MARK THREE AND FOUR
Now that he was rock hard, pierced all over and had two marks, Van felt like filth. But at least he knew that Monroe would be there to assist him in the next challenge. Again he had forgotten to ask what it entailed.
"So," the tattoo artist said, "I've been told there is something I can help you figure out now that you're sixteen. I'm always ready to help with this kind of stuff, since I know that it can be difficult for boys like you to know for sure."
"Yeah," Van said, acting as if he knew what the man was referring to.
Monroe pointed to the floor. "Get down, boy."
Van didn't think much of it and fell to his knees. He panicked as the man opened his fly and pulled his pants down a bit. Even though the boy understood what was coming he still flinched in despair as Monroe pulled his semi hard dick from his boxers.
"Open wide, boy."
Van though about it rationally. He'd have to suck dick for three minutes and then he could at least be sure he didn't have that one `mark'. A tattoo would be a lot more permanent than dick breath. He opened his mouth and licked his lips, hoping to seem convincingly eager.
What he got wasn't what he had expected. Monroe pissed in his face, aiming for the mouth. But Van closed the orifice immediately and turned away. The hot stream run down his torso and dripped onto his crotch.
"Oh sorry," Monroe said, "guess I should have aimed better. I'll try again next time. Now, let's get to the good part and see if you like that better."
With no further warning, the man grabbed Van's hair and shoved his dick into the boys piss stained face. There was no choice but to take the tool and taste the head.
Fortunately the man didn't push in any more than the first inch and let Van use his tongue. On the other hand that meant Van had to work his mouth until it was sore which happened surprisingly fast. The man was also precumming great amounts of salty slime that made Van retch.
Those sound of disgust seemed to turn Monroe on, who perhaps thought the boy had an unusually strong gag reflex. He came quickly, just before Van's jaw cramped up. Since the artist left his dick resting in Van's mouth the boy had no choice but to swallow the load that reminded him of warm salty snot and made him shiver with revulsion.
He thanked the man – almost vomiting at the words – and left.
The attorney called seconds after the boy was back in his apartment.
"Van, have you completed the third task?"
"You didn't even tell me what it was, but yeah. I sucked a dick."
"What? No, you had to drink piss."
There was the terrible tingling again and the boy rushed into the bathroom to see what was happening on his chest. Surrounded by abstract patterns that might have symbolized squirting dicks, more words appeared, filling the space above his nipple rings across his chest. They said ""CUM AND PISS GUZZLER".
"Fuck, no. Oh, please no." He lifted the phone back to his ear. "Alright tell me exactly what I have to do for task four. And be precise."
"It's very simple. You must get oiled up. Make sure you whole body is well covered in a thick, glistening layer since you have to stay oiled up for the rest of the challenge."
Van had the perfect thing for the purpose. As an aspiring body builder he owned body oil that was what he needed to the letter. It would not dry into his skin, it glistened strongly and even a thin spread could easily cover him with no holes in the layer.
He ran into his room to grab it and found nothing. It wasn't in its usual place. He opened every drawer and shelf but he couldn't find it. He'd have to make due with an alternative so he rushed into the kitchen to look for cooking oils. But there were none. His family wasn't big on cooking at home with basically everybody working day in and day out to pay rent.
Van was in tears. He had known for sure that he could succeed in this task. He wandered from room to room hoping to find something useful when he came into his brother's bedroom.
There it was! His brother had borrowed the body oil and not told him about it. But the tickling was already strong. The new mark appeared just as Van opened the bottle.
He rubbed oil all over himself leaving out nothing, not even the face or his ass crack and made sure to double check every piece of skin on his muscles.
Glistening perfectly he went to the bathroom again to see what punishment he had incurred. On his neck was a very detailed and unmistakable print of a squirting dick. He'd wear turtleneck until he could afford the removal.
Our protagonist still has hope this will be over quick and easy. But really, he has barely suffered yet. Slowly we're getting there.
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