Marching Band Cadet Chapter 68

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter 68

This is fiction about gay males having sex. In this chapter: relationship development, dominance and submission.

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Previously: When Sam returned from Houston, he discovered to his delight that JT had arranged for the two of them to spend the night alone at Master Dave's town house.

"Are you feeling centered?" JT asked.

It took a moment for me to respond. I hadn't been thinking about it. The last couple of times that JT helped me to get centered, he accomplished it by spanking me.

Sex with other guys tended to leave me emotionally unsettled. Good sex always carried me away like a river current. I naturally let go. In the best sex, I surrendered to a dominant male. Otherwise, I surrendered to the natural urges and pleasures of the moment. Good sex always entailed some kind of letting go and letting things happen. But that could be disorienting.

In addition to that, I usually had a light but lingering sense of guilt that I had betrayed JT by enjoying sex with other guys. Even when he had arranged it, or was watching it happen.

He had used spanking to center me at the Hot Shots retreat, and again at the end of our day with Master Dave and his slave boy Chris.

So far on this occasion, he had not spanked me. But as I sat with him on the big leather couch, I realized that I had been feeling a slight sense of anxiety for most of the afternoon, and now that feeling had vanished.

"How did you do that?" I finally asked JT. I noticed that he was grinning. He held up his finger, the one he had inserted into my ass.

"My domination centers you," he said. "I can dominate you by spanking you. But I can dominate you with just one finger if I choose, and you just experienced that. And by the way, I can dominate you by controlling what you wear. Or what you don't wear.

"You looked great in that swimsuit," he went on. "Even better than I imagined. I hope a lot of people got a look at you, besides our three guys. I hope it made you feel sexy or embarrassed. Or both at the same time."

I began to give him a report on the swimsuit. I told him that I had followed his directive completely, only putting on pants and a t-shirt when strictly necessary. I told him that yes, I did feel sexy and embarrassed, often both at the same time. I told him about how the older men who worked at the instrument repair shop had noticed me and made a comment about the swimsuit. I told him about the swimming pool horseplay that Dewey and I had engaged in, and how my hard dick was practically transparent in the wet swimsuit. I told JT about how Dewey had given me another erection and then sent me to the ice machine in the swimsuit, where a college guy noticed and teased me.

And then I told JT the full story of my encounter with Phil, the man who worked in the hotel lobby. JT's swimsuit was the key to that whole thing. JT was impressed with the connection I'd made with Phil. "We may be able to get a free room when the Hot Shots go back," he said. "We might even be able to arrange a getaway to Houston for just me and you."

"In any event," JT continued after a moment, "you'll have to service Phil in any way he desires as a token of our appreciation for his help."

My soft cock plumped and twitched a little at the realization that my body could be traded for something like a hotel room.

"I'm really proud of you for making that connection with Phil." JT said. "The potential benefits for the Hot Shots, if it works out, will really increase your stature as a cadet. I'm proud of your initiative and your boldness.

"And I can take partial credit. If you had gone to fetch coffee in your regular clothes, my guess is that nothing would have happened. But wearing my swimsuit created an opportunity. Apparently, both of you enjoyed the outcome!"

I blushed and looked down at the floor. Being praised by my Sir had a strong effect on me.

JT asked if I was hungry. It was supper time. We decided to heat up some frozen dinners that we found in the freezer. While they baked in the oven, I told JT about the rest of the trip.

He was impressed by the sex contest that the four of us had worked out. He seemed also pleased that Matt and I had shared a brief session of mutual oral sex. JT was interested in the sex and games that had taken place between me and Dewey. He asked a lot of questions.

"I have a couple of ideas about Dewey," he said. "First of all, domination without discipline." He was silent while I tried to absorb the meaning of what he said.

Then, JT continued. "Dewey is naturally dominant. He enjoys messing with you. He's intrigued that he can do things to you that other guys would find painful or humiliating. But in your case, you get turned on and your dick gets hard. His naturally dominant nature makes him want to harass guys. In a good-hearted way. Playful harassment. Teasing.

"But until he met you, Sam, he never had a guy who responded positively to his teasing. And who not only responded positively, but would respond by granting Dewey unrestricted sexual action.

"It's good that he is naturally dominant. And you are naturally submissive. That's why you two have such strong chemistry. On the other hand, he does not have enough experience to dominate you in a controlled and consistent way. That's what I mean when I say domination without discipline.

"Remember when you met me, I told you that I was a man of discipline. I have rules and practices that maintain your sense of submission, and my sense of domination. Submission is natural for you, boy, and it feels good for you. Emotionally as well as sexually. My discipline keeps you in your happy spot. And it keeps me in my happy spot.

"Dewey doesn't know how to do that," JT said softly. "It doesn't mean that he's a bad guy. I enjoy observing your connection with him, and hearing about it. He just lacks experience. And I don't think he's really gay, either. Maybe a little bit bisexual. So he can't really understand you. That's part of the fun. You are kind of an enigma to him."

I was listening carefully to my Sir. He was really helping me to understand my powerful relationship to Dewey. Things with Dewey were exciting because they were natural and spontaneous. But that was also a limitation. JT, on the other hand, was knowledgeable, and controlled, and very systematic.

"You play your trumpet very well, Sir," I responded after a few moments. "But you play me even better. You know which buttons to press and which valves to release. The swimsuit was truly ingenious. I was a long distance from you, and I was being seen and used sexually by other guys. But in a certain sense, you were in control of me the whole time. You were making it happen."

"Actually, boy, your obedience to me was making it happen," JT corrected me. "If you had not worn the swimsuit, you would have been disobeying my instructions and those good things would not have happened. But you obeyed, and good things happened.

"Yes," he went on, "it was ingenious. But honestly, it was an experiment. I wasn't sure if it would work. But now that it did work, I take enormous pride that my dominance over you lasted so long, so well, at so great a distance.

"Discipline does not always mean spanking or sadomasochism. In fact, clothing and nudity are two very useful forms of discipline. Discipline is anything that reinforces our roles as a Dominant and submissive. Those roles give us pleasure. They give us joy. So we use a lot of discipline. Rules and practices that ultimately lead to greater joy."

"And hotter sex," I added. We both laughed.

"I am also thinking that Dewey is an exhibitionist. You've noticed that he's always one of the first Hot Shots to strip off his clothes. He said that he was not just nude, but `buck naked.' Boldly nude. Nude with attitude. And you were telling me about the tight clothes that he was wearing today. He likes to show off. He likes to strut his stuff."

"And we like to watch!" I joked.

"That may be something you can let him know," JT said. "Tell him how good he looks. Tell him that you can see other people reacting. Including girls. If you guys really go camping at the state park, he'll have plenty of opportunities to show off. The restroom buildings at the state parks have group showers, so there's even a chance to get naked with a bunch of other guys."

"Buck naked, you mean," I joked a third time. He smacked me on the ass, but he was laughing.

The oven buzzed, and we removed our "TV Dinners." Mine was a beef patty in gravy, with side vegetables. JT had chicken enchiladas. Both dinners were in aluminum trays and each had a small serving of apple cobbler for dessert.

As we finished our supper, JT commented that I was getting tired. It had been a very busy 36 hours. He asked me if I had any special requests before we went to sleep. He meant sexual requests, of course.

"I want to eat your ass," I instantly responded without a second thought.

"Well," JT grinned, "you didn't have to think long about that! Let's hit the shower so we can be clean in all the important places."

We returned to the luxurious bathroom decorated with black tile and black marble. The shower was big enough for four or five grown men. It had two separate shower heads, plus an enema hose and some hand-held sprayers and nozzles as well. There was more than one kind of soap, each bar a dark color and imbued with rich, masculine scents like sandalwood and cedar. We took our time, washing each other's lower bodies with thick suds and lather.

We emerged from the bath into the master bedroom. It, too, had a black and chrome décor. The king size bed had a black headboard that went up to the ceiling. The massive black wood frame was also affixed to the ceiling. Mounted there was a huge mirror facing straight down upon the bed.

"Sir, I want to change my request," I told JT.

After being on the road with Jim, Dewey, and Matt, Sam is finally alone again with his Sir. JT is more experienced and versatile than any of the others. What kind of sex will Sam request from JT? Does Master Dave's luxurious townhouse hold any other surprises? Keep reading to find out...