THINGS GET REAL
Eli got up and did his best to see himself in the mirror. Not an easy thing to do with all the gear he was wearing that kept him from seeing much and turning at all.
But it was impossible to miss.
Slightly covered by his hair, but not hidden at all. He had a forehead tattoo. In huge letters it spelled out "FAGGOT ANAL SLAVE". There weren't even decorative lines.
"Damn, I think this was the original first task you just failed," the attorney said. "It was the task to get naked but now you've been wearing things again. I'm not sure if you should take it off or not. Let me think."
Eli's eyes teared up, completely taking away his vision. He did his best to blink the tears away while the man thought about the next steps.
"Yes, I'm sure the next task is the original number two. You'll have to get to... let's see." The attorney pulled out his phone and typed away for a moment. "I'll make an arrangement. You need to get to the nearest studio. I can drive you there. Meet me outside if you want to live. It's the black truck right to the left of the entrance."
Eli made terrified noises as the attorney put the boy's clothes into his bag and left without looking back.
For five minutes the oiled up muscle teen with an awkward stance simply stood around trying to grasp the situation. He'd have to follow eventually. After all he had gone through he wasn't going to give up and die without a fight.
He waddled to the door. There was a straight route to the exit of the school twenty seconds away but he would have to pass the one classroom with a window into the corridor. Obviously he should go around. The way would lead him through a corridor, up a staircase, through a corridor, down a staircase, through a corridor and outside. He went over the path in his mind to make sure there weren't any ways to look into the corridor that he forgot.
Eli pushed his way out the door and began to waddle down the first corridor. His heart raced, his skin was sweating and his dick pulsed. Walking was difficult. He could only make tiny steps or he would tear on his balls and nipples. The pain made him slow down drastically. He could barely see anything through the blinders but he reached the first staircase without incident.
The way up was troublesome and took forever. His legs were weak and tired. Why had he done a full body workout this morning?
Just as he reached the uppermost stair and wanted to congratulate himself, the bell rang.
Dozens – hundreds - of students stormed out of their classes. They spotted him immediately. Eli could hardly see any of them, but he heard loud, unapologetic, mean spirited laughter. His dick twitched as a drop of precum soaked through the pouch and ran down his shaft.
Then the talking began. "Eli, is that you?" "What are you trying to do?" "I never thought you would be like that, but I guess it makes sense." "Finally letting your inner fag out, now that you're legal?" "For ten bucks I let you sick my dick." "Do you eat ass?" "Hey Eli, it's really brave that you're true to yourself but do you really need to show us all what kind of pervert you are?"
The boy waddled as fast as he could which was way slower than walking pace. The speed made his movements even more awkward. He heard phone camera shutter all around, but surely even more people where filming than taking pictures.
He hadn't even made it to the second staircase before the students got more aggressive. Someone kicked the ball weight to make it swing more. Then someone flicked his nipple clamps. Then students put random things in his open mouth, like sport socks and worn jock straps.
As he descended the stairs very carefully he was swarmed by students who simply slapped and punched him, kicking his ass which drove the butt plug further in, and pulling strongly on every rope and weight on him. He was very lucky he didn't topple over and fall down the stairs.
By now pretty much the entire school was following him. He was sure that most teachers were watching but with so many pupils bent on destroying him it wasn't possible for the adults to get through.
Going forward was getting difficult because all the spectators blocked his path. They became even more vicious, shoving waste from the trash can in his mouth till he chocked and coughed it all out, just to do it all over again. They had found little weights that they pinned to his nipple and ball chains. Someone flogged his ass with a flat object so hard he stumbled forward with every hit.
What felt like an eternity was finally over when he reached the exit. Or so he thought. Of course they all followed him outside.
He only got to see the attorney's car for a moment before he was swarmed again, the paddle hitting his ass and thin rods whipping his torso.
The crowd was so dense, it took several minutes to stumble to the car even though it was only a few steps away.
The trucks door opened for him and the man inside pulled him in. As the attorney drove off, Eli cried, curled up on the front seat.
Ah, don't we all wish to be in Elis place? At least you can read about it. Tell me if you liked it.