Previously: Sam and Matt have arrived at a gathering of the Hot Shots, hoping to become "cadets" who will sexually service the upperclassmen.
Jim led us into the house, into the living room. There were four Hot Shots seated in the living room. I knew their faces and names, but until that moment I had no idea who was in the secret club and who was not.
As we entered the living room, Jeff pulled off his shirt, and sat down to remove his shoes and socks. The other Hot Shots, like Jim, were wearing only shorts. Now that Jeff was back at the party, he was getting back into the uniform of the others, a uniform that was basically skimpy shorts and nothing else. Matt and I started to take off our shirts, but Jim stopped us.
"First, I'm going to explain the rules to you," Jim said to us. "Then you can decide whether you want to stay with us or go home. If you choose to go home, Jeff will drive you back in his pickup truck. No problem. This may not be the right thing for you, or the right time. We understand.
"If you choose to stay, you will strip naked and remain that way until you go home tomorrow.
"Now l am going to explain the rules. First, this is the Hot Shots, and we are a secret club. You cannot tell anyone about it. Even if you quit—especially if you quit—you cannot tell anyone. Ever.
"You came here to learn more about becoming one of our cadets. You are under no obligation to join. You can ask us any questions you want. If you stay tonight, you can have a lot of sex, a little sex, or no sex. You have to be naked at all times, and respectful, but otherwise nothing will happen to you without your consent."
Jim had taken a seat. And he was now reading from a clipboard, which apparently held the official rules. Matt and I were standing in the middle of the room, and we had not been invited to sit. The six Hot Shots sat on the living room furniture all around us. Even though we were free to say "no" and free to leave, we were not being treated like equals.
Jim continued reading and explaining the rules. "If you want to become a cadet, and if we accept you, then you enlist for one year. Basically, from now until the end of your freshman year. It's a commitment. You cannot quit. After a year, you can quit or apply for a second year of service.
"When you become a cadet, we will refer to you as a `sub.' That means two things. You are subordinate. And you are submissive. You serve the Hot Shots. You do what we say. That applies in all areas, but in particular it applies to sex. Your main job will be to service our bodies and gratify all of our needs and desires. That includes, but is not limited to, oral sex and anal sex. You will be subordinate and submissive. You will be our sub.
"We don't care if you are gay, straight, or bisexual. Just know that your principal duties will be sexual. Frankly, being a cadet is easier if you are gay.
"In public, at school, there are times when you will have to carry our stuff, polish our horns, clean our boots, bring us lunch, et cetera. We will never do anything too crazy with you in public, because we must maintain our secrecy. But there will be little things from time to time to remind you that even when your clothes are on, you serve the Hot Shots.
"If you enroll as a cadet, you must additionally decide whether you will be a `bound sub' or an `unbound sub.' A bound sub has one Hot Shot as his Master, and takes his orders from that one member. An unbound sub serves the whole club. You have one month after enrolling to choose your Master and be bound to him for the rest of the year. Otherwise, you will be an unbound sub for the whole year.
"You can ask questions at any time. The purpose of this overnight retreat is for us to get to know more about you, and you about us. But right now, you have to decide whether to stay or to go. Do you have any questions before you make your choice?"
I had lots of questions! But I would need to stay to get them answered. I immediately began to take off my clothes. Matt hesitated. I removed my shirt, shoes, socks, and cutoffs. Last, I took off my underwear. My liberated boner pointed slightly upward at about a twenty degree angle. A chuckle went through the room. I chuckled too. Then I said, "Thank you for your invitation. I will stay... I guess that's obvious!" The guys laughed again and broke into a light applause. It really broke the tension.
Jeff appeared with a paper grocery bag, and we put my shoes and clothes into the bag. He took it away. Matt said nothing, but he snapped out of his daze and also started getting undressed. Another paper grocery bag received Matt's clothes. We were both naked, but while I had a raging boner, Matt's dick was still soft. He and I had fooled around a little in the past, so I knew his body pretty well. He had a great cock and balls, and his cock was certainly longer than mine. I smiled to myself when I realized that his larger dick did not give him an advantage in this particular situation. We were two bottoms surrounded by six tops!
Jim seemed a little flustered. I think he had been expecting some questions, or perhaps he thought that it was likely that Matt and I would flee, once we heard the rules and expectations. The mood in the room felt good; there was a sense of relief that we had agreed to go forward. But it must have been going faster than Jim anticipated. The room felt horny to me; or maybe I was projecting my own arousal and lust onto others.
"Sir," I said to Jim, "I would like to begin by servicing Wayne. It may be off base for me to make a request. And if so, I apologize, Sir. But I think it would be proper for me to suck Wayne's dick, and make him feel great, and swallow every drop."
The room froze in silence in response to my words.
Thank you for reading. Sam isn't even a cadet yet, but he has brashly asked if can give Wayne a blow job. Is that even how things work in this secret society? There's a lot more coming up in chapter three and beyond.