Marching Band Cadet Chapter 50

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 50

This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: Dominance and submission, spanking, anal sex.

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Previously: Alone in the house on Sunday afternoon, JT and his boy Sam have finished lunch.

Our lunch plates were empty, so we headed down the hall back to the bedroom. I walked in front of JT, wagging my ass a little bit to entice him.

JT had stated that he wanted to fuck me, but once we were on the bed, he wanted to start with a spanking. He had once made a joke that he only fucked a red ass, but he had fucked me several times without a spanking.

He sat up in the bed, with his back against the headboard, and I spread myself across his lap. He started smacking me slowly, alternating from one hand to the other with each slap. I settled in, and he ramped up the force of his smacks.

After a couple of minutes, he paused. He reached for some Vaseline, and lubricated his index finger. He wriggled it into my hole, and I sighed with pleasure and surrender. He massaged my prostate slowly for a while, and then worked a second finger into me as well. The two fingers together were about the size of thick penis, and I felt full, but not uncomfortable.

Then, with his free hand, he started spanking me some more. He started easy but quickly intensified to some pretty hard smacks. They hurt. He spaced them out so that ten seconds or so passed between each smack. When his smack came down on me, I reflexively flinched and clenched my sphincter. When I clenched around his two fingers, a burst of pleasure flashed through me.

JT was playing with me, controlling me. There was the "ouch" of the spank followed a split second later by the "oh" of my prostate gland. The "ouch" hurt pretty bad, but the anal pleasure was so electric that I couldn't wait for the next spank. I began to go wild with desire. I wanted him to fuck my brains out. But I didn't want the spanking to stop, either. The mixture of hard pain and erotic pleasure was more than I could process. I was the puppet, and JT was the puppeteer, pulling the strings and driving me in the direction he wanted.

Suddenly he stopped, pushed me off onto the bed beside him, rolled onto me, and thrust his dick directly into my dilated hole. One moment his fingers were in me, and the next moment his body was on top of me and his cock was fully inserted. It took less than ten seconds, without my feeling any discomfort. I began clenching and unclenching my ass around his penis, trying to recreate the sensations from the spanking. But I could not. The clenching caused by the spanking was an involuntary muscle action, and was therefore more exciting and pleasurable because it was beyond my control. JT grunted a lusty "yes" to my contractions around his cock, but it wasn't as much fun for me as when he was in control.

JT had ejaculated right before our lunch break, so he was not on a hair trigger. All the better for me. He fucked me for while laying on top of me. Then he flipped me over on my back, my legs in the air, and drilled into me as deeply as possible. Then he stood on the floor, beside the bed and had me splayed over the edge of the mattress. One of my feet touched the floor, while my other leg lay lengthwise on the bed. He held me open like a pair of scissors, and went to town. He slammed me so long and so hard that my body slowly inched up the bed from the power of his thrusting.

He finally came, loud and hard, thrusting into me with all his might as his load exploded and as he tried to pump every last drop of his liquid seed into me.

I was beyond satisfied, but without even pausing, JT pulled out of me, rolled me on my back, and went down on my cock with his hungry mouth. I guess he knew how aroused I was and wanted to finish me off while I was still in full heat. It didn't take long, just about sixty seconds. "It's all yours, my Master," I loudly announced as my dick blew what seemed like a huge load of cum.

He didn't miss a drop. He continued sucking and slurping until it hurt and I begged him to stop. There was simply nothing left. He crawled up next to me and took me in his arms and we lay there a while, wordless, catching our breath.

I was sexually spent. In the morning, I had been the center of a group scene in which JT brought me to orgasm twice. I'd done the spanking scene with Mark and JT, which culminated with Mark unloading in my throat. Then I'd had the unexpected surprise of fucking JT, which within fifteen seconds had led to my third orgasm of the day inside his beautiful ass. I'd fucked JT in a second round in which he ejaculated, but I did not. Now, he'd fucked me robustly and we'd both had orgasms—his second of the day, but my fourth.

I was very mellow and loose, but my dick was no longer hard. We got into the shower again and spent some time cleaning each other up. We lathered up, and we gently spent some time cleaning each other's ass crack and ass hole.

After drying off, JT announced that he was going to practice his trumpet and make some phone calls. He instructed me to start washing the sheets, pillowcases, and towels, and to generally tidy up the house. We were supposed to leave it as clean as we found it.

I enjoyed doing the housework. The towels and sheets had been wrapped around the nude bodies of the Hot Shots. I handled them with glee, and rubbed them against my body and face as I dropped them into the washing machine.

The late Sunday afternoon was peaceful. The sunlight poured into the house, the air conditioning whooshed, the washer and dryer hummed, and JT's muffled trumpet played scales. I missed my family a little, but I would be back with them in the morning. I called them to check in and let them know I was doing fine.

JT offered to take us out for hamburgers, but we were too naked, too happy, and too lazy to go out. So it was more sandwiches for supper.

"If you can get away with me on Saturday," JT said after a few bites, "I'd like to introduce you to some friends of mine. A male couple. Master Dave and his slave boy Chris. They live out in the country on a ranch."

"A slave boy?" I asked. The television series "Roots" had been aired a year or two earlier. The word "slave boy" conjured up a picture of a black boy living on a plantation.

JT chuckled. "Well, actually, they are both men. More than twice our age, I'd say. But it's customary to call a submissive or slave a `boy,' regardless of their age."

"And they live together? On a ranch?" I was sort of incredulous.

"Yes," JT said. "Imagine if you and I were older and we lived in a house together. That's how they are. Only they are more intense than you and me. The domination and the submission are more serious. They love each other like any married couple. But they live together as a Master and slave."

I had been learning so much from JT, and having so much fun with him and the Hot Shots. I really didn't imagine my future as an adult. Becoming a high school freshman was about as far into the future as I planned. It was intriguing to imagine a life with JT, permanently, as his submissive. I had not even dreamed of such a thing.

"It would be a day trip for us. More than an hour out to the ranch, spending several hours there, and then the drive home. And, Sam, we'd be having sex with them. You would submit to Master Dave the way that you submit to me."

Like many of the things that JT would introduce me to over time, this sounded both very sexy and a little scary. Like getting onto a very big roller coaster at an amusement park. The scariness makes it more thrilling.

"It sounds a little scary to me, but if you think it's a good idea, I'll go."

"That's my Trooper!" JT exclaimed. "Let me put your mind at ease. Master Dave is a graduate of our high school. And he was a Hot Shot, long ago. He was a drummer in the band, but these days he plays piano. And Chris is actually a high school English teacher."

I had been feeling a little sad as we cleaned up the house and got ready to leave in the morning. It had not been clear when I would next see my Sir, apart from the next monthly weekend with the Hot Shots. But as the day drew to a close, I was confident that I would possibly be spending a day with Jeff and a separate day with JT and two of his associates. All in the next week!

JT and I snuggled on the couch, watching television. Then we went off to bed together, without any sex. Naturally, I would have serviced my Sir any way that he wanted. But I was glad that he was actually as tired as I was.

Sam has a lot more to do with the Hot Shots. Even so, JT is planning to introduce Sam to some of the adult men from whom JT received much of his own experience and knowledge. It just keeps getting better for Sam. Keep reading and enjoy the journey with him!

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