Previously: Sam has spent a blissful night, snuggled during his sleep by Jim and by JT.
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.
I was surprised to find that Matt was on-time and already in the kitchen. I was even more surprised when he walked right up to me, without saying anything, threw his arms around me, and began to kiss me on the mouth.
It was early morning, and I was still drowsy. I was also predisposed to sexual submission, my main role for the weekend. But Matt had never had any sexual interest in me. Our one attempt to fool around with each other, many months before, had been pretty lame. Matt was attracted to older, handsome, high-status guys. In other words, he was attracted to guys like Mark.
But now he was coming on strong. His kisses were open-mouthed and sloppy, his tongue pushing impatiently into my mouth. His hands cupped my butt cheeks as he pulled me hard against his body. This must have gone on for three or four minutes, as we were alone in the kitchen. We were both completely nude, so our cocks quickly boned up. And they were pressed flat against each other, squeezed by the tight embrace of our bodies.
Finally, Matt relaxed his grip, and we slowly disentangled and separated. "I'm sorry," Matt said. "I shouldn't have done that."
"Don't apologize," I said, now fully awake. "We can do as much of that as you want, and lots more. But right now we have to get started on breakfast." I turned away from him and started pulling out some of the supplies and utensils we'd need for the pancakes. This gave me a moment to process what had happened.
I looked back at Matt, and his eyes were full of tears. I felt bad, and I went right back to him and took him in my arms. He pressed his face against my neck, and sobbed quietly. I felt the warm wetness of his tears. "Did he say anything?"
Matt was obviously asking about my half hour with Mark the previous evening.
"He didn't say anything about you," I said, continuing to hold him. "There's nothing wrong with you. He said some other things that I didn't understand, and I passed those along to JT. In my opinion, Matt, he's just in over his head. Don't blame yourself."
That seemed to calm Matt down a little bit. I felt sorry for him. I decided to put his hands to work. "Can you crack some eggs while we talk?"
He nodded, sniffed a few times, and followed my lead. I put the eggs and a bowl in front of him and told him what we needed. I measured out some of the dry pancake mix while he cracked the eggs for the batter.
I decided to give him my advice. "Matt, you're not trapped. First of all, you can just quit. The Hot Shots can't do anything to you, even if they wanted to. And none of them would want to hurt you. They're good guys. You can believe me."
Matt nodded slowly.
"In my opinion," I went on, "the Hot Shots have changed a lot, and some of the old rules need to be changed. Or maybe they can bend a little bit. That's just my opinion, and I'm only a cadet. Sir Jim says that I have a vote, though. Anyway. Do you still want to be a cadet?"
Again, Matt nodded slowly as he thought about it.
"Okay," I said. "Imagine if you were not bound to Mark anymore. I don't know if that can really happen. But if it could, what do you think about the other guys?"
Matt knew the answer to that question. "What about JT? Could he take on a second cadet? Do the rules allow that?"
I took some time to get out the milk and other supplies. I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit, and Matt likely noticed.
"I don't know whether the rules allow that or not. But JT expects his cadet to be fully submissive. Every cadet is supposed to serve the upperclassmen. But with JT, it's on a whole different level. It's very intense. Like the spanking. It's not punishment. It's something that is a built-in expectation. He's very happy with me, and I got another hard spanking last night at bedtime. Not as punishment. Just as a matter of course. Do you think you want something like that?"
Matt didn't say anything, but he shook his head "no" pretty vigorously.
"JT requires me to serve the other upperclassmen. Did you hear what he said yesterday? Anything they want from me. I'm required to do it quickly, cheerfully, and without questions. How would you feel about that?"
Matt was quiet. "I'm not sure," he said at last.
It was now 7:30, and breakfast was to be served at eight. We got busy stirring the bowls of batter and heating up the stove. I put a couple of big skillets on the stove, so I could make three or four pancakes at the same time. I set Matt to work setting out the plates, forks, napkins, butter, and syrup.
Suddenly, JT and Jim came into the kitchen. They hung back out of the way. They were both completely nude, and had their arms slung over each other's shoulders. They made a very attractive couple. Jim asked about coffee.
"Breakfast isn't served until eight," I said in a sassy tone. "If you want coffee now, you'll have to make it yourself."
"Whoa! That's pretty bossy, cadet!" Jim said to me. Then he said to JT, "Doesn't he get spanked for talking like that?"
"Absolutely not!" JT answered. "He'll misbehave even more if he knows he'll get spanked!"
We all laughed, and Jim moved into the kitchen to start making the coffee. First, he came over to me and told me that I had gotten out of bed without giving him a kiss. Then he gave me a long slobbery kiss on the mouth.
After he turned on the coffee brewer, he went and put his arm around Matt's shoulders. He asked how Matt was doing, and Matt lied and told him how great things were. Jim's hand slid down Matt's back, and gently came to rest on one of Matt's ass cheeks. "If you need anything, cadet," Jim said to Matt, "I'm always here for you."
I started making the pancakes, and I was a tornado of activity. I figured we needed at least thirty pancakes. I had heated up the oven, and my plan was to make them all by eight, and keep them warm in the oven. I showed Matt the basics. "My master taught me that pancakes don't have to be perfect," I said to him, knowing that JT would hear. "Butter and syrup will cover up a lot of mistakes."
When the coffee was finished, Jim helped himself to a mug. I heard Loony Tunes come on in the living room, where Wayne had been sleeping. The guys were getting up.
I left Matt at the stove, and I prepared a cup of coffee for Dewey. One spoon of sugar, not two. Jim smirked. "I have to make the coffee," he quipped, "while somebody else gets served coffee in bed?"
I couldn't think of a quick comeback, so I just took the coffee through the living room, where Wayne was watching TV, and down the hall to Dewey and Jeff's room. I knocked softly, but there was no reply. I knocked a little harder. "What?" Jeff yelled in an annoyed voice.
"Coffee for Sir Dewey," I said.
"Come on in," Dewey said.
I opened the door to the room. It was dark, and they were both in the bed, on separate sides, under the covers. It became evident that one of the lumps was Dewey, who was getting out of the covers and hoisting himself into an upright position. I went over to him, and carefully handed him the cup. He took a sip.
"Did I get it right this time, Sir?"
Dewey nodded, and then reached up and pinched my left nipple hard. I squealed with surprise, as a bolt of erotic pleasure spiked through my body. "Perfect coffee, boy," Dewey said. "What time is breakfast?"
I replied, "In about ten minutes, Sir. But I'll keep it warm for you as long as you want. Just remember the meeting starts at nine."
"Thanks, boy. I won't be too late."
I pushed my shoulders back and my chest out. Dewey took the hint, and reached up and pinched my nipple again. My cock was rock hard. We smiled appreciatively at each other. He could manhandle and molest me, without asking permission, and I would like it and come back for more.
I headed toward the door. Jeff was still quiet, but I knew my visit had awakened him and that he'd heard what I said to Dewey about breakfast and the meeting.
I padded back down the hall to the living room and kitchen. It was time to serve breakfast.
Sam will need to eat a big breakfast, because Saturday is going to be another demanding day for this growing boy. The Hot Shots are beginning to realize just how versatile and gung-ho Sam can be, and they have a growing appetite for his body and his active obedience.
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