Spiritual Retreats – Chapter 13 (second part)

After about half an hour of riding, with my mind full of morbid images, Carlos asked Abel to stop in a wooded area of the hacienda. He wanted us to get some shade and take the chance to rest and urinate, since the constant movement had made many of us want to empty our bladders. So we did, and each of us looked for a place to do it. It was morbid to see all these males in that position. I searched like crazy for Carlos, but I saw that Abel had taken him farther ahead to a more private place, so we couldn’t see him. Sebastián stood beside me; it was clear he wanted to keep provoking me, and I gave him what he wanted. I didn’t miss a second of his piss. This wasn’t my fetish, but just seeing him like that, and looking for any excuse to keep the game between us alive, turned me on enormously. From the rest of the group I could only see their backs, some asses—especially those who weren’t wearing underwear—and hear their streams hitting some tree or the grass on the ground.

They gave us a few minutes to enjoy the place. The landscape was quite beautiful, that had to be admitted. We moved a little away from our horses on foot, went a bit into that forest, and in the distance we could see Abel and Carlos greeting some of the hacienda workers who were arriving at the place where we were. After a while, during which many of us lay down on the grass to look at the trees and the sky, we heard the leader shout, asking us to come back so we could finish the activity.

When we reached our horses, I could see the workers more closely. There were 5 in total, typical country men. They were wearing overalls but with their torsos exposed, showing the heavy work they did on the hacienda. Everything here seemed to have been done with a prior casting. When we got closer to our animals, we were very surprised by what we saw. It looked like something out of a cheap porno movie. On the saddles of those of us who weren’t wearing underwear at that moment, they had attached kinds of dildos, plugs, or whatever you want to call them. They intended for us to sit on them and continue the ride with that penetrating our asses. Seen like that, it was extremely morbid, as long as others were the ones forced into it. But when I thought carefully that I was one of those about to have to sit on one of those dildos, I thought the situation wouldn’t be so morbid after all. Carlos saw our faces, and I could see in his that characteristic malice of his. Those who still had their underwear showed surprise, anguish, revulsion, and I even saw laughter in some of them. I swallowed and began to get used to the idea of accepting my punishment like a true male. Abel harassed us, whipping his riding crop as always, frightening us and trying to get us to mount the horses quickly. He explained to the group that this item placed on our saddles was part of the punishment we deserved for having broken the rules of El Edén in one way or another, and that if we didn�...