Previously: A busy Friday evening is coming to a conclusion. Our hero Sam has been debriefing all that has happened with his Sir.
"Dewey was right," JT said. "You have earned a good night's rest, boy. After a good spanking, you'll sleep like a baby."
He led me to the bed, and he arranged us at right angles. He was seated with his back against the headboard. I laid across his lap, face down, so that my ass was up and centered beneath his hands.
"You've absorbed a lot this evening," JT said. "While I spank you, a whole bunch of emotions may come to the surface. Some of them may be negative. Don't try to stop them. Let them flow. Say out loud anything that comes to your mind. Don't worry about being disrespectful."
While he was saying those things, JT began to knead my butt cheeks slowly and vigorously. My body wriggled a bit with desire and anticipation. He teased the outside of my hole with a couple of his fingers, but he did not penetrate me.
His first smack was powerful, and the sound of the impact resounded in the air. "Oh, God, yes!" I exclaimed. The keen pain cleared the noise in my head. Another smack, equal in force, hit my other butt cheek. I howled again.
I quickly grabbed one of the pillows and buried my face in it. I had used soft slaps on Mark's ass in order to not be heard. JT's first couple of smacks and my reaction would have been heard at the other end of the house, even with the door closed. A perverted part of me was glad that everyone knew what was happening!
After the first two super smacks opened the session, JT eased to some moderately hard spanks. My butt was already stinging. I did not resist the pain at all; mentally, I was running toward it. I raised my head off the pillow and gasped, "Give me what I need, Sir. Please, Sir."
That was my way of telling him that he should not ease up prematurely. And he didn't. The cumulative sensation of his spanking was a piercing pain and a tingling heat. I was in a hurting yet blissful state of inaction, unwilling and unable to reject JT's domination.
I thought of Mark. Was he craving the kind of spanking that I was now receiving? I thought of Matt, too. They seemed trapped to me. They were such beautiful guys, and I was overcome with sadness that they were not enjoying themselves in the ways that JT and I were able to do. I suddenly began to cry.
JT noticed. "Say `tamale' if you need me to stop, Sam," he said gently. But I didn't need him to stop or want him to stop.
If someone had walked in, they would have seen JT spanking me hard and they would have seen my tears. They would have thought that the spanking was making me cry. But in reality, the spanking simply brought my emotions to the surface. JT had warned me that this might happen. I was hurting on the inside; the pain of the spanking brought my hurting to the surface. In a way it was cleansing and calming.
Dewey also came to my mind. His domination of me had been so spontaneous. I wanted it, but I was not prepared. Now, while JT was spanking me, I realized that what happened with Dewey was okay. No one could ever replace JT. I could surrender to Dewey temporarily, if my Sir allowed it. But my Sir would always be my Sir.
And I had the red ass to prove it! I couldn't see it, being mostly face down in the pillow. But it felt hot now. The spanking was hurting in a different way now. It was burning. It was like having a sunburn, and then having the sunburn slapped hard.
With my face still buried in the pillow, images of my Sir's body flashed through my mind. I thought of how he looked in his dress clothes. I thought of his graceful neck and shoulders. I thought of his cock and balls. I remembered how I had seen and tasted every inch of him—his asshole, the soles of his feet, his armpits. The forbidden parts were my favorite.
JT suddenly eased up on the spanking. I felt very relaxed and peaceful. He went back to kneading my butt cheeks. My breathing slowed down. The spanking was done.
After a minute, JT spoke. "I want you to sit up in the bed. Move slowly. You're very relaxed and I want you to stay that way."
When I pulled myself up, I was astonished to see that JT's thigh was slippery and sticky. "Did I shoot my load?" I asked, incredulously.
"Yes, boy," he said with a smile. "Don't worry about it. It was a spontaneous ejaculation beyond your control. It's actually a wonderful thing. But we'll talk about it later. Right now, it's time to get ready for bed."
He went into the bathroom to clean up his messy thigh. He flipped off the light switch so that the only light came from a lamp next to the bed. There was a knock at the door. It was Jim, who was ready for bed. JT asked him to go to the kitchen and fetch a glass of ice water and a cold beer.
When Jim returned, JT took the beer and the water from him. He set the water down on a little table next to the bed. He popped open the can of beer and told me to slowly drink about half of the can. While I did that, JT softly explained the sleeping arrangements. It was a king size bed. Jim and I would sleep on opposite sides of the bed, with JT between us. I would be sleeping next to the little table and the clock so that I could get up early to make breakfast.
JT said that I was in a kind of submissive fog that was a little bit like a hypnotic trance. I was feeling very sluggish and passive. But I also felt relaxed, sheltered, and completely wonderful. JT said that he did not want to disrupt my mood, and that I should fall asleep in this state. That's why he was speaking calmly. He took the beer away from me, and gave me the ice water, and told me to sip.
After I took some of the water, he had me lie down flat, and close my eyes. He turned off the lamp, and I felt the motion as he and Jim got into bed and pulled up the covers.
While I floated off to sleep, I was aware that Jim and JT were snuggling and making out. I felt good about that. I needed to relax and rest. I was not jealous that two great guys were hugging and kissing next to me. I had finished a sex marathon, and Jim had already enjoyed a pretty good half hour with me. But JT had not had any affection at all.
I wondered how JT was feeling about Jim. I doubted that they had ever kissed before. I was a cadet, so it was my job to serve Jim sexually. Those roles were expected. But JT and Jim were both upperclassmen, and there were no expectations. I remembered that Jim and Wayne were originally supposed to bunk together, but Jim had allowed us to utilize the master bedroom, while Wayne was going to sleep alone on the sofa bed in the living room. Had Jim been hoping for some sexual contact with JT?
Jim was the first chair of the trumpet-1 section, and JT was the first chair of the trumpet-2 section. My final thought before sleep was how beautiful it was that they could come together physically.
I went into a very deep slumber. I woke up once during the night to discover that the three of us were spooning. Jim was on his side holding JT who was on his side holding me. JT was the middle spoon. I woke up at another time to discover that Jim was now the middle spoon, and he was the one holding me and snuggling up against my backside. The air around me was lightly scented with the brew of our body odors. Jim's early morning erection pressed against my hip. Our three bodies were so tightly grouped that we occupied only half of the king size bed. I felt at one with this pile of male flesh.
A few weeks earlier, I would have been too excited to sleep. I would have felt that such moments were too precious for sleeping. But this was now becoming so normal and natural that I was able to sleep and to know that there would be more the next day. I dozed off again.
The next thing I knew, I woke up and saw that it was five minutes past seven. I was late for breakfast duty! I gently released myself from Jim's embrace and as quietly as I could, I slipped out the bedroom door and made my way to the kitchen.
Sam experienced a rare "spontaneous ejaculation" while he was being spanked. His physical and emotional connections with the other Hot Shots are actually intensifying Sam's submission to JT as Sam's sense of duty and honest become deeper. But what effect is Sam having on the club? And what about Mark and Matt? Keep reading to find out.