It was dark, and cold, as we made our way over the bumpy field, walking back to our campsite. There were six of us and we had a cozy setup with our tents, a large kitchen area, and chairs surrounding a metal fire pit. The party was winding down in the big red barn at the bottom of the hill and we had decided to leave, wanting more drinks and some snacks.
The party had been quite a scene with lots of costumes and revelry but I was happy to get back into the quieter outer edge, enjoy the night sky filled with stars. I couldn't get this view of the heavens from my suburban house, it was too close to the city.
I was a newcomer to this crowd, invited by a friend and meeting the other four women for the first time earlier today upon arrival at the secluded property.
We had just returned to camp when Morgan noticed someone approaching. It was a man that had been at the party, and he strode up to us wearing a black gladiator skirt, boots, and nothing else.
"Hello ladies," he said. "Can I assist you with anything tonight?"
We were sitting in a circle of camp chairs and immediately everyone began looking at each other, not sure what to think. He walked right up to us, and a couple of them giggled and blushed.
Lila considered herself bold, and laughingly suggested he strip. He chuckled, assuming she was joking, and maybe she was, but he had strolled into our camp of his own free will and I was going to call his bluff.
"I believe the lady asked you to strip," I said sternly, "or you can leave." I looked straight at him, not laughing, a strong devious grin on my face. There was no mistaking that I was serious. The other women looked at me, shocked at the casual manner in which I commanded this man.
He looked around at all of the gazes now falling across him and I waited to see what he would do.
"You can stay if you strip and serve us," I said.
There was very little light and I couldn't make out his expression but he hesitated before unbuckling the belt around the skirt and releasing it to the ground around his feet. I sat back into my seat, grinning, as everyone else gasped and giggled, hands over their mouths.
I picked up a flashlight from beside my chair and directed the light toward him. The bravado he had walking into our camp had faded and he stood shifting his feet, head slightly lowered, face blushing. He was very tall with wide shoulders, well defined torso, and muscular arms and legs, an impressive sight.
"It's cold, make us a fire," I told him, keeping the flashlight shining on him. The others were still giggling and looking at him and each other with wide eyes.
"Is this actually happening?" laughed Lila.
After a moment of hesitation he asked where our firewood was kept.
"Go into the woods and collect some," I replied, reaching the flashlight toward him. "Be careful not to get scratched up by the branches," I added. He took the flashlight and headed into the trees, returning a few minutes later with his arms full of dry branches. The look of disbelief was stronger on his face than my camp mates' but his cock had grown hard and bobbed around as he carried the wood and began to make a fire, betraying him, exposing his embarrassed arousal.
He built a fire and soon it was flickering and rising up, providing heat and also illuminating him, highlighting his muscles, the lines of his body, the erection that stuck out from his hips.
"Oh wow, oh my goodness," exclaimed Morgan as she stared at him, eye level with his cock as he worked on the fire. She sat next to me and turned, saying, "how are you so calm, not... um... you seem..." her voice trailed off.
"Not my first rodeo," I replied, as she looked at me, surprised by my composure and unsure of what to make of it.
"Boy," I said, "understand that you are free to leave at any time, but if you choose to continue to stay, you choose to obey."
His brow furrowed as he thought about what I meant, but his twitching cock continued to show how aroused he had become. He had sauntered brazenly into our camp to tease and tantalize us, not expecting to end up under my control like this.
After several seconds he nodded, acknowledging his submission, a concerned but excited look on his face.
"How may I serve?" he asked.
I glanced around the circle of women, they were still trying to process what was happening. "Someone give him a command," I said.
More glances passed between them until finally Jessica looked toward him, then me, "the dishes from dinner need to be washed."
His eyes darted to me, and I nodded toward our kitchen. "You heard her."
"My name is Thomas," he said.
"They don't care," I replied, "you are Boy. Go clean the kitchen."
He quickly scurried into the large kitchen tent and began to clean the dishes and table tops. Morgan looked at me with dismay, shaking her head, stunned but intrigued. "What are you doing?" she asked quietly.
"What he wants us to do, what we will enjoy," I replied.
He made quick work of the cleaning duties and I told Jessica to inspect his results, which she approved of. The fire had grown feeble and the night air had become very cold.
"Boy, don't let that fire go down, you need to make sure we are warm and comfortable," I commanded. We were all wearing warm outfits and had blankets and I was surprised that he wasn't freezing. It seemed the excitement and nervousness he felt kept him from feeling the cold.
