BACHELOR PARTY.

The gym locker room was a party. The rugby team had finished training and all its members were in the showers, getting dressed, shaving, and grooming themselves.

Getting ready, ultimately, for a long weekend in which they were going to celebrate the bachelor party of Carlos, their captain.

The locker room exhaled a mixture of smells of sweat, deodorant, sneakers, dirty clothes, and, evidently, a lot of concentrated testosterone from ten males walking around naked, touching their dicks and asses, and adjusting their bulges inside the skimpy underwear they wore.

Carlos, 1.90 meters tall, 100 kilos of pure muscle, was a true gym titan, with powerful pecs, defined abs, an incredible ass, and a scandalous bulge, with a 27-centimeter cock, and he was showering calmly in one of the showers, oblivious to the conversations of his buddies, who were secretly preparing a bachelor party for him that he was certainly going to remember for the rest of his life.

For the moment, stealthily, they had already put all his belongings into a bag. Wallet, documents, phone, and absolutely all his clothes, and they had warned his girlfriend not to talk to Carlos all weekend, bringing her up to date on the celebration.

“Let’s not rush, guys!” said Raúl, more or less as jacked as Carlos, standing naked in the middle of the locker room. “Don’t let him suspect anything, or he might start throwing punches and leave us all half-battered, hahahaha...” he laughed.

“Relax, damn it,” Sebastián answered. “There are ten of us against one! Don’t be a faggot, Raúl!” he snapped at his teammate, giving him a loud slap on the ass, and added: “You know, guys, when he comes out of the shower and starts looking for his clothes, all at once we jump him, tackle him like we’re on the rugby field, and restrain him with these ropes and this gag.”

“The gag is a good idea, guys,” said Juan, one of the youngest on the team, “because with that big mouth of his he’s going to say whatever comes to his balls, hahahaha...” and added: “What I’m not so sure about is whether it’s a good idea to stuff some sweaty briefs into his mouth and hold them in with duct tape.” “That seems a bit much to me.”

“They did the same thing to me at my bachelor party,” Manuel, one of the veterans, intervened. “And it was this bastard Carlos’s idea,” he added. “So fuck him if he doesn’t like it, man, because I spent several hours tasting dick and ass inside my mouth.” After that, he took off the underwear he had worn throughout the entire match, rubbed them over his balls and ass crack, and threw them to Raúl.

“Here’s the gag, man. Warm and with a macho aroma. Hahahaha... I’ve been wearing these damn briefs for a week without changing them. Hahahahaha...”

“But Manuel...!” Raúl began to say.

“Neither Manuel nor shit, man... We’ve already got th...