Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 03:11:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 11

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