SIMPLE RESOLUTION
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 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.>>
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.