I was on the edge behind that tree, spying on the most morbid scene my eyes had ever seen, and in addition to this, being spied on, as far as I could see, by a stranger that I had known for 3 days, phew!, what more could I ask for? I did everything to prolong my wank, I didn't want to miss anything from that situation. In the agora, the punishments for Sebastián, Manuel, and Esteban continued. The last two were suffering constant stimulation in their prostates from the fingering of the monitors while their mouths were being violently penetrated by the two cooks. The troglodyte endured that delayed orgasm from Carlos while receiving spankings on his butt from the third cook. All three were complaining, huffing, and torn between pain and pleasure. Adolfo remained tied in place while masturbating slowly, and I was in the same rhythm as the old man, not taking my eyes off that wonderful scene for a moment.

After several minutes, the leader forced Daniel to get on all fours in front of Sebastián and from where all the objects were kept, he took out a jar that he poured on the monitor's butt. I assumed it was some kind of oil or lubricant. He then started preparing that butt by inserting one, two, and then three fingers. When he felt it was dilated enough, he brought it as close as he could to Sebastián's penis, and without hesitation, he began a wild thrusting and pulling. The desire to penetrate, to possess, to screw, and to quickly fill his butt with his cum was evident. Carlos took advantage of the moment the troglodyte was in and emptied a good amount of the liquid from the jar on his sword to then start spreading it on his butt. And without being able to resist, he introduced one, two, and then three of his fingers into that virgin butt. Sebastián huffed from pain and pleasure, couldn't believe what was happening, felt his masculinity shattered, but wasn't in a position to demand anything, couldn't free himself from that intense fingering, and could only continue his thrusting and pulling in Daniel's butt, awaiting the outcome. It was clear that a violation was imminent. I wished it was Carlos who did it so I could finally enjoy it completely naked. After leaving that butt well dilated, Carlos stood in front of everyone and removed his tunic. "My God!", I whispered from my hiding spot, that man’s body seemed carved by the Gods themselves, every muscle in place, long and defined legs with a layer of hair that gave him that masculine touch I liked so much, a round and worked butt that could be seen under the white fabric of his briefs, a bulge revealing an erection to one side, showing a penis, still covered by that fabric, of a good size, a well-defined abdomen with some hair towards the beginning of the groin, and a defined "iliac crest" that descended until it was lost in the elastic of that underwear, his chest equally well worked with more hair than the rest of his torso, and a broad back confirming his gym work. Finally, I was ...