MARK TEN AND ELEVEN
Van found the next package as indicated by the attorney. It contained quite a few more items. The man had assured Van that he had taken care that the last few tasks were as simple as possible for him. Everything would be provided.
First the boy took out his butt plug, which he was finally allowed to do. His ass was sore and getting it out was almost as hard as getting it in since his sphincter mostly had closed up behind it. But eventually he got rid of it. There was a strange emptiness inside him, but he'd get used to a normal anus again, he was sure.
The next task was quite simple and he had a bit of time. But he didn't intend to waste any.
The first item he got from the box was labeled a `spider gag' and the picture on the wrapping told him how to use it. Van put the strap around his head and the four legs into the corners of his moth to keep it permanently open. He also put his belt with pouch back onto his dick, which was still hard and throbbing because the cock ring was still required.
Second came blinders that would obscure his vision for anything going on more than thirty degree to the side of each eye as well as above and below. He fixed that strap on his head, too, and took a moment to get used to his now highly limited vision.
Another ring confused him a bit until he realized that he had to pull his balls through it. That took some time since the ring was small and his balls had recently been tormented but it worked eventually. A chain with a hefty weight had to be attached to the ring, swinging back and forth below his knees. His balls were now even less covered by his tiny underwear.
Thin metallic rings were meant for his ankles. They had a minimal amount of padding that would keep them from cutting off his blood flow but offer no comfort. He snapped them into place. This was followed by a collar that was itself thin – keeping his neck tattoo visible – but had a series of dull spikes that kept him from turning his head at all. If he wanted to see he would have to turn his body around fully.
A thin but strong rope was next. Van pulled it through the ring on his left ankle cuff, then through the ring on the front of his collar and back down to the right ankle cuff. The rope was not long enough to let him stand upright. He either had to bend his head and torso down or bend his knees.
One alligator clip went on each tormented nipple and they had to be connected by a little chain that Van had to attach a small weight to which would swing when he moved.
The biggest object was a spreader bar about the length of Van's arm that he had to snap onto the ankle cuffs. He moved very awkwardly from now on, swaying from side to side.
Lastly there were handcuffs which he put on one hand first. Then he moved both hands behind his back and let the other one click into place, locking his hands above his ass.
Now he was fully and totally in bondage gear, unable to move without the greatest care and even then only slowly, awkwardly and in pain.
There was a tingling sensation.
But he had put everything on! What was he supposed to do? There as nothing more in the box!
Wait, now he saw something tiny between the wrapping papers. He couldn't even tell what it was. But it didn't matter. He had failed.
This time he knew what the mark had caused, and it was no tattoo. It was pain. Even though he felt the effect he still looked down at himself to see it.
His dick had grown obscenely. The girth had increased to the point where the cock ring's material looked strained. The tool darkened in color but didn't go numb. All veils popped even harder. The length had also increased. On any other day Van would have celebrated this change and went out to fuck girls. But today this only added more problems.
The pouch that held his dick was stretched thin. The two inches that the fabric covered were faintly visible through it. Of course the dick stood away from his body instead of up, now that it was heavier. This made it much more noticeable even in his bent over position.
His balls had grown proportionately. To his luck the ring that held the ball weight wasn't cutting off his blood flow, but since there was now a bigger sack the weight on the ring's rope tugged more strongly. That made his balls hang way lower, exposing them prominently.
The phone rang and Van moved into a position where he could touch the screen with his nose. His social media notifications were blowing up but there was no way he could react to those now. He put the attorney on speaker.
"Did you succeed, Van?"
The boy said `no' as good as it was possible with a spider gag.
The man understood him. "That's bad, but don't give up yet. You're next task – almost the last one – is to bring a stranger to orgasm through oral stimulation. You've already sucked someone off today, haven't you?"
Van made affirmative noises. He'd do anything not to die. Especially after what he had already gone through.
"In that case, Van, this should be simple. I will send you his address and you have all the time in the world to get there. As soon as you start sucking you have one minute. He has agreed to try and cum as fast as possible. Good luck."
Van got the address on his phone. It was a few neighborhoods away. He took the phone in his hands and made his way out. Even opening the door of his apartment was difficult. Getting down the stairs took him about five minutes and getting out the front door was a lengthy chore.
There was no way he could make it that far by foot without collapsing. He had to take the bus.
This was one case of immense luck for the boy, because the busses in his area had low enough floors to climb in without a hassle and the doors at the back were usually opened as well, because the drivers didn't really care to check tickets.
It took the boy a little while to find the right rhythm for his steps but soon he swayed with confident steps, eyes always on the street between his feet. There was no way of telling if anyone was watching him. Van waited at the bus stop for a few minutes, standing away from the people already waiting there.
He banked on the fact that people in his city were used to a lot of craziness and would probably assume that he knew what he was doing. Maybe he passed as performance art. Or maybe everyone was afraid to talk to someone so disgustingly perverted.
He had to count stops to get out at the right station. Even though he couldn't see more than feet the entire journey, Van was aware that people paid special attention to the mark on his back that gave away his identity. If they looked up his social media they would find the new pictures. A few men scribbled down his address. He could sense them leaning in to read the mark.
When he got off the bus he found himself in a better part of town with bigger houses and more greenery. He kept trudging along, counting houses he past until he was in front of the right address.
The door was unlocked and Van pushed it aside to let himself in. He said `hello' as far as the gag made it possible.
A hand removed the phone from his grip and the door behind him was closed. There wasn't much he could see with his vision constrained to the floor, but a thick dick came in sight, fully erect.
Van got no time to prepare himself before the man rammed his member all the way in, down to the base. The boy gagged violently, retched, fought for breath and cried, but the stranger held him in place by his hair and face fucked relentlessly.
Van knew he had about fifty seconds left to make the stranger cum. Despite being unable to breathe he did his best to use his tongue. The head was all the way down his throat and the girth hit the limit of how far the spider gag could stretch his jaw.
Almost fading from consciousness, Van drank the precum, pleasing the thick dick with the motions his neck made when swallowing.
The tingling sensation set in just as the man trembled. Load after load of long saved cum shot down Van's esophagus while the tickling spread all over him.
As soon as the stranger was done he dragged the boy out of his house, put the phone back in Van's hands and shut the door.
It didn't take long for the attorney to call again. The boy put the phone on the ground and used his toes to accept the call, then he bent down to hear.
"Please tell me you were successful!"
With the gag and his throat demolished it was impossible to produce more than sad noises.
"I see. Well, Van where's the mark? Was it another one that's all over?"
The boy confirmed with the sounds at his disposal.
"I'll be honest, Van. No one has ever failed as many tasks as you. I have no idea what this mark does. But I guess you'll find out at some point. If you survive."
What do you think the new whole body mark was? I have no idea. I'm waiting for you to tell me what you want it to be.