Marching Band Cadet Chapter 47
Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 47
This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: Dominance and submission, hardcore spanking, oral sex.
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Previously: The Hot Shots weekend is over, but Sam and his Sir, JT, are spending one more night. Mark has stayed around too, seeking to receive a good spanking by JT.
"Let's get started," JT said calmly. "Lie down across the bed the way I showed you. Sam is going to massage your butt cheeks to get the blood circulating." So Mark lay down before me, his glorious ass round, firm, full, and dimpled. I crawled onto the bed between his legs as I had done once before, and knelt between his muscular thighs.
Dewey referred to my ass as "peaches," and likewise Mark seemed to have two beautiful cantaloupes, not a single "ass." I tried to take one cheek in each of my hands, but they were just too big and firm. I improvised a massage, squeezing and kneading his glutes as best I could in order to `get the blood circulating.'
"Now start slapping his ass," JT commanded me. "Not too hard, not too light."
I did as JT said, starting light and tentative, but quickly ramping up into something more firm. Mark had not responded to the butt massage. But now he shifted and sighed contentedly. The sound was amazing. I had held back on Friday night, because the sound would have reached beyond the bedroom. But now that we were alone in the house, I did not have to worry about secrecy.
The smacks rang out in the room. Mark was definitely feeling it, but he was not struggling. The sound elevated the sexual temperature in the room. I sprang a boner, and my breathing accelerated. Mark wiggled slowly and gently beneath me, gently thrusting and humping against the bedsheet. He must have been hard. I simultaneously sensed my Master's arousal and intensity while he continued to watch.
"Harder," Mark said softly. I looked to JT, and he nodded. Mark's ass was already a dusty pink color. Like grapefruit.
I continued to spank his luscious orbs, raising my hands higher so as to bring them down with more force. Every three or four of these extra hard smacks would bring a gasp of "Ah!" from Mark. JT had spanked me a few times, but I don't think he had slapped me as hard as I was now doing with Mark.
After a minute or so, JT announced that he would take over. I got off the bed, and JT got onto it. He sat up in the bed, his back against the headboard. He had Mark lay across his lap, ass up, "over the knee" as they say. As Mark got into position, I noticed that his eyes looked a little glassy and out of focus. I noticed that JT had a belt, and that he had found a paint stirring stick somewhere, probably in the garage. He had them next to him on a pillow.
JT told Mark that he would need a code word, a safe word, because "Stop" or "No" might spring involuntarily from Mark's mouth. JT noted with a smile that my safe word was "tamale," but he also suggested "penguin" or "banana," as he had done with me. Mark, lying down with his eyes shut, said "zebra." JT made him say it loud and clear three times, just to make sure.
I sat on the chair next to the bed while JT began to spank Mark's round masses with gusto. Eventually, if you engage in a lot of ass-spanking, you learn that a softer tush muffles the sound; but firm buttocks give off a loud smack. The bedroom was filled with the satisfying sound of JT's hand against the smooth skin and hard muscle of Mark's ravishing rounds. Mark made occasional groans and his eyes remained closed.
JT picked up the belt. It was black leather, and wide. He folded it in half, and gently slid the leather back and forth across Mark's rosy rounds. Mark shifted and sighed. "This," JT declared, "is your own belt."
It would be a while before I understood how JT knew so much at such a young age. But this was a classic way to conduct a spanking. Before using the belt (or paddle or whip), you "introduce" it to the bottom. This helps him to brace for what is coming, and in most cases, increases the anticipation and excitement for him as well.
JT clearly knew how to use a belt. He knew how to fold it and hold it so that it didn't flop around like a wet noodle. The way he was seated on the bed, he did not have much room to swing. But he didn't need it. It turned out that the pain from the belt would be enough without JT having to expend much energy.
As the belting began, Mark began to show signs of a struggle. His eyes were still squeezed shut, but his face grimaced with each strike of the belt. JT was pacing it so that Mark had a moment to recover between strikes.
"Now," JT said, "I'm going to give you twenty hard ones. I want you to count them out. I'll stop if you say `zebra.' Do you understand?"
"Yes," Mark agreed.
I was riveted. I was deeply aroused by the sight of my Master. JT, svelte and sexy, had total command over the manly muscle mountain named Mark. The black leather belt in JT's hand gave him an air of masculinity and authority. Part of me wanted to be in JT's place, to have so much control over the naked body of a high school hunk. Another part of me wanted to be in Mark's place, to receive a thorough thrashing by JT with a big black leather belt. I was fairly certain I could not endure that much pain, but the scene was so hot that I yearned for my bare buttocks to be fully subjugated by JT's manly domination.
As I watched, I monitored Mark's rising distress. I could see his body clench and flinch in anticipation of each blow. Most of all, I could hear it in his voice as he called out each of the numbers. When his voice sounded very strained, JT would slow down the pace and maybe go a little easier on the next strike.
The twentieth strike was the hardest one, intentionally. Mark practically screamed "Twenty!" But because it was the last one in the set, he immediately relaxed. His ass was now beyond pink. There were long, red, horizontal rectangles across each of his spheres.
After a couple of minutes of quiet, JT got himself out from under Mark, leaving Mark face down on the bed. JT told me to run my fingertips and fingernails slowly and gently over Mark's red ass. The surface of the skin was extremely sensitized to touch. I did as JT said, and Mark was instantly responsive. He hissed and winced a little bit, but he also began humping the bed again.
JT told us to slowly get up off the bed, and we did so. He moved the chair and had me sit on the floor behind it, with my back to the chair. Then he had Mark stand behind the chair, leaning on it and gripping it for support. Mark's dick was dangling in front of me, semi-erect. Without waiting to be told, I took it into my mouth.
"I'm going to give you an easy spanking, now," JT said to Mark. JT had the paint stirring stick in one of his hands. It was about the size of a ruler, and he slapped it softly a few times on the palm of his other hand. "The spanking stops when you blow your load or when you say, `zebra,' whichever comes first."
Mark's cock was already stiffening up in my mouth, and JT's words caused it to flex a couple of times.
What happened next was unusual and unexpected, at least for me. JT began to slowly paddle Mark's sensitized ass cheeks with the wooden strip. I couldn't see. It didn't sound as harsh as what I had witnessed with the belt on the bed.
Mark sighed a long "Noooooo!" It was not his safe word, and he did not seem to be in pain. "Nooo!" he said again, as his cock pumped out his full load into my mouth. I would later realize that Mark did not want to cum just yet. He was enjoying it too much. He was not saying "No" to the spanking; he was saying "No" to the orgasm that overtook him like a giant ocean wave.
His cum had a medium thickness, like yogurt. It was sweet like fresh butter. And it was abundant. I swallowed twice, and I still had some lingering in my cheeks and gums. I was extremely satisfied and pleased with myself. Until that moment, Mark was the only upperclassman who had not given me a single load. Actually, everyone else had given me multiple loads by that point, but Mark had not. I wondered if the opportunity for me to finally complete my collection was part of JT's plan, or if Mark's abundant creaming in my mouth just happened in the natural flow of events. Either way, I was content.
JT had the three of us get back on the bed. JT had told Mark ahead of time that he would need to stay for a half hour after the spanking to settle down. This time, Mark was face up, with JT and I lying on either side of him. Our hands gently fondled and caressed Mark's silky smooth brawny body while we talked. His beautiful skin was slightly shiny and moist. He had broken a sweat during the session.
I could see the gears of JT's mind turning while he asked Mark a variety of questions. Mark was clearly satisfied by what had happened, but it was not easy for him to explain how or why. He was very interested in doing it again soon. JT said he would be happy to do it again, but the challenge would be to find a private space to do the kind of things we had just finished doing.
Once it was clear that Mark was good to go, we got off the bed and helped him get ready to go. His ass was still striped and fairly red, but not as much as it had been. JT suggested that the marks would last a couple of days. In minutes, Mark was dressed and gone, and JT and I had the house to ourselves.
JT locked the door and took me in his arms. His hands reached around and firmly gripped my ass, while he kissed me forcefully. "At last we're alone," he said. "I'm looking forward to the next few hours."
The spanking of Mark has given Sam a lot to think about. It was the first time that he had ever seen his Master act as a Top for someone else, and he had found it powerfully arousing. Now Sam has the chance to spend the next 18 hours alone again with JT. Keep reading to see what happens.
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