FINALLY OVER?
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.