THE TRANSFORMATION OF MARC (3)

Chapter 3: Fucked in Public

The morning light filtered lazily through the curtains of the Fuencarral apartment as the five boys began to gather in the kitchen. The atmosphere still retained the aroma of the previous night's triumph, mixed with the typical smell of a shared apartment among young people: reheated coffee, sweaty clothes, and the electricity that precedes mischief.

Iker was the first to appear, wearing only gray Calvin Klein boxers that clung to his developed muscles. His naked torso showed the results of hours at the gym, with those marked abdominals that his conquests loved so much. He stretched like a feline, his sculpted arms extending towards the ceiling.

"Good morning, princesses," he growled with a hoarse voice, heading directly to the coffee maker.

Kim appeared seconds later, wrapped in a black silk bathrobe with an anime print that barely covered his thighs. His platinum blonde hair was mussed in a way that was adorably sexy, and his tinted glasses hung from his naked neck. Despite his delicate appearance, his defined arm muscles and flat abdomen under the open robe could be appreciated.

"Does anyone else want to see our favorite homophobe suffer?" he asked with a mischievous smile as he served himself cereal.

Shy made his theatrical entrance, as usual. His tall, fibrous body moved with the grace of someone used to being the center of attention. His pink hair fell over his eyes in a seductive way, and several piercings shone in his ears and nipples.

"Boys, boys," he said, shaking his mane, "have you seen my shame roulette? Because I'm dying to try it out."

Dani appeared more timidly, but no less attractive. As was usual in the apartment, he wore clothes from his classes, tight ballet shorts that perfectly marked his dancer's legs and a tank top that showed off his slender but toned torso. His blonde, silky hair cascaded down to his shoulders, framing that angelic face that deliciously contrasted with the perversity of his thoughts.

"I think we should call Marc now," he murmured, though his eyes shone with anticipation.

Last but not least, Alex emerged from the bedroom he shared with Dani, completely naked except for white microfiber briefs that clung to his body like a second skin. His athletic physique, a product of football, was a symphony of worked muscles: powerful calves, hard thighs, perfectly rounded glutes, and those abdominals that seemed sculpted in marble. His wavy hair was tied up in a messy bun that gave him a casual but irresistibly attractive air.

"Good morning, predators," he said with a smile that promised mischief. "Are you ready to inaugurate our masterpiece?"

The five of them gathered around the table, where Alex had placed a homemade roulette made with cardboard, bright colors, and a spinning arrow. Each section contained one of the sixty most sadistic ideas they had compiled the night before.
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