Date: Wed, 4 May 2016 13:56:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: innocent repentance part 4

Felix is meeting the tractor guy again and desperately needs his
cooperation. Sounds like the wrongfully punished teen will have to swallow
his pride. And maybe other things.

If you can spare a buck, consider helping to keep nifty running.


~~~CHAPTER FOUR~~~

"So you found your way here. Took you long enough."

The buff man waved Felix inside and closed the door behind the boy. He
continued. "If I had known you would need me I'd have taken you with me
right away. I missed your brother's call by a few minutes."

"C-can you help me, Sir?" Felix was gagging at the mere presence of the man
but had to keep an innocent look on his face. Apparently the so called sage
truly didn't comprehend that he had thought Felix was a boy whore for
reasons that were now clarified as supernatural. How could the guy still
keep acting as if what they had done wasn't worth acknowledging?

The man sat down on the sofa without offering the naked teen a seat. Felix
stood at the entrance to the living room, his hands over his jock strap to
give an impression of modesty.

"I...I'm Felix."

"You're back says your name is slave."

"I-"

"Shall we get started? The sooner you're done with the ritual the sooner I
can go back to sleep."

There was nothing Felix wanted more than to get out so he nodded and kept
quiet.

The man, who still hadn't introduced himself, gestured at old parchments on
the coffee table filled with occult symbols. "It's simple, slave. You carry
a curse of a guilty criminal. You only need to repent and the curse will
fall off you. Your brother said it wasn't you who committed the act, so
you'll have to go through the generic ritual that relieves you of all
possible wrongdoings."

"A ritual, Sir?"

"I'll give you step by step guidelines. Shouldn't take you all night. But
you better be quick. In here you're save from the Dark Pursuers. As soon as
you step outside they'll start chasing you again."

"Okay. How do I do that ritual?"

"The first part of repentance is bodily punishment. I have everything
you'll need. Just a minute."

Felix stood around feeling quite sorry for himself. He could only hope the
ritual was quick and easy. The one thing keeping him going was the thought
of getting James back for everything.

The man returned, carrying all sorts of equipment. He told the boy to stand
still and went to work.

First came nipple clamps, those hurt a lot. Next came another clamp on his
tongue. That hurt in a wildly different manner and didn't allow him to
close his mouth. The so called sage connected the three clamps which caused
Felix's tongue to be pulled out and his nipples to be pulled up. Little
weights brought the nipple clamps into a neutral position again, but
increased the strain on them.

Satisfied with the upper body, the man turned south. He tore the boy's jock
strap apart to free the throbbing genitals. The teen's balls were pulled
through a tight ring, which was then connected to a short tie, binding
weights to the ball sack.

Felix groaned at the pain of his balls getting stretched but it was
actually not that bad. He might get sore over the course of the night but
he could live with it.

Then clamps were added to each ball individually. Those were different from
the ones on the torso in that the man could adjust their tightness through
small screws.

"I'll go for...," he mumbled, "a car battery's weight."

Then he turned the screws until Felix was in more pain than he had through
possible. He retched right away as the hot sickness spread through his
groin, into his stomach and farther. It was an unreal pain that he knew he
couldn't take for more than a second. Tears made his vision blurry. He
didn't scream exactly, it was difficult to make a coherent sound when he
had to focus all his energy to keep breathing despite the incapacitating
pain.

The boy couldn't see what came next until he felt it. The sage was shoving
a butt plug of sizable proportion into his ass, ignoring all resistance. It
went in as if gliding through butter, but only because the man used
considerable force.

For a second Felix was glad the plug was well lubed. Then he realized what
was wrong. The lube had been hot sauce – some extra hot chili
perhaps. It was an even crueler kind of pain and his tears increased along
with his sweat. A kind of pain he would not have been able to conceptualize
prior to experiencing it.

He could not take the torture. He was going insane from the pain. But there
was no way to get rid of the gear and the man didn't react to his desperate
cries. No words could form with the tongue clip in the way.

"The first part needs to be completed at a location that symbolizes
earth. The nearest one is Spring Park. One street down. If you got there,
just come right back."

The man slapped Felix's glistening ass and shoved him out the door.

"And be quick. The Pursuers are probably close. If they catch you it's over
for you."

The door fell shut and Felix sobbed. The pain from his balls and his ass
were both very unique experiences that mixed into a torture seemingly
designed to inflict mental pain as well, seeing that it was impossible for
him to form a coherent thought.

But he knew he had to get to the park.

It was a quiet night and the teen hobbled along, barely able to see the
path through his tears. Luckily there was still nobody on the streets.

The hot sauce made sure his stream of tears and snot never stopped, but was
steadily washed away by the rivers of sweat it also caused.

To his relief he got to the park with no problems whatsoever and as long as
it had seemed, he had actually been pretty quick.

Then the itch returned just as his sneakers touched the grass. He was
pushed down by an invisible force and his knees hit the soft ground.

Somebody walked up behind him.

"Wow," said the stranger. "Haven't seen you around before. But since you
dressed up so nicely... Guess I can give you some action."

The man stepped into view at the same time as he pulled his erection from
his pants. In the darkness it was hard to make out but he was some thick,
old guy in a leather jacket. What sort of park was this?

Before Felix could find any way to communicate that he wasn't a slut
cruising for sex, he got dick in his mouth. The stranger shoved his tool
in, along the tongue that the clip and ties forced out of the boy's
mouth. With every thrust, the rope was plugged and the teen's nipples were
pulled farther than the ropework intended.

It wasn't long until the man shot his load down Felix's sore throat. All
the while the teen hadn't stopped sobbing through the blowjob, since the
pain in his balls and ass never decreased.

"Good job," said the man and ruffled Felix's Mohawk before leaving.

The boy fought up onto his legs. The last itch had created a bond between
his wrist cuffs and the tie that kept his ankles together. He had to stand
with knees bent in order to be on his feet at all.

The way back was a lot slower than the one to the park.


**********


"Well done, but you could have been faster," the sage said as he let Felix
back in.

The boy hoped he would be freed from the torture devices but that didn't
happen.

"Now for the second part you need to experience external punishment. Just
come on, I know what to do."

Felix trudged along. He returned to the living room where the man told him
to stand still.

A whip cracked down on the boy. Since his hands were tied behind his back,
the sage instead hit his sides – laying the strokes mostly onto the
slender waist.

Again and again the whip came down in his flank and back. Every so often
the man also included the legs, ass and even neck.

Of course Felix didn't hold still. He turned and twisted, hobbling away
with every hit. But the man walked after the flinching boy, chasing him
around the room.

As it finally ceased and the red marks didn't increase anymore, the man
said. "To complete this one, you have to get to a place that symbolizes
air. A high place will do. The small hill just outside of town. I think it
was landfill a long time ago. See you after you got there."

The boy was shoved out again and walked away. By now the tears had
stopped. He was bathed in sweat. His stomach turned and twisted from the
strain caused by the ball clamps on the one hand and the hot sauce on the
other. Now the nipples also began to hurt permanently, while his dry tongue
felt profoundly uncomfortable on a level he couldn't ignore. After walking
back from the park with his knees bent, those also started to complain.

He counted himself lucky that the hill was so close by. It was an
overgrown, little greenspace just before the town turned to farmland. A
small path led up, made from stone slabs arranged as crude stairs.

Once Felix was all the way up, he collapsed onto his knees and tried to
catch a breath. The pain still hadn't grown numb. His constant motion made
sure the weights on his balls and nipples kept tugging in every direction
alternately.

Then it began to rain again. Felix was actually thankful. The ice cold
drops on his skin cooled him and numbed the whipped areas that were in
desperate need of soothing.

He began his descend.

About halfway down the stairs he saw a blob sitting there waiting. It was
one of the black monsters. It must have followed him. Fortunately the rain
kept it in place.

Now he couldn't use the stairs. In near total darkness Felix stepped to the
side, onto the wet grass of the hill and tried to hobble past the
creature. After a few steps he slipped and fell on his ass, gliding down
the slope. His body turned and he rolled along the grass, which left smears
and marks all over his skin.

He came to a halt at the foot of the little hill with his torso in a mud
puddle and fought his way into a standing position, his knees aching from
the stress position. He was crusted with wet earth, dripping down his
smooth skin.

Then he walked back to the sage's house, hoping the rain would last.

The man opened, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in. Before being
allowed back into the living room, the sage used paper towels to remove the
part of the mud that hadn't already dried.

"The third part deals with humbleness. I've prepared everything. I'm sure
you'll be glad to hear you don't have to do anything for that one, except
lay there. And you'll get rid of the butt plug."

Felix sighed with relief. Things were finally going a bit less terribly.
Then he saw the set-up. A camera on a tripod and a handheld one. A big
towel spread on the ground, illuminated by spot lights.

"Now slave, let's make a little movie."