Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2008 23:46:07 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Hero Ch.4

Usual rules everyone.

				  My Hero

				 Chapter 4

			      Laramie and Me

We returned from lectures one afternoon and Laramie had just delivered our
clean laundry. It was so nice now that I didn't have to do it. I studied
longer and still had lots of free time.

Tom stopped him leaving. "Stay boy, what have you got to do now?"

"Nothing Master, I have cleaned your room and finished your laundry."

I wanted to cuddle him, because I could tell, every time he spoke to us or
saw us he expected to be beaten and that after several weeks of not being
touched. From my point of view he would have to be seriously bad for me to
beat him, he was as cute as they come. I know I wanted to make love to him
but I would never suggest it.

"Good, today I want you to bathe both Martin and I."

This was a normal slave duty so he was quite happy. He got both of us
mighty erections washing us as he was so sensual about it.

"I think we should reciprocate Marty, don't you?"

He winked at me and we started on Laramie. He was at a complete loss.

"Oh no Masters you don't have to do that."

Tom tried to talk but he was laughing so hard he had difficulty.

"I know youngster, we don't have to do anything we don't want to but I want
to pleasure you."

He was beautiful. Quite petite but put together perfectly. He had the
cutest butt I had ever seen and that included my own which Tom loved. I
spent so much time caressing his butt and running my hands over his groin
that Tom noticed.

"Would you like to make love to him Marty?"

I was a little reticent to say anything because as far as Tom knew no one
had touched me ever unless he was present and I had certainly never fucked
anyone.

"Would you mind Tom, he is so seriously cute and his butt beats mine into a
cocked hat."

"You go ahead, as long as I can watch."

When we were all dried off I took Laramie to my bed. Tom went to his and
sat on it watching us. I just knew this was going to be magical. This
little boy, even smaller than me was lying on my bed looking like a little
cherub. He had beautiful pale blue eyes that were half covered by the lids
making him look angelic. Lovely long lashes, neat eyebrows and lovely straw
coloured wavy hair. His body was lightly tanned all over and it was petite,
almost girlish, his muscle definition was very light. I think he could have
passed for twelve or thirteen without too much trouble as long as you
didn't see his groin. No thirteen year old would be rigged like him. He was
completely shaved of course and that accentuated a cock that was about six
inches I would guess, cut, perfectly straight, reasonably thick and set off
by a neat little ball sac hanging just right below. His butt looked like a
little boys, easily the sexiest I had ever seen. Two perfect little melons,
a reasonably long crack and when I had him up on his knees his little anus
was all pink and slightly puckered. So much nicer than the heavily
distended one he had come to us with. Doug must have been an animal.

When I started kissing him his eyes shot open wide and he gasped. He was
truly delightful. My conscience and eyes were playing havoc with my
senses. He looked and acted way too young to be in this position. I was
beginning to feel like a Paedophile, but at the same time I wanted to
pleasure this angel more than anything else in the world. When he started
to respond to my kisses I moved on, nuzzling his neck and licking my way
down his body. I spent a lot of time licking and kissing, nibbling and
tweaking his nipples before moving on. He had the neatest little inny belly
button and I had my tongue in it for ages. The light tinkling laughter from
this little angel was absolutely enchanting.

I looked across at Tom and he had a little smile on his face as he mouthed
at me `he's gorgeous'. I nodded and went back to my pleasuring.

I don't think I had ever been so hard and he was probably thinking the
same. When I touched his penis with my tongue it felt like a steel rod. I
had to fondle it with my hand to be sure I had it right.

"My God Laramie, does your cock always get this rock hard?"

I looked up at him as I said it and his eyelids half covered his eyes again
as he replied very quietly.

"Oh no master, but no one has ever pleasured me like this."

I looked at Tom again and said.

"That's a crime Tom, this child is a delight to touch."

Tom just smiled broader.

I licked Laramie's cock and balls for ages, I nearly sucked his balls out
of their sac they were just so lovely to roll around my mouth and suck on
gently. Licking up and down his shaft, occasionally taking the head in my
mouth was fabulous. I couldn't believe how incredible it felt touching any
part of this man/child. It must have been half an hour before I started
licking back up his body until I reached his face again when I nearly
freaked. The boy was crying huge tears in total silence.

"What is it Laramie, have I hurt you?"

"Oh no master. What you are doing to me is wonderful. I don't think I have
ever felt so completely loved in my life."

I licked up all the tears and kissed his eyes before kissing him as deeply
and passionately as I had ever kissed anybody. There was only one word to
describe this boy, exquisite.

I rolled him onto his tummy then and placed two pillows under his belly
before I repeated my same routine, nuzzle his neck and then kiss and lick
my way down his spine until I reached his butt. Oh God his butt. I orgasmed
without even touching myself, Tom saw it and I heard his sharp intake of
breath. I felt too embarrassed to look at him so I continued. I opened
Laramie up with my tongue and fingers for about half an hour. I was very
gentle, I didn't want to make him sore before I had even got my cock inside
him. When I turned him over and removed the pillows I realised he had cum
as well and looking in his eyes I saw fear.

"What is it youngster?"

"I'm sorry master, I couldn't help myself, what you are doing to me made
me. Please don't beat me."

I was flabbergasted.

"Why would I want to beat you?"

"Because I have cum without permission and made a mess."

I laughed.

"I think I would have been upset if you hadn't cum. I have been pleasuring
you to the best of my ability."

He looked confused so I just kissed him some more and assured him it was
perfectly all right for him to cum as often as he liked while I made love
to him. Back to work and I lifted and spread his legs before renewing my
attack on his cock and balls, taking in his perineum this time. I wished my
tongue was twice as wide and five times as long I wanted to do so much to
this boy with it.

Eventually of course I had to open him up fully with my fingers before
adding lots of lube and gently entering him. A little pain showed in his
eyes so I stopped until it went. The look of love and gratitude was almost
overwhelming. I could guess why, I had no doubt Doug used to just power in.

I fucked him so slowly, I didn't ever want to cum. Just looking at him
though was enough and I had cum twice without going soft, going for a
third, which I powered into him for. Our final orgasm and for the first
time he vocalized his feelings.

He squealed with pleasure as the most powerful of his orgasms took control
of his body. He was crying again as he finished sperming his belly and I
was so turned on that I leant forward and licked it all up. I think his
eyes grew to about ten times normal size watching me eat his cum.

I couldn't speak for ages. I just rolled over and wrapped him in my
arms. Eventually I rolled up onto an elbow and looked at Tom.

"You know I love you Tom, more than my life but this child has just given
me the most exquisite sexual experience I have ever had and he hasn't
touched me once."

The bastard was actually laughing.

"Really, I would never have believed it watching you. If he is that good
perhaps I should sell you into slavery so that I can have him to myself."

I knew he was joking, well, I hoped so any way.

Afterwards we found out that Laramie had never been made love to, he had
been raped frequently but never cosseted. What a crime.

Tom freaked me out while we were sat around recovering.

"I don't have your sex drive Marty so I am going to be quite content just
making love to you, but at the same time I don't think it fare to restrict
you. As long as you are discreet you can have other lovers, but please
don't plead a headache when I want to make love to you will you?"

He was grinning but behind the grin I knew he had made a serious
statement. I dropped to my knees in front of him and bowed low to kiss his
feet.

"I will love and honour you for the whole of my life and never be anything
less than joyful when you want my body. You are my brother, my best friend,
my mentor and my lover and I pray that will never change."

Would you believe a little slave boy then sat and watched awe-struck as Tom
took me to paradise fucking me for ages.

We had home delivery supper and totally spoilt Laramie by letting him eat
with us. The poor little bastard was sick afterwards. He hadn't had any
rich food for two years and his tummy rebelled.  He apologised profusely
cowering in the doorway to the bathroom obviously expecting a thrashing.

I pulled him up onto my bed and lay down with him stroking his hair and his
face.

"It's all right baby lover, too rich for you huh?"

The look of gratitude was almost overwhelming.

"I'm sorry master, I did enjoy it but my tummy obviously didn't."

Then that lovely tinkling little laugh and I was lost again.

Our lovemaking became a regular thing, but I always tried to make sure it
was during Tom's sports training. I'm sure he knew but there was an upside
for him. When he made love to me I was always more into it than ever
before. Loving appeared to engender more loving, whatever, there were three
happy young men floating around the college.
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When we went home at the end of the next semester I'm not sure who was the
most freaked by what happened, Laramie or me.

Tom's father told me I would revert to full slave status as of old for our
break from college, so Laramie saw me around the house naked as was he and
we worked together cleaning Tom's suite. Natural curiosity I suppose
Laramie wanted the sp on my situation. We were taking a break from chores
one morning and Laramie asked for permission to speak.

"Of course youngster, go ahead."

"Why are you treated like a slave in this house and sometimes at college by
Master Tom?"

I told him the story and he was completely amazed.

I didn't understand why and nor did Tom. In our room the first night I
asked Tom and he shrugged.

"I have no idea Marty, Dad is being very uncommunicative he just sought of
snarled at me when I queried it."

I was becoming very self-assured and not at all self-conscious about being
nude around the house. Mrs. Buford tried to embarrass me in fun when I was
helping her in the kitchen. While I was putting things away after the slave
girl had washed everything from a family meal she started stroking my cock
and talking at the same time.

"Tom tells us that now you have a proper slave to look after you your
grades have gone sky high Martin. Laramie has really made that much
difference to your college life."

I was rock hard from all her ministrations but I kept my cool and replied
in a tone that I might have used had I been clothed.

"Yes Ma'am. I am able to spend more time with my tutor who appears to have
taken a personal interest in me and I have more time for assignments not
having to do laundry and other domestic chores."

She had continued to stroke me and I was becoming seriously turned on. I
started to blush as I could feel an orgasm building and in the end
completely lost my cool.

"Please Mama, don't, I am going to ejaculate very soon if you continue."

The look of anguish on my face, and calling her Mama worked. She took me in
her arms and whispered to me.

"I love you son but Mr. Buford has something planned for you and asked me
to do this to build your self confidence at being naked around the
house. Be bold son and know that we all love you here."

When I told Tom he just shrugged. Our lovemaking didn't change and our
activities outside the house didn't either. Laramie was integrated into the
house staff but with the orders to the slave master that under no
circumstances was he ever to be chastised unless Tom had sanctioned
it. When it happened I was mortified.

Laramie had not been trained as a house servant, only as a body slave so of
course he fucked up in the dining room one lunchtime. Mr. Buford ordered
ten with a cane. The slave master told Tom who told me.

"The slave master has to do it Marty, Dad has ordered it."

I scurried off looking for the master of the house and found him in his
study. I stood at slave rest in front of his desk.

"Permission to speak master?"

"What is it Martin I'm very busy."

"Please Sir, rescind your punishment order on Laramie. He's not trained to
table duties Sir, I'm sure he was doing his best."

"No Martin, he will take his punishment."

"I beg you Sir. He was so badly beaten by his last master Tom and I never
touch him now. He is such a beautiful and gentle boy."

"He is going to be beaten Martin let that be an end to it."

I made one last effort and that was a mistake.

"Let me take his place Sir, I'll take his punishment and try to teach him
to please you."

"I won't have you questioning or subverting my orders Martin. You need to
learn your place as a slave. You will receive ten along with Laramie. The
punishment will be carried out in the salon tonight after dinner."

I was absolutely stunned. I knew an old whipping bench was kept in the
salon, but as an ornament I thought. I had never heard of a slave being
punished on it.

I told Tom and he was equally shocked.

"I don't know what is the matter with Dad, Marty, he is so different this
time, and keeping you as a slave is weird. Even Mum is different."

I replied, "You can say that again. She played with me and nearly made me
cum yesterday."

Tom was aghast.

"I'm going to talk to Dad, he has to tell me what the hell is happening in
this house."

He came back after about half an hour and just fell on our bed.

"What is it Tom, what's the matter?"

"I don't know Marty, he told me to mind my own business and have you and
Laramie in the salon at 8.30 thoroughly cleaned inside and out ready for
punishment and body slave duties. This is frightening me Marty. The house
is in turmoil as well. We have outside caterers in the kitchens, the dining
room and salon are almost having a makeover, they are certainly going to be
the cleanest and shiniest they have ever been. Two guest suites have been
completely renovated before we came home and look better than Mum and Dad's
suite. We must be having special guests, but I have no idea who and no one
is talking, and if you and Laramie have to be prepared as body slaves my
guess is that you are going to be pleasuring one of our guests
tonight. That is beyond the pale as far as I am concerned, you aren't a
proper slave Marty, Dad can't use you like this."

Tom dressed in a tuxedo for dinner and I couldn't remember ever seeing that
for a house meal. We both went to the slave quarters to see Laramie and he
was dressed in a little tunic with tiny laced sandals, he was to help in
the dining room, but he told us, not to actually serve table. He looked so
perfect I wanted to eat him.

"Martin, you are to remain here to be prepared for punishment and bedding."

I looked at Tom and shrugged.

"I'll find out what's going on Marty, this house has gone mad."

I was told to pee and do a number two if I needed to, given three enemas,
shaved completely, apart from my head that was neatly trimmed and then
showered thoroughly by Daniel and that was nice. When I was all dried I
received a light dusting of a kind of talcum powder and when that had
fallen away as my skin dried completely a very thin film of body oil was
used all over. I couldn't believe what looked back at me in the full-length
mirror when I was considered ready. I almost fancied myself. I had
certainly never looked so stunning I was sure. I was led up to the salon by
the slave master carrying a whip and a cane both of which were placed on
the whipping bench which I was told to stand beside at slave rest. I was
very unhappy and apprehensive. I had never seen the whip used in the Buford
household and the cane I knew was extremely painful wielded properly. Tom
had told me once that the whip always drew blood and usually left a slave
scarred. I prayed that Laramie and I would only have to take the cane.

When the guests filed in I took a quick peak and nearly died. I recognised
the President and first lady immediately also the Secretary of State who I
knew was a bachelor. I wondered if I had been prepared for him, but
dismissed it. I had never been used as a body slave in this house, I
couldn't believe I was now to be used for the ultimate actions. I'm sure
Mr. Buford didn't know that I was Tom's fuck buddy. I kept my head down
then.

There was some general chatter for a little while and then I was mentioned.

"This young slave had the temerity to query my decision to punish another
slave so we are going to have the pleasure of seeing them both punished
while we have coffee Mr. President if it pleases you."

"That might be very interesting Henry I haven't seen any slave punishment
in years. Very domestic of me but I imagine you are going to whip him,
won't his blood ruin this beautiful carpet?"

My Tom piped up then in total anguish.

"Please Dad no. You can't whip Marty, you'll mark him for life."

"Be quiet Thomas, how dare you query a decision of mine? You will
administer the punishment for your outburst and I don't want to hear
another word. Get Laramie in here as well and you can use the cane to
administer his punishment."

Tom's shoulders sagged and he said very meekly, "Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir."

Laramie was brought in and stood beside me still wearing his serving boy
tunic. He looked so cute but shocked as well at seeing me in my naked and
shaved state.

Tom picked up the whip and told Laramie to restrain me over the whipping
bench. I was petrified, I couldn't even begin to imagine what the whip
would feel like. Tom's father had caned me, as had my tutor, both of who
had me gasping but the whip was frightening. Once secured Tom came round to
my head and placed a tooth guard in my mouth. I could see the tears in his
eyes as he said to me.

"Bite on this Marty it should keep you from losing your tongue."

"Strip the other slave as well Thomas."

There were some very audible gasps when Laramie was naked.

"My God Henry that boy is absolutely the most perfect human being I have
ever seen. Are you sure he is legal?

"Oh yes Mr. Secretary." Tom's dad laughed and continued, "I would be very
stupid to have an under age slave present in this company. He actually
belongs to the slave who is going to be whipped."

Mr. Buford laughed when the President and Secretary of State queried his
statement. I heard the explanation and wondered what the President would
say when he had digested that information.

"Ten with the whip Thomas, don't be soft. This is a golden opportunity for
Martin to understand his place."

I screamed when the first one landed and lost my mouth guard. I continued
to scream as each one landed until the last when Tom threw the whip down
unleashed me and with tears streaming down his face picked me up and as he
carried me out said to his father.

"I will never forgive you for this act of sadism dad."

"You will do as you are told. Have Martin back here in half an hour dressed
in slave shorts."

In our bedroom Tom administered cold poultices to my bottom before gently
rubbing in anesthetic salves.

"Tom, there is no blood, how?"

"I'm sorry Marty, I knew what Dad was going to make me do I just didn't
know it was to you, so I have been practising to make sure I could make the
recipient scream but not damage him permanently."

I was back at slave rest as ordered but Tom wouldn't stay. He excused
himself from the President and guests kissed his mother goodnight and
totally ignored his father.

Tom's dad told me to pick up the cane which I did.

"Martin, you will administer ten with the cane to your slave. As hard as
you can."

I was shaking with fear at what I knew I was going to do. I dropped the
cane, prostrated myself before him and kissed his booted foot.

"I'm sorry Sir. I owe you and your family so much but I must shame you in
front of the President. I will not harm one hair of this boy's head. You
can withdraw your support from me and send me into proper life time slavery
but I will not hurt this gentle boy."

Mr. Buford beamed. "Mr. President that proves what I was saying
earlier. Martin come here."

He took me in his arms and kissed my cheek.

"I love you son, you honour me with your guts and fortitude. I doubt there
is one in a million young men would have risked what you have risked
tonight. Go and get into your tux and drag my son back here with you."

I was speechless, Laramie followed me out and helped me dress and Tom
redress before we returned to the salon.

"Thomas, please forgive me for putting you through this terrible ordeal and
for making you hurt Martin. The President didn't believe the personal
strength of my two boys in doing what was right. You honoured me by obeying
me. I thought you might not knowing how much you love your brother."

I was totally lost, what was all this son and brother business, that was
years away if it was going to happen.

Mr. Buford saw my bemused expression.

"You had better read this Martin."

He took a paper from his wife and passed it to me. It was the official
adoption papers. I was now really and truly Martin Buford. I cried and
passed it to Tom. Tom read it and he cried as well. What a pair.

"Thank you Dad, but why did you have to make me hurt Marty?"

"Would you like to tell the boys Sir?" Tom's, and I guess my father said to
the President.

"Tom, Martin, there is a prestigious job coming up in the United Nations
for which I carry the patronage. It will require two young people of
immense honour and integrity. If you will accept my offer, those two
positions are yours on the day you graduate."

We were both numb with shock, I have no idea how long it was before we
answered. I could see Laramie crying and then I replied.

What an evening that turned into. My Tom was so emotional knowing that he
could continue to love and respect the man he had looked up to all his life
and I was feeling cheeky enough to say to our mother.

"I don't know if I want to change my status in this house Mama, I rather
liked being treated like a slave, particularly when I am in the kitchen."

We both dissolved with laughter and Mrs. Buford had to tell the President
she couldn't possibly explain that one.

Before we returned to college dad took us to the study for a talk.

"Thomas, Martin, the jobs you have been offered are not for general
consumption. To all outward appearances nothing has changed. You will still
be a slave Martin as far as the world knows, but in this house you are now
my son. You must make certain Laramie is aware of that as well. Thomas, you
are therefore not to change the way you treat Martin. Finally, I will still
chastise you if you slack at all. I expect nothing less than first class
degrees from both of you."
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Tragedy in the next chapter, get your hankies out it's weepie time