Date: Sun, 8 May 2016 10:00:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: Innocent Repentance Part 5 Felix has completed half the ritual. Surely, it can't get any more difficult. Let's see what the sage has in store now. If you can spare a buck, consider helping to keep nifty running. ~~~CHAPTER FIVE~~~ The sage pulled Felix's butt plug out without warning and pulled him by the collar towards the towel where the boy was pushed down to his knees. The strong lights heated his already sweating body. Mercifully, the man also removed the tongue clamp and the ropes connecting it to the nipples. The teen's mouth was so dry and sore that he was unable to beg for more help. As he felt the man touch his balls he hoped to lose the horrific clamps there, too, but instead the man seemed to think they had loosened. That was completely untrue but didn't stop him for tightening them further. Felix retched again. "Listen slave, I've written a few things I need you to say into the camera. And don't forget to smile." His shackled and bound limbs hurt but at least he was able to stay still and not cause any more pain. His balls were screaming at him and his ass was still on fire but he only had to say some words and the task was done. Felix swallowed dry and faked a not too convincing smile. The man knelt down behind him and a second later shoved his dick into the boy's loosened ass. In a completely new kind of pain, Felix cried out and twisted to get away. He saw that the man wore a condom to keep the hot sauce off his own dick. After a few seconds of futile struggle, the boy realized that the lube was incredibly soothing on his insides, working against the chili like a charm. Although it hurt, it was fairly comforting. He pretended getting fucked in the ass was completely not an issue and began to read the sign above the camera. "F-Fuck... my ass, Sir. Fuck this little cum slut, Sir. Tear my ass open with your thick fuck meat." As if complying with the things the man had written on the sign, the sage increased the pace. Felix kept reading. "I love your dick in my tight little slut hole. Wreck my ass, Sir. Fuck me to pieces. I'm a little cock slut and-" He didn't get further because the man grabbed his shoulders and shoved him down, the boy's face on the ground. The fucking took on a barbaric quality, with Felix half moaning half screaming as his ass was ravaged at a pace that had him outright vibrate, thrust after thrust. While the pain of fucking was considerable, the overall pain in his ass decreased as the lube sank in, counteracting the hot sauce. Felix was feeling strong shivers that made him arch his back. It wasn't pleasure exactly, but it was a kind of relief nonetheless. Eventually the man pulled out, slipped his condom of and grabbed Felix by the Mohawk. The teen was pulled up into a kneeling position, facing the camera. Sweat ran into his eyes. He couldn't see but it was clear what happened as streaks of warm, gooey, sticky stuff flooded his nostrils. The second load was aimed better, dropping into his mouth. Then the dick was shoved in and the third load went right into his throat, making him gargle the cum soundly. The sage let go and the boy collapsed. "Now you need to get to a place symbolizing water. Obviously real water will do nicely. There's a small pond. Get to the middle and come back." "Where..." Felix said with little control over his hoarse voice. "Just behind the house. A few steps." "Please... my balls..." "Fine." It brought tears into the teen's eyes as the man removed all gear. His nipples screamed as his brain as the feeling returned to them. His balls had apparently gone a little numb since they evidently could feel a lot more pain than they had previously let on. When the little ball weight came off and the blood went back into his groin unhindered a dull throbbing pain added itself to the mix. Felix was sobbing again. It was weird that he was still rock hard. He still didn't feel horny at all. How would he after all that horror? The man pulled him up by the collar and kicked him out through the back door. It was still raining. The teen slipped out of his shoes and waddled away from the protective eaves. The cold water was a shock after the heat of the spot lights but soothed his skin as well. Indeed, there was a pond. Light came from the house but it didn't let the teen see how deep the body of water was. He only saw pitch black darkness. With his tied shackles he would not be able to swim. The weight would have made it difficult enough, but with his feet bound and his hands behind his back he was going to drown it he couldn't stand. To his relief he saw a ladder. Using it was hard but it made things much easier than they would have been. He got in to the knees. The pond was really cold, perhaps even colder than the creek had been. It was likely fed by the same source underground but now that it was night it had cooled down even more. Felix trembled and shivered. He had to make it. Sinking step by step, he let the water rise above his legs, then his dick, then his navel, then his chest and finally he was in neck deep. The numbing effect was quiet a comfort on his nipples and asshole, but of course the frost caused its own kind of pain. He took another step down and sank below the surface entirely, the water closing above his head. Finally he had reached the ground. If his legs hadn't been kept bent by the ties he would have been able to stand with his nose above the water. It was difficult to jump underwater. He hopped and hopped always coming up for air and made his way into the middle of the pond. Once there he hopped in a small circle to turn around and made his way back. Ascending the ladder was more difficult but he made it eventually. The swim had actually been pretty easy on his knees. All his pain had decreased. And as soon as he left the pond, his internal heating took over again and warmed him up. By the time he was back at the sage's door, he was already sweating a bit again. Things weren't looking that bad. While the night had been the worst of his life, it was about to be over and he was going to heal. That might have been overly optimistic but it kept him going. He had a goal for afterwards. James would suffer for what he had caused. Felix knocked on the back door with his shoulder as he stood under the eaves. The man opened. "Wait out there until you dried up. Don't need pond water all over my floor." He closed the door again and Felix had to wait in the icy wind while the heat inside him battled the water on his skin. His dick was as hard as ever but he still didn't feel particularly horny. It was weird but at least he wasn't getting distracted. Feeling dry enough he slipped back into his trusty sneakers. Once he was let back in, the sage explained the next step. "For the last part you have to get to a place that symbolizes fire. Tonight of all nights, the choice is obvious." It took Felix a second before he realized with cold horror why the streets had been to suspiciously empty. "Fireworks," the sage continued. "If we hurry, we can get there just in time. And I'll take care of the rest." Once again the boy was grabbed by the collar and pulled along, but this time they left the house together. The man brought a bag with him, while Felix left as naked as he had come. He was dragged to the side of the house where a rusty pickup truck was waiting. Since the boy's ankle ties didn't allow him to climb the vehicle, the man grabbed him by the hip and lifted – or threw – him onto the truck's back. For a moment Felix was grateful that they weren't taking the tractor. Too many bad memories were connected to that thing. But the gratitude didn't last long. The sage drove them through the deserted streets to their destination at the border of town. It was a barn that had seen better days and wasn't used for its original purpose anymore. Inside and around it was everybody who could be bothered to be up at this time of night – drunken, loud rednecks. A good hundred of them. Almost everybody in town who was obnoxious, aggressive or an alcoholic was present. They had been watching some sport event through a projector that threw a huge picture onto the barn wall. Felix didn't know what it had been. These kind of people were basically exactly the town inhabitants he avoided. Regardless, it was obvious that the favored team had won, since the almost entirely male crowd was ecstatically partying. The sage pulled up in some distance. The man jumped out of the truck just as the first celebratory fireworks started going off. "You can stay here," he said. "Unless you want to come." "No thanks, Sir." Felix said and ducked down on the truck's back to stay out of everybody's sight. If he could sit that one out, he'd gladly do just that. "Fine. I'll be right back. Now that nobody's watching the thing, it should only take a second. As soon as I'm done, the curse is broken. Unless the witch shows up personally to spirit you away, you'll be out of those shackles in no time." The boy wanted to ask what exactly wasn't being watched but he prioritized being done quickly and kept quiet. The sage walked into the crowd and for a minute nothing happened. Then a few drunk rednecks broke off from the masses and made their way directly towards Felix. No, not him – the other cars parked in the truck's vicinity. He laid flat on the truck's back but if any of them walked right past him they would clearly see him in the corner of their eyes. If he was discovered they would ridicule him. That wasn't the main concern of course. If they documented him or just recognized his face – not too unlikely in a fairly small town – he would be exposed as a bondage loving exhibitionist. And that he was lurking in the area where men got drunk would not be a point in his favor. With him on the truck were a bunch of tools, buckets, ropes and a plastic plane that might cover the whole back, except for the holes caused by its age. Felix pulled the plane straight as slowly as his nerves let him, to keep the process silent. When the men were only steps away, he had unfolded enough of the plane to slip underneath. The boy tried to hold completely still. For some reason the guys stepped up to the side of the truck and stopped. Felix heard multiple zipper noises. Then the rain-drop-like sound of several piss streams echoed from the metal. It seemed to take forever. How much beer could one bladder hold? Even more pressingly, Felix realized how full he was himself. Peeing with a constant boner was going to be a bit challenging. After an eternity all the men left and Felix waited only a few seconds until slipping out of hiding. He was alone again but now painfully aware of his own bladder's urge. The boy stood up as far as the ankle-to-wrist ties allowed and hobbled to the edge of the truck. The whole area smelled like piss. He had no way of directing his dick so he leaned back as far as he could and let go. The erection made it necessary for him to force it, but eventually he sprayed a stream off the vehicle's back. To make sure he was still unseen, he looked up for a moment. There he saw his own image projected onto the barn, getting fucked in the ass. Felix stumbled backwards, his warm piss stream hitting him right in the face. For a second he was blinded, but he fought his eyes open to see what could only be a nightmare he'd awaken from any second. Surely. He was a huge image on the wall, getting ass fucked by the sage, whose head was conveniently out of the picture. Then the sound came on. "Fuck this little cum slut, Sir," echoed across the space. "Tear my ass open with your thick fuck meat." His image was looking right at the camera. There was a hundred percent chance somebody would recognized him. There was also a hundred percent chance somebody was recoding the porn playing on the barn wall. Felix's ties all vanished at the same time. His collar and shackles were still there, but he could freely move again. The heat inside him calmed down a little. The curse was breaking but at a considerable price. He could barely fathom the consequences of this. There was no way they would be allowed to spread this film. He was only fifteen, this was highly illegal material. On the other hand he knew that things on the internet were hard to get taken down for good, no matter what. But he had to see the positives. He was free from the curse. The strange inner warm was still growing weaker. The piss drenched teen's sweat was cooling. Then he saw motion behind him on the truck. Felix whipped around and saw that the plastic plane had turned into black goo. Using it counted as stealing. The nebulous creature leaped at him and splashed all over his body. After a second of futile, silent struggle, the boy was fully encompassed. He was captured. Only seconds before he would have been freed forever.