Marching Band Cadet Chapter 29

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 29

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: Two weeks have passed since Sam and JT spent a weekend alone together. Sam learned a lot that weekend. And now it is his first weekend retreats with the Hot Shots, as one of their cadets.

JT and I were the "set up crew" for the weekend, which mostly meant stocking the food. Mark and Matt were the "clean up crew" for the weekend, which mostly meant doing the laundry. We were supposed to leave the house in the same condition as we found it.

Around 2:00 p.m., JT picked me up and we went grocery shopping. Eight hungry teen age males would be eating a total of six meals, so it was a lot of food, even though we kept it cheap and simple. After we arrived at the house and put the food away in the kitchen, JT told me to take our personal belongings to our bedroom. He told me to strip and put away my clothes; I wouldn't be wearing anything again until Sunday.

The other guys began arriving. At 5:00 p.m., we gathered in a circle in the living room, and Jim called us to order. I sat naked on the floor between JT's legs. The others were still dressed and sitting on the sofa and chairs. But everyone was wearing shorts, so I was sitting happily in a forest of beautiful male legs. Jim reviewed the plans for the weekend. There would be a "business meeting" the next morning after breakfast. We would have an hour of music practice in the afternoon. Otherwise, we had a lot of free time to eat, watch TV, and hang out.

Jim turned the meeting over to JT, who had me get up and stand in the middle of the room. JT told the group that I was officially bound to him. However, he was putting me at the disposal of everyone. My role was to perform any sexual service that anyone desired, promptly and cheerfully and without questions. If I failed to show respect or failed to satisfy anyone, they should tell JT and he would "deal with" me. Everyone sort of chuckled.

But JT had a surprise for me. There was an initiation ceremony that he had planned for me. Over the next 24 hours or so, I had to get my nose and mouth into the armpits of each upperclassman. I had to memorize their scent and taste. On Sunday, I would be blindfolded and required to identify each of the six upperclassmen by the scent and taste of their armpits. Deodorant and anti-perspirants were prohibited for everyone for the weekend so that the scents and the flavors would be natural and powerful. If I passed the test and identified each guy by scent and taste alone, then I would be allowed to ejaculate on Sunday in a sex ritual. If I failed the test, I would go home sexually frustrated after a weekend of giving the others as many orgasms as they wanted.

JT had a signup sheet for those who wanted one-on-one time with me. The 30 minutes sessions would be in the bedroom with the door closed. But I could also be expected to service anyone anywhere anytime so long as it didn't disturb the other Hot Shots. I would be "off duty" from 10:00 p.m. to 10:00 a.m. each night so that I could sleep and perform my breakfast duties.

JT then asked if anyone had any questions. The room was silent for a moment. My cock strained forward and upward. JT had managed to activate just about everything that turns me on. I was being made into a sex slave for this group of horny young men. I had to do it well, with almost no limits. I also had to spend my weekend plunging continuously into male body odor. If I succeeded, I would be granted sexual release in some kind of ritual. I was too horny to be afraid or intimidated. I couldn't wait to get started.

Since there were no questions, JT instructed me to sit down again on the floor between his legs. There was nothing left for the group to do except order pizza. The pizza choices were made, the call was placed, and Jeff and Wayne left to go pick up the order. Matt, who was still wearing shorts and a T-shirt, went to the bedroom he was sharing with Mark, and came out naked. I wondered what Matt thought about the big program that JT had outlined for me for the weekend. Was Matt jealous, or was he relieved that he didn't have to do what I would be doing? And what about Mark? As Matt's Sir, how did Mark feel about JT showcasing me and sharing me in that way?

Jeff and Wayne returned with four giant pizzas. Somehow Jeff also brought in a couple of twelve-packs of cheap beer. No one of the Hot Shots was old enough to legally buy alcohol, but somebody had found a way around that. JT whispered to me that I should not overeat, which implied I was going to get fucked later. JT and several of the others had some beer with their pizza.

After dinner, we went to our room. We were in the master suite. The honor of that bedroom would normally have gone to Jim. But since I might need a bathroom to freshen up between my appointments and other activities, Jim and Jeff decided that the three of us would share the room and the king size bed. Wayne would get the sofa bed in the living room, but at least he would have it all to himself.

While were alone, JT informed me that all five of the other upperclassmen had signed up for one-on-one time with me. I had to mentally count it out. "What? Mark?" I asked.

Mark had indeed signed up for a half hour of one-on-one time with me. JT was as surprised as I was. I think we both wondered what on earth Mark wanted from me. I had back-to-back appointments for the rest of the evening: Dewey, Wayne, Mark, Jim, and Jeff. After that, it would be bedtime, but I figured JT and Jim might also want sex with me in that king size bed during the night.

JT had brought a little squeeze bottle. He told me I had thirty minutes before my first one-on-one with Dewey. He suggested that I might want to take a shower and use the squeeze bottle like a little enema to get extra clean.

JT seemed a little concerned that I might have more than I could handle. He gave me some additional advice. "First," he said, "stay focused on the present moment and the guy you are with. Don't be thinking about who or what will be coming next. Focus on one Sir at a time. Be generous and be useful to the one you are with.

"Second," JT continued, "if you feel overwhelmed or exhausted, come get me. Remember the safe word is `tamale.' I'm your Sir, and I'll take care of your needs. These guys have all weekend, and if tonight becomes too much, I can re-schedule some of them for tomorrow." He shook his head and bit his lip. "Honestly, I thought it would be about three. I didn't think all five would want time with you in one evening."

"I'm pretty sure I can handle it, Sir. I just want to be as good for Jeff, who's the last guy on the list, as I am for Dewey, who's first on the list. I'm a little bit puzzled by what Mark will want, but I'll give him whatever he asks for. He's a Hot Shot, and I'm a cadet. Besides, I represent you, Sir. I'll try not to let you down."

"You won't," JT said. He grabbed me and gave me a big, sloppy kiss and a very long hug. "I'm proud of you. Be a good cadet, but also have fun. Your pleasure matters as much as anyone else's. Remember—no orgasms until Sunday."

And then he left me alone in the master suite, closing the door behind him. I took his advice and got in the shower, and I used the little squeeze bottle to make sure I was clean. I made sure I dabbed a little bit of Vaseline into my ass. Dewey was my first Sir of the evening, and I was pretty sure I knew what he'd be doing to me.

Dewey was due at 7:00 p.m. When I was finally ready, it was 6:55 p.m. I opened the door to the hallway so that Dewey would not have to knock. A boy should never make a Sir wait.

Right at seven o'clock, Dewey strode into the room, buck naked and completely at ease with himself. He closed the door behind him.

Wow! Sam's dance card is full. And he's starting off with Dewey, arguably the most studly of the Hot Shots. Is it possible for there to be too much sex? Keep reading to find out how Sam handles a sexual marathon unlike anything he's ever experienced before.

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