Spiritual Retreats - Chapter 13 (first part)

It was clear that I felt victorious with what I had just done with Sebastián; each time I was gaining more ground with this homophobic macho, and I was taking him to a very interesting place where he, apparently, was also enjoying himself. Life had put me in a place I never imagined, and it was leading me to experience a fetish I had always had and had never been able to explore, perhaps out of fear, prejudice, or simply because I hadn’t found where or with whom. These retreats were turning out to be a great experience for me and revealing where my preferences tended within this whole BDSM world. I was flooded with thoughts on the way to Cana—that was the name written on the gate of that estate—when Manuel and Esteban interrupted me from behind, asking me what was going on with their friend Sebastián. I tried to act like it had nothing to do with me, but they assured me they had seen us sitting together at the back of the bus. “We want to know what’s happening with our ‘best friend.’ Seeing him get off the bus like that, where it was clearly noticeable that he had just had an orgasm, without any of his typical attitudes, with his tunic full of semen, his face, his eyes, and his red mouth, left us with many doubts.” I interrupted them and told them sharply: “This place is bringing out in many of us what we truly are. It’s clear Carlos has that power; maybe that’s why his Spiritual Retreats are so famous, and his slogan says it well: You enter Eden as one person and leave as another. Maybe your friend is discovering how much he enjoys sex with a man who dominates him, who sodomizes him, who treats him severely, and in his attitudes before arriving here, there was only armor to protect himself. But the important thing here isn’t what’s happening with Sebastián; the important thing here is what’s happening with you. I have also begun to experience my changes. Make the most of these remaining days to experience yours.” I finished my speech, left them there, and continued on my way. I already felt like a whole spiritual and sexual coach, pfff, hahaha!

We arrived at the main house of Cana, where a man of about 40 was waiting for us. He looked physically pleasant, dressed very well, tall, with good bearing. He had boots, a hat, and all his outfit ready for a horseback ride. He introduced himself to the group as Abel and as the manager of the place. I was once again surprised by the appearance of these guys. He didn’t look like the typical estate foreman, country guys with rough manners, often foul-mouthed and with very local features. On the contrary, they looked urban, educated, good-looking, well dressed, and with very refined manners. He greeted our leader in a very close, almost intimate way. I was already beginning to suspect that this whole development vibrated in the same frequency, and after the greeting and introductions, we headed to the stables to choose our horses and begin the ride. I managed to fe...