Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2006 05:21:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 6

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


Chapter 6: Look forward not back.

I had a terrible nights sleep!

First there was my new servant's collar. I was not
used to wearing one and no matter which way I lay it
felt uncomfortable, then there was what had happened
to me today, plus the shock of my new extended family,
my fathers sexual perversions, the bunks in the cell
were of bare hard timber with no padding, I had only
one miserably thin, almost worn out blanket to keep my
naked body warm and some of the men in the adjoining
cells snored horribly loud or even worse fucked each
other making crude groans and moans. Did they have no
modesty?

Enough reasons?

As I lay there awake, I could see from where I was
lying, through the cell bars into Ed's cell. He was
sleeping at the foot of Raymond, midway along the long
top bunk bench of the three that ran the length of the
back wall of the cell. There had been some attempts to
haze Ed too but Raymond with the help of a few of our
older ex servants had put a stop to that quickly as
well.

Some time late in the night weariness over took me and
I dosed off, only to awaken far too soon due to
someone climbing onto the bunk with me. Before I could
rouse myself properly, I felt my blanket lifted and a
cool body snuggle into my own body.

"Shit its cold, are you awake" It was Peter

"I am now, what are you doing?" I replied

"Can I cuddle you? I'm freezing my balls off in here.
Let's share our blankets and use our bodies to warm
up" Peter stated.

Now up until the last day there was no way with my
modesty I would have laid in a bed with any guy and
certainly not a servant. But things had changed
greatly and Peter's suggestion made sense. Even though
I had drifted off into a sleep, I realised I too was
cold, the thought of two blankets and the warmth of
our bodies huddled together was very enticing. I
hadn't forgiven Peter for earlier but what the heck, I
wanted warmth.

"Turn and face the wall" Peter said

I did as I was asked and felt Peter's body draw itself
close to my body, shaping itself around the contours
of my body.

I was now wide awake and not a little aroused, thank
heavens my penis was facing the wall so Peter wouldn't
know, however I began to sense that Peters penis was
equally aroused and sticking into the space between my
bum crack. I remember thinking `don't move Thomas'. I
didn't and prayed Peter wouldn't either.

We lay there quite for a few minutes then Peter broke
the silence by asking

"Have you forgiven me for picking on you this
afternoon?"

"No" I replied, "What do you expect, you hurt me and
treated me like shit"

"Yeah, just like I've been treated serving your
family", Peter replied with a bitter tone in his
voice.

"I never did anything to you" I pleaded.

"Yeah exactly, I didn't even warrant a thought did I,
we share the same father yet you didn't even take the
time to find that out, did you?"

"Peter, I didn't know my father was like that, how do
you think that makes me feel? My dads been indentured
into service for life today, I have been abandoned by
my mother and indentured into service for fifteen
years, I find out my father has had all these other
kids, my half brothers of a sorts, I know your not
legally my half brother but still by blood you are.
I'm totally confused and scared Peter and your
childish efforts earlier didn't help".

Nothing, not a sound, not a movement, had I said too
much?

Then, Peter's hand came over the side of my body and
he pulled me tighter in towards him.

"I'm sorry Thomas; I wanted to feel the power this
afternoon. You haven't been a servant long enough to
know what it's like having to serve a master. The
spankings and canings for the smallest error, the
total lack of control or power you have as a servant.
Then there you stood, naked before me, I just wanted
to feel the power of ordering you, one of my former
masters around. To make you feel so small so totally
humiliated, the feeling of revenge was so good Thomas.
If Raymond hadn't stopped me I would have done far
worse." Peter stated

"Perhaps" said Peter "I would have regretted it later
when I came to my senses. Raymond has always been
saving me from myself. He's been the best brother a
guy could have and now I'm going to loose him, we will
be sold and separated."

"Fuck our father for bringing this on both of us
Thomas. Don't waste time feeling pity for him, I
don't, if he had managed his company properly we all
would have had far more secure lives in our own ways,
even though I hated my own life with you, it was
probably better than I am going to get now. Fuck,
fuck, fuck!" Peter exclaimed with deep bitterness and
resentment.

I just lay there for ages and took in Peter's feelings
and thought over what he had said before I replied,
"Ok ... Ok, I forgive you Peter, ok? Now please let's
try to get some sleep!" This was a way too deep a
conversation for me especially at this early hour of
the morning.

Morning came too soon, the warmth of Peter next to me
was so comforting I just wanted to lie there but soon
guards aroused us. All the Carter slaves were called
out by name into the hallway from all the holding
cells and herded along till we came to a large room.
In the room Ed and I were separated from the other
servants and taken into an adjoining room.

"Edward and Thomas Carter?" a matronly middle aged
woman asked

"Yes mam" Ed replied.

"A good try young man, `Mam yes mam' would be totally
correct but I like your effort, please take a seat
boys"

"I'm Inspector Blackmoore from the Department of
Homeland Security; Federal Bureau of Servitude and as
your indenture was under federal jurisdiction I have
been assigned to oversee your introductory training
here at the Tallahatchie County Servitude Processing
Centre. We only have today to teach you the basics as
your auction is on tomorrow at eleven am".

She lowered her head and read the two files located in
front of her. This took over half an hour, I could see
the clock on the wall, there was nothing else to do
but sit and wait. I thought about how strange it was
sitting here totally naked in front of a strange
woman. I almost felt no pangs of modesty anymore and I
had only been an indentured servant for less than 24
hours.

At one point Ed reached over and took my hand,
squeezed it and kept hanging on. Inspector Blackmoore
noticed Ed's actions and I began to worry we would we
be in trouble, but she said nothing and went back to
reading the files, but I'm sure I saw a faint smile on
her face. When she was again focused on the files I
glanced over to Ed and smiled. He looked terrible,
maybe I did too, but throughout the last twenty four
hours I had actually been loved more than I had in all
my previous life. That love was coating some of the
fear and resentment I should have been feeling, Ed on
the other hand looked totally miserable and broken.

Eventually Inspector Blackmoore said "Well boys what
can I say to you to help you out in all of this?"

Then she paused, thought through something in her head
then said "You've come from a life of total privilege
to indentured servitude; it must seem to you like your
entering hell for the next fifteen years. And the
honest answer to that is, yes, it could be hell.
Indentured servitude is what you make of it, it does
not have to be hell, and in fact it can be a totally
rewarding experience. It's up to you boys and the
attitude you take into it with you. Fight the fact
that your servant's, look for all the injustices and
wrongs that will occur and there will be resentment
and your time as servants will be hell".

"If I can give you no other advice boys and I will try
to help you in as many ways as I can today, this is
the thing you must try to take with you. Accept you
are servants for the next fifteen years, don't look
back on the past it, will only embitter you, look
forward and serve your masters with 100% effort and
you will find your servitude rewarding. Remember it is
a Masters duty to discipline and maintain order in
their households and it is a servant's duty to serve,
it is right and just that as a servant, you need hard
work, regular hours, discipline, direction,
supervision and lawful punishment if you step out of
line. In fact at the end of their time many servants
volunteer again to serve, because they feel so
fulfilled in serving under these conditions".

Well what could I say after that speech, so I said the
obvious "Mam yes man", Ed followed suit.

Inspector Blackmoore looked over the brim of her
glasses and gave a faint smile "Heavy, hey boys, but
its no idle speech, I want you boys to settle in
quickly, so take in what I said and the first time you
step out of line remember what I said and adjust your
attitude, you'll save yourselves many a good caning".

The rest of the day was tiring and not without its
fair share of slaps with the cane across both our
naked buttocks. Inspector Blackmoore for all her
compassion was still a master and disciplining errant
servants in training was her rightful duty as she
regularly informed us just before a caning.

We were taught exactly how to stand, how to speak, how
to serve and very embarrassingly how to service our
masters. Both Ed and I had to give one of the local
guards a blow job under instruction from Inspector
Blackmoore, I was up first and I gagged, dry reached
and received the worst caning of the day for my
rudeness. I was then made to practise again on a
second guard, much to his enjoyment and my
humiliation, till I was judged satisfactory. Ed
suspiciously looked like he had done it all before and
passed the first time around, just how much had he and
Raymond done?

I may have got the biggest caning of the day but poor
Ed suffered the worst humiliation. I was prepubescent
so when it came to preparing our bodies for the
auction tomorrow I was already hairless from neck to
toe. Ed was not and had to stand there in front of me
and Inspector Blackmoore whilst some slaves shaved his
small patch of pit hairs, inspected his chest but
found nothing but baby fuzz then shaved off his
lightly haired happy trail, before trimming then
shaving off his reasonably thick pubic bush and
shaving his ball sack smooth. Finally they shaved his
legs where he had some hair starting to grow on his
lower legs and ended by shaving his arse crack smooth.
When they had finished poor Ed looked so much younger,
though his penis and balls were much bigger than mine
and after his shaving session they were very erect
which seemed to add to his total humiliation.

Thankfully our head hair was judged satisfactory for
the auction with only minor trimming, Inspector
Blackmoore informing us both that it was better to
leave some hair on the head as different Masters liked
to do different things to servant's hair and if it was
cut too short it could spoil a possible sale.

We were told the laws governing indentured servants
were strict and inflexible so do not break them unless
we were into pain and suffering, however the same laws
also laid down basic protections for slaves, which the
Federal Bureau of Servitude fastidiously upheld by
regular inspections.

 Ed was over 16 and was of age, so his masters could
use him fully for sex; however they could not
permanently maim, brand, starve, imprison in
confinement for longer than 3 days or administer
punishment over the prescribed daily and weekly
maximums without court approval. For me being still 14
there were restrictions on my sexual use. I was
relieved to find out that no one was allowed up my
arse till I was sixteen; as well any Master that took
me on had to maintain me with access to basic
schooling until I was sixteen.

This Inspector Blackmoore said would mean I was not as
sort after as Ed and thus I would not fetch as much as
Ed would at auction tomorrow. She even offered the
passing comment that the reason our brother Jim was
not joining us was probably due to the fact that he
would be worth even less and even harder to auction
off because he had to be kept even longer at school.

By the end of the day when we joined our cell mates
again for dinner, I was exhausted and like Ed had a
very sore rear end that made relaxing very
uncomfortable. I had never ever been spanked until
till yesterday, now it seemed that every hour bought a
new lashing with the cane. I could hear the teasing Ed
got from all the servants in his cell as he walked in.
There was no hiding the red cane marks on his newly
indentured rear end or the totally bald body. Even
Raymond made a comment to him about "How did it feel
to be a fully fledged servant"?

Only Peter and the two non Carter boys remained in our
cell this night. Peter said the guards had, on
processing all the paperwork reassigned the young
Carter servants, my half brothers as I now thought of
them, to family cells with their mothers, but that he
was too old being over 11 years of age and would be
staying. There was some humanity in the world I
thought, though. I also felt a pang of jealousy, the
younger boys had some one who loved them with them
tonight, I only had Ed and maybe Raymond and we were
separated by steel bars.

Peter the little shit, just wanted company and asked
question after question about my day all through
eating our dinner of slave chow, till eventually I had
to plead "Come on Peter, I'm really tired, please come
lie with me and lets get some sleep" It was an offer
he couldn't refuse.

To my surprise and relief Peter cuddled up to me and
was soon making mild purring sounds as he fell into
deep sleep before my tired body drifted the same way.
I liked the feel of his body next to mine but my sore
bottom meant that it was not as comfortable as the
previous night and it took me a while to drift off
even though I was dead tired.

Again the morning was bought on by guards awakening us
from our slumber. After a breakfast of a porridge like
substance was eaten, all the servants were taken out
of their holding cells marched to the shower room and
we were made to wash. It felt so good to be clean.

I had never been to a slave auction before so I didn't
know what to expect. I was placed back in our cell for
many hours and I watched as the other cells were
emptied out. A few servants came back and were put in
their cells again, some of the experienced servants
from our estate told me through the bars that those
returning hadn't been sold and would have to wait till
the next auction.

It was then that a new fear hit me.

I realised that when the turn of Ed and Raymond's cell
came and if they were sold, I would never see them
again. You would think that with all that had happened
to me in the last 48 hours that I would cope with this
new fear, but I didn't. I broke down completely.

I was inconsolable. Nothing Ed, Raymond anyone could
do or say had any effect on me. I was about to be
totally alone and I could not cope with that thought.

I contemplated ending it all right then, I had nothing
to live for, except pain and humiliation. Death for
the first time in my young life seemed the best
option, but there was nothing to end my life with. I
guess in hind sight it was a not too uncommon a
feeling for many a newly indentured servant and so we
were deliberately kept naked with only the flimsiest
of blankets and nothing more than a light weight
plastic spoon was ever given us to eat with.

When I even failed to respond to several severe cane
strokes from a couple of the guards my totally
distressed state was obviously noted, for the next
thing I knew Inspector Blackmoore and a young man who
looked to be in his early thirties were sitting beside
me on the bunk. The inspector said `Remember what I
said Thomas, look forward not back". Then she hugged
me.

Her hug didn't end my bitter despondency but it did
give me some little sense that not all was foul with
the world. The man accompanying her smiled at me and
asked what exactly was making me so unhappy?

I replied through my sobs that I was never going to
see Ed or Raymond ever again. They were being
auctioned soon and would be taken away by their new
masters.

The man asked who Raymond was, and after I gained
enough composure to tell him about Raymond, I then
pointed him out to her through the bars. He was still
standing there with Ed, looking gravely concerned for
me.

The man introduced himself as Dr Learner, a child
Psychologist who was attached to the centre and then
turned to the Inspector and beckoned with his head
towards Raymond and Ed in the next cell.

Inspector Blackmoore immediately told the guard that
had fetched her to bring Raymond and Ed around to my
cell.

Without thinking I hugged her tight and then shook Dr
Learners hand and said "Thank you, thank you so much"

Inspector Blackmoore half-heartedly admonished me for
improper behaviour to a Master, but began blushing, so
she quickly turned to the guard and said "Leave them
here together till its time for their auction" and she
beat a quick retreat out of the cell, followed by Dr
learner who had a huge grin across his face.

It was a simple act of kindness that was not by "the
book', but it took my mind off my abject misery. I may
never have been going to forget the past days but like
wise I will never forget Inspector Blackmoore and dr
Learner for that act of pity and kindness.

We had less than an hour together before Ed and
Raymond's cell were called for auction but we made
good use of our limited time. I hugged Ed tightly the
moment he came in and Raymond did the same with his
brother Peter. Ed was my brother, I could do nothing
more but feel our love in that tight embrace but at
that same moment I realised, I really wanted more and
that Raymond could give me that.

Stuff my modesty; I thought, let the whole world see
how I longed for Raymond.

After a long hug with Ed where nothing was said but
much was conveyed, I beckoned Raymond over from Peter
and taking a blanket, we cuddled down on the bench.

I noticed once as I glanced momentarily away from
Raymond, Ed and Peter looking at us in disbelief. I
don't think they thought I had it in me to do such a
thing. The next time I glanced across Ed and Peter
were sitting further along the bench quietly talking,
I suspect about Raymond and I. After that I focussed
fully on Raymond happy that I was getting some love
out of this last brief meeting before our permanent
separation.

For the last time I felt Raymond's firm pecks, erect
nips, tight stomach and arse, his smooth pubes and his
erect penis. I too was erect and we stroked each other
gently and lovingly to a mutual climax. For a few
brief moments the utter pain of our imminent
separation was forgotten as an overwhelming flush of
love and pleasure swept all worldly concerns away.


End Chapter 6