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.
"Uh... yes ma'am," he replied, adding more wood and stirring the heap until the flames roared.
I heard Jessica comment that we hadn't gotten our snacks, so I told her to instruct Boy to fetch whatever anyone wanted. Timidly, she squeaked, "can you please get us some snacks?"
"Oh honey," I said, "say it like you mean it. And no pleases are necessary."
Everyone giggled again and Jessica managed to take a stronger tone and instructed him to go fetch some food. Lila added, "find the plates and make one for each of us with fruit and cheese."
"But wine first!" said Morgan quite loudly. Then quieter she whispered, "I think we need it."
Boy went back into the kitchen area, fumbling around, looking for glasses and wine. There were only two lanterns in there and they weren't very bright, and not much light from the raging fire was extending that far. Everyone was having too much fun watching him dig around to offer any help. He would bend over to search through boxes, exposing the outline of his balls hanging between his legs.
He found the glasses and set them out onto a table and kept looking for the wine, which he found in crates on the ground at the back side of the enclosure. Getting bolder, Morgan called out, "nice sack!" We all erupted into laughter.
He delivered the drinks two at a time, moving around the circle of chairs, walking between us and the fire. As he walked his cock bobbed and became the focus of attention.
Boy prepared plates of food and served them, completing his task in six trips back and forth, his hard dick sticking straight out and his balls swinging.
"Now, how about some entertainment?" I asked. The others giggled again, enthralled with everything going on and not sure of what to expect next.
"Dance for us, let us see you dance around that nice fire you made," I instructed.
He looked spooked by the instruction, but his cock got harder and twitched for several seconds as his hips involuntary thrust slightly.
Lila and Morgan reached behind their chairs and retrieved drums and fell into an enchanting primal beat and Thomas began moving to the rhythm of their song. I looked toward him and swirled my finger in circles. He knew what I meant and began to dance around the fire, encircling it, moving to the sound of the drums.
The glow of the fire light on his gyrating body was having a strong effect on all of us, but I sat studiously watching as they awkwardly shifted in their chairs, embarrassed by how much they wanted to watch his movements. He was performing well, rubbing his hands along his sexy body and thrusting his hips in tune to the beat of the drums. Our eyes met and I nodded my approval. Although aloof in my demeanor, my desire had been growing as I watched him, my pussy was throbbing and I could feel the wetness between my legs.
I watched them watch him, hunger in their gazes, amazed at the scene unfolding before them. As he passed by me I took a stern swat, landing my hand on his ass. "Go ahead if you want," I told them. "Smack him."
More nervous laughs and glances swept across our circle, and Lila was the first to indulge. She landed a firm hand on his cheeks and he gasped in surprise. Morgan went next, then Jessica, and eventually Becca, the timid one, joined in. He continued to dance despite the repeated strikes as he passed by each one of us. I had retrieved a black leather paddle from my bag and used it, more forcefully than the others were bold enough to try.
