Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2016 11:35:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: thirteen marks part 10

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ONE YEAR LATER

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Van didn't celebrate his seventeenth birthday. It was a day like any other
when it came to business. He still lived in the same apartment but by now
he was alone. His family hadn't been able to bare the sight of the naked
and marked boy.

He still had contact to them but there wasn't really anything to talk
about. He had other friends now. After all he was famous. The whole world
knew him as Van, the Anal Whore. What could he do? He had to pay his bills
somehow, especially with the huge fine from the stadium still looming over
his head.

The apartment looked quite different now. His old bed room was now a proper
little weight lifting studio for him where he spent much of his free
time. His brother's room had become a massage salon where Van practiced
intimae skin contact with his costumers. The living room was an arrangement
of sofas and pillows with a stripper pole in the middle. Van had learned
how to dance to give additional entertainment to his regular services.

His parent's former bedroom was now the center of his life. There was a
huge bed and not much more. Every day he had guests over – men who
wanted to fuck a piece of fame. This was the only way he had to make
money. But he couldn't go too high with the price since his services
weren't exactly something the regular folk sought out.

Van had his regular guests, who really liked him. Or at least his
holes. Then he had irregular guests who didn't care for him in particular
but took his offer when the boy-whore they wanted wasn't available at the
usual street corner. And lastly he had the one time visitors. Those were
the money makers. They came from all over the world just to fuck the
infamous Van.

By now he had offers to start his own merchandize or get an x-rated reality
tv show. The way things were going for him he might have to take up those
offers.

There was absolutely no way he was ever going to find a girl willing to
fuck him. It was impossible for him to accept the finality of it but he had
no chance to enter a vagina ever again. For a perfectly straight teen jock
like Van, that was the worst part. Well, the worst after all the ass
fucking he had to bare while acting like he enjoyed it.

A few men liked it if he played the part of a reluctant and unwilling bitch
boy. They had no idea that these were the moments when he wasn't acting at
all.

In the meantime he had found out what the two unknown whole body marks
did. At least he was fairly sure those were to blame for his condition.

One kept him from orgasming without being penetrated. Since costumers
didn't like it if he played with himself, he could go weeks without
orgasm. Men who came to pay for the pleasure to use him all admired his
absurdly large package, but they wanted to see him as the anal whore he was
known to be, and didn't take well to the idea that he enjoyed jerking his
own rod.

The other mark, the last one he had gotten, had the amazing property of
re-tightening his sphincter at supernatural speed. He was never loose. As
soon as the dick in his ass was pulled out, he got tight again in a matter
of seconds.

That certainly explained why it had been so difficult to sit on the stadium
pole even though he had been fucked by a nine incher minutes before.

It led to huge discomfort that he could not counteract. No amount of
fingering or butt plug usage helped loosen him up. Of course, his costumers
praised that property of his body above all else. If a man felt he had
loosened Van's hole too much, all he had to do was pull out for a moment
and the boy was practically a virgin again.


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His next costumer entered just as Van had wiped the cum from the last one
off his chest.

"Hello, Van. How's it going?"

Even one year later the boy recognized the voice right away.

The attorney was a man in his forties with gray hair and a muscular
built. He looked overjoyed to see the boy.

He was however still a costumer. Once Van got on his knees the man pulled
out his dick. While the boy sucked him off, the attorney inspected the
marks and piercings.

"Fascinating. Never seen someone with so many. You know, I've supervised
many people suffering from curses but that one your great grandfather made
is perhaps the meanest one possible. And of all the people who had to
endure its consequences, you got away with the worst deal."

The man stood up and accompanied Van to the bed room where he sank his dick
into the hole which was of course deliciously tight. He fucked quite hard
but kept talking.

"But you know what Van. Your family isn't satisfied. They feel the need to
make a new deal and profit from the wealth it brings. I don't think they
care that you would have to go through all the challenges again or perhaps
die this time."

Van did his best to turn around while he was being pinned in place by the
man. "What? No, please. Please don't let them do that! I'll do anything."

"So far I have denied them the option. I can make sure the deal doesn't
consider you the heir of the family anymore. It would only take a simple
disowning and you would not be bound to your family anymore."

"Yes! Yes, I'll do it. Whatever it takes."

The attorney pulled out, flipped the muscle teen and sprayed his load over
the boy's torso. He groaned with pleasure, then continued to speak. "You
can be disowned easily. Someone else has to own you. If you agree to that,
the deal cannot claim you anymore."

"Who could own me?"

The man chuckled. "Me, of course. I don't ask much of you. I'd get to use
your services whenever I please and you follow every order I give. If there
are any decisions you have to make, I get the last word on them. Other than
that, you will have a completely normal life. By normal I mean the way you
live now, of course. Normal for an anal whore."

"But I..."

"Think about it. It's unlikely that you will die, after all you'd succeed
at task one by being naked already. But any additional marks might alter
your body in completely unpredictable ways. And without my help you will
fail a lot of them."

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Technically you do. The ownership has to be transferred voluntarily."

There was no way Van would go through all of the tasks again. He shuddered
at the thought of what other body marks could do to him. "I'll do it."

"Great. Welcome to your new life, faggot slave. I'm sure you'll get used to
it fast. It's basically what you've been doing for the past year. And what
you'll be doing forever."

Van felt a tickling sensation spread across his body.

The deal was sealed. Did he even know for sure that the attorney had spoken
the truth? Would his family do such a thing? No matter. He was owned.


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THE END?  NOPE!

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Thanks for reading. Use your imagination for whatever comes next in Van's
life. I hope you had fun. I sure did.

Any comments or ideas? Write me feedback.

Next time we will encounter someone who has no idea what's coming. And if
you think I'll just send this new boy through the tasks all over again, you
are mistaken. I've mixed things up quite a bit.