The Transformation of Marc (4)

Chapter 4: Humiliated in the Gym

The dawn on the Fuencarral floor had the same aroma of mischief as the previous day, but multiplied. The five guys had woken up with that nervous excitement of someone who knows they are about to witness something epic.

Alex was the first to arrive in the kitchen, wearing only white Calvin Klein boxers that perfectly contrasted with his dark skin. His wavy hair was disheveled in a way that made him irresistibly attractive, and that satisfaction smile had not left his face since the night before.

"Good morning, predators," he greeted, heading directly to the roulette wheel they had left on the table.

Iker appeared seconds later, and it was evident that he had had a night of wet dreams. His muscular body was covered only by tight sports shorts that marked his morning awakening obscenely. His perfectly defined abs glistened slightly with a thin layer of sweat, and that sexual predator look that characterized the born dominants.

Kim made his entrance somnolently. His platinum blonde hair fell over his tinted glasses in a way that made him look like a perverse angel.

"I came thinking about the guys who messed with Marc yesterday," he announced shamelessly, checking his phone distractedly. "I bet they had never seen a straight guy as good as him letting himself be touched like that."

Shy appeared theatrically, as always. His tall, fibrous body moved with that feline grace that characterizes those who are used to being devoured with the gaze. His pink hair fell over his eyes in a seductive way.

"Are you ready for today's show?" he asked, shaking his mane. "Because I have the feeling it's going to be epic."

Dani was the last to appear, timid but visibly excited. He wore black ballet tights that clung to his legs like a second skin and a tank top that showed off his toned arms. His soft blonde hair framed that angelic face that deliciously contrasted with the perversity of his thoughts.

"Do you think Marc remembers anything?" he asked with a soft but morbid voice.

"Impossible," Alex replied, approaching the roulette wheel. "He only knows that yesterday was a... strange day. But today will be much worse."

He spun the arrow with ceremony, and everyone watched hypnotized as it spun and spun until it finally stopped on a blue section that said: "HUMILIATION IN THE GYM."

Iker's excitement shout was so loud that it probably woke up half the neighborhood.

"HOLY SHIT YES!" he roared, jumping like a kid on Christmas. "It's my day! It's my fucking day!"

The other four looked at him with a mixture of admiration and terror. They all knew what it meant to leave Marc in Iker's hands in his natural territory.

"Iker," Alex said with a solemn tone, "today Marc is completely yours. You can do with him whatever you want, as long as you don't end up in the police station."

"Don't worry," Iker...