BACHELOR PARTY ----- THREE

What do you mean, watching the fucker? Carlos asked Manuel once they were alone in the gym. And what’s this about keeping me here all night, handcuffed and shackled, man? And that kick, man? A bachelor party is supposed to be for all the mates to have a good time, and especially the groom!

In response, Manuel came closer, put his foot, shod in a sturdy biker boot, on his face, and said harshly: Shut up, faggot, or next time I’ll put the boot on you by crushing your fucking balls!

After that, he lifted him off the floor and said:

“Listen very carefully because I’m not going to repeat myself, you piece of shit. And I don’t want any macho posturing or rebellion from you. I don’t even want you to ask questions.” Is that clear? he asked, grabbing Carlos by the hair and staring fixedly into his eyes.

Crystal clear, kid, crystal clear... the man in question replied in a rather cocky tone, though unable to suppress the excitement he felt at being treated with such brutality by another guy, aware of his inferior situation because he was completely naked and bound hand and foot.

“Very well, asshole,” Manuel continued: “Now I’m going to untie you and you’re going to spread yourself over that bench you see there in the center of the room.” And once there, you’re going to let me tie you up again and immobilize you without saying a single word! Understood, you big faggot?

Yes, Carlos answered, surprised that he liked being in this situation, feeling an excitement he had never experienced in his life.

Plaaaffff... it echoed throughout the gym. It was the sound of the slap Manuel had just given Manuel right across the face... Yes what? Yes what, you piece of shit?

Uhhhhh... yes, sir... I suppose. he answered, perplexed... Plaaaaaffffff... another slap cracked across the other cheek...

I can’t hear you! Louder, fucker! Manuel replied.

YES SIR! Carlos shouted, more perplexed than before by his submissive reaction and by being truly excited by the whole situation. Excited and expectant, while at the same time frightened by that radical change in attitude from the Manuel he had known until then.

“Very well,” “I see you’re learning.” Now to the bench! he exclaimed as he untied him.

Once free, completely naked as he was, Carlos obediently leaned over the short training bench in the center of the weight room, following Manuel’s instructions without protest.

He rested his abs and pecs on it, with his neck and head free on one side, and his balls and cock free on the other.

After he adopted this position, Manuel proceeded to tie his legs wide open to the side legs, and did the same with his arms. After that, he passed a rope around his neck and connected it to his balls and cock, tightening it underneath the bench.

In this way Carlos was completely immobilized, and placed in a position in which Ma...