Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2016 12:54:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: thirteen marks part 2

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MARK THREE AND FOUR

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Now that he was rock hard, pierced all over and had two marks, Van felt
like filth. But at least he knew that Monroe would be there to assist him
in the next challenge. Again he had forgotten to ask what it entailed.

"So," the tattoo artist said, "I've been told there is something I can help
you figure out now that you're sixteen. I'm always ready to help with this
kind of stuff, since I know that it can be difficult for boys like you to
know for sure."

"Yeah," Van said, acting as if he knew what the man was referring to.

Monroe pointed to the floor. "Get down, boy."

Van didn't think much of it and fell to his knees. He panicked as the man
opened his fly and pulled his pants down a bit. Even though the boy
understood what was coming he still flinched in despair as Monroe pulled
his semi hard dick from his boxers.

"Open wide, boy."

Van though about it rationally. He'd have to suck dick for three minutes
and then he could at least be sure he didn't have that one `mark'. A tattoo
would be a lot more permanent than dick breath. He opened his mouth and
licked his lips, hoping to seem convincingly eager.

What he got wasn't what he had expected. Monroe pissed in his face, aiming
for the mouth. But Van closed the orifice immediately and turned away. The
hot stream run down his torso and dripped onto his crotch.

"Oh sorry," Monroe said, "guess I should have aimed better. I'll try again
next time. Now, let's get to the good part and see if you like that
better."

With no further warning, the man grabbed Van's hair and shoved his dick
into the boys piss stained face. There was no choice but to take the tool
and taste the head.

Fortunately the man didn't push in any more than the first inch and let Van
use his tongue. On the other hand that meant Van had to work his mouth
until it was sore which happened surprisingly fast. The man was also
precumming great amounts of salty slime that made Van retch.

Those sound of disgust seemed to turn Monroe on, who perhaps thought the
boy had an unusually strong gag reflex. He came quickly, just before Van's
jaw cramped up. Since the artist left his dick resting in Van's mouth the
boy had no choice but to swallow the load that reminded him of warm salty
snot and made him shiver with revulsion.

He thanked the man – almost vomiting at the words – and left.

The attorney called seconds after the boy was back in his apartment.

"Van, have you completed the third task?"

"You didn't even tell me what it was, but yeah. I sucked a dick."

"What? No, you had to drink piss."

There was the terrible tingling again and the boy rushed into the bathroom
to see what was happening on his chest. Surrounded by abstract patterns
that might have symbolized squirting dicks, more words appeared, filling
the space above his nipple rings across his chest. They said ""CUM AND PISS
GUZZLER".

"Fuck, no. Oh, please no." He lifted the phone back to his ear. "Alright
tell me exactly what I have to do for task four. And be precise."

"It's very simple. You must get oiled up. Make sure you whole body is well
covered in a thick, glistening layer since you have to stay oiled up for
the rest of the challenge."

Van had the perfect thing for the purpose. As an aspiring body builder he
owned body oil that was what he needed to the letter. It would not dry into
his skin, it glistened strongly and even a thin spread could easily cover
him with no holes in the layer.

He ran into his room to grab it and found nothing. It wasn't in its usual
place. He opened every drawer and shelf but he couldn't find it. He'd have
to make due with an alternative so he rushed into the kitchen to look for
cooking oils. But there were none. His family wasn't big on cooking at home
with basically everybody working day in and day out to pay rent.

Van was in tears. He had known for sure that he could succeed in this
task. He wandered from room to room hoping to find something useful when he
came into his brother's bedroom.

There it was! His brother had borrowed the body oil and not told him about
it. But the tickling was already strong. The new mark appeared just as Van
opened the bottle.

He rubbed oil all over himself leaving out nothing, not even the face or
his ass crack and made sure to double check every piece of skin on his
muscles.

Glistening perfectly he went to the bathroom again to see what punishment
he had incurred. On his neck was a very detailed and unmistakable print of
a squirting dick. He'd wear turtleneck until he could afford the removal.


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Our protagonist still has hope this will be over quick and easy. But
really, he has barely suffered yet. Slowly we're getting there.

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