“Want me to show him around?” Diego asked.
“Did I ask you to?” Marcos replied. I could tell Marcos tightened his grip on Diego’s neck because he stood up straighter.
“No, sir.”
“Why don’t you go run on the treadmill for a while? I’ll tell you when to stop,” Marcos told him.
When Diego left, Marcos put both of his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.
“I like giving the tours.”
Marcos moved to stand beside me and laughed, and I forced a smile onto my face. He flung his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him. All the hairs on my neck stood as my heart began to pound faster. Things felt really weird here.
“I know you’re probably not used to this kind of closeness because your dad was useless, but you’ll get used to it. You’ll like it. Diego likes it.”
Definitely weird.
Marcos kept his arm around me during the entire tour of his mansion’s main level and second floor. His place was really nice, and there was lots of space.I wish he’d let me have some space.My mind was on other things for most of the tour, but I paid more attention when we went to the underground level. This was the gym area and where I’d be spending most of my time.
In the center of the huge room was an octagon for fight training. I was in awe of it being in his home. Along one section of the gym were cardio machines and weights. I spotted Diego running on a treadmill as we walked toward a hallway. He was impressive running at a full sprint.
“Diego! You can stop!” Marcos hollered.
Diego jumped off the treadmill and grabbed a towel to wipe his face and head.
“Down here is a sauna and some showers. After workouts and training, shower and toss all your sweaty clothes in the bin opposite the shower. I don’t want you boys traipsing upstairs smelling up the place.”
I nodded. Diego walked past us toward the shower area. As Diego took his clothes off and threw them in a large fabric bin, Marcos wrapped his arm around me again and guided us to walk toward the showers. There was a wooden spa styled bench close to the laundry bin and Marcos sat down, pulling me with him.
Across from us, the tiled shower area was open and had four shower heads attached to the wall.Did he really have that many people down here taking a shower at once?I looked down when Diego turned the shower on. I’d been able to look everywhere other than at Diego until he was practically right in front of us.
Awkward.
“See the lines going up his legs?” Marcos asked.
So awkward.
“Mhmm,” I mumbled.
“Those are muscles I helped him build. See all the muscles in his back? I helped him get those too.”
Great.
“Diego, turn around,” Marcos instructed.
Ugh. No.
I lowered my head so I didn’t make the guy feel weird, even though I certainly did. Marcos made it even weirder. He put his hand on the back of my neck again and moved his thumb along my skin.
“Raise your head and take a look at him. He’s incredible to look at. I’m a bit offended you’re hesitating to see what my training has done for him.”
My heart pounded loudly in my ears. I was sure he could hear it. I looked at Diego as he stood under the water spray. He knew he was on display and proudly stood still. There was no doubt about it, Diego was in incredible shape and ripped everywhere. He must have no body fat on him. Diego didn’t have any chest hair, but he had a line of hair going from his belly button down to a trim patch of hair above his dick… His large dick.
“I didn’t give him that impressive dick and set of balls, though,” Marcos said. He squeezed my arm as he pulled me closer against his side. “As you were, Diego.”
I looked down as Diego went back to washing his body. I had to get out of here. Running away might be an option.
“Now, I’ve seen some of you at the gym for the baby dragon trainees,” Marcos said under his breath as he leaned closer. “But I haven’t seen anything other than your calves and arms.”Oh my God. This was so bad.“Let’s see the rest.”
