Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2005 01:59:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Modest Servant Chapter 5

Here's the fifth chapter of my story which I'd be
grateful if you'd run in gay/male/authoritarian.
Thanks,


A Modest Servant

By Steam Train   ( steam_t2000@yahoo.com )

Chapter 5: Sold.

I sat alone in our cell with Peter and the other two boys. The other
cells were deathly quite and mostly deserted. It was now obvious that us
younger children were going to be the last to be auctioned off. Since Ed
and Raymond had left no one felt like talking even the two young boys had
fallen silent, sensing our immanent auction.

I don't know what I was expecting but when our time came, it came as
almost a relief after the long wait.

We were lead down the hall from our cell and joined along the way  by a
group of younger teenage girls from another cell along with some girls
who looked like they were between 9 and 11 years old. One thing we all
had in common was the look of fear in our faces. If I hadn't been so
shit scared I would have enjoyed the sight of all these totally naked
girls exposed for my eyes to enjoy.

We entered a large semi circular room with tiered seating and were placed
by the guards on markers spread along the floor. The room was obviously
designed for a lot more servants than the 12 of us that stood there
blushing in front of the dressed public that sat amongst the tiered
seating. Even the public seating was sparsely occupied, though by the
rubbish that was on the vacant seats and scattered around the floor, the
room had been much fuller earlier in the day. Guess servants of our age
were just not of as much interest as older servants. Mrs Blackmoore had
intimated as much the day before I thought to myself.

The announcer ordered us to take our positions and then invited the
public wishing a closer inspection to make their way down to the sale
floor for the next ten minutes.

I am sure most of those who came onto the floor only came to have a close
gawk at our naked bodies. Where else was it free and totally legal to
look at early teen and pre teen bodies and even feel those bodies with
the full consent of authority. There were even a few "free" teenage
boys accompanying their fathers who showed obvious delight in lauding
their free status over us servants cowering there before them. It was
just another humiliating experience that added to my large and still
growing sense of loss of status. Standing there in the semi circle of the
sales floor I felt like an item of property not a human being. The people
inspecting me treated me just like an item of property as well. They
showed no regard to my feelings; it was as if wearing a collar instantly
took away all my human rights, which in hindsight I now realise it did.

After the ten minutes was up, each of us in term was put up for auction
individually. But as the lights to the public area had been dimmed and
the lights raised on the sale floor I found it difficult to see whom was
bidding for me. The glow from the computer screens in front of each
bidders seat, where the bidders placed their electronic bids, cast an
unworldly glow across the public areas.

There were not too many bidders for me, that I could tell. It seemed from
the auctioneers voice as he received the electronic bids that there were
three bidders to start with, then only two and finally only one bidder
was left unchallenged from a counter bid. I did hear the voice of one of
the teenagers from the audience urging his dad "Come on dad I really
want that servant" but no additional bid was forthcoming and finally the
auctioneers hammer was heard and the auctioneer called out "Sold to
number 417"

Peter who was auctioned later than me attracted more bidders before being
sold I think to the bidder with the son who had wanted me but missed out
and at a price greater than myself, which funny as it may seem made me
feel very jealous. I guess he was experienced and I was not but still I
was older, there were less years of schooling to be paid for if you
bought me, yet they were willing to pay more for him than for me!

The two young guys who shared the cell with me for the last two nights
went very cheaply only one bid being received for each of them.

417 bought neither Peter nor the two other boys. In fact 417 only bought
me at this session.

When the auction was over we were marched out into a processing room. Two
young girls who looked about ten, who had not been sold were taken back
off to their cells looking bewildered. The rest of us were checked off
against the auction register and in my case the numbers 417 written
across my left breast.

I was given a pair of khaki shorts and along with all the other sold
servants taken into a large holding room that was half full of servants
and a large contingent of guards to prevent any disruptive behaviour. I
sat down on one of the long timber benches and from time to time a number
was called out and all servants branded with that number were ordered to
report to the head guards desk and were signed for I guess, by their new
owners.

 After about fifteen minutes by the clock on the wall above the head
guard's desk, I felt a tap on my shoulder and looking up their stood Ed.
I felt a flush of happiness again and was rising to greet him when I
noticed 417 written on his left breast. My flush of happiness turned to
sheer joy as I realised Ed had been bought by the same owner, I think he
realised the same thing at the same time as he said out aloud "You're a
417 also".

"I am Ed, I am" I cried out, before embracing Ed in a huge bear hug.

"What about Raymond" I asked.

Ed's smile faded and he said "Sorry he's gone with his new owner
number 132 already".

I expected this to happen but the strange fate of Ed and myself had
raised just the faintest glimmer of hope, now that hope was smashed and
the reality of my situation crushed down on me again.

Ed then said "Did you see dad?"

"You mean dad's here" I replied my feelings rising again

"He was, before they took him away he was auctioned earlier today and
bought by 064. Did you see him Tom, he only left like 20 minutes ago?"

"Shit no I didn't, I've only been in here like 15 minutes, I must have
just missed him. How is he?" I asked feeling bitterly disappointed.

"Looked bad man, probably good that you didn't see him like he was. The
guards have been hard on him; he was badly caned and was handcuffed and
shackled because he wasn't co-operative. He was in a real bad way,
looked like he had been badly broken of any will to resist. When I first
saw him he didn't recognise me, guess he wasn't expecting me to be a
servant either but when I came close to him he cowered away in fear, he
was not a pretty site Tom, I'm sorry to tell you."

417 never turned up to collect Ed or I, instead the head guard called out
"417" and when we both fronted his desk he gave us a khaki tee shirt to
put on and instructed us to go with a taxi driver who was waiting to
collect us. We were warned not to speak to the driver and not to try
anything stupid like escaping as our collars could be easily traced.

It was nice to be outside again. The day was waning fast and the light
was fading. Workers were beginning their journeys home as we fought our
way through the dense traffic that always clogged up Sydney in the peak
hours.

As I have said, the auction centre was in a part of Sydney I did not
know, however after a while some sights began to look familiar and then
very familiar. My heat pounded faster as we passed close by the Carter
mansion and then on to the very familiar route that we had taken every
school day to Holy Trinity Grammar School. When the taxi actually turned
into the HTGS grounds, I looked across at Ed, but he just shrugged his
shoulders.

The taxi pulled up at the main entrance to the school, an entrance that
even as free students we were not allowed to use. However the taxi driver
did not seem to be worried by this rule and preceded to usher us up the
steps and into the reception area. After brief words with the
receptionist she left and returned with Mr Norris the Deputy Headmaster
He signed the taxi drivers papers and took possession of a large envelope
that the head guard had given the taxi driver to deliver with us. The
taxi driver left and Mr Norris said "Follow me boys"

We walked down the corridor to his office, a walk that any HTGS student
feared. Mr Norris as the Deputy Headmaster was the disciplinarian for
major offences in the school, you did not wish to be sent to his office.
As we walked the corridor I could feel eyes looking at us in interest
from other offices. We were a source of curiosity, former pupils now
servants. My mind was racing through all the possibilities. Why were we
here? Had Mr Norris bought us?

He closed his office door behind us after we entered his office and went
and sat at his desk. We stood like two chastised schoolboys in front of
his desk awaiting our punishment.

"Why are you out of you uniform?" he asked in his usual very quite very
scary, very precise voice.

"Um well Sir ... Um... well...Um..." Ed tried to answer

"Speak up boys and stop this stuttering"

I decided it was my turn to try and answer and I said "Sir Mr Norris
Sir, this is all they gave us!"

He looked at me with a firm face, began to raise himself from his desk,
my heart raced the fear in me rose, then ....

Mr Norris burst out laughing!

Oh the relief, but Mr Norris never laughed, never ever joked ... did he? I
couldn't believe it, Mr Norris didn't have a humorous bone in his body
or so I thought up till now..

"Boys take a seat"

"Sir, thank you sir" we both replied almost simultaneously.

"mmmmmmmm well trained servants already I can see, maybe there is
something in this after all" he said with a half smile again.

"Right Edward and Thomas, I think you are owed an explanation for why
you are here, ok?

"Yes Sir, thank you sir" we replied.

He chuckled again then said. "Holy Trinity Grammar has never in its 140
year history ever had a student enslaved whilst still a student at this
school. There have been I am sad to say the odd past student that has
fallen foul of the law for one reason or the other and been indentured
into servitude, but never whilst a student and certainly never sold into
servitude by a parent. When the Headmaster heard of what had happened to
you he called an emergency meeting of the School Council and after some
debate the council were persuaded with the help of Justice Unwin who is a
Council member to authorise the Headmaster to purchase you both at
auction today."

There was deathly silence for a while as Ed and I took all this news in.
Justice Unwin who I had vowed to hate and never forgive had saved Ed and
myself! My whole being was thrown off by this news, how could I maintain
a hate for some one who had done what he had done for us?

My train of thought was broken when Ed asked "Sir does this mean we are
not servants any longer?"

"No boys, I'm sorry but it does not end your servitude. Your mother
holds the Primary Indenture, all we have bought is the sub indenture for
a period of fifteen years. It was her way of protecting you. You are
limited to domestic service, not hard labour or other even more
disgusting types of service and any change to that domestic service
status requires her authorisation through a court, but it also prevents
us from restoring your freedom. To be truthful boys if we could, we
wouldn't right now anyway. The school must be seen to be getting a
return on its investment. You will be special domestic servants here at
the school, serving both the headmaster, the bursar, the registrar and
myself as well as completing your studies here at the school."

Mr Norris went on to explain how we both would be expected to apply
ourselves to our studies and warned us that as indentured servants we
could expect to be punished by the schools servant overseer, to the full
extent that the law allowed if our results showed we had not applied
ourselves fully to our studies. As well before and after school we would
act as houseboys. Ed as houseboy to the Headmaster Mr Riley and me to Mr
Norris. Occasionally we might be asked to assist the Bursar and the
Registrar as well.

My initial enthusiasm at being bought by HTGS was quickly waning. I was
not the most brilliant student and this new academic excellence
requirement left me with a feeling that my backside was going to be well
caned, red and sore.

The school did employ servants who maintained the grounds, cleaned,
cooked or did building maintenance, but as they were all older it was
decided inappropriate that we should sleep in the servants barracks and
so it had been decided that Ed and I would sleep in a spare bedroom in Mr
Norris's residence. Both the Headmaster and the Deputy  Headmaster had
residences on the grounds. The Headmaster had a family, a wife, a son and
a daughter who had both graduated from HTGS and were at University but
still living at home and a second daughter who was Ed's age and also
like Ed, in year 11 at HTGS.

Mr Norris on the other hand was a bachelor. Up until now he had lived
alone in his residence.

In class Mr Norris told us to expect some discrimination. As servants we
would be looked down on by many of the students, especially as most of
the HTGS students would have servants at home and would not be used to
sitting in a room and working with a servant on near equal footing. It
had been decided by the headmaster that to avoid any undue disruption and
to ease our passage back into class, that the back right desk in each
room we used for lessons would be reserved first for servants. Which of
course meant only Ed and I and as we were in different years it meant we
would be sitting alone unless a free student wished to sit next to us.
Some chance of that I thought!

We were instructed about our status as servants and how that related to
the free students. That famous American phrase was stated to us by Mr
Norris in Aussie terms "You can't be friends with a servant remember
that boys, you are here to serve but whilst in school hours you are only
to accept orders from a staff member. Any student who attempts to order
you around because of your status is to be referred to me. I will
determine what is a fair and reasonable request and also when and if such
a request is appropriate. Most times it won't be boys I can tell you
that now. However remember you are a servant of this school and ANY
disrespect to free students or adults will be dealt with swiftly and
thoroughly with the severe punishment such disrespect deserves. So mind
your tongue and attitude and just refer any request or order given to you
that you are uncertain about, politely to me, understand?"

"Yes sir Mr Norris, sir " we replied.


"Good, well the last few days must have been very traumatic for you so,
tonight I am going to give you a night off. I will take you and show you
your room, you can shower and clean up and you will find some clothes in
the room, which we think will fit you. Three sports uniforms, one for
school and two for wearing around as you perform your duties before and
after school. There are also two sets of school uniform for you to wear
in school and when you are required to dress more formally in performing
your duties as houseboys before and after school. I will organise some
underwear tomorrow for you. Ok follow me" Mr Norris instructed.

It may not have been my private suite at the our former house but the
bedroom in Mr Norris's residence was very comfortable. The two single
beds were firm and inviting, there was a four-draw chest for us to put
our clothes away in between our beds and two school desks had been placed
opposite the beds for Ed and I to work at. There was however no TV,
stereo or computer.

 Maybe that would come later, I hoped at the time, after all there had
not been much time to organise things. My hopes would soon be dashed, as
Mr Norris was a firm task master and felt the need for TV's etc was only
a distraction to our studies. However we were allowed to sit with him and
watch the boring nightly news as this he considered a vital part of our
education. I was never interested in the news at home and when on the
second night I was late, showing my disinterest, I copped a severe verbal
berating from Mr Norris and was ordered to front the overseer the next
afternoon for two lashes of the cane. The following night I was waiting
for the news to start and listened intently as I stood watching the half
hour bulletin. My rear end too sore from the caning to sit.

I discovered that afternoon that the schools overseer Mr Lindrum was a
man of little words but very swift and strong action. His two strokes on
my naked buttocks were the worst pain I had experienced from any caning I
had yet received. The fact that I had to stand in front of the assembled
servant staff of the school and drop my track pants so that my little boy
privates were seen by all, added to my humiliation and resolve that I
would try my hardest not to be sent again to Mr Lindrum.

I obviously didn't try hard enough because the first week back at HTGS
saw me fronting up to Mr Lindrum every afternoon for punishment. Mr
Norris sent me for punishment as he found fault with my efforts in making
my bed. As well my attempts at house cleaning were abysmal. My ability at
ironing clothes was pathetic. My study technique non-existent. All
resulted in punishment sentences. I soon came to realise that my life at
HTGS was not going to be anything like it had before my indenture.

Too my utter humiliation on the second day I had to stand totally naked
after showering and was inspected by him, only to be told I had not
washed thoroughly and to wash again. He made no comment about my lack of
physical development but upon inspecting Ed he ordered Ed to shave
himself clean again like a servant should be presented and as there were
parts Ed could not reach to shave, I had to do the honours.

To my complete horror I got a boner shaving Ed, which both Ed and Mr
Norris noticed. I coped a lecture and a punishment for my penis's
behaviour from Mr Norris and later in our room, Ed was pissed off big
time that shaving him should turn me on so much. I mean what did he
expect, brother or no brother, feeling a guys naked body so intimately
especially shaving a guys ball sac has to a bit arousing surly. But
according to Ed I was a fag! Well I was for an hour or so then I was
forgiven.

In school was worse. None of my former friends would talk or have
anything to do with me. I was now a lesser being and as they had all been
warned about the consequences of misusing their free status to order me
about they choose thus to just pretend I didn't exist.

 It came to a head in science when the class was broken into pairs to
prepare a presentation on the reaction of metals to corrosive agents.
When I was paired with Jack Strauchan, he refused to work with me and
when the teacher insisted, Jack advised the teacher he wished to see the
Headmaster as Jacks father had advised him that he was to have nothing to
do with servants. Jack informed the teacher that his father was to be
called at work immediately. The stand off didn't last long as the
teacher backed down and saved face by saying he didn't have time for all
this time wasting, so for now Jack could work with Robert MacPherson and
he moved Roberts partner Marcus Espiritos to work with me.

Now I had never had much to do with Marcus. He had come to our school at
the beginning of the year from Canada though he was from Brazil
originally. He was quite and very polite, about 5 feet 7 inches tall and
had dark hair. He lived with his dad, his parents being separated and he
had been in trouble a bit, early on in the school year as he was not used
to wearing a uniform and his dress habits along with his longer than
allowed hair length had run him foul of the teachers a few times. He was
however a quick learner and soon settled in and I had not taken much
further notice of him except that I had noticed on several occasions he
had a most gorgeous smile. He didn't seem to make a lot of close friends
but was more one of those guys who lingered on the fringe of a number of
groups.

Marcus however seemed to have no prejudice against me. He willingly came
and sat with me, even saying hi. The looks he got from our fellow
classmates both male and female made me realise what a brave move this
was for Marcus and increased my sense of gratitude towards him that he
was willing to work with me.

Over the ensuing weeks Marcus became a close friend, ignoring the taunts
of his fellow students and standing by me in friendship. His actions were
not missed by teachers or by some other students. My faith in human
nature was again partially restored as at first a couple of year 11 and
12 girls came up to us, in the school yard and began talking to me about
how it felt to be made a servant and to Marcus about how they admired the
way he had not bowed to peer pressure. This small group eventually grew
to a group of about 50 students from all years, who would go out of their
way to show support to Ed and I. It made life at the school bearable.

Mr Norris rewarded Marcus for his close friendship with me, by being
allowed to come over for a few hours, one Sunday a month if I had been
good and Marcus' father allowed it, which he mostly did.

After all the previous fear and trepidation of what life held for me, I
began to settle into my new life as a servant houseboy and servant
student. As I learnt from my mistakes and subsequent canings and the
canings became shorter and farther apart, life became reasonably
tolerable. I adapted far quicker to my new life than Ed who often in the
early weeks rebelled against his new status and suffered the quick and
severe canings we had been warned about. The Headmaster Mr Riley's year
11 daughter Samantha was the biggest thorn in Ed side. Insisting on him
doing special duties for her in his role as houseboy to her father. He
hated tidying up her room and cleaning her shoes and packing her school
bag, but when he objected in the slightest, retribution was swift.
Samantha would report his actions to her father and Ed would be off to
visit Mr Lindrum. On occasions Samantha even went over to see Ed's total
humiliation as he was pantsed and caned on his bare buttocks, exposing
his hairless genitals to Samantha's leering eyes.

My secret fantasies grew over the weeks to more and more include Marcus
and less to include Raymond. My experience with Raymond had unlocked a
desire that could not be satisfied and was gnawing at my soul. I began to
wonder what Marcus looked like naked, I wished for a clue as to his
sexuality. I hoped he was gay or bi and dreaded the thought he might be
heterosexual. There was never really the chance to be alone with him and
if I did get a few moments in the schoolyard I was way to shy to ask him,
let alone confess my secret desires in case he should end our friendship.

As much as I wanted to make love to his body I wanted his friendship even
more. At night as I lay in bed drifting off to sleep I would settle for
my imagined desire and put any thought of actually asking Marcus out of
my mind. Then one night not long after I drifted off to sleep, imagining
hot passionate sex with Marcus, I awoke with a strange sensation. Hazy
from my sleep it took me a few seconds to realise I had wet my bed. I had
not done this since I was a kid. How embarrassing and with Ed sleeping
opposite me how was I going to hide the shame of this from him. Only when
I took some tissues and tried to soak up the wet in my boxers did I
realise the bed was still dry only my boxers were wet. Then I realised it
was not piss but cum that had awoken me. My embarrassment momentarily
turned to great joy as the realisation rushed over me that I was now
capable, I was a man, sure I didn't have the outward signs yet, no pubic
hairs, but internally I was now producing my man seed and boy was that a
boost to my own self esteem.


End Chapter 5