Date: Sat, 9 Apr 2016 20:38:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: thirteen marks part 26

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FINALLY OVER?

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The mall was pretty full. Caesar dragged Ángel along to the escalator
and onto the second floor. Now he had to find the shop he was supposed to
enter for the last task.

That thought kept him alive – only one last task. Then this nightmare
would be over. He was in so much pain he would not have known where to
start describing it. But an end was in sight.

The mall had two levels. The upper one was open to below and so it made
sense to go up and look at the upper floor while simultaneously glancing
down every now and then, always on the lookout for red curtains.

It was, of course, at the very end of the mall. The seething rage he felt
for Mike was only outdone by his physical discomfort. At least so long as
he was angry he didn't feel the embarrassment as much.

Once they stepped into the store Mike closed the door behind them. If the
man had gone to the same place anyway why hadn't he taken the boys with
him? Caesar wanted to strangle the guy.

Mike detached the collar tie, Ángel's blindfold and Caesar's ear
pieces. To the boys' great joy he removed the younger's iron bar and the
older's anal hook. The boys could now stand with their backs not arched
anymore which hugely lessened the stress on their muscular bodies.

The gags stayed on.

Mike clapped his hands. "Now kids, this is the final station. I will do my
part to complete the transfer back so that the curse is off you. It seems
like the splicing didn't work as expected and the original victims weren't
freed by my actions. Well, nobody can blame me for trying. The part of the
curse on you two will retreat after you finish the grand finale."

The man grabbed a scissor and went for Caesar's crotch area. Afraid to lose
his dick the boy cried out, muffled by the bar between his teeth. But all
Mike did was cut away the panties. He did the same to Ángel. All proper
clothing the boys wore consisted of flip flops. The rest was bondage gear.

Now that his dick was free Caesar felt the air on his bouncing,
unrealistically sized tool, because precum covered the head and slowly
dried in the open.

Mike reapplied oil from a spray bottle even though the sweating boys were
still glistening as much as before.

"Before I tell you what the task is I need to correct a few things because
I'm not confident about the exact extent of gear necessary. You don't have
to bother, I'll do it all for you. Nothing to care about."

The man attached weight to the chain connecting Caesar's nipples and
attached individual weights to Ángel's clamps.

Caesar was handcuffed like his brother, while the younger one got weights
on his wrist and around his neck that matched the ones around his
ankles. Moving or even just staying upright had to be stressful for the
young teen. Ángel's ball stretcher weight was also increased to six
pound.

It was impossible for Caesar to imagine but rationally he knew that
Ángel's constantly slightly bent knees had to hurt like hell and all the
additional weight, including on his balls, had to make it even worse now.

"You're ready for your last task. After that it's goodbye. It's very
simple."

Mike produced a huge double headed dildo in bright pink. "You use this to
stimulate each other anally and reach climax. If you cum you passed the
task and it's over."

In front of the shocked boys, Mike lubed the tool up and went behind the
trembling Caesar. Without warning and ignoring the strong resistance from
the boy's sphincter the man shoved the dildo in as deep as it went.

Despite the lube the sensation was one of a flaming inferno. Caesar
screamed into the gag and sobbed hard.

Mike pushed Ángel into position so the brothers were back to back. Since
the younger boy was slightly bent over because of the toe-to-balls tie his
ass hole was easier to reach. No amount of clenching could resist Mike's
pressure for long.

Caesar heard his brother's pained screams and feared the man was going to
kill the muscle boy by the sound of it.

Once the dildo was inside both of them, Mike stepped back and admired his
work. The crying, screaming boys touched each other's asses, burying the
fuckstick deep inside their guts.

"That should work. Showtime."

Mike grabbed the boys' collars and shoved them outside the store. He
dragged the teens onto a platform at the edge of the opening to below which
would allow anyone on the first floor to see them as clearly as the people
on the second one.

"Oh, forgot I brought those with me," Mike said looking at the ear pieces
in his hand. He simply deafened Caesar again and walked away after giving a
thumbs up.

The young, gorgeous, humiliated muscle boy was torn between wanting to die
and wanting to kill. But he also wanted to win. And he could. He was
hornier than ever before in his life. His body must have been producing
sperm for his erection for almost half a day now. He had been close to
cumming a few times already.

It was possible and he had to believe in himself to win.

Clenching his ass, Caesar fucked himself – and his brother – on the
dildo, trying to find a spot inside him that would be stimulated by the
intrusion.

While that didn't really work, the movement at least made his dick bounce
and slam against his rippling abs. That was what he needed.

With his back arched as painfully as when he still had been bound by the
anal hook, the boy twerked his way to orgasm.

Anyone watching could certainly hear the slapping noises but those were
just strangers. He didn't have the mind to care.

Caesar approached orgasm rapidly. His dick was the only thing about him
that felt good right now.

Feeling Ángel shift behind him, Caesar remembered something. He
remembered the most horrible thing.

If the brothers had completed their training as normal they would have,
afterwards, gone to the mall for a sale that literally every single kid in
their school would go to.

He looked to the side and down into the crowd on the first level. Everyone
was there. Every kid from both their classes. Every bully, every nerd,
every jock. Every girl they had ever liked. Every friend they had. Pretty
much everybody was filming the action.

Then he came.

Because of the shock at seeing everyone from school he ruined the orgasm
for himself and felt it quite weakly. But with his level of horniness even
that classified as worldshatteringly great.

Caesar had always squirted quite far but the enhanced dick and balls added
to that talent. He shot string after string of goo in front of him as if he
was pissing cum. His arching position meant that several jizz streams hit
his chest and neck from where they dribbled down along his bulging torso
muscles.

He was done. He had won. The task was finished.

Looking behind himself he saw that Ángel hadn't cum yet.

So it wasn't over.

Caesar wanted to be done. Desperately. So he had to get Ángel to
ejaculate by any means necessary.

The strong teen took a stance as broad as he could – which wasn't broad
at all because the toe ties kept his feet close together – and pounded
his ass against Ángel's.

His oversensitive ass screamed for mercy and Caesar sobbed into the gag but
he had to stimulate his brother at all costs.

It felt like forever even thought it was probably half a minute. Caesar got
impatient. They were supposed to cum from anal stimulation. Fine, but he
could help out a little, right? That would still count.

He straightened his back and bent backwards. Ángel did the same, sensing
that he was supposed to balance their weights. The boys bent past each
other and came face to face. Hadn't it been for the gags, they could have
kissed.

Caesar twisted his cuffed hands from behind himself to the side and did the
unthinkable. He touched his brother's dick and jerked him off furiously.

All the while he kept his ass clenched to make sure the dildo stayed inside
them.

Ángel trembled. The dildo slipped out of his ass, then out of Caesar's
and dropped to the ground. After a second of motionlessness, the younger
teen came. His amount of cum wasn't any less than his brother's, caking the
platform under him with strings of cum that turned to puddles like he was
pissing jizz.

<<Fuck's sake you idiots,>> Mike's voice echoed through their heads. <<That
doesn't count. Now you screwed up the last task. I wanted to go home
already and now we have to keep going because you dumb kids can't follow
the world's simplest directions.>>

Caesar cried and so did Ángel. They collapsed into their own cum.

<<I guess that task didn't register as the last one because it failed. I
honestly have no idea which one is the last one now so we'll have to keep
trying. You gave me a lot of unnecessary work, is that some kind of game to
you?>>

Caesar didn't want to go on. He would just stay here and wait to be
rescued.

<<By the way, the police is coming into the mall. Ass fucking to orgasm in
front of strangers is a crime if you didn't know. I was counting on you
being fast but you messed everything up. I mean, it's you going to jail,
not me. I hope you like anal because that's what you'll get in prison.>>

Caesar screamed into the gag.

<<There's a back door right next to the shop in case you're blind. I guess
I'll meet you in the parking lot. Bye.>>

The boys fought their way into a vaguely standing position as far as their
restraints allowed and looked at each other's sad, tormented faces. Then
they waddled towards the emergency exit.

Being on the second floor of course meant that they had to walk down
stairs. Through all the suffering, Caesar realized that he felt barely any
less horny than before.

On the first floor they had to walk along a dingy corridor to get to the
parking lot. But there were no people so it was perhaps the easiest part of
the whole ordeal.

Finally they stood in front of Mike again. The man freed Caesar from the
ear plugs.

Shacking his head, he grinned at them. "You idiots. But I guess if that's
how you play we have to go on. The gear has to stay till it's over but at
least I can give you a better range of motion."

He used his scissors again to cut their ropes. The one binding Caesar's
toes together and the one connecting his nipple chain to his cock ring. He
then cut Ángel's ball-to-toe rope which allowed the boy to stretch his
legs.

After a moment of consideration the man even removed both boys' gags.

"That's as much as I can safely take off. The rest has to stay or you risk
the tasks not registering. Next address is only ten blocks south. Just
follow the road to the intersection with Ninth Street. A small bar with no
sign outside. See you there"

Mike hopped into his expensive car and drove off.

"That fucking bastard," Ángel mumbled, now finally able to speak again.

Caesar just hummed in agreement. His jaw hurt too much to talk.

Dejected, they started walking.

A police car pulled into the lot. It drove past them, apparently not having
seen the boys right away. But it was obvious that they should leave
quickly. Now able to take normal sized steps, Caesar began to run as fast
as his body allowed. Ángel followed, crying out with every step.

After all they had been subjected to, they were seen as criminals. Nobody
would help them.