Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2008 11:30:38 -0400 From: Chris Johns Subject: My Hero Unless I am your first reading in nifty I am sure you all know the rules. Please leave this site if gay erotic stories are not your bag or you are under age and most importantly if you could get into trouble being here. No download for profit or sale but be my guest if you want to read it or pass it to a friend. Chapter 1 is to introduce you to Tom and Martin, I hope you enjoy the company of my two leading men. There is quite a lot of gay sex in this story, along with a little cp and S&M but like most of my stories it is primarily a love story. The story is complete in 9 parts so no long waits for each chapter My Hero Chapter 1 Tom and Martin The rangy guy walking towards me made my heart skip a beat. It had done every day for as long back as I could remember. I drank in the sight of him. He was, to me, the most gorgeous man on this earth. We had only ever seen each other naked together while changing for sports or showers, or at his house changing for a swim, but I lusted after him like all get out. The closer he got the broader my smile. "What are you grinning at dufus." Was his comment as he got closer. I turned to join him trying to match his stride as I fell in alongside him. An arm draped itself across my shoulder as I looked up into his huge pale blue eyes and replied, "Same, same." He knew, well he thought he did, I didn't need to say anymore. He hugged me as we walked and once more I was the happy guy he had known since 1st. Grade. Thomas Henry Buford III was my best friend, he had been for eleven years. We had started on the same day at the same school and just gravitated towards each other. Every other new boy seemed scared half to death but Tom and I loved it. Kindred spirits I guess. Tom came from one of the wealthiest families in the state. I came from a working class family on the wrong side of the tracks. I was trailer trash. Mum and Dad were great people, they just didn't have education. I was an only child and they struggled even to keep me. When Dad was killed in an accident just after my tenth birthday it was Tom and his family who dragged me back to the world. Mum worked harder and longer to keep us and as soon as I hit fourteen I did too. Every day after school, every weekend I slaved at menial jobs to help the family finances. Almost everything I had was courtesy of Tom, my computer, my ipod, even some of my clothes. I was never allowed to say no and I was never made to feel poor because of it. Mum was determined that I should finish High School. "We'll never afford college Martin, but at least if you finish high school you can do community college after work to get your degree." There was a slim chance I would get a swimming scholarship but even with that I would still not be able to afford the ancillary costs. On the other hand Tom who didn't need it would almost certainly get a full basketball scholarship. We were two lucky guys I guess, both straight A students both good sportsmen. Result was great bodies, good looks and great personalities. Well, even when you are poor it is difficult not to be a nice guy when you had all the other advantages. Tom and I were chalk and cheese to look at. Tom at sixteen, six foot three inches, great body, jet-black wavy hair, pale blue eyes so deep you could dive into them. Almost always clad in tight jeans, button down dress shirt and supported on a pair of heeled Cuban boots, (like he needed them.) Me, oh I'm Martin Aston by the way, five foot eight, blond, green eyes, dressed similar, except I only wore trainers, but my ensemble was second hand and cost Mum a few dollars, Tom's designer stuff cost hundreds. We were both computer and finance freaks. We could just about make our computers sit up and beg and anything to do with money we soaked up like sponges. Until I was fourteen I slept over almost every weekend at Tom's having my own room and en-suite bathroom as well and his family were like my own. I felt slightly uncomfortable around the slaves but otherwise loved everything about the estate. The Buford's had no body slaves but all the males had substantial packages that got a tingle going in my groin. The family, including Mrs. Buford didn't seem to notice them even though they were naked all the time. Slavery had been made legal again when I was twelve and very soon became accepted as the norm. We were dirt poor so the thought of owning one never entered my head but Tom's father staffed his whole estate with them and two free men as overseers. With little more than a year to go before college Tom broached the subject of my future to me. "I guess Tom, I try for a job and do evening college. If that fails I go for voluntary slavery, at least I'll never have another worry in my life. I'll have a master to look after me and when I get to old to be useful I'll go to the dog food factory." "You can't Marty, you are such a cute guy you will almost certainly become a body slave. You'll suck so much dick and have so many up your chute you won't know what hit you." "What choice do I have Tom. I'll never be able to keep up on the financial side without some support and with slaves doing all the unskilled jobs what chance do I have in the jobs market." A couple of months later the conversations we had became irrelevant. Mum died, I suppose the reality was she had worked herself to death so that I could realise my dreams. Rent was paid up to the end of the month then I would be out on the street, I would be a vagrant and get picked up for compulsory slavery. Or, I could organise my life so that on the day I became homeless I walked into the slave centre as a voluntary slave. I told Tom I was going to do the latter. Would he come home with me on my last day and pick up my things, he could give them to some other poor kid instead of letting my landlord have them. For the next two weeks he went very quiet on me. I said goodbye to my teachers on my last day and thanked them for my education. I thanked my friends for being there for me, emptied my locker and headed for the car park and my ride home with Tom. We filled his trunk with my gear and I handed over the keys to the trailer. "Slave centre now Tom please." He looked across at me and drove off. He took the road to his house instead of town. "Where are we going Tom? This isn't the way." "Yes it is Marty, Dad wants a word with you." I was sent straight into the study when we arrived and Tom, looking a little guilty, as though he had done something wrong, left us. "Hello Mr. Buford you wanted to see me?" "Yes Martin come and sit down. Thomas tells me you are planning to become a slave." "Yes Sir, I don't see I have any other choice. By volunteering I hope I can get a good master." "Sensible thinking boy but I have another proposal for you. I promised Thomas a domestic slave to go to college with him so that he could concentrate on his studies. If I let him have one a year early, like now, he would need one for six years, one more in high school, three for his bachelors, and another two for his master's." He slid some papers across his desk towards me. "If you sign those papers Martin it will effectively put you into slavery for six years. You will become Thomas's shadow," he laughed, "As if you haven't been for the last eleven. You will study the same subjects as him, like you already do, go to the same college as him and do your bachelor's and master's with him. At the end of the six years you will be a free man again. The slavery Martin, will be the same as a life slave except that it won't be registered, you can't continue your education as a slave. You won't wear a slave collar and you won't be branded. Thomas will be allowed to beat you and use you in any way he wishes as he would if I bought you at auction. He will be your Master in every respect and you will be trained to be a good slave in every respect. I'll leave you to read through the papers and if you accept the terms come and find me, we'll sign them and get them witnessed and you can start slave training tomorrow, but only outside of your education time." With that he got up and left me. I was dumbfounded. If I signed these I would be with Tom always, finish my education at one of the finest colleges in the country and at twenty-four be a free man again with a bright future. I read them, but I knew whatever terms were included I would sign them. I mean, I couldn't see Tom beating me and if he ever used me for sex I would love it, I had wanted him for years. Deed done, Mr. Buford shook my hand and his wife gave me a kiss on the cheek. "We will all have to adjust our thinking and our actions now Martin. You have been like a second son to us, now we will have to treat you like a slave and you will have to treat us like your master and mistress." I thought about it and then replied. "I understand Ma'am. I will try very hard not to let you down and in six years time I hope I will be able to resume my place as your second son." She liked that and looked appealingly at her husband. "Couldn't we forget this Henry and just adopt him?" "No, the boy has to understand his circumstances and work to overcome his dis-advantages, it will make him a stronger and better person." I could see the logic and what the hell I would still have Tom. "Thank you Ma'am, thank you Sir." Tom came back in then and his father said. "Take him away Thomas, get your school work done and then give him to John to start his slave training." Tom had set my computer up in the study room off his bedroom. Another room with inter connecting door to his bedroom had the remainder of my gear in it and a small pallet for me to sleep on. "Take all your clothes off Marty and put them in your room. You will always go straight to your room when we get in from school and strip. In my quarters you will never wear clothes. I will have to talk to Dad about the rest of the house and eating arrangements. I don't want you to eat slave chow and I don't think Mum and Dad will want you naked like the remainder of the slaves, but I'm not sure." I was a little surprised but I worshipped Tom so I did it without hesitation. I had seen how slaves acted in front of free men so when I came back in to the study room I stood in front of Tom with my legs astride, hands behind my back and my eyes on the floor. "I don't know how to behave with you yet Master, please tell me what you would like me to do and how you would like me to address you." He moved towards me, grabbed me in a bear hug and said. "I don't know either Marty, you are my best bud in the whole world. It's awesome that for the next six years you are going to be my slave." He stood back with a broad grin on his face. "If you are cheeky to me now I can beat you, so you had better watch your tongue." I grinned too. Life was going to be interesting, certainly for the next few months while we sorted out our slave/friend situation. Situation normal for the next couple of hours except that I was naked. Funny enough, in front of Tom I didn't mind. I didn't feel embarrassed and fortunately that first time I never sprung a boner. We had supper in his room and then I was sent to the slave master for training until bedtime. Tom spent that time with his parents discussing me. Bedtime and we showered together. Tom sat me down in his bedroom after our shower, both of us naked. "Marty, in the house you are to call me Master, Mum and Dad think you should be naked all the time the same as the remainder of the house slaves and you are to address them as Sir and Ma'am. I am to treat you like the house slaves when we are here which means if I want to explore your body or play with your private parts I will do, just the same as the other slaves that look after my rooms. You must not use our outside relationship to cloud what you are in the house, and I mustn't either. You will eat all meals in your room so that you can eat normal food. Outside you will behave the same as you have always done. You are still my best bud but we must adjust for two separate lives now. You will not be allowed any money but when we are out I will pay for everything and you must never query that. I will buy your clothes and decide what you wear every time we go out. Our studies will always take priority over anything else and if you fail anything or slack off at anything I will beat you. Dad does the same to me by the way. The house staff will still look after my suite and my clothes for one month and then you will do it for the next six years. I think that's it for now, have you any questions?" I looked adoringly into his eyes and said very softly. "No Master, I will try to please you always. I don't want you to beat me." He gave me a hug and sent me off to bed with a playful pat on my bottom. The next month was a whirlwind for me. I had no free time at all, school, homework, slave training. At school Tom was the same as he had always been, if he didn't have basketball training but I had swim training he would come and watch me and vice versa. The first new thing he bought me was Speedos, my old ones barely kept me decent, my equipment was too big for them. I was so pleased I didn't bone up too often, in my Speedos it would have been embarrassing. At the house I seemed to be working all the time so never had time to think sexy thoughts. The next big change in my life came when I started looking after Tom properly. I had more free time in the evenings and at weekends so more time to think and with that came more boners. A little difficult to hide them when you are naked so inevitably Tom saw one. "Stand up Marty, slave rest." I did and he looked at my erection. I was so surprised when he took hold of it that I jumped back a mile. "Come here Marty. When I tell you slave rest you don't move unless told to otherwise you get punished." He took hold of me again and fondled my cock for a minute before doing the same to my balls. I was iron hard because Tom's hand felt like heaven. "Turn round Marty, spread your legs really wide then bend over and touch the floor." I did and he ran his hands all over my bottom sliding a finger down my crack and touching my anus. I was blushing a deep scarlet I think. He slicked up a finger and rubbed it up and down my crack over my anal entry and then pushed it gently inside me. He moved it in and out a few times before removing it. "Stand up and turn round again Marty." I did, still blushing like hell and not daring to look at him because I knew the lust would show in my eyes. I loved him touching me. I would be his sex slave forever if he wanted me. "I've never thought about having sex with a guy Marty. I know with a slave it is perfectly acceptable and some of our house slaves are cute and I have done to them what I have just done to you, but now, you are gorgeous and that appendage is quite a shock. Little guys aren't supposed to sport monsters like that. I don't know how I could have missed it all these years. Look at me." I did and I knew he saw it. "When you get an erection or when you beat off, what do you think about, who do you think about? Remember, as a slave you must never lie to me." I started to cry. If I told him the truth I was sure he would hate me for being a little faggot. "Please Tom, don't make me tell you." "Come here Marty, sit on my lap." I did and he cuddled me. "I think I know the answer already, but tell me any way." He was stroking my cock as he talked. I almost whispered it. "I think of you Tom, please don't hate me." He laughed. "I don't hate you, I've just clicked though. The look in your eyes when you look at me, I never thought much about it. You love me and not just like a brother don't you?" I nodded. "Ok, now go down to the slave master and ask him to give you a punishment paddle." I looked at him, almost in shock. "Yes Master." When I came back he said. "Do you know why I am going to paddle you Marty." "No Master, yes Master, for being a little faggot." I was confused, the question appeared to me so unnecessary. Of course I knew, I was just deluding myself when I said no. Huh, wrong again. I had known this guy for most of my life but as my tale unfolds you will realise I didn't know him at all. I started to cry again. "No Marty, I'm going to punish you for calling me Tom." I stopped crying and looked at him in surprise. "Not for being a little queer?" "No Marty." I smiled then. "That's alright then Master, where do you want me." "You don't mind being beaten Marty?" "Well, I'd sooner not be but as long as you still like me I don't mind." He made me bend over legs well spread and gripping my ankles. He stroked my butt a few times and then delivered ten strokes of the paddle. It was so erotic I sprung a full on boner again but it did tingle and I guessed a few more would have started to hurt. When I stood up he laughed, grabbed my rock hard cock and said. "So, you get off on being punished do you?" I giggled. "Yes Master if you beat me like that every time." "Mmm. I'm going to send you to the slave master tomorrow Marty for some special training." I looked at him quizzically and he laughed again. "If you are a little faggot I may as well have you trained to pleasure me." I nearly bounced round the room with joy. The thought of sucking on his dick and maybe getting it inside my butt as well was fantastic. "Oh thank you Master, I will try to be a perfect student." We fell into each other's arms laughing. "Are you going to become a little sex slut Marty?" I looked into his eyes and blushing again, said, "I hope so, but only with you Master." "Well, I don't know about that. If you are good I may share you with our other friends." I looked a bit shocked because he looked serious. My sex training was incredible. The first thing I had to do was learn how to give good head. One of the young house servants acted as my practice person. I had to suck him to orgasm, but I didn't have to eat his cum. The slave master told me why. "Because you are not a proper slave Martin no true slave is allowed to cum in your mouth or fuck your ass unless specifically ordered to do so by either of the masters. Your master has told me that when I think you are ready I will cum in your mouth so that you know what to expect. If he orders training of the other end we will use dildos and again complete your training by me fucking you. Do you understand?" I was gobsmacked but nodded and said "Yes Sir." The slave boy I learned to suck was very big and as I found out had been picked for that reason so that I could learn to deep throat a big dick. I hoped Tom would have one this big as well, it would be awesome to suck him. My mind must have wandered one evening when I was nearing completion of my training because I was sucking the slave master and caught my teeth on his glans. Not a happy bunny when he pulled off me and saw the marks. "If you do that to the master Martin he will almost certainly punish you and I'm going to as well. You must never let your teeth touch his cock unless it is very lightly for erotic effect. Now, over the whipping horse." I had noticed all the equipment in the slave training room but never thought I would end up on any of it. My wrists and legs were secured and I saw the slave master pick up a cane. "You will receive ten with this to remind you to concentrate on your task in future." He worked his way down from the top of my buttocks to the backs of my upper thighs. I screamed with pain after the first one and didn't stop until he finished. I was in so much pain that when he released me I just collapsed, sobbing my heart out. I had never known pain like it I was totally devastated. Slaves carried me back to my room applied salve to my welts and left me. When Tom came into his bedroom he could hear me sobbing and came to see why. "I'm sorry Master, I scraped my teeth on the slave master's cock and made him yelp. He gave me ten with a cane as punishment." Tom pulled my covers down to look at my bottom and I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Shit, Marty, he didn't pull any punches. You are going to be badly bruised for a couple of weeks. No swim training for you for a while. I hope you have learned a good lesson tonight though because I don't want you to bight my cock." I giggled despite my pain. "Mmm, well I've never seen it erect Master but when I do I bet I will want to eat it all up. Perhaps you had better have all my teeth extracted." He laughed and took me in his arms. "I think you had better come and sleep with me tonight Marty, my bed is much more comfortable for my little invalid." I teared up again and whispered, "Do you mean that Master, I can really sleep with you." "Of course I mean it." And with no more fuss he carried me to his bed and cuddled me all night. I was wrapped round him so that my bottom didn't touch the bed. I was in heaven. I had never slept with Tom before, even when we were quite small I always had my own room in this house. I healed of course and resumed swimming. We had a few meets where I did passably well so everyone was pleased. Tom of course did better than passably well and was told his scholarship was guaranteed if he kept up the standard. Then one Saturday afternoon I got my present. At least it was a present in my book. Tom was horny and told me he wanted me to give him a blowjob. I bounced around the room when he told me. "Oh yes Master, now." "Yes now Marty, but I want more than a blowjob, I want you to pamper me as you do it." Like that was going to be difficult. I had wanted to run my hands over his body for so long. My first time proper and I took over half an hour to make Tom orgasm. I had kissed and licked just about every square inch of his body, suckled his glans like it was a baby's pacifier and saturated his balls with saliva so that my hands could play with them more efficiently. His cock was to die for. I had always suspected it would be big but the reality was fabulous it had to be ten inches long and at least seven round. I was in heaven licking it and sucking on it. I had him crying to let him orgasm before I deep throated him and sucked his balls dry. I kept sucking him gently as he went soft until he almost threw me off the bed. "Oh God Marty stop, that is so sensitive." Then I was struggling to stay with him so I let his cock go. He pulled me up so that my face was level with his and he kissed my lips. The joy was too much, brain overload and I passed out. When I came to Tom was stroking me and I heard him say. "I love you Marty, I think I've always loved you." And I cried. My pallet was forgotten and I curled up with Tom every night. He got the most amazing blowjobs as I got used to his body and his sensitive areas. For me it was fun being his friend outside the estate and his slave inside. He turned me into a little Tom as far as dress went and I had to almost fight the girls off. My tight jeans and my Speedos when I swam let everyone know that I might be a little guy but my dick didn't know that. I could muster a little over eight inches, quite thick and did it ever look good. Erect it was a bit too obvious so I hid when I was horny. Tom thought it was funny because he exercised so much control I swear I was the only one that saw him hard. I also think that his sex drive was way lower than mine. One night after finishing homework Tom was cuddling me when he dropped the bombshell. "I want to fuck you Marty so we had better start training your other end to take me." I know I wanted it but at the same time I was terrified. His huge dick trying to enter my tiny little anus just didn't seem possible. "Please Tom, I'll never be able to take it." "Of course you will. I am going to watch the slave master train you for this one and let Daniel fuck you before me." I looked at him as though he were mad. "But Daniel is huge Master, he is even bigger than you." "Mmm, I will probably orgasm without touching myself watching it." I was shattered. I couldn't plead with him as his slave so I waited until a break at school next day. "Please Tom, you know I love you and owe your family so much but please don't ask me to take Daniel or you in my bottom." "Not on Marty, you are pleading for something through our friendship that you can't as a slave. We decided to separate the two so that our friendship wouldn't suffer now you`ve jumped the boundary so I will too." "What are you going to do Tom?" "You'll find out." Let me know what you think, your response to Cruelty to Children was overwhelming and I really do get encouraged to write more when you let me know what you think. I answer all mail, even the flames, but I prefer constructive criticism.