BACHELOR PARTY ------- TEN

Come on, man, finish breakfast quickly! said the first baseman, getting up from the table and adding, “You know what you signed yesterday at Las Brujas!”

“What the fuck did I sign yesterday at Las Brujas?” Carlos replied in surprise... “I don’t remember anything, guys. You’re a bunch of fucking faggots, bastards!”

Hahahaha... they all laughed in unison. And little by little they began giving him details about how he had been getting bolder, how he had gotten cocky with them, how he had bragged about his manhood and... well, and... they all said, without giving any more details.

So after finishing breakfast, the group headed to the minibus that took them to Las Brujas, where they were waiting for them in a special session opened especially for them.

During the ride, the whole team as one had completely undressed Carlos, leaving him naked again and handcuffing his hands behind his back.

“This is how you signed the handover, man,” the left back told him, closing the handcuffs around his wrists. “Don’t complain, you got yourself into this mess, faggot, hahahaha...”

“Fuck, guys! I’m sick of you getting me naked and cuffing me! I think I’m on a team of faggots who only want to see my ass and my package!” Carlos complained, which caused them all at once to pounce on him, groping him mercilessly everywhere and tugging on his cock without any shame.

“Man, we thought you’d chickened out!” one of the witches told them as soon as they arrived, and after giving Carlos a look and brazenly touching his package, she added, “Take him to the stage and sit in the stands to watch the show.” “It will be a real pleasure to turn this hunk of a man into a whore.”

“What do you mean, a whore?” Carlos asked in confusion and with a certain fear...

“Yes, pretty girl, yes, that’s what you’re going to be. One of us for one night. The most depraved of all, at that,” the witch replied, slapping him on the left buttock.

Carlos began to protest, to resist, and to complain to his rugby teammates, but they looked at him amused and mocking, paying no attention.

“It’s what you signed, macho!” Manuel settled the matter, staring at him and adding... “Although maybe now we should call you doll.”

Hahahahaha... they all laughed.

Carlos tried to accept what was coming with dignity, and docilely allowed himself to be led to the center of a stage surrounded by stands where his teammates sat, along with many other unknown spectators openly touching their packages.

“Gentlemen, this is a unique show!” said the Witch who seemed to be in charge. “An alpha male, captain of the rugby team, about to get married in a couple of weeks, turned into the local slut!”

A round of whistles and applause flooded the stands, along with the laughter of the bastards on the team, who laughed heartily.
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