Marcos and his friend found themselves in a bar drinking, Marcos couldn't stop staring at a man until the guy got annoyed. There were he and his 10 friends who stood in front of them, made them leave and put them in a car. Inside the car, on the road, they were forcibly stripped and their belongings were thrown out the window. The cars arrived at a parking lot and parked.

Marcos and the other boy were in a state of total bewilderment as they walked, completely naked, through the deserted parking lot. There was something in the way they had been treated, something in the absolute control that the dressed men exercised over them, that had left them speechless. The cold of the night, combined with the desolation of the place, made them feel more vulnerable than they already were. The lack of clothes was just one of the layers of their exposure; what made them feel more defenseless was the way they couldn't control their destiny.

"This is how they have to go, without complaints," a firm voice said from the car as they watched them walk. "We decide how they have to go, and if that means walking naked in full view of everyone, that's what they have to do."

Marcos looked at the boy who accompanied him, both aware of the gaze of the men surrounding them. It wasn't just the nudity that made them feel insecure, but the fact that everything had been decided by others, without the option to protest. The dressed men around them watched with a kind of detachment, as if their vulnerability was nothing more than a spectacle they were used to.

As they walked through the industrial park, the feeling of being watched became increasingly heavy. The other boy tried to cover himself with his hands, but one of the figures watching them intervened quickly.

"Don't cover yourself," he ordered in an authoritarian voice. "If you're here, it's because you can't hide."

The boy, visibly blushing, dropped his hands to his sides. The shame of being completely exposed increased with each step they took, but the worst part was that they had no opportunity to avoid it. They felt powerless, as if they had been stripped of all privacy.

Eventually, they were taken to the beach, a deserted place in the early morning hours. The cold wind made the atmosphere even more uncomfortable for the two naked boys, but at the same time, there was something in the quiet of the place that made them feel even more exposed. The dressed men gave them clear orders to move, to walk along the shore, without worrying about the looks of others. The sound of the waves broke the silence of the night, but it couldn't drown out the murmur of discomfort that both felt.

"Walk, and don't stop," they were told. "This is how they have to be, without clothes, without anything to hide them. Others won't pay attention to you if you have nothing to hide."

It was hard not to think about how their body, now visible in its entirety, seemed to ...