Previously: It's Sunday afternoon. The other Hot Shots have left, and JT and Sam are alone in the house until Monday morning. They have just finished having some anal hot sex in which Sam penetrated JT.
JT smiled and said, "Good work, boy. Let's go eat the sandwiches you made."
We got off the bed and after a brief pit stop in the bathroom, we were at the table uncovering the lunch plates I had prepared an hour or two earlier. For a while we just chewed our food without speaking. We had the after-sex munchies, and I could see JT was thinking.
Eventually, my Sir swallowed what he was chewing and broke the silence. "What did you think about our time with Mark?"
The session with Mark had involved a very hard spanking, and had ended with him coming in my mouth while JT was giving him a lighter spanking.
"I thought it was amazing," I said. "It was great that he finally shot his load into me. Mark has such a superfine body. But he doesn't seem very sexual. That was part of Matt's frustration."
JT interrupted me. "It was part of your frustration, too, wasn't it? You want to serve and satisfy all of the upperclassmen. And you've been able to do so with everyone except Mark, until now."
I blushed and nodded. I had indeed been keeping score. I wanted to be the best cadet. I wanted the upperclassmen to be talking about me with appreciation and admiration. Mark had not availed himself of my willingness to serve, although he had opened up to me about his desire to be spanked.
"Here's something for you to think about, boy." My taint tingled and my ass cheeks flexed when JT addressed me as "boy."
"Being submissive is one thing. Being a masochist is another thing. More often than not, they overlap. But they can be two separate things. I think you are a submissive who also has a fair streak of masochism. But I think Mark is a masochist without having a submissive nature at all."
I had vaguely heard of masochism before, but this was the first time that JT had ever spoken of it. I must have looked puzzled. JT asked, "When I was whipping Mark hard, with the belt, were you envious? Of Mark?"
Be honest, I reminded myself, before I answered. "I was sort of envious. I wanted you to do that to me, but I don't think I could stand that much pain. I wanted my ass to have those big red marks. But actually getting smacked that hard would be a pretty miserable experience. As far as I can guess."
JT said, "I know you think I can read your mind. But I really cannot." He smiled and went on. "So tell me if this makes sense or not. You want to give yourself to me. You want me to take you. You would like those big red stripes on your ass as a kind of proof that your submission is real, and that my domination of you is absolute."
That was exactly it. JT really could read my mind. He knew what I was thinking and feeling better than I did!
"You like spanking and other things that are difficult or painful because it helps you to reach a state of submission. For you, spanking is the means to reach the destination. For someone like Mark, spanking IS the destination.
"Remember," JT went on, "I am a man of discipline. That's very important. Spanking is discipline because it brings me and you together as a Dominant male and a submissive male. You give yourself over to me and allow me to take possession of you. That is tremendously good and sexy for both of us. We are a good match.
"I am a man of discipline," he repeated, "and I am not a good match for Mark, who is a pure masochist. At least that's how he seems to me so far. He can't really satisfy me the way a good submissive like you can. I want to help him, and I will, and I want you to help me help him. Like the way you did today. That was some good work."
"Thank you, Sir." I blushed again.
"Mark has a peculiar craving, and I want to help him get to the bottom of it. I know other guys like him. I can help him, and you can learn a lot and have a lot of fun with me as I do so."
JT paused, and then gazed at me again. "What did you think about the armpit assignment?"
"I loved it. As a test, it was easy. I was not afraid of failing it this morning."
"Good. But apart from the exam itself, did you actually enjoy smelling and licking all those armpits?"
"Yes."
"And whose armpits did you like the most?"
I knew that the only right answer would be the honest answer. "I liked Jeff's. They were the stinkiest. I could not get enough of them." There was no easy way to explain this. I myself had only begun using deodorant when I became a teenager. Body odor and the need for deodorant come along when a boy reaches puberty. Ripe armpits were an attribute of men, not boys. Jeff had the strongest armpit odor, and that made him seem very manly. I loved all the armpits, but his were the best.
"That's a bit of masochism coming out in you, I think," JT said. "A masochist is sexually aroused by things that most people find painful, unpleasant, or humiliating. Jeff's armpit odor was so strong that Dewey couldn't stand it. But you liked it."
"I liked it a lot. But it was even better when you made me lick his pits in front of you and Dewey."
"That reminds me of another thing. Exhibitionism. You like being naked. You like being seen. It excites you."
I blushed yet again, and nodded.
"Remember when you came to the Hot Shots for the first time? You took off your clothes without being told. Without being asked. You took off your clothes and announced you wanted to stay. You had a boner, too. And you weren't really embarrassed by it."
I nodded. "I like being naked for a lot of reasons. It's just more comfortable and natural. But you're right, I especially like being naked with you and the Hot Shots. It's like I'm offering myself."
"Yes, that's part of your submissive nature, wanting to be vulnerable and available to serve and to be used. That makes you a good cadet, too. You want to serve and to be used. I'd say you even crave it."
More blushing.
"But you just now said that when I had you lick Jim's armpits, part of what you liked was that Dewey and I were standing there, watching."
"Yes," I said.
"And you liked it the first day we met, when I spanked you in front of the whole group."
"Yes. Basically anything that you do to me—spanking me, fucking me, milking me, having me suck dicks and lick armpits – anything that you do to me is twice the pleasure when others are watching."
"That's the true nature of an exhibitionist. Jeff is a show-off. He likes to take off some or all of his clothes and show off his body. As you get to know him, you'll see that he uses any excuse to take off his shirt. Especially if girls are around." JT kind of chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"And he wasn't shy about having the three-way with you and me at my house, and the little gang bang we all had with Dewey. But I don't think he really gets off on it. You really do."
It was embarrassing that JT was kind of cataloguing my kinks for me. It was embarrassing, but he was also trying to help me understand myself and accept myself.
"So," I said, "I am a major exhibitionist, and a minor masochist, but primarily and mostly, I am a submissive."
"In my opinion, yes, that is a good description. Let me add that you also can function as a bottom and as a top. You are able to be an anal top when you want or when the situation requires. We learned that today. That, Sam, is a bigger deal than you realize. Most submissives are exclusive bottoms. The fact that you can fuck and enjoy it is a major benefit."
I had very much enjoyed fucking JT, and I loved men's asses. I probably admired asses more than I admired cocks. I could imagine how that fascination with asses could lead to more and more fucking.
"A major benefit," JT repeated. "But now it's my turn to fuck you some more."
Our lunch plates were empty, so we headed down the hall back to the bedroom. I walked in front of JT, wagging my ass a little bit to entice him.
"Like I said," JT observed from behind me, "an exhibitionist!"
JT obviously knows a great deal about males and kink, and his interactions with Mark have revealed just how much he knows. He has slowly been laying a foundation with Sam before introducing Sam to his other friends and BDSM associates beyond the Hot Shots. There is much more to come as Sam's epic journey continues.
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