A WALK IN THE PARK
As soon as the boys entered the public toiled they rushed to the sink and quenched their thirst.
The piss stained, dim, shabby, tiled room was no place to stay but they had a mission. Then they could get the last task done.
The package was indeed under the sink. Caesar had been worried it might have gotten stolen and they would have to do who knows what to get it back.
The moment he tore it open, his courage left him. It was getting worse. Much worse.
"What is this stuff?" Ángel asked innocently.
Caesar sighed. "Bondage gear. And we're supposed to use all of it. I'd say we rock-paper-scissors for each item and then try to figure out how to wear them."
Without even looking at the instructions the boys distributed the items amongst themselves. Then somebody entered. Well it was a public place but everybody had seen them walk in. It was clear right away that the elderly man had hoped to find them in here.
"Anything I can do for you, my boys?" he said sweetly.
"Um we..." Caesar began. "We're just here to try on some new stuff and uh..."
"Oh that is a lot of gear. Do you need somebody with experience to help you out?"
Caesar shrugged. Ángel nodded slowly, unsure if the man could mean them harm.
"I guess," the younger said, "we'll need help with some of this so..."
"Great!" the man said and picked the first item off the piss stained ground.
It was surprisingly painful to have his nipples clamped, Caesar found out. A thin chain connected the tight clamps and the man didn't hesitate to use it as a way to force the muscle teen into position for the other items.
Ángel's nipples weren't spared either. There was no chain but the clamps were larger and weightier. Clearly the man assumed the boys had at least some experience because he was anything but gentle.
To Caesar's great shock the orbs he had won in rock-paper-scissors were additional ball weights that increased the weight to a total of six pounds. He was sure his sack would explode any second. He didn't get a chance to protest because a bit gag was inserted into his mouth, keeping his lips apart. He bit down on the bar and tired not to cry.
On Ángel's turn the young teen got ten pound ankle weights to each foot and his wrists were cuffed behind his back. It would be difficult for him to walk fast, let alone run. The boy politely thanked the man for his help.
A fairly heavy looking iron bar was pushed under Ángel's elbows to make him raise his arms away from his back. The bar got tied in place by roping it to his biceps. The boy was now in a position that pushed out his chest and ass. The marks were still clearly visible – one above and one below the bar.
The man was almost finished but Caesar got one more item. His ears were plugged with detached headphone pieces which had to be expensive ones because they were perfectly noise cancelling. He was effectively deaf.
Ángel was gaged with a ring gag that kept his pierced tongue visible.
Then it was over. Or so Caesar thought.
The "helpful" man bent down and retrieved ropes that the boy had considered part of the wrapping. They were strong, thick, black ropes. He couldn't hear what the man said but it became obvious that they weren't done yet.
To Caesar's shock the man bent down and fiddled Ángel's balls, securing the rope on the ball separator. The loose ends were tied to the younger teen's toes. Cruelly, the rope was a bit short and Ángel had to bend his knees slightly to keep from tearing off his oversized crown jewels. Walking would be even more difficult now.
As much as Caesar felt for his brother he wished the man would use more ropes on Ángel so there would be less for himself. He was not so lucky.
As much as the oiled up muscle teen flinched, the man took great joy in tying the nipple chain to the cock ring, lovingly stroking the hard dick, which made Caesar shiver in disgust more than anything else the man had done.
Then Caesar's big toes were tied together at less than shoulder width, making his steps small. Lastly the man produced another item that they boys had forgotten to take out of the box. Caesar cursed into the gag. Why was this man so thorough?
With the last rope the man fixed the item to the collar and hung it down Caesar's back. The boy had his hands free. Whatever the man would do he could easily undo later. He wasn't too worried.
But the man stepped behind the teen and pulled the rope, forcing the boy into an arch to keep from falling backwards. The rope was pulled as much as possible without choking Caesar, then something entered his ass hole.
An anal hook was shoved into his tight, still burning guts which kept the rope tense. It would not be possible to remove the hook without tearing his ass apart of choking his life out. The free hands wouldn't help him there.
At last the man removed on of Caesar's muffs to let him hear.
"Beautiful." The man picked up the sign with their names and the unknown address. "Caesar and Ángel. Beautiful names for beautiful boys. I assume you're brothers? I'll definitely check you boys out when I have the time. Well, see you then."
He left them alone after deafening the older boy again.
There was no way to communicate with Ángel in a reasonable fashion so the boys just stood around and suffered in silence.
The mirrors were low enough to let them see the new marks that appeared on their bodies. Caesar had his own tramp stamp now, adorning the words "CUM INSIDE ME". He had also gotten a matching "ANAL WHORE" tattoo on his shoulder blades, the only mark he had in common with his brother. Ángel on the other hand had gotten a mark along his big biceps stating "THIS ANALSLAVE WORSHIPS ALPHA DICK" and one running along his leg that said "THIS ANALSLAVE LOVES CUM PISS AND SWEAT".
As devastating as this was, the boys barely had the nerve to care. They still didn't know what to do next and somebody could walk in anytime – somebody not as inclined to be understanding and "helpful".
The door opened and Caesar feared the worst but the person who entered was Mike. He looked at them for a while and pulled one of Caesar's ear plugs out to let him hear.
"I see you've prepared without me. Good job."
The torturer flicked both boy's nipples and delighted in the muffled screams he caused. "Next station is the mall. You know, the big one. A shop with red curtains. Get there."
Without stating any reasons he tied their collars back together. This time he blindfolded Ángel. Caesar became deafened by ear plugs again and Mike left.
There was only one thing to do. Get to the mall.
The older boy couldn't talk to Ángel and would not be able to hear him in turn. He was mute and deaf, the younger was mute and blind. They were both in impossible stress positions.
They would have to go very slowly to avoid Ángel falling down.
After a moment of deliberation the glistening muscle teen pulled his brother along and they walked outside.
Caesar's whole body was under more stress than he had thought possible. This was torture, plain and simple. Mike would have to pay eventually. The idea of revenge was the only thing keeping his mind from shattering at the stress level.
His dick leaked precum through the pouch. He could feel the gob stick to his stomach since he still had to keep his back in a painful arch.
All around people shouted at them in disgust. What they said was impossible for Caesar to hear. While Ángel heard everything he was unable to see the strangers who cursed at the boy's perverse appearance.
The walk back to the mall would take all day. Caesar really didn't want to remain in the same position for that long. He was at the brink of insanity. His back, shoulders, balls and hole were in pain that was simply unbearable. The boy would have killed to get free.
He could only keep himself from crying by focusing on the all-consuming horniness that seeped through his awareness.
To cut the journey short he dragged Ángel to the bus stop. The younger boy would have no way of knowing why they stood in the same place for several minutes. If any of the people waiting at the station said anything was impossible to know but Ángel would hear them and could hopefully conclude what his older brother had planned.
It was a low floor bus with a lot of standing room so Caesar pulled Ángel inside through the backdoor, hoping nobody would ask to see their nonexistent tickets.
When the bus moved it became clear that Ángel had not known what was going on since he lost his balance and stumbled. Keeping from falling down, the boys choked each other repeatedly as they tried to keep themselves upright in the shaking vehicle.
The looks of disgust and alarm all around were unmissinterpretable but Caesar had no way of obfuscating his marks or gear so he tried to seem as if this was a normal activity for him. He looked out the window and tried to focus on the velvet rubbing his achingly hard dick. The ride lasted ten minutes but was the most humiliating experience the boy could imagine.
If he had seen a guy dressed the way he looked now with the same marks, he would have insulted the perverse fag and distributed pictured to all his friends so they could make fun of the fag together. Apparently many passengers though the same and took pictured with a grin. It was still better than the ones looking angry as if ready to attack the brothers the moment they did anything rash.
He pulled Ángel along as they got off at the mall and made his way up the stairs very slowly to allow his blindfolded brother a save passage up. Literally every pair of eyes was on them.
He had to find a shop with red curtains. Where should he even start looking? This could take forever.