Marching Band Cadet Chapter Eleven

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter Eleven

This is a series about high school males in the late 1970s. They had a secret club in which they engaged in gay sex and BDSM rituals. This series is told from the point of view of a club member who served as their submissive. The initial chapters establish the background and characters. As the story progresses, in later chapters there will be hardcore sex, group sex, S&M, and some raunch and taboo activities. The series is set in the years before HIV, so condoms are not used.

This is fiction. If you object to fiction that includes the activities listed above, then you should read no further and exit from this page.

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Previously: Sam has tried to make a good impression in order to be admitted to the Hot Shots as a cadet. The overnight tryout is coming to an end, and everyone has choices to make.

Soon everyone was settled into the living room again, and Jim began the meeting.

Just like when we began, the Hot Shots were seated around the living room, and Matt and I stood in the center. This time, everyone was naked. Jim had seemed nervous when we arrived the previous evening, but now he seemed very content and assured. I told myself that maybe over the last several hours I had helped him become more confident as the young leader of the club.

"Well, Sam and Matt, we've spent some time getting to know one another. And you've learned a little more about our group and what we expect from cadets. Before we take you home, do you have any questions for us?"

Matt and I were quiet. I had no questions and no hesitation. I wanted in all the way. But I knew I needed to be respectful and follow the routine. "No questions from me, Sir." Matt shook his head to indicate he had no questions.

"Good," Jim grinned big. "You can ask questions at any point, but we wanted to give you a chance this morning. Now let me remind you of how this works. You can ask to become a cadet today. Or you can say `no thanks.' Or you can take more time to think about it. There's no pressure.

"If you apply to become a cadet, we will discuss your application and vote on it. You won't be here for that part. If you are admitted, you have up to thirty days to choose to be a bound cadet, or an unbound cadet. If you want to be bound to a particular Hot Shot, he must agree to it as well. It sounds complicated, but it's really simple. We just want everyone to know what they are getting into before any commitments are made."

Jim paused to let us consider his words. Matt was the first one to speak. "I want to apply to be a cadet, and if I am admitted, I would like to be bound to Mark."

I cringed inwardly. JT had stressed to me the importance of taking time to think about being bound. I felt like Matt was making a big mistake. I had made an effort to interact with all of the Hot Shots, to demonstrate my interest in the club and in each member. Matt had focused on Mark, and it was obvious to everyone. I had wanted to pull Matt aside and tell him what I had learned from JT, but I'd never had the opportunity.

Jim seemed fine and smiled at the room. "Very good. Thank you, Matt. We'll discuss that and we'll let you know our decision." From where he was sitting, Mark smiled and seemed okay with the choice as well.

After a quiet moment, I spoke up, addressing myself to Jim. "Sir, thank you for the opportunity to get to know you and the other members of the Hot Shots. I would like to apply to be a cadet. If there is anything else you need from me for my application, I will be happy to provide it. Thank you, Sir."

I was looking straight at Jim, and did not make eye contact with anyone else. But I could feel the reaction. Matt had come across as selfish, in my opinion. My response was affirmative, straight to the point, and completely respectful to the club and its members. I could feel the guys warming to my response. I could imagine JT saying, "Atta boy!"

"Very good, Sam," Jim continued, evenly and calmly. "We'll discuss your application and we'll let you know our decision." In contrast to Matt, I had not said anything about being bound or unbound. It felt like the club noticed the difference.

Jeff came forward with the paper bags containing our clothes. Matt and I started to get dressed.

"We are adjourned, then," Jim announced. "Jeff will be taking Sam home and Mark will be taking Matt home. When Jeff and Mark return, we'll resume our business. Thanks, everyone!" I thought Jim would make a great courtroom judge. He sure knew how to run a meeting.

Everyone was putting on some clothes. JT said that he'd help me carry my gear out to Jeff's truck. I didn't need the help, but it was a way for JT to speak to me one last time. JT didn't say anything personal or confidential, since Jeff was going out with us to the truck. JT said that Jim would call me with the club's decision. And he said he would call me himself on Sunday afternoon to check in with me. I thanked him, and then Jeff and I were on our way.

On the drive the evening before, I had sat in the middle between Jeff and Matt, and Jeff had fondled my leg. This time, since there were only two of us, I sat on the passenger side. It was a very homophobic world, and if I had sat right next to Jeff on the drive home, it would have drawn unwelcome attention.

"Can you believe that?" Jeff exclaimed after we had driven a few blocks. I knew that he was talking about Matt and Mark, but I didn't feel like it was my place to express an opinion. "I was supposed to drive both of you home, but Mark and Matt wanted even more time alone together. Incredible."

In contrast to the very neutral and disciplined meeting that Jim had just led, Jeff was blurting out what was on everyone's mind. Jeff had not spoken to me much, so I was enjoying this outburst.

"You are friends with Matt, right?" Jeff continued. "What did you think about all of that?"

I took my time answering. I certainly agreed with Jeff, but I was a possible cadet, and I needed to stay in my place. The remaining Hot Shots were surely talking about it now that we had left. "Mark is extremely good looking," I said cautiously. "I can understand how Matt might have lost sight of the big picture."

Jeff let out a sigh of exasperation. I wasn't surprised. But Matt had created this situation by his own choices and behavior. Jeff and the others had felt ignored by Matt. Especially in contrast to how I attended to them.

"I call him Dimples," I said.

"Who?"

"Mark. Mark has dimples in his smile. Mark has dimples in his butt cheeks. He has dimples in his triceps. I had never seen him naked before, but all those muscles and bulges create a lot of dimples. Everywhere."

Jeff burst out laughing. "Oh shit! That is the funniest thing I've heard. Dimples! You are so right! I can't wait to tell the others!"

I suddenly grew nervous. "You can't say anything. It will get back to him, and he might hold it against me. Please, I want to get into the Hot Shots."

Jeff chuckled. "I don't think you need to worry. First, Mark does have a pretty good sense of humor. And second, he can't vote against you. He needs everyone to vote for Matt. You'll be fine."

"I certainly hope so."

"Look," Jeff said, "each of the Hot Shots is unique. But each of us is also a good guy. Mark is a good guy. I promise. And so am I. When you come on board as our cadet, we're going to harass you, tease you, molest you, and generally mess with you. But nothing truly bad is ever going to happen. The Hot Shots take care of each other, and that includes cadets. You'll see."

Jeff pulled up at my house and stopped. I thanked him, grabbed my belongings, and said goodbye. He drove off, and I walked up to the front door. I was really hungry and really sleepy. I was glad to be home, but I already missed the guys.

Now Sam waits for the club's decision, and if it is a `yes,' he plans to spend a weekend with JT to determine if he can successfully be bound as JT's personal submissive cadet.