Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 11 By Steam Train
Chapter 11: What is love.
That night after I had finished my inspection I felt I had to try and talk with Mr Norris. Whilst Ed was showering I dressed and then came and asked Mr Norris could I speak.
"Sure Thomas, what's up?"
Taking a liberty I usually wouldn't, I sat on the armrest of his chair and said "Sir I need to thank you"
With a slight smirk on his face he replied, "I don't know what you're talking about, remember!"
"I know sir" and seeing the funny side in the way he was playing this, I giggled slightly. Well once I started giggling that was it, Mr Norris began tickling my waist and being very ticklish I was soon collapsed over his lap begging for mercy. Finally my torture over Mr Norris said "Thomas you're a great kid, I don't know in my own mind if I have made the right choice in this, but I can see that for you right now it is certainly the right choice"
I was lying across his lap and it was sort of the natural thing to do even with all my modesty. I reached up and gave him a kiss on his cheek and said "Thank you". He blushed profusely but then slowly and with great hesitation as I suspect he was battling a terrible fight in his mind about what he felt at that moment, he took hold of me and cuddled me.
The warmth of that cuddle was so new to me. This was not the love that I felt for Raymond or for Marcus. For the first time in my life I was experiencing the love of a parent for a son. I couldn't help it, I broke down again, completely overwhelmed. The tears flowed and the emotions cascaded over me and I soaked them all up. I felt for the first time that true servant feeling for my master. I would do anything to please him. He was my duty, my total reason for existence.
Nearly all textbooks on training servants or slaves as they crudely call them in some parts of the world state that you have to be cruel to be kind. That a servant has to learn that there is no alternative to unquestioning obedience.
All thought of rebellion or thoughts of freedom have to be extracted from any new servant. Obedience and total loyalty to his Master has to be the servant's only mantra.
Well from my personal experience this is wrong. Mr Norris proved to me that love only tinged with the harshness of swift and painful punishment can achieve the same result. I had to have respect for him at all times but he always reciprocated that respect. As a servant I was not just an item, I was still a human being.
The look on Ed's face when he came out of the bathroom for his inspection to find me cuddled up contentedly on Mr Norris's lap was priceless. He stood there speechless not knowing what to say or do.
Mr Norris broke the spell, beckoning him over to us and saying "Now I can't have favourites can I, are you too big and mature to want a hug too?"
Obviously Ed was not because he didn't even pause to think about the question, a huge smile broke out across his face and sitting naked on the other arm of the chair he put his arms around both Mr Norris and me.
We stayed like that for a long time, saying almost nothing just soaking in the experience. I closed my eyes after a while and dosed nearly off to sleep and was carried to my bed by Mr Norris with the assistance of Ed. I heard Ed say to Mr Norris through my slumber "That was nice sir, thank you, and thank you for what you are doing for Tom and Marcus"
This time Mr Norris was the one who did the kissing, giving Ed a quick kiss and saying in a very loving tone of voice "Ed, off to bed now too, goodnight", then he bent over me and kissed me and said, "Sleep well Thomas".
From that night on Ed and my own relationship with Mr Norris was changed. Occasionally our punishment was swift and painful when we stuffed up, but we accepted this as showing how much he cared for us. I did extra things around the house, trying to find anything that would please my master. In fact I suspect I went a little overboard in those first few weeks and must have been a pain in the arse sometimes for Mr Norris with my over enthusiasm.
very night after our house work was finished and Ed and I had showered and been inspected we would now make Mr Norris sit on the three seater lounge, him in the middle and us to each side. We would talk about school, the news and read. I discovered with the help of Mr Norris the world of JRR Tolkien and found that with Tolkien like so many others, both Ed and Mr Norris were great fans.
Occasionally we persuaded Mr Norris to listen to music. It may not have been my choice of music, but any music in my life was better than the drought that had occurred since I was forced into servitude. I cuddled into Mr Norris as we listened and even Ed, though he was now nearly 17 did the same. It was at these times that I was almost glad my life had gone this way. The boredom and lack of freedom that the rest of the day brought to my life made my longing for this special time of the day so much more intense.
The wait till the first Sunday that Marcus was over after Mr Norris gave his secret permission for the hour alone in my room was agonising. I longed to be able to feel Marcus's bare skin against mine. I hoped for a passionate romantic relationship.
When the day finally arrived Marcus and I feverously did all my servants duties and waited with bated breath till Mr Norris inspected our work. He found fault with only a few items and we soon had those fixed and I asked rather nervously for permission to go to my room with Marcus to have an hour's recreation time.
Permission was granted and I saw the smile on Mr Norris's face and on Marcus's as they noticed the bulge in my pants tent out to embarrassing proportions. When I looked over at Marcus he, thank heavens, was suffering a similar fate so I didn't feel so bad.
Marcus walked into my room first and I quickly followed closing the door and deliberately not looking back at Mr Norris. I stood there in front of the closed door and looked at Marcus. He was wearing a black tee shirt, blue jeans and joggers. He looked so sexy I felt compared to me in school sports uniform.
" Well servant" Marcus said, "Don't just stand there boy, undress" he commanded but with a huge smile. I willingly obeyed, as I was so excited about what we were about to do with my Masters tacit approval. I sensed though that under the humour Marcus liked ordering me about and equally enjoyed the power over me that his position as a freeperson gave him in our relationship.
I quickly disrobed and stood there naked before him, I blushed slightly but I was so nervous with sexual anticipation I didn't care. I was rock hard and Marcus was staring at my genitals.
"Wow you have grown in the last month I reckon Tom. Your balls are beginning to hang and I'm sure your dick is longer too"
What does one say to such a personal intimate compliment?
Being a fifteen-year-old teenager who likes most guys that age was a master of the English language I replied with a very expressive grunt.
When Marcus came very close and began a thorough inspection of my pubic area I blushed some more, this is not how I had thought our first moments would go. Where were the passionate hugs and kisses?
Instead Marcus informed me "Yes for sure Tom, you're beginning to grow your first pubic hairs"
This made me look down and with my hand guided by Marcus he showed me the three small black hairs that had emerged from the soft peach fuzz that topped my penis.
"Kool" said Marcus, "I get to be the first to shave you, go get Ed's shaver, shaving cream and a towel from the bathroom quickly."
I baulked and pleaded "No please Marcus, leave them there please, I have waited so long for this to happen, please leave them until Mr Norris tells me to remove them"
His smile disappeared and he just looked straight into my eyes and said "I beg your pardon servant, what did I say for you to do, now do it"
I went to speak again but was cut off by Marcus saying in a very firm voice "Now!"
I went to put my shorts back on before going to the bathroom but even here Marcus tried to boss me. "No need to put those back on, servants have no need for modesty" he told me.
I said "It's not my modesty I am worried about it's Mr Norris's you know he said he didn't want to know what goes on in here, well don't you think if I emerge naked from this room that I will compromise that request?
I didn't give Marcus the chance to reply, I was pissed off at him, I grabbed my shorts slipped them on and went and got Ed's shaver from the bathroom.
When I came back in Marcus made me strip off again then informed me that after he had shaved me, he was going to punish me for my insolent unservant like attitude.
"What" I blurted out.
"You heard me now stop this back chatting and take your position ready for shaving"
I pleaded one last time, no I begged for my first pubic hairs to be spared but it took Marcus all of two seconds after he lathered me up to remove my first three pubic hairs and the surrounding peach fuzz with Ed's razor.
When he had finished towelling me down I asked him, "Marcus, this is so not like you, why are you going to punish me, we are friends, and I thought we were lovers, why? why? Marcus?"
Ignoring me Marcus said, "Take your position Tom" he just stood there looking at me. I didn't move there was no way he could treat me like this, in this room we were equals.
"Why are you doing this to me Marcus, I thought you and I were special, I thought you wanted to make love with me" I pleaded.
"You are special to me Tom, I want you so much, I want all of you Tom, your body and your mind, and I want you when we are alone in here each month as my servant, my unquestioning personal sex servant. I want to feel the power of a freeman over a servant Tom, it turns me on so much and now I can in this room have it. If you truly love me Tom you will do this for me. Love me as your one and only master, give yourself to me Tom."
"Shit" I thought. Now what do I say. I don't like being dominated like this, but Marcus wants me to act this out as his servant. What did I want?
I decided quickly that I wanted Marcus. He was my only close friend. I would do almost anything to keep his friendship, but I decided that first I would try to see if I couldn't change or modify his desires towards me.
"Marcus I don't like this master, servant thing with you and me, it scares me" I said.
He changed instantly from the dominating master character and became again the Marcus I knew. "I am sorry if I scared you Tom" Marcus replied. "All I am asking of you is that in our time together you let me be a master. We can't afford to have servants at home and as you know most of the kids here at school do have them. Please just for an hour a month, be my servant Tom, service me like you have been trained and allow me the honour of being your Master. Be a good servant Tom" He leaned over to me stroked my cheeks then kissed me on the lips.
I shouldn't have agreed, but that kiss, his plea, I felt sorry for him. I was a fool, he had his freedom I was a servant but at the time I overlooked the obvious and agreed, within the hour I had learnt a new lesson in life one I hadn't though about till this day. Who really was the master and who was the servant.
"Thank you Tom, you're the greatest" Marcus said again kissing me passionately. I melted into submission.
"Now, take your position Tom" Marcus said.
When I didn't move instantly, he slapped my face before I could protect myself, I was not expecting it. Tears welled in my eyes and I heard him order me again to take my position. When I again failed to move he slapped me again, this time harder, telling me that I had better learn quick who was master and who was the servant in our relationship, but he said it with a smile.
My mind was spinning. What was happening here I didn't understand. I was expecting tender loving sex, instead Marcus was acting more like I would have expected from Jack Strauchan, yet he was doing it with no malice, for him this was a form of enjoyment. I had felt the tensions about dominance building between Marcus and myself; I mistakenly thought that it was nothing that I couldn't handle. I now was seeing another side of Marcus that I never knew existed. He wanted to dominate me; I could see it, in his face in his body posture in his eyes and in his tone of voice, but he wanted to dominate me with love.
"Now take your position" Marcus again ordered "Please......".
This time I did as I was ordered instantly.
"Good servant" Marcus replied and rewarded my actions with another kiss.
Marcus then went over to the wall above our study desks took down the cane that was permanently displayed they're as a reminder to Ed and I as to the consequences of any poor service and ordered me to bend over.
I was shitting myself; I am not a very brave person.
He caned me with two not very hard strokes. However, the tears still began to flow, my penis erected fully again and I hated him momentarily. Then he played his psychological game with me again, he gently raised me up and wiping away the tears with his fingers, he began feeling my naked body.
Oh the sheer pleasure of his hands feeling my chest, my nipples my arse and my genitals. I cried out "Oh Marcus I'm cumming, oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I couldn't hold it in and before I knew what was happening I was shooting the biggest load of cum I had ever to that time ejaculated.
"Wow, shit man you've really got some juice in you now"he commented
Talk about mixed emotions, I hated him, I loved him, I was proud, and I was embarrassed, all at once.
Allowing me little time to recover he ordered me to service him and I did so immediately. I pulled his tee shirt over his head, undid his jeans and slipped them and his joggers off him. I grabbed the rim of his blue check boxers and exposed his manhood. He was totally erect and I placed my mouth over his engorged penis, feeling his pubic bush rubbing against my cheeks. It only took a minute or two of me sucking and massaging his penis head in my mouth before he shot a huge load of cum. Like I did in my initial training I gagged at first but I wanted Marcus inside me, I wanted to taste his manhood. I swallowed what I could.
He tasted so good.
I pushed him back onto my bed and taking a position between his legs I kept sucking him whilst fondling the soft skin behind his ball sack. His penis was obviously very tender after his ejaculation but I kept it in my mouth and I kept sucking. He frantically tried to remove it but I bit down with my teeth, not too hard but hard enough to force him to stop struggling. He was overcome with ecstasy. He moaned and groaned so loud there was no way Mr Norris could not have heard him, but now it didn't matter, we had permission.
As I stroked the smooth skin behind his ball sack he began quickly to erect again and as I kept sucking the head of his penis he tried to force my mouth away from his now super sensitive penis. He began begging, "Oh please Tom, please stop, please, please".
I thought to myself, 'who's master now Marcus' and chuckled to myself.
He kept trying to force me off his penis with his hands and there was no way I was not going to finish the job that I had started, regardless of his pleading, so I quickly turned to my side, opened my chest of draws and grabbed my school tie that I wear with my winter uniform. Before Marcus knew what I was doing I grabbed his hands and tied them with the tie behind his back. In that brief moment before He realised what I was doing I had the opportunity to wrap the tie around both wrists then as he began to struggle as he realised what I had done he was too late. He was panting heavily trying to recover from the extreme sexual stimulation I had just inflicted on him and had trouble even getting his words out.
"Tom what are you doing, I'm the master you can't do this" he said.
"Oh yes I can Master, you asked me to service you and that I am going too do like no one has been serviced before in their life, I am going to be of total service to you master" I smiled and winked as I spoke.
I resumed my slow sexual arousal of him, within three minutes he was fully aroused and begging me to let him cum again. I was in no mood to be quick; I wanted him to suffer, just as I had suffered in a different way earlier. I was now in total control and he was my sexual toy. I too was totally erected, that erect it felt like I was going to split the skin on my penis, and I had never felt so hard. After keeping Marcus on the edge of ejaculation for over fifteen minutes, I noticed the razor and shaving cream sitting on the top of the chest of draws and a wicked idea entered my head.
Marcus was tied up and couldn't protect himself so I went over to my study desk, got my pair of scissors and came back and sat on his legs.
"What are you doing Tom?" Marcus asked.
"Oh when I suck you these hairs of your get up my nose and in my mouth, I think they need trimming back, ... Right back" I snickered
"No Tom don't"
"Why not Marcus I am shaved"
"Exactly Tom you're a slave, I am not"
Well that was it, after that comment his fate was sealed.
I grabbed the scissors and went to work trimming his pubic bush of thick black hairs back to short stubble.
All the time I was trimming away he was begging me to stop and pleading eventually saying over and over as tears swelled in his eyes, "Oh my pubes, my pubes, my precious pubes .... Noooo ..... please ... oh my pubes...."
The trimming eventually completed I warned him again to stop fidgeting as I could do him some permanent damage, then I lathered him up and with Ed's shaver removed all signs of his manhood. When I had finished and towelled him down his smooth white skin was such a turn on for me I ejaculated just looking at him, not a hand touching my body, it was an amassing feeling.
I went back to sucking his penis and his now very smooth ball sack. It didn't take long before Marcus was moaning and groaning again and begging me to finish him off. Again I paused, ran my fingers over his smooth pubes and watched as his penis throbbed with absolute ecstasy and desire.
Marcus begged me, pleaded with me, promised to do all my chores; he swore to do anything if I would just put him out of his misery. I grabbed his smooth shaft and gave it long slow jerks. The head of his penis went a turgid purple and it throbbed in my hand. I gave it six or seven sharp swift jerks and he yelled out in absolute ecstasy as he shot again, not as much as the first time but still a sizeable amount of cum onto his stomach. I stoped after this and untied his hands and then looked over at Marcus. He was a lather of sweat and looked anything but the master in control. I had reduced him to a helpless exhausted boy, slumped panting and breathless on my bed.
Who really was master and who was slave?
I went to him and took hold of him. We held each other tight, then sank back onto my bed where we stayed till we were jolted back to the real world by Mr Norris banging on my bedroom door, calling out "five minutes boys".
That day set the pattern for Marcus's visits from then on. In public Marcus was the best, most caring loving friend a guy could have. Behind my bedroom door once a month we had hot steamy passionate sex but within the four walls for that hour Marcus was also Master. I did as I was told, as any good slave would have and by the end of the hour Marcus was that exhausted and sexually fulfilled he was in no state to be anyone's master.
Early on Mr Norris asked after the first few monthly visits if everything was ok with Marcus and me in our bedroom. I suspect he knew what Marcus was doing to me and what I was doing to him, but when I showed no great signs of distress he stoped asking, however I remember his last comment to me about this was for me to remember that he and Mr Riley were my masters and no one else, and I could always talk to him about anything if it was troubling me.
I now knew this was true. I had developed a special love for Mr Norris greater than I had for either of my parents. He was my master and I was his servant and I was proud and privileged to be so lucky as to be able to serve him.
How strange is life, six months ago I was devastated and depressed at being forced into servitude. Now there were times that I didn't want my life to change at all. Some nights as I lay in bed I cried not from the fear or depression of having being enslaved, but for fear that my life could not stay just as it was, with Marcus, Ed and Mr Norris.
End Chapter 11