Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2016 13:43:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: thirteen marks part 27

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PLEASURE

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They didn't dare to travel by bus again. Luckily for them the road quickly
led outside the commercial district and there were not enough people in one
spot to cause a commotion. By now, Caesar didn't even feel embarrassed by
the observers.

The pain in his body had numbed considerably by the time the boys arrived
at the nondescript building. The address was the same as the one Mike had
written on the sign back when they had walked to the park.

Caesar entered without hesitation and found himself in a bar packed with
big, older men. The light level was too dim to see everyone's face at once
so he couldn't tell if Mike was even there.

"My, oh, my," said a voice from the side, "You two went through quite a
transformation."

Caesar recognized the man. It was the old guy who had spoken to him at the
gym first. Back then he hadn't yet had any visible marks.

The creepy man walked around them to see the boys from every angle. "Nice
changes. You two are excellent anal whores. That's what I should call you,
right? It's the one tattoo you share."

聲gel cleared his throat. "Is uh, is Mike here? We're supposed to meet
him."

Another patron raised his voice. "Mike's here but he went to the back for a
quick cigarette. He said he had a stressful day. I guess he'll be back
soon, but you can get comfortable in the meantime."

"Yeah," said a third guy. "We know why you're here and we generously agreed
to let you use the space."

There was mean laughter around and Caesar shivered at the implication.

The first old man waved at the small stage, shined upon by blindingly
bright lights. "Why don't you get started, boys? Mike could take a while."

聲gel and Caesar walked up to the stage.

"Bro," 聲gel said, "what do we do here? I don't wanna get fucking
torture by these gross fuckers."

Music began to play at high volume. It was too sensual to be regular heavy
metal, but to hardcore to be typical porn music.

"I think," Caesar said, "they want a show. Maybe that's the next task."

"I don't fucking wanna."

"We have to get it done or we'll be stuck here. The sooner the fucking
better."

Caesar had mentally checked out. He was going to humiliate himself in any
way necessary. That way this would all be over soon and he could go back to
his old life. Nothing would be the same but he didn't want to think about
that right now.

He hopped onto the stage and began to dance. Since he had no other
experience but from watching videos of female strippers he did his best to
imitate those, given the limitations on his movement. Not having his hands
free meant a lot more moment from the torso was necessary to seem like
dancing. He did his best to engage his legs, since those were the least
restrained body part, but rapid motion caused his ball weight to swing. He
had to be slow and deliberate.

One trick was to turn around a lot and bend and twist instead of dancing
properly.

The crowed loved it and 聲gel felt the pressure because he joined
seconds later.

Together the boys fell into a rhythm that made sure one of them was always
moving, so they got a few seconds of rest alternately.

Several minutes passed until Mike returned. "What are you doing?"

"Is... is that not the task?" 聲gel asked.

"What? No. But you should be on stage, at least that's right. Remember,
every new task needs an audience to count."

Mike jumped up on the platform and tossed a coin in the air. "Heads. That's
you, Caesar."

"What do I have to do?"

"Nothing. Just hold still. 聲gel, you can sit down somewhere, you don't
have to do this one."

The younger was visibly relieved. Surely he also felt bad for his brother
but he showed no hesitation in hopping off the platform.

Mike walked up behind Caesar and with no further warning the man slammed
his hard dick into the glistening boy's ass, remaining fully clothed
otherwise.

While the dick was smaller than either dildo Caesar had felt today, he was
already sore beyond description. Additionally, Mike didn't fuck at Caesar's
pace, no, he fucked with unyielding brutality, shaking the boy's guts as if
he needed to rearrange them.

Caesar screamed. A lot.

Somebody turned the music up. Somebody else shoved a camera in his
face. "Smile," the camera man said. Even through his tears, the boy
recognized the old man from the gym.

The muscle teen did his best to comply. While he strained his face into a
smile every other pain on his body was reawakened. The once numbed ball and
nipple torture came back as his body was drilled with vigor.

At least 聲gel was safe this time. That thought gave him comfort.

Then he heard 聲gel's screams of pain. They sounded worse than his own!

"What are- ungl!" he said, "what do you- argh! Do to my- hng! Brother, you
bastaraaaah!"

Mike held the boy's collar to keep him bent over for easy access, but
Caesar could raise his head enough to look into the blinding lights and see
silhouettes beyond.

"We're giving him pleasure," said some guy the boys had never met
before. "We're sounding him."

"What? What is th- urg! Ah!"

"How can you not know that? We're shoving a metal stick down his dick
hole. It hurts like hell when it gets done but once the sound is inside the
dick it feels great. Although with that many men wanting in on the action I
think we'll just shove it in and out over and over so everybody gets a
turn. Speaking of which, mine's coming up."

The "helpful" stranger left and Caesar got pounded on camera while unable
to do anything for his brother.

Mike was not contempt with the anal assault and pulled on Caesar's weighted
nipple chain. Several patrons stepped in, took the clamps off, rubbed and
twisted the boy's nipples and reapplied the clamps at different angles. His
ball stretcher's weights were treated as punching bag.

Caesar was one of the toughest guys he knew, but his breaking point was
exceeded.

The rational part of his mind shut off entirely and he fought. With every
thick, vascular muscle in his body the teen struggled against his
attackers. Everything inside him was consumed by the fight-flight reflex.

It was useless. The men had no problem keeping him restrained. As strong as
he was, he was still half a kid surrounded by several heavy adults and he
was severely restrained. Not to mention the total physical exhaustion he
suffered.

He froze when he felt Mike cum. The proud, straight, alpha teen had his
sore hole defiled forever as he received his first load of cum right up his
guts. It was a completely different experience than what he would have
expected.

Caesar felt so disgusted he puked. It was mostly water but he retched
everything out, feeling so dirty that it was as if filth seeped through his
skin into the essence of his being.

Everybody was greatly amused and commented on his weakness. And it was all
on camera.

Then he lost consciousness.