Spiritual Retreats – Chapter 7

I went to the dining room for lunch and took a seat at one of the tables; most of the students were already seated, waiting to be served. I chose a table that was alone, and after a while, one of those spots was occupied by Santiago. I must admit that this time I felt a bit uncomfortable with his presence; I felt that at any moment I would have to explain why there was a stain on my tunic, and I didn't want to go into details about it, especially not to him. The rugby player seemed to have noticed and simply asked what I was going to do with my free time that Sunday afternoon, suggesting that we spend some of that time together since I didn't have much confidence with anyone else. I responded that it was no problem.

After a while, Sebastián, Esteban, and Manuel arrived completely naked, only wearing their shoes. It was clear from their faces that they were not okay; the ringleader of the three tried to maintain a more arrogant attitude, but what had happened earlier didn’t allow him to do that completely. The other two entered, heads down, their bodies looking sweaty, their genitals still reddened, and their butts bruised. When they sat down, they complained of pain. I felt a bit sorry for them, but I also remembered that I could easily be in that situation, and I shrugged it off.

Lunch went by without any news. I left and made my way to my room. Santiago caught up with me, reminding me about meeting in the afternoon. I told him I was going to take a nap and that I would come to his room later to find a place outside the house to talk. I got to my room, slept for almost two hours, and after 3:00 PM, I decided to look for the rugby player to spend the rest of my free time with him.

When he opened the door to his room, he was in his underwear. I almost died when I saw his semi-naked body. He was wearing sports leggings that showed an average package—well, very average for his size. But I must confess that I prefer a pretty penis over a large one, so this wasn't a deterrent for me to still find him attractive. Plus, he had legs and a butt that were—goodness!—typical of those who practice that sport, a bit of a belly, but his abs were still noticeable, a very nice chest, and large arms. It was clear that he still trained and maintained muscle mass. He apologized for not being ready, and I thought two things: “for what we have to put on to be dressed, pff!” and “did he receive me like this intentionally?” Although, knowing how unprepared he was, he probably had done it without any intention. He really just put on his tunic and shoes to go out and find a place to talk, and we ended up in the agora.

We arrived at the agora, a place he suggested, and being there, I initially felt a bit of chills and perversion recalling what I had seen the previous night, but I hid it as much as I could. We looked for two concrete blocks to sit on and talked for a good while. The first thing he asked me about was the stain on my tunic. I swallowed hard and decided to tell him everything just as it had happened. I didn’t want to feel awkward about it anymore; I obviously omitted that I had masturbated while watching the scene, but I wanted to be sincere with him. Santiago showed some surprise and managed to say that everything happening there seemed strange, which I took as an opportunity to ask him about the other events experienced so far during the retreats. He told me that the first punishment reminded him a lot of those practiced in many rugby teams, especially with new players, that the one that morning seemed harsh and unnecessary to him, but that he was not the one in charge. He also told me that at one point he had thought about leaving the activity and had even wanted to leave El Edén, but he didn’t want to tempt fate and wasn’t willing to pay a fine for violating the contract, preferring to endure those punishments even if they included sexual acts between men (homosexuals). I took the opportunity to ask him about his opinion on homosexuality and bisexuality; he replied that it was very normal in rugby to encounter those kinds of people and that he had learned to accept them and even had gay friends. He had no issue with that, but until then, he remained clear about what he liked and enjoyed having sex with women. I wanted to delve into the topic of the punishments or trials that were given to the newcomers and other players in rugby, and he told me several things that were already institutionalized, like the initiation ritual for rookies. He had once played on a team where the coach was quite strict and sometimes imposed harsh punishments on weak players or those who lost games to strengthen them, but nothing had ever reached a sexual level. They remained in locker room punishments, or at least he had never witnessed anything crossing that line. There had been rumors, but nothing he could confirm, and he had never wanted to investigate further.

After a while of talking, he told me that he had already been to that place; it was during a tournament of South American clubs held the previous year in our city, and his team wanted to concentrate away from it, so they stayed at El Edén for almost 20 days during the championship. He told me that Adolfo was the one who transported them, but he didn’t stay with them, he returned after the tournament finished to take them back to the city, and Carlos had only received and seen them off. They saw him briefly, but only in passing, which is why he was surprised about what was happening this time because none of that had happened back then, or if it did, he hadn’t realized. Imagining a rugby team subjected to Carlos's punishments made me hard instantly. I tried to change the subject, but Santiago continued telling me that the area where we were had soccer fields, swimming pools, and a gym for training the teams staying there, which helped a bit to calm my arousal, but I still envisioned some large rugby player or even Santiago himself, sodomized and humiliated by the leader of that place to the point that he asked me why I was so aroused, and I had to tell him that it was because of what happened in the first activity of the day and that I was anxious about what my punishment could be, since Carlos had made it clear that mine was postponed. Santiago took the chance to say that he found the scene very intense, that he couldn’t find meaning in it, but that he had decided to finish the 7 days of retreats and endure any other similar thing that might come, that as long as he wasn’t the punished one, he had no issue and would simply observe and take away whatever learning he could.

Time passed quickly as we talked, almost reaching the mass scheduled for 6:00 PM. We decided to attend, then went to eat again. We saw Sebastián and his friends come in completely naked; it was a thrill to see that homophobic guy naked in front of a group of all men with his macho ego completely crushed. Apparently, his punishment continued as they were again not provided with their tunics. Several minutes passed; we were already eating when Carlos, his monitors, and Adolfo showed up, and they were going to sit at the same table. I saw the old man notice an empty spot at the table of those who were naked and immediately headed over there, sat down, and waited for his food to be served. That movement surprised me, but I was even more surprised at what came next. Adolfo, with his usual crude manners, began to touch himself over his tunic, just like he had done the previous day, and when the three naked guys attempted to stand up at the sight of it, he instantly halted them, threatening them with a new punishment. Their faces turned into a poem again. Adolfo continued his lewd act and then reached under the table to touch Esteban and Manuel’s legs, who tried to react but were warned again not to do so. With his bare foot, he sought out Sebastián’s penis, and he was compelled to stay where he was due to the hands on his shoulders from Carlos, who warned him to stay just as they were and give a bit of pleasure to the driver. Following that, the penises of the two buddies of the troglodyte began to be stimulated by the old man without any success, prompting the leader of El Edén to order his monitors to bend down in front of the two and start sucking their dicks to get them erect. After a few minutes, Esteban and Manuel were already excited and holding the heads of Andrés and Daniel to control the rhythm of the sucking. The driver had already rolled up his tunic, taken off his underwear, and started jerking off in front of everyone without any shame while continuing to stimulate Sebastián’s limp cock with his foot under the table. Carlos moved his hands to the chest, starting to pinch those nipples hard, drawing a moan of pain from Sebastián, whispering in his ear to force his mind and cock to react if he didn’t want to have another bad time. The troglodyte strained with his face and cock trying to get an erection, but he couldn't, which compelled Adolfo to speed up his movements on that penis and Carlos to increase the strength on those nipples.

Once again, I was there, expectant, not believing what my eyes were seeing, worsened by having Santiago next to me. I hastened my meal, wanting to leave quickly; I didn't want or need another stimulus and to be forced into another masturbation session once I got to my room. But my eyes wouldn’t leave the scene; the old man continued jerking off while watching as the monitors sucked those heterosexual cocks. With his foot, he squeezed Sebastián’s cock, which remained flaccid while Carlos kept pinching his nipples and rubbing Sebastián’s chest. It was clear that Adolfo was also somewhat submissive to the leader by rubbing a cock with his foot against his will and jerking off in front of a group of all men; it was clear that he too was at the mercy of “our master.”

Esteban and Manuel forced their hands on those heads to make them swallow all their cocks, penetrating those mouths savagely, lost in the moment as if saying, “we have no other option, this is what it is, we won’t resist, and let’s enjoy.” After a few minutes, the driver stood up from his chair, took one of the desserts from the table, and spilled all his cum on it. He broke it in two, and when he suspected that the two belly boys of Sebastián were about to cum, he opened their mouths to moan their orgasms and forced them to eat their share of the cake soaked in cum. They tried to resist, but their cocks were squeezed by the monitors’ hands, as if saying, “don’t say more nonsense,” and they ended up swallowing that “delicacy” and cumming in the monitors’ mouths. The two received all the cum they could; some dripped from the corners of their lips, and immediately Carlos ordered them not to swallow anything and to spit every milliliter of that cum into another dessert on the table. They drenched everything, including spit, and the leader, in an “artistic” manner, pinched one of the stimulated nipples hard, and as the troglodyte opened his mouth, the dessert soaked in cum and saliva ended up in his mouth, only to be forced to swallow it without objection as a punishment for being unable to react to the stimuli and for not cumming like his friends. “This is so you understand that here what I command is done; you were requested to respond to the stimulus on your cock from Adolfo to the point of ejaculating. You couldn't do it; now swallow the whole dessert we just prepared for you. Although deducing your repressed desires, swallowing your friends' cum shouldn't be a punishment for you; on the contrary, it should be a total and complete enjoyment." Manuel and Esteban looked at Sebastián for answers; he tried to return the cum-soaked dessert trying to show disgust, but in the end, he accepted and swallowed every piece of that “treat.” I finished my meal the best I could, saw Adolfo leave already dressed from the dining room, just like Carlos and his monitors while announcing the next day's activities. I said goodbye to Santiago and headed to my room, somewhat heated by what I had just seen, but I opted to rest, taking the chance to read a bit. “How much I miss my phone and social media,” I thought at that moment. That night I didn’t want to venture into anything; besides, I didn’t hear anything weird, and honestly, I wanted to sleep to start Monday full of energy. Mondays are a torture for me, and the next day we were scheduled to have breakfast at 7:00 AM because the first activity of the day started at 8:00 AM.

To be continued…