Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2016 22:02:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: thirteen marks part 23

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A NEW PERSPECTIVE

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The attorney was a good man. Sure, he exploited Van and Eli, but only
because there wasn't any way to save them from the curse. However, he
wasn't the most scientifically minded guy.

His assistant Mike on the other hand was very interested in the finer
details of curses and their mechanics.

Mike was a tall, slender blond in his thirties, who had worked for the
attorney a few years now. When he read the report on the curse that had
spliced off to Eli he got an idea. Was it possible to transfer a curse
entirely and free the original victim? If he could get Van and Eli freed
that would be huge news.

Mike studied the family's history to find suitable guinea pigs.

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Caesar was a distant relative to Van. His own family knew nothing of the
original deal, but they clearly profited from it, too. This was evidenced
by the superior genetics Caesar obviously had.

The Hispanic seventeen year old was not as outrageously muscular as Eli,
but he wasn't training for mass – he was training for aesthetics. The
teen with light brown skin and short curly hair had a lithe, vascular body
like few boys could even dream of.

Caesar's attire of tank tops, basketball shorts and sneakers in clashing
colors made it clear that he was a jockish musclehead who left no doubt
about his dominance. The swagger in his walk and the intimidating glare on
his face underlined this impression.

Mike went to the same gym as the boy, which he had specifically arranged to
spy on him. And on his brother.

Caesar had a fourteen year old sibling, who looked like a mini version of
himself. The boy called Ángel already showed the signs of muscle growth,
his body being visibly toned all over. The babyface and reduced height was
all that kept Ángel from looking just as intimidating, despite the fact
that he wasn't yet built like a tank.

For a few days, Mike listened in on their asinine conversations about
weightlifting, sports, cars and which girl they would like to fuck. Then he
put his high-tech plan into action.

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It was a normal day for Caesar and Ángel, except for one thing. This
morning they had found a package in the mail containing two "samples" of a
revolutionary new device designed to increase blood flow into muscles, aid
nutritional intake and all sorts of other things.

Of course the boys were highly skeptical about this marketing yadda yadda,
but since the samples were free, they might as well try.

So when they entered the gym that Saturday midmorning, they brought the
package with them.

The boys said hello to the front desk guy, greeted the men in the gym and
made their way into the locker room at the end of the building.

Caesar opened the package and retrieved two large, thin, black metal
rings. "Hey bro, the instructions say those are collars. Wear the things as
tight to the skin as possible for maximum blabla. Dude, I hope these work."

Ángel snatched one. "Especially for you, bro. You're fucking tiny."

"Fuck off," Caesar said with a smile. "Let's just fucking put'em on." The
device clicked shut. "Like that... wait, how the fuck do we get them open
again."

"I don't fucking know, bro," Ángel said. "Mine doesn't come off
either. Lemme see yours."

Suddenly a voice echoed through the boy's brains. It came from vibrations
in the collar that traveled into their skulls. It was as if somebody held a
loudspeaker to the backs of their heads, playing a voice only they could
hear.

<<Hello Caesar and Ángel,>> said the deep voice.

"What the fuck?" Caesar screamed into the air. "Who's that?"

<<I am Mike. I want to test a hypothesis and for that I need your
cooperation. To make things short, I will attempt a few things
simultaneously with you completing certain tasks.>>

"No! Fuck you!" Caesar shouted and tore at his collar. An electric shock
sent him to the ground, trembling with spasms. He saw Ángel hit the
floor, too. Then the boys' collars tightened and cut their airflow
entirely.

The teens stared at each other afraid for their lives, their thick muscles
uselessly spasming. Then the collars loosened again and they struggled for
breath.

<<I hope I don't need to demonstrate this very often. But I won't hesitate
if I need to. Will you cooperate?>>

"Yes," croaked Caesar. Ángel simple nodded, unable to speak through his
fast breathing.

<<One of you go to the front desk and ask for the package Mike left
you. Then come back to the locker room.>>

Caesar bolted out of the room and rushed through the training area to the
front desk. He retrieved the item and dashed back, fearing what Mike would
do to him or Ángel if he wasn't fast enough.

"Okay, I'm back. What now?" he said to nobody in particular, assuming Mike
could hear them through the collars somehow.

<<Now strip completely. The collars should be the only thing you wear.>>

The memory of suffocation still on their minds, the boys followed the
order. They were in a locker room, being naked was perfectly normal
here. At top speed they took of their shirts, flicked off their shoes and
slipped their shorts down.

When the socks dropped to the ground, two firm, lithe, tanned bodies stood
around aimlessly in the nude. One was masculine, one boyish, but they both
had thicker muscles than any boys there age as well as some good amount of
body hair.

<<Now go shower. I have to do some work on my end.>>

That was easy enough. It didn't really make sense to shower before the
workout but if all the tasks were going to be that simple Caesar saw no
reason to fight.

"Hey Ángel," he said, "I think we can just fucking play this guy's game
and be done with it."

"I sure fucking hope so."

The boys began to shower in separate stalls. It took only a few second
before a strange shiver set in, running up and down Caesar's body – a
tingling sensation with no discernable origin. He blamed it on the water
temperature and adjusted the heat.

Then he saw his pubes flowing down the drain. He was losing his body hair –
all of it.

"What the fuck? What's happening? Ángel, help me."

The younger boy left his cubicle and looked into Caesar's. Both brothers
were bald all over their bodies, including their crotches and arm pits. And
on their heads. They were skinheads now, perfectly smooth.

<<Did it work, boys? Did you feel a tingling?>>

"Yes," Ángel said, "What the fuck happened? We're fucking bald. I have
no more hair under my arms. That's no look for a man."

<<Ah, you already caught up on the whole body marks. Hairlessness,
interesting. Please try to wear something.>>

The brothers grabbed their towels with dispassion and slung them around
their hips. Immediately an unbearably burning itch spread across Caesar's
skin as if he was standing way too close to an open fire while being
devoured by ants.

"Fuck!"

He dropped the towel and was fine again. Ángel had the same experience
by the looks of it.

<<Great. You will forever be unable to wear clothes. But don't worry. If my
predictions are correct I can free you from the curse later. >>

Caesar was seething with rage. "You did this to me? I'll find where you're
hiding and kill-"

He stopped as he realized the change in his voice. He sounded high pitched
and smooth – extremely girlish. There was even a slight lisp to his
speech. Ángel also tried to cuss at Mike but found his voice affected as
well.

"No, please," Ángel said with his new voice. "We sound faggy as
fuck. This can't be true. This is a nightmare."

<<It's fascinating how strongly the curse latched onto you two. Maybe I
overdid it. There should be one more change coming.>>

"Oh no," Caesar said. "Please no more, I can't take-"

He felt the change take place. The tingling was in his dick. He
panicked. Would he lose his tool? Would it shrink? Would it turn into a
pussy?

The dick grew immensely in every dimension and so did the balls. His
package hung low and huge. Ángel went through the same.

The younger boy flexed his biceps. "Fuck yeah, that's a good one. That I
can get used to. But seriously, the voice is for faggots. I can't stop
fucking lisping."

<<Now open the package and take out the fabric items. One for each. Put
those on. Don't worry, it is the largest piece of clothing you can still
wear while cursed.>>

Still a bit wet, the seventeen and the fourteen year old made it back to
their locker nude. A few men had walked in but nobody paid much
attention. Those who knew the boys said hello but they didn't even comment
on the change of hairstyle.

Caesar retrieved the two items of clothing. Black velvety panties. They
were really just a square with three inches along each side held by two
shoestrings. The flimsy things couldn't even qualify as a jockstrap.

<<The gym policy says you can wear anything as long as the essential parts
are covered, so I think you won't get into trouble. The next step is to
work out. Actually, I want to test something else. You're not able to wear
shoes anymore but the one's I've supplied still might work.>>

Ángel pulled black flip flops from the package and slipped into them. He
didn't suffer the super-rash from before. Flip flops were save.

Wearing a collar, a tiny dick pouch and their new shoes, the boys entered
the gym. The large penises had turned into a disadvantage because the pouch
could barely hold the boys' packages.

Following Mike's instructions, the brothers lifted medium weights and made
sure they always switched to a new exercise if they were close to failure.

Caesar had to admit, it was kind of fun. He liked showing off his body,
even if everyone stared at the obscene presentation. He did a full body
routine, making sure not to tire himself out and to always be busy. Mike
didn't say anything so he was probably satisfied.

Amidst the patrons of all ages and demographics, two muscular teens lifted
weights almost naked. Ten minutes later Mike called again. It hadn't been
enough time to get into the mood, but training always made Caesar horny, so
he was glad to be allowed to stop before the pouch turned into a tent.

<<I think this isn't working. I tried finding the new order of tasks but I
think I need to revise this. Go back to the package and use all the items
inside.>>

"Dude," Ángel said on his way back, "this game is almost fun. Still hate
my voice but Mike said he'll free us at the end, right?"

"Sure fucking hope he does. I'll kill him if not. I'm not talking like a
fag for the rest of my life."

Back at the locker they peaked into the package and found written
instructions for the rest of the items.

Two big bottles of baby oil took up most of the space. They had to get
oiled up perfectly without missing a spot. The hairlessness came in handy
there. Even their smooth asses and dicks had to be glistening. It took them
a while and they had to help each other with their backs, but eventually
they sparkled from bald head to toe.

It was a disgusting and perverse sight. Caesar felt sick. He looked like a
stripper in a bar for fags. His muscles looked better with the oil, each
highlight and cut more pronounced, but the flimsy attire made him feel on
display.

The next items were rings, similar looking to, but not nearly as big as,
the collars.

According to the instructions they were cock rings and had to go over dick
and balls. With their enlarge genitals it was a struggle to fit the
rings. As soon as Caesar returned his pouch into place his member began to
grow semi-hard.

After making sure Ángel was also wearing his cock ring properly, Caesar
tried to figure out the next item. It turned out he had to take his dick
from the pouch again to apply it. The thing was a ball spreader that
separated his smooth, overgrown balls, making them look as if about to
explode. And if that wasn't weird enough there was a chain attached to it
that hung down almost to his knees.

"Fucking hell," Ángel said, "There's no fucking way we can hide these
chains. Everyone will see the spreaders and our huge balls. And then
they'll see the cock ring."

"I know, it's not helping that I'm getting a fucking hard-on. I'm basically
fully hard already. Let's just finish up."

The last item was a two pound metal orb for each of the boys.

The instructions were clear. Caesar sighed. This was going to be
difficult. The orbs had to be attached to the chains, adding their weight
to the ball sack and stretching it severely.

To make the whole ordeal even more obvious, the balls were big enough to
force their thighs apart a bit. Just enough to give the boys the appearance
of somebody who wanted to draw attention to his ball torture device.

<<You're glistening all over and have put on the items. Very well, it's
time to get out and do the task properly this time. I'll tell you when you
can stop exercising.>>

Ángel groaned. "Are you fucking crazy? The staff will kick us out!"

<<You can thank me for my foresight. I ordered pizza for the whole
staff. They're in the break room. As long as nobody rings the front desk
bell there won't be anyone to kick you out. Unless you anger another gym
member. Now go, or I'll have to choke you again.>>

Awkwardly, the humiliated duo waddled outside with thighs a bit apart and
swaying as a result. Even if they hadn't been dressed the way they were,
the oily shine on their skins would have grabbed everybody's attention.

The boys separated silently and Caesar grabbed a barbell. As he started
doing squats with light weight on his back, he was approached by an older
man who he had seen at the gym many times.

"My my," the man said, "You're dressed quite interestingly. Mind telling me
what makes you wear that?"

"I uh..." Caesar said, dumbfounded. "I just heard that clothes trap heat
unequally and a smooth layer of oil will make sure it's perfectly
distributed." Still squatting, the boy kept making things up. "And the
weight on my, uh, on my lower area, well that's just that. Additional
weight. I used to have weights on my wrists but those were just in the way
all the time."

The man seemed satisfied with the answer. Whether he believed it was a
different matter.

"And your name is?"

"C-Caesar."

The man didn't give his own name. "You look like a total boyslut, you know
that?"

"I, uh... sure, yeah." Caesar felt his massive, rock hard dick twitch
involuntarily. Seriously, his tool had to be against the laws of anatomy as
known to science.

"How about we take a little rest in the locker room and-"

"Sorry, no! Just here to train. Gotta keep up to stick to the schedule."

Caesar dropped the barbell and walked quickly over to the shoulder
press. He sat on his towel to make sure nobody was going to complain about
oil stains.

Another man approached him. A huge, buff, hairy one.

"Well Caesar, you sure changed."

"H-Hey, Tom." The boy recognized the big guy since they had talked a few
times before. Tom wasn't a regular costumer at the gym but he came by every
few weeks at least.

"Last time I saw you I could have sworn you're a jock. You changed your
style a lot. I guess you came out?"

"I'm uh..."

"It's fine, kiddo. If anyone's giving you trouble about it just tell
me. I'll help with any problem. If you wanna thank me, I'm sure you can
think of something."

"S-sure I'll tell you right away if anything's the matter."

Tom winked and added. "I like your voice the way it is. A shame you always
tried to sound deeper. Happy you found a way to be yourself."

"Thanks, uh... I'm just gonna..."

Caesar left and made his way to the leg abductor. That was a mistake
because the movements of his legs rubbed the velvety fabric on his dick
head and he shivered with pleasure. He had to focus on something else.

Yet another man approached him. This one's name was Larry and they had
known each other since Caesar had started weight lifting years ago.

The boy was prepared to repeat the tale of heat distribution or admit to
coming out recently. But Larry only winked and made a call-me gesture.

Finally, Mike came back.

<<It seems everything's fine. You can stop and go back to the locker
rooms. Grab your stuff if you want and then go outside.>>

Caesar met up with Ángel and they retreated into the locker room. But
before they could get to their lockers, Tom stepped in the way.

"Hey boys, I love your new look. And that you've chosen the same one tells
me how close you are. I can't even say whose tongue I'd rather feel on my
dick first."

"Look Tom," Caesar said, "We're not... we don't have time right now and
uh."

"Don't worry boys, we're not doing it here where we could be seen. I have a
key for the closet. Did you know I used to work here?"

Ángel stepped back. "Sorry we forgot something."

The boys left the room and sped across the gym. The staff member at the
front desk was back so they waited for a few seconds until his eyes were
not on the door, and bailed.