BACHELOR PARTY ------- NINE

The next day Carlos woke up naked in the hotel room.

The sun was coming in through the open window, which indicated that it was already late and that the long night of humiliation and submission in which he had been savagely possessed through all his orifices had given way to a long and restorative sleep.

He did not remember exactly how he had gotten there. Images of what he had experienced at the Glory Hole passed through his mind, and of how afterward Manuel and Raúl had taken him to meet up with the rest of the guys from the team at “Las Brujas,” the nearby hostess bar.

After that he remembered having drunk one drink after another, bragging with his buddies, accepting challenges that meant more and more drinks, more and more alcohol that carried him, as if it were an alcoholic river, toward a feeling of oblivion and lack of memories not without a certain pleasure.

He was alone in the room; there was no one else, so he decided to get up, take a shower, and meet up again with his teammates.

He groped around for his underwear, but did not find any. He looked in the closets, but there were no clothes at all.....

He went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water tap, so he decided that the first thing he should do was take a relaxing and gratifying shower.

After half an hour under the water, he turned off the tap, reaching out to grab the towel, only to discover with surprise that there was not a single towel to dry himself with in the whole bathroom.

They must be outside, he thought, and as he was, he went out into the bedroom. There was nothing there either, although he realized that someone had come in while he was in the shower, since they had taken the bedding away, probably to change it.

He did not give the matter any more importance, and completely naked he began to shave. At least his razor was there, and also his toiletry bag with the aftershave balm, his cologne, his comb.......

Once he had done this task, he went out into the bedroom again, looked for his phone, and wrote a message in the gym group.

Where are you, faggots? You’ve got me stark fucking naked and with nothing to cover myself with, and I’m starving! I want to go down for breakfast, you sons of bitches!

After a few minutes a reply came.

It was Salvador. Hahahaha..... well, the buffet is fucking great. Come down and try it, man.....

What part of “I’m stark fucking naked” didn’t you understand? Carlos replied, in an increasingly worse mood because of his hunger.

Five minutes later, the sound of the phone was heard again......

This time it was Manuel, who in a brief message said: Look for your clothes in the bathroom cabinet. Under the sink.

Well, something is something, Carlos told himself, heading off to look for them.

There, in a small bag, he found only two garments. A black mesh tank top and a ...