Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2016 13:43:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: thirteen marks part 15 ************** ALMOST HALFWAY ************** Eli nearly drifted off during the drive but the pain kept him from fully going to sleep. The attorney made several phone calls, but Eli didn't have the presence of mind to listen in. When they stopped the man had to drag the boy out of the car by the ball chain to get him moving. They hurried across a sidewalk and entered a store. Eli turned his body to all sides to see what his fixed head and blinders didn't allow him to take in all at once. A tattoo parlor. Maybe he could mask the marks with even bigger tattoos. A buff man stepped into the store and shook hands with the attorney. Together they lifted Eli onto a big chair. With the ropes forcing him to bend over and his arms behind his back, the sitting position was awkward and uncomfortable. The attorney talked to himself. "Not sure if the one on the dick will be enough. Since Van already has so many this could interfere. We better go over all the usual spots." Eli tried to communicate that he wanted to speak and mostly he wanted to ask what the fuck was going on. To his surprise, but relieve, the man took the gag off him and pulled the blinders away. Eli was momentarily overwhelmed with the influx of light. Then the nipple clamps came off and he screamed unhindered. "Listen boy, you have to get a few piercings. I'm not sure they will work since Van's might already register and it's kind of a mess. Anyway, you don't need the gear for the moment. I'll leave the restraints on just so I don't have to put them back." Eli wanted to beg for at least one more item to be removed, once his mouth could move properly again, but he couldn't decide. The ball ring was definitely extremely painful with every step but he was sitting right now. The butt plug was a constant irritation but it didn't actually hurt as much as most of his joints. The elbow ties were perhaps the biggest source of immediate discomfort but they were part of the restraints. Then the artist went to work. Eli did his best not to scream but it wasn't entirely possible to keep it all in. The boy got a few rings on the auricle of his right ear and a stud through the left ear lobe. An eyebrow got a ring as did his lower lip. Then a painfully big stud was stabbed through his tongue. At that point the boy was already crying. But this was just the beginning. His nipples were ringed – and this was extremely painful since the nipples had already been tortured. This was followed by a bellybutton ring and finally, the artist pulled down the pouch that covered the tip of his pulsing dick. Eli screamed and shook as his dickhead was pierced but he got another ring at the base of his dick and one on the taint between ball sack and asshole. Just when he thought it was over, the tickling set in. It was, as the attorney informed him, a whole body mark. His hair fell out. He was completely bald, and it seemed everywhere else on his body the same phenomenon had occurred. With his hair laying before him, Eli moaned in pain – many pains, actually. Vaguely he was aware that nothing obscured the mark on his forehead now. "Get up, boy. I have to put all your gear back on. Although I'm not entirely sure if you shouldn't actually be naked." It was difficult to speak with his tongue studded. "I'll take naked. Really, just get me out of these chains and I'll run around in the nude all day. I don't even care, just please don't make me wear this again." "Sorry, I have to. It's for your own good. However, I think we can fulfill both criteria, just to be safe." The man put the ring gag and blinders back on him. The nipple clamps were a lot worse now, especially with the piercings. Then – as he had promised to fulfill the nakedness, too – the man removed the underwear, leaving Eli's hard dick out. "Get on your knees, boy." Eli complied by crawling off the chair, not knowing what to expect. After a short talk he couldn't quite hear, the artist opened his pants. He pulled out his soft dick and laid it on Eli's lips. "Remember," the attorney said, "you have to swallow every drop." The artist let his piss flow and the surprised boy flinched. But he persisted. As hard as it was to swallow with an open mouth, he worked hard to get all the bitter, hot piss down. And it payed off. As soon as the pissing man was finished, Eli felt the success tingling again. He was two out of three down. Next the attorney ordered him to stand up and the man went through every piece of rope to make it as lose as he thought was allowed by the tasks. This left Eli with a motion range just big enough to jog a bit if he really had to. Although he still had to keep his knees and torso bent and his muscles weakened by the morning exercise felt like they were on fire. The attorney fixed a bluetooth earpiece onto Eli's ear. "I'll stay in contact with out. I have a few more arrangement so make." The boy grunted in surprise and panic. But he was simply shoved out the door. The street was busy. Even through his blinders he could see that people were already staring. ************** It's going great for Eli. Only one more success. What could go wrong?