Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2016 16:38:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: thirteen marks part 30

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SIMPLE RESOLUTION

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The way back to the bar was entirely different. After seeing his family, it
came into sharp focus that Caesar had no life to go back to. This wasn't a
nightmare that would be over once he had found the last task. No, this was
a permanent change to his life.

Both boys felt more shame than they could express. None of this was their
fault. They only wanted to survive. And yet it would be impossible to
restore their image after all that had happened.

As they entered the bar again, they feared the worst. What would they have
to do now?

"Ah, good. You're back," Mike said. "You know, I remembered that you
already succeeded at some tasks so it would be no problem to fail at all
the others. You only have to initiate them, not complete them. You can just
accept the marks."

"This... this was unnecessary?" Ángel said.

"Oh no, it was absolutely necessary, but it wouldn't have been the end of
the world if you had not managed to swallow all the semen for example. Now
the next and hopefully last task is to be in as much pain as possible. But
since you don't need to succeed we only have to get started, not finish."

"So... only a little pain?" Caesar asked.

"Pretty much. Now boys, get ready over there. These gentlemen have
volunteered to assist you. In the meantime I'll call my boss and see if
there's anything else I should do. I wanted to surprise him with my results
once it was all over but I guess I should involve him already."

Caesar and Ángel walked over to two chairs where they were told to put
their hands on the seats so they would stand stably bent over.

No warning came before canes smashed down on their asses.

Their behinds were tormented with ten strokes, followed by their backs,
then their legs, then their balls. They ended up crying harder than they
had all day. It wasn't even that the pain was worse than what they had
already gone through. It was that it was inflicted by strangers who
delighted in making them suffer. The rest of Caesar's masculinity wished
for nothing more than to fight for his honor and stop the assault.

Then they waited, skin burning, to receive the marks that came with failing
to be in more pain than that. In the meantime the men who had hurt them
reapplied oil to keep the boys smoothly slick. The men said it was to help
the skin heal but the way they touched the brothers it was clear they only
wanted a handful of teen muscle.

The tingling appeared in Caesar's anus.

"What... what's happening to my hole? What's that mark doing?"

Mike was done with the phone call he had been making. "Oh that's the one
that makes your sphincter re-tighten immediately as soon as it's not kept
open. If a dick is pulled out it closes right up like a virgin."

Ángel huffed. "Well, no fucking chance a dick is ever entering my ass
again. No fucking way."

The man shrugged. "I guess that's reasonable. I don't think any of the
tasks that are left require that. If you tried something and didn't like it
you shouldn't do it again."

Was Mike really that oblivious? Caesar desperately wanted to strangle the
guy. This man acted as if he was doing them a favor. As if he was helping
them in a situation they had stumbled into by accident. Did this guy really
fail to acknowledge his role in all this? Apparently so.

<<Hello boys,>> said a new voice through the collars. <<I'm Mike's boss,
the attorney who normally takes on cases like yours. I'm sorry my assistant
ruined your day. Don't worry, I have everything under control.>>

The boys froze at the news. Mike's boss? Hopefully the guy was less of a
bumbling, self-obsessed fool.

<<First, you should head back into the city,>> the attorney said. <<It's
dark by now. Stay out of the street light's range and you should make it
mostly unseen.>>

Caesar and Ángel rushed out of the bar and returned to the commercial
district. The attorney gave surprisingly helpful tips on where to move in
order to avoid people in the area. The encroaching darkness of night was to
their advantage.

<<You're about to enter the commercial district. There are going to be
lights everywhere and people all around even though they'll be fairly
sparse. Just move quickly. Your goal is the gym.>>

Through the side ache, Caesar said "How bad is it going to be. What are our
lives going to become now?"

<<Well, kid, if you want to know. You're national news, but only for
gossip-type websites and gay magazines. In certain communities you're
already famous. Since your names are known, everybody who wants to find out
where you live and go to school and so on has an easy time doing so. Of
course your own class mates do the most when it comes to making fun of
you. I suggest you don't look at your social media, ever.>>

The boys jogged in silence, the only sound being their enormous packages
slapping left and right, and soon they arrived at the gym.

<<Here's the deal,>> the attorney said. <<The way your part of the curse is
set up you should have been able to make any task the last one. The
question for me was why it never stopped no matter what you did.>>

The boys walked up the stairs. It was a 24 hour gym and they would have
needed their key cards to get in at this time. Luckily there was a keypad
and since the boys were such avid gym bunnies they knew their emergency
codes by heart to get in even if they forgot their cards.

Ángel opened the door with his code and Caesar followed him
inside. Luckily the front desk was already vacated.

<<The solution was simple once I traced back Mike's steps. You never
properly completed the training task at the gym. The curse was confused
because you hadn't technically finished this one but were constantly
starting new ones. Nothing you did after leaving the gym was necessary and
actually counterproductive. I'll give Mike an official reprimand.>>

Caesar was seething. Unnecessary? Riding a dildo, getting fucked, racing
through town in bondage gear, sucking his brother's dick in front of the
whole family – was unnecessary?

Ángel looked down on himself, at his piercings and marks, and likely had
similar thoughts.

<<You only have to complete the workout. There's one more minute to it. You
can get started anytime, the task will pick up again.>>

Resigned to his fate, Caesar walked into the gym. The few present patrons
stared in shock at the naked, glistening boys with impossibly large tools,
but it was likely they had already heard or seen that the duo was running
around town.

Nobody tried to engage the boys who fought down tears of anger and relieve
as they did simple exercises with minimal weights. Shrugs, biceps curls,
hammer curls, cable raises – all things that had brought joy and comfort
to their lives until today.

A different kind of tingling set in. One that felt like the exact opposite
of all the ones that had accompanied mark appearances.

It was that simple. They were free. That was all it took.

Two very angry boys stood naked in their favorite gym, a place they would
never be able to go back to, just like any other place in the city. They
could not show themselves in public ever again. They were the brothers who
had sucked and fucked in front of countless people and the entire internet.

<<If you're worried about what to do next, I can help. Meet me outside.>>


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The next part will be the final instalment of thirteen marks. The story has
turned into something pretty amazing but one premise can only be varied up
so many times before I run out of steam. Without reader feedback I wouldn't
have crafted the wonderful experiences of Eli and the brothers.