Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 13 
By Steam Train

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Chapter 13: Holidays from hell.

My relationship with Ed changed a lot after that initial
session in the bedroom with Marcus and Ed. The most
practical outcome was that I soon came to realise just how
horney my older brother was. Most nights in the privacy of
the bedroom after we were sure Mr Norris had retired to his
bedroom, one of us would visit the others bed. Ok I confess
there were many nights where I was as horney as my brother,
it must run in the family. Deep within my mind I still had
this lingering guilty doubt about the correctness of what Ed
and I were doing. It didn't stop me however from really
looking forward to every night being alone in the bedroom
with Ed.

This was however almost the only joy that the Christmas
break was to bring. This Christmas was not shaping up as the
special occasion I had looked forward too in all the
previous years of my life when I had been free. Christmas is
a family time but this Christmas was very different. I had
lost my dad, and my mum had become even more distant. The
only plus was that I now had Mr Norris and Marcus.

We did get a break on Christmas day. Let me tell you unlike
previous years where money was not an issue and presents for
Christmas were plentiful, I discovered that slaves didn't
get anything in the way of presents at Christmas. Mr Norris
however tried his hardest to make Christmas at least
bearable. We had special privileges like a Christmas dinner.
This was something that was within his power and authority
to organise and bestow upon us without causing major
concerns amongst those in the school parent community that
were looking for any excuse to have us removed 

In fact all the servants were allowed a special Christmas
dinner meal in the school hall cooked by the servant cooks
who also joined us in the celebration. We were all
encouraged by Mr Lindrum to sing Christmas carols and after
a while I got into the spirit, forgot my modesty about my
singing voice, yep that's right I am modest about that too
and had a pretty good time! 


I missed my family at this special family time of the year.
Mr Norris was now more of a family to me than mum, but I
wondered where dad was and what he was doing that Christmas
day. Jim was away living with mum for the holidays and we
only saw him once during the whole break. 

That visit was organised by Mr Norris to occur on Christmas
afternoon. Mum, Jim and Walter Vanderbilt came to visit us.
Mr Norris left us alone in his lounge room for over an hour.
It was a nice time. Mr Vanderbilt sat quietly to the side of
the lounge for most of that hour. He was polite to us but
you could sense that he was forcing himself to be so
respectful to a couple of slaves. He also freely admitted
that he didn't relate well to children or teenagers. 

Mum filled us in on the wider family news, what our one and
only aunty, uncle and my two cousins were doing. But I think
she picked up the vibes that all this talk about free
citizen's pursuits was not helping our mental outlook and
spent most of the time after that asking about all our
boring activities as a slave. 

At the end of the hour Mr Norris brought in some afternoon
tea and whilst Mum, Mr Vanderbilt and Mr Norris had tea and
biscuits Ed and I had a chance to talk to Jim alone. We
learnt that mum and Mr Vanderbilt were getting on very
familiar terms. He said that they were sharing the same
bedroom. I though of dad again at this time and I admit I
had a short surge of anxiety and anger that mum could do
this to him, but just as soon I realised he was a slave for
life, that there was no way a court sentenced life term
slave could be freed, so mum was no longer legally married
and she had to live. I sort of understood how she felt.

Ed whispered also to Jim about how he was now allowed in
with Marcus and I once a month and how that had lead to him
and I having lots of fun. I blushed profusely and hoped mum
and Mr Norris did not notice or hear. Ed even told Jim we
would try to include him when school returned if at all
possible. To my amazement Jim thought that was a great idea!

Why was I the only one in the family that was so modest?

That was our family Christmas get together. All too soon the
hour was over and we had said good-bye to mum, Jim and Mr
Vanderbilt.

I talked long into that night with Mr Norris about my dad.
He was a good listener and let me get some of my
frustrations out. I told him how I hoped to eventually track
down my half brothers. 

He didn't ridicule my dreams, instead he just said "Tom we
all should have dreams and ambitions in our life. You keep
those dreams and nourish them. You never know what is
possible unless you try".

Life continued in it's monotonous routine after we returned
from Christmas break the rhythm broken only by the visits of
Marco and the respite of Spring break. All too soon it was
May and the long summer break was upon us.

No sooner had school ended then Marcus had gone overseas to
visit his relatives in Brazil then his mother in Los
Angeles, he was not due back till the very end of the
holidays and if this separation was not bad enough, Mr Riley
the Headmaster had informed both Ed and I that, as we would
not be attending class, we would have lots of spare time and
spare time was not good for slaves, so we were ordered to
work during what would have been class hours with the
servant grounds staff. Before and after class hours we were
still expected to perform our usual houseboy duties.

My very first day of so called holidays was one of my most
miserable since I had entered servitude, though I was soon
to learn the whole of the summer holidays were to be my
holidays from hell. 

Mr Norris took Ed and me over to the schools servant's
quarters and to Mr Lindrum's office. Within ten minutes we
were out in the grounds in the burning summer sun digging a
new drain ditch behind the gymnasium with a team of
servants. Neither Ed nor I was used to such hard physical
work, and after fifteen minutes I was pausing to rest. 

Never do that as a slave. The senior slave of the team
'Tombs', was empowered by Mr Lindrum to administer
punishment to the other servants in the team if they were
not performing to expectations. Tombs proved to be severe in
his use of the cane. As soon as I showed any slacking off, I
was whacked. I soon noticed that the other slaves who were
used to the hard labour thought it great fun to see, as they
put it, 'these two uppity privileged servants' finally
reduced to the level of a hard working menial slave, with no
special privileges. 

I was to learn that there had been many murmurs amongst the
schools slaves that Ed and I were receiving special pampered
treatment. They were very peeved at this and it was causing
some unrest. I guess in some ways they were correct. Now
they got their revenge.

The law might have stated that ten strokes of the cane was
the legal limit per day but I soon learnt that there was no
regular monitoring of this and if you knew what you were
doing with a cane you could get away with a lot more than
what the law stated. The law certainly didn't seem to phase
Tombs. I lost count of the flicks of the cane that stung my
backside through my shorts. He was careful to make sure he
only flicked me on my backside, which was protected by my
shorts and left no lasting impression. 

When he really wanted to hurt he ordered me to drop my
shorts and undies in front of the other servants so that my
backside was unprotected. He never did this more than ten
times a day though. He soon learnt that this greatly
embarrassed me and he used this over the next weeks as a
special punishment. He never failed to make comment to the
other servants about the small size of my dick. 

Ed was treated in a similar manner, feeling the cane on his
backside also with numerous propensities.

By the end of the first day I was so exhausted and fed up
with all the canings that I wanted to report Tomb's actions
to Mr Norris. 

Ed was adamant that I was not to do so. He said it would
cause no end of unrest and we would be blamed for it. The
chances were the school would be forced to choose between
the two of us or all the other servants and he felt that
they would certainly have to choose in favour of their other
servants and get rid of us. They might crack down on the
schools other servants for their poor attitude but in the
end we would go, as we would be seen as the unsettling
influence.

Being so exhausted by the end of that day from my field
labours, I was almost incapable of doing my house duties. Ed
was the same. He actually asked Mr Norris could we please be
excused for that day only from our duties and be allowed to
shower and go to bed early. 

A servant's life I was finding out again was a cruel
existence. Mr Norris said "No"

"I'm sorry boys but if Ed in particular does not go and do
his houseboy duties tonight it will be noticed by the other
slaves. I think you boys have already found out that you are
not exactly the flavour of the month with the other school
slaves. Because of that I can't let you off from your usual
duties I am really sorry". Mr Norris said

"Boys have a shower quickly to ease your muscles but then
you will have to find the strength to get your duties done"
he said.

Mr Norris looked very concerned for us and was obviously
thrashing many issues about this in his head; however he
made us get on with our duties once we had showered.

That night's duties were the hardest I had ever done. I was
totally exhausted. The shower had helped but after a few
hours I was out on my feet. When Ed walked back in after
finishing his duties he didn't look any better. 

I already had begun loving Mr Norris in a special way before
this night, but tonight I was to find a new dimension to
that love. That night and many after it through those
holidays from hell he made us both sit at the dinner table
which I had set previously and went out to the kitchen and
served us both our dinner, something I usually did. I burst
out crying when he walked in that first night holding our
two plates. I was emotionally drained from the day and this
was just too emotionally overwhelming. Looking across the
table at Ed he smiled at me but he too was swallowing hard
just keeping his own reactions in check. 

My summer holidays from hell continued like this through too
the second last week of the holidays. We had worked hard
doing many hard physical jobs around the school and
certainly our tanned and firm bodies showed the results of
those many weeks of hard labour. Both Ed and I were much
fitter for the experience and our stoic resolve to get our
job done had finally won many of the servants grudgingly
around. We both proved to most of them that we had guts and
that we could take our punishment like men. We never
complained about our treatment.

If Mr Riley or Mr Norris knew how often we were punished
they did not let on. I suspect like most things they knew.
It was however the way of the world to treat servants like
that. The law relating to the punishment of servants I was
quickly to learn was often treated with a fair amount of
latitude provided there were no obvious signs of abuse. A
bit like most people break the speed limit most times they
drive a car but don't consider that a crime and often get
very indignant when they do occasionally get caught and
fined as if they were saying 'what have I done wrong?'.

During mum's monthly visit she did question Mr Norris about
our use during the summer holidays in the grounds as
labourers. He calmly told her of the trouble that had been
simmering within the servants of the school and told her it
was important that they all saw that we were not being given
a privileged position. Mum is not stupid and soon saw that
our continued presence at the school rested on no trouble
between her two sons and the remainder of the servants. I
had hoped mum might have been my way out of the hell I was
in, but no, she agreed it was the best course for the school
and us and was confident that Mr Norris and Mr Riley would
ensure that we were not abused in carrying out our labours.

Jim was awe struck about how well both Ed and I had filled
out during the weeks since the holidays had begun. Jim was
still taller than me and stockier but I was now more
muscular. For the first time in a few years I actually
thought the better for myself about my body.

With two weeks to go, my holidays from hell took a surprise
turn which at first looked like a good opportunity but
turned into just another chapter in my summer holiday of
hellish experiences.

When we were being assessed for the State Servants
Performance Review' the Inspectors had noted that our
training at PHS had not fulfilled all the requirements of
the Juvenile Servant Training Act. We were therefore
required to attend a special two-week intensive training
course at the nearby Bountiful Servant Training College. 

My initial reaction was 'Thank you lord' for saving me from
the labours of the school work gang. I was also going to be
leaving the school for the first time since I was placed
into servitude. That was something I had been craving for,
for months. I was really anticipating going to the college
to refine my servant's skills and thus be an even better
servant to Mr Norris. 

That Monday morning Ed and I waited outside the main steps
to the school, along with Mr Norris dressed in our PHS
sports uniform. We had packed only one change of clothes in
a small sports bag that we had brought along with us. After
a short wait a white bus with almost no windows came up the
drive and stopped in front of us. A grey uniformed
Tallahatchie County Servitude Guard alighted with a
clipboard, acknowledged Mr Norris then yelled out "Edward
and Thomas Carter.

"Sir, yes sir" we replied in unison"

"Strip"

We stood there stunned.

"I said strip" and his hand reached for his stun gun on his
hip.

"Officer please" Mr Norris interjected. "I have had them
pack a change of clothes and all, why are you asking them to
strip".

"Servants have no need of modesty especially young servants
and besides in a lot of the training they are going to
undergo, clothes will be a hindrance. If they need clothing
they will be issued with appropriate clothing at that time.
You had better place their clothing sir in those two bags
and take them back with you till we return in two weeks with
your well trained slaves".

We both saw the look of resignation and of anger on Mr
Norris's face and I think we both decided that it would be
better for all concerned if we stripped as ordered. It
didn't take long till we were both standing naked in front
of the officer. Funny, standing there naked I no longer
tried to cover my modesty. I realised I was now acting like
any trained slave. I was loosing my free citizen mentality
very quickly. 

The Guard had Mr Norris sign for our collection and then we
were pushed up the steps into the bus. Behind the driver
there was one, two seater seats on both sides of the bus
backed by a solid metal wall with a wire mesh door blocking
the way into the bowels of the bus. 

A second guard was standing in front of one of those seats
and she opened the mesh door and pushed Ed and I through
into the remainder of the bus which had no windows and was
half full of naked teenagers of both sexes. 

There was no effort to segregate the sexes. We were marched
down to about half way where the bus had filled up to. Our
hands were handcuffed over our heads and to a metal rail
that hung from the ceiling. The guards left us and closed
and locked the door at the front then sat down in the two
seats and told the driver who I now noticed wore a term
criminal's servant's collar to move off. The air in the bus
at the height of the summer was putrid. There was only
ventilation through vents in the ceiling. The body odour
made me wrench. I could hear the sounds of sobbing from
further down the bus but it was too dark too see much
further down the bus into the darkness that engulfed the
very back section of the bus. 

Opposite me there was a guy about twelve or thirteen I
guess, just standing there looking shocked out of his
existence. There was quite a pretty girl with lovely tits
and an awesome shaved slit just behind this boy. I smiled
and she smiled back and we both blushed. Pity the light was
so dim I thought but then as I started to erect I changed my
mind and was glad my embarrassment was somewhat hidden in
the gloom

Ed and I began to talk to me but the others soon hushed us,
real fear in their voices. The guards had already it
appears, left their marks on a few of the servants before
our stop for speaking. We kept quite. 

I couldn't see very much on our trip to the training
college, the only view being through the wire mesh door at
the front. My desire to get outside the gates of the college
and see the outside world again had turned into nothing. We
stopped another six or seven times picked up individuals or
groups of servants and continued on our way. By the time we
arrived and were herded out of the bus my body felt like it
had been in a sauna. I stunk, I could smell myself.

The use of the cane was plentiful as we were processed into
the college. Any slight movement or flinch and you were
thrashed. My fear levels were increasing every second. I
wanted the safety of Mr Norris and the school.

We were placed into class groups and taken to a communal
showering area where we were at least allowed to wash
ourselves clean. Ed was not in my group all of whom appeared
to be around my age. When dry and still naked it was
straight into our first class.

We were taken to a room full of ironing boards. A lady
instructor immediately began showing us how to iron a shirt,
then we were set to work ironing shirt after shirt. If it
was not perfectly ironed, that is with not a crease mark
showing, you were caned. I was caned a lot. When I
complained that ten was the maximum allowed. The instructor
whom I had already noticed spoke very coarsely replied "Shut
up and speak only when spoken too slave, that outburst will
earn you a demerit point, besides Mr smart-arse, we have a
special exemption certificate from the fucking courts for
this facility. We will determine what is allowed and what is
not allowed here at this college".

I was taken back out the front of the classroom and showed
again and again how to iron a shirt. I really tried hard and
I did get a lot better but by the end of the session I was
marked down as unsatisfactory and was told that that result
would earn extra demerit punishment at the end of the day.
Sewing practise was next. I was hopeless here too and ended
with the same unsatisfactory result. Cooking I passed my
first course but only just and washing, cleaning and servant
behaviour I passed easily. 

I particularly enjoyed Servant Behaviour. When I was first
placed into servitude my modesty would have prevented me
from being totally involved in the sexual aspects of this
course. Now after many months of servitude my sexual desires
and longings had overtaken my modesty. My class was all
fourteen and fifteen year old guys. We were prevented by law
from fucking or being fucked but we were still shown all
sorts of techniques that would please our masters if they
wished to fuck us or they wanted us to fuck them. We even
got to see Ed's class of sixteen and seventeen year old guys
present practical sessions for us. I could see that Ed and
most of the guys in his class were very embarrassed by all
this public scrutiny of their sexual activities. It was good
to watch though. 

We even had practical sessions on oral sex with our
classmates and with some of the female classes. I always
looked forward to the Servant Behaviour classes and was
greatly disappointed when the day's class was on nonsexual
topics like servant stance positions or ways of addressing
masters and other free citizens.

The first night after dinner all of the servants who had an
unsatisfactory rating in any course were called to the front
of the assembled students and informed that we were to be
caned five times for every unsatisfactory course and two
times for each demerit point earned. For me that meant
twelve strokes of the cane. Five for each of the two courses
I had unsatisfactory ratings in and two for the added
demerit point I had earned by speaking out of turn in
ironing. I nearly died when I saw the muscled officer who
was to administer the cane to us. 

One by one we were tied to a special punishment frame in the
front of the room and our bare backs and buttocks were
unmercifully thrashed with the most ferocious strokes I had
ever seen. Our tormentor took a few steps back and actually
stepped in to administer every stroke with the cane. One
slash of the cane had every slave yelling for mercy. By ten
they were almost beyond consciousness. The only slave to
receive more than ten strokes before me was incapable of
standing when he was released. He collapsed to the floor and
some servants were ordered to take him to the clinic for
treatment.

I was shitting myself as I was called up to the frame. The
first stroke, which lashed my bare back, was the worst pain
I had ever experienced. I yelled out, on the third stroke I
lost control of my bladder, a fate which a few before me had
also suffered but none on or before the third stroke. Oh the
sheer pain, followed by more pain and then more pain as my
tormentor trashed the living daylights out of me. I don't
recall when it ended. Some time around the tenth stroke I
passed out and I can remember water being thrown over me and
the stinging sensation on my back as the water ran down my
skin, but I can't remember the end. I can only remember the
nurse in the clinic rubbing some type of soothing balm on my
bleeding back and buttocks. 

I was given little sympathy by the other slaves in my group
as we bunked down that night. They were all too scared of
what might befall them to worry too much about me. I had to
lie on my stomach and after a while the nurse appeared gave
me a tablet which she said would help me sleep and went on
her ways. It must have worked for after a while I drifted
off to sleep. I rolled over in the night and awoke everyone
with an almighty yell of pain. Even the guard on duty came
to check out what was happening.

Never did I want such a punishment again. I passed all my
classes the second day. Ironing only just, but I did. I
don't think I could have survived such a caning again. The
effects of the first nights canings had their effect on all
of the slave students, as there was only one unsatisfactory
caning the second night. It was one of the girls who had
received ten strokes the night before; this time she
received another ten strokes and like me she was carried out
to the clinic after her punishment was inflicted. 

What a fortnight in hell the college proved to be. Sure I
learnt to iron, wash, sew, clean, cook and behave totally
like a slave with great proficiency. But I also learnt
absolute hate for most of the guards and some of the
instructors. 

There were some like Mrs Pennyweather in sewing that showed
real compassion and tried to assist me to reach a
satisfactory level when she saw that I was struggling. A lot
though had been corrupted by the attitude that permeated
that facility. I never met the Superintendent but I hated
him or her. The leader of any establishment sets the tone
and others follow, they had set a bad tone here, as far I
was concerned.

After these two weeks at the college all I could think of
was wait till I could tell Mr Norris and particularly
Inspector Blackmoore when next I saw them.

How could Inspector Blackmoore be a part of such a brutal
regime? She was firm but always humane. This college was
just brutal, did she know? 

The day of graduation we were all handed our certificates
and I received distinctions in servant behaviour, cooking
and cleaning, a credit in washing and a pass in ironing and
sewing.

When the bus dropped me back off at PHS, Mr Norris was there
to greet me. I stepped off naked and putrid just like my
trip to the college. Mr Norris admonished the officer for
treating Ed and I and the other slaves so. 

His only reply was that as a free citizen he was entitled to
his opinion, but that there was little sympathy in the world
for emancipists. Discipline he said was the only sure way of
producing docile service focused slaves. Slaves were no
different to animals he blatantly stated. You soon learn he
said to treat them just the same.

With that and before Mr Norris could say anything in reply
the guard shoved a clipboard in front of Mr Norris who
signed and wrote an additional note he told us later, to the
effect that he was not satisfied that we were humanly
treated. 

The shower at home never felt so good and that night at our
inspections Mr Norris noticed the scaring on Ed's and
particularly on my back and bottoms. 

With his voice nearly breaking he said "I am so sorry boys,
come here".

Very carefully he hugged our naked bodies for a very long
time repeating over and over "I am so sorry, so sorry, this
is just so wrong, I am so sorry"

Ed said "It's ok Mr Norris, its nor your fault it's the
fault of the laws that control servitude.

I was not at that point in time worried who's fault it was
all I wanted was to be loved again so I said to Mr Norris,
"I love you Mr Norris" and left it at that, my horror
holidays from hell were finally over.

End Chapter 13

  
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