I continued feeling Sebastián's challenging gaze on my back and I didn't know why; I didn't know what this guy's fixation on me was. It's fine that he caught me looking at him while Carlos humiliated him in front of everyone, but I can assure you that in the face of such a scene, most of us there didn't take our eyes off that bulge, that worn-out boxer, and that sordid scene. No matter how heterosexual one might be, I don't think that's something anyone normally sees in their daily life—at least, I don't. Before entering the dining room, I dared to look back to make sure they weren't still killing me with their gaze, and my mistake was grave because I found myself looking at the face of the boss among these three guys again, and this time I couldn't help but lower my gaze to his dick, but it was still showing a quite large bulge, and I couldn’t understand if I had imagined a semi-erection in this guy or if he was really well-endowed. When I looked back up, I found a face flushed with rage, a finger pointing at me simulating a gun, and his two buddies escorting him as if they were his bodyguards. "Damn," I said quietly and thought: "What is a guy like him doing in a place like this? It's clear he has zero personal and emotional work done to pay for a retreat like this. What did he come for, or who recommended or forced him? Why doesn’t he just leave?"

Finally, we arrived at the dining room, and I let those three choose a table first so I could choose one where I wouldn't have to face them to avoid new exchanges of glances. The tables seated four, and I looked for one that already had three of its spots occupied. There was a guy who introduced himself as Gabriel, another as Santiago, and the third as Sergio. I remembered they had introduced themselves in the previous activity as married men with children—three normal guys, nothing out of the ordinary. Well! Santiago stood out because he had a very masculine face, with strong features that, while not handsome, made him look very attractive. He had a great body; it was evident he practiced some sport or went to the gym. I confirmed this later when he told us he had been playing rugby since childhood, which also explained his muscle mass, although I thought he needed more bulk. I managed to ask him about that detail, and he replied that since he no longer played professionally, he had lost much of the mass he once had. The other two seemed to have normal bodies, typical of married men with children and routine lives. I reintroduced myself without going into details, and we waited for our lunch to be served.

One thing I hadn't noticed during breakfast was that the waiters in the dining room wore the same tunics we did, only these were light blue, and they wore a hat that covered all their hair. I imagined it was for hygiene regarding food handling. I became curious and lifted my gaze toward the kitchen, and I could see that the cooks also wore the same light blue tunic. "But ...