Previously: Sam and JT have just finished an elaborate group sex event centered upon Master Dave's slave boy Chris. It is getting late in the afternoon, and it is time for their visit to the ranch to wrap up.
Chris was still dazed from all that happened to him.
"You did a great job as our scene master, young Sam," Master Dave said. "Why don't you take Chris out to the pool and help him cool off. JT and I will put things away and come out to join you in a little while."
We made our way out back to the pool and stepped in. I pressed my self against Chris, and he yielded so that I pressed him against the wall of the pool.
"You told me I could do anything I want with you, last time, when we were out here a few hours ago," I said. "Squat so I can kiss you on the mouth."
My mouth was at about the level of his Adam's apple, so he slid down lower in the pool. I immediately went to town on his mouth. I was aggressive, using my tongue to probe and explore his satiny mouth and lips. I bit and tugged gently on his lips. He sighed with pleasure.
I reached to fondle his cock, and was surprised that he was hard. He had just come through a marathon of sex and had blasted a huge load. Minutes later, he was hard again.
"Do you like me, Chris?"
He nodded. "Our Masters are great. But there is something exotic about a submissive taking me. It's wild and it makes me so horny. And you are so young and nubile. It's so unexpected."
Nubile was a fancy word. But he was a high school teacher, twice my age.
He paused and continued. "I guess my Master knew this when he pitted us against each other in that contest. It was kind of twisted. In order to win the boy's choice, we had to dominate. I hate dominating; I am a total submissive. It's a kind of reverse torment for me. My Master was being sadistic."
He smiled at the thought of it. It was perverted. And that's how he liked it. Maybe that's how I liked it, too.
"So," he continued, "are you going to come back? I hope you will."
"I'd like to come back, if I'm invited."
"You are definitely invited," he said. "My Master and I both want to have a lot more of you. And maybe share you with a couple of his friends. They're nice. But none of us has ever played with someone as young as you."
I smiled at the word "play." It sounded innocent, like playing tag. But the game would be sex, and I would be the toy that was being played with. My pulse quickened at the thought of it.
Our conversation was interrupted when the door opened, and JT and Master Dave came out. JT nodded at me to signal that I should leave the pool and go inside with Master Dave. So I climbed out of the pool while he dove in.
Master Dave threw a towel over my shoulder and took me dripping to the kitchen table.
"I'd like you to come back before the summer is over," he said with a smile. "You could come back with JT another time. But if you're comfortable, I could come get you and bring you out here without JT to stay a few days. JT gave me the okay."
That was good to hear. The two men and their ranch were beyond my wildest fantasies. I would feel guilty coming to the ranch for limitless sex if JT was left out.
"You don't have to decide right now. But I want you to take these peaches to your parents."
On the table was a large cardboard tray of appetizing peaches. Master Dave explained that they grew them on the farm, in a small orchard. If I gave them to my parents, then they might be more likely to let me come back. He would have to come and introduce himself to them before taking me away in his car. The peaches would make a good first impression.
"I'm sure this is all overwhelming for you. But hopefully in a good way. JT asked for some time alone with you so that he can help you get centered before he takes you home."
I thought for a second. "It has been overwhelming in a good way, like you said. You and Chris are so attractive and so eager to do things with me. I can get lost in your sexual domination. I want to get lost in it. But I'm not sure if I'm betraying JT."
Master Dave shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he thought about it.
"I respect your individual conscience and your integrity. And I definitely think you should talk about this with your Sir. For what it's worth, most submissive males want to give themselves wholly to a dominant male. Body and soul. Even if it's just for an hour. Even if it's just for a five minute blowjob. Most Sirs—Dominant males and Masters—expect that to happen.
"Because of that kind of total surrender, a Dom is usually selective about the men that have access to his boy. It's a kind of protection. I wouldn't let anyone come in here and dominate Chris in the dungeon. But I know JT and he's trustworthy. Chris can completely relax and let himself go. He belongs to me, but he can completely surrender to JT for an hour and that works out great for everybody."
"Besides," he winked. "I had you all to myself while they were alone in the dungeon. So like I said, if good Sirs and Masters are doing their jobs, it works out great for everybody."
God, he was so studly and kind. I yearned for his touch and his control.
"Let me show you something," he said. And before I knew it, he was on his hands and knees in front of me. He kissed the tip of my cock, and asked me to spread my legs wide. I did so.
He slipped his head behind my balls, and then he rubbed the top of his head against my balls and my taint. His crew cut was both soft and bristly, and it tickled. It felt good, and it felt hot having this stud actually rubbing his head against my private parts.
He stood up and said, "That's what I call a `fuzzy wuzzy.' And when you get your buzz cut next month, you can give it to the Hot Shots. Something they won't forget."
It was really neat. I wasn't sure all the Hot Shots would want that, but Jeff and Dewey would love it. And maybe Jim.
"So think about what I've said," Master Dave concluded. "You are welcome back, with JT, or on your own. I would want to be your temporary Sir while you are here, but it wouldn't be as hardcore as the way I treat Chris. Unless, of course, you want it hardcore." He winked again.
My taint tingled. I thought Chris was pretty fortunate, actually.
Master Dave took me back to the pool and announced that it was time to say goodbye. He and Chris were going to go back to the bedroom suite for an hour to leave JT and me some privacy to get "centered." There were open mouthed kisses all around, and some ball squeezing and nipple pinching, as we made our goodbyes.
Then JT took me back inside in the direction of the dungeon. But we stopped in the room with the large fireplace. JT sat down in the middle of one of the two giant black leather couches. He gestured for me to come and lay across his lap. I realized he was going to give me a spanking. That was what getting "centered" meant. Discipline to re-establish his role as my Sir, and my role as his sub.
"I badly need your discipline, Sir," I acknowledged.
"I need it too," he said with a smile.
JT placed his right hand on my butt cheek, and began massaging it and the other one. He started gently, but steadily intensified his manipulation. As he tugged one cheek away from the other, he used his free hand to rub my hole. None of this was painful; it was aggressive, which I enjoyed. My penis quickly hardened to a full erection.
Next, JT began to spank me. He followed a pattern that I was coming to expect. He started slowly and gradually increased the intensity. Then he alternated intervals of hard spanking and soft spanking. The hard spanking was quite painful; the soft spanking was sensual. The contrasting sensations quickly overcame my self-control. I yearned for JT with a shameless and confused desire. When he was smacking me hard, I wanted him to ease up. When he was smacking me lightly, I wanted him to go harder. The one consistent thing was that all my attention and desire was focused upon him. And that was the purpose. That was true discipline.
When he was done, he rearranged us on the couch so that we were cuddling, spoon style. The huge leather couch was soft and cooling to our bare skin. We cooled down and caught our breath.
"As much as I would like to stay here," JT said, "we really need to get back home before supper time."
We slowly got up and made our way to the foyer. We went to the wicker baskets and began to get dressed without speaking. From somewhere else in the house, we could hear jazz music playing. We had already said goodbye to our hosts, so we let ourselves out.
It was late afternoon and toasty in the Texas hills. We got into JT's little car and started our journey home. The only bad part about the day was having to leave paradise.
Sam had a great time at the ranch, and got his first exposure to some mature, gay Leathermen. JT, who always thinks ahead, is wondering if Sam will be able to replace him after he graduates in less than a year. The Hot Shots get a lot of support from Master Dave, and it will take a special guy to be the connection between the club and Master Dave. Keep reading as Sam's adventures and learning continue!
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