The long Journey: Chapter 11

The six of us were taken to a small wooden cabin in the middle of the woods. It had a galley, a living room a bedroom with three large beds and a shower and toilet – and an outhouse. The whole place was set out with close circuit television cameras which would record all our activities over the three day period and there was no television, radio or phone but the cameras were viewable on the internet. There were no rules except that no one was to stray more than two hundred yards from the shack. No one was in overall charge, we had to work that out for ourselves. The camp staff would not visit until the three days were over. Our behaviour would be reviewed by all of us with the use of the recordings.

As a starter I volunteered to continue with the cooking. Everyone agreed. We sat round the table in the galley to see if we could work out some rules. I made tea. One of the Doms suggested the subs should not wear any clothes and the subs readily agreed. We also agreed to maintain the same times for meals as we had at the camp. That is, until Panther suggested the Doms should get an extra hour in bed and subs bring them breakfast. The subs and Otter remained silent but Hammer wasn’t happy with the idea. The subs were sent to the bedroom while the Doms argued it out. Panther got his way and in compensation Hammer was made keeper of the key to the drinks cupboard. The next dispute was about sleeping arrangements. Finally it was agreed Doms would have a bed each. Subs were not entitled to one but would have to persuade a Dom to allow them in.

A big problem was going to be boredom. The subs put their clothes in lockers and settled in the living room to play cards. The Doms explored outside. The subs got to think about what they could use for stakes. Favours? Access to Doms? The idea of getting together to control access to the Doms through cards was a bit shocking. That got me to wondering which two guys had got on to my bed in the fourth week. The Doms came in at that moment. “Fancy a game of strip poker?” quipped one of the subs. “Once naked you have to play for forfeits,” Panther commented. Who decides the forfeit? We all agreed that the forfeits should be decided in advance and then pulled out of a hat. A Dom wouldn’t have to pay a forfeit until he’d lost all his clothes. I was already getting hard at the idea and hid my cock with my arms. At that moment Hammer told me he wanted to use me as a footstool. “Then I can’t play cards,” I retorted. “I’ll play your hand,” he said. I really wanted Otter but did not want to make enemies. “If the rest agree,” I replied, curious to know whether he would play my hand properly or deliberately badly. I soon found out. Badly. I didn’t know if he did it because he liked me or disliked me. All I know is that I collected a lot of forfeits and ended up feeling very randy. “I feel so randy; may I get up now, Sir, as I have to prepare food.” That night I ended up in his bed. Day two started early for me as I had to get up and make breakfast. I served it to all three Doms in bed. I thought it might curry favour; I desperately wanted Otter but I didn’t want to let it show as Hammer could be moody and I could end up without any bed at all. I tried to find out if anyone had the hots for Hammer; after all he was big and brawny and forceful as his name suggested. In the end the stay in the cabin passed off uneventfully apart from some sparring between Doms which relieved the humdrum routine. I never did get to sleep with Otter.

Our leaving day arrived. I had not won the big prize. We were each asked if we might do work for the organisation in the future. I gave cautious agreement but did not want them to give out my contact details. I did give those to Ahmed and was soon speeding back to London in the tracksuit I had arrived in.