, even though my cheeks still hurt from yesterday.
the fourth number was 1. I kept slamming. I even turned back around and got two more sit-ups done. the second part of the cylinder revealed nothing. i'd have to try all ten possible combinations again.
crying, I made my way back. I did my best to remember 8 4 3 1 ? 1 through out my journey to the safe, always torn between sobbing and trying to rub my bent down dick on a cactus in hopes to get off by any means.
the safe opened for me and I gulped down the delicious piss. the cardboard inside said:
hey fag! you have the rest of the day off. just kidding. go back to the fence. task four: get inside and follow the orders there. see you after school.
on my way back to the fence I pissed on the ground, which was a lot easier with the chastity device, since it made my dick point away from my body just a bit.
I walked along the fence facing the street when I recognized the place. it was the scrapyard.
I knew from yesterday night that there was no bell on the door, but fortunately it was open. I simply walked in, my heart pounding faster.
there he stood - hammering on a piece of metal. just as big and muscly as i remembered. he wore his filthy overall again. I approached him.
"S-Sir, it's me."
he looked me up and down. "good boy, I knew you'd make it back. let's put you to work."
as I was about to speak, he slapped my face and commanded me to stay quiet. he connected a chain to my collar and the other end to scrap metal. so I walked across the yard a few times, pulling weights around where to he wanted to have them.
when I thought I was about to finally pass out, he unchained my collar and pushed me into the shade.
I waited on my knees while he worked on something - I was to delirious to focus.
when I was mostly cooled down and the sweat on my began to dry he stepped in front of me and pulled his dick from his overall without taking it off. he was filming me again.
I sucked the head of his salty dick for a short while with his hand gently in my hair.
"let's get you some relieve boy. you've got to be dying to cum." he was right, but I didn't dare to speak. he shoved me onto the table from last night - now hot from the sun - and slowly worked his way inside me.
I hadn't had anything inside me since yesterday. I was tight all over again.
he barely got his tip in before I was already crying. I tried to get away but he held me firmly by my collar, slightly chocking me with every thrust. he held my legs bent up to my tied hands and pulled my collar, causing my back to arch painfully and making it hard to breath.
when he thought he had opened me enough (I would have disagreed) he pushed all the way in, stretching me insides. my creeky scream echoed from the scrap around us.
he pulled me closer, licking my neck up and down. I could feel his hairy chest and abs with my tied arms and bent up legs and smelled the odor of his sweat.
he thrusted faster and faster, then excruciatingly slowly, pushing my ass up and down to poke my guts from every angle.
I came - sort of. I had a weak orgasm that made me crave a real one even harder, but streams of cum dripped from my dick as if it was the real thing.
when Sir noticed, he lifted me off the table and held my hips up so he could fuck me while my face landed in my cum puddle. I knew what he expected of me and licked it up. which was difficult since he didn't slow the fucking at all.
after a moment he shoved me back onto the table, pulled my head back by my hair and sprayed his load over me from above.
he fed his cum to me with his thick fingers.
the camera was beside us, having recorded every thrust of his. "now fuckpig. I did you a great favor here, milking you. now you'll do something for me and I mighty be even nicer to you."
"sir i-" slap!
"who said you can talk. fuckpigs don't talk. now hop off and come with me."
he pulled his overall back up and grabbed the camera. I followed him to a truck. he gestured me to hop on, which took me a few tries with me hands tied and all.
we drove off.
I recognized the tattoo place from last night, but it seemed to be more than that. now in daylight it looked to be a sort of bar. that explained the refrigerator room.
"come on boy, you'll love it here. fuckpig's getting even more gifts."
my sweat had dried for the most part, but he sprayed me all over with something oily that made me glisten and look more tan. "put this on. when we go in you'll be on your best behavior, alright?"
I nodded. he held up transparent frilly panties. I stepped inside and he pulled them up for me.
"it's alright. you can talk here. as long as all you say is yes sir."
"y-yes Sir."
"good bitch, now lean forward."
I did. I could see my permanently forced down semi hard-on poking the fabric. somehow wearing clothing again - this clothing - made me blush hard. or perhaps it was the oil that kept me skin from perspiring properly.
I heard a buzzing sound. the big man shaved my head - no wait, only the sides. my freshly neon pink dyed hair fell to the ground around me, as he worked my hair into a mowhawk.
I was lead inside.
the dim smokey bar was occupied by a bunch of men, who all turned around as we entered.
so there I stood, glistening in the low light. hands tied, dick stretching the panties, with my new piercings and tattoos. "well" said a familiar voice "look who's back."
it was the huge, bearded man who owned this place - the tattoo artist. the younger man next to him could have been his son. I guessed that these men had fucked me in this building last night. there were five more men I didn't recognize. all burly, middle-aged. smoking, drinking beer. likely they were truck drivers and the vehicles outside belonged to them.
I was kicked around, groped and insulted. gently at first, then mercilessly. I served them beer as best I could and was used as foot stool. my dick was in pain throughout the whole thing, as I would have done anything to be allowed to get off.
the men never called each other by name, so it was difficult to keep track of who was abusing me at any time.
I thought of the scrapyard owner as Master S and the bigger beardy men who owned the place was Master B in my mind. I got a closer look at his son, who had an equally imposing physique and thick scruff.
after a while i could guess the two guys who looked alike enough to be brothers were the men who had fucked me on the road last night.
all of them put on cutesy animal face masks before the camera was turned on.
Master S worked the camera. Master B emptied a bottle of beer into a bucket and pissed in it. I had to drink the resulting liquid.
his son undid my handcuffs, bound me to the table and whipped my back. through my screams and tears I noticed the brothers undressing.
Master B's son ripped my panties off. I hadn't worn them for more than a few minutes, but it felt like an embarrassing violation being undressed again.
I didn't think I could take all their dicks. eight men was simply to much. begging wouldn't help me. was there anything I could do?
"alright fuckpig" said Master S "I'm gonna do you another favor and make these next hours real easy for you. if it works as good as advertised you'll even want to come back for more."
and with that he forced a handful of little pills in my mouth, forced it shut and held my nose. I swallowed them. they worked fast.
I remember getting untied. I remember dancing a lot. I remember begging to be fucked, but it's almost like I was a drowsy boy inside my own mind, looking at someone else doing all of it.
he was right, it was a favor. I don't remember any pain, even though I'm sure they all took turns on me. and there was more ball kicking. but this time, I begged for it.
I woke up to a warm stream in my face. someone was pissing on me. my asshole burned.
I opened my eyes to see Master S's dick pointed at me. I went up on my knees and blew him as best I could in my worn out state. he spoke slowly in between low moans.
"welcome back cunt face. you did really well."
he came in my mouth, spiting in it after pulling out.
"hold it there cunt face. at some point I thought we must have been fucking you so hard, your insides must be upside down by now. anyway, the clips are uploaded so you can see how you did later. it's well in the afternoon, your friends will get you soon. if you can make it to the next task, that is. alright, you can swallow now."
he forced my head on the ground and pushed a dildo in me. it vibrated loudly. I muffled my scream by pressing my lips together.
he pulled me up and sent me off towards the sun. nothing in sight. he got in his truck and drove off in the opposite direction until he was out of sight. I was in the middle of nowwhere.
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