Previously: Once again, Sam has gone to bed with Jim and with his Master, JT. The final day of the weekend retreat is approaching, and with it, Sam's initiation ritual.
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.
I woke up shortly before seven a.m. Matt and I had breakfast responsibilities again, the traditional duty for cadets. I was on the bottom of the little pile, so I did my best to wriggle out from under the limbs and flesh without waking JT or Jim.
The kitchen was empty, but as soon as I began to gather the pancake ingredients I was joined by Matt. I told him that I knew something was going to happen, and I was happy for him. Matt was excited, but nervous. He was worried about the unanimous vote.
But I told him I was not worried at all. Jim would not be voting. JT, Mark, Matt, and myself were going to vote yes. Only three guys did not yet know about the pending deal: Wayne, Dewey, and Jeff. All three admired JT, and would follow his lead.
I thought to myself that they could see a clear difference between me and Matt. I was hot, horny, and happy, while Matt had been left sitting on the bench, away from the fun. It was plain to everyone that the Mark & Matt thing was a mistake, and could not last a whole year. I kept these thoughts to myself, though, and did not say them out loud to Matt.
Matt and I exchanged a slow, gentle kiss. I told him that once he was bound to Jim, he was going to spend hours making out. Matt's face lit up. He knew I was right.
Breakfast preparation went quickly and smoothly, since we'd learned from our Saturday morning work. The Hot Shots began drifting in. I took a mug of coffee to Dewey in bed, and got my nipples pinched. Breakfast was on time at eight a.m. sharp. I slipped a fried egg onto JT's stack of pancakes. Business as usual.
After breakfast was over, the dishes washed, and everything was put away, it was time for my ritual. Everyone gathered in the living room again. A simple kitchen chair was placed in the middle of the room, and JT told me to sit in it. A dish towel from the kitchen was rolled into a flat strip, and JT used it to blindfold me. I was told to grip the sides of the chair with my hands, so that I could not use them to touch the bodies that were going to come near. I had to rely solely on scent and taste.
I was extremely aroused. I was blindfolded, exposed, and literally the center of attention. I don't know how they organized the test, but I suddenly realized a ripe, warm armpit was in front of me. I knew it was Dewey from the scent, and I leaned forward to taste him. It was definitely Dewey. And knowing him, he would have been the first to leap into the game. "Sir Dewey," I said.
The game went easily, and it went fast. Too fast for me. My sexual arousal seemed to heighten my sense of smell. I loved being subjected to them, collectively. I loved that my deviance impressed them. Precum oozed from my cock, which was rock hard.
They threw Matt into the game to see if they could trick me. But because Matt was not supposed to be part of it, he had put on deodorant after his last shower. He smelled clean like a drugstore, and the taste of the deodorant chemicals was harsh. "Matt," I said with a frown, causing some laughs.
The last armpit belonged to Mark. I knew it had to be him by the process of elimination. And I recognized his scent: light, sour but also sweet, like fruit that was ready to be tossed out. "Sir Mark," I announced. There was some applause and whooping. I had passed the test with flying colors.
"Good work, boy." JT's voice came from next to me. "There are a couple of more parts to your initiation. As you know, when we all get together next month, we will be giving your head a buzz cut, a crew cut. We'll keep your head buzzed and fuzzy all year. I want you to be publicly displayed as our cadet. Even though only the Hot Shots will know it."
JT let that sink into the room. It was 1978, and guys wore their hair long (and their shorts short!) All the Hot Shots had full heads of hair. I would be noticeably different, with a very retro look. I knew this was coming. I was excited about it.
"We also think that you've earned a nickname," JT continued. "From now on, you will also be known as `Trooper.' That's because you do whatever it takes, you do it promptly, and you do it cheerfully. We'll still keep all other names for you—Sam, boy, cadet, Peaches, whatever we want. But `Trooper' is a sign of our respect."
"And now," JT finished, "you are going to cum for us. You will cum big, loud, and hard. Like a Trooper. Show us what you've got."
JT had me stand up, and the chair was moved away. I was gripped on either side, and led away from the middle of the room to one side. JT told me that Wayne was gripping my left bicep and Jeff was gripping my right bicep so that I wouldn't be able to wriggle away or use my hands.
I was definitely ready to pop. Just knowing that I was being held in position by Wayne and Jeff was an additional and powerful turn on. Jeff's thick body odor seeped into my nostrils, and his erect cock brushed against my hip. The fact that he was turned boosted my own arousal even higher.
JT immediately got started with a feathering touch that stroked and teased my cock without actually gripping it. I was impossibly horny, and the blindfold made me extra responsive to touch. I began to make involuntary pelvic thrusts, like a mad animal, trying to fuck JT's hand. Wayne and Jeff held me firmly. The mere fact that they had me pinned added more fuel.
It took less than a minute. JT would later estimate that it was about thirty seconds. I felt three pulses surge through my shaft. It must have shot far, because I heard Jim say, "Whoa!" I heard some laughs, because it took so little time. Jeff chuckled from my side, "I guess you really needed that."
"I don't think he's done," JT announced. "Keep a firm hold on him. He may really start thrashing."
JT gripped my cock more firmly. His hand was slippery. I think it was a combination of his spit and my cum. He began to pump. My dick was less sensitive now, but it was not getting soft and it was not chafing. There was no pain, but there was an ache in the back of my ball sack. There really was more! How did JT know?
JT had been jerking me from one side with one hand. Now he got in front of me, and with his free hand he tweaked my nipples and fondled my balls. I was no longer on the trigger, so he was applying extra stimulation. He closed in and kissed my mouth with aggression and slobber. He did these things while continuously pumping me.
The second orgasm began slowly, and it began in my anus. My hole began to rapidly clench. It was hungry for JT's cock. The ache in the back of my ball sack expanded, and my cock became sensitized. I could feel each of JT's fingers as he pumped me. There must have been a lot of precum because there was almost no friction.
It started slow but it finished big. It was so intense that I was hollering. Not moaning. I was yelling. It was so good. I was afraid that JT was going to quit stroking me too soon. But he kept pumping until I winced. My balls felt completely drained. The guys cheered only when they were confident that I was really done. I was!
My legs were wobbly. JT told Wayne and Jeff to slowly lower me to the floor. He removed the blindfold, and warned me that it would be really bright. I opened my eyes slowly, and saw the beautiful feet and calves of my Master. I looked up at him. "Good job, boy," JT said. "You performed like a Trooper!"
Sam has passed his initiation test with flying colors, and he has been given a new nickname: "Trooper," because he serves with gusto. Whether he is sucking cocks, getting fucked, cumming hard, sniffing armpits, or serving breakfast, he performs like a Trooper. The weekend retreat is winding down, but there is still unfinished business that the club must address.
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