Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2006 18:57:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 5

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


Chapter 5: Fear of the Unknown

All the servants were made to stand there for what
seemed like an hour at least, my legs ached, my arms
cuffed behind my back were numb and when I fidgeted
too much either Mr Harris or Mr Lyons would come over
and give me a sharp but not too hard smack with their
cane across my buttocks. I looked on jealously as Jim
lounged about the courtyard, kicking a ball at one
time, or sitting on the stone fence. Some times he
would look at Ed and I and if we stared back he'd turn
his eyes away, once though Mr Lyons caught Ed staring
back and came over and gave Ed two much more severe
slashes on his buttocks with his cane and the warning
that "Servants keep their eyes down, they never look a
free citizen in the eye, learn that quick boys if you
want to avoid trouble"

I looked at Ed when Lyons walked away and could
clearly see the tears swelling in my big brothers
eyes. Little more than an hour ago Harris, Lyons and
Charker were employees who answered to my brother if
he so wished. Ed had `come of age', now he was an
indentured servant, a `nothing', and they treated him
as such.

This was never more so than when at one time during
our long wait that afternoon for the liquidators, Mr
Harris, Mr Lyons and Charker came over and gave both
Ed and me a personal inspection, feeling both Ed's and
then my ball sack and penis. Separating my balls with
some minor pain in their tight sack and then running
their fingers up my shaft and over my bald pubes.
Their hands giving the feel of experience and
confidence, it was not the first time any of these
fingers had done this.

Mr Lyons couldn't resist saying to Charker what a
pathetic package I had for my age and that Ed's wasn't
much better. As if I had not blushed enough that
afternoon I felt the burning of my cheeks as the
comments were made, Ed I noted was equally as red
faced. All three you could tell enjoyed lording their
new status over us.

As I stood there waiting and waiting while the
liquidators did their thing and all the staff were
paid out, I thought about the way my brother and I
were suddenly, instantly treated differently. Why was
that? What had changed that made people react so
differently to me? I was the same person, so was Ed,
yet it was as if our previous life and character had
never existed. Harris, Lyons and Charker all knew we
were basically good kids. Now we were nothing, why?

The collar I thought, yes it's the collar. Put that on
a person and instantly people have been conditioned to
act differently towards the wearer. I had realised
this afternoon that Raymond was a human being just
like me with feelings and lusts just like a free
citizen. He wore a collar but it changed nothing in
him, what it changed was how others perceived him. Up
until this afternoon I too had perceived him
differently. The same was now happening to Ed and me
and there was nothing we could do to stop it. As
servants we had lost the freedom to do as we wished,
to speak as we wished. Our life was now controlled
totally by others. The realisation of this chilled me
to the depths of my heart. I could be made to do
anything, anything that the law allowed and I had no
say in wether I wanted to participate or not. A new
fear gripped me, the fear of the unknown.

Finally most of the servants were taken to the two
transporters that were present. Being on the end of
the line about ten of us didn't fit into either
transport and had to suffer another long delay till a
third transport was summoned. By the time it arrived
it was nearly pitch dark. I was shivering with the
cold and the fear. Only Mr Harris remained with us
plus some grey uniformed staff from the Tallahatchie
County Servitude Processing Centre. They had put on
light coats and Mr Harris had bought them out a hot
drink, but nothing was offered to the servants who
waited, except the odd slash with Mr Harris's cane if
they moved too much.

I heard one of the officials from the servitude centre
say to Mr Harris, that there was no need for him to
wait around, they could handle things from now on. He
told them he was confident they could but he hoped
they would understand that he felt it was his duty to
see off the last of the servants.

"You're a good overseer Mr Harris" one replied.

Was he I thought? Looking back now, yes I think he
was, but at that time, I thought he was not.
Experience would teach me there were a lot fouler
humans out in the wider world than Mr Harris.

Mr Harris had his faults, as we all do. However he was
firm but fair and never abused any of our servants. He
used his cane only when he felt it was needed. If you
did as you were instructed properly and quickly Mr
Harris was of no concern. He trained his staff, Lyons
and Charker to the same standards.

Ed and I finally were herded into the third
transporter when it arrived. My eyes teared over as we
drove down the drive of what for as long as I could
remember had been my home. No one was there to say
good-bye; Mr Harris left the moment we were in the
transporter and mum had gone inside earlier and taken
Jim with her.

Before the transporter arrived I saw a taxi come up
the drive and disappear around to the front of the
house, which was out of my sight. In the distance as
it drove away I am certain I saw mum and Jim riding in
the back. Mum looked straight ahead ignoring her past
but Jim turned back and I think I saw a slight wave to
us before mum grabbed him and made him face the front.


The house was lifeless and dark, the same feeling I
felt in my soul all the way to the Tallahatchie County
Servitude Processing Centre.

Through the slave cage on the back of the transporter
truck I could see that there were a few people still
walking on the footpaths on their way home from a
day's work and some glanced up at our transporter as
we passed. We had been told to keep our eyes lowered
and not to stare at the free citizens, like good
servants, I didn't feel like looking at the passing
scenery anyway.

The Tallahatchie County Servitude Processing Centre
was located in an industrial area just to the west of
Downtown Eastbrook that I wasn't at all familiar with.
It was an innocuous building set amongst other factory
buildings. The transporter drove to a large roller
door with a guard's box near the driver's side and I
could hear our driver giving details to the guard. The
door rolled up and we drove into a large receiving
dock. The transporter was backed up to one dock, then
soon the cage door was opened and we were ordered out.

"Hurry up all of you, I've been waiting here just for
you, I should have been home ages ago, move it" a
guard dressed in an immaculate grey uniform yelled.

I still had my hands cuffed so Raymond helped both me
and Ed out of the back and onto the dock.

My hands were uncuffed by two other guards and then I
was ordered to, "Follow the red line".

We were all moved into a large room that exited off
the receiving dock and instructed to stand on red
markers painted on the concrete floor. The room in
front of me was full of slaves standing on red
markers. Just about all the slaves were my father's
from `Prosperity'.

One wall of the room was all glass and it looked out
into an office area occupied by guards all dressed in
their neat grey uniforms. The rest of the room was
windowless, and there was only one other door in
addition to the one the slaves had entered through.

A recorded female voice was repeating over and over
the same orders:

"Slaves will remain in their assigned markers. Slaves
will remain silent. Slaves they will keep their hands
firmly clasped behind their necks. Slaves will keep
their heads bowed."

We were soon left alone, in silence except for the
recorded voice droning over and over in the background
and the sobbing of one of the distraught slaves. The
room was very warm, unpleasantly so and had little
ventilation. Soon the smell of the profusely sweating
slaves permeated the air of the room.

I was left to stand on my markers for a long time as
slowly the slaves in front of me were processed..
Rivers of perspiration were soon running down my side
as I began to sweat like a pig. Since there was no
clock it was hard for me to know how long I was left
standing motionless, but soon my arms began to go
numb, and my bladder was becoming uncomfortably full.

Because Ed and I were bringing up the rear of the line
we had to wait till all the others in front were
processed. Processing was pretty simple, they scanned
our collar and all our details were instantly entered.
I hadn't though about this until now, too much else
had happened, but our indenturement was obviously well
planned as the collars that had been put on us already
contained the chip with all our information.

I went up before Ed to be processed. "Thomas Carter,
aged fourteen, newly indentured into domestic service
for fifteen years, is that correct? The clerk at the
desk asked.

"Yes" I replied, instantly the guard standing at the
side of the desk whacked my butt with his cane, I
screamed out.

"A servant always addresses his masters starting and
ending with Master or Sir, is that clear boy?" the
guard spoke up.

"Sir, yes sir" I replied quickly.

"Don't know what they teach the young ones at school
these days, not manners that's for sure Joe" the guard
said addressing the clerk.

"Yeah, too true Max" the clerk replied.

After initial processing we were marched not along the
red line but along a yellow line that diverged into
another room where we were walked under a long line of
shower nozzles that were emitting cold water and I
guessed some detergent mix as my eyes started
stinging, a group of naked servants rubbed my body
down as I walked along the yellow line. They rubbed my
hair, my face, my chest, my back, my butt , my
genitals and my legs. I was again blushing with
modesty, but I did notice both Ed and even Raymond
were suffering the same reaction.

Once clean and towelled down by the servants we
followed the yellow line onwards into a large room,
off of which were numerous large cells, all occupied
with naked servants. I could see either red or orange
striped collared servants all located in one large
cell and the green or black stripe collared servants
all in another. As we walked past the cells down a
long corridor this pattern was repeated for both males
and females.

I was relieved at this system, as I knew from school
that red and orange striped collars were the
criminally indentured, red for life and orange for a
term. Like wise the green were for the voluntary
indentured, that was what Ed and I were classified as,
some choice in volunteering we had! The black were for
the born into servitude like Raymond.

I didn't want to be in a cell with the criminally
indentured, you never know what they would do to you,
though I did notice some of our former servants in
there, as they were term servitude criminals, but dad
and Mr Harris had always chosen them carefully, we
never had murderers or rapists only minor petty
criminals or white collar criminals in our service.

To my even greater relief I was stopped outside a cell
which obviously only contained younger boys, and was
let in. Ed and Raymond were taken to the next cell,
which was another cell for the adult males wearing
green or black striped collars.

There were five other boys in the cell I entered, but
I only knew three of the boys from our previous
servants the other two were from elsewhere. One of our
former servant boys Peter, was remarkably like a
younger Raymond, blond hair and I guessed about 13, he
had a much larger penis and balls than me and I
suspected he had started to grow his pubes, unlike me,
but like most servants he was clean shaven, so it was
hard to tell from a distance. Mr Harris had been
training him to be a personal servant, in fact Ed had
once told me he might be the one dad was training for
my personal servant when I was eighteen. That was not
going to happen now. This kid just smirked, as I stood
there naked and helpless.

The other four boys were younger than Peter, between
eight and eleven years of age I guessed. Their red
eyes immediately told me they had all been crying, as
I was to later learn, because they had been separated
from their mothers. Up until twelve a lot of born
servants unless they came from a purpose built slave
farm were kept with their birth mother if possible and
this had been the case with the two younger boys from
our estate. Here at the centre they had been separated
for the first time from their mothers.

"What's wrong boy, don't know what to do?" taunted
Peter as I stood there. "Lost your servant to hold
your hand little boy?"

"Shut up Peter?"  I replied.

He got up off the bench he was lying on and came over
and stood close in front of me.

Eyeing me he said "Don't ever say `shut up' to me
again hear me boy. I have been a servant for 13 years;
you've been one for only a few hours. When a more
senior servant speaks to you, you say `Yes Boss', do
you understand?".

Well what was I to do, the hide of this servant boy to
order me around,

"Fuck off Peter" I said

Brave move on my part, but stupid!

Peter stood there for a few seconds and I was
thinking, `Yes that's right, learn your place
servant', when he reached out and grabbed, then
squeezed hard my ball sack. I screamed out, the nausea
spread from my stomach up to my mouth and I dry
reached. Tears swelled in my eyes.

"What did you say boy?" Peter said

He'd won, I was not a physical kind of guy, in fact I
was a bit of a wimp, "Yes Boss, I understand I won't
speak like that again sir " I replied. "Boss please
let me go" I whimpered.

"Good now that you know your place, take your
position" Peter ordered.

With the other boys looking on and a crowd of adult
servants from both adjoining cells crowding to the
bars separating our cell from theirs to see what all
the screaming was about, I blushing profusely I took
up the servants position in front of our former
servant.

The total humiliation at my loss of status now bore
down on me as Peter proceeded to inspect every inch of
my body. He ran his fingers over my chest, spread my
butt cheeks and inspected my arse, felt my balls, just
like a skilled overseer would do a new servant to
check him out. "Man you're so small, how old are you?"
he asked.

"Fourteen Boss " I replied.

"Your hardly better off than these other guys here in
the cell and they are all like less than eleven years
old".

Was that a question or a statement, I didn't want to
risk another squeeze at my balls so I said "Yes Boss".

"That's an obedient boy, Thomas, your learning fast
what it's like to be a servant" Peter said.

"Now let's have some real fun..." He began to say when
there was a commotion at the bars of the adjoining
cell and Raymond forced his way to the front.

"Leave him alone Peter, he's mine, you touch him and
you'll answer to me, ok?" Raymond called out.

"Oh fuck you bro, I just wanted some revenge"

"No fucking anything brother, leave him, he's been
good to me and treated me better than anyone. No way
is any brother of mine going to shame me, by hurting
or humiliating him further, ok ... I said ok?"

"Ok bro if you say so" Peter slowly replied.

"I do say so," replied Raymond.

Again Raymond had saved me, I walked over to him and
grabbed his left hand through the bars and said "Thank
you" and burst out crying.

When I regained my composure I asked Raymond why he
called Peter brother, was it a term used amongst
servants that I hadn't heard before or what?

"He's is my full brother Thomas, we share the same
mother and father"

"Your mother and father were both in our household
service," I asked.

"Sort of yes" he replied obviously hedging his answer.

 "I thought the male and female servants were kept
separated?" I asked

"They were, yes"

"Then how?"" I asked, sensing his hesitation and
reluctance to elaborate on the details.

"You don't want to know Thomas, trust me" Raymond
replied.

"Come on Raymond, I thought we had a special
relationship now, no secrets?" I said.

He paused for a long moment then said, "Well I warned
you and I guess maybe you really should know the
truth".

He paused again then said "Your father regularly had
one of the servant girls up to his bedroom at night;
your mother knew of this and was usually there too,
urging your father on in his sexual perversions. I was
conceived out of one of those nights, so was Peter to
the same mother, Janice, your mother's personal
servant. The other two younger boys here in this cell,
Dean and Alex, from your father's estate, share the
same father, your father, though in their cases, the
mothers are different. Welcome to your new family
Thomas, I'm sorry to tell you this but I did warn you
and I think you needed to know this, as your brother
Ed already knows, and has done so since soon after he
turned sixteen".

I was speechless. Thoughts raced round and around my
brain. My father was Raymond and Peters father. My
father was the father to lots of servants. My father
regularly fucked his servants and mum not only knew
but watched on.

I looked over to Ed and he sensed what I must have
been thinking because he nodded his head and said
"Sorry Tom, but it's all true"


End Chapter 5