BACHELOR PARTY --- TWO

Carlos was lying face down on the gym bench. Completely spread out, fully stretched, with his hands tied to one end.

He could feel several blades shaving different parts of his body. Armpits, pecs, arms and legs, pelvis... and especially his balls and the crack of his ass.

He couldn't say anything, he couldn't complain, since he had Manuel's sweaty briefs stuffed in his mouth, held tightly with duct tape.

But the most curious thing of all was that his mind began to get aroused. He began to feel pleasure from so many hands groping him without hesitation in every recess of his anatomy, with such shamelessness that neither his asshole, nor his balls, nor his now semi-erect cock were safe.

And in the middle of all those thoughts, while the bastards of his mates continued with their task of shaving him, his gaze met that of the only one who at that moment was staring him straight in the eyes: Manuel.

At 45, ten years older than him, Manuel still kept himself in splendid physical shape, with his hairy body, already graying in some areas, as everyone knew, since they shared showers and changing rooms several times a week and were used to seeing each other naked without paying too much attention to it or giving the matter too much importance.

He was the most reserved member of the team, perhaps because of that difference in age and maturity, and they really knew little about his personal life. They only knew that after training he would get dressed up, put on his leather jacket, sometimes completed with pants of the same material, and leave on his motorcycle for an unknown destination.

He had been married for some time, and Carlos had taken part in his bachelor party, where on that occasion he had stuffed his briefs into his mouth. An unfortunate act that he was now paying for.

“Well, that’s it!” he heard Raúl say, still with the razor in his hand as he removed the gag. “All right, Carlos, we’re going to untie you so you can move and so we can check that you haven’t got a single fucking hair left from your chin down. Those are the rules of the bachelor party, you know that.”

“Come on, you bastards, you’ve had your fill groping me all over my ass and package, bunch of fucking faggots!” Carlos answered, adding: “Untie me already, damn it, I’m not going to beat the shit out of you! At least not for now! And give me something to drink, I’ve got the taste of Manuel’s ass and balls all over my mouth!” he added, noticing a stronger erection as he said it.

After freeing him, they ordered him to adopt several positions in order to check that he was indeed completely shaved. He had to spread his legs, spread the crack of his ass open showing his asshole, had to endure them touching his balls to check that they were shaved like billiard balls, had to raise his arms to check his armpits... All of it while listening to the crude and vulgar comments...