Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2006 22:16:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 3

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

Chapter 3: Pleasure and Ecstasy

Leaving the courtroom was terrible. There was a huge
media scrum. I was pushed and pulled and bombarded
with questions as our legal team and some court
officials tried to make a path for us through the
thronging media. Eventually we were herded into an
unoccupied office down a side corridor and directed to
sit in the outer office whilst mum and the legal team
went into the inner office.

Funny I had so many questions in my head I wanted
answers too, but we all just sat there in deadly
silence. Ed with his head bowed into his hands, Jim
his eyes closed softly sobbing and me just staring at
the opposite wall trying desperately to come to terms
in my own mind with what had happened.

I could hear all the voices in deep conversation in
the inner office but eventually when I tried to focus
on what they were saying the sound was too muffled and
I was none the wiser. They were in there for ages.
Some times a junior legal aid would leave on some
errand and return later. On one occasion a legal clerk
came out of the inner office carrying a folder and
stopped and looked at us. Sensing he was looking Ed
raised his head and asked "Can I help you?" The clerk
asked who of us was Edward Carter and who was Thomas
Carter. Ed replied before I could, that he was Edward
and pointing to me said "And that's Thomas".

Strangely that was it, the clerk just grunted
acknowledgement and walked on out of the office,
returning some 30 minutes later with the folder tucked
under his arm. This time I noticed the folder had a
big red state seal stamp and the words Indenture
authorisation stamped in red across the front of the
file. I was sure that was not there before. I presumed
wrongly at that time that it was dad's paperwork.

Eventually around one o'clock the inner office door
opened and I heard dads lawyer say to mum that he
would see her at the estate at 3.30pm when the Federal
liquidators had advised they would be arriving to take
possession of all the assets He reminded mum to have
the paid estate staff assembled at 3.30pm so he could
finalise their employment and that the estate overseer
should prepare all the slave's ready for transport to
the Tallahatchie County Servitude Processing Centre by
3.30pm as well.

Our poor staff I though breaking my mind momentarily
from its deep despondency about dad. They are being
sold off or retrenched.

What about us was my next though?

No servants, no house, were we totally poor? Did mum
have money or was it all gone?

I should have been worrying about dad and what he must
have been going through at that very moment below
where we stood, but suddenly I was not, I was worried
about myself and the shame and humiliation of being
poor.

The media had mostly left by now but there were a few
photographers still outside the courthouse who tried
to take our pictures and so we hurried to our Bentley,
which was waiting to pick us up. The servant chauffer
briefly turned around as soon as were on our way and
addressing mum, said "I'm so sorry mam about Master
Carter, he was a good master."

Now slaves are not supposed to speak unless they are
spoken to or unless seeking direction. However how
could you chastise a servant for saying that, so mum
just smiled and said "Thank you Henry, I appreciate
your thoughts".

After a while Ed asked mum the question I am sure we
all wanted to ask. "Mum what's going to happen now?"

Mum was quite for a long while, then, she turned to Ed
and said she had made special arrangements for the
care of us all. Dad and her had prepared the
arrangements earlier in the week and now that the
trial had turned out worse than dad had planned, she
had decided that as the sole parent of us three boys
(dad being enslaved for life was now legally not our
father and mum was instantly divorced) to put those
arrangements into action.

Mum said "when the family lawyer calls this afternoon
at 3.30pm he would have all the information, the good
thing about what your dad and I have planned is that
we will all be cared for and looked after, one way or
the other. In fact in some ways we are better off with
your dad being indentured than if he had only been
fined"

I remember wondering immediately what "one way or the
other" meant and how could dads indenturement possibly
be better for us, however before I could ask, mum said
"now that's enough questions, I'm in no mood to talk,
I have a splitting headache and I need to think, so
please for the remainder of the trip home leave me in
peace".

It was about 1.45 when we pulled into the drive of
`Prosperity'. There was a small media throng outside
the front gate, but none came onto the property.

Mr Harris our overseer met us at the house and he
accompanied mum inside. We were told by mum to go to
our rooms but to assemble outside the servant's
quarters by 3.25pm so we could farewell the staff and
servants as the Federal liquidators took ownership.

Just as we turned to head off to our rooms, mum added,
"Oh Jim, I want to see you alone at 3.10pm in the
study please".

Jim asked "Why mum" but she either did not hear or
choose to ignore his question and immediately said "Mr
Harris in the study please we have much to organise
before the liquidators arrive at 3.30pm."

As we walked to our wing of the house Jim asked "Shit
what have I done guys?" We both shrugged our shoulders
and said "Dunno".

Raymond was waiting in his anti room and on hearing us
approach took his position outside of the room. Like
our chauffer he spoke first this time

"I'm sorry about your father, masters".

He seemed genuinely upset; in fact I then noticed his
eyes were red from rubbing. It amased me a slave
servant would be so moved, he was after all just a
slave not even a free citizen.

Ed like mum before him said "Thanks I know we all
appreciate your thoughts".

None of us felt much like talking after the day's
events and we all went straight off to our own rooms,
so that in our own ways we could come to terms with
what had befallen us.

In my case, in my room alone for the first time, the
enormity of what had happened hit me. I curled up on
my bed, tucked my knees up onto my chest and the tears
and emotions just overflowed. I just cried and cried,
called out "dad, oh dad" and let the emotions sweep
over me. I was so upset that I didn't hear Raymond
enter my suit or come to my bedroom door. The first I
knew of his presence was when I heard him ask "Master
Thomas are you all right"

"Fucking hell no I'm not and who gave you permission
to speak to me or enter my room" I screamed at him.

His face showed a look of shock, then he said "Sorry
Master Thomas I was only concerned for you"

I looked up at him, our eyes met and all my anger at
him instantly defused. I could see in those eyes that
he was genuinely concerned for me, far more so than my
mother had shown.

"Oh Raymond, please forgive me" I replied

He came over to me and totally unexpectantly he hugged
me.

I was speechless, Raymond had never touched me, no one
touched me, not even my mother except for a slight
peck of a kiss on my cheeks in the mornings some
times. Dad only ever shook my hand he never hugged me.
Now my servant was holding me close, I could feel his
firm muscular body against mine. I could feel the
comforting feelings surging from his body to mine. I
had never experienced such feelings of warmth, of
love. I should have reported him for touching me but I
didn't want that at all, what I wanted was for him to
keep hugging me; I put my arms around him and hugged
him back.

As we stood there hugging my emotions surged again and
the tears flowed, I sobbed and sobbed. Raymond just
held me tight.

"There, there Master Thomas it will be alright. I am
here to serve you sir" said Raymond.

That bought another burst of tears and sobs out of me
before gaining a semblance of composure I replied "No
Raymond you won't, I know the liquidators are taking
all the slaves away at 3.30pm this afternoon for
resale. I'm loosing you too Raymond"

I felt his body tighten, I looked up into his eyes
again and could see the fear, the same look of fear I
had seen earlier in my dads eyes.

"I shouldn't have told you that, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to alarm you Raymond" I said.

He just hugged me tighter, I could feel it, he could
feel it, at that moment he needed me and I needed him.
We weren't master and servant we were companions in
need of comfort.

We edged ourselves over to my bed and we sat
side-by-side, arms around each other's shoulders,
holding each other tight still, saying nothing.

Eventually I said " Raymond?"

"Yes master" he replied

I'm sorry for this morning, I realise now that was so
wrong of me, I treated you like a slave not a servant"

I felt a tight squeeze then Raymond said "You should
not apologise Master Thomas, it is your right to
correct my behaviour.

"No Raymond, you really did nothing wrong, you were
worried in your own way about the trial just as we
were, and it was wrong of me to expect that not to
have some effect on you. I now know it was totally
unreasonable for me to expect you to go on with you
duties as if nothing was happening. Look at your
situation now, your being sold off after spending all
your life here with us. You have no say over this and
that is so unfair."

It was a defining moment in my life, all my previous
prejudices were thrown out, slaves were not just some
lesser animal. They were human beings with feelings
and emotions, I now realised this. My dad was now a
slave; he deserved my compassion and love still, just
as much as before he was enslaved.

I looked at Raymond and to my own amazement I
confessed to him "The truth is Raymond, this morning I
was glad Ed punished you because I wanted to see you
naked."

I felt his hug soften, his body react to my comment,
was he drawing away from me?

Quickly I added "I know that was wrong, totally wrong.
This morning I could see you were embarrassed and I
enjoyed your embarrassment and humiliation. I even
made it worse by making you go back to your quarters
naked, so all the other servants could see you naked.
That was so wrong; I should suffer for doing that to
you. How can I ever make that up to you before your
taken away, I'm so sorry Raymond I've been so terrible
to you"

`It is your right master Thomas, you did nothing
wrong" Raymond replied.

"Oh yes I did and you know it. You wanted to say so
this morning but your training worked, you bit your
tongue, I saw you, don't deny it Raymond. What I did
might be right by law but it was not right by moral
decency. My father always treated all his servants
with decency, I broke that trust, I'm not worthy to be
your master Raymond"

As I look back on this conversation it amazes me that
at 14, I could all of a sudden come to such mature
views. I think dads trial had been the catalyst and
unlocked a door in my mind, which once opened could
not be shut ever again and has lead me to where I am
today.

"Master" said Raymond, "You are now more than ever
deserving of being my master. The truth is Master
Thomas, up until this moment I have always resented
you, with your wealth and easy life style. I had none
of this, my fife was all work and service for you
boys, so that you could enjoy your wealth and
position. Now Master Thomas all I want is to serve you
and I can't, life is so unfair to a servant."

"Raymond you can't imagine how much that last comments
means to me. No one since my servant nanny has really
cared for me. My parents were to busy too show me much
true love and you and your predecessors always were
reserved as a servant should be. To know that now all
you want to do is serve me is almost overwhelming."

An hour ago there was no way I would have talked like
this to anyone let alone a servant, now I was
confessing and discussing my deepest emotions with
Raymond.

There was a knock on my suite door and I sent Raymond
to answer it. I could hear Mr Harris talking to
Raymond. "There you are boy; I've been looking all
over for you. Bad news boy, you need to be assembled
by 3.20pm out side the servant's quarters, ready for
transporting to auction. I'm afraid all the old
masters assets are being sold off, along with a few of
the mistresses assets as well", he chuckled at that
last comment. "You'll be naked and bring nothing with
you, your new masters will take care of your needs
from now on. Understand?"

"Yes sir" Raymond replied.

As the door closed I heard Raymond curse "Fucking
shit."

Till a few minutes ago I would have had him punished
for such an outburst, now I called him back to my bed,
pulled him towards me and grabbed him tight.

I'm a very modest shy boy, as I've said, but things
quickly developed that all my modesty could not stop.

We hugged each other, both empty and frightened inside
our souls, but as we hugged the warmth of Raymond's
body next to mine, the smell of his clean well-kept
body, the desire to be loved by the one person who
said he really cared for me, before he left me
forever, overcame all my modesty.

I reached for Raymond's tunic and pulled it over his
head. I pulled down his shorts and underpants, his
semi erect penis plopped into view, I slid off his
sandals and began running my hands over his
wonderfully smooth warm body.

Raymond didn't know what to do, I could see he wanted
to do the same to me but I was a master. Realising
this I did what I never thought I could do. I ignored
my excessive modesty and took off my school shirt, my
shoes and socks, my shorts and then with a moments
pause to gather my nerve, I lowered my boxers.

Raymond smiled as his eyes surveyed what no one had
seen for years. I blushed beet red. He took me into
his arms and whispered into my ears, "Don't blush I
think your hairless body is beautiful".

I smiled then gasped as his fingers stroked my erect
penis, then ran down to my balls and fondled the
smooth tight sack that lay exposed for the first time.


The feeling was unbearable, no masturbation I had ever
done felt this good. The feel of naked skin on naked
skin was so sensual, all my nerves felt like they were
electric charged, his touch was almost unbearable. My
penis was harder than I had ever felt it, all three
and a half inches pointing straight out as little boy
dicks do.

Raymond's penis was now also fully erect. It was of
average size as I was to learn later in life, being
about 5 inches when fully erect, but to me it was
huge, it was also so much thicker than my little boy
cock. Like wise his ball sack was hanging where as
mine was still a tight little package tucked under my
penis and his balls were so much larger than my poor
marble sized excuses for manhood.

All my modesty was swept away as we cuddled together
on my bed. Raymond kissed my neck then ran the kisses
down my chest to my nipples, I squirmed, I had never
realised how sensitive they were, the feel of his
tongue circling around my erect nipples had me moaning
with pleasure, all my concerns were lost at that
moment, I existed only for now. The pleasure was
intoxicating.

He kissed down my chest past my belly button till he
reached my erect penis, oh the sheer pleasure, He
opened his mouth and swallowed my dick. I orgasmed
that very moment, the feeling was indescribable.
Pleasure and ecstasy pulsated through my body, like
nothing I had ever experienced. There was no cum, I
was not yet capable of this and I sensed in Raymond's
reaction a bit of surprise then regret, I think he
wanted to have part of me in him. Some sort of lasting
memento of this wonderful time together, as we strove
to forget the abyss that was about to separate us in
less than an hour.

Raymond showed me how to make love to his body. He
gently guided me through the actions that he knew gave
him great pleasure. He was a great teacher, loving and
patient. He told me the servants often fucked in the
servant's quarters, I was shocked and he laughed at
the look on my face. "Think about it master Thomas, we
live separated from the female servants, and a man
needs his relief, isn't this so much better than
jacking yourself off?"

"I wouldn't know about that Raymond' I replied.

He looked at me and burst out laughing "You don't
think I've heard you moaning away in your rooms some
afternoons after school? Why lately it's been almost
every afternoon, even your brothers have stopped and
smirked on occasions. Of course they are no angels
either Master"

Again I just blushed beet red, my most private
actions, that I thought were my deepest secret were
common knowledge.

"They do it to?" I asked

"Yes master, that and a lot more, master, you didn't
know master?"

"Know what Raymond?' I asked

"That first master Edward and later master James often
have had me service them just as your father sometimes
had me do, as I'm trained to do?"

"Serviced?"

"You mean ..." Raymond nodded; I blushed, my modesty
showing again.

"Yes master" but you have never asked for it, they
did.

He could see that I was genuinely shocked at this news
about my brothers, my father and Raymond's own
actions.

"It was my duty as their servant, master, it was not
like what we just shared. With them it was my duty,
they ordered me master, and with you it was much more
and very different".

I didn't know what to think of the actions of my
brothers or this new revelation about my father, no
wonder Ed hesitated for a moment this morning before
agreeing to punish Raymond, but all I wanted at that
moment was for us to stay with our bodies wrapped
together on my bed. I didn't want to spoil the few
minutes left by talking about such things.

Soon however it was nearly 3pm, so reluctantly we had
to separate.

I said to Raymond as he walked out of my bedroom and
my life "I'll never forget you Raymond and if in the
future I can afford it, I'll find you and buy you back
Raymond, I promise".

He turned, smiled and said, "I'd like that very much
master".


End Chapter 3