Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2016 21:34:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: Thirteen marks part 31

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HOW IT ALL ENDS

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It was only a few weeks later but it felt like an eternity. Which was
appropriate for an experience straight from hell.

The attorney had promised to help the brothers. In a way he was doing just
that. The boys couldn't be seen in public and had no desire to interact
with anyone they once knew. But on the other hand the "help" was not any
less nightmarish than the curse itself.

As it turned out, the attorney was about to retire and hand his work over
to others, including the bumbling assistant Mike. Which put the brothers
ultimately into Mike's care.

Caesar had known that things were not going his way when Mike had refused
to take the choke-collars off. Since cutting the boys' breath could only
last so long without killing them, Mike made copious use of the collar's
electroshock function. Whenever he wanted to see them in his office he
would send a brutal shock through both their bodies for way longer than
necessary and then speak through the collar to the boy he wanted to see,
which would be perfectly sufficient without the torture.

It quickly turned out that the attorney was a competent and relatively fair
man while Mike was outright evil and continued to act as if the brothers
had brought it all upon themselves.

Most nights one of the boys had to give Mike his "good night fuck". Caesar
had a hard time deciding if he hated oral or anal more. While Mike's dick
was disgusting in his mouth and swallowing cum still made the boy retch,
the pain from ass fucking was akin to tearing his guts out, thanks to the
mark that kept his sphincter perpetually self-tightening.

Ángel was going through the same thing of course but due to the
piercings Mike liked to twist and flick the younger to tears as well.

Some days the boys served as assistants to Mike, making copies, brewing
coffee and so on. They weren't allowed to be seen by clients since all they
could wear was a flimsy dick pouch that covered basically nothing.

But just because they worked for the man and served him in the bedroom did
not mean they got to live with him or that he paid them. Oh no, they still
had to earn rent.

They lived together in a cupboard sized room above the bar where Caesar had
been tortured into unconsciousness. The only noteworthy piece of furniture
was a sex swing hanging in the middle of the place.

If either of the boys wanted, they could tell Mike to send them clients and
would entertain the men for an hour. The money from that went to Mike
directly who took a cut before adding it to their rent.

But since the "entertainment" usually consisted of pain and sex, the
brothers agreed to only use this offer as a last resort when the bar's
owner threatened eviction. So far that had only happened once but the boys
hadn't even lived there for a full month.

Their "real" job was at the bar itself. The teens' job description included
taking orders, making drinks, cleaning tables – and of course flirting
with the costumers, who saw nothing wrong with putting their hands on the
minors' bodies wherever they wanted.

That might not sound so bad, but the bar quickly gained notoriety with a
certain type of man. Guys from all over the country came by to see the
brothers who had fucked in public. Business was booming and it seemed that
costumers got more daring every day, with some shoving their fingers up the
boys' holes as they walked by.

Whenever the patrons wanted they could insist on a presentation of the
skills they had seen in the video that had been made in the bar on the day
of the curse. Caesar and Ángel danced on stage, often with some
restraining gear.

Certainly the boys would have gone insane and their minds would have broken
at the humiliation. Perhaps surprisingly they adjusted well due to the
simple fact that they were allowed to keep doing what brought them to most
joy in life – weight lifting.

If anything they had more time for their hobby now since it doubled as
work. Some men liked to watch the naked muscle teens get sweaty and
exhausted from a hard lifting routine.

While working at the bar kept their rent reasonably low, they still had
other expenses. And so they found a new way to milk their fame – using
the fact that not every man who wanted to see them could afford to travel
to the bar.


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The muscle teen brothers stood very close to each other because there
wasn't much space in their room but also to fit into the frame.

An ultrahigh definition camera was by far the most expensive item they
owned. Posing, oiling up, wrestling, sexy dancing and simply being dumb,
jockish teen boys. Those were the activities for today's live show –as
always.

The subscribers loved their antics to much that the boys could afford a lot
of nice things that Mike would have never provided for them. Sometimes
their internet audience was even contempt watching them play video games or
see who could eat the most hamburgers.

Of course the viewers expected a certain kind of action and the brothers
had to deliver. It was standard practice by now to wear cock rings at all
times during filming to ensure that their enormous rods were prominently
displayed.

At the end of every weekly broadcast, the audience got the climax they had
subscribed for.

Caesar and Ángel made out. It had become a sort of game to them and the
initial disgust was long gone. Of course it helped that they were
perpetually horny and had no chance to meet a girl ever again.

Their kisses were rough, almost a small fight. By turning it into a
struggle for dominance the activity had become bearable to them.


Every so often they jerked off together. There was really no point in
posing for an hour in front of the camera with an unnaturally hard erection
if they didn't cum in most broadcasts. This was what kept the subscriber
numbers climbing.

Caesar shot his load second, spraying his pecs while Ángel already
cleaned himself.

"That was great," he said to the camera, "I hope you'll watch again next
week. Bye."

The older brother turned off the device and wiped the cum off his ripped
body.

"You know what, Ángel? I think we almost made so much money that we
don't have to take any costumers. But one or two will still be necessary."

The younger boy sighed. "I fucking wish we could get more viewers."

"We are. It just takes time."

Ángel frowned. "No, I want it faster. If we're known to the whole
internet as the Anal Whore Bros we should at least get as fucking famous as
possible. Milk the perverts for all they've fucking got."

"How?"

The younger grinned. "Next time you blow me. Boom. A million new subs."

Caesar flinched. "Are you fucking insane?"

"Why not? You've done it before."

"So have you, fucker. Bad enough that all these gross men and Mike use my
holes as they please, I'm not serving my little bro, too."

"Fine," Ángel said, "We'll toss a fucking coin."

"What?"

"Come on, dude. More money means more freedom, right?"

As fucked up as their lives were, Caesar still wanted to make the best of
it, and if there was a way to stop getting costumer's dicks in his ass that
was worth considering.

"Alright, Ángel, we'll be the best fucking Anal Whore Bros the world has
ever seen. For the money."

They high fived and went straight to the video game console. Whoever won
three rounds was going to get his dick sucked live on air next week.

In another room, unbeknownst to the boys, the bar owner was looking at his
screen which showed footage from the camera he had hidden in the brothers'
ceiling light. So they were going to make more money soon. Well, he
couldn't have his costumers turned away, Mike would agree with that. I
sounded like the Anal Whore Bros would find their rent suddenly
doubled. There would be no going back for them. And no escape.


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Thanks for reading. Wow that was a lot of cruel torture. But it's still
more of a happy ending than Van and Eli got. At least the brothers have
each other. If you liked it, please tell me, I want to know your favorite
part.