THE WEEKEND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 26 - WEEKEND PART 7 -

THE WEEKEND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING 26 - WEEKEND PART 7 -

Continuation of the previous story.

—Hey, do you guys mind if I start preparing the barbecue? I already bought everything —said Martín.

—Go ahead, great —responded Pedro—. I'll help you.

The two of them started building the fire, arranging the grills. Juan stayed there, standing next to them, naked, with the chastity device, without anyone saying anything to him. The three of them started talking about nonsense: the River Plate match on Sunday, the mess at Martín's job, how expensive everything was. Juan participated like one of them, although he noticed that Martín looked at him sideways from time to time, with a half-smile, enjoying his state of nudity.

—I'm going to get the things, it'll be ready in a bit —said Martín, wiping his hands.

—Wait, dude —cut in Pedro, looking straight at Juan—. We have Juan for that. Juan, set the table, take care of everything.

Juan raised his gaze for a second. He didn't argue.

—Yes, Pedro —he said in a low voice and went into the kitchen.

Martín let out a low, almost excited laugh.

—Look how the son of a bitch obeys... it turns me on.

Pedro and he continued talking to each other, laughing, while Juan's movements could be heard inside: plates, utensils, glasses, the wine bottle, the bread. When he returned to the patio, he already had the table under the quincho ready.

—Ready. Two minutes more and we eat —announced Martín.

Juan stayed standing next to the table. He looked at Pedro.

—Pedro... can I at least put on some shorts? I'd like to feel like one of you guys at least while we eat, please —he said, avoiding eye contact.

Pedro looked at him as if he had said the most ridiculous thing in the world. He let out a short, cruel laugh.

—No. What for? Don't be ridiculous. We all already know what you are. No matter how much clothing you put on, you're going to keep being the group's whore. Are you going to play shy now, after we've used you all weekend like a hole?

Juan looked at Martín, seeking a minimum of support, something to soften the humiliation.

Martín shrugged, but his eyes were bright with excitement.

—Pedro is right, Juan. At this point... what for? We all know that under any clothing, you're still a whore. Stay like that, I like seeing the cage while we eat.

Juan lowered his head, resigned. His chest rose and fell faster. He accepted, as always.

—Go serve the food while we sit down —Pedro ordered him.

Juan obeyed again. He served the plates carefully, cut the bread, filled the glasses. Then he sat down with them, naked, the cage resting against the edge of the chair, visible to anyone who looked down. They started eating. They chatted about trivialities for a while longer: the price of gasoline, a trip Martín wanted to take to the coast, how bad the traf...