Marching Band Cadet Chapter 58

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 58

This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: group sex, bondage, BDSM, anal sex, sex between adults and adolescents.

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Previously: JT and Sam are in some group action with Master Dave and his slave boy Chris. Chris is suspended in bondage, and the other three are having their way with him under Sam's rookie direction.

Chris was mightily aroused, and his moaning and wriggling was driving up the sexual energy for all of us. JT said to me, "I've got an assignment for you."

JT took me aside and whispered. "You and I are going to give him some bite marks. Along his sides, between his armpit and his waist. Three big bite marks on each side. You on his right, me on his left. We'll take turns, starting with me. Bite hard and count to ten, and suck a little bit if you can, like a hickey. Bite hard, but not so hard that he bleeds."

It was another ingenious twist from my Sir. Biting was a sexy blend of pain and pleasure for the person being bitten. Like a hickey, it left marks that could be visible for hours or days afterwards. I badly wanted JT to cover me with love bites and other marks, but that wasn't possible so long when I was going home to my parents.

By this point, Chris had broken a sweat. His beautiful skin glowed all the more under the sheen of perspiration. The moisture increased the strength of his natural body odor, further driving up the hormones and sex drive of our foursome.

Master Dave was now behind Chris, manipulating Chris's testicles. When JT bit into Chris's flesh, he yelped and flinched, swaying in his suspension. After several seconds, JT let go and nodded to me. I opened wide and took a large hunk of Chris's skin into my mouth. His body was so muscular that it was not possible to pull much flesh into my mouth. But it was enough to make him jolt again, and howl loudly. I could only assume it was a howl of both pain and pleasure, of both surrender and protest.

He tasted as good as he smelled. JT and I took turns, until all six marks were complete. The marks I left were kind of pinkish purple, the color of red grapes.

I asked Master Dave if he would please lower Chris down to our waist level for fucking. The biting, the rough handling of his ball sack, the rimming, the tit clamps, and the various slaps and pinches that we had given him had turned him into a squirming, moaning target. Shiny precum oozed in a string down from his cock. He was having a great time. I was very envious. But he had won the contest and this was his boy's choice.

As Master Dave went to turn the rope winder, JT instructed me to ask Master Dave for his preference on how we should take turns fucking his slave boy. I repeated the question, respectfully, to Master Dave. He said I should go first, fucking Chris until I shot my load. He said he would go second, and would enjoy the sensation of my seed providing him extra lubrication. Finally, JT would inject his cock and load into Chris. Master Dave suggested that I should suck Chris off while my Sir was fucking him.

And that was what we did. My only experience as a top was when JT had introduced me to it on the previous Sunday. I had been aroused by JT's back side, which tapered elegantly from his broad shoulders to his slim waist and tight, trim butt cheeks. Chris was a much older man with a fuller frame. But he was displayed in such a way that I was turned on and (surprisingly) eager to fuck him.

I now looked down at his backside, spread before me. His tan, smooth skin glowed warm and shiny with sweat. The blue ropes crisscrossed him beautifully, causing his flesh to bulge enticingly in all the right places. His thighs were splayed wide, his beautiful hole positioned enticingly and conveniently for me.

Master Dave handed me some lube. I quickly slicked up my cock, and pressed its head against that perfect pucker. It opened right up and practically pulled me in. Chris's rectum was warm and velvety and gripped me with a firm gentleness. I remembered how quickly I had popped my wad when I had first penetrated JT. But Chris had drained my balls about an hour earlier, when he had won the contest. I could probably fuck him for at least a couple of minutes before I came.

Master Dave was standing next to me and I felt him watching me intently. I turned my head and saw him grinning with admiration. I remembered JT's words, that Master Dave liked me and that I ought to express my interest in him. So I grinned back.

Suddenly, Master Dave was behind, fingering lube into my hole. I paused my thrusting for a moment while he slid his cock into me. Then he wrapped his hairy, tan arms around me. I felt his hairy torso against my back. He was so masculine.

I resumed thrusting myself inside of Chris. But the sensation of simultaneously fucking and being fucked was insanely pleasurable. And the men in the room were over-the-top sexy: the bound Adonis, his virile Master, and my own Sir, lithe and handsome. The sights and the smells of the dungeon, the sweat, and the testosterone were intoxicating.

Under these circumstances, I lasted as long as I could. Two minutes, maybe. Three minutes at the most. My seed pulsed up the length of my shaft, while my sphincter contracted around Master Dave. I hollered with ecstasy. I thrust myself wildly inside of Chris, trying to eject every drop of it. I had ejaculated twice that day, and both times Chris had taken my load.

Master Dave relaxed his embrace of me just a little bit, and he patted me on the shoulder. "Way to go! Now I know why they call you a trooper!" He pulled back and his cock slid out of me. I then slid my own cock out of Chris's hole.

Chris's muscular legs were spread open like scissors, and I had to step back and out of the little stall that they formed. As I did so, I bit down gently on the sole of his foot. He squealed with surprise and bounced around in his suspension. Master Dave stepped into the little stall, pushed his cock right in, and the fucking continued.

JT embraced me, and we slurped at each other's mouth. He told me I had done a good job. I stroked his hard dick a little. He was going to enjoy fucking Chris.

I crawled underneath Chris, which was sort of like crawling underneath a table. He was hanging at about that height. I fondled his cock and balls while his Master continued fucking him. I licked at his precum. I chose to wait to suck him until my Sir began to fuck him; that was the plan for our timing.

Master Dave approached his climax with bellowing, seizing Chris by the thighs to hold him steady while jackhammered his load into him. More precum oozed from the tip of Chris's cock.

Finally, Master Dave pulled out. "You're going to slide right in," he said to JT. "He's loose and he's juicy with what we've already given him. Do you want me to towel him off?"

My Sir responded, "No. I like my pancakes with a lot of syrup." They couldn't see me, but I grinned. Even JT's words were fun and sexy and bold.

JT plunged right into Chris's wet canal. Chris sighed audibly. His Master was a stallion, almost a god. But part of him was in love with JT. I could not criticize him for that. I understood.

JT was a great top. I was beginning to realize that he was a great top because he also enjoyed being a bottom. He was a great Dominant because he had experienced submission. When he fucked you, he read your responses. When his angle and speed hit you just right, he perceived it, and he doubled down on it. He fucked with purpose and determination. He was absolutely focused on driving you out of your mind.

I took hold of Chris' shaft at the root. He was moving slightly due to the fucking that he was receiving, and due to his own blissful squirming. I had to keep his cock steady while I took it into my mouth. I moved my mouth in a steady pattern. It was awkward being underneath him in that position, but I managed to keep a fairly even pace that approximated the motion of my Sir's thrusting.

As the combination of my sucking and JT's fucking went on, Chris began to groan. He seemed to be perspiring more, but I could not look around to see. My head was involved in performing oral sex. Chris began to howl. I knew his orgasm was drawing close. The "howl" is partly sexual rapture but also a protest against the impending ejaculation. Sometimes, when you are on the edge, you want to stay there. Ejaculation is a climax, but it also signals the end of the euphoria and the descent back to reality. JT and Jeff had made me howl like that. JT especially liked doing it to me.

I heard JT gasping as he approached his own orgasm. I'm not sure, but I think he began to come slightly before Chris. I heard grunts from JT which were drowned out by Chris's yelling. He was positively screaming. It was a good thing we were in a house in the countryside or someone would have called the cops.

Chris's cum blasted against the back of my throat. I don't know how much there was because I swallowed all of it. But I felt the force of it, and I had to take my first swallow quickly, in order to not choke or spew. His cum, like his body odor, was pleasing and natural and outdoorsy. It was salty and sort of tasted the way cedar wood smells. As I slurped and sucked the remaining drops out of him, I thought for the umpteenth time that he was impossibly perfect.

Everyone was spent, at least for the moment. Master Dave slowly lowered Chris to the floor. He untied some of the rope, and helped Chris to his feet. Chris was still dazed from all that happened to him.

"You did a great job as our scene master, young Sam," Master Dave said. "Why don't you take Chris out to the pool and help him cool off. JT and I will put things away and come out to join you in a little while."

It has been a crazy few hours at the Master Dave's ranch house. Will Sam be returning for more? JT is hoping that Sam will become the new link between Master Dave and the Hot Shots. Keep reading to see how this will all come together.

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