Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 11 
By Steam Train

copyright 2006 by Steam Train, all rights reserved 
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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



  
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