THE SIMPLEST TASK
Eli was confronted with a lot of men who wanted to hear him dirty talk. And he had just gotten a new mark without even knowing what it did. And the next task could be starting anytime. He had to get out of this fast.
What did these fags want to hear him say? He'd have to try and come up with something convincing.
"First I would-" He realized what the mark in his throat had done. His voice was much higher and smoother. Extremely, tremendously girly. If he had heard his new voice out of context, he would definitely have assumed a female speaker.
But the men didn't seem to notice the drastic change, perhaps because he hadn't talked much. So he kept speaking. "First I would show off my body, flex my muscles and dance for you." He realized that there was a distinct lisp in his speech now that he couldn't help against. "Then I'd lick and worship your bodies all over. Especially the feet and um... the pits and cracks. And once you've had enough of me worshiping you, I'd let you take turns brutalizing my ass and mouth."
"Sounds great, Anal Slave Whore. We'll do that and more, next time at your place."
"Sure, thank you, Sir. I have to go now. My um... my master is waiting."
Eli walked as fast as his tormented body allowed him to move. He nodded at the clerk and went out in the lobby. No one was there.
He was so horned up that his dick kept twitching in its pouch. The cock ring was responsible for making the veins on his tool pop like crazy.
Since the erection demanded attention, Eli gently stroked his dick head through the fabric. It was the most intense masturbation he had ever felt. Those pills had really messed him up. And with the recent change, even his moans were higher pitched.
"Eli!"
He boy spun around to see the attorney back inside. "Hey, I got another mark. My voice is fucked up now. I sound like a girl. Or, well, like a fag I guess."
"Then we have to get started on the next task right away, and I sincerely hope you succeed for once so you can skip the last ones."
"I'll do my best. Please tell me I don't have to go out in public or see other people. If I don't get distracted by anyone I promise I can do anything."
"It's fine. You can be alone for this if you want. I talked to the desk clerk for a place where you can be on your own and he said the janitor has a closet that's always locked. No one except the janitor goes in there and he's not here for the day."
Eli followed the attorney down a corridor. He stroked the base of his dick. Every light touch brought him close to climax. He could already feel it build up in his legs. Whatever the next task was, he was going to try and jerk off while doing it.
They came to a halt in front of a random door and the man unlocked it with a key he must have gotten from the clerk.
"Listen Eli, it's a very simple task. You have to jerk off for five full minutes without cumming. If you stop, cum or jerk off at less than your normal speed, you fail. Understood?"
"W- but..."
"How fast do you normally jerk off?"
Eli still wasn't used to his new voice, so he hated hearing himself speak but he felt the need to make sure that there wasn't a loop hole for him to use. "I wank pretty much every morning and evening. And I do it when I have a second of quiet in the house which is only after my training sessions. And then I usually try to get it done was fast as possible so..."
"How fast, Eli?"
"Very fast."
"I hope you're good at distracting yourself. Come on, just this one simple task and you'll live. Start as soon as possible."
The man open the door, shoved Eli into the dark room and closed the door behind him, locking it. The boy heard the attorney flip a switch and walk away.
As the lights turned on, Eli saw why the janitor didn't let anyone in his closet. There were posters and magazines everywhere, showing girls and young women naked or almost naked in the most sexual positions. For a moment Eli thought that he could just close his eyes, but there was a small screen that had begun to play when electricity had come on. It showed porn and was loud enough that the boy couldn't block out the sound.
Eli pulled his pouch-belt down and stepped out of it. His boner already felt like it was about to explode.
He began to jerk off at top speed, the way he always masturbated. His right hand rubbed his dick so fast it blurred in his vision, with the body oil serving as a slight lubricant, while his left hand rubbed the head of his dick which was wet with precum.
No matter what he tried to think off, the images and sounds around him brought him back to the arousing situation. He thought about death, about blood, about having to do faggy things. He tried to do math in his head. But the urge to cum was overwhelming.
He didn't want to fail. With a scream he pulled his hands away the second he felt the point of no return. But his dick twitched and shot his load anyway. The cum sprayed up his chest and abs and dripped down to his legs.
Four and a half minutes later the lights turned off and the attorney let him out.
"So you failed. Well, I'm afraid you're very close to death."
"Please, I'll do anything."
"That's a good attitude. You'll need it. By the way, what mark did you get?"
"I don't know. It tingled all over my body but nothing showed up."
"That's the one that will keep you from ever wearing clothes again. Not an issue for now. Also, you should stay naked. Just leave the panties with me. Let's get to the truck."
Funny how quickly things can change for the characters in my stories. One moment he's a proud jock, now he's a cum covered, humiliated fuck toy, begging to be hurt. We're nearing our own climax, too. Let's hope Eli succeeds soon (or not).