Marching Band Cadet Chapter Eight

Marching Band Cadet-- Chapter Eight

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: After an intense spanking and fucking in front of all the others, our hero Sam has been invited to take a shower alone with JT.

JT took me by the hand and led me out of the living room, just as he had led me into it. My ass crack and ass hole were slick with melted Crisco, and probably with some of JT's seed as well. The wet, frictionless sensation between my butt cheeks kind of exciting as I walked, but also kind of gross. I needed to clean up before I could sit on furniture again.

We walked down a hall and entered the bathroom. The bathroom had was a shower-tub combination, and JT started the water running. I had been in locker rooms before, but I had never actually taken a shower with someone else. It was thrilling.

The water was lukewarm as I stood under the shower head. JT lathered up a washcloth with a bar of soap, and immediately went to work cleaning my ass. The warm, soapy water and JT's gentle use of the washcloth felt decadent. He took a lot of time, and he acted like it was the most natural thing in the world to be washing my asshole the way he would wash dishes. He also thoroughly cleaned my dick, which was raging hard again. I moaned loudly with pleasure, but he bit my earlobe and told me to keep quiet.

Then we swapped places, and he stood under the shower head. I imitated JT's action, building up a washcloth full of lather, and I went to work on his cock and balls. I took my time, gently handling his genitals as I washed them. I knelt, and I cautiously washed behind his ball sack and along his ass crack. He didn't seem to mind, and he widened his stance to allow me better access. Of course, he wasn't the one who had been fucked with Crisco, so his ass wasn't the greasy mess that mine had been.

JT told me to give his dick a "taste test" to make sure it was clean. I had performed oral sex on the other three guys, but this was my first time to take JT's cock into my mouth. I made a show of tasting all over his cock and balls before pronouncing that he was perfectly clean.

JT turned off the water, and we got out of the shower-tub. I realized that in real life, there isn't much room for two people in a shower. One of them is always behind the other, and gets very little water. On the other hand, there is a lot of body contact, which suits me just fine.

JT took a towel and began to dry me off. "Let me give you some advice," he began.

"Assuming that you are going to be a cadet, you will have to choose to be bound or unbound. You heard what Jim said. A bound cadet has one Master; an unbound cadet serves the whole club. You probably want to serve the whole club, and you are thinking that the best way to do that is to be unbound. Am I right?"

"Yes, that's sort of what I'm thinking," I said.

"Well," JT continued, "I see it differently. The Hot Shots normally get together like this one weekend a month. If you are unbound, you only get to serve the club when it comes together like that. But if you have a Master, you serve him all the time. Not just once a month.

"And if I am your Master, I will require you to serve all the Hot Shots when we get together. So you will end up serving the whole club. I will always be your priority, but I'll require you to serve the Hot Shots. And any other guys I choose."

"You'll make me have sex with other guys, not just the Hot Shots?" I asked. I was incredulous, but I was also fascinated.

"Yes. If I'm your Master, you do whatever I tell you. If I tell you to suck someone's dick, you say, `Yes, Sir,' and you go suck his dick. If I tell you to jerk off, you do it. If I tell you not to come, then you don't come. I'm the boss. That's what it means. Not just one weekend a month."

"What about discipline?" I asked.

"All the time," JT said. "It keeps us grounded in our roles, and connected to each other. I only fuck a red ass, and I will want to fuck yours a lot. By the way, spanking is only the beginning. Discipline goes way beyond spanking and into every area of your life."

JT handed me the towel, and I started to dry his body.

"Anyway," he continued, "you don't have to make a decision right now. I'll bet right now that Matt will want to be bound to Mark. Don't let Matt's actions pressure you or rush you. You are very different from Matt, and I think you know that. Please talk to me before you make any commitments. Please. For your own sake. Even if I do not end up as your Master this year, I can coach you on a few things."

"Okay," I said. JT's body was completely dry, but I kept toweling him. I wanted to keep touching his svelte body and soft skin. "I'll be completely honest, Sir. Everything you say sounds great. I'm just not sure I would be able to do all of those things. What if I couldn't meet your expectations, and we ended up being stuck with each other all year?"

JT laughed, which made me feel better. "I don't think that will happen. But I tell you what. Two weeks from now, my parents and my sister are going out of town for the weekend. My cousin is graduating from college. I can't go, because we have our own graduation that weekend, and I have to play in our band. You can tell your parents that you're coming to a sleepover at my house, and we can spend the weekend. That will give us a lot of time to talk things over before you make any commitments."

"Lots of time to talk?" I grinned. "What about fucking?"

"Oh, lots of fucking," JT said. "Keep in mind I only fuck a red ass."

"Then keep my ass red all weekend," I said in a teasing way.

"I can do that," JT said. "Now let's get back to the other Hot Shots. It's getting late, and I think we'll all be going to bed soon."

"Yes, Sir," I said. So we walked back to the living room to join the others, buck naked and freshly showered.

Sam and JT are now planning to get together on their own. Will Sam choose to be bound to JT as his submissive, or will he choose another course? Sam has had a busy evening, but now it's bedtime. What will his sleeping arrangements be? Keep reading to learn how things unfold.