Marching Band Cadet Chapter 57

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 57

This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: group sex, bondage, BDSM, anal sex, sex between adults and adolescents.

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Previously: JT and Sam have explored the rustic ranch bunk house, while Master Dave was setting up some elaborate bondage for Chris in the dungeon.

We had to get back to the dungeon, JT said. Master Dave would have Chris trussed up with rope and hanging from the ceiling, awaiting some heavy action from the three of us.

We found our shoes out by the tank where we'd left them. We put them on and we strode back up the little gravel road to the main house. Once inside, we put away our shoes and returned to the former garage that Master Dave had rebuilt into a dungeon.

Chris was hanging from the ceiling, attached to one of the rails that had been installed for such purposes. We drew closer. He resembled a skydiver who has not activated his parachute yet. His body was face down, floating flat, just above our heads.

He was suspended by dark blue rope. It crisscrossed his body in various places, forming bands in places, so that his body weight was well supported in multiple places. He was sort of spread-eagled, so that his limbs formed an "X." But his arms were slightly folded and his legs were bent at the knee so that his feet and calves went up vertically toward the ceiling. His thighs were spread wide by the rope, prominently exposing the good parts.

The effect was breathtaking. Chris already had an impossibly beautiful body. The dark blue rope accentuated his glowing, smooth, tan skin. Certain aspects of his muscular flesh bulged out a little more. Many submissives enjoy bondage because it enhances their sense of submission and strips away their control. I suspect that many Dominants like rope bondage because of how it transforms the body of the person who is tied up. Chris was big and tall and strong when he stood in front of me, and somewhat intimidating. Now he remained large and strong, but he had been transformed into a smorgasbord of delights, a sex toy ready to be played with, unable to resist or get away.

Master Dave grinned at my reaction, and nodded to me and JT. "I see both of you took a dunk in the tank," he said. Our hair was still damp and messy.

He went and stood next to Chris's head, which was facing down, about a foot higher than his own.

Addressing his slave, Master Dave said, "Chris, you were granted boy's choice. You chose suspension bondage and to be used by the rest of us in any way we please. You are now in bondage, and we are about to start using you. With no restrictions, in any way we want."

I watched Chris squirm in the ropes with his anticipation and desire. Most submissive males, given a "boy's choice" of their own, would love to be sexually taken by a group. Master Dave had used a very deliberate tone and repeated himself: "any way we please" and "any way we want." The words were thrilling—a mixture of scary and arousing. My own asshole twitched a little bit with the thrill of it all.

Master Dave went on. "I am designating boy Sam as the scene master. He'll run the scene, with Sir JT and myself acting as his assistants."

My Sir chuckled. I must have appeared dumbfounded. Neither of us had seen that coming.

Master Dave grinned at me. "Young master Sam, you have sixty minutes to do as you please with slave boy Chris. JT and I will assist you with anything you want to do to him. You have the full resources of my dungeon at your disposal. I can adjust Chris's bondage in a number of ways, including lowering him to any height you wish."

"I suggest," he concluded, "that you take a few minutes to think about the sixty minutes. Think about the possibilities and think about how you want it to end. Your own Sir may have some suggestions for you."

JT and I went to a corner and huddled. He had not expected this, but it seemed like a pleasant surprise. Master Dave had succeeded in turning the tables on Chris by putting me in charge. It made everything slightly more perverted. The dungeon suddenly had a higher sexual charge to it.

JT told me to be bold and to fully indulge myself. "Master Dave and I will do anything to Chris that you tell us to do. The only limit is that you cannot use us to gratify yourself. Master Dave said that you should decide how it will end. That means whether Chris will come or not. And if he does, how that will take place."

We ended our little huddle and returned to Master Dave and Chris.

"Master Dave," I said, "would you please lower Chris a couple of feet so that my mouth and nose have easy access. I want to have a boy tasting."

"Right away, Sam," Master Dave said. He began to turn a little crank on the wall. The ropes around Chris were joined to a larger rope and pulleys that could be cranked up or down.

Master Dave said, "A boy tasting is an excellent choice, Sam. Chris is not allowed to take a shower or a bath. He shampoos his hair in the sink, and he uses the toilet facilities to keep his slave hole squeaky clean. He washes his hands and face with soap.

"But as for the rest of his body, there is no soap and no deodorant. No indoor bathing. He swims in the pool, swims in the pond, and most days I hose him down outdoors with a garden hose equipped with a jet nozzle. He uses oil to shave his body smooth. I call him my `nature boy' because his body tastes and smells like nature. Like the ranch itself."

Master Dave finished his adjustment to the suspension. Chris's body was now floating at the level of my mouth. His thighs were spread wide. His hole glowed pink in the middle of his uniform tan. I walked directly into it and began to eat him out. Licking, kissing, tonguing, rimming. JT had told me to indulge myself.

Chris was moaning. During our earlier competition, the only successful move I had been able to make was when I applied my mouth to his hole. It was possible that as a slave, he did not have his ass rimmed very often. Whatever the reason, he was very responsive to my mouth.

I sniffed and licked my way down from his hole, across his taint, and I rubbed my face and tongue against his balls and the backside of his shaft. His body squirmed with excitement. His erection strained upward toward his abdomen, and an almost imperceptible string of precum dangled from the tip. Slave boy Chris was floating in slave boy heaven.

I stepped around to his left armpit and buried my face. The bondage had his upper arms splayed so that I had easy access. He did smell fantastic. It was not a pungent scent or a strong scent. Because he shaved his armpits, there was only razor stubble, and this may have prevented the kind of scent buildup I enjoyed in the armpits of the Hot Shots. Chris's scent was softer and not confined to his armpits. He did indeed smell like the great outdoors, with a touch of pool chlorine.

Next I ducked under him and took a nipple in my mouth. His nipples jutted prominently from his body, one of the first things I had noticed about him. I sucked and tongued at it, and once again he moaned and squirmed in his bondage. I used my teeth to just barely bite it, and he let go a very pleasurable and loud "Ahhhhhhh."

I heard JT and Master Dave chuckling. "You've discovered Chris's magic buttons," Master Dave said. I was crouching and twisting a little, but I ran my tongue across his sculpted chest muscles to his right nipple and latched onto it. I used my right hand to grab his left nipple, and I worked both of them vigorously. He moaned and writhed in pleasure. He tried to thrust his chest and nipples toward me, chasing after more intensity. But the ropes constrained him.

I pulled away and considered my options. Being in charge was unusual and unexpected. Master Dave had said the scene could last sixty minutes. I estimated that we had used up no more than ten minutes.

"Sirs," I said, "I suggest that we work him over in this position. Get him worked up into a frenzy. Then we lower him to waist level and take turns fucking him."

"Great plan," said Master Dave. "Do you have any ideas on how we ought to work him over?"

I chuckled. "Well, I'm counting on your expertise. You have the skills, and you have the equipment. I want to overwhelm him. I want the three of us to attack him simultaneously, on different parts of his body."

I stepped back to Chris's ass and started rimming him aggressively. Once again he began to moan and wriggle with pleasure. Master Dave and JT were moving around, but I could not see them because my face was buried between Chris's cheeks. He made some grunts and his body jerked occasionally as the others worked on him.

I enjoyed eating his ass. Although it was quite clean, his cheeks and his crack smelled and tasted like the rest of him: outdoorsy, salty, manly. When I finally pulled myself away from his hole, I saw that Master Dave had attached some clamps to Chris's nipples, and some lead weights were dangling from those clamps, and tugging his nipples downward. Master Dave was rolling one of the dungeon's mirrors into place so that Chris could see himself and what we were doing to him.

Chris was mightily aroused, and his moaning and wriggling was driving up the sexual energy for all of us. JT said to me, "I've got an assignment for you."

Sam has found himself somewhat in charge of a fairly big and complicated BDSM scene. And now JT has some special instructions for him. You'll learn what that is when you read the next chapter!

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