Previously: Sam has given oral sex to three guys in rapid succession. He has gone to the kitchen needing a break and a drink of water.
I left the veritable orgy in the living room and I went off in search of the kitchen.
The kitchen was actually adjacent to the living room. There was some cold pizza laying on the table along with some empty beer cans. On the counter I found some saltine crackers and a jar of peanut butter. I got a glass and filled it with water from the tap and then began to make a few peanut butter crackers.
JT came into the kitchen. JT was the only rising senior in the house. And at the moment he was the only one wearing any clothes. He was barefoot and wearing only a pair of cutoffs. JT was lean and lanky. He had a very pronounced Adam's apple, like other slim guys. He came over to me and shook hands, and introduced himself. Very formal, given that I was nude, and he was nearly nude, and we were both effectively attending an orgy! I had seen him before at band events. He seemed like a very straight arrow, like a Mormon missionary or something. Of all the guys in the Hot Shots, he was the most unexpected.
"You're in the trumpet section?" I asked.
"Actually I am the first chair of the trumpet-2 line. Jim is the first chair of the trumpet-1 line." I understood. I didn't know a lot about music, but I understood the concept of two trumpet sections playing different music. The first line of trumpets had the flashy, sexy song lines and melodies. Jim was that leader, which made him a superstar. JT was the leader of the more humble but important second section.
JT seemed like he didn't belong. Everyone else in the house had been having sex, but JT had hung back. I watched as he opened the fridge and popped open a can of beer. So much for the Mormon missionary!
"How long have you been in the Hot Shots?" I asked. "You're a senior, right?"
"I'm finishing my third year right now," JT answered. "In the fall, I'll be a senior and it will be my fourth year in the Hot Shots. I started at your age. I was a cadet." He watched me as these words sunk in.
"Wow. I didn't know... wow. Did any of the other Hot Shots start out as cadets?" I wondered.
"No," JT replied. "None of the current Hot Shots ever served as a cadet. Except me. It really wasn't that uncommon a few years ago. The club has sort of declined," he said matter-of-factly.
I thought about the very hot and capable guys in the living room, three of whom had just come in my mouth. I didn't see any sign of a decline. "Declined? What do you mean?"
"It's a long story. But there have not been any cadets lately. A few have tried, but they weren't cut out for it. The club needs fresh cadets in order to function well. You and Matt are the first potential candidates we've hosted in more than a year."
"How can you function without cadets?" I asked.
"Well, first and foremost, this is a club for support and relaxation. We get together, drink beer, tell stories, and talk about our lives. We don't have to get our dicks sucked. But that is a very nice perk, and it's been absent for a while."
JT and I were interrupted when the sexy demigod Mark suddenly walked into the kitchen. He was buck naked, and it was glorious. He winked at me as he walked past me to the fridge. "Your friend Matt is a real trooper. That was wild in there. I think we're all taking a break. Matt and Dewey headed off to take a shower. I don't need a shower, but I could use a beer."
Mark popped open a can and leaned back against the counter. He winked at me again. "So, Sam. You're in the mood for a spanking?"
"A spanking?" I reacted.
"Sure. Our man JT gives spankings. Isn't that right, JT?" Mark's eyes twinkled and his smile made his dimples pop.
"Only if you ask nicely," JT said. This was some kind of joke that I was apparently not it in on.
"Well, I'll let you guys sort it out," Mark said, taking his beer and leaving. Not for the first time I admired his ass. I had never seen anything like it. His butt cheeks were like perfectly round globes. Keep in mind that we had no internet, nor video cassettes or DVDs. I had never seen so much as a magazine of gay porn. So Mark was the most spectacular sex object I had ever seen with my own eyes. And he just put it all out there cheerfully. Those two perfect butt globes vanished around the corner as Mark strode away to the living room.
JT noticed how I couldn't take my eyes off of Mark. "Yeah," he said, sort of shrugging indifferently at Mark's perfection.
"So you spank guys?" I asked, now that we were alone again.
"Another long story," he said. He looked me in the eyes for a long moment. And then he spoke.
"I am a man of discipline."
I felt something inside of me crumble. It was what he said and how he said it. I did not even understand him. He referred to himself as a man, not as a boy or as a guy. And he used the word "discipline." Something about that word captivated me and aroused me. But I did not know what he meant.
"So... you are a disciplinarian? You spank people when they are bad?"
"No," JT chuckled. He laughed and shook his head. "No. I'm sorry. It's just the look on your face. It's priceless."
He took a sip of his beer and continued. "I'm sorry. I am speaking Greek. It's not easy to understand, and not everyone is cut out for it. But `discipline' is not the same thing as punishment. Discipline is how we establish and maintain the roles of dominance and submission."
I was still confused. "I don't think I understand. Is spanking part of discipline?"
"It can be," JT continued. "And these guys tease me a lot about spanking. Like Mark was just doing. They don't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Do you remember when you and Matt were standing while Jim read the rules? The rest of us were sitting comfortably. But you were standing in the middle of the room. Did you notice that?"
"Yes," I said slowly. "But I don't see the connection."
"That was discipline," JT said. "It was very discrete, and it was not actually planned. But we were treating you as subs. Cadets do not have the same privileges as Hot Shots. You sucked Wayne's dick. But he is never going to suck yours. You are a subordinate, a submissive. Or you will be if you sign on as a cadet."
"While we were sitting, you two were standing," he continued. "That's discipline. Very light. But it helped us to feel our roles. Spanking is another way to make us feel our roles. When I am spanking you, you know that you are submitting to me, and I know that I am dominating you."
JT's words were making my head whirl. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but it was fascinating and tantalizing. He was using the word "discipline" in a way that I had never heard it before.
JT stood right in front of me, looking directly into my eyes. He was close enough to kiss, and I thought for a second that he was going to kiss me. Instead, he reached around and placed a hand on my hip. "This is a nice ass," he said, without breaking his gaze. "If I reddened it up, this ass would be absolutely irresistible."
Then he slapped my hip. Not too hard, but hard enough to know it wasn't an accident. "How about it?" he said.
"Yes," I said.
JT stepped back, and pulled off his cutoffs, so that he was as naked as me and the others. "Good. I've been waiting for a reason to take these off. Let's go." And he took me by the hand and led me back toward the living room.
JT's description of "discipline" and "domination" have had an intoxicating effect on Sam. And now he has agreed to be spanked by JT. What is Sam getting himself into? Keep reading and find out.