Born to Serve
By Steam Train

copyright 2006 by Steam Train, all rights reserved 
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Kip thought of himself as being lucky in life. Most
other 12 year old juveniles would not have thought the
same if they had found themselves in Kip's position. 

Kip was a slave, he had been born a slave and as far
as he was concerned would always be a slave. He was
different to the free citizens he served. He didn't
look it, but deep inside he felt it. He had that slave
feeling! He had been born and bred for the sole
purpose of being a slave for life. As a slave Kip was
never considered a citizen and never would have any
rights, only obligations to his masters unless in a
very exceptional circumstance, some future master set
him free. 

Born on a breeding farm near Bountiful, in Antipodes
County, the adjoining county to Eastbrook's,
Tallahatchie County, Kip had been brought up with no
parental presence. When he was born he was first
placed in a crèche, then the farm nursery, then when
about six years old into activity groups, and finally
when ten years old into a junior work group. He would
have stayed there till he was sixteen years old and
was eligible by law to be sold into general labouring
tasks if he had not been sold. As Kip was younger than
sixteen, by law an education program had to be
implemented by his master and restrictions upon his
use as a slave applied and were strictly enforced.
This tended to lower the slave's value and worth until
they turned 16 so this is why Kip considered himself
lucky to be sold to a master before he was sixteen.

It was one of the peculiarities of the slave laws that
though they provided for a limited education process
there was no clause within the same laws that
prohibited a master from having his way sexually with
a slave, no matter what age. It had become a
convention however based on the Voluntary Code of
Conduct from the American Society for the Prevention
of Cruelty to Slaves that a kind of moral embargo was
placed on fucking a slave until they were sixteen. The
Federal Bureau of Servitude enforced this code as if
it was actually law and if it caught a master taking
the cherry of a juvenile slave before they were
sixteen, the FBS would publicly shame the master even
though there was no law to actually prevent that from
happening or to convict him or her.

No legislator wanted to draft a bill laying down basic
rights for a slave because that would give the slave
some legal status. It was in the slave owners'
interest and they were a majority of the electors of
the legislators, to ensure that slaves were seen by
the law as an owned object to be used, or misused, and
not to give them any additional legal rights short of
what the law already provided.

Kip had been sold at twelve years of age to the new
Chief Judge of the Tallahatchie County Court, Master
Bertram Avery to serve as his house boy at his
official residence in Eastbrook, 'Juridique' and also
to run alongside the judges rickshaw on formal
occasions as is the fashion for the rickshaws of the
rich and influential. 

When he first arrived at 'Juridique' Kip slept alone
in a cage located away from the other adult slaves in
a storeroom at the rear of the garage.

"You will be living in this store room from now on"
Mr. Bunter, Master Avery's Overseer had informed Kip
when he first arrived "besides the slave pen in the
house is full and I think it will be safer for a while
at least, to keep you separated from the adult slaves.
I can do without any additional slave discipline
problems."

In the storeroom a space had been cleared on one side
of the room and a small slave cage had been installed.

"You will utilize the slave bucket in your cage when
you need to go and every morning you will deposit your
remains in the toilet on the back porch. You will then
wash the toilet and your slave bucket. Do you
understand boy?" Mr. Bunter had instructed.

"Sir, yes sir" Kip replied quickly as he had been
trained throughout his short life to do.

"There is a hose in the back yard. You will use that
to wash your body. You will do that daily under my
supervision, Is that also clear?"

"Sir, yes sir!" Kip again promptly replied.

"Your new master is keen to show by public example
that he is conserving resources and energy so soon you
will be joined in this cage by your new masters pony
slave, so don't get too comfortable in that cage all
by yourself for soon you'll have to share the room!"
Mr. Bunter continued.

"Sir, yes sir!" Kip responded.

"I will warn the pony slave when he arrives that you
are two months shy of being 13 years old and remind
him of the conventions under the slave laws relating
to young juvenile slaves under sixteen to ensure that
he keeps to those conditions unless he want to be
castrated".

'Sir, thank you sir' Kip politely replied as a well
trained slave should.

Some weeks later, late at night it was a very shy
young Kip wearing his khaki slave shorts and tee that
was locked into the cage for the first time with his
masters new pony slave. 

Kip immediately cowered over to the other side of the
cage afraid of the strange slave that now occupied the
cage with him. The pony slave looked terrifying to
Kip's young eyes. The pony was naked, bald, tattooed,
and decorated with numerous piercings. Kip knew all
about the new slave but his appearance had startled
him. His slave name was Beak but in his former life he
had been Judge William Mitchell, until recently the
Chief Judge of the Tallahatchie County Court, the
position now occupied by Kips new master. The
household slaves had been talking and joking about
Beak's fall from grace as judge and master of this
very household ever since Kip had arrived at
"Juridique". Kip knew that there was little or no
sympathy for Beak amongst his own former household
slaves.

Kip sat shyly in his cage allowing himself to get used
to Beak's presence and to overcome his shyness. As he
sat, Kip could hear in the quietness through the small
barred window of the storeroom the sound of voices
occasionally from outside. Eventually however all went
quite and the outside lighting was turned off leaving
the storeroom dimly lit by the moonlight drifting in
through the barred storeroom window. 

Kip remained cowering on the other side of the cage
near the sanitary bucket for a long time. The size of
the cage prevented either of them laying down to sleep
without touching each other so both Beak and Kip at
first remained propped against the other side of the
cage trying to give each other as much personal space
as was possible.

It took a long time for Kip to calm his fears and for
Beak to get him to talk. Slowly they moved closer
together and finally as tiredness overcame Kip he felt
Beak move over behind him and cuddle up. Kip did not
reject his affection and soon both were sleeping
huddled together, Kip's bottom tucked into Beaks chest
and abdomen as the chill of the night crept into the
storeroom.

Kip noticed that Beak blushed profusely the next
morning as he did his morning piss and crap into the
sanitary bucket. Kip looked the other way and Beak
returned the courtesy when Kip took his turn. There
was no opportunity for modesty as a slave in their
small cage, and none once they were released from
their cage by Mr. Bunter and had emptied the bucket
and washed it out. Mr. Bunter made Kip strip naked and
stand against an outside wall as he instructed Beak
how to wash Kip down with the hose. Regardless of his
his slave training Kip felt a stirring in his groin as
Beak stripped his body naked.

Kip could sense the eyes of both Mr. Bunter and Beak
feasting over his slave farm developed, firm,
well-defined pectoral muscles which highlighted the
near thirteen year olds bare chest before tapering
sensuously to a slim narrow waist. The entire area was
smooth, tanned and absolutely flawless. Kip still had
his body hair. Many masters allowed their young
teenage slaves this privilege as it gave the master
the pleasure of watching their young slaves develop
and mature. When they got older and hairier, then they
were shaved.

Kips head hair was short but not buzzed. He had just a
trace of peach fuzz underneath his arms and also a
thin trace of golden down which extended from just
beneath his deep navel down to Kip's tan-line which
erotically showed off the stark contrast between his
bronze abdominal muscles and the pale white skin of
his extreme lower belly. The golden down continued
down below the tan line and led to a small silky
thatch of dark early adolescent pubic hair which was
growing above the base of Kip's flaccid circumcised
penis. It was the only hair down there as his penis
and ball-sac were smooth and hairless as were his
smooth tanned legs.

Long used to this daily routine, Kip was not the least
aroused or perturbed by his nakedness and did not bone
up at all.

When washed, Kip was sent by Mr. Bunter to the kitchen
to be dried and dressed in his fancy house boy
clothes. When he emerged for Mr. Bunters morning
inspection he was dressed in tight fitting royal blue
knickerbockers braided with gold and a white puffed
sleeve silk shirt, maroon velvet waist coat and a
maroon jockey cap tasseled with gold pom-poms and
decorated with gold and silver ribbons and colorful
feathers.

Kip thought to himself that he looked ridiculous but
he knew that Master Avery liked to show off his status
by just such an outlandish show of opulence and power
that such a uniform conveyed. This was never better
displayed than when Kip was out in public running as
his masters slave boy alongside the rickshaw, holding
on with one hand, with the other placed on his hip so
that the elbow stuck out to show off his puffed sleeve
shirt. 

Kip's role as a rickshaw slave boy was considered an
essential fashion accessory and observing the other
slave boys running with their masters rickshaws, Kip's
costume could not be considered too extravagant or
bizarre.

Rickshaws are pulled at a steady trot and the pony
slave Beak, attempted to maintain elegance in his
movements, by leaning back a little, lifting his knees
high, holding his head erect, and keeping his
shoulders back. Master Avery sat back in his rickshaw
with the whip in his hand holding the reins lightly as
he greeted neighbors and friends. It was considered
bad form to speak to a pony slave, especially when he
was pulling. The well timed use of a whip was so much
more precise and effective if Beak needed
encouragement to maintain his correct posture and
form. When Beak did it properly it made a fine sight
with his fancy decorations, high stepping and his
penis and balls bouncing along in rhythm.

It was the Kip's duty to attend to his master's every
need, whether delivering letters in person like a
messenger, or walking behind his master at a
respectful distance weighed down with golf clubs,
sports bags or briefcases. Kip would keep about his
person a rag to dust down his master's boots before he
got down from the rickshaw, a vial of cologne to
freshen his master's handkerchief, and a small knife
to cut him a slice of fruit for his master if he was
peckish. A small flogger usually hung from Kip's belt
in case he required a quick spanking from his master
or overseer.

It was also Kip's duty to hold an umbrella to keep the
rain and sun off his master, or to cup his hands to
make stirrup for his master's foot as he entered his
rickshaw. At every social event that occurred in
Eastbrook and the county, his master seemed to be
invited and on these occasions Kip would join a line
of slave boys along the outside walls of the house as
they waited to be called inside to run an errand or
tuck in a shirt or hand feed their master.

At home at 'Juridique' Kip answered the front door,
politely greeting guests and ensuring that the
household slaves attended to their presence until the
master arrived. Of a more private nature Kip was also
his master's toilet slave. Washing his body in the spa
or shower and wiping him dry. Kip also wiped his
master's anus after his daily excrements and if
required, was the receptacle of his master's urine if
a toilet was not handy. He was skilled in masturbating
his master both by hand and orally and sometimes was
even called down to the court house during a break in
proceedings to provide his master with relief.

Such was the varied and interesting life that Kip
found himself serving as a slave at 'Juridique'.
Though many would think otherwise Kip considered
himself very luck. Most bred slaves were doomed to a
life on the plantations chained together in coffles as
part of a work gang. Though he never knew them Kip
thanked his parents for giving him the gift of the
Adonis like looks that had seen him selected by Master
Avery out of the hundreds of young slaves at the
breeding farm to serve his master.


The End.


The Pony Slave details in this story are based on
information contained in 'The Best Laid Plans' by
Richard Davis.

This story is an excerpt from the larger story tracing
the fall of Judge William Mitchell that I wrote
entitled, 'Scales of Justice' by Steam Train.