Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2006 15:14:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 13

Even the Modest Must Serve
By Steam Train   ( steam_t2000@yahoo.com )

Chapter 13: Holidays from hell.

My relationship with Ed changed a lot after that
initial session in the bedroom with Marcus and Ed. The
most practical outcome was that I soon came to realise
just how horney my older brother was. Most nights in
the privacy of the bedroom after we were sure Mr
Norris had retired to his bedroom, one of us would
visit the others bed. Ok I confess there were many
nights where I was as horney as my brother, it must
run in the family. Deep within my mind I still had
this lingering guilty doubt about the correctness of
what Ed and I were doing. It didn't stop me however
from really looking forward to every night being alone
in the bedroom with Ed.

This was however almost the only joy that the
Christmas break was to bring. This Christmas was not
shaping up as the special occasion I had looked
forward too in all the previous years of my life when
I had been free. Christmas is a family time but this
Christmas was very different. I had lost my dad, and
my mum had become even more distant. The only plus was
that I now had Mr Norris and Marcus.

We did get a break on Christmas day. Let me tell you
unlike previous years where money was not an issue and
presents for Christmas were plentiful, I discovered
that slaves didn't get anything in the way of presents
at Christmas. Mr Norris however tried his hardest to
make Christmas at least bearable. We had special
privileges like a Christmas dinner. This was something
that was within his power and authority to organise
and bestow upon us without causing major concerns
amongst those in the school parent community that were
looking for any excuse to have us removed

In fact all the servants were allowed a special
Christmas dinner meal in the school hall cooked by the
servant cooks who also joined us in the celebration.
We were all encouraged by Mr Lindrum to sing Christmas
carols and after a while I got into the spirit, forgot
my modesty about my singing voice, yep that's right I
am modest about that too and had a pretty good time!


I missed my family at this special family time of the
year. Mr Norris was now more of a family to me than
mum, but I wondered where dad was and what he was
doing that Christmas day. Jim was away living with mum
for the holidays and we only saw him once during the
whole break.

That visit was organised by Mr Norris to occur on
Christmas afternoon. Mum, Jim and Walter Vanderbilt
came to visit us. Mr Norris left us alone in his
lounge room for over an hour. It was a nice time. Mr
Vanderbilt sat quietly to the side of the lounge for
most of that hour. He was polite to us but you could
sense that he was forcing himself to be so respectful
to a couple of slaves. He also freely admitted that he
didn't relate well to children or teenagers.

Mum filled us in on the wider family news, what our
one and only aunty, uncle and my two cousins were
doing. But I think she picked up the vibes that all
this talk about free citizen's pursuits was not
helping our mental outlook and spent most of the time
after that asking about all our boring activities as a
slave.

At the end of the hour Mr Norris brought in some
afternoon tea and whilst Mum, Mr Vanderbilt and Mr
Norris had tea and biscuits Ed and I had a chance to
talk to Jim alone. We learnt that mum and Mr
Vanderbilt were getting on very familiar terms. He
said that they were sharing the same bedroom. I though
of dad again at this time and I admit I had a short
surge of anxiety and anger that mum could do this to
him, but just as soon I realised he was a slave for
life, that there was no way a court sentenced life
term slave could be freed, so mum was no longer
legally married and she had to live. I sort of
understood how she felt.

Ed whispered also to Jim about how he was now allowed
in with Marcus and I once a month and how that had
lead to him and I having lots of fun. I blushed
profusely and hoped mum and Mr Norris did not notice
or hear. Ed even told Jim we would try to include him
when school returned if at all possible. To my
amazement Jim thought that was a great idea!

 Why was I the only one in the family that was so
modest?

That was our family Christmas get together. All too
soon the hour was over and we had said good-bye to
mum, Jim and Mr Vanderbilt.

I talked long into that night with Mr Norris about my
dad. He was a good listener and let me get some of my
frustrations out. I told him how I hoped to eventually
track down my half brothers.

He didn't ridicule my dreams, instead he just said
"Tom we all should have dreams and ambitions in our
life. You keep those dreams and nourish them. You
never know what is possible unless you try".

Life continued in it's monotonous routine after we
returned from Christmas break the rhythm broken only
by the visits of Marco and the respite of Spring
break. All too soon it was May and the long summer
break was upon us.

No sooner had school ended then Marcus had gone
overseas to visit his relatives in Brazil then his
mother in Los Angeles, he was not due back till the
very end of the holidays and if this separation was
not bad enough, Mr Riley the Headmaster had informed
both Ed and I that, as we would not be attending
class, we would have lots of spare time and spare time
was not good for slaves, so we were ordered to work
during what would have been class hours with the
servant grounds staff. Before and after class hours we
were still expected to perform our usual houseboy
duties.

My very first day of so called holidays was one of my
most miserable since I had entered servitude, though I
was soon to learn the whole of the summer holidays
were to be my holidays from hell.

Mr Norris took Ed and me over to the schools servant's
quarters and to Mr Lindrum's office. Within ten
minutes we were out in the grounds in the burning
summer sun digging a new drain ditch behind the
gymnasium with a team of servants. Neither Ed nor I
was used to such hard physical work, and after fifteen
minutes I was pausing to rest.

Never do that as a slave. The senior slave of the team
`Tombs', was empowered by Mr Lindrum to administer
punishment to the other servants in the team if they
were not performing to expectations. Tombs proved to
be severe in his use of the cane. As soon as I showed
any slacking off, I was whacked. I soon noticed that
the other slaves who were used to the hard labour
thought it great fun to see, as they put it, `these
two uppity privileged servants' finally reduced to the
level of a hard working menial slave, with no special
privileges.

I was to learn that there had been many murmurs
amongst the schools slaves that Ed and I were
receiving special pampered treatment. They were very
peeved at this and it was causing some unrest. I guess
in some ways they were correct. Now they got their
revenge.

The law might have stated that ten strokes of the cane
was the legal limit per day but I soon learnt that
there was no regular monitoring of this and if you
knew what you were doing with a cane you could get
away with a lot more than what the law stated. The law
certainly didn't seem to phase Tombs. I lost count of
the flicks of the cane that stung my backside through
my shorts. He was careful to make sure he only flicked
me on my backside, which was protected by my shorts
and left no lasting impression.

When he really wanted to hurt he ordered me to drop my
shorts and undies in front of the other servants so
that my backside was unprotected. He never did this
more than ten times a day though. He soon learnt that
this greatly embarrassed me and he used this over the
next weeks as a special punishment. He never failed to
make comment to the other servants about the small
size of my dick.

Ed was treated in a similar manner, feeling the cane
on his backside also with numerous propensities.

By the end of the first day I was so exhausted and fed
up with all the canings that I wanted to report Tomb's
actions to Mr Norris.

Ed was adamant that I was not to do so. He said it
would cause no end of unrest and we would be blamed
for it. The chances were the school would be forced to
choose between the two of us or all the other servants
and he felt that they would certainly have to choose
in favour of their other servants and get rid of us.
They might crack down on the schools other servants
for their poor attitude but in the end we would go, as
we would be seen as the unsettling influence.

Being so exhausted by the end of that day from my
field labours, I was almost incapable of doing my
house duties. Ed was the same. He actually asked Mr
Norris could we please be excused for that day only
from our duties and be allowed to shower and go to bed
early.

A servant's life I was finding out again was a cruel
existence. Mr Norris said "No"

"I'm sorry boys but if Ed in particular does not go
and do his houseboy duties tonight it will be noticed
by the other slaves. I think you boys have already
found out that you are not exactly the flavour of the
month with the other school slaves. Because of that I
can't let you off from your usual duties I am really
sorry". Mr Norris said

"Boys have a shower quickly to ease your muscles but
then you will have to find the strength to get your
duties done" he said.

Mr Norris looked very concerned for us and was
obviously thrashing many issues about this in his
head; however he made us get on with our duties once
we had showered.

That night's duties were the hardest I had ever done.
I was totally exhausted. The shower had helped but
after a few hours I was out on my feet. When Ed walked
back in after finishing his duties he didn't look any
better.

I already had begun loving Mr Norris in a special way
before this night, but tonight I was to find a new
dimension to that love. That night and many after it
through those holidays from hell he made us both sit
at the dinner table which I had set previously and
went out to the kitchen and served us both our dinner,
something I usually did. I burst out crying when he
walked in that first night holding our two plates. I
was emotionally drained from the day and this was just
too emotionally overwhelming. Looking across the table
at Ed he smiled at me but he too was swallowing hard
just keeping his own reactions in check.

My summer holidays from hell continued like this
through too the second last week of the holidays. We
had worked hard doing many hard physical jobs around
the school and certainly our tanned and firm bodies
showed the results of those many weeks of hard labour.
Both Ed and I were much fitter for the experience and
our stoic resolve to get our job done had finally won
many of the servants grudgingly around. We both proved
to most of them that we had guts and that we could
take our punishment like men. We never complained
about our treatment.

If Mr Riley or Mr Norris knew how often we were
punished they did not let on. I suspect like most
things they knew. It was however the way of the world
to treat servants like that. The law relating to the
punishment of servants I was quickly to learn was
often treated with a fair amount of latitude provided
there were no obvious signs of abuse. A bit like most
people break the speed limit most times they drive a
car but don't consider that a crime and often get very
indignant when they do occasionally get caught and
fined as if they were saying `what have I done
wrong?'.

During mum's monthly visit she did question Mr Norris
about our use during the summer holidays in the
grounds as labourers. He calmly told her of the
trouble that had been simmering within the servants of
the school and told her it was important that they all
saw that we were not being given a privileged
position. Mum is not stupid and soon saw that our
continued presence at the school rested on no trouble
between her two sons and the remainder of the
servants. I had hoped mum might have been my way out
of the hell I was in, but no, she agreed it was the
best course for the school and us and was confident
that Mr Norris and Mr Riley would ensure that we were
not abused in carrying out our labours.

Jim was awe struck about how well both Ed and I had
filled out during the weeks since the holidays had
begun. Jim was still taller than me and stockier but I
was now more muscular. For the first time in a few
years I actually thought the better for myself about
my body.

With two weeks to go, my holidays from hell took a
surprise turn which at first looked like a good
opportunity but turned into just another chapter in my
summer holiday of hellish experiences.

When we were being assessed for the State Servants
Performance Review' the Inspectors had noted that our
training at PHS had not fulfilled all the requirements
of the Juvenile Servant Training Act. We were
therefore required to attend a special two-week
intensive training course at the nearby Bountiful
Servant Training College.

My initial reaction was `Thank you lord' for saving me
from the labours of the school work gang. I was also
going to be leaving the school for the first time
since I was placed into servitude. That was something
I had been craving for, for months. I was really
anticipating going to the college to refine my
servant's skills and thus be an even better servant to
Mr Norris.

That Monday morning Ed and I waited outside the main
steps to the school, along with Mr Norris dressed in
our PHS sports uniform. We had packed only one change
of clothes in a small sports bag that we had brought
along with us. After a short wait a white bus with
almost no windows came up the drive and stopped in
front of us. A grey uniformed Tallahatchie County
Servitude Guard alighted with a clipboard,
acknowledged Mr Norris then yelled out "Edward and
Thomas Carter.

"Sir, yes sir" we replied in unison"

"Strip"

We stood there stunned.

"I said strip" and his hand reached for his stun gun
on his hip.

"Officer please" Mr Norris interjected. "I have had
them pack a change of clothes and all, why are you
asking them to strip".

"Servants have no need of modesty especially young
servants and besides in a lot of the training they are
going to undergo, clothes will be a hindrance. If they
need clothing they will be issued with appropriate
clothing at that time. You had better place their
clothing sir in those two bags and take them back with
you till we return in two weeks with your well trained
slaves".

We both saw the look of resignation and of anger on Mr
Norris's face and I think we both decided that it
would be better for all concerned if we stripped as
ordered. It didn't take long till we were both
standing naked in front of the officer. Funny,
standing there naked I no longer tried to cover my
modesty. I realised I was now acting like any trained
slave. I was loosing my free citizen mentality very
quickly.

The Guard had Mr Norris sign for our collection and
then we were pushed up the steps into the bus. Behind
the driver there was one, two seater seats on both
sides of the bus backed by a solid metal wall with a
wire mesh door blocking the way into the bowels of the
bus.

A second guard was standing in front of one of those
seats and she opened the mesh door and pushed Ed and I
through into the remainder of the bus which had no
windows and was half full of naked teenagers of both
sexes.

There was no effort to segregate the sexes. We were
marched down to about half way where the bus had
filled up to. Our hands were handcuffed over our heads
and to a metal rail that hung from the ceiling. The
guards left us and closed and locked the door at the
front then sat down in the two seats and told the
driver who I now noticed wore a term criminal's
servant's collar to move off. The air in the bus at
the height of the summer was putrid. There was only
ventilation through vents in the ceiling. The body
odour made me wrench. I could hear the sounds of
sobbing from further down the bus but it was too dark
too see much further down the bus into the darkness
that engulfed the very back section of the bus.

Opposite me there was a guy about twelve or thirteen I
guess, just standing there looking shocked out of his
existence. There was quite a pretty girl with lovely
tits and an awesome shaved slit just behind this boy.
I smiled and she smiled back and we both blushed. Pity
the light was so dim I thought but then as I started
to erect I changed my mind and was glad my
embarrassment was somewhat hidden in the gloom

Ed and I began to talk to me but the others soon
hushed us, real fear in their voices. The guards had
already it appears, left their marks on a few of the
servants before our stop for speaking. We kept quite.

I couldn't see very much on our trip to the training
college, the only view being through the wire mesh
door at the front. My desire to get outside the gates
of the college and see the outside world again had
turned into nothing. We stopped another six or seven
times picked up individuals or groups of servants and
continued on our way. By the time we arrived and were
herded out of the bus my body felt like it had been in
a sauna. I stunk, I could smell myself.

The use of the cane was plentiful as we were processed
into the college. Any slight movement or flinch and
you were thrashed. My fear levels were increasing
every second. I wanted the safety of Mr Norris and the
school.

We were placed into class groups and taken to a
communal showering area where we were at least allowed
to wash ourselves clean. Ed was not in my group all of
whom appeared to be around my age. When dry and still
naked it was straight into our first class.

We were taken to a room full of ironing boards. A lady
instructor immediately began showing us how to iron a
shirt, then we were set to work ironing shirt after
shirt. If it was not perfectly ironed, that is with
not a crease mark showing, you were caned. I was caned
a lot. When I complained that ten was the maximum
allowed. The instructor whom I had already noticed
spoke very coarsely replied "Shut up and speak only
when spoken too slave, that outburst will earn you a
demerit point, besides Mr smart-arse, we have a
special exemption certificate from the fucking courts
for this facility. We will determine what is allowed
and what is not allowed here at this college".

I was taken back out the front of the classroom and
showed again and again how to iron a shirt. I really
tried hard and I did get a lot better but by the end
of the session I was marked down as unsatisfactory and
was told that that result would earn extra demerit
punishment at the end of the day. Sewing practise was
next. I was hopeless here too and ended with the same
unsatisfactory result. Cooking I passed my first
course but only just and washing, cleaning and servant
behaviour I passed easily.

I particularly enjoyed Servant Behaviour. When I was
first placed into servitude my modesty would have
prevented me from being totally involved in the sexual
aspects of this course. Now after many months of
servitude my sexual desires and longings had overtaken
my modesty. My class was all fourteen and fifteen year
old guys. We were prevented by law from fucking or
being fucked but we were still shown all sorts of
techniques that would please our masters if they
wished to fuck us or they wanted us to fuck them. We
even got to see Ed's class of sixteen and seventeen
year old guys present practical sessions for us. I
could see that Ed and most of the guys in his class
were very embarrassed by all this public scrutiny of
their sexual activities. It was good to watch though.

We even had practical sessions on oral sex with our
classmates and with some of the female classes. I
always looked forward to the Servant Behaviour classes
and was greatly disappointed when the day's class was
on nonsexual topics like servant stance positions or
ways of addressing masters and other free citizens.

The first night after dinner all of the servants who
had an unsatisfactory rating in any course were called
to the front of the assembled students and informed
that we were to be caned five times for every
unsatisfactory course and two times for each demerit
point earned. For me that meant twelve strokes of the
cane. Five for each of the two courses I had
unsatisfactory ratings in and two for the added
demerit point I had earned by speaking out of turn in
ironing. I nearly died when I saw the muscled officer
who was to administer the cane to us.

One by one we were tied to a special punishment frame
in the front of the room and our bare backs and
buttocks were unmercifully thrashed with the most
ferocious strokes I had ever seen. Our tormentor took
a few steps back and actually stepped in to administer
every stroke with the cane. One slash of the cane had
every slave yelling for mercy. By ten they were almost
beyond consciousness. The only slave to receive more
than ten strokes before me was incapable of standing
when he was released. He collapsed to the floor and
some servants were ordered to take him to the clinic
for treatment.

I was shitting myself as I was called up to the frame.
The first stroke, which lashed my bare back, was the
worst pain I had ever experienced. I yelled out, on
the third stroke I lost control of my bladder, a fate
which a few before me had also suffered but none on or
before the third stroke. Oh the sheer pain, followed
by more pain and then more pain as my tormentor
trashed the living daylights out of me. I don't recall
when it ended. Some time around the tenth stroke I
passed out and I can remember water being thrown over
me and the stinging sensation on my back as the water
ran down my skin, but I can't remember the end. I can
only remember the nurse in the clinic rubbing some
type of soothing balm on my bleeding back and
buttocks.

I was given little sympathy by the other slaves in my
group as we bunked down that night. They were all too
scared of what might befall them to worry too much
about me. I had to lie on my stomach and after a while
the nurse appeared gave me a tablet which she said
would help me sleep and went on her ways. It must have
worked for after a while I drifted off to sleep. I
rolled over in the night and awoke everyone with an
almighty yell of pain. Even the guard on duty came to
check out what was happening.

Never did I want such a punishment again. I passed all
my classes the second day. Ironing only just, but I
did. I don't think I could have survived such a caning
again. The effects of the first nights canings had
their effect on all of the slave students, as there
was only one unsatisfactory caning the second night.
It was one of the girls who had received ten strokes
the night before; this time she received another ten
strokes and like me she was carried out to the clinic
after her punishment was inflicted.

What a fortnight in hell the college proved to be.
Sure I learnt to iron, wash, sew, clean, cook and
behave totally like a slave with great proficiency.
But I also learnt absolute hate for most of the guards
and some of the instructors.

There were some like Mrs Pennyweather in sewing that
showed real compassion and tried to assist me to reach
a satisfactory level when she saw that I was
struggling. A lot though had been corrupted by the
attitude that permeated that facility. I never met the
Superintendent but I hated him or her. The leader of
any establishment sets the tone and others follow,
they had set a bad tone here, as far I was concerned.

After these two weeks at the college all I could think
of was wait till I could tell Mr Norris and
particularly Inspector Blackmoore when next I saw
them.

How could Inspector Blackmoore be a part of such a
brutal regime? She was firm but always humane. This
college was just brutal, did she know?

The day of graduation we were all handed our
certificates and I received distinctions in servant
behaviour, cooking and cleaning, a credit in washing
and a pass in ironing and sewing.

When the bus dropped me back off at PHS, Mr Norris was
there to greet me. I stepped off naked and putrid just
like my trip to the college. Mr Norris admonished the
officer for treating Ed and I and the other slaves so.


His only reply was that as a free citizen he was
entitled to his opinion, but that there was little
sympathy in the world for emancipists. Discipline he
said was the only sure way of producing docile service
focused slaves. Slaves were no different to animals he
blatantly stated. You soon learn he said to treat them
just the same.

With that and before Mr Norris could say anything in
reply the guard shoved a clipboard in front of Mr
Norris who signed and wrote an additional note he told
us later, to the effect that he was not satisfied that
we were humanly treated.

The shower at home never felt so good and that night
at our inspections Mr Norris noticed the scaring on
Ed's and particularly on my back and bottoms.

With his voice nearly breaking he said "I am so sorry
boys, come here".

Very carefully he hugged our naked bodies for a very
long time repeating over and over "I am so sorry, so
sorry, this is just so wrong, I am so sorry"

Ed said "It's ok Mr Norris, its nor your fault it's
the fault of the laws that control servitude.

I was not at that point in time worried who's fault it
was all I wanted was to be loved again so I said to Mr
Norris, "I love you Mr Norris" and left it at that, my
horror holidays from hell were finally over.

End Chapter 13