Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2000 16:41:53 EDT
From: Derrick482@aol.com
Subject: STATELY SERVITUDE (The beginning)

Stately Servitude is a story that will touch the hearts of many. It is a
story about the training of a young male. He is to be turned from a
disobedient unruly life to become a compliant servant within the confines of
the stately home.

If you are under 18 years of age, Do not like reading fiction about the
training of a young male which includes. pain, bondage, sex with other males
and boys, punishment and training methods to the extreme. LEAVE THIS PAGE
RIGHT NOW!

STATELY SERVITUDE

The rain beat against the windscreen of the black limousine as it drew up
outside the building. A dark figure walked out from the shadows approaching
the window of the limo which slowly wound down. Words were exchanged the
figure entered the vehicle and it drove off the road through the huge open
iron gates. The vehicle pulled up at the entrance to what looked like an
overground tunnel that reached back into the miserable looking three story
building. The dark figure and two men exited the vehicle walking swiftly into
the void to get out of the howling rain and wind.

Steel shoe heels echoed as they met with the dry flagstones. Approaching two
worn concrete steps all three figures entered through the heavy oak door. The
stairwell was dimly lit as the three ascended the spiral staircase past a
landing and on up to the third floor.

The two men were shown into a dim office red leather couches ran the length
of one wall while an oak desk was very present at the far wall. To the left
of the desk was just one single oak panelled door. They sat on one of the
leather couches.

The two visitors were beckoned to be seated and the dark figure left them.
Several minutes passed when the oak door slowly opened. A middle age man
around 6ft entered, turned and closed the door behind him. No chair was
visible but he reached under the desk and withdrew a heavy leather bound
stool.

Not until he was comfortable on the stool did he look up. He placed on top of
the desk a file. The only item to lay on the highly polished surface. He gave
the impression that he was a man of the world with rugged looks, dark
piercing eyes, black short hair and well tailored clothes.

The voice was clear and crisp when it rose from his throat. I have your goods
gentlemen. As you requested. I assume you have come to collect and therefore
are in possession of the necessary paper work (this being a some of money) to
complete the transaction.

One of the visitors stood and without speaking approached the desk, reaching
into his overcoat he retrieved a large brown envelope, placing it on the desk
with the sealed flap facing towards the seated he returned to his seat.

The well manicured fingers took the envelope and carefully tore along its
length. Money in various denominations poured from it, sliding along the
polished desk top as if trying to escape. The eyes gazed at it and calculated
swiftly the amount. All seems to be in order he stated as he began to collect
up the bundles of currency and return them to their brown prison.

Reaching under the desk top he noticed a slight panic on the faces of the two
men sat in front of him, had they been cheated and he was sounding some kind
of alarm......

Slowly the door they had entered through opened. A tornado erupted into the
office. Two uniformed men with their charge struggled into the room. Their
charge unable to do much more than struggle on account of the way he was
tethered. The dark lanks of hair stuck to his sweat laden face he was
eighteen but looked sixteen the black boiler suit gave nothing away but he
seemed to be sleight of frame about 5' 8" tall, the hazel eyes were
everywhere drinking in his surroundings. Eventually he was drawn up to stand
in front of the man at the desk. So the time has come for you to leave us.
Maybe these people will succeed where we have fallen short. We have received
payment for your keep during your stay with us and you will now be released
to them.  The boy turned looking at the two seated men.

Gentlemen, this is Aden. Be warned he is wild. We have tried everything to
control him but as you can see, without success. They looked at the youth the
only clue to his stature was the restraint belt around his waist to which his
elbows were shackled to allow some degree of control over him, his feet were
tethered by shackles and 18 inches of chain. His eyes were cold but alert as
he again turned to face the man in front of him.

One of his captors passed a key to one of the two seated men. The key to the
shackles was placed in his trouser pocket. saying nothing they both
approached the desk and after taking charge of the file, shook the hand of
the man, again no conversation took place. The youth, his captors and the two
men left the office and took the spiral stairs back down to the lower floor
and back to the limousine.

The driver opened the two rear doors but then was also instructed to open the
large boot. The youth was handed over to the two men and his guards returned
to the building. dragging the youth around to the gaping boot a roll of duck
tape was taken out and without ceremony his eyes and mouth were covered. The
boot swallowed him like a whale as he was lifted and dropped into its jaws.
All the youth heard was the boot close on him.

As the limousine pulled away the two men spoke as they looked at the contents
of the folder. Passing photographs back and forth to each other, reading
pages of reports and letters. Aden had been in and out of several
institutions, no family, a rough and ready youth whom the authorities had
failed to tame. A thief, vandal and finally an assault carried out on a
fourteen year old boy he had befriended, enticed into some woodland where he
had stripped him and carried out a series of sexual and sadistic acts. At
court he had shown no remorse for his actions and now unknown to him he was
on the road of no return, a life he would become accustomed to (eventually)
where he would live by STRICT! rules, never again to return to his old ways.

Aden rolled slightly as the limousine drew up and applied the brakes.  He
could not see it but, the building he had arrived at was deep in the
countryside. A huge edifice, half castle, half mansion. he felt the cool
night air on his face as the boot sprung open. To him it could have been any
time of day except no birds sang. Where he was going night ran into day and
day into night, it would not matter to him..........?

To be continued if ..................sufficient response demands! This is
going to be a rough ride. You may not want to be Aden! You may not be able to
take what is in store for him!