Even the Modest Must Serve Chapter 6 
By Steam Train

copyright 2006 by Steam Train, all rights reserved 
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Chapter 6: Look forward not back.


I had a terrible nights sleep!

First there was my new servant's collar. I was not used to
wearing one and no matter which way I lay it felt
uncomfortable, then there was what had happened to me today,
plus the shock of my new extended family, my fathers sexual
perversions, the bunks in the cell were of bare hard timber
with no padding, I had only one miserably thin, almost worn
out blanket to keep my naked body warm and some of the men
in the adjoining cells snored horribly loud or even worse
fucked each other making crude groans and moans. Did they
have no modesty?

Enough reasons?

As I lay there awake, I could see from where I was lying,
through the cell bars into Ed's cell. He was sleeping at the
foot of Raymond, midway along the long top bunk bench of the
three that ran the length of the back wall of the cell.
There had been some attempts to haze Ed too but Raymond with
the help of a few of our older ex servants had put a stop to
that quickly as well.

Some time late in the night weariness over took me and I
dosed off, only to awaken far too soon due to someone
climbing onto the bunk with me. Before I could rouse myself
properly, I felt my blanket lifted and a cool body snuggle
into my own body.

"Shit its cold, are you awake" It was Peter

"I am now, what are you doing?" I replied

"Can I cuddle you? I'm freezing my balls off in here. Let's
share our blankets and use our bodies to warm up" Peter
stated.

Now up until the last day there was no way with my modesty I
would have laid in a bed with any guy and certainly not a
servant. But things had changed greatly and Peter's
suggestion made sense. Even though I had drifted off into a
sleep, I realised I too was cold, the thought of two
blankets and the warmth of our bodies huddled together was
very enticing. I hadn't forgiven Peter for earlier but what
the heck, I wanted warmth.

"Turn and face the wall" Peter said

I did as I was asked and felt Peter's body draw itself close
to my body, shaping itself around the contours of my body.

I was now wide awake and not a little aroused, thank heavens
my penis was facing the wall so Peter wouldn't know, however
I began to sense that Peters penis was equally aroused and
sticking into the space between my bum crack. I remember
thinking 'don't move Thomas'. I didn't and prayed Peter
wouldn't either.

We lay there quite for a few minutes then Peter broke the
silence by asking 

"Have you forgiven me for picking on you this afternoon?"

"No" I replied, "What do you expect, you hurt me and treated
me like shit"

"Yeah, just like I've been treated serving your family",
Peter replied with a bitter tone in his voice.

"I never did anything to you" I pleaded.

"Yeah exactly, I didn't even warrant a thought did I, we
share the same father yet you didn't even take the time to
find that out, did you?"

"Peter, I didn't know my father was like that, how do you
think that makes me feel? My dads been indentured into
service for life today, I have been abandoned by my mother
and indentured into service for fifteen years, I find out my
father has had all these other kids, my half brothers of a
sorts, I know your not legally my half brother but still by
blood you are. I'm totally confused and scared Peter and
your childish efforts earlier didn't help".

Nothing, not a sound, not a movement, had I said too much?

Then, Peter's hand came over the side of my body and he
pulled me tighter in towards him.

"I'm sorry Thomas; I wanted to feel the power this
afternoon. You haven't been a servant long enough to know
what it's like having to serve a master. The spankings and
canings for the smallest error, the total lack of control or
power you have as a servant. Then there you stood, naked
before me, I just wanted to feel the power of ordering you,
one of my former masters around. To make you feel so small
so totally humiliated, the feeling of revenge was so good
Thomas. If Raymond hadn't stopped me I would have done far
worse." Peter stated

"Perhaps" said Peter "I would have regretted it later when I
came to my senses. Raymond has always been saving me from
myself. He's been the best brother a guy could have and now
I'm going to loose him, we will be sold and separated." 

"Fuck our father for bringing this on both of us Thomas.
Don't waste time feeling pity for him, I don't, if he had
managed his company properly we all would have had far more
secure lives in our own ways, even though I hated my own
life with you, it was probably better than I am going to get
now. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Peter exclaimed with deep bitterness
and resentment.

I just lay there for ages and took in Peter's feelings and
thought over what he had said before I replied, "Ok …. Ok, I
forgive you Peter, ok? Now please let's try to get some
sleep!" This was a way too deep a conversation for me
especially at this early hour of the morning.

Morning came too soon, the warmth of Peter next to me was so
comforting I just wanted to lie there but soon guards
aroused us. All the Carter slaves were called out by name
into the hallway from all the holding cells and herded along
till we came to a large room. In the room Ed and I were
separated from the other servants and taken into an
adjoining room. 

"Edward and Thomas Carter?" a matronly middle aged woman
asked

"Yes mam" Ed replied.

"A good try young man, 'Mam yes mam' would be totally
correct but I like your effort, please take a seat boys"

"I'm Inspector Blackmoore from the Department of Homeland
Security; Federal Bureau of Servitude and as your indenture
was under federal jurisdiction I have been assigned to
oversee your introductory training here at the Tallahatchie
County Servitude Processing Centre. We only have today to
teach you the basics as your auction is on tomorrow at
eleven am".

She lowered her head and read the two files located in front
of her. This took over half an hour, I could see the clock
on the wall, there was nothing else to do but sit and wait.
I thought about how strange it was sitting here totally
naked in front of a strange woman. I almost felt no pangs of
modesty anymore and I had only been an indentured servant
for less than 24 hours.

At one point Ed reached over and took my hand, squeezed it
and kept hanging on. Inspector Blackmoore noticed Ed's
actions and I began to worry we would we be in trouble, but
she said nothing and went back to reading the files, but I'm
sure I saw a faint smile on her face. When she was again
focused on the files I glanced over to Ed and smiled. He
looked terrible, maybe I did too, but throughout the last
twenty four hours I had actually been loved more than I had
in all my previous life. That love was coating some of the
fear and resentment I should have been feeling, Ed on the
other hand looked totally miserable and broken. 

Eventually Inspector Blackmoore said "Well boys what can I
say to you to help you out in all of this?"

Then she paused, thought through something in her head then
said "You've come from a life of total privilege to
indentured servitude; it must seem to you like your entering
hell for the next fifteen years. And the honest answer to
that is, yes, it could be hell. Indentured servitude is what
you make of it, it does not have to be hell, and in fact it
can be a totally rewarding experience. It's up to you boys
and the attitude you take into it with you. Fight the fact
that your servant's, look for all the injustices and wrongs
that will occur and there will be resentment and your time
as servants will be hell".

"If I can give you no other advice boys and I will try to
help you in as many ways as I can today, this is the thing
you must try to take with you. Accept you are servants for
the next fifteen years, don't look back on the past it, will
only embitter you, look forward and serve your masters with
100% effort and you will find your servitude rewarding.
Remember it is a Masters duty to discipline and maintain
order in their households and it is a servant's duty to
serve, it is right and just that as a servant, you need hard
work, regular hours, discipline, direction, supervision and
lawful punishment if you step out of line. In fact at the
end of their time many servants volunteer again to serve,
because they feel so fulfilled in serving under these
conditions".

Well what could I say after that speech, so I said the
obvious "Mam yes man", Ed followed suit.

Inspector Blackmoore looked over the brim of her glasses and
gave a faint smile "Heavy, hey boys, but its no idle speech,
I want you boys to settle in quickly, so take in what I said
and the first time you step out of line remember what I said
and adjust your attitude, you'll save yourselves many a good
caning".

The rest of the day was tiring and not without its fair
share of slaps with the cane across both our naked buttocks.
Inspector Blackmoore for all her compassion was still a
master and disciplining errant servants in training was her
rightful duty as she regularly informed us just before a
caning.

We were taught exactly how to stand, how to speak, how to
serve and very embarrassingly how to service our masters.
Both Ed and I had to give one of the local guards a blow job
under instruction from Inspector Blackmoore, I was up first
and I gagged, dry reached and received the worst caning of
the day for my rudeness. I was then made to practise again
on a second guard, much to his enjoyment and my humiliation,
till I was judged satisfactory. Ed suspiciously looked like
he had done it all before and passed the first time around,
just how much had he and Raymond done?

I may have got the biggest caning of the day but poor Ed
suffered the worst humiliation. I was prepubescent so when
it came to preparing our bodies for the auction tomorrow I
was already hairless from neck to toe. Ed was not and had to
stand there in front of me and Inspector Blackmoore whilst
some slaves shaved his small patch of pit hairs, inspected
his chest but found nothing but baby fuzz then shaved off
his lightly haired happy trail, before trimming then shaving
off his reasonably thick pubic bush and shaving his ball
sack smooth. Finally they shaved his legs where he had some
hair starting to grow on his lower legs and ended by shaving
his arse crack smooth. When they had finished poor Ed looked
so much younger, though his penis and balls were much bigger
than mine and after his shaving session they were very erect
which seemed to add to his total humiliation.

Thankfully our head hair was judged satisfactory for the
auction with only minor trimming, Inspector Blackmoore
informing us both that it was better to leave some hair on
the head as different Masters liked to do different things
to servant's hair and if it was cut too short it could spoil
a possible sale.

We were told the laws governing indentured servants were
strict and inflexible so do not break them unless we were
into pain and suffering, however the same laws also laid
down basic protections for slaves, which the Federal Bureau
of Servitude fastidiously upheld by regular inspections.

 Ed was over 16 and was of age, so his masters could use him
fully for sex; however they could not permanently maim,
brand, starve, imprison in confinement for longer than 3
days or administer punishment over the prescribed daily and
weekly maximums without court approval. For me being still
14 there were restrictions on my sexual use. I was relieved
to find out that no one was allowed up my arse till I was
sixteen; as well any Master that took me on had to maintain
me with access to basic schooling until I was sixteen.

This Inspector Blackmoore said would mean I was not as sort
after as Ed and thus I would not fetch as much as Ed would
at auction tomorrow. She even offered the passing comment
that the reason our brother Jim was not joining us was
probably due to the fact that he would be worth even less
and even harder to auction off because he had to be kept
even longer at school.

By the end of the day when we joined our cell mates again
for dinner, I was exhausted and like Ed had a very sore rear
end that made relaxing very uncomfortable. I had never ever
been spanked until till yesterday, now it seemed that every
hour bought a new lashing with the cane. I could hear the
teasing Ed got from all the servants in his cell as he
walked in. There was no hiding the red cane marks on his
newly indentured rear end or the totally bald body. Even
Raymond made a comment to him about "How did it feel to be a
fully fledged servant"?

Only Peter and the two non Carter boys remained in our cell
this night. Peter said the guards had, on processing all the
paperwork reassigned the young Carter servants, my half
brothers as I now thought of them, to family cells with
their mothers, but that he was too old being over 11 years
of age and would be staying. There was some humanity in the
world I thought, though. I also felt a pang of jealousy, the
younger boys had some one who loved them with them tonight,
I only had Ed and maybe Raymond and we were separated by
steel bars.

Peter the little shit, just wanted company and asked
question after question about my day all through eating our
dinner of slave chow, till eventually I had to plead "Come
on Peter, I'm really tired, please come lie with me and lets
get some sleep" It was an offer he couldn't refuse.

To my surprise and relief Peter cuddled up to me and was
soon making mild purring sounds as he fell into deep sleep
before my tired body drifted the same way. I liked the feel
of his body next to mine but my sore bottom meant that it
was not as comfortable as the previous night and it took me
a while to drift off even though I was dead tired.

Again the morning was bought on by guards awakening us from
our slumber. After a breakfast of a porridge like substance
was eaten, all the servants were taken out of their holding
cells marched to the shower room and we were made to wash.
It felt so good to be clean.

I had never been to a slave auction before so I didn't know
what to expect. I was placed back in our cell for many hours
and I watched as the other cells were emptied out. A few
servants came back and were put in their cells again, some
of the experienced servants from our estate told me through
the bars that those returning hadn't been sold and would
have to wait till the next auction.

It was then that a new fear hit me. 

I realised that when the turn of Ed and Raymond's cell came
and if they were sold, I would never see them again. You
would think that with all that had happened to me in the
last 48 hours that I would cope with this new fear, but I
didn't. I broke down completely. 

I was inconsolable. Nothing Ed, Raymond anyone could do or
say had any effect on me. I was about to be totally alone
and I could not cope with that thought.

I contemplated ending it all right then, I had nothing to
live for, except pain and humiliation. Death for the first
time in my young life seemed the best option, but there was
nothing to end my life with. I guess in hind sight it was a
not too uncommon a feeling for many a newly indentured
servant and so we were deliberately kept naked with only the
flimsiest of blankets and nothing more than a light weight
plastic spoon was ever given us to eat with.

When I even failed to respond to several severe cane strokes
from a couple of the guards my totally distressed state was
obviously noted, for the next thing I knew Inspector
Blackmoore and a young man who looked to be in his early
thirties were sitting beside me on the bunk. The inspector
said 'Remember what I said Thomas, look forward not back".
Then she hugged me. 

Her hug didn't end my bitter despondency but it did give me
some little sense that not all was foul with the world. The
man accompanying her smiled at me and asked what exactly was
making me so unhappy? 

I replied through my sobs that I was never going to see Ed
or Raymond ever again. They were being auctioned soon and
would be taken away by their new masters.

The man asked who Raymond was, and after I gained enough
composure to tell him about Raymond, I then pointed him out
to her through the bars. He was still standing there with
Ed, looking gravely concerned for me. 

The man introduced himself as Dr Learner, a child
Psychologist who was attached to the centre and then turned
to the Inspector and beckoned with his head towards Raymond
and Ed in the next cell.

Inspector Blackmoore immediately told the guard that had
fetched her to bring Raymond and Ed around to my cell.

Without thinking I hugged her tight and then shook Dr
Learners hand and said "Thank you, thank you so much"

Inspector Blackmoore half-heartedly admonished me for
improper behaviour to a Master, but began blushing, so she
quickly turned to the guard and said "Leave them here
together till its time for their auction" and she beat a
quick retreat out of the cell, followed by Dr learner who
had a huge grin across his face.

It was a simple act of kindness that was not by "the book',
but it took my mind off my abject misery. I may never have
been going to forget the past days but like wise I will
never forget Inspector Blackmoore and dr Learner for that
act of pity and kindness.

We had less than an hour together before Ed and Raymond's
cell were called for auction but we made good use of our
limited time. I hugged Ed tightly the moment he came in and
Raymond did the same with his brother Peter. Ed was my
brother, I could do nothing more but feel our love in that
tight embrace but at that same moment I realised, I really
wanted more and that Raymond could give me that.

Stuff my modesty; I thought, let the whole world see how I
longed for Raymond.

After a long hug with Ed where nothing was said but much was
conveyed, I beckoned Raymond over from Peter and taking a
blanket, we cuddled down on the bench. 

I noticed once as I glanced momentarily away from Raymond,
Ed and Peter looking at us in disbelief. I don't think they
thought I had it in me to do such a thing. The next time I
glanced across Ed and Peter were sitting further along the
bench quietly talking, I suspect about Raymond and I. After
that I focussed fully on Raymond happy that I was getting
some love out of this last brief meeting before our
permanent separation.

For the last time I felt Raymond's firm pecks, erect nips,
tight stomach and arse, his smooth pubes and his erect
penis. I too was erect and we stroked each other gently and
lovingly to a mutual climax. For a few brief moments the
utter pain of our imminent separation was forgotten as an
overwhelming flush of love and pleasure swept all worldly
concerns away.

End Chapter 6


  
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