Date: Tue, 23 Feb 2016 12:03:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: thirteen marks part 8 *********************** MARK TWELVE *********************** The one-but-last task was similar to the one before. Van had to bring a stranger to orgasm within one minute of contact. But this time it was to be done anally. The attorney had made sure that there was a guy for the job but the glistening muscle teen had to travel by bus again. This also worked without incident other than the occasional guy copying the information off his back. Van was massively grateful to life in this type of city. He got off the bus at the wrong stop – one too late - and had to walk along a main road where copious amounts of businesses were having their rush hour. The boy was quite a sensation. But no one hurt him. Actually no one even insulted him, they were just hollering. Then he remembered that this part of town was pretty much the gay scene's territory. More guys took pictures of his back than ever before, but they kept their respectful distance for which Van was grateful. Perhaps they saw figures in bondage like him every now and then at pride parades and weren't so shocked. Van got to the right address eventually and the stranger opened the door for him without pants, slowly jerking off his comically large nine incher. It was hard to say whose dick was bigger, Van didn't get an opportunity to observe and compare, but they would certainly have been competing. The boy was pulled inside, away from the busy street and led to a window right next to the door. He wasn't in an apartment, he was in some kind of club. That much he could tell. He was placed in front of a huge window and as he shifted his body to see forward for a moment, he saw a crowd watching and filming. The stranger slapped his ass, held his hips in place and leaned in. He whispered "I'm ready to burst with cum, but my number one biggest turn off is boys who scream, so don't make a sound or I'll take a lot longer." With the gag, Van couldn't press his lips together so he had to be extra quiet. Come to think of it, the gag did the opposite of gagging him. The dick entered him without warning and all the pain of the butt plug was back but this time it didn't stop shortly after the sphincter but went on and on and on. Deeper and deeper into his guts, impaling him. It was too much. Van quenched his loudest screams but couldn't keep in all the whines and squeaks and grunts. He heard the man get impatient, but to his credit the stranger tried to compensate by fucking faster to make sure he would come in time. Between every slap of the stranger's hip into the boy's ass, Van's own dick slapped against his torso, now reaching far higher than his belly button which had previously been near the tip of the tool. Getting repeatedly impaled, it felt like an eternity but eventually a timer on somebody else's device rang and Van got the familiar sensation again. He clenched his ass as hard as he could but it was too late. The stranger filled him with cum just as the tingling subsidized again. The attorney called and the stranger slipped out, leaving Van empty and with cum dripping from his hole. The stranger was even kind enough to answer the phone for the boy. "Hey kid, the guy on the phone asks if you were successful." Van couldn't shake his head and so he swayed his body left and right. "Kid says no. Yep, I'll ask him. Kid, did you get a whole body mark, whatever that is?" Van moved up and down to symbolize head nodding. The boy got his phone back, was kicked out and received the last address as a message. This was his last hope. He was going to die if he didn't succeed. Trudging past his crowd of onlookers he made it back to the bus stop. By now, driving the bus in full gear didn't even feel embarrassing anymore. Van swayed gently to make his massive, hard dick head rubbed against the pouches fabric while counting stations. *********************** He's pretty screwed. What will the final task be? How could it get worse? Tell me what you think the whole body marks could be.