Previously: Sam, JT, Master Dave, and slave Chris have been in the dungeon at Master Dave's ranch. Sam was fucked in a sling by Master Dave, and then he lost a competition by being the first one to shoot his load with slave boy Chris. Master Dave is setting up "suspension bondage" for Chris, which is his prize for winning the contest.
Master Dave said, "This might be a good time to take your boy out and show him the bunk house. If he were my boy," he continued, "I wouldn't miss the opportunity to dunk him in the tank."
JT and I made our way to the entry and found our clothes. We only put on our sneakers; otherwise we remained nude for our stroll to the bunk house. We were soon back in the bright afternoon sun, strolling along a gravel road. The road ran around the main house and down the slope toward the little lake and the bunkhouse. It was fun and sexy to be strolling casually along a country road, buck naked except for our shoes, in full daylight. Of course, we were entirely on private land and the nearest people were probably a few miles away. Still, it felt risqué and adventurous.
JT took the opportunity to ask how I was doing. I expressed my mixed feelings of excitement and pleasure on the one hand, but feeling somewhat overwhelmed and intimidated on the other hand. Master Dave and Chris were on a level of sex that I had never encountered, and their sheer handsomeness and masculinity was slightly unnerving.
JT said he understood, and that my feelings were natural. "But," he said, "you don't need to feel bad about being a newbie. Dave takes pride in his dungeon and in showing it off, especially to someone new to the scene. He likes you a lot. Mature gay men like young guys. It's actually an advantage that you have. And me, too. But especially you."
"Look," JT said as we ambled down the road, "Master Dave likes you. My advice is that you play into it. Compliment him. Ask him if you can touch him, kiss him, suck him, whatever. Make it clear that you like him and that you are eager to service him. If that's how you really feel. If you'd like to come back for a longer visit, let him know that, too."
The heat was oppressive, but we were getting closer to the windmill and the bunk house. The windmill pumped water into a large, round reservoir. That was the "tank" that Master Dave said JT ought to "dunk" me in. It would be very cold, but it might feel very good.
JT had more to say. He explained that Master Dave was not only a former Hot Shot, but that he was our main sponsor. There were some other alumni who helped to fund and support our secret society, but Master Dave was the most important one. The house where we had gathered the previous weekend was a rental property that Master Dave managed. Sometimes Master Dave had set up places that were more fancy, some that were less fancy. JT had been to the bunk house before, but he wanted to look it over as a possible place for the Hot Shots to spend a weekend if nothing else was available.
The other Hot Shots only knew that a former Hot Shot was providing the support. They didn't know that he was gay and that he had a slave named Chris who was also a high school teacher. JT was the only connection between the high school guys and Master Dave. It would be a good thing, JT suggested, if I developed a relationship with Master Dave over the next year and took over JT's liaison role after JT graduated.
That was JT. He was always thinking several moves ahead. He was a natural leader, and God, was it sexy. I reached around and squeezed his tight, trim ass. I couldn't resist.
JT jumped with surprise, and he chuckled. "What was that about?"
"You are just so authoritative," I said. "You are a natural leader. Like you should be an army general or something. I like strong, dominant males. They make my butt twitch. You make my butt twitch."
JT laughed again. "Well, I think you've got me in the wrong branch of the armed services. I shouldn't be in the army. A raving homosexual like me belongs in the navy."
"Well, then," I said, "you wouldn't be a general. You'd be an admiral."
After a pause, I slyly added, "or maybe a REAR admiral!"
That got me a hard swat on my own butt. We both laughed.
We reached the tank, and JT said we should both get it. The tank was made of concrete and stones, and it was about four feet high. We took off our shoes, scrambled up the edge, and jumped in. Wow! It was freezing cold. It was full to the rim, too, so the water sloshed over the edges. There were some leaves and other debris in the tank, but otherwise it was crystal clear water.
JT said we should try to stay in for a couple of minutes to lower our body temperature so we wouldn't be so hot when we got out. I agreed, but I pressed my body against him and felt his warmth. We had both gone completely under the water for a second, and his hair was sopping wet and water was dripping down his face. I attacked his mouth with hungry kisses.
He seemed kind of surprised, but he kissed back. The fact that he was unaware of how sexy he was made him even more sexy.
"Somebody is still horny. Even after all that action in the dungeon!" He pushed me off of him and pressed down on the top of my head as if to dunk me. He didn't force me under, but I allowed his hand to guide me under the super cold water. I stayed under and counted to ten. By then, he had removed his hand.
After I surfaced, we decided to get out of the tank and check out the bunkhouse. We slowly hoisted our bodies out and down the side. The area was coarsely paved. JT pointed out a small shed with toilets, another shed that had the kitchen facilities, and an outdoor shower. Originally, these things were built close to the water supply that we had just been swimming in. The bunk house still had no plumbing of its own, although it now had electricity.
The bunk house, like the main house, had a front porch that extended along the entire length of the small building. It was huge and provided plenty of shade and a number of wooden benches, and two wooden picnic tables. If the Hot Shots came out here for a weekend, JT said, the porch was the only place we'd have for practicing our music, holding meetings, and eating It was the living space.
We went inside. JT flicked on a couple of switches to activate the lighting. Basically it was six pairs of bunk beds with bare mattresses. There were a few wooden chairs. There was an old-timey pot-bellied wood stove, and two large wall air conditioners were embedded in the stone walls. It smelled dusty and slightly dank, and a little like soot. It was fine as a place to sleep, but it did not offer much otherwise.
JT showed me that a couple of the bunk beds were new, but some were in use by the ranch hands back when it was a working ranch. Just the mattresses were new.
He pulled me down with him onto one of the old beds, and said we had about five minutes to make out. In less than two seconds, our mouths were locked, sucking and slurping and tonguing. Our limbs were entangled and our bodies were writhing with each other.
"Please, Sir," I said, "get on top of me." JT granted my request. Chris had pinned me down with his body weight and sucked my cock dry. I wanted to be pinned under my Sir. My time in the dungeon with the other men had been great. And precisely because it had been so great, I needed to get re-centered on my Sir. To feel his control.
His body pressed me down into the cheap mattress, and his mouth opened wide to completely enfold my own mouth. I was vaguely aware that we were in a bunk house where cowboys lived together and slept together, always in the nude, as in the photo Master Dave had shown me. Perhaps they had a kind of "cadet" of their own who serviced them. Perhaps some of their spirit still nested in this place, raw and lusty.
Too soon, JT broke it off. We had to get back to the dungeon, he said. Master Dave would have Chris trussed up with rope and hanging from the ceiling, awaiting some heavy action from the three of us.
Master Dave has an amazing ranch, and JT and Sam have been exploring some of its rugged charm. Now they are headed back for more dungeon action with Master Dave and his slave boy Chris. Discover it when you read the next chapter!
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