The Weekend Part 2
I got up before everyone else the next morning. After showering, I put my collar back on and slipped my feet into my boots. Then I went to work. I got the fire going, started the coffee and began making breakfast.
Jeff and Kyle must have woken at some point in the night and made their way to bed. They began to stir from the cabins once the coffee was brewed. I’m a pretty good campsite cook and made a breakfast of sausage, eggs, and pancakes.
After breakfast, everyone went to the lake. I tagged along. I was the first one to dive in. The lake was cold, but it felt good. The others stripped on shore.
Damien and Michael naked together was impressive. I wasn’t the only one to notice.
Dylan ran to Damien, picking him up bride style and running into the lake. They both screamed and laughed when they hit the cold water. Michael walked in behind them, an amused smile on his face.
“Steve, you could have warned us!” Dylan teased as he swam to me and pushed me under water. I swam back a bit splashing him and laughing.
We all turned to Kyle and Jeff urging them to join us. After seeing Damien and Dylan’s reaction, they were in no hurry. They’d both stripped. Kyle was built like a fireplug. All muscle packed into a 5’ 4” frame. Jeff was half a foot taller and had the body of a wrestler. Lots of hair with a little bit of a belly. Jeff’s hands shielded his crotch, not from the cold but from our eyes, his discomfort plain. Kyle made a point of checking out Jeff’s ass, giving an exaggerated “thumbs up”. Jeff laughed at something Kyle said. They took a final look at each other to steel their nerves, then ran into the water.
We swam and splashed like school kids on the first day of summer break. It was relaxing and fun. Jeff didn’t mention anything about leaving.
After the swim, everyone got dressed for a hike. Damien offered to bring me along. I filled a day pack with water bottles, snacks and a first aid kit. Dylan grabbed my puppy tail and harness from the trunk. Jeff watched as I inserted the plug then slipped the harness in place.
“Uh, he can’t go like that, can he?” he asked, looking first at Damien then at Michael.
Michael shrugged. “Why not?”
Kyle and Dylan walked with Damien to the trail head. Michael put his arm around Jeff turning him toward the others. I took up the rear.
The trail was steep but not too difficult. Jeff found a fallen branch and fashioned it into a walking stick for me to use. After about an hour we broke the tree line. The trail became rockier and narrower as we approached the summit. Being naked up here was freeing. It didn’t feel erotic, it felt clean. Still, if anyone else was up here there was nowhere to hide, and I had no clothes with me.
Jeff allowed himself to fall back from the group.
“Boss, you okay?” he looked around to make sure the others were far enough ahead that we could talk.
“Yes. I’m just a little slower than you all are. Don’t worry about me.”
“I stayed because, well, I wasn’t sure if maybe you need some help.”
“I don’t. Really.”
“But they treat you like a slave…”
“Because I am. I want this. I don’t know why Damien invited you and I’m sorry if this makes you think less of me. But if you’re only staying to ‘help’ me, you don’t need to.”
“I’m going to stay. Just in case you change your mind.”
I looked at his eyes. He meant well.
“Okay. If I change my mind, I’ll tell you. I promise.”
“We need water.” Dylan yelled back. I ran to catch up.
They had found a small promontory for a rest. We were only about a hundred yards from the top. I pulled out water bottles for each and offered them along with granola bars.
“This really is perfect.” Kyle said. He looked at Damien, then at me. “We can use him all weekend, right? That’s what you said.”
“Yes Kyle. Don’t abuse him but whatever you need.”
“Nice.” Kyle leaned back against a rock and laced his fingers behind his head. “Suck my dick.”
“Really?” Jeff stood up. “Out here?”
“Dude, calm down. No one’s getting in trouble. This is Michael’s land.” Dylan spoke softly, calming.
“If it makes you uncomfortable, I’m sure Kyle can wait till we get back to camp.”
“Man. Seriously? I wanted to look at this view while he did it.”
“He thinks I don’t want this,” I offered, keeping my head bowed.
Jeff looked uncomfortable. “I just don’t understand, I guess. I should probably head back.”
“You can,” Damien said.
“But you want me to stay.”
“Yes. I want you to stay. I think you could have fun—if you relax. Steve is living his best life. This is exactly what he wants. We don’t judge him for it.” Turning to me. “Suck off Kyle.” Kyle relaxed and I went to work, unbuttoning his pants.
“Thanks Damien.”
“See. He’s learned to accept what he wants.”
“I’m straight.”
“So what, man? You think if my slave sucks your dick, you don’t love your wife? You can do both.”
“I’m not going to go behind her back.”
“Then don’t, have fun. Then go home and talk to her about it. Maybe she wants to have a weekend with some women. Have you ever asked her?”
Kyle was soft so I worked on his head with my tongue.
Michael and Dylan pretended to watch me as they listened to Jeff and Damien. Jeff’s eyes were locked on me and Kyle. Jeff adjusted himself as he sat.
Kyle’s dick grew as my head bobbed up and down.
“Steve’s a great cocksucker,” Damien said.
“He sure the fuck is.” Kyle agreed loudly.
Kyle grabbed my head and began fucking my face causing me to choke. Tears were streaming down my face when he groaned loudly.
“Oh man. Oh man. I’m cumming!”
“Don’t swallow.” Damien said to me as Kyle came. “I want you to hold it in your mouth.”
Kyle pulled his dick out and watched as I dried him with a napkin and put his dick back in his briefs. They had Top stitched into the waistband in blue. He pulled up his pants.
“I don’t know what you’re asking me to do.”
“Cum is great lube. Steve has a mouthful right now. Let him jack you off.”
I sat, mouth closed. Rolling Kyle’s cum on my tongue. Everyone was watching to see what came next. Michael smiled.
“Do it” Kyle said.
“No way I even get hard with all of you watching.”
“That sounds like a challenge,” Damien said smiling. “I’ll tell you what, if he can get you hard, instead of a hand job, he gives you a blow job. If he can’t, we’ll all head back now and you can head out if you want. Either way, we’ll keep the sex to a minimum.”
“And you’ll let him get dressed?”
Damien thought for a moment. “Sure. If you don’t get off, he can get dressed when we get back to camp.”
Jeff looked around then stood. Waited a beat. Then he grabbed his belt buckle and undid his Wranglers. “Okay.”
Kyle whistled and Dylan laughed. I caught Damien and Michael exchange a glance.
“Don’t let me down.” Damien said to me as I made my way to Jeff. I dropped to my knees and reached into his boxers.
His dick was soft.
I let Kyle’s cum drop into my hand and began to massage along his shaft and head. He stiffened as his dick began to react to my touch.
“Relax. We made a deal.” Jeff’s eyes flicked from Damien back to me. He took a deep breath.
I began to stroke him as he lengthened. I licked his balls through his boxers. When he was hard, I slid him into my mouth. The boys cheered. I flicked my tongue across his head. I tasted the saltiness of his precum.
I pressed forward taking his full length down my throat until I gagged. I reached up and probed between his legs finding the pucker of his asshole. I massaged his taint and pulled on his balls.
He came without warning.
“Hold it.” Damien ordered again. “Take out your tail.”
Damien didn’t take his eyes off of Jeff. Jeff pulled up his jeans. But he didn’t move, like he was waiting to be dismissed.
“Get into position and lube up.”
I undid the harness quickly and straddled a knee-high boulder. I spit into my hand and reached between my legs. I lubed with Jeff’s cum. I tilted my hips up into position.
“Michael, do you want to lead or follow?”
“I’ll follow.” Michael had taken a perch just above us watching the action unfold.
Dylan and Kyle sat passing a canteen back and forth like popcorn at a movie. Jeff didn’t move.
Damien stepped behind me. I saw Jeff’s eyes widen when Damien pulled out his dick. Unlike that morning at the lake, he was fully erect.
“Fuck dude, I’m glad you’re not fucking me with that.” Kyle said as he leaned closer to watch.
Damien pushed hard and fast. I gasped. All eyes were locked on us. All I could do was hold on as Damien fucked me. It was as close to savage as he had been since that first night in the woods, and I rode it. If Damien wanted to show his power, I wanted to match him with my submission.
He turned to Dylan as he stepped out of the way. Dylan was quick.
Kyle took his turn next. Having just cum I was surprised when I saw his legs between mine. He took longer this time.
Then it was Michael’s turn. He’d been sitting back and studying the situation. He was wearing shorts and dropped them leaving himself naked from the waist to his hiking boots.
Michael slid inside me. He spoke directly to Jeff as his hips began to move.
“Straight men talk about bonding all the time. That’s all this is. This feels good, man.”
Jeff still hadn’t moved. Michael took his time. Pacing himself.
“Up here, different rules apply.”
Jeff shifted his weight.
Michael gave one last thrust before pulling free. His hands stayed on my thighs for a beat, then he shifted me down onto my back, knees high toward my chest, boots brushing his ribs.
“Better view,” he said, still speaking to Jeff.
“I’m...I’m good. I just…”
Michael didn’t bother pulling his shorts back on. He crossed to Jeff, leaning in close, one hand heavy on his shoulder. I couldn’t hear the words, but I saw the way Jeff’s eyes dropped to me, then back to him, the tension in his jaw easing.
A moment later Michael moved to my head. He caught my ankles and lifted them, spreading me open against the boulder, holding me in place for Jeff. From where he stood, Jeff could see everything—my face, my surrender, the way Michael’s grip displayed me for him.
Over Jeff’s shoulder I glanced toward Damien. He was watching, still and intent, his gaze pinning me where I lay. The faintest nod—barely a tilt of his chin—set something off inside me. My thighs loosened, opening wider, my hips tipping up in an unspoken offering.
Jeff’s eyes caught the movement. His chest swelled, a flush rising in his neck. He took it for submission to him. His hand clamped tighter on my thigh as he stepped forward like a man claiming what was his.
“Your turn,” Michael said in that calm, directive tone. Jeff obeyed instantly, sliding in. Michael’s voice followed, steady and instructive: “Good. Take your time. Feel it.” It could have been any lesson, any training—but Jeff didn’t hear how much it sounded like Michael was schooling a pet.
In the distance, I caught movement—a couple of riders cresting the ridge. The faint thump of hooves carried down the trail. My eyes flicked back to Damien; his smirk deepened. He knew.
Jeff kept thrusting, too close to notice anything but the heat and the rhythm.
“Don’t rush it… now hold,” Michael instructed. Jeff froze mid-thrust.
“Now,” Michael said, and Jeff groaned, spilling into me just as the horses reined up. He pulled back, fumbling with his jeans, still breathing hard.
“Bill. Frank,” Michael called out, friendly and easy. “Good to see you.” They looked at me and then at Jeff, busy fastening his jeans.
“This is Jeff. Jeff, meet Bill and Frank.” Michael said without changing positions. “Jeff is our new stud.”
Jeff straightened a little under the introduction, the praise in Michael’s tone feeding something deep.
“Looks like you’re busy, Boss,” one of them said.
“Just having some fun. Want a turn?”
The riders’ eyes lingered on me, still open and glistening, Michael’s hands heavy on my ankles keeping me in place. Kyle’s grin widened; Dylan chuckled softly. Damien didn’t look away from me, not even when the riders declined Michael’s offer of “hospitality” and rode on.
Only after they were gone did Michael release my legs, the imprint of his fingers still warm on my skin.
“That wasn’t funny man.” Jeff complained while the others laughed. “He wants…this. I was just trying to get off.”
Damien walked up, plucked my tail from where it sat, and held it out to Jeff.
“He’s full of our cum,” he said, voice low but carrying. “Leave it in and it lingers — in his skin, his muscles. A reminder of who’s had him.”
Jeff looked at the plug, then at me still on my back.
“That’s how you mark someone. Your call.”
Jeff’s jaw tightened. He crouched, pressing the plug into me until it seated with a soft, final push.
Michael’s mouth curved. “See how natural that was? That’s the kind of instinct I look for in a stallion.”
Kyle slapped Jeff’s shoulder.
Jeff straightened a little taller, the praise landing.
Dylan picked up the harness and handed it to Jeff.
Jeff tossed at me, “Put this on.”
“Nice.” Damien looked at Michael. “Looks like we have a natural.”
Michael nodded as he slipped his shorts over his boots. Everyone took turns patting Jeff on the back.
“Dude you literally just fucked your boss.”
We resumed our hike to the summit. My ass was sore and it was clear from the way I walked. Of course, Kyle couldn’t let that go.
“Fuck dude, we fucked him so hard he can’t walk straight.”
Jeff laughed along with the others as we came up to the summit. It was beautiful but a little anti-climactic after the events of the “rest”. Once everyone had their fill, we headed back to camp.
That afternoon they napped. I removed my tail and showered, checking to make sure nothing came out. I liked the thought of carrying their mark, even if Damien’s story wasn’t true.
Once I was cleaned up, I prepared the campfire and set up a makeshift bar with bourbon, beer, ice and solo cups.
Michael took Diablo out for a ride.
Jeff was the first one up. When he saw me, he started to close his door then seemed to change his mind as he strode to the campfire. When we were alone, he avoided my eyes, but in front of the others he barked orders louder, like he needed them to hear he was in charge.
“May I get you something?”
“Bring me a beer.”
He was standing next to the bar, but I went to the ice chest and popped open a bottle getting on my knees to hand it to him.
“Uh, sorry, I guess I could have done that.”
“That’s okay, that’s what I’m here for.”
“It’s going to be weird at work,” he said to himself.
“Probably not as much as you think,” I kept my head bowed. He nodded and walked over to the fire.
“Where are the other guys?”
“Michael took Diablo for a ride. Kyle is in his cabin and Damien and Dylan are in Michael’s cabin. I think they’re taking a nap.”
Jeff took another sip, staring at the unlit campfire. It was probably around 6 in the evening and would be getting dark soon.
“Bring me another beer. And a shot.”
Jeff clearly had something on his mind.
“Is there anything else?”
“What would you do if I stood up and pissed in your mouth.”
“Swallow”
“That’s gross.”
I stayed kneeling, waiting.
“Okay,” he said finally, like he wasn’t sure who he was answering. “I don’t need anything else.” He leaned forward knocking back the shot. He glanced back at his cabin, then over to Michael’s.
Kyle was up next, stretching and yawning as he walked toward us. A smile spread across Jeff’s face. He settled back in his chair.
Seeing Jeff with a beer, he walked over and sat next to him.
“Beer me, slave.” I handed it to him. “Stay close, I’m gonna want to recycle that in a minute.”
“Yes sir.”
“Call me Master Kyle.”
“Yes Master Kyle.”
“And call him Master Jeff.”
“Yes Master Jeff and Master Kyle.”
Kyle laughed. They started talking about other things.
I lit the campfire.
They continued to drink.
Michael rode up. I could smell the sweat and leather as he tended to Diablo. He waved to us before heading in the opposite direction to his cabin. About thirty minutes later, he re-emerged with Damien and Dylan in tow.
Jeff and Kyle were already drunk and not slowing down. I expected Damien to cut them off, he didn’t like sloppy drinking. I looked at him when they ordered another round, but he nodded his permission.
I served a dinner of burgers and beans then cleared away the dishes. I piled them in a tub to take to the lake after they all went to bed.
“Kneel, slave.” Kyle ordered. He stood up teetering a bit and pulled his dick out. I did my best to catch his stream in my mouth, but he was rushed. He covered me in his piss.
I felt a second stream on my back and turned to find Jeff. I looked over at Damien. No reaction. I stayed on my knees until they were finished.
“May I rinse off?”
Jeff scoffed.
“Are you going to let him?” Damien asked.
“I don’t give a fuck.” Jeff said. “Yeah, go rinse or whatever.”
He sat back down heavily.
I used the outdoor shower. I heard them congratulating Jeff on his “Mastery”.
When I returned to the group, they headed to Michael’s cabin.
“Don’t forget the fire,” Michael said over his shoulder. He had his arm around Jeff. Dylan and Damien were on either side of Kyle.
I found the group on the back porch. Damien, Dylan, and Kyle were in the hot tub. Michael was sitting on the backsteps to the deck, Jeff’s head in his lap. They were all naked.
“Eat his asshole,” Michael said turning to Jeff, “It feels great.”
I pushed Jeff’s cheeks apart opening his hole with my tongue and lubing him with my spit. He hadn’t been in the hot tub yet, he tasted of musk. My caged dick stirred.
Damien tapped my shoulder, and I shifted aside to make room. Michael’s hand never left Jeff’s hair, steady and reassuring as he looked down at him.
“Breathe,” Michael murmured, just loud enough for us to hear. Then, to Damien: “Take him.”
Damien’s hips pressed forward, the blunt head nudging inside. Jeff’s eyes flew open.
“Oh fuck!” Kyle blurted before Dylan shushed him.
Michael stroked Jeff’s temple, voice low and coaxing. “It’s okay, Jeff. Last night I gave myself to Damien. Masters do it too. The strength is in the offering.”
Jeff’s jaw clenched. “I—”
“If you want me to stop him, I will,” Michael said, calm as ever, though his eyes never left Damien’s. “But if you let him, it means you’re strong enough to take it. Strong enough to choose it.”
Jeff swallowed hard. “No. I’m strong.”
Michael nodded once, the barest signal of consent. Damien eased forward, sliding in slowly, claiming Jeff’s virginity as we all watched. My chest tightened at the sight. Jeff was biting down hard, but he didn’t pull away.
Damien stilled, waiting, holding himself inside. Michael bent lower, whispering into Jeff’s ear, stroking his hair like he was guiding him through the pain into something deeper. Only when Jeff’s breath began to even out did Michael glance up and murmur to Damien: “Now. Give it to him.”
Damien began to move, steady and deliberate, his rhythm measured to Michael’s nods. Jeff buried his head against Michael’s bare thigh, clutching him like a life raft. Michael didn’t flinch, his hand gentle on Jeff’s head as he spoke softly: “That’s it. Let him in. Every stroke is strength, passing into you. Take it. Make it yours.”
Jeff’s body loosened, the tension slowly melting out of him. Michael held him close, guiding him into surrender even as Damien’s pace grew, each thrust less about possession than about filling the gift Michael had laid out.
When Damien stiffened and groaned, Michael gave Jeff a final instruction: “Don’t let it fall. Hold his strength in you.” Jeff obeyed, his muscles tightening instinctively.
Silence followed, thick and reverent. Damien pulled free, but Michael didn’t let Jeff go. His hand stayed in Jeff’s hair, his voice calm, satisfied: “That’s how a real man is made. Not by what he takes, but by what he accepts. Remember that.” Michael said and Jeff nodded his assent. “Do you want Dylan or Kyle to go next?”
Jeff’s eyes flicked toward them, uncertainty clouding his face. Dylan leaned forward, eager, while Kyle grinned, half-drunk but ready.
“Choose,” Michael said, gentle but firm. “That’s what Masters do. They choose.”
Jeff hesitated, then whispered, “Dylan.”
Michael smiled faintly, satisfied. “Good. You’ll take his strength next. Then Kyle’s. Piece by piece, you’ll be marked by the men around you. And you’ll hold it all.”
Dylan was next, and he didn’t wait for more than Michael’s nod. He slid in quick, almost careless, his energy buzzing like he was chasing a high. Jeff gasped, jerking against Michael’s thigh, but Dylan only grinned, his hands clamping Jeff’s hips as he set a pace that was fast, hungry, unrelenting.
Jeff tried to brace himself, but Dylan was younger, wilder — all momentum, no patience. The slap of skin against skin filled the porch, drowning out Jeff’s raw, broken breaths.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Dylan laughed, not cruel, just exhilarated. He wasn’t testing Jeff — he was using him, reveling in it, like the game was already won.
Jeff buried his face deeper against Michael’s leg, clutching him like an anchor. Michael stroked his hair steadily, grounding him while Dylan thrust harder, faster, until Jeff’s body betrayed him — loosening despite himself, meeting the rhythm.
The sound Dylan made when he came was sharp, victorious. He held there a beat, still buried deep, then pulled out with a wet slap, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as if he’d just run a sprint.
Jeff stayed folded against Michael, trembling. Dylan smirked as he dropped back into the hot tub, his grin boyish, almost proud, like he’d just dared someone into doing something outrageous and gotten away with it.
Kyle waited for Michael’s signal. “Relax, man. It’s just me,” Kyle murmured as he got into position.
Jeff’s eyes flicked up at him — surprised. Kyle had been his ally in the small, ordinary ways. Now his cock pressed between Jeff’s cheeks, and the weight of it meant something else entirely.
Jeff swallowed, the realization hitting him. It was Kyle — the guy who’d laughed with him, who’d had his back. And Kyle wanted in.
“You got this,” Kyle said, almost gentle, though his grin never quite left. Then he pushed, slow, steady, until Jeff’s breath hitched.
Jeff gripped Michael’s thigh tighter, his body taut. Kyle eased forward another inch, and Jeff’s face changed — shock giving way to something rawer, the crack in his defenses widening.
“See? Nothin’ to it,” Kyle whispered, his voice threading between reassurance and possession. “You’re stronger than you think.”
Jeff’s chest rose and fell hard, his eyes darting to Dylan, then back to Damien. And for the first time, he wasn’t just enduring it. He was letting Kyle in, knowing this was no longer a line they could ever step back from.
When Kyle finally started to thrust — short, rapid strokes, chasing his release — Jeff’s lips parted, and the smallest sound escaped him. Not protest. Not pain. Something else.
Kyle groaned, finishing quickly, but when he pulled out, he gave Jeff a slap on the shoulder like they’d just closed a deal. “Knew you could handle it.”
Jeff didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes said it all. The friendship had shifted — sealed now with something he couldn’t laugh off, couldn’t undo. Kyle joined Dylan in the hot tub.
Everyone had had their turn. Jeff was trembling, head still resting in Michael’s lap, his body marked and open.
Michael stroked his hair once more, then tugged gently. “Up.”
Jeff blinked at him, dazed. “What—?”
“Up,” Michael repeated, firmer this time. He guided Jeff forward, easing him onto hands and knees. Michael’s hand stayed heavy on his shoulder, grounding him.
“You’ve taken their strength,” Michael said quietly, voice meant for Jeff alone. “But mine’s different. Mine will break you open. You need it.”
He moved behind Jeff, pressing the weight of his body in, his hands gripping Jeff’s hips with a force that said this wasn’t a negotiation.
Jeff tensed. Michael bent low, his mouth at Jeff’s ear. “Breathe. Let it happen. Don’t fight what you’ve already chosen.”
Jeff exhaled, shuddering, and his body softened under Michael’s hold.
Michael pushed in slow at first, deliberate, until Jeff gasped holding onto the edge of the wooden deck. Then Michael’s rhythm shifted—measured, relentless, each thrust carrying the certainty Jeff had been missing.
The others had gone quiet. Only the sound of flesh, breath, and Jeff’s breaking voice filled the air.
Then it happened—Jeff’s whole body softened. His head dropped forward, and a sound escaped him, not a groan of pain but a ragged, trembling laugh that tipped into a sob. His shoulders shook. Dylan and Kyle fell silent, their grins fading into something more curious, almost reverent.
Michael held him there, moving slow, steady. Jeff leaned back against him like he’d been waiting years to let this out. I couldn’t look away.
When Michael finally slipped out, Jeff wiped his face like nothing had happened. He didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. But I’d seen it. We all had. And Damien… Damien looked like he’d just confirmed a prediction he’d made weeks ago.
Michael leaned down, his hand still firm on Jeff’s shoulder. His voice was quiet, even, meant for Jeff but carrying to all of us:
“Hold on to that, Jeff—because it’s yours now.”
