Marching Band Cadet Chapter Fifteen

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter Fifteen

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 is spending the weekend alone with JT in order to learn more about discipline and expectations before he officially becomes JT's submissive.

"And now," JT said, "let's get you spanked so we can get some sleep. There's a ping pong paddle in the bottom desk drawer. Bring it to me and we'll get started."

I lifted myself off of JT's body, and leapt out of bed to find the paddle. It was a regular table tennis paddle with a textured rubber coating colored a bright orange.

JT's single bed was located against the wall. He was now sitting on the bed with his back against the wall. "Come get across my lap," he said. I followed his instructions. "You need to get really comfortable and relaxed," he continued. "You should not be stretched or stressed or supporting your weight. You should be like a limp spaghetti noodle."

I draped myself across his thighs. We were at right angles. He was sitting up on the bed, perpendicular to the bed, with his calves and feet hanging off the edge. My body was parallel with the bed, my butt facing upward atop his lap, and my cock and balls pressed down between his thighs.

He instructed me to slide a little to his right. That way my butt was angled more conveniently, and my cock and balls were pressed down against the outside of his thigh where he could reach them.

"Okay, boy," JT began. He began firmly rubbing my ass cheeks, and squeezing them hard, while he spoke. "This is not going to be a harsh spanking. My goal is to push you into your happy place. I may not succeed, and if not, that's okay. This is something that we want to learn together. It may take a lot of practice.

"The spanking will start out easy, but the intensity will increase. At some point, you will be feeling plenty of pain. It will hurt bad enough that you won't be able to think of anything else. At that point, I want you to do your best to stop struggling against the spanking, and to just let it happen. The magic happens when your struggle converts to surrender. If it happens, it's like a switch gets turned. But Sam, there is no shortcut. You have to struggle, it has to hurt, for this to work. And it may not work tonight. Like I said, that's okay. Rome wasn't built in a day.

"Any questions before we begin, boy?"

"No, Sir," I replied. "No questions. I'm not sure I understand what is going to happen. But I trust you. I think you know the destination, but I don't. My job is to simply to take the journey. And as usual, I'm excited."

"Very good, boy." And with that, he began to spank me with the ping-pong paddle. As promised, JT started really light. It was so light that it was almost annoying. I wanted more intensity, and the first couple of minutes were almost like teasing.

But then the light slaps grew into heavier smacks. Now my attention was focused. It hurt, but not too much. The ping pong paddle had a stinging sensation, which was spread over a wide area. Each slap covered several square inches of flesh. JT randomly hit my left cheek, my right cheek, and sometimes both cheeks. The sensation was invigorating. My cock grew rock hard. If I could have jerked off at this level of pain, it would have been ecstasy.

But now JT began to hit a little harder and a little faster, and the hurting sent up to a new level. I began bracing for each smack. I began to make quiet groans that meant "ouch!" When JT had spanked me two weeks before, the smacks had been harder, but there had been a count. There had been a light at the end of the tunnel. And there had been a room of onlookers, which considerably motivated me to tough it out. But in this new scenario, there was only steadily increasing pain, with no end in sight.

I began to feel angry. At first I was angry with JT for what he was doing to me. But of course, I had wanted it. So then I was angry with myself for getting myself into this predicament. Then I was angry with myself for being angry. My body was now completely tense, constantly flinching and cringing. JT would later teach me that pain triggers a kind of crisis for the body, a kind of "fight or flight" emotional reaction with adrenaline and other hormones.

JT paused the paddling for a moment and caressed my back. I realized that my back was slick with sweat. "Try to embrace it, Sam. Try not to fight it, and just let it happen." His voice was tender and supportive.

"Yes, Sir," I said. Almost instantly, the spanking resumed at the same tough level as before. "Yes, Sir," I repeated. I noticed that when I said those words, things suddenly seemed a little easier. "Yes, Sir," I said again. And then I began repeating it: "Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir."

By saying "yes" to JT, I altered my experience. My body was saying "no" to the pain, and was trying to fight back. But my heart and mind were saying "yes" to JT. When I verbalized my "yes," my body quit fighting. And all at once, my body and soul were in complete submission.

The switch was flipped.

JT was still smacking my ass just as hard as before, but the pain seemed more distant. I was suddenly flooded with euphoria and love and gratitude for JT. He seemed to notice the difference as my body went limp, and he notched the spanking down to a less painful level.

"Thank you, Master," I said spontaneously. I was not thanking him for easing up. I was thanking him for his domination. He had brought me to the destination. I was completely his in this moment. And we each knew it, and felt it, and tasted it. I wanted to merge with him.

He dialed down the spanking and finally stopped and put down the paddle. I was in a state of rapture and peace. I was in HIS bedroom, surrounded by his possessions and his priorities. I was in HIS bed, the space that his body occupied one-third of each day. I could smell HIS body and feel his warmth all around me. JT was my universe, and my reality.

"Try not to think," JT said. "Just feel. Speak if you want, but you may not have words. Just be my boy. The boy who satisfies me."

He nudged me off his lap, and he got up to turn off the light. He pulled the covers off the bed, motioned for me to move over, and the he laid down next to me. I was closest to the wall, and he wrapped himself around me. And he said, "I am your blanket. I am your pillow."

"You are my Master," I said. I inhaled deeply. I took in his body odor and his breath and the pleasant fragrance of his bedroom. JT was beside me, above me, below me, around me, holding me. I belonged completely to him. He was my world and I was completely happy in that world. I said that word once more: "Master." And then I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Sam and JT have deeply bonded and fallen asleep together. In the morning, Sam's training will continue. Who wants pancakes for breakfast?

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