THE FINALE
Eli was sitting in the truck. He still wore some of the gear but to his relieve he had been allowed to take off the ropes that bound him and all the things that caused him pain, especially the ball screws.
"Listen boy," the attorney said, "this is your last chance but I'm sure you can make it. With a little help from me you're practically guaranteed to succeed here. It's unbelievable how lucky you are that things work out exactly as they need to. On many other days it would be hard to do the final task but not today."
"What is it?" Eli asked with great difficulty, not used to the rings along the edge of his tongue and at the sides of his lip.
"You'll see in due time. Try to relax."
The completely exhausted Eli drifted off to sleep within a minute.
He woke up when the car stopped inside a building. It was quite dark but the building was clearly something huge and puplic.
"W-where are we?"
"Oh, you're awake. Good. Let's get started."
"I really have to pee."
"Sorry, no time for that. Come on, get out of the car."
When Eli got out he almost collapsed since his joints and muscles were too exhausted to function. He could only move at a snail's pace. But he would not give up. He was going to live, after all he had been through. No matter what.
There was a dull thumping in the air and the boy realized that there had to be a concert going on very close by. He understood where he was. The massive arena, where bands played when no games were happening.
But he had no time to think because all the gear came back. He didn't resist. This time he was allowed to be slightly more mobile.
His hands were tied to his ankles. His nipples were tied to the tip of his dick. His ball weight ring was tied to his toes. His tongue (after the ring gag came back on) was tied to his nipples. Finally, the bellybutton ring was tied to the toes as well. This made sure he wasn't just standing with bent knees but had his ass out at all times.
At least, he thought, he was allowed to see this time.
When the nipple clamps and the ball screws came back on, he flinched and sobbed, but was too immobile to get away. Tears flowed freely as his balls got squished.
Very, very slowly the attorney led the bound boy through dim corridors.
"The sun is almost down but you still have a good ten minutes to work with. Listen well. This task requires you to cum. Hands free. From anal stimulation. Since you've unloaded just a half hour ago in that closet you would be unable to cum that way. I can help, though. First of all, take these."
Eli got more of the pills he knew weren't caffeine. His energy levels rose immediately, but the increased blood flow only drew more attention to the most sore areas on his skin.
The music was getting louder. It was some kind of fast paced, loud stuff. Dubstep? Death metal? With the distortion through the walls it was impossible to be sure. Also, Eli had other worries.
"I will give you medication that is absolutely guaranteed to make you cum even though you should be practically empty. Here's the deal, though. The substance is so toxic that you'd be most likely chemically castrated. You would still produce sperm and get erections but your ability to unload would be limited to milking through anal stimulation."
Eli groaned. He would have argued, said that he could totally cum if he had too, even though that was probably a lie. But his tongue was tied – literally. He didn't want to die. And yet, the idea never to orgasm again was as cruel as anything else that had happened that horrific day.
They entered a room with a low ceiling. The music was extremely loud here.
The attorney pulled out a dildo the size of Eli's forearm and fixed it to a low platform. Then he fiddled with a box that turned out to contain a syringe.
As much as Eli hobbled away and cried, the attorney simply tugged at his ropes, causing his dick piecing and nipples and balls and tongue and so forth to hurt enough to shut him up.
The syringe went into the base of the muscle teen's dick and right away a sensation of something rummaging in his system set in.
"Hop on, boy. I'll be gone once you're up. But don't worry I'll make sure you're in good hands soon."
Eli stumbled onto the platform and positioned his ass over the dildo. His ties forced him to kneel so much that the tip was actually higher than his hole and he had to bend and wiggle to sit on it.
The attorney was so kind to hold the massive tool in place as Eli slid onto the tip. Had his sphincter closed up again or was it simply too big? Either way the dildo wasn't going to fit without a few hours of preparation or extreme discomfort.
"Five minutes left, boy. You'll have to work harder if you want to live."
Eli took a deep breath and bent his knees to squat down fully. He sobbed and screamed through the pain but got down far enough to be stable.
"That's it boy. Now ride it until you cum. That is going to save you. But since the task includes doing this in front of a crowd as big as possible... goodbye."
A lever was pulled and above the oiled up, tormented, marked teen a hole opened up. His platform rose and lights blinded him.
He was on stage, popping out of the ground exactly as the base dropped. The crowd went wild at the sight but the band kept playing. Perhaps this was in some way part of the show. Although they couldn't have been counting on him in particular.
Regardless, Eli had to survive. The sensation in his dick was already building up but he had to help along by riding the dildo. He squatted and rose, squatted and rose, always moving to the quickening beat to make sure everyone thought he was part of the show.
Whatever the attorney had given him, it worked. A few drops of cum dribbled from the tip of his dick and ran down along the shaft. Then, since the boy was too exhausted to hold it in, he pissed. With his dick pointing upward, precisely at his mouth, which was gagged open, he got to taste most of it. Of course the piercing served as a deflector and sprayed the piss all over Eli.
The opposite of tingling set in and he knew he had made it in time. He would live.
He was left bound, wet, glistening, shivering with a huge dildo up his ass in a painful squatting position. The boy wondered how long it would take for anyone to help him back down. Certainly they wouldn't keep him there the whole concert. Right?
Eli tried to ask for help, but the musicians were truly convinced he was part of the performance the arena had organized. The crown loved him, too. Only then did he realize that there were cameras carrying a `life transmission' tag.
He was ruined forever. Worldwide.
Lucky boy. He got famous and only had to work five minutes for it.