BACHELOR PARTY ------- FOUR

Following Manuel and Raúl’s instructions, Carlos got into the shower opposite the changing rooms, where, moreover, he had showered many times before, although never until then had he noticed that he was being watched.

That made him get aroused little by little, with the help of the hot water and the soap sliding over his body. For the first time he was aware that his body could be an object of desire, even in those changing rooms where the testosterone and crude macho jokes could be felt in the very air, full of steam and masculine effluvia.

Even when he got out of the shower and headed to the changing rooms through the corridor that connected both rooms, he instinctively covered his crotch with one hand, something that did not go unnoticed by his watchers.

“What’s up, man? Are you embarrassed to show your dick now? Maybe you’re turning into a fag on us!” Raúl said when he was close, giving him a loud smack right on the ass.

“We’ve been fucking all night, kid! Through your fucking mouth and through your fucking ass! And you should’ve heard how you moaned with pleasure, you big fag!” “If you want, we’ll show it to you in slow motion, we’ve got it all recorded,” Manuel added, and continued: “Close-ups, HD zoom, our cocks going into your mouth and your ass and you cumming with pleasure...”

“Well, that, and also how you yourself get onto the rack and let yourself be tied up like a little lamb, when, because of the position, you know perfectly well what’s waiting for you,” Raúl said, finishing getting dressed in sports pants and a white T-shirt with BACHELOR PARTY written in red letters on it.

“What do you mean you’ve got it recorded, you bastards? I didn’t know that. That’s playing dirty,” Carlos protested, recovering his cockiness. “Come on, fuck, give me the fucking tape right now or I’ll smack the shit out of both of you right here!”

“Easy, dude,” Manuel cut him off in an authoritative tone. “It doesn’t suit you to get tough with us. Those tapes are in safe keeping, and they can end up in hands you wouldn’t like. Your girlfriend, your family, that little brother who admires you so much, your coworkers at the police station... even the guys on the team.”

“Yes,” Raúl added. “It wouldn’t be bad to hear their comments watching you moan with pleasure with a cock in your mouth and another opening up your ass. Because, Carlitos, just so you know, the only face that appears in the recordings is yours. The two of us can’t be recognized. So don’t act so tough, Little Red Riding Hood, and swallow like our fucking slave.”

“And you know, with the guys, as if nothing happened. You act naturally as if nothing had happened here,” Manuel added, pulling on a T-shirt like Raúl’s with the red BACHELOR PARTY announcement.

After this, Raúl told Carlos to turn around so he could handcuff his h...