My Hero

By Chris Johns

Published on Jun 18, 2008

Gay

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. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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." ===========================================================================

Tragedy in the next chapter, get your hankies out it's weepie time

Next: Chapter 5


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