Previously: Our hero Sam has been admitted to the Hot Shots. He must now decide if he wants to be "bound" to one upperclassman, or "unbound" and at the service of the whole club. He has come to spend a weekend with JT to learn more.
"These are the rules," JT began. It was nine o'clock on a Friday night, and we were alone at his parents' house. The high school graduation had just concluded. After the ceremony, we picked up hamburgers from a local fast food chain called "Jack In The Box." We sat down at the kitchen table to eat.
"Obedience," JT said. "There is really only one rule. You do whatever I say. I expect you to obey me completely and immediately. Everything else flows from that one rule. Obedience. It's very simple.
"The second rule is honesty. Whenever I ask, you should tell me what you are thinking and what you are feeling. Even if I don't ask, I want you to tell me what you are thinking and feeling. Excitement, fear, pleasure, pain, embarrassment, happiness, revulsion, anger, whatever it is. Tell me. There is no such thing as a wrong feeling. The only wrong thing is when you conceal your thoughts and feelings. You must be an open book for me.
"I've given you two rules. Obedience and honesty. If you are going to follow these two rules, say, `Yes, Sir.' If you cannot or will not follow these rules, then say, `No, Sir.' If you have questions, then say, `Question, Sir.' What is your answer, Sam?"
"Yes SIR!" I replied without even a microsecond of hesitation.
"Very good. We've finished our dinner. Let's go into the living room." JT led me into the family's living room, and he sat down in a big La-Z-Boy chair. "Strip, boy. All the way."
"Yes, Sir," I said. I hurried to take off my clothes. JT told me to put them in my overnight bag. JT was still wearing his clothes. I stood before him nude, with my boner pointing upward.
"How do you feel, boy? Remember the rule of honesty."
"Happy, Sir." A few seconds passed. "I'm feeling a little nervous and a little scared. Like I'm about to get on a roller coaster. I'm excited and happy, but also afraid. Sir. I'm also feeling relieved, Sir. I've been waiting for so long. And now it's happening. I'm feeling relieved and grateful to you, Sir."
"Good boy," JT said. His words shot through me like electricity. Dewey had said similar words when I brought him a mug of coffee. Now, as I stood before JT completely naked, JT's affirmation meant everything. My dick would have grown harder, if that were possible. "Now, get on your knees, boy."
I knelt on the carpet in front of him.
"You're not going to be sucking me just yet. We have more to discuss. I've given you the two rules—obedience and honesty. Now I'm going to start introducing you to discipline. You have already been addressing the Hot Shots as `Sir.' You did that without being told, which made a huge impression on all of us.
"Regardless of whether you are bound to me, or to someone else, or if you remain unbound, you will address all of the Hot Shots as `Sir.' You never use their name. The exception is another cadet, like Matt.
"That is one example of discipline. A good example. It reinforces our roles. Discipline is mostly practices, rituals, and habits that reinforce our roles. The Hot Shots can call you anything they want, but mostly they will use your name or else call you `boy.' But you always call them `Sir.' It's a constant reminder of your status as a sub. It's not just you that needs to be reminded. You probably need reminding less than us. Discipline cuts both ways. It trains the subs, but it also trains the dominant males. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I loved calling him Sir. Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir, I thought to myself. And I loved being called "boy."
Jim continued, "If you choose to be bound to me, I will be considered your Master. So then you can call me Sir or Master when you speak to me. If we reach that point. Understand?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, Sir. I hope we reach that point."
"When you speak about the others, you refer to them by Sir and their name. Like Sir Mark, Sir Dewey, etc. It's a constant reminder for everyone. That's good discipline.
"You are kneeling right now. That forces you to look up at me, and me to look down at you. It fortifies our roles. You are naked, and I am not. That fortifies our roles. It's all discipline.
"But understand this. Discipline is not punishment. It can hurt, it can be difficult, it can be humiliating. But it's not punishment. I will never spank you as a form of punishment. To be honest, I don't think you'll need much punishment. But if you do, I will probably force you to wear clothes all day and to sleep in pajamas. I might make you sleep alone on the floor by yourself in pajamas. Instead of naked in bed with me or the other Hot Shots. You would hate that, wouldn't you?"
I chuckled. "Absolutely, I would hate it, Sir. You are able to read my mind."
JT smiled. "You're not the first person to tell me that. This isn't my first rodeo. Anyway, I only have one more thing to teach you this evening. If I become your Master, then you belong to me. Your body belongs to me. Your dick belongs to me. Your sperm belongs to me. And your orgasms belong to me.
"In a minute, I am going to suck you off. But it won't just be me sucking your cock. It will be you giving me your sperm and giving me your orgasm. When you come for me, you are giving yourself to me. You are paying tribute to me. That's discipline also. Orgasm is the greatest physical pleasure a human being can have. I am going to train you so that when you experience the ultimate pleasure, you are serving me and submitting to me. Do you understand?"
"I'm trying to understand, Sir. I understand your words, but I'm not sure I get it. You're going to give me a blow job?"
"Yes. Why shouldn't I? I'm gay. You're a very sexy young man with a raging hard boner. I enjoy sucking your dick as much as you enjoy sucking mine. Your body belongs to me, and I can do and will do with you whatever I please. You don't have to understand everything tonight. You may never understand everything. But what is the first rule?"
"Obedience, Sir. Right, Sir."
"Now stand up, boy." While I stood up, Jim slipped down to the carpet. He sat flat on the floor, but reclined on the chair. He motioned for me to come closer. As soon as I stood over him, he reached up and grabbed my balls. Not too hard, but not gentle either. By pulling my balls, he positioned my dick right in front of his face.
"These balls belong to me," he said. "And a nice set of balls they are." Then he squeezed hard and tugged them downward. I cried out in pain, but even as I did so he relaxed his grip. Then he did it again, and I winced and groaned. He relaxed. Then he repeated it. And again he repeated it.
Suddenly he took my cock in his mouth. He lightly worked my cock with his mouth. Within ten seconds, I said, "I'm going to blow my load, Sir." I was so aroused, and my cock was beginning to throb.
JT took his mouth off of my cock, and said, "Say, `For you, Sir.' Keep repeating it.'" Then he pulled my cock back into his mouth and started working it aggressively. He simultaneously tugged and squeezed my balls.
"For you Sir, for you Sir, for you Sir." I squealed with the pain as he squeezed my balls in quick hard pulses. "For you Sir, for you Sir, for you Sir," I kept repeating as the sperm surged up my shaft and finally, explosively, out of my penis into JT's warm wet mouth. "For you Sir." The pleasure was so intense that it was excruciating. My shaft surged and pumped so hard that I felt like I was turning inside out. "For you Sir."
JT was still holding my ball sack, and he gently sucked on my cock for a couple of minutes while I settled down. When it seemed that my last drop had been surrendered, he released my cock from my mouth. And then he used the hand that had been holding my testicles to suddenly start rubbing the head of my cock. The sensation was excruciating, because my cock was so sensitive. I cried out again.
"Just a little knob polishing, boy. I like to do that from time to time. But seriously, good boy! That was amazing. You gave it all up to me, you did just what I wanted. You sure made a lot of good noise, too. I am going to have so much fun with you. Let's go to bed."
Sam has begun to learn that he can surrender to JT in ways that go beyond spanking. It's only Friday night, and JT is going to stay in charge of Sam through Sunday. Sam's discoveries will continue all weekend. They will be your discoveries, too, if you keep reading!