The mechanical spider scuttle through the path space between the observation room and the steam room. It ran underneath the bleachers, hiding from Miguel's sight and scuttle right underneath him. Jumping up like an acrobat, the spider crawled underneath the teen
s seat and spotted the towel from between the one inch crack. Using its pincers, it grabbed a piece of the fabric and pulled. Miguel shifted and the spider stopped. when the teen stopped moving, the spider laid still for a second before continuing its job and snagging the towel. When enough of the fabric was caught, the spider produced a small needle and stabbed it through the towel, ensuring that it was stuck It then dropped to the ground and waited for the boy to get up.
It didn't have to wait long because Miguel got up to to put more water on the coals. When he got up, he felt some resistance and frowned. He tried to get up and felt more. He was confused and looked down, seeing nothing wrong. Frowning, he stood straight up, earning a nice, loud, tearing sound. His towel came off of him, falling to the floor in two separate piece, exposing his limp 5 inch penis.
"Son of a bitch." he cursed. He picked up a piece and glared through misty glasses. Sighing, he used the towel to clear his glasses and looked down at the mess. The towel was ruined. He went to pick up the second peice, in hopes to of using it to cover him, but found it missing.
"The hell? Where'd it go?"
What Miguel didn't know was that the mechanical spider had quickly and quietly made off with the towel piece when he was cleaning his glasses. When the teen bent down to look for the missing towel, the spider scuttled out from hiding and stole the other piece, dashing away quickly. When Miguel stood up, he discovered he was towel-less.
"What? It was right here."
He sighed and sat down. Well, it wasn't as if he hadn't been in a sauna naked before. And the point of these were to get as naked as possible and get steam and sweat on you. Well this was as naked as one could be. He ignored the voice in the back of his head that told him something was up and to leave, but he felt relaxed here. Besides, another 30 minutes could hurt could it? And it wasn't like this was a public place. He could sit there nude and not worry about anything.
He sat back down, closing his eyes. What Miguel didn't realize was that none of this was his actually doing. The feeling that kept telling him that something was wrong and he should leave was what he wanted to do. However, something was making him stay. It was drowning out his conscious and putting suggestive thought to make his sit down and enjoy the steam. Had he been able to listen and leave, he might have been able to avoid what was going to happen to him. But his fate had been decided when he poured too much water on the magic coals, creating a inadvertently speeding up what would normally take an hours to a mere ten minutes.
His body was glistening with a layer of steam and sweat, his muscles all heightened and defined. Even though his entire body was relaxed, it looked like he was tensing and flexing each and every muscle at once. His mysterious audience member stared at his body, excitedly waiting for the moment to add him to her collection. Miguel stood and added more water to the coals before sitting back down. He was so relaxed he didn't notice his member was starting change. It twitched, jumping as the steam slowly affected it. All the while Miguel was oblivious to the change, ignoring his mind's screams to leave.