Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 17:16:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 4

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


Chapter4: Indentured

After Raymond left I was ready for a shower so I
quickly washed down, and put on clean boxers, jeans,
tee shirt socks and joggers. As I was walking out I
noticed the school clothes I had discarded on the
floor around my bedroom. In the past that's where they
would have stayed, for Raymond to pick up, but not
with the new me. I stooped down, picked them all up
and put them in the dirty clothes bin that had always
been there but which I now realised I rarely ever
used.

How totally had I just taken Raymond and his
predecessors for granted, never even thinking how
frustrating my lack of effort or consideration for
them must have been.

"Well things will be different from now on," I thought
little realising just how true my sentiments were to
prove in only a few more minutes.

I knocked on Jim's door and Ed's but no one answered
so I went down to the back of the house and walked
over to the servant's quarters.

It was the one area of the property I did not know
real well. As kids we were punished if we came
anywhere near the servant's quarters and as I grew
into a teenager I had lost any interest in them till
now. My experience with Raymond had aroused my
curiosity.

So seeing Ed talking with Mr Lyons and Charker and Jim
standing next to mum listening intensely as she talked
with Mr Holt her legal council, I walked quickly into
the male servant's quarters.

The first thing that struck me was that inside the
ornate timber front door there was a small entrance
porch which ended with a set of heavy iron grilled
doors like I had seen on TV in prison scenes. Behind
the doors, which were open, was a large room full of
double bunk beds, plain tubular metal beds, with a
small set of draws on either side. There were still a
number of servants disrobing out of their Carter
uniforms. I noticed that unlike me they carefully
folded then placed their soiled clothing in bins
provided along the room. The room was very clean,
almost sanitary in its appearance. It smelt of a hint
of disinfectant. The windows along the side were high
up preventing anyone from looking out easily, but they
did allow in fresh sunlight. Each window was fitted
with the same type of grills as the entrance door. No
way out of this room once you were locked in I
guessed.

As I stood there looking in from the doorway, some of
the servants noticed my presence and took up the
`servant's position', heads bowed, legs spread
slightly, arms by their sides and back straight.
Others noticing their actions, looked around and also
came to position, soon the whole room was still and
paying respect. I realised I was holding things up for
them as they were due outside in five minutes so I
called out "carry on".

It was then I noticed Raymond down near the far end of
the room. He was towling down after a wash, oblivious
to his nakedness. How I admired this ability to put
any feelings of modesty aside. I walked down to him
and he stopped and took up position, so again I said,
"carry on" whilst thinking "Third time I've seen you
naked'.

I think he guessed my thoughts or was it where my eyes
were peeking? Anyways he smiled and boldly whispered
so none of the other servants could hear him "Don't
get any ideas in here master"

I blushed and he smiled. I whispered back but with a
huge smile on my face "Watch it boy you're heading for
major punishment talking to a master that way". Not
giving him a chance to reply I went on "You better get
on with it Raymond, you don't have much time and I
don't want to get you in any trouble".

He glanced up at the wall above the entrance door
looked at the clock and quickly got on with drying
himself.

I walked over to the far back end of the room, here a
corridor lead to the bathroom. On either side of the
corridor there were three small rooms on either side
with doors, containing a single bed and a set of
draws. I noticed one of the senior household servants
undressed in one, sitting on the bed head buried in
his hands looking the image of abject misery, he
didn't even notice me and I walked on into the
bathroom.

No one was in here now, but the floor was wet in
places indicating it had recently been busy. The
bathroom had washbasins down the left side and to the
rear there were toilets but unlike the ones at school
or in the public toilets I had used there had no walls
separating them. I imagined how embarrassing that must
be doing your business totally in public, my modesty
made me blush again. The right side did nothing for my
modesty either for here there were showers, the shower
nozzles were protruding from columns in the room so
that 3 people could stand around each column at a time
and shower.

Again the room was spartanly functional and very
sanitary.

"To your satisfaction master Thomas"

I jumped,

I had not heard Mr Harris our Overseer approach. He
had always frightened me as a child probably because
the servants were always so wary of him. It was Mr
Harris who was responsible for their performance and
their discipline. On very rare occasions dad had also
threatened me and my brothers with Mr Harris's cane,
if we continued to misbehave. It was no idle threat
either because when I was 10 I had seen Ed who was
then 12 caned by Mr Harris on the palm of his hand
five times, on dads orders, for smoking. To my
knowledge Ed never smoked again.

"Yes Mr Harris, very clean and tidy' I replied.

"Better get along outside too Master Thomas, the
proceedings are about to begin"

`Thanks" I said and quickly turned and walked back
through the corridor and the main room which was now
empty and out into the afternoon autumn chill in the
courtyard of the servant's quarters.

The servants were lined up totally naked in rows in
front of me, the free staff out to the my right and
mum, Ed, Jim, Mr Holt and some other legal aids were
standing facing the servants. It was the first time I
had seen naked women in the flesh. Dad never paraded
any of our female servants naked on the estate, and
even their punishment sessions were carried out beyond
the inquisitive sight of us boys.

Trying to look casual but with a boner quickly tenting
in my pants I wandered over past the line of female
servants, taking a closer look. They were powerless to
cover up and I was in heaven given this unobstructed
view of all the female servants' breasts and pubes.
Our servants who ranged in age from pre teens to women
in their forties were on the whole a pretty hot
looking bunch I remember thinking at the time, I guess
any naked female is when your 14.

Just as I was totally enjoying the experience I
noticed Mum with a look of total reproach and disgust
on her face, and my joy and bliss quickly evaporated.
She beckoned me to join her, which I quickly did.

It looked like mum was about to give me a major
lecture and dressing down, but I was saved as things
started to happen. A motorcade of cars and transport
vehicles came into view up the front drive. Mr Harris
yelled out for all servants to take their position.

When the front car pulled up a middle aged man dressed
in a fine cut dark suit was assisted out of the back
seat by the servant chauffer and walked over to my
mother.

"Mrs Carter? Henry Lewis, Federal Liquidators Office"

"Joanna Carter, Mr Lewis" my mother replied showing
all her dignity.

"I'm sorry but there is no easy way to do this Mrs
Carter so I will be blunt" Mr Lewis replied.

"I have here the court orders duly stamped and
certified that liquidates all the assets of your late
husband Edward Raymond Carter III. You may inspect
them if you wish".

Mr Holt, mum's legal aid went to say something but mum
cut him off saying "No there will be do need, I shall
trust all is in order, I want this over as quick as
possible, as you will understand".

"Yes I do and thank you for your cooperation Mrs
Carter."

Numerous questions followed to Mum, Mr Holt and to Mr
Harris about the house, servants, staff and property
and assets. I was bored stiff just standing there in
the late afternoon chill as the formalities took their
course. My stupor was quickly ended though when I
heard Ed and my names called out by Mr Holt.

"Come here please boys," he said.

I glanced at Jim who had been the most nervous of us
three whilst we stood there waiting.

"Now what" I said

Jim just turned white as if he knew something very
unpleasant was happening and just said" You'll find
out soon enough".

We came and stood in front of Mr Holt, something was
happening but what? What did Jim know that I didn't?
Had he found out something when he met mum just before
this session? My mind was racing.

Mr Holt glanced at mum, who nodded slightly to him, on
this signal he began to speak "Edward Raymond Carter
IV and Thomas John Carter, I, as a duly sworn lawyer,
do hereby confirm that Judge George Unwin of the 5th
Circuit of the U.S. District Court has duly authorised
and approved your mother, Joanna Delores Carter's
request that you both be indentured into civil
domestic servitude for a period of fifteen years. I do
thus by the power authorised to me on the authority of
the District Court strip you of all the rights and
privileges accorded a free citizen as of (he looked at
his watch) 4.07pm, today, March 13. You have been
assigned to the Tallahatchie County Servitude
Processing Centre for processing and auction. Your
indenture shall be sold at the next indentured
servant's auction at which time, your worth shall be
determined and the proceeds of such sale shall be
remitted to your indenturee the said Joanna Delores
Carter. Officers prepare the new indentured servants
for transportation".

I went to protest to my mother and I heard Ed begin to
speak too but Mr Holts last comment seemed to be a
signal to the other officials in attendance and four
policemen emerged from behind Mr Lewis and grabbed us.

Two grabbed me and one slapped a plastic coated
servant's collar around my neck and the other muzzled
me then forced me to my knees. He took out the
traditional hooked knife and began slitting my clothes
from tee shirt through my belt and down my jeans and
boxers, my clothes fell off me as he cut, I could feel
the cool air against my exposed skin, I could feel how
profusely I was blushing as all my modesty was cut
away, all the gathered officials, my mother and my
brother could see my naked body being revealed to
their staring eyes. The Policeman even cut through my
shoelaces, pulled off my shoes and then cut off my
socks, leaving me totally naked in front of everyone.

I tried to cover my genitals, it's just your normal
reaction isn't it, but apparently not for servants, as
the two policemen quickly grabbed both my arms and
said "Behind your back boy" I felt the metal cuffs,
cold steel around my wrist and heard the `click'. I
was totally exposed, all my modesty shattered, now
everyone could see I was at 14, still totally pre
pubescent. My penis was not big at the best of times
but exposed to the cooling late afternoon air of early
March it was a pitiful sight, shrunk to less than an
inch.

"Did you bring a magnifying glass in your kit Mac" one
of the policemen asked the other. "I'm not sure if
this one is a male or female and which line should I
take it too" I blushed even redder, if that was at all
possible, I could feel the warmth of the blush
flooding over my body, then I heard the cruel laughter
from the crowd that stood behind Mr Lewis. Even my
brother Jim was laughing.

At the same time as this was being done to me, Ed
tried to fight off his captors, and before his captors
could muzzle him I heard him yell out "Mum, don't do
this, help us please"

As my clothes were being cut off me I managed a glance
at Mum, she looked at Ed with a bland expression and
replied "Edward don't fight this, it is for the best.
With the money raised from your indentures, Jim will
be able to finish school at PHS and you'll be
financially supporting your mother. With out you I
would have nothing. This way you will be looked after
and cared for and your services will look after the
rest of the family".

"Fuck you" Ed cried out but instantly one of the
policemen punched him in the stomach he gasped for air
and doubled over. "Don't ever speak to a free citizen
like that again boy" he said.

Ed was no match for the well trained police officers
and he, too, was soon collared, muzzled, made to kneel
and was stripped naked with the traditional hooked
knife just like myself, before being cuffed.

Ed and I were grabbed by our penises and walked like
my father earlier in the day, over and placed at the
end of the line of male servants. As I walked by the
servants, some looked shocked, some disinterested,
others looked preoccupied in their own fate but a few
had broad smirks on their faces, obviously enjoying
our complete humiliation and loss of status.

Things were happening way to quick for me to take in.

Panicked and with the greatest sense of fear I had
ever experienced, I went to move straight back out of
the line and go back to my mother, but I had only
taken two or three steps when I was suddenly collapsed
on the ground, pain throbbing through my arm like I
had never felt in my life. One of the policemen
yelled,"Get up boy or I'll up the dosage rate, that
was just a mild prod".

I frantically tried to get back to my feet; I didn't
want any more pain like that prod had just shot
through my arm. My body though would not respond to my
wish, I stammered and stuttered around not being able
to properly gain my balance, it's difficult at the
best of times with your hands cuffed behind your back,
but now I lacked control of my muscles, I had even
lost control momentarily of my bladder and l could
feel the warmth of my piss running down my legs. The
policeman noticed, so did some of the servants and I
heard a muffled giggle from in front of me, I knew the
voice, it was my own brother, Jim. How could he laugh
at my distress, we were brothers.

"You servants are so disgusting, you never see a free
citizen pissing down their leg, now get up!" the
policeman again threatened.

I could see the policeman getting his prod ready
again, I tried to protest I was trying to get back up,
couldn't he see that?

He moved close to me I squirmed in fear, then I felt
hands on my arms and I heard a voice say "Please
master sir may I help him up sir, he is not used to
the prod sir", I felt firm strong arms lift me up and
stand me in the line, I was saved, who was this
saviour? My mind was clearing and my muscles were
regaining their strength. Ed was standing next to me
on my right, fear in his eyes, looking at me but his
arms were cuffed like mine behind his back, he
couldn't have saved me.

The policeman said "I have a good mind to use this on
you to, you insolent servant, but I'm not a brutal
man, keep this new servant in line and I'll spare you
and him any more punishment".

"Master sir, thank you sir" my saviour replied.

I looked to my left and there stood Raymond. He smiled
a reassuring smile. After our time together earlier
this afternoon I think I was already in love with
Raymond, but now after risking his own body with
punishment from the police officer I was totally
infatuated with him.


End Chapter 4