MARK FIVE AND TASK SIX
By now Van had a few birthday messages from friends on his phone but he ignored them all. The naked, oiled up teen was trying not to think about the many new piercings and instead tried to calm his nerves. His erection was already lessening, turning into a semi hard on, as the attorney called again.
"Listen Van, the next task is really simple and this time I know where the items that you need are. Look into the kitchen drawer above the fridge. There is a package that was sent to your household in advance. I did my best to estimate your size. Good luck."
The boy found the box where he expected it and almost collapsed to the floor with gratitude. Things were going well at last. He tore the package open and found two items that he didn't understand. He read their names and descriptions on their packages.
One thing was a cock ring the other a butt plug. Now he knew what they were and even though he had never seen these items in real life he knew how they were used.
The cock ring was made from black plastic that stretched the tiniest bit, but was clearly too small for his thick penis. He shoved the ring over his dick head and rolled it down to the base. Within two heartbeats he was erect and in pain. His dick was pulsing and its veins popped out of its skin. But it appeared that it wasn't loosing feeling and therefore probably not going to die off.
After that, Van felt quite accomplished. But there was still one item left. He had never put anything up his butt and hadn't intended to change that, but now he had no choice. Women in porn did it all the time and fags loved it so it couldn't be that bad, right?
Lube was thankfully provided in the package. He greased up the tree shaped object that was thicker than his own dick at its base but thinned out quickly.
Van put the plug on the ground and squatted. As soon as even the very tip was inside his anus he cried out aloud. The pain of being torn apart was comparable to getting stabbed. He was convinced that his skin was literally ripped open. But there was no blood coming from his ass.
The tingling came back and Van groaned in despair. He had seconds until he incurred another mark. He forced himself down as much as he could. The boy was sure he was about to have the whole thing inside him any second. The pain was so bad that tears ran down his oiled up cheeks.
As he looked down on himself he saw that he was barely halfway done sitting on the plug. There was no way for him to avoid the mark without tearing his guts to shreds and if he was at the hospital he definitely wouldn't be able to complete tasks.
He let the mark happen and took his time sitting down on the plug, riding his way slowly to the base. His painfully erect dick bounced with every up and down.
The new mark was on the inside of his thigh and around to the back of his leg which made it hard to see in the mirror. He had to climb onto the bathtub and spread his legs, looking behind himself. The butt plug was embarrassingly visible and put constant pressure on his insides but the mark was worse.
The writing was accompanied by tribal style patterns that pointed from his leg up to his hole, forming the text "FAGPUSSY".
Close to tears the boy called the attorney. "Hello? I didn't make it in time. I failed every task. Am I really going to die if I fail all of them?"
"I'm afraid so, Van. Your great grandfather didn't care what happened to his heir as long as he got his money. You should waste no time and start the sixth task."
"Please tell me it's easy." Van's voice was cracking.
The man kept talking in the same unexcited tone as always. "It's technically simple. You won't have to suck dick or make any modifications to yourself. It's a task so easy you actually do it all the time."
"What is it?"
"Endurance training."
Van's chest felt a thousand times lighter. Cardio wasn't his favorite exercise but he could do it. "Alright. Do I just run on the spot for a while? How long?"
"I'm sorry but you MUST leave the house. You have to run for thirty minutes. Use the timer on your phone. IF YOU STOP AT ANY POINT FOR EVEN A SECOND, THE TASK IS FAILED."
"I have to go outside? Are you crazy? I'll get arrested!"
"Don't worry," the man said, "the nakedness rule isn't so strict. You are permitted to wear something very small, like the item I have already provided. Look in the drawer left of the fridge. You should get started soon."
Van hoped the underwear he was about to find would be properly modest. In a city as hot as his it wasn't unusual for people to jog in very short shorts and nothing else. If he ran fast enough so that nobody could read his `marks' he should be able to make it. He would simply run around the block over and over.
What he found was barely underwear. It was a thin belt with a pouch for his penis. It covered nothing but the dick's first two or three inches, letting his balls hang proudly. If he was quick no one would see enough to feel the need to call the police but he felt more naked wearing it than not.
The messages on his phone were adding up but he had no time for them. He fixed his phone with its case onto the belt even though that pulled the belt down dangerously low and so made his dick point forward.
His keys were similarly fixed to the other side. Now he only couldn't stop running until his thirty minutes were up. He set the timer and left the apartment.
At long last we're leaving the house. And the real fun begins. Don't hesitate to tell me why you think.