Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 5 
By Steam Train

copyright 2006 by Steam Train, all rights reserved 
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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


  
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