THE GREATEST SACRIFICE
The strong teens stepped out onto the platform, momentarily blinded by red and blue lights. The room itself was surprisingly dim but full of people in expensive clothing, sitting at tables or standing around.
Caesar paid them no mind. It was inevitable that they would be watching. He saw a few wine bottles stacked into a pyramid on one side of the platform. That explained the unusual amount of people, it was a wine tasting event.
"You first," Caesar said and dropped to his knees. Ángel held his dick up to the older boy's mouth under the shocked screams of the involuntary onlookers.
The younger boy closed his eyes and focused. Caesar knew it was hard to piss with people watching. Having one's brother's face right underneath couldn't make things any easier.
After what seemed like a full minute of motionlessness a short ray of piss hit Caesar's face. It was followed by a more steady one that turned into a full stream. The kneeling boy swallowed dutifully but most ran down his chin and glistening torso.
Once the warm piss flow stopped, he stood up and watched his brother wordlessly sink to the ground. Caesar too closed his eyes to forget what was in front of him. It took forever but eventually he could let lose.
He heard Ángel swallow and felt piss droplets bounce off the younger and back onto himself.
<<That was well done, I think. Honestly, these notes my boss made aren't all that precise I keep realizing. Anyway, it would appear that was not the final task. For the next one you can just stay in place.>>
The boys both breathed easier at that statement. Running from place to place was the most exhausting part of the tasks by now.
<<You have to suck each other's dicks to orgasm. Well, technically any dicks will do but you're not here at the club where all the horny old men are. Help each other out. You're pretty good at that by now.>>
"No," Ángel whispered. "Absolutely not. I'd rather die."
"I just want this to be over," Caesar whispered back. "I want the day to be done. We're almost finished. Come on, bro, it doesn't matter if we suck each other off. We're completely ruined in every possible fucking way already."
"No, this is worse. This isn't forced like your ass fucking was. Don't tell me you turned into a fag."
Caesar spoke slowly. "There is nothing more disgusting to me, but we have to do it or everything was for naught. If we stop, Mike will fucking choke us to death right here, right now. Do you want to end like that?"
"I don't want to end up as a fag."
"You won't. We won't. This is a battle. Against that fucking curse. And we'll win."
The younger boy shook with fear. "Fine. Let's do it."
The audience had fallen completely silent as the straight brothers committed the ultimate sin, making the greatest sacrifice to their honor in all their lives.
They laid down into a sixty nine position. Their unrealistically proportioned dicks poking each other's faces, the boys mentally prepared for the worst possible act. They both retched before their lips even touched the oily, cum crusted fucksticks, rank with the sweat of an entire day.
Within the same second, the boys engulfed each other's huge dick heads. There was no way to take in more than that but it should have been enough either way.
Caesar worked his tongue over the areas he knew were the most sensitive. His licked and kissed and slobbered noisily. Ángel was much less enthusiastic.
Regardless, Caesar's residual horniness turned him erect within a few heartbeats. The piercings on Ángel's tongue worked miracles, adding stimulation to the older boy's oversensitive dick that he hadn't thought possible.
Despite Ángel not doing much, the blowjob gave Caesar a sensation more pleasant that he would have expected. It was the tongue piercings that made the difference and he hoped that his unpierced tongue was enough to reciprocate.
After a surprisingly short time, he came in his brother's mouth, humping the younger's face to force him to swallow the load.
Had any other boy fucked his brother's face, or even asked to fuck Caesar's face, the muscle teen would have destroyed the guy. But now, he did his best to enjoy the orgasm, in spite of the thick dick in his own mouth.
Then he was done and Ángel stopped sucking. But Ángel's own orgasm didn't come. Caesar tried to take in as much dick as possible, which was barely more than the head, and worked his jaw muscles even though he was feeling increasing pain in tongue and jaw.
It wasn't enough. Ángel didn't come.
Caesar stopped sucking. "Bro, I have an idea. You need something tighter than my mouth. As soon as you're about to cum you have to put it back in my mouth, though."
"What are you saying, dude?"
Wordlessly, Caesar sat up, pushed his brother into a position where the younger sat on his own knees and then sank down on him.
Caesar used the slipperiness of their oiled up skin to slide Ángel's impossible dick into his ass and rode the kneeling boy face to face.
While Ángel stared in shock, he didn't protest.
Riding as fast and wild as possible was painful even though Caesar was still decently stretched and quite numb. His high pitched moans mixed with Ángel's.
He didn't want his girly voice to sound through the place. There was only one way to muffle each other. Caesar brought their lips together and shoved his tongue into Ángel's mouth.
It wasn't really a kiss, they just kept each other quiet – badly – but it would certainly have looked like a passionate make out session. Although to anyone watching, the ass fucking was probably the more egregious part. At least nobody knew they were brothers.
Ángel shook and for a moment Caesar thought the desired orgasm was happening. Then he noticed the panic in Ángel's eyes, who was looking into the crowd.
Caesar slightly turned his head to see what was going on.
The two boys were so much into weight lifting that everyone they knew was aware of it and never expected them to respond to messages if they were at the gym. That led to many short notice activities going on without them. Activities that could include a wine tasting.
On a table near the platform was Caesar's and Ángel's entire extended family – parents, uncles, aunts and cousins.
He couldn't quite see the features of their faces from the corner of his eyes but it was clear they had recognized them, since they were the only table where nobody was filming the action.
Caesar clenched his ass in terror and Ángel came. The younger shoved his brother off his dick, making the older boy fall on his back. Then Ángel knelt down over Caesar and shoved his dick full of all sorts of fluids forcefully into the gasping boy's mouth.
Caesar caught most of the cum and did his best to lick everything off the dick head.
They had to run. They wouldn't stay a second longer.
Both boys shot up from their position and bolted for the door. But it didn't open from that side. They were locked out. Or in, whatever.
With one look into each other's eyes, they silently agreed to go the only available route.
The sweaty muscle teens jumped off the platform and ran between the tables. There was a lot of commotion and noise but they rushed past the entire wine tasting bunch into the regular mall and didn't stop or look back. Caesar was aware that they had at some point passed by their family's table but he had tunnel vision. He only gunned for the exit and nothing could deter him.
After an eternity, they made it outside and stumbled down the stairs into the parking lot. Still, they didn't stop and rushed back into the city.
<<I'm not sure if you messed it up or what, but it looks like that wasn't the final task either. The possibilities are narrowed down a lot by this point so just come back. I looked over my boss's notes again and it gave me an idea.>>