Previously: Sam has been with Dewey, giving him a hickey on his ass cheek, and receiving a generous facial in response. It is Saturday evening, and Sam's Master, JT, has declared that Sam's obligations for the day are complete.
I joined the others who were in the living room, watching TV. Wayne and Dewey were making spaghetti in the kitchen. I sat on the couch between Jeff and Jim, watching "Hee Haw" and waiting for dinner. They each placed a hand on my thighs, but no one was pursuing anything more than that.
We all sat down to basic spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread. Then, the dishes were washed and the whole group settled in front of the TV. The beer had come out, and the mood was mellow. By about eight, I was yawning and I went off to the big king bed in the master suite.
I snoozed for a couple of hours, until I was awakened by Jim and JT. They had noisily come into the room and plunked down on either side of me. I was attacked by their groping hands and sloppy, beer-soaked kisses. For a few moments I was the blissful center of attention, but JT soon arranged it so that he and I were on either side of Jim.
The two had made some sort of bet that JT and I would be able to get Jim off in less than three minutes. They'd even found a little kitchen timer and brought it into the bedroom. JT asked Jim if he was ready, and then twisted the dial to three minutes.
With Jim reclined on his back, JT told me to use my mouth and follow his example. We each took one of Jim's nipples in our mouths, to tongue them and suck them. Meanwhile, my Master used his hand to stroke Jim's cock. We did this for about thirty seconds, with Jim writhing and gasping.
Jim had made a fool's bet. In my estimation, not one of the Hot Shots could hold off for three minutes of sustained attention from me. And JT was much more skilled and sly than me. JT and I slid down and began to lick and kiss up and down Jim's shaft, which was pointed straight up like a moon rocket. Jim was defeated and he knew it. Neither of us took Jim's cock into our mouths. We just worked the shaft. With a harsh moan, Jim blew like a volcano. No big surprise. His cum got all over our faces and mouths. It was my second "facial" of the day.
JT and I leaned in over Jim's body and began to kiss and lick Jim's cum off of each other's faces. Jim's nude, toned body sprawled magnificently between us. JT and I were like two lions, hovering over a fallen gazelle, greedily consuming the spoils.
Jim spoke up, lazily. "Okay, I lost the bet. Now what do I have to do?"
JT told him that he wanted to reverse the scene. This time, Jim and I were to do everything in our power to get JT off. Only this time, the timer would be set for five minutes.
JT started the timer and we got to work. Since Jim was a big kisser, and since I had never seen him give oral sex, I let him do the kissing and nipple play, and I went down on my Master's cock. I wasn't sure how this was going to end. My Master had great self-control.
For a while I bobbed up and down on JT's cock, manipulating my tongue and my lips in ways that I hoped would increase the stimulation. I dandled his balls with my free hand, knowing that might add a little extra intensity. JT writhed a little and moaned a little under our ministrations. But there was no sign that he was approaching orgasm. I couldn't see the timer, but it seemed like about three minutes had already passed.
I took my mouth off of his cock for a second and used some of my spit to slicken up my middle finger. Then, while I went back down on his cock, I wriggled my hand behind his balls, and used that wet finger to gently stroke JT's hole. That elicited a gasp and a stronger reaction from JT.
My crafty thoughts led me to withdraw my finger, and to spit on it again, loudly. Then, when I reached back under his balls, I stroked JT's anus a little bit, and then pressed firmly. JT could only wonder whether I was going to stick my finger into him. I had applied extra spit, and now I was pressing. Was my finger going to go in, or not? That kind of teasing uncertainty was typical of how JT dealt with me, and I was proud that I was learning to think and act like him.
JT was now struggling. I could feel his muscles clenching below me, especially his thighs. He was trying to squeeze down and hold back the ejaculation.
The timer bell rang, and JT gave a muffled shout. Jim's hungry kissing had pretty much swallowed JT's mouth, so even JT's vocal noises were suppressed. But having barely beaten the clock, he was now exploding. His waist bucked upward, but I managed to stay on his cock. My finger had not entered his anus, but I felt it twitching as his ass muscles tightened rhythmically. His cum sprayed against the back of my throat. It seemed to me that it did not come out in spurts, but in a single, long stream. My mouth was full of his cock and cum, but I didn't let a drop escape. I liked getting sprayed in the face, but I also liked the tidiness of taking the entire load in my mouth. That way, nothing was wasted.
I stayed on his cock while his body went loose and his breathing slowly returned to normal. Jim was kissing him more gently now. I didn't work his cock any more. I just sucked ever so slightly so that no residual drippings were left.
After the cooling down was finished, JT wanted us to sit up in the bed so that we could share a can of beer. Just like the previous night, he wanted me to drink about half a can in order to help me sleep. I had been on edge without any sexual release.
Speaking more to me than to Jim, JT said, "We think we have a solution to the situation with Mark and Matt. Mark is going to release Matt from his service, and Matt will be bound to Jim instead." He paused to let this sink in.
I responded, "But I thought that once the commitment was made, everyone was locked in for a whole year."
"You are right. Those are the old rules," JT went on. "But neither Matt nor Mark knew what they were getting into. No one in the club other than me has ever really been a cadet or seen a real cadet in action. Matt and Mark didn't know. They had no way of making an informed decision. The club will have to break the old rule, or at least bend it, in this case."
JT explained that the whole club would have to vote unanimously to make this happen, but he did not think anyone would be opposed. Jim would not vote, since it might appear that he would be the main beneficiary of this action. I was confident that Matt would be the main beneficiary, and Mark would be the second beneficiary. They were the two most in need of a change.
But I could see that Jim and Matt would do great together. As JT was explaining things, he used the word "hardcore" a couple of times to describe our relationship. The domination was "hardcore" and my service as a cadet was "hardcore." Matt's relationship with Jim would be different. I was relieved to learn that Jim understood this, and I was flattered that JT considered our relationship "hardcore."
Jim spoke up. "I'm going to make Matt available to the whole club, some of the time, just like JT does with you. JT says that sometimes we'll want to utilize the two of you as a team. Kind of like we were doing just now. A three-way, where you and Matt are providing the service to one of the upperclassmen."
That sounded exciting to me. Having Matt as a second cadet could make for some creative configurations!
Jim would do great with Matt. Jim was sweet, gentle, always horny, and completely uninhibited. I had spent a couple of nights in bed with Jim; you could not escape his arms, his mouth, or the way he gently pushed your head downward toward his cock. Matt would be thrilled to be connected to the band's number one superstar.
We finished the can of beer, and JT announced that it was nearly midnight, and we needed to go to sleep. He pointed out that I had to cook breakfast again in the morning, and that my initiation ceremony would take place later in the morning. I needed some rest. I was beyond excited about the big day. I was intrigued about the extra hours I was going to have alone with JT after the others left. Even with all the excitement and anticipation, I fell asleep quickly. Our three bodies were a happy jumble on one half of the big bed. No one wanted or needed personal space. It was bliss for me.
Saturday was a sexual marathon for our hero Sam. It seems that at long last, Matt and Mark might be freed from their mis-matched relationship. Big changes, and Sam's initiation ritual, are in store for the very next morning!
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