Previously: Sam has successfully completed his initiation ritual. As a reward, he was allowed to cum, and his Master, JT, drew a huge double orgasm out of Sam's eager body.
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!"
A large bed sheet had been placed on the floor while I was blindfolded. Drops of my jism were splattered in front of me on the sheet. Jeff paced off the most distant blob of my cum, one bare foot at a time, and announced that it had flown at least six feet before landing.
JT helped me up off the floor, then told me to go and get myself a glass of water and catch my breath. Meanwhile, the sheet was taken away and the guys got ready for another business meeting.
When I was back, JT told me to sit in one of the chairs instead of at his feet. He would later tell me that he wanted us to see each other's faces in case the meeting got complicated or heated. But he didn't need to worry.
The meeting was called to order by Jim, who immediately turned it over to JT. JT began by praising my performance over the weekend. He thanked me for helping the Hot Shots to have plenty of fun. That was the main reason for having cadets, he said. But, he continued, there had not been any cadets for a couple of years, and the club had forgotten some things. As the oldest member, and the most senior, JT remembered how things had been in the past.
Everyone seemed to follow along, and to accept JT's seniority and authority on the Hot Shots' traditions.
JT said that Matt was a fine cadet and made a great addition to the Hot Shots. He said that Mark was absolutely essential to the club, as well as to the band itself. JT took a deep breath. "Unfortunately, no one explained to Mark what the cadet program was about, or what it means to have a cadet bound to you."
JT looked directly at Mark, and said, "Since I am the only senior, and the only person who knows how things used to me, I should have given you some guidance. I let you down, and I owe you an apology. I let the club down, and I owe everyone an apology."
JT was being a big man and taking the blame for something that was not his fault. Matt had thrown himself as the sexiest man in the group (if not the entire high school), and Mark was flattered by the attention. They had rushed into it. They had done no real harm, and it was no big deal as far as I was concerned. But it certainly wasn't my Master's fault.
"I want to make things right," JT said, "so I am proposing that we release Matt from his commitment to Mark and assign Matt to Jim as Jim's bound cadet. And if you all agree to that change, this time I will make sure that I give Jim and Matt my advice."
He let that sink in. This was not supposed to happen. In principle, a sub and his Sir were "bound" for an entire year, and there was no way out.
"But can we do that?" Jeff asked. He was lying back on the couch, legs sprawled, lanky, and looking like a stud. My anus twitched as I recalled how many loads he had emptied into me. I wanted many, many more.
JT had prepared an answer, but he spoke slowly, as though he was thinking about it for the first time. Basically, JT said the rules were part of our traditions, and in this case we should bend them a little. The real problem was that part of our traditions were not written, and had fallen by the wayside. "The last couple of years have been kind of lean," he said. In the future, before inviting any cadets in, we needed to review the basics.
There was silence while JT waited for more questions. There were none.
JT said that if the vote were unanimous, it would be okay to bend the rules for this exceptional case. He said that Jim would not be voting, because Jim stand to gain from the change.
"All in favor raise your right hand." Every hand went up, except for Jim.
"That's it, then," JT said with relief. "Congratulations, Jim, on having a bound cadet. I hope you enjoy him as much as I enjoy mine." The whole room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"After the meeting breaks up," JT went on, "I suggest that you two go back to the master bedroom and Jim can lay out his expectations for Matt's service. We'll leave you guys alone for thirty minutes."
Jim took control of the meeting again. He made a few announcements about leaving the house in the same shape that it was in when we'd all arrived on Friday. Jim reminded us of the date of our next monthly gathering. And then we adjourned.
The guys all went off to clean up, pack up, and put on clothes. JT and I were temporarily locked out of the master bedroom while Jim and Matt conferred alone. So we straightened up the living room and the dining area. Jeff appeared, getting ready to leave, and now wearing cutoffs and sneakers. JT got Jeff's attention and had him cover to where we stood.
JT asked Jeff to drive Matt and Jim home in his truck. When the weekend began, Matt and Mark were supposed to do the clean up and the closing up of the house. Now, JT and I would be doing those duties, and Mark was going to hang around to help. Dewey would give Wayne a ride. But since Jim did not have his driver's license yet, JT was asking Jeff to drive them home.
Jeff said he was glad to help. And he complimented JT on how JT had dealt with the problem. He said that with the issue resolved, next month's get-together would be even more fun, if that were possible. Jeff was observant, and he was a good man. I liked him for so many reasons.
JT went off to check on Matt and Jim. I suspect he wanted to make sure that Jim was establishing some expectations for Matt.
Jeff and I were left alone. He smiled. "Would you like to come over to my house sometime? My mother goes to work all day." Jeff's parents were divorced or something. His Dad was not in the picture, and Jeff had no siblings. His Mom worked in an office somewhere to support the two of them.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "That would be great. Especially if we can get it on for as much as we want." I think Jeff and I both wanted some time together without the limits that had been imposed over the weekend. I had not been allowed to cum, until the end. Jeff and I had been given some time alone—but only thirty minutes. The rest of the time, he had to share me with Dewey and others. We could have more fun without the limits. I wanted to make Jeff completely satisfied.
Jeff said he would call me and maybe I could come over later in the week. He would pick me up. The thought of having a few hours with him, alone, in complete privacy, with no inhibitions, was electrifying.
The party slowly broke up. Jim, Mark, and JT came out of the bedroom. They appeared to have had a good conversation. As gear was taken out to the vehicles, the guys put on some clothes. Dewey and Wayne were the first to leave. Then Jim and Matt left with Jeff in his truck. That left Mark, JT, and me alone in the house.
Although I was still naked, JT and Mark had put on some shorts along with the others. Once the others were gone, JT stripped off again, and when Mark saw it, he shucked his shorts as well. I began to realize that something was going on. JT and Mark had sort of pretended to be getting dressed and ready to go. I knew that JT and I were going to stay another evening. Mark was supposed to help us with the cleanup and closing up. But why was Mark getting naked, too?
JT looked at me and said, "Mark has asked me to give him a solid spanking." Whoa! I thought to myself. That was exactly what I had suggested. I did not realize that he and JT had talked about it. "Let's all go back to the master bedroom," JT said in a firm but soft voice.
In the bedroom, JT placed Mark in the chair facing the two of us; JT and I were seated on the bed. JT said we should all relax and that he was going to go over some things. I knew he said this mainly for Mark's benefit. Mark looked pretty nervous.
JT said that Mark could trust us. And then JT gave Mark the same instructions he had given me. JT expected obedience and honesty. He did not emphasize it as strongly as he had done with me. It was not foundational for Mark in the way that it was for JT and myself. JT and I were a Dominant and a submissive, and it was the D/s connection that was the electricity of our relationship. With Mark, JT would be more like a sports coach.
JT told Mark that we would probably be using three different positions. JT demonstrated how he would have Mark lie face down across the bed; and how Mark would lie across JT's lap; and how Mark would lean against the chair. He said that Mark could ask any questions at any time, and could take a break at any time.
"Let's get started," JT said calmly. "Lie down across the bed the way I showed you. Sam is going to massage your butt cheeks to get the blood circulating." So Mark lay down before me, his glorious ass round, firm, full, and dimpled. I crawled onto the bed between his legs as I had done once before, and knelt between his muscular thighs.
Mark, the most handsome and hunky of the Hot Shots, likes to be spanked. He had received a light spanking from Sam on Friday night. Now, with the others gone, and JT in charge, Mark is going to get the more "solid" spanking he's asked for. Will this go well? Keep reading!
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