Marching Band Cadet Chapter Sixteen

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter Sixteen

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: At bedtime on Friday night, Sam had a powerful paddling from JT, which sent him flying into a deep euphoric state of submission.

I said that word once more: "Master." And then I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I was alone in the bed. But I could hear the muffled sound of JT's trumpet. I got up, stretched, rubbed my eyes, and left the bedroom. I found JT across the hall in his sister's bedroom, practicing with his trumpet muted.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said to me.

"Good morning, Sir. Is it time to make the pancakes?" JT grinned, and put down his trumpet.

We went to the kitchen, and JT gave me a brief lesson in making pancakes. JT had put on boxer shorts and a T-shirt, both white. I was still naked and didn't plan to put on any clothes until he made me. He put me in an apron, though, so that what he called my "good parts" didn't get singed or burned by the stove or by any hot food.

JT showed me that pancakes involved a box mix, some milk, and some eggs. It was pretty simple. He taught me when I see bubbles around the edges, it's time to flip the pancake. He told me my pancakes could actually be pretty bad, but syrup and butter would cover up a lot of mistakes.

We sat down at the table, each with a messy plate of uneven pancakes of various sizes. We had a tub of margarine, and a bottle of Aunt Jemima syrup. We slathered up the pancakes and began to eat.

"Last night," JT began, "during the spanking, you started to call me `Master.' This morning, you are back to `Sir.' Both are fine with me at this point. But I'm curious. Why the difference?"

Before I could reply, I had to finish chewing and swallowing an unusually large mouthful of pancakes. "I think that the spanking brought it out in me. It was kind of like what you said, a switch got flipped at some point. I was overwhelmed with a feeling.

"I felt that I really belonged to you. People talk about belonging. But I suddenly knew what it meant, and that it was real. In that moment, I really was entirely yours. The only word that could express my feeling was `Master.' And I'm not sure that word really covers it."

JT smiled, "I think I understand. But I don't have to understand it, and you don't have to explain it. It's the beauty of discipline, and the power of submission. Something came to the surface for you. Not many people can understand it or imagine it. You found a special kind of euphoria that not many people will ever experience." He smiled at me and speared another forkful of pancakes on his plate.

"In two weeks," JT went on, "we'll be with the Hot Shots again for the weekend. It will be official then that you are bound to me. And the first thing I will do is to put you at the disposal of the club. In other words, you will sexually service anyone in whatever way they desire. I'll probably put some time parameters on it, so that you can get some sleep. But that's how I plan to do it.

"Is there anyone that you think you cannot service? Now is the time to think about it so we can talk about it."

"I can service all of them," I said without hesitation. "I hope they give me the chance! Does that include Matt?"

JT laughed. "I guess it could happen. Theoretically. Matt himself cannot ask you to serve him. But if Mark instructed you to suck Matt's cock, or whatever, then, yes, you'd have to obey Mark.

"Sam, I need you to not only be willing to serve the upperclassmen. I need you to do it cheerfully. And you cannot display any favoritism. Matt clearly showed favoritism for Mark. That is sort of insulting to the other Hot Shots. That's not the spirit of service and submission that I will expect and demand from you."

"Yes, Sir, I understand and I agree."

"Sam, always keep in mind that these guys are not really gay. I mean, maybe one or two of them have a touch of gay in them. But they are basically straight. So they may not want the kinds of things you want, or they may not interact with you in ways that satisfy you. I predict that you'll be sucking a lot of cocks, but you may not get all of the other things you'd want from them. Naturally, you'll always have me, and naturally, I'll always meet your needs and desires." He grinned.

"Yes, Sir. I know you will, and that is why I am so happy to be bound to you. On the other hand, I am worried about Matt. Sir Mark does not fuck. It's like what you just said. Sir Mark may not give Matt what Matt wants and needs. I think Matt is going to be frustrated."

"Yes, boy, I can foresee that just as clearly as you can. That's why no one should rush into these things. Sir Mark may now have some challenges that he didn't anticipate. Like I told you when we first met, the Hot Shots have deteriorated in recent years. Mark doesn't have any example to follow. None of the others do, either. But I'm hoping that this year you and I can become the examples that the club needs."

JT's words made me feel really good. We cleaned up the kitchen and put things away. JT sent me to take a shower while he made some phone calls.

When I was getting out of the shower, JT came into the bathroom with a red rubber bag. "Do you know what this is?"

I didn't. He explained that it was an enema bag, and that he was going to give us both enemas. He asked me if I had ever had an enema, and I said no. He asked me if I had pooped this morning, and I told him that I had done so right before showering.

"This is just a way to get your rectum extra clean and fresh for special occasions. It may seem a little bit gross at first, but it is actually very relaxing. In most cases, you won't be able to do this. It takes a lot of time and it takes a bathroom. But when you have the opportunity, it's a great way to make your asshole perfect for licking, perfect for fingering, and perfect for fucking."

JT explained that we would take turns, starting with him. He said it would take about three or four washings to get everything out. Then, he stood in the shower and filled his anus with some water using a little white hose that came down out of the red rubber bag. Next, he got out of the shower, sat down on the toilet for a few moments, and finally released the water into the toilet.

Then it was my turn. The sensation was weird, but not unpleasant. I was embarrassed about sitting on the toilet and emptying my bowels while JT stood there watching. I couldn't recall that ever happening before in my life. But JT was completely unfazed. "You have surrendered your privacy to me," he said calmly at one point. "Try not to be self-conscious. It's okay to feel vulnerable. But there's no need to be ashamed."

After his third washing, JT's water was coming out clear. I needed a fourth time with the nozzle, but at last my water was coming out clear as well.  

JT made me wait in the bathroom while he hopped in the shower and washed the rest of his body, like I had done earlier. When he came out, he handed me a bath towel and put me to work drying his body. I loved doing that. It was a great way to admire his body up close, and to treat his body with care and tenderness. I got into the nooks and crannies with the towel, going between his toes, down his ass crack, around his balls, and into his armpits. The whole experience of receiving the enema had been arousing, and now the sight and the feel of his smooth, clean, strong body was giving me another boner.

"Jeff will be here in thirty minutes," JT announced. "He's coming over for a lesson in fucking. You're going to be his practice bottom. Come on."

Back in chapter eight, JT had told Sam that he would not just be serving JT, but all of the Hot Shots and even others outside of the Hot Shots. JT is keeping his word, as he always does. Keep reading and find out how.

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