BACHELOR PARTY ----- SIX

After a half-hour flight and a short ride on a special bus for all the plane’s passengers, the group arrived in Benidorm and headed straight to the hotel, where they had reserved several rooms.

“You’re staying in ours,” Manuel and Raúl told Carlos, who was somewhat overwhelmed by the circumstances and, in a way, expectant to find out what his unexpected companions had prepared for him.

“Guys!” Manuel said, addressing his gym mates. “We’ll meet here at reception around nine, to start the night tour! We’ve got four hours to recover!”

After that, everyone went up to their room to rest, sleep for a while, shower, and get ready before what promised to be an intense night of partying.

Manuel and Raúl opened the door of their room for Carlos, who, as soon as he crossed the threshold, heard them say almost in unison:

“Naked! Hands behind your back!…”

“But, guys!” Carlos began to protest, tired of that game, although he couldn’t finish the sentence because a loud slap put him back in his place:

“Naked and hands behind your back, whore!” Manuel shouted right in his face, smacking him on the neck so hard he almost lost his balance.

Surprised, but at the same time aroused, Carlos quickly stripped naked and, turning around with a cocky attitude, touching his cock, spread his legs and placed his hands behind his neck, staring at him and saying: “At your orders, sir!”

After that, Raúl handcuffed his hands behind his back and made him lie face up on the bed.

“We’re going to read you the conditions of your stay, whore,” he told him, adding: “And then you’re going to sign them and accept them, or you already know where last night’s recordings are going to end up.”

After that, he undressed and, climbing onto the bed, spread his legs and sat directly on the head of a surprised Carlos, aware that his former mate’s asshole was over his mouth, and his balls and cock were resting on his nose and eyes.

“Start licking my ass while I read them to you! And make sure you leave my asshole clean as a whistle!”

Carlos had no choice but to stick out his tongue and start licking, noticing the acidic taste of Raúl’s sweat and bodily fluids, while his nostrils inhaled the aroma of his balls and cock.

At the same time, he noticed Manuel beginning to handle his package, fitting what he imagined was a thick metal ring around the base of his balls and cock, which were thus separated from his body, with a provoked erection and totally exposed.

“Huuuuuummmmmm! Hummmmmmmm!” he tried to protest, although he couldn’t, since Raúl’s ass crack prevented him from pronouncing any words, forcing him to suck his asshole and inhale the aroma of his sweaty balls, placed over his nose, with every breath.

The rules they read to him boiled down to absolute obedience to all the orders imp...