Marching Band Cadet Chapter 53

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 53

This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: domination and submission, sex between adults and adolescents, anal sex.

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Previously: JT and Sam are visiting Master Dave's ranch in the Texas hill country. They have split up: JT has gone inside the house with boy Chris, and Master Dave is with Sam in the swimming pool. Sam is mounted on Master Dave's cock.

I halted my bouncing and sat still. I would obey Master Dave completely, promptly, and cheerfully. In obeying him, I was obeying JT as well.

"Good boy," Master Dave said. My sphincter briefly clenched. Being called a "good boy" triggered an automatic response in my body.

"Slow down and take deep breaths. Sir JT has probably required you to use self-control before." He smiled. Master Dave had a few wrinkles around his eyes and lips that made his smile brighter. His brown eyes twinkled.

I laughed and replied, "Yes, Sir. You have no idea." I was thinking of the previous weekend, and how I had sex many times with several different guys, but I had not been allowed to come for nearly 48 hours.

"I probably have an idea, Sam. I've handled a few submissives over the years." He paused and looked around at the scenery. "So, how do you like the ranch so far?"

"It's incredibly beautiful. It's so quiet out here. I love it that we can just run around naked outdoors. Your tan is so dark and even. You and Chris. You must spend a lot of time naked out here in the sun."

Master Dave nodded. "We do. We're naked most of the time, especially in the summer. I require Chris to be nude most of the time. In fact, clothing is one of the main ways I punish him."

His use of the word "punish" concerned me but intrigued me.

Master Dave noticed. "I don't have to punish him very often. He likes to be naked, so if I require him to wear clothes, he doesn't like it. And it reminds him that he is being punished."

The idea that a mature, athletic man like Chris—a high school teacher—could be punished was strange. I couldn't envision it.

"My Sir once told me that he might punish me by forcing me to wear clothes or pajamas. Sir JT is a man of discipline. He says that discipline is not the same as punishment. Like when he spanks me. It's not punishment for being bad."

Master Dave nodded. "That's similar to how it is here with me and Chris. Spanking and whipping are things we do to deepen our relationship. It's also pleasure for Chris, at least up to a point."

We sat quietly for a moment. It was hot and still, although the pool was cool and soothing. There were no birds singing, and no breeze blowing, and no insects buzzing. All the living creatures that did not have a swimming pool were staying still in the shade somewhere. It was peaceful. Master Dave's cock filled me and kept me fully aware of his manly presence.

Master Dave broke the silence. "Chris has a special connection with your Sir. JT is an amazing young man."

"Yes, Sir, I agree. But you and Chris are also amazing."

Master Dave thought a moment before continuing. "Your Master, JT, knows what it is like to be a submissive. He has been a submissive before. Three years ago, he was a brand new cadet just like you. Well, not exactly like you." He chuckled.

"Anyway, your Master is able to understand a sub because that is part of his own makeup. That's how Sir JT is able to read a submissive's mind. He knows what you guys feel and think."

Now it was my turn to chuckle. "Yes, he can read minds. He knows what I want and need before I even know what I want and need. But, Sir, you seem fully able to dominate Chris, and you are fully in control of me in this moment."

"Yes, I'm dominant by nature. But I cannot really identify with that part of Chris. I love him and I have a constant need to possess him. He is a mystery to me. I am always amazed and delighted by him. I can't imagine how he does some of the things that he does. JT has an intuition that I don't have."

There was more silence as I considered this. Master Dave's honesty sort of surprised me. I thought of Dewey. Dewey enjoyed toying with me and playing with me and even fucking me. I supposed Dewey was also dominant "by nature." He was very masculine and domineering, and kind of primitive. That made him irresistible to me. But he couldn't satisfy me the way JT could. Of course, Dewey was not gay.

Somewhere nearby an air conditioning unit kicked on. "I think I understand you, Sir, at least a little bit."

"Well, that's good to hear. I am told that I am hard to understand sometimes. Anyway, there are several reasons for your visit today. I have been eager to meet you, and you are every bit as sexy as I had imagined. But probably the main reason for your visit is so that JT and Chris can spend some time together. JT can push Chris in ways that I cannot. That's JT's intuition, his ability to read minds."

"Chris is being rewarded for being a good slave. Whatever they are doing in there," he said, tilting his head to indicate the house, "Chris has been looking forward to for days."

Master Dave was sharing a great deal with me about his relationship with Chris. I wondered how much of this he shared with others. I wondered if he was jealous that JT was so desirable and powerful with his slave boy Chris. I was also feeling a little jealous myself. Not only was Chris much more attractive than me, he was much more experienced than me, and from what I could tell, he was even more obedient and trained than I was. If being a sub were a competition between me and Chris, Chris would win the trophy.

Master Dave said, "I told JT they could have an hour. Did he tell you about my dungeon?"

I shook my head. "You have a dungeon? Is there a basement here?"

He laughed. "Well, no. I guess some people call it a playroom. Here on the ranch, it's in the garage. We built a new structure for our cars. We call the new structure the garage. And the old garage we call `my dungeon.' It's air conditioned. I am very proud of it."

"Neat," I said. "I guess you have a pool table. Do you have air hockey?" Some family friends had a recreation room with an air hockey table and an old pinball machine.

Master Dave was laughing again. "No, boy. Not that kind of play. And not those kinds of toys. My dungeon is for sex. For discipline. For kink. I thought JT would have told you about it. It's probably the best thing about this ranch. I can't wait to show it to you."

He was visibly pleased that he was going to get to show off his dungeon to me.

"I tell you what," he said. "As much as I love having my cock inside that fine ass of yours, let's go inside and put lunch out."

We untangled our bodies, and his cock plopped out of me. We stepped up and out of the pool, gathered our things and went back in the house.

In the kitchen, Master Dave explained that Chris did most of the cooking and housekeeping and maintenance. As a slave, Chris spent at least ninety minutes a day exercising. They spent at least ninety minutes a day engaged in sex and discipline. There was no television in the house, since there was no cable available and television signals were too weak. They spent a lot of time reading and listening to music. Master Dave was in real estate, so he had an office here at the ranch, and an office back in the city. They had a house in the city, where they lived when school was in session and Chris was teaching.

"Summertime here at the ranch might seem boring," Master Dave explained, "but Chris thrives on it. He can go deep into his submission. He becomes very peaceful and happy. When he's teaching during the school year, it's very stressful for him. If you met him in the school environment, he's very different. Very authoritative, and very demanding. I'm glad he's not my English teacher!"

We brought lunch items out of the fridge and onto the kitchen table. It was basically iced tea, turkey and bacon sandwiches, and a beautiful salad of cold fruit. A summertime lunch that was cold and light.

Master Dave suggested that we go ahead and eat while JT and Chris finished their time in the dungeon. He also suggested, with a smile, that I might want to eat lightly in case we got into some heavy duty action after lunch. I got the message. You don't want to have a full belly when you're getting fucked. I was encouraged that Master Dave might be planning to fuck me vigorously in the near future.

While we ate our lunch, Master Dave took a framed picture off of the wall and brought it to me. It was on old black-and-white photograph. It was a picture of the old building and windmill that I had seen on the other side of the pond. The interesting thing was the seven men in the photo. They were all naked. Most of them were pale, or had heavy tan lines. They were all looking into the camera lens, utterly unconcerned that their nude bodies were being photographed for posterity.

Master Dave explained that the photo was from the 1930s, the Great Depression, and they were ranch hands. It was hard labor. The building was the bunk house where they slept and ate. After working all day, they stripped off their dirty clothes and they bathed in the huge water cistern adjacent to the windmill. Because their clothes stank like cattle, horse, and sweat, they did not wear their clothes inside. So they bathed and remained nude all evening and all night, until it was time to go back out on the ranch the next morning.

I learned that JT was thinking about having the Hot Shots spend a weekend at that bunk house. I couldn't help but think of how much Jeff would like to be in such a place. I was drawn to cowboys, and the only thing better than a bunk house full of cowboys would be a bunkhouse full of naked cowboys.

We heard some stirring in the living room. JT and Chris were coming out of the dungeon to get their lunch.

Sam is having fun and learning a lot by hanging out with Master Dave. But he has not yet seen what Master Dave considers the best part of the ranch: the dungeon. Now that JT and slave Chris have come out of the dungeon, it's Sam's moment to go inside. Keep reading to discover it with him!

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