ONE YEAR LATER
Van didn't celebrate his seventeenth birthday. It was a day like any other when it came to business. He still lived in the same apartment but by now he was alone. His family hadn't been able to bare the sight of the naked and marked boy.
He still had contact to them but there wasn't really anything to talk about. He had other friends now. After all he was famous. The whole world knew him as Van, the Anal Whore. What could he do? He had to pay his bills somehow, especially with the huge fine from the stadium still looming over his head.
The apartment looked quite different now. His old bed room was now a proper little weight lifting studio for him where he spent much of his free time. His brother's room had become a massage salon where Van practiced intimae skin contact with his costumers. The living room was an arrangement of sofas and pillows with a stripper pole in the middle. Van had learned how to dance to give additional entertainment to his regular services.
His parent's former bedroom was now the center of his life. There was a huge bed and not much more. Every day he had guests over – men who wanted to fuck a piece of fame. This was the only way he had to make money. But he couldn't go too high with the price since his services weren't exactly something the regular folk sought out.
Van had his regular guests, who really liked him. Or at least his holes. Then he had irregular guests who didn't care for him in particular but took his offer when the boy-whore they wanted wasn't available at the usual street corner. And lastly he had the one time visitors. Those were the money makers. They came from all over the world just to fuck the infamous Van.
By now he had offers to start his own merchandize or get an x-rated reality tv show. The way things were going for him he might have to take up those offers.
There was absolutely no way he was ever going to find a girl willing to fuck him. It was impossible for him to accept the finality of it but he had no chance to enter a vagina ever again. For a perfectly straight teen jock like Van, that was the worst part. Well, the worst after all the ass fucking he had to bare while acting like he enjoyed it.
A few men liked it if he played the part of a reluctant and unwilling bitch boy. They had no idea that these were the moments when he wasn't acting at all.
In the meantime he had found out what the two unknown whole body marks did. At least he was fairly sure those were to blame for his condition.
One kept him from orgasming without being penetrated. Since costumers didn't like it if he played with himself, he could go weeks without orgasm. Men who came to pay for the pleasure to use him all admired his absurdly large package, but they wanted to see him as the anal whore he was known to be, and didn't take well to the idea that he enjoyed jerking his own rod.
The other mark, the last one he had gotten, had the amazing property of re-tightening his sphincter at supernatural speed. He was never loose. As soon as the dick in his ass was pulled out, he got tight again in a matter of seconds.
That certainly explained why it had been so difficult to sit on the stadium pole even though he had been fucked by a nine incher minutes before.
It led to huge discomfort that he could not counteract. No amount of fingering or butt plug usage helped loosen him up. Of course, his costumers praised that property of his body above all else. If a man felt he had loosened Van's hole too much, all he had to do was pull out for a moment and the boy was practically a virgin again.
His next costumer entered just as Van had wiped the cum from the last one off his chest.
"Hello, Van. How's it going?"
Even one year later the boy recognized the voice right away.
The attorney was a man in his forties with gray hair and a muscular built. He looked overjoyed to see the boy.
He was however still a costumer. Once Van got on his knees the man pulled out his dick. While the boy sucked him off, the attorney inspected the marks and piercings.
"Fascinating. Never seen someone with so many. You know, I've supervised many people suffering from curses but that one your great grandfather made is perhaps the meanest one possible. And of all the people who had to endure its consequences, you got away with the worst deal."
The man stood up and accompanied Van to the bed room where he sank his dick into the hole which was of course deliciously tight. He fucked quite hard but kept talking.
"But you know what Van. Your family isn't satisfied. They feel the need to make a new deal and profit from the wealth it brings. I don't think they care that you would have to go through all the challenges again or perhaps die this time."
Van did his best to turn around while he was being pinned in place by the man. "What? No, please. Please don't let them do that! I'll do anything."
"So far I have denied them the option. I can make sure the deal doesn't consider you the heir of the family anymore. It would only take a simple disowning and you would not be bound to your family anymore."
"Yes! Yes, I'll do it. Whatever it takes."
The attorney pulled out, flipped the muscle teen and sprayed his load over the boy's torso. He groaned with pleasure, then continued to speak. "You can be disowned easily. Someone else has to own you. If you agree to that, the deal cannot claim you anymore."
"Who could own me?"
The man chuckled. "Me, of course. I don't ask much of you. I'd get to use your services whenever I please and you follow every order I give. If there are any decisions you have to make, I get the last word on them. Other than that, you will have a completely normal life. By normal I mean the way you live now, of course. Normal for an anal whore."
"But I..."
"Think about it. It's unlikely that you will die, after all you'd succeed at task one by being naked already. But any additional marks might alter your body in completely unpredictable ways. And without my help you will fail a lot of them."
"I don't have a choice, do I?"
"Technically you do. The ownership has to be transferred voluntarily."
There was no way Van would go through all of the tasks again. He shuddered at the thought of what other body marks could do to him. "I'll do it."
"Great. Welcome to your new life, faggot slave. I'm sure you'll get used to it fast. It's basically what you've been doing for the past year. And what you'll be doing forever."
Van felt a tickling sensation spread across his body.
The deal was sealed. Did he even know for sure that the attorney had spoken the truth? Would his family do such a thing? No matter. He was owned.
THE END? NOPE!
Thanks for reading. Use your imagination for whatever comes next in Van's life. I hope you had fun. I sure did.
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Next time we will encounter someone who has no idea what's coming. And if you think I'll just send this new boy through the tasks all over again, you are mistaken. I've mixed things up quite a bit.