THE WORST ONE YET
They were back at the tattoo shop and the pills had worn off. All the soreness and exhaustion was crashing back into Eli's system. He could barely stand. The only thing that kept his heart racing was the fact that he only had two more shots at not dying.
At first all had to do was sit in the chair and get a few more piercings. Somehow he wasn't convinced that would be all of it.
He got two rings at either side of the tip of his tongue.
His ear studs were exchanged for rings and pretty much every asymmetrical modification got a counterpart. So he ended up with auricles, eyebrows and both corners of his lower lip ringed. His septum got one too, but at that point he didn't care to keep track anymore.
"Listen Eli, this is almost the last task. We need to do what it takes. Are you ready?"
"Yes," Eli said with a lisp that the piercings greatly intensified. "What is it?"
"You have to be in as much pain as possible. Physical and emotional. Okay?"
The boy swallowed hard. "But I already am."
"Not enough. Let's get started, we don't have much time. Stand up."
The wrist and ankle rings came back on as did the collar that kept his head from turning. The weighted ball ring was reapplied and so where the nipple clamps. Everything hurt more than before.
The rope work was even more elaborate that time. While putting on the ropes, the attorney asked Eli for the passwords to his social media.
Eli was restrained in the following manner. His big toes were tied to the balls, but each ball individually, pulling them in slightly different directions. Of course he had to bend his knees to the point of almost fully squatting. If he fell down he would not be able to get up without the help of his arms.
The dick head piercing was tied to the nipples, which were also tied to the balls, really pulling them apart this time.
His elbows were tied like at the beginning but this time his hands were not given any range. From his thumbs, a rope ran up his back to the collar that was pulled in such a way that Eli had to keep his back arched and his ass and chest out.
He was almost blind with rage and pain and nausea and stress.
Just when he thought it couldn't get worse, the tattoo artist brought two screw clamps. Those went on his balls directly and were fixed as tight as the attorney could make them. The sensation rising through his abdomen was unlike anything he could have imagined. Had the boy's stomach not been empty, he would have vomited immediately. As it was he could only retch.
Eli cried and sobbed. He whimpered pleas for mercy with his high pitched, lispy voice.
"This should take care of the physical pain. Now we need to add the emotional one. I prepared something for you to read out loud. And make it convincing. Remember Eli, your life depends on it."
The boy was lifted by both men and dropped onto a work bench. The artist put on a mask and without any warning slammed his dick into Eli's ass, fucking him raw and dry.
The attorney filmed as Eli read the prepared text with as much of a smile as he could fake.
"I'm Eli, the anal whore slave faggot. Now that I'm finally sixteen I can give in to my desire to serve dick. Pleasuring cock is my greatest joy in life. I'd say it's my only joy but there is also worshipping feet and asses which are close seconds. As you can see I'm getting fucked without lube and condom right now. I crave anal stimulation every second of the day. The only downside to men cumming in my guts is that I don't get to taste the bit that stays inside. Drinking cum is the most delicious thing I can imagine. I'm so glad that I finally don't have to hide those desires anymore. Servicing men will be my life forever and I couldn't be happier. If you see me, don't even ask. My holes are open and available anywhere, any time."
"Great," the man said, just as the artist came. "I'll upload these everywhere. You'll get to see the comments of your friends and family as soon as they pop up. That might take care of the emotional pain. Although we should increase the physical one."
Without asking, the man tied the rings in Eli's tongue to his nipples, making the tongue hang out as far as it would go.
"You should move around to make sure every spot gets as much pain as possible. I know it's difficult because naturally you don't want to move, but I can help."
Eli was whipped by a thin rod. His sides and thighs, his ass and sore hole, all got a beating that made him jump and shiver. That, in turn, caused his tied piercings to tear and wiggle.
He had his eyes on his phone screen. Through the tears he saw the comments and messages pile up.
Eventually it happened. There was the most wonderful feeling. The exact opposite of a tickling. He had felt it twice before. This was his salvation. He squealed with joy.
"What is it, Eli? Did it work?"
The boy nodded which was nearly impossible without ripping off either his tongue or his nipples (or his thumbs or his balls, since everything was connected).
For a second Eli was on top of the world. He was free. He had made it through so much, but he was free.
Then the tingling set in. Right above his ass, a mark appeared.
"Strange, you got a tramp stamp in form of an arrow, saying `Dick Goes Here'. This shouldn't have happened."
Eli sobbed uncontrollably.
A second later the tickling appeared again, this time in his dick. The tool grew a good bit in length and girth. Now the cock ring caused constant pulsing pain at the base that spread into the absurdly large rod as blood got jammed inside its throbbing veins.
"I think," that attorney said slowly, "these are other marks that appear because you assimilated Van's deal. Such simple marks like the tramp stamp don't usually appear this late in the game, which makes me think the tasks are confused about whether you succeed or fail, since Van failed this task earlier in the game. The dick growth had to happen to bring you up to Van's level. I don't think there are any more marks left that will come on their own."
The attorney untied the boy's tongue, but before Eli could say a word, he got the ring gag back. Then the tongue ropes were put in place again. He hadn't even known how painful tongue torture could be. Finally, the blinders came back.
Eli was utterly destroyed, physically and mentally. He would do anything to end this torture.
"The last task is one where Van succeeded, so if you succeed too, it won't be ambiguous. You have one more chance to survive. Let me help you to the car, I have to look something up."
One task to go. How tricky will this be for Eli? Did you enjoy his journey?