Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2016 08:14:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: thirteen marks part 24

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OUT AND ABOUT

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The glistening, smooth Hispanic brothers were outside the gym with nothing
but the weighted ball stretchers, cock rings, flip flops and tiny
panties. Of course there was also the collar, through which Mike spoke
again.

<<I need you to go to a place a few streets from here. I suggest you move
fast because I don't like to wait. Get going and I'll give you
directions. Let me just call up the map.>>

People were staring. Of course they were. Caesar knew that someone would
try to engage them and certainly lead to a delay. They couldn't let that
happen.

"Ángel, bro, we've gotta fucking move it. There's no way you look old
enough for what you're wearing. Can't let anybody stop us for
questioning. Fucking run, dude."

The brothers raced down the street. Or at least they tried to, but the orbs
between their legs kept them from getting too fast since the chain pulled
with every swing.

The boys power walked down the busy road for a minute, avoiding all eye
contact with the shocked strangers who stopped and stared without shame.

<<Alright, I got it. Turn around first of all, cause you're waking the
wrong way. Back at the gym turn left.>>

Caesar groaned at the command. They had to go back? This was the most
humiliating experience of his life. His heart was racing impossibly fast
and he was sweating under his layer of oil. He chose to focus on the only
good thing about it – his massive dick, which rubbed sensually against
the pouch, almost balancing the pain from the ball sack stretching.

It felt like an eternity but really they only made it two blocks before
they were at their goal. The fact that they hadn't been able to run fast
and that the commercial district was full of people had made it seem much
longer.

"You know," Ángel said, "a lot of those people were filming us. You
think we'll be on the news?"

"No, of course not. They wouldn't do that to minors."

Despite that, Caesar knew that they would likely be seem by more people
they knew. And who could say if news people thought of them as minors?
Which seventeen and fourteen year old wore stuff like that in public?

Mike directed them around a corner into a back alley and they found
themselves in front of a back door to a shop.

A blond man opened for them. "Get in boys. I'll personally help with the
next bit."

The meanly grinning man was Mike. The voice was unmistakable even without
the characteristic distortion.

Ángel was about to say something, probably shout but Mike put a finger
over his lips – Ángel's lips.

"Sush, boys. If you're disobedient I'll make sure you won't have the spare
breath to talk back anymore. Now come in."

The brothers walked into the dim place and were led to the front room.

"One of you two has to do a task while the other does a different one. I'll
flip a coin. The winner stays with me."

Caesar was full of rage but he wanted to get it over with and saw no way to
fight Mike right now. "Heads."

The coin came up tails.

Ángel had to sit down in a chair and Mike grabbed some scary
equipment. "If you scream I'll have to cut your breath short a bit,
understood?"

Ángel nodded furiously.

Then Mike shot rings into the fourteen year old's nipples without warning
and the boy bit his lip to stay quiet.

Mike turned to Caesar. "You use the other station. The one right there."

The man pointed towards a stick in the ground that ended in a huge black
dildo. It was right in front of a curtain, standing alone, menacingly. Mike
handed Caesar some lube.

"Wait what?" the boy said.

"Ride it until I'm finished. Get it all the way down."

Caesar felt heat and rage rising inside him. "Well what if I don't? Huh,
asshole? Go on choke me. Kill me. I don't give a fuck. Nothing invades my
ass. Nothing! You can change my voice and fuck me over all you want but I
will never – you hear, never! – turn into a fag."

Mike spoke very calmly. "I will keep adding piercings to your brother's
body. Increasingly painful and humiliating ones. Until you sit fully on the
dildo. Your choice."

Ángel looked at his brother with panic in his eyes. How could Caesar not
feel protective of his little bro?

In the time it took to lube the dildo up, Ángel has received a belly
button piercing. When Caesar positioned his ass above the tip of the
plastic dick the younger one had gotten a helix ring.

Caesar took a few deep breaths and sat down. He didn't even get the tip to
enter him fully before the tearing pain made him scream and fall off the
dildo.

Mike stopped working on Ángel, opened the curtains behind Caesar and
went back to work, giving the younger boy an eyebrow ring.

Caesar was perfectly aware that there were people behind him, looking
through the store front window. All they saw was his back and ass so he
should still be fine. He did his best not to worry about it.

Ángel got a piercing through his tongue and cried out in pain.

Finally Caesar felt prepared. He pushed a lubed finger up his hole and for
the first time felt what it was like to have something up there. It was an
intense feeling and highly unpleasant. He had never felt so naked and
exposed. It was as if his insides lay bare.

While he did his best to stretch his hole, Ángel got another tongue
piercing, this one sideways through the tip.

Caesar sank onto the dildo very, very slowly. He was only an inch down and
pulled back up repeatedly, trying to ride his way there.

His brother has to endure a studding of both ear lobes.

"I'm halfway there!" Caesar yelled.

Mike looked up. "Turn around. I'll slow down if you face the window."

Ángel looked at his brother with pleading eyes like never before.

Still sitting on the dildo, Caesar turned around and faced the crowd of
filming strangers staring in through the window. A dozen people who saw his
face and recorded his ordeal.

The boy closed his eyes and kept riding, likely looking as if he was
greatly enjoying it, despite his face grimacing at the anal stretching.

He felt so full, so stretched, so humiliated and so filthy that he shed
tears. Meanwhile Ángel got another piercing. That one had to hurt more
than the others going by the noise.

"I'm done!" Caesar yelled. "I'm sitting on it. All the way down. It hurts
so fucking much. I'll fucking get you back for that."

Mike didn't even look his way. "I told you I'm only helping you. I split
the load or you would have both needed to go through this instead of one
here, one there. You should thank me but I guess that's too much to ask
from boys like you."

With the ugliest slurping noise, Caesar slipped off the dick, experiencing
intense discomfort on the way up. But right away the stimulation to his
prostate showed effect and his horniness increased as his attention
returned to his achingly hard dick.

Angle had received a Prince Albert ring through the head of his dick. It
was visible through the pouch and had to increase the younger boy's genital
sensitivity greatly.

He looked absolutely disgusting. Something so perverse and faggy was hard
to recognize as his brother but Caesar was aware that he had just fucked
his own ass.

Mercifully, Mike closed the curtains and waited for something.

"My ass is on fire," Caesar mumbled. Ángel said something about his
dick. Neither of them dared to really speak up.

The teens jolted up as the tingling set in. This time it was concentrated
in certain areas. Ángel, who stood in front of the mirror where the
piercing chair was, turned around to see what had caused the sensation.

"Dude," Caesar yelled, "You have a fucking tramp stamp."

But it only took a second for him to realize that the younger had words
embedded in the artful linework saying "TIGHT BOYPUSSY".

Caesar saw more words appear right across Ángel's shoulder blades. Huge
black letters formed the words "ANAL WHORE".

Before either of them could say anything, Caesar stepped in front of the
mirror as well and examined the damage to his skin. He screamed with
horror. Across his uncovered forehead was a single undecorated word:
"FAGGOT".

It was the most disgusting and defacing thing he could imagine. Through the
tears forming in his eyes he saw the other mark. There was a detailed
drawing of a hard dick on his chest. The cartoon penis ejaculated and the
ink drops extended to his collarbones and neck.

"No, no, no, no..."

Mike stepped beside them. "Perfect. It worked just fine. I think the curse
has fully transferred. Now onto the next step."

"No please," Ángel cried, "You have to stop. This is too cruel. You're
turning us into abominations. Please stop."

The blond man shook his head. "No appreciation for careful research, ts
ts. But fine, I'll cut it short. I had a lot more planned to make more
tests but if it ensures your full cooperation we can skip to the
ending. Since I'm confident I can choose the order of tasks we can simply
go to the last one and end things there."

Caesar nodded. "Yes, let's just cut it short. We'll do anything as long as
it means it's over."

Mike looked pensively. "Well, first you have to retrieve something before
you can engage the final task. Shouldn't take long. I have to prepare
something quickly, just reapply oil in the meantime."

The boys did as commanded but this time Caesar was extra careful when
touching his dick because the thick, long tool felt more sensitive than it
ever had. He hadn't known that a half hour long erection was possible and
what a level of horniness he could reach. Even sliding his hands over his
brother's back was a profoundly erotic experience.

Not that he was gay or anything, he was just so horny that everything he
did seemed to get sucked into the attention vortex between his legs. The
one thing counter balancing the pleasure was the enormous pain from the
ball stretcher.

Mike returned with a huge cardboard sign that he hung around Caesar's neck
so it covered his upper back. It had both boy's full names on it as well as
an address that was thankfully not theirs. Then Mike connected the collars
with a thin black string that made sure the brothers would stay within a
step's distance from each other.

"I think," Mike said, "you should share the blindfold. But I'll start with
Caesar because Ángel already got to enjoy my work."

Despite his protests, the older boy was fully blindfolded.

Then Ángel – and only Ángel – received instructions through the
collar. The boys left the studio the way they had entered. Caesar had no
idea where they were going or how long it would take to get there.

The younger boy was not walking, he was running. It would have been
difficult enough to get up to speed due to the ball weight anyway, but with
the blindfold on it was next to impossible.

"Bro, slow the fuck down."

"Sorry, dude, can't. Mike told me to run. If I slow down we'll suffer the
consequences. I think he wants the whole thing to be over, too."

Caesar understood and stumbled along as fast as possible, their collar tie
occasionally strangling them when he fell a bit behind. "Where are we
going?"

"I dunno," Ángel said. "Mike won't fucking tell me anything. He just
says left, right, ahead and so on. I think we're running in circles."

"Fucking bastard."

The stumbling jog continued. Caesar could sense and hear the presence of
people all around. The sun burned on his oiled up skin and he grew
increasingly thirsty. The ground below his flip flops changed to grass and
then to asphalt again. Where they taking a shortcut?

"Wait," Ángel said after five horrible minutes. "I think I get
it. Mike's sending us on a route where we don't have to stop for traffic
lights. So we don't have to stop at all. But it makes the way literally ten
times longer. I think we have to go to the main park. It's the only thing
in that direction."

Caesar appreciated the update but it didn't change his situation. In order
to take his mind of his misery he focused on the velvet rubbing his dick
head. But he was a high-testosterone teen boy and horniness needed to be
turned to action. With all the people certainly watching he couldn't jerk
off while running which would have been difficult enough anyway.

So instead he counted seconds. That way he knew they were running for
thirty whole minutes when they arrived at the park as Ángel had
guessed. His mouth was so dry he would not have been able to speak.

Then Mike's voice came back into his head.

<<You can slow down now, time's up. Go to the public toilets at the other
side of the park. There's a package under the sink for you. Use everything
inside. Share it brotherly.>>

Caesar tore the blindfold and sign off his body and they undid the tie
between their collars. They weren't sure they were allowed to do of any of
that but if Mike didn't want them to he could always intervene.

There were groups of football players, picnickers, musicians and families
all over the park. Caesar almost wished he had kept the blindfold on. The
stares were worse here, with more anger in the faces. Probably because this
wasn't a commercial street where weird people ran around from time to time
but a family friendly recreation zone.

For the first time Caesar realized how much the ball stretcher and pouch
made his hard dick jiggle with every step. The fact that his tool was
enormous didn't help. Of course the forehead tattoo was probably even more
offensive.

He realized that the two of them where truly fucked. At least it was almost
over, right?