The Weekend, Part 1
After that night, Damien made a game of my orgasms. Sometimes he’d unlock me in front of guests and I’d be allowed to cum in front of them—but on my own food. Another was to give me permission while we were in public. In a park. On a trail. In a parking garage. To earn my orgasm, I’d strip—just out of view.
Weeks passed.
I barely noticed when Dylan moved his things into my room. I didn’t really need my own space. It just made sense.
I still had to work but Damien came up with an idea—I hired him as my assistant.
One Saturday morning they woke up early. I barely had time to make them breakfast and make their beds before we headed out the door. They packed their overnight bags.
“Are you both leaving?” I asked.
“You’re coming too. We’re taking a weekend trip.”
“Oh wow. Okay. Should I pack my overnight bag?”
“No, we packed for you. Just grab your food and water bowls.”
We got to the car and I started to get into the back seat.
“Strip.” Damien said
I handed my folded clothes to Dylan. He put them in the trunk with their bags.
We were out of the city in a matter of minutes. About two hours in, we exited the highway. Dylan opened the windows. The air was cool on my bare skin.
Wherever we were going it was far out in the country. The “towns” had populations under a thousand—a church, a bar, and a gas station. Pretty soon, we saw more cattle than people.
I lost track of time watching out the window, but I know the drive was long. Twice I had to ask Damien to pull over so I could go to the bathroom in a field. The first time was quick. I stood behind the car door to pee. The second time, I said I had to poo and asked if I could dress and use a men’s room. Damien gave me a disapproving look in the rearview mirror. He pulled up to the first field we passed.
“If you need to shit, do it now. But not next to the car. Get at least 10 feet away, I don’t want to smell it.”
I opened the car door looking around to make sure no cars were coming. The pebbles on the asphalt hurt my feet but the grass was soft. I kept walking into the field checking to see if I’d gone far enough. When Damien nodded, I squatted down in the open. A car passed. It didn’t slow. When I was done, Dylan tossed me a roll of toilet paper. I stayed in my squat as I wiped. Before I could get back in, Damien tilted his head toward Dylan, and I knew what he wanted. I turned, spread my cheeks for inspection. It wasn’t new — I did it without thinking — but something about the open field and the car passing made my face burn.
It was just before sunset when we turned off the paved road and stopped at a gate. The gate had a sign with several bullet holes. It read: “Private Property. No Trespassing”. Damien and Dylan both turned to look at me.
“Open the gate”
I opened the door and got goosebumps. There wasn’t enough sun left to keep me warm. I set my feet on the gravel road, stifling a cry as the granite cut into my soles. Seeing me struggle, Damien popped the trunk.
“I brought boots and socks for you.”
“Thank you!”
In the trunk was an old pair of Doc Martins and some heavy wool socks, soft and warm on my feet. I ran to the gate, the headlights cutting across my bare skin. Another pair of headlights appeared in the distance. I fumbled with the latch, Damien honking the horn. The approaching car slowed as I swung the gate open, Damien driving through. I closed it quickly, feeling their gaze before they sped off.
“Big open field,” Dylan said with an exaggerated glance at me as I got back in the car. I closed the door and looked out the window. The gravel road cut through a meadow, nothing but waist-high grass swaying under a fading sky. At the far end, the tree line rose like a wall. Something about the way Dylan smiled made my stomach tighten.
After another twenty minutes or so, we arrived at a campsite—woods on three sides with a lake in the distance. A large cabin stood apart from the main campsite. Its walls were stone and wood. The lights were on, but I didn’t see anyone moving around. A little closer to us was a small horse barn. Just past that, a couple modest log cabins were clustered together near a firepit. The scent of firewood and smoke was in the air. Three other vehicles were already parked. Two men stood around a fire pit, laughing, drinking, watching as we pulled in. In the firelight, I couldn’t make out who they were.
Damien parked and turned to me.
“These men are trusted. For the next 48 hours, you’ll serve them as if they were me. You’ll obey, offer, be used. You will not say ‘no’ unless someone asks you—‘Do you want me to stop?’”
I nodded, throat tight.
“You’re my gift,” he continued, “don’t embarrass me.” He stepped from the car and walked around so that the others could watch as he opened the door. “Come.” I got out of the car. I stood, head bowed, my caged dick on display. “Good boy.” Damien said putting his hand on my shoulder and guiding me to my knees in the dirt.
Dylan stepped out of the passenger seat and fastened a collar around my neck. It had a ring on the front and Dylan attached a short leash then handed the leash to Damien.
“As promised.” Damien said to the two shadows, no longer addressing me directly. “No blood, shit, or permanent marks but otherwise use him as you like.”
One of the figures stood and walked straight to me. It was Kyle. He was clearly anxious to make good on his earlier promise. He reached for the leash and Damien allowed him to take it.
Kyle took a moment to look down at me. He pulled my head back by my hair so I was looking into his eyes.
“I’ve been waiting for you to get here.”
“Don’t piss on him. I don’t want him stinky.” Damien said as he watched.
“I want him to drink it.” Kyle said not taking his eyes off me.
“Then don’t let him spill.”
Kyle turned back to me. “Put my dick in your mouth. Hurry up, I gotta piss bad.”
I quickly undid his belt and jeans. I held Kyle in my mouth. He moaned loudly, looking around to make sure others were watching. The familiar warmth hit my tongue, I swallowed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the firelight flicker on faces — Dylan leaned forward, smirking; the stranger rolled his drink slowly in his hand.
“Drink it down boy,” he said.
His piss tasted like coffee and beer. Kyle watched my reaction as he relieved himself. Behind him, the others watched. When he finished, he stood with his hands on his hips and waited. “Lick the tip, I don’t want a fucking wet spot.”
Damien walked over to the stranger putting his arm around him.
“Steve, aren’t you going to say hello?” I thought about Damien’s friends that I’d met. I strained but couldn’t make out his face. At Damien’s invitation I approached.
“Nice to meet you Sir.” I said with my head bowed.
“Hey” he responded.
“Steve, you’ve met before. Look up. It’s Jeff.”
The name hit first — then the voice, familiar and out of place here. As I lifted my head, the firelight caught the lines around his eyes, the set of his jaw, and I knew. My heart froze. Jeff, my Operations Manager. Jeff, married father of two. Jeff, who just saw me kneel naked at Damien’s command and drink another man’s piss.
Kyle laughed.
“Damien, what…” The shock had pulled me out of my headspace. A quick jerk of the leash reminded me of my situation.
“Jeff, are you okay with this? I did tell you it was a wild weekend with a bunch of gay guys.” Jeff didn’t answer. “But obviously you don’t have to stay.”
“I. Boss…?”
“Nope. Here he’s my property.” Damien interrupted. “If you talk to him at all you call him ‘slave’ or ‘sub’ or ‘boy’ but here he’s not the boss.”
“Is he okay with me being here?”
“He is if I say he is,” without even a backwards glance, “aren’t you Steve?”
“Yes”
“Yes what, Steve?”
“Yes Master Damien.”
“So, stay if you want or go but I’d like you to stay. I think you’ll have fun.”
Seconds stretched into minutes. Jeff’s gaze flicked to Kyle, then Damien, then to the bottle in his hand. He took a slow drink. Finally, he sat.
“I’ll stay.”
“Cool.”
“I mean it’s late. At least tonight.”
“Whatever you want, man.”
The humiliation of what Jeff had just witnessed washed over me. He’d viewed me as a mentor. Now he sees me for what I am, Damien’s pet. Could I be both? How had Damien known that Jeff wanted to be here? Jeff is attractive, yes, but I was certain he was straight. So was his wife. But Damien saw—something—and knew he could use it.
It was comforting to fall into my usual role. I served drinks, cleaned up trash, and carried firewood. As the whiskey flowed, Jeff relaxed—some. Kyle and Dylan made a point of humiliating me at every turn, enjoying the affect it had on Jeff. They’d order me to crawl. Beg. They made me Present for him.
“Don’t worry, he won’t tell HR,” Kyle joked.
Damien just smiled.
“Who’s land is this?” Jeff asked. “Yours?”
“Nope. Our host will be joining us soon. That’s his car over there.” Damien said, pointing to a forest green Land Rover fully equipped for offroad. “I think he was out for a ride. Right Kyle? Do we know when he’s coming back?”
“I think that’s him there.”
We turned to see a rider approach on horseback. He dismounted and hitched the horse near a water trough. Then removed its saddle.
“Hey there’s our host.” Dylan said. The rider didn’t say anything, but I recognized the hair and build. It was Michael, the shy one from that party months ago. The one that looked like a dark-haired version of Damien. My heart raced.
The horse let out a whiny and stamped the ground. Michael grabbed a brush. After a few strokes, he calmed pushing his muzzle Michael’s hand. Michael joined the group around the fire pit. Damien watched as he approached. Dylan, Jeff, and Kyle all stood up to greet him. Damien stayed seated. I waited on my knees.
“Welcome. I was going to ask if you’d made yourself to home but I can see you have,” he said noticing me. He handed me his hat. “Bring me whatever they’re drinking, Steve.” He had a slight drawl that I hadn’t noticed before. “Sorry I wasn’t here to greet you,” he continued. “If I don’t ride Diablo for at least a couple of hours, he gets pretty hard to handle.”
“Damien has the same problem,” Kyle said, laughing at his own joke.
“I don’t think we’ve met.” Michael said, holding his hand out to Jeff. “I’m Michael. This is my land.”
Jeff shook his hand. “It’s amazing up here. I’m not sure I can stay but I appreciate you letting me come up.”
“Gotta get back?”
“Yeah. Me and my wife just had our second kid. You know. Lots of work.”
Michael glanced over at Damien at the mention of his wife. “Well, I’m sure she can do without you a day or two. I man needs time to decompress.” He sat in one of the Adirondack chairs around the fire. Kyle and Jeff each took their own chair. Dylan sat on the arm of Damien’s.
“Dude,” Kyle leaned forward in mock confidence to Michael. “Steve is Jeff’s fucking boss, man.”
Michael nodded.
“Dude, I fucking pissed down his throat.” Then, in case it wasn’t clear, “Jeff watched.”
“Kyle’s also been drinking since 2.” Damien explained.
“Whatever, so has he.” Kyle pointed at Jeff. Jeff’s eyes were watery. They were both drunk.
“Anyway, thanks for having us up here, man. This place is beautiful.”
“Yeah, thanks. I try to get up here as often as I can.”
The conversation moved onto other things.
It wasn’t long before Jeff and Kyle passed out in their chairs. Michael excused himself and stepped into one of the cabins. When he returned, he had two blankets and pillows and did his best to make them both comfortable.
“Make sure the fire is out” Michael said to me as he picked up the bottle of whiskey and three glasses. “Then follow us inside,” indicating the largest cabin. The one that abutted the lake.
When I entered, I followed their voices out back. They were sitting in a hot tub on the deck. The clothes they’d shed lay piled on the ground.
“So you keep him locked up to make him obedient?” Michael asked. “It seemed like he was already there from what I saw.”
“Yeah, but he wanted to turn it off,” Dylan said. “Damien didn’t want that.”
“Not true.” Damien corrected. “He didn’t want to ‘turn it off’ but he felt like he should want that. With his dick locked up, he has the permission he needs to be what he is.” They looked over at me as I entered.
“Honestly, I was surprised when you invited us out here,” Damien continued. “It seemed like after the party you couldn’t leave fast enough.”
“I was tired. It was interesting watching you train him. It’s a lot like breaking horses. You can do it in a way that makes them useless, or you can do it in a way that makes them love you. Clearly, you’ve got the magic touch.”
Damien shrugged. “After I figured out what he wanted, the rest was easy.” They took a beat as they admired the lake. “Is this your family’s land?”
“Yeah. Well it was. I mean, my parents died in a plane crash. Now it’s mine.”
“Oh shit man. I’m sorry.”
“Yeah sucks man.” Dylan agreed.
“It was a long time ago. I was raised by my uncle. When I turned 21, the land became mine.”
“How much land is there?” Dylan asked.
“Not a ton, a thousand acres. But see that over there,” he pointed across the lake, “that’s Greenbriar. It’s a state park with just over 5,000 acres. More than enough space for me, the horses and a couple of ranch hands.”
“How did your family come to own this?”
“Russian Nobles. The family fled Russia during the revolution. Family legend is that this was bought with jewels they smuggled out with them.” Michael looked over at me. “I’ve done some reading about feudal times in Russia. Landowners had it pretty good. Not only did the farmers give up their crops but they could take their pick of anyone on their land.”
“I didn’t know that. Slavery was big in Russian?” Damien asked.
“Not exactly. They had serfs. The serfs might have had slaves. But the nobles weren’t limited to just the slaves.”
Michael’s words hung in the air. Damien let them sit there, his gaze locked on Michael like a challenge. Then, with the smallest of smiles, he rose from the water without a word. Damien led Dylan to a chaise, laying him on his stomach. He looked at me. “Get him ready.” Michael and Dylan watched as I crawled between Dylan’s legs. I pushed his cheeks apart and opened him with my tongue. When I finished, I sat back waiting for Damien to make love to Dylan. Instead, Damien spread his legs leaning on the side of the hot tub. He locked eyes with Michael.
“Now me.”
My chest tightened — I hadn’t expected him to offer, and the thought he might change his mind made my pulse throb in my ears. The hot tub had stolen his scent, that intoxicating musk I craved, leaving only the clean heat of his skin. It was a loss that stung, but I still leaned in, parting him with my tongue, searching for any trace of him. Damien shifted, opening wider, making sure Michael could see how deep I buried myself, my hunger on full display. Let him see, I thought — let him know how completely I’m owned. In the back of my mind, Michael’s earlier words echoed — breaking horses in a way that made them love you. This was that. I wasn’t just broken; I was bridled, trained, and eager for the reins to tighten.
“Lord, which do you want?” Damien asked as he pushed me out of the way and turned so Michael could compare them from behind.
Michael stood. His lean frame highlighting his impressive manhood. He really was Damien’s dark twin. “The Lord chooses the Master.” Dylan began to move off the chaise. “While the Master beds his groom.”
Damien climbed onto Dylan, easing himself deep with a steady, unhurried rhythm. Michael stepped up behind him, his presence looming, hands already finding Damien’s hips. Damien didn’t turn — he didn’t need to — his voice carrying over his shoulder like the crack of a whip.
“When Michael’s ready, I want your tongue in his ass.”
Michael moved slowly, giving Damien time to relax — to open. When he was buried to the hilt, I went to work, my mouth roaming between them as they spread for me, letting me feed their pleasure.
My own dick strained against its cage. Damien moaned. Michael and Damien synchronize. Their rhythm increased. Michael pushed me out of the way. I sat back to watch.
Michael’s breathing increased. His thrusts became harder. On the brink of climax, he started to pull out. Damien reached around, holding Michael inside himself. I thought about the noble’s rights: Bred by the landowner.
Michael pulled out, I sucked his dick clean. The taste of Damien driving my hunger. After, he sat in the chair behind me. He watched as Damien brought it to a close.
“Okay babe. It’s now or never.” Damien whispered to Dylan, rolling off to allow Dylan to stand. Damien got on all fours. Dylan took him doggie style using Michael’s cum as lube. Dylan did his best to make it last, but it didn’t take long before a deep animal moan escaped him as he came—hard. Damien reached back and pulled Dylan’s hips against his cheeks. Dylan pumped his load deep into Damien’s ass.
Damien stood.
“Lay on the ground. Face up.”
I obeyed, the deck lights and the gleam of the lake fading from my vision as he loomed over me. Michael and Dylan shifted in their chairs, Dylan leaned forward.
“Open your mouth.”
The first push of cum slid from his ass into me, warm and heavy, some splattering across my cheek. I caught Michael’s eyes as it dripped down — calm, assessing — while Dylan grinned like he’d been waiting for this all night.
“Now lick.”
I swallowed and pushed my tongue deep, cleaning him out while their eyes stayed locked on me. Damien shifted forward, grinding down over my mouth. A sudden fart vibrated against my lips; Dylan chuckled under his breath. Michael didn’t smile — he just kept watching, like he was appraising a horse’s gait.
Damien stood, jacked himself hard, and added his load to my mouth. I could feel their stares on my face as I swallowed.
Michael gave the smallest nod — an unspoken approval of Damien’s mastery. Dylan’s grin widened, though there was a flicker in his eyes I couldn’t quite read.
My whole body trembled. This wasn’t a game. My only desire was to be used by him — and to be seen being used.
“Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome, slave,” Damien said.
As I started to rise, Dylan’s foot pressed to my chest — light, but enough to keep me down.
“Easy, pup,” he said with a smile that was almost teasing. “Don’t forget who you came here with.”
End of Part 1
