Marching Band Cadet Chapter 32

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 32

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 in a marathon of one-on-one sessions that his Master, JT, has arranged. Sam's friend and band buddy, Wayne, has just left. And the uber-handsome Mark is next.

I opened the bedroom door and watched Wayne walk away from me down the hall. His tight bottom looked good in the cutoffs. He was definitely unflashy, the "guy next door" kind of look. And I had a bad crush on him.

I left the door open, then I went to the bathroom to inspect myself in the mirror. Suddenly Mark called out from the doorway, "Is it all right if I come in?"

I immediately bounded to the doorway to greet my next Sir. "Of course, Sir. Please come in." He stepped into the room. He was wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts, which accentuated his perfect physique. I quietly close the door behind him.

What in the hell did he want?

"Would you like to sit on the bed, Sir?" He nodded, and cheerfully took a seat there. There was a chair in the room, so I pulled it up next to the bed and I sat on it, facing him.

"What can I do for you, Sir? I am under orders from my Master to serve you, but apart from that, it is my pleasure and honor to serve you." That was certainly true!

Mark seemed nervous. It's hard to believe a guy that good looking could be nervous about anything.

"Sam," he began, "can we keep this between us?"

I gulped. I was intrigued, but I knew that I could not lie to JT. The rule of honesty! "Sir Mark, I am obligated to tell my Master everything. Aside from Sir JT, I'll keep it a secret. I swear. And my Master is trustworthy. He keeps more secrets than James Bond."

I smiled. I wanted this beautiful man, this prince, to trust me. My job was to serve Mark, even if he was a hideous monster. But he was not hideous. And I was dying to know what was on his mind. JT was surely dying to know.

Mark took a second to think. Then he continued. "That was quite a spanking that JT gave to you last month. Did you like it?"

I couldn't help but smile. Yes, I was a deviant! But I answered Mark with honesty. "Sir, it's complicated. I like it but I also dislike it. My Master told me that I might never understand it, and that might be the case. I want it to happen again. I can't wait for it to happen again. But I can't explain it clearly. It's not exactly correct to say that I like it."

Mark nodded. It seemed like a minute passed while he pondered this. "Sam, did you call me `Dimples'?"

My jaw must have fallen open. I was mortified. I knew that my nickname for him had gotten around, and I knew that he knew. But it was very awkward to be confronted in this way. I scrambled to explain myself.

"Yes, Sir." My eyes looked down to the floor. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It was actually a compliment. I think all of the Hot Shots realize it. I'm terribly sorry, Sir. I apologize, Sir."

Mark had me. Disrespect for a Sir is the cardinal sin. A submissive can make a lot of mistakes. But he needs to be very careful about mocking or criticizing a Sir. I was not allowed to even call Mark by his name. I was only allowed to call him "Sir" or "Sir Mark." The fact that I called him "Dimples" was probably worse than calling him by his first name.

Mark let me marinate in my own juices for a minute. A silent minute or two passed by. I stared at the floor, feeling ashamed.

"Look at me, boy," Mark commanded. It was the first time he'd called me "boy." I looked up. He was smiling. "Apology accepted." He beamed at me.

"I even like `Dimples.' But it you ever call me `Dimples' again, behind my back or to my face, you better make it `Sir Dimples.'" He laughed.

I was stunned by his kindness, and I laughed too, but I slid out of my chair and dropped to my knees before him. My eyes were level with his thighs and crotch. His legs were muscular but soft-skinned. His boxer shorts fit tightly, so that the shape of his balls and his cock were easily seen.

"Thank you for accepting my apology, Sir. That makes it even more important for me to serve you well. Is there anything else you want from me, or did you come here just to give me the opportunity to apologize?"

Mark nodded and asked, "Is it true you'll do anything I ask?"

I wondered where this was leading. I answered, "Yes, Sir. My Master put me at your disposal. I will do anything."

There was silence. I waited patiently, enjoying the view before me. Stay present in the moment, my Sir had advised me.

Mark seemed nervous again. He suddenly exhaled and said, "I'd like you to spank me. That's why I need your promise of secrecy. Well, yours and JT's."

His request certainly caught me by surprise. I was surprised, but my only concern was whether I had the right qualifications. "Yes, Sir. Keep in mind that this is Sir JT's area of expertise, and not mine."

Mark said, "Just do it to me the way you'd want JT to do it to you."

I wasn't sure that I could read minds the way JT could. His spankings were mental as well as physical. "Okay, Sir," I said to Mark. "I'll do my best. Please remove your clothes."

While he quicky removed the two articles of clothing, I decided that I would not try to spank him over my lap. I had him get on the bed again, front side down, legs spread wide. I got behind him, kneeling between his thighs.

"Ready, Sir?"

"Go ahead, boy."

Decades later, I still think Mark had the most attractive ass I would ever see in my entire life. It was spread gloriously before me. I placed my left and right hands on his left and right butt cheeks. Firm and round. Unblemished and young. Full and dimpled. I was overwhelmed with feelings of desire and envy. But I bit my lip and forced myself to focus on Mark. He was the Sir, and I was the cadet, and I was duty bound to service him in the way he wanted.

I started with some gentle slapping. JT had usually started softly. I would eventually learn that this is called "ramping up," and is common in BDSM. Start easy, and steadily ramp up the intensity. I used JT's technique of moving around, slapping different areas, alternating my left and right hands, hitting a little harder moment by moment.

Mark barely seemed to notice. I started slapping with gusto. The sound of each smack reverberated around the room.

"Harder!" Mark said, in a slightly strained voice.

"Sir. We're already making a lot of noise. If I go any harder, everyone in the house is going to know what we are doing."

Mark gave a sigh of frustration. His ass was turning a beautiful shade of light pink.

"Sir," I said, "let me try something."

Rapid spanking in the same location can be quite painful. Although each smack is bearable, the pain builds up over time when you don't allow the flesh a few seconds to "recover" between smacks. So, using my right hand, I applied a series of serious slaps to a single location right in the middle of Mark's right ass cheek.

"Ahhhhhh." Mark's exhalation let me know that I had pushed him to a new level. But no sooner had we reached that level than I had to stop. It was still too loud. I was worried about leaving marks that Matt or the others might notice. I had created a red zone in that one spot, surrounded by the light pink everywhere else.

"Sir, I really think we should stop now. It's your decision, but if this goes any further, everyone is going to know. And you said you didn't want that."

Mark rolled over onto his back. "Thanks, boy. I was getting carried away. But I want a lot more of that. A lot more!" His whole beautiful body now lay sprawled before me, face up.

"Sir, I assure you that my Master JT can give you what you want. He knows far more than I do, and like I said, he keeps secrets. Please, Sir. You have to talk to him. Or if you'd like, I can tell him about it and then he can talk to you. I don't have to be a part of it. Or I can be, if you want. But you really need to talk to my Master, Sir."

Mark nodded and seemed to accept my advice.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Sir. I'm very impressed with how tough you are. I love being spanked, and you may love it more than me. My Master always makes sure to let me know that I'm okay and natural and good. And I'm sure he'll do the same for you."

"Sir," I continued, "before you go can I sample your armpits? It's part of my initiation."

Mark got up off of the bed and lifted one of his arms. Bulging biceps, bulging shoulders, bulging chest. Utterly amazing. I stuck my face into his armpit. The smell was light and a little bit sweet and sour, like a rotten banana. It tasted the same way. Not strong. His armpit hair was wispy and thin, not bushy like Wayne's.

I thanked him, and then he got back into his boxer shorts and his T-shirt. Mark was not huge like a bodybuilder. He was just boxy and bulgy, and his underwear made him seem more so. I wondered how many males had ever touched his bare ass. I was probably one of the lucky few.

We said goodbye, and I opened the door. I looked at the clock. I had about three minutes until Jim was due.

Sam does not have time to even think about what just happened. He needs to discuss Mark's case with JT. But before he can see his Master, he has two more appointments to fulfill. Keep reading to see how this unfolds!

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