Steam Train

Even the Modest Must Serve

1
Prosperity

I was the middle son of three brothers. My eldest brother Edward R. Carter IV had just turned 16, I, Thomas J. Carter was 14 and my younger brother James E. Carter was 13. We were close in ages and growing up we were close as brothers. My parents on the other hand were very distant figures.

When you are the Chairman and Chief Executive Officer of C.I.C. one of the largest Insurance companies in the nation, you are a busy man with much on your mind. C.I.C. was headquartered in New York and dad spent a lot of his time when we were growing up away in New York. Mum often accompanied him leaving the three of us in the care of nannies back home in Piney Hills.

Dad had residences in New York, Aspen and Piney Hills, but it was the Piney Hills residence near Eastbrook that was considered home. New York was an apartment used by our parents and Aspen was the ski lodge.

Even though there was little time to spend with us kids dad always ensured he appeared, no matter ever how briefly, at most of the important events in our lives. It was socially important to be seen and it ensured you looked the part in correct social circles at those times.

My mother Joanna was even more aloof from us kids, her position as the wife of one of the most influential businessmen of the time meant certain responsibilities and commitments. She was the chairperson of the National Benevolent Fund for Destitute Freemen, sat on numerous committees and was greatly involved in the arts at a national level. There was little time for her children and after all she had indentured servants to assist the nannies in caring for us. We hardly saw her when we were growing up even when she was in residence at Piney Hills, except at the breakfast and dinner table.

All this meant that we were cared for in our younger years by trusted nannies assisted by family servants and as we grew up and became teenagers and the nannies moved on; it was still the family servants appointed by my father that cared for our daily needs under the watchful eye of Mr. Harris the Overseer.

My father was very wealthy, having succeeded to the Chairman ship of C.I.C. at the age of 35 when my Grandfather Edward R Carter II died suddenly. Our residence in Piney Hills was locally referred to as the 'mansion,' though its real name was 'Prosperity'. We lived in a very exclusive gated community in the most affluent section of Piney Hills, but even by the local standards our house was larger and more opulent than any others in that community. This gave us kid's status and we knew and used that status well.

It gave our slave servants status of sorts too and I had noticed in the past how they were proud to be seen around Piney Hills and Eastbrook on errands wearing my father's servant livery.

My brothers and I shared a wing of the house that consisted of three suites, one for each of us kids. Within the suite we had our own sitting room, study, small kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. When I had friends from school over, I was the envy of even the wealthiest of them; none had the freedom of their own suite and a personal servant, like my brothers and I had. Admittedly, we three brothers had to share the servant, but that would change when we turned 18, then we would get our own personal slave body servant as dad had promised.

I for one was glad that it was 18 before a servant would be appointed, because at 14, I was very modest and insisted that Raymond the most recent servant appointed by my father to care for our personal needs within the three suites was never in my suite when I dressed or washed.

I know my brothers didn't have the same feelings of modesty and would walk around their suites in various stages of undress with no sign of embarrassment. They would do it when I was there visiting them and they didn't care if Raymond was working in their room either. Like a well trained servant he always kept his head bowed and eyes lowered and I know both my brothers thought, what did it matter if he saw them, he was after all only a slave.

Still I preferred to lock the door to my suite when I was changing or using my bathroom. The other domestic servants who made our beds and cleaned the suites knew to do their work when I was at school or out about the house. I rarely saw them, or maybe it was that I just didn't notice them; they were of little consequence to me anyways as long as they did their jobs satisfactory.

My brother Ed had taken lately to taunting me in front of Jim about my excessive modesty, he could see it made me blush a shade of red and I wondered if both he and Jim knew the truth behind my modesty.

Surely not, but still over the last six months my younger brother Jim had shot up in height till he was about two inches [5cm] taller than me. This was embarrassing as no guy likes to be left behind by his younger brother.

This was highlighted yesterday when there were another two official looking gentlemen inspecting the house. This had become a regular and extremely worrying occurrence in the last two weeks after the Federal Jury in dad's trial had returned its guilty verdict and dad's trial drew to its concluding stage. I came across them as I was walking through the east wing hall of the house.

They mistook me for Jim!

As I approached they flipped through a pile of paper attached to a clipboard, introduced themselves by name and before I could respond said "You must be Master James." I tried to hide my embarrassment and taking a firm but high pitched voice quickly corrected their error. I blushed again when one said to the other, "Doesn't look 14." They shrugged and continued on their inspection and I still flushed and hoping no servants had overheard the conversation hurried on my way.

The weather in early autumn was still good, not too hot and not too cold. There was still a lot of warmth in the sun but some how there was a chill in my soul that just wouldn't go away.

Dad's trial was taking its toll on the whole household. A few days ago the prosecution and dad's defence team had given their final submissions as to the sentencing penalty to go with the guilty verdict.

Due to the influence of my father and his legal team a jury trial had been agreed to and they had even succeeded in having the trial held locally in Eastbrook not in New York. Dad's legal team arguing that the local community were less likely to convict!

Being tried by jury was very unusual these days. Since the judicial reforms of President Shelley, trials had become very quick and most of the legal process had been greatly simplified and streamlined but in dad's case his legal team had been successful in having a full trial before a Federal Jury enacted in Eastbrook.

The effect of the drawn out trial was having it's effect at 'Prosperity', the servants were getting noticeably sloppy and Dad, preoccupied with his defence was not the firm and forceful master he had been throughout all my childhood memories. Our overseer, Mr. Harris and his assistant Lyons along with the apprentice overseer Charker were trying their best to keep the household running tightly, but even I could sense that even they were wondering about their on going employment prospects.

Raymond knocked that morning on my suite door and then entered as he had always done. I could hear his soft steps as he pulled the curtains in my sitting room then knocked again on my bedroom door, which was open.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhkkkkk Raymond," I moaned in my usual grumpy morning attitude

"Morning Master Thomas sir," Raymond brightly replied.

Why he had to be so bright and cheerful in the morning I could never understand. I was not a morning person. I guess it was part of his servant training, servants were expected to always be happy in the company of their masters and other freemen.

Raymond had been our servant for nearly twelve months now. He had been born a servant, on our property, his mother being in dad's service. I had never heard mention of who his father was. He grew up as part of our household and had been trained as he grew up, on dad's specific instructions to serve me and my brothers needs.

He was, my brother Ed had once told me, a year old than Ed. There was something about Raymond that reminded me of someone, but I could never quite put my finger on whom. Raymond like us three brothers was blond, a hair colour that my father must have liked, for I had noticed that nearly all of the younger servants who worked in dad's service were blond.

"That will be all, you may leave," I bluntly replied.

When I heard the suit door close I got out of bed and went and locked the door, Raymond of course had a key but he would not dare to use it if I had locked the door and he knew I was in my suite.

I showered and began dressing in my school uniform that Raymond had laid out the night before. By the time I was fully dressed in the middle school summer uniform of the Piney Hills School which consisted of an open neck short sleeve khaki shirt with phs emblazoned on the pocket and matching shorts accompanied by black lace up shoes and grey long socks with the schools colours ringed around the top, which all middle school boys wore scrunched down so that the socks looked like they were baggy short socks.

Jim wore the same uniform but Ed was now in the senior school and wore a short sleeve white shirt with the senior school tie, grey long trousers and black shoes.

The Piney Hills School was very elitist and exclusive, even more so than it's close neighbour 'The Hills Grammar'. It was run like an English Public School with all the associated traditions, transported into the deep south of the U.S.A.

As usual Ed knocked on my door as he emerged to go down for breakfast then went over and knocked on Jim's door. The three of us would go down to partake breakfast with our parents together.

Raymond was standing in position at the end of the hall that lead to our suites, outside the small anti room he used when on duty in our wing. He rudely stepped out in front of us, halted us as we walked by and checked our uniforms, made some minor adjustments to Jim and my uniforms, then eventually bowed his head, but I thought in a very sloppy almost impertinent manner and then waited for us to move around him.

Annoyed I said to Ed that I felt Raymond was in need of some encouragement, he was forgetting his place as a servant. Ed at first seemed to hesitate but then after some thought agreed with my comment saying to me "The fact that there was some uncertainty hanging over the household was of no concern to a servant. That was one of their privileges as servants; they didn't have to worry about anything except serving their masters."

Ed turned to Raymond and he told him his attitude was poor and that this afternoon at 4pm when we returned from school he should present himself for five paddles to help him refocus on his correct servant attitude.

"Thank you for correcting my ways master," Raymond replied dutifully but there was still a hint of attitude in his voice.

Ed having just past his sixteenth birthday, had been presented with his masters cane and paddle and was authorised to use them on our servants if he deemed it necessary. Dad had limited that authority in practise to just the paddle, as dad felt there could be no chance of Ed causing any long term harm to ant servant if he just used the paddle.

What a great party Ed's sixteenth had been only those few months back, took everyone's mind off the trial for a short while. As is traditional, Ed was given his first paddle and cane by dad and Raymond was given the honour as our personal servant of receiving Ed's first paddling.

It had been beautiful to watch. Ed had practised and built up his technique over the previous month and Raymond acknowledged the skill Ed had shown at his coming of age paddling by shedding a few tears. I had already told Raymond I was looking forward to my coming of age paddling and hoped he would get to receive the honours from me as well. He had of course replied "Yes master, thank you," but he didn't seem to appreciate the significance of being the coming of age recipient like we free boys did.

Breakfast with our parents had never been a pleasant experience but lately it was sheer torture. You could cut the air with a knife. Dad and mum were obviously upset and nervous about the trial and it was showing especially after the guilty verdict.

In fact for the last three days mum had not even been able to bring herself to look us boys in the eyes, it was as if she was embarrassed by something else about us or her, not just about dad's current predicament.

I confess I didn't understand very much of the consequences that could arise from Dads trial, I just wasn't interested in all that grown up stuff. Jim was the same but Ed had taken both of us aside as the tensions at the breakfast table had risen week after week and explained the little he knew to us, Ed explained that from what he knew, yes, it was possible now dad was found guilty that the courts could make him pay up big time for the financial losses that the collapse of the families insurance business had caused. We could be financially ruined.

Some of the kids at school had started bullying both Ed, Jim and even more so me, about dads trial and taunted us all that soon we would be 'working class boys' or that we were 'sons of a criminal.'

Both Ed and Jim were much more physical and dominant than me and it helped them at this time, the guys at school soon realised I was an easier target and was not as capable of fighting back.

Guys who I though were my friends began to shun me, they were not the ones actually bullying me but I could feel their embarrassment when I was near them. They really didn't want to be associated with what they now perceived as a looser, a working class boy. In the past our families superior status had protected me, I now began to realise things were changing, I just didn't realise then just how much and how radically.

Ed broke the silence at the breakfast table by asking dad if the last day of the trial was today.

Dad replied, "Yes, the Judge was handing down his verdict at 10am." You could tell in dad's voice that he was more scared of today's events than he was trying to convey to us.

Mum then joined in the conversation; she asked "Would you boys like to help your dad out today?"

"No Joanna, I don't want them involved in this, I've told you," dad interjected, but mum went on the offensive. "Eddy you know you need all the help we can get in that court room today, if the kids are there supporting you it will look good in front of the Judge."

This was new, we had never been involved in the trial at all, in fact we had been sheltered from most of the fallout as far as possible.

"Look at them Eddy if they appear in court in their phs uniforms it will send the right message to the Judge, you know, like you, he is a phs old boy.

Dad had to agree, it made sense but he was very protective of us and was not sure it would be a good experience for us. We all said we were desperate to do anything to help and besides, I though, a day off school was a bonus, I didn't add that thought of course.

This change in plans gave us boys some spare time on our hands, as we were not leaving for the court till 9.00am, so Ed suggested we bring forward Raymond's paddling. Ed mentioned this to dad whose mind was on other more important things. He just shrugged and said "What ever you think Edward," then added, "Your growing up so fast, a real man now aren't you!"

Raymond was not impressed when we informed him that we had spare time and that Ed would conduct his paddling now. Ed ordered him into his study and told him to strip. Raymond didn't hesitate as he knew it was not appropriate to hesitate, he took off the Carter tunic, Carter shorts, Carter briefs and sandals and laid across a chair in Ed's study.

The site of his near naked body, he of course was still wearing his slave collar, excited me I have to admit, I had only seen him naked once before at Ed's coming of age party. On that occasion like now you could see the red blush marks on Raymond's body. Slaves are not supposed to be embarrassed about being naked but my father ran a very progressive household for his servants and never forced servants to work naked. He even supplied proper underwear, which was not the norm for a lot of servants. I could sympathise with Raymond's blushing. I sure would have blushed if I were made to stand naked in front of others, especially if they were all younger than me, as was the case here.

Raymond had a good smooth taught body and as was tradition with slaves he was shaved from neck to ankle. I wondered how much pubic hair was shaved off but it was hard to tell as he was beautifully clean shaven. This really highlighted his penis and balls. He wasn't well hung but who was I to complain, he was far better hung than me at that time and I found looking at him naked made my pants begin to tent, so I quickly went and sat on the other chair. Jim I noticed had signs of a similar problem but both chairs were now occupied, so he just crouched forward to give his dick more room, pretending to be observing Raymond more closely.

Ed gave his usual energetic performance with the paddle and by the fifth stroke Raymond was crying slightly. We had all been taught of course that this is just what you want the servant to do, and once he does then you continue even harder so you force him through the pain to a new level of compliance. Ed did just this and did not stop till the maximum ten stokes he was allowed by dad to administer. Raymond was now really crying, his penis was fully erect much to my excitement, his body was covered in perspiration and he had snot running down his face from his nose.

Ed told him to go back to his quarters and clean up, but be back in 15 minutes to resume his duties with the right attitude. He went to pick up his clothes but I asserting my power over him, said "Leave then, you can put them on when you're clean, we don't want soiled clothing on our servant."

He almost said something but checked him self and bowed then left the room. I'm sure he heard Jim and I congratulating Ed on a job well done and deserved.

Ed informed Raymond once he returned and dressed that it was likely that we would be back early today, so he needed to have the suites finished by 1pm at the latest.

2
The Best Laid Plans Don't Always Work

The drive seemed to take for ever. Everyone was very sullen and no one said hardly anything. I was so nervous as we got to the courthouse in downtown Eastbrook, and I wasn't the one being sentenced. There were TV cameras everywhere from all the national and local stations and when we entered the courtroom the cable legal station was setting up to broadcast the sentencing live; such was the national interest in this case. I tried to stay away from the cameras as I could not see any benefit in having my face broadcast across the nation.

Dads legal team had argued in their sentencing submission that dad should not have to bear the full financial liability for the collapse. They argued that he had a wife and children to support plus an extensive servant holding along with overseers who depended on his livelihood.

The prosecution submitted a firm but by no means draconian submission, mellowed through influential contacts in the high places my father and his legal team inhabited. The Prosecution argued that a firmer line had to be taken and they had asked the court to confiscate all dad's assets in part payment to all the suffering policy holders that had been affected.

Dad's senior counsel said the Prosecutions requests could have been worse but he had ensured through his contacts that no servitude order would be asked for by the prosecution.

At precisely 10am the court was called to order and the Honourable Judge George Unwin took his place.

The clerk of the court stood and said, "Edward Raymond Carter III please present yourself for sentencing."

Dad rose from his seat and turned and kissed mum then clasped the hands of all three of us kids sitting behind him. It was a genuine clasp of my hands, even though it was also meant to focus the Judge on our family. I said to dad "Good luck," and squeezed his hand tight. I had never felt closer to my dad than at that moment. When he finished with Jim, he turned and with as much dignity as he could muster, walked to stand before the Judge, he was escorted by two court Bailiffs.

As he stood there before the Judge, I though dad with all his dignity still looked worried and nervous standing there waiting to receive his sentence. I was not used to seeing dad in such a powerless state.

Judge Unwin began his summing up.

"Edward Raymond Carter III you have been tried and convicted by a jury of your peers. I have listened to the arguments submitted on you behalf by the defence team and find them inadequate in compensating for the scale of loss suffered by the numerous policy holders of C.I.C. the company of which you were the Chief Executive. Responsibility ended with you and you failed to take that responsibility seriously and with due financial prudence. The prosecution has placed a strong argument that greater compensation for all the distraught and financially disadvantaged policy holders needs to be made by this court and I believe the community expects this court to impose a substantive sentence on you the person judged responsible for the collapse of C.I.C.

I therefore order that all the assets of Edward Raymond Carter III are to be liquidated by the state and the funds raised used to partially compensate the effected policy holders. And due to the fact that I consider the communities concerns about this case to be stronger than the prosecutions presented sentencing request.

I further order…"

I heard dad's senior counsel mutter "What the heck," to his colleague.

"… that Edward Raymond Carter III is from this time forward stripped of his rights as a free citizen and placed into criminal servitude for the term of his natural life."

Everything happened at once.

My mother screamed "Nooooooooooooooo !"

My brother Ed gasped.

Jim cried out "Fuck you!"

I was just totally shocked and sat there open mouthed, totally unbelieving of what was happening before my eyes.

The packed courtroom gave a simultaneous inhalation of shock.

Dad turned and looked at his counsel with a look of complete fear and panic in his eyes and face.

The counsel just shook his head and held his index finger up to his lips to indicate silence.

That chill that had been in my soul froze, then spread instantly over my whole body, my heart ached and felt like it had stopped beating.

The Judge banged his gabble and ordered the court to order.

Dad collapsed onto the floor.

The Bailiffs standing at dad's side didn't even try to catch him, they just let him fall to the floor. One Bailiff then walked to the defence bench and picked up a pitcher of water returned to dad's prostrate body on the court room floor and very unceremoniously began tipping the water over my dads face and expensive suit whilst rudely commenting "Wakey, wakey slave boy."

When dad revived consciousness the other Bailiff ordered, "Get to your feet boy and hurry up about it!"

Judge Unwin again called the unruly court to order, then addressing the Bailiffs ordered, "To emphasise the slaves new status, a slave appears before a court in this jurisdiction naked. Undress him!"

Dad just stood there totally shocked and as white as a ghost. To dads utter humiliation and mine but to murmurs from the courtroom, the Bailiffs roughly removed his wet suit coat, tie, shirt, wedding ring, watch, shoes, socks, undid his belt removed his suit trousers and then the final humiliation his boxers. Dad tried to cover his genitals but one Bailiff removed an electric slave prod from his belt and with a light jab sent an electric shock through my father, forcing him to scream, whilst the other Bailiff told dad, "Slaves don't need to worry about being modest, that's a freemen's right."

One Bailiff's grabbed dad's penis and lead him to the clerk of the courts desk where the clerk was busy typing into his computer. After a minute he produced a microchip, from a drive on his computer and placed it in the lock of a new servant collar. I knew from lessons at school all about servant collars and that this chip would contain all of dad's details including his new community servants number. The collar was made of a metal chain coated in mesh and plastic. The design and color indicated the status, state and country where the slave was registered.

I noticed how easily it went on around dads neck, just a soft click!

His arms were hand cuffed behind his back and then the ceremonial removal of dad's head, pubic hair and pit hair to symbolise that his free life was over was done in front of the assembled court by the other Bailiff using a battery powered clipper.

Dad just stood there in a large plastic tub, looking totally broken, totally humiliated, totally embarrassed shoulders slumped standing amongst the small mounds of his dark blond hair that were falling into the tub around his bare feet.

One of the Bailiffs' then grabbed dad very tightly by the ear and started pulling him to the other side of the courtroom. As he pulled him forward across the room, he also tugged downward on the ear. For the first time in his life, dad had to stoop like a humble slave.

When they got to the other side of the courtroom, dad was pulled up onto a raised platform with a low padded hand rail. The bailiff had him turn his buttocks to the audience and bend over the rail. Dad was on view to everyone his cuffed hands trussed against his back, his buttocks sticking up, and his shaved scrotum clearly dangling between his legs.

Two of the Bailiff's came up on the platform and stood on either side of Dad. One Bailiff selected a purpose designed punishment paddle from the implements cupboard. It was in shape and design similar to a large hair brush without the bristles and along it's surface were perforations that reduced the wind drag and maximized the impact on the recipient.

With his left hand the Bailiff grabbed dad's shoulder, while the Bailiff's standing to dad's sides each grabbed an ear and did a very tight ear twist to hold dad down in a stooping position over the rail. Once they had him secured by the ears, the Bailiff swung the paddle and let the first stroke land.

Even though it was my own dad I sat mesmerized seeing for the first time my own father having to endure a bare naked slave paddling. It was also a mesmerizing sight for those gathered in the courtroom as dad began to kick and flay his legs about as he lost all semblance of composure, his once posh and refined voice screamed out, desperate to try and relieve some of the pain he was experiencing.

As the strokes reigned down on dad's ever reddening bottom I noticed through his legs that his penis was erect and heard the unmistakable sound of dad bawling like a prepubescent boy and dad's voice begging shamelessly for mercy from anyone who would listen.

No one in authority of course listened to his pleas. Everyone knew even I that slaves have to get bare naked paddlings all the time and the assembled audience in the courtroom knew very well that the pro forma paddling dad was receiving before them was the traditional way of assuring them, the respectable, law-abiding citizens including our family, that dad was now truly a slave.

When the paddling was over the Bailiffs stood dad up and turned him around to face the public gallery. Dad was totally erect and to add to his humiliation his nose was running and unable to use his hands to gain relief, dad regardless of the humiliating spectacle did the dance of the spanked on the spot up on the platform before all of us in a vain attempt to ease the throbbing pain he was experiencing in his red raw bottom.

Some of the courtroom visitors laughed out loud at dad's juvenile antics and humiliating aroused state.

I just lowered my eyes, embarrassed and ashamed.

Once the paddling was completed the Bailiffs made my father face the judge who then said, "As is tradition, I present to the public here represented at this court a new slave. Bailiffs parade the servant to the community."

With this order one of the Bailiffs again grabbed dad's penis and lead him around the court so all could see and inspect his naked body. I looked away in shame and my brothers and mum bowed their heads and we all cried, mum, Ed, Jim, and me. However before I turned my head I noticed dad too was crying.

The final act in this scene of utter humiliation was when the Judge ordered dad taken to the cells for processing and shipment to the Tallahatchie County Servitude Processing Centre to start his new life. A life the Judge summed up that would consist till his dying breath of serving the community so that in some small way he could feel he had made amens for the financial grief so many had suffered.

The last I ever saw of my father was as he was taken down the steps inside the courtroom to the cells below and he glanced back, our eyes briefly met and I'm sure he saw in my eyes, my love, I hope and pray he did and that it gave him some strength to endure his new life. At that moment I loved my dad more than I had ever loved him before.

I was shattered. Why had I come?

Till this day I have not forgotten every detail of that morning and the fate that befell my family because of those events.

3
Pleasure and Ecstasy

Funny I had so many questions in my head I wanted answers too, but we all just sat there in deadly silence. Ed with his head bowed into his hands, Jim his eyes closed softly sobbing and me just staring at the opposite wall trying desperately to come to terms in my own mind with what had happened.

I could hear all the voices in deep conversation in the inner office but eventually when I tried to focus on what they were saying the sound was too muffled and I was none the wiser. They were in there for ages. Some times a junior legal aid would leave on some errand and return later. On one occasion a legal clerk came out of the inner office carrying a folder and stopped and looked at us. Sensing he was looking Ed raised his head and asked, "Can I help you?"

The clerk asked who of us was Edward Carter and who was Thomas Carter. Ed replied before I could, that he was Edward and pointing to me said, "And that's Thomas."

Strangely that was it, the clerk just grunted acknowledgement and walked on out of the office, returning some 30 minutes later with the folder tucked under his arm. This time I noticed the folder had a big red state seal stamp and the words Indenture authorisation stamped in red across the front of the file. I was sure that was not there before. I presumed wrongly at that time that it was dad's paperwork.

Eventually around one o'clock the inner office door opened and I heard dads lawyer say to mum that he would see her at the estate at 3.30pm when the Federal liquidators had advised they would be arriving to take possession of all the assets He reminded mum to have the paid estate staff assembled at 3.30pm so he could finalise their employment and that the estate overseer should prepare all the slave's ready for transport to the Tallahatchie County Servitude Processing Centre by 3.30pm as well.

Our poor staff I though breaking my mind momentarily from its deep despondency about dad. They are being sold off or retrenched.

What about us was my next though?

No servants, no house, were we totally poor? Did mum have money or was it all gone?

I should have been worrying about dad and what he must have been going through at that very moment below where we stood, but suddenly I was not, I was worried about myself and the shame and humiliation of being poor.

The media had mostly left by now but there were a few photographers still outside the courthouse who tried to take our pictures and so we hurried to our Bentley, which was waiting to pick us up. The servant chauffer briefly turned around as soon as were on our way and addressing mum, said "I'm so sorry mam about Master Carter, he was a good master."

Now slaves are not supposed to speak unless they are spoken to or unless seeking direction. However how could you chastise a servant for saying that, so mum just smiled and said "Thank you Henry, I appreciate your thoughts."

After a while Ed asked mum the question I am sure we all wanted to ask. "Mum what's going to happen now?"

Mum was quite for a long while, then, she turned to Ed and said she had made special arrangements for the care of us all. Dad and her had prepared the arrangements earlier in the week and now that the trial had turned out worse than dad had planned, she had decided that as the sole parent of us three boys (dad being enslaved for life was now legally not our father and mum was instantly divorced) to put those arrangements into action.

Mum said "When the family lawyer calls this afternoon at 3.30pm he would have all the information, the good thing about what your dad and I have planned is that we will all be cared for and looked after, one way or the other. In fact in some ways we are better off with your dad being indentured than if he had only been fined."

I remember wondering immediately what 'one way or the other' meant and how could dads indenturement possibly be better for us, however before I could ask, mum said "now that's enough questions, I'm in no mood to talk, I have a splitting headache and I need to think, so please for the remainder of the trip home leave me in peace."

It was about 1.45 when we pulled into the drive of 'Prosperity'. There was a small media throng outside the front gate, but none came onto the property.

Mr. Harris our overseer met us at the house and he accompanied mum inside. We were told by mum to go to our rooms but to assemble outside the servant's quarters by 3.25pm so we could farewell the staff and servants as the Federal liquidators took ownership.

Just as we turned to head off to our rooms, mum added, "Oh Jim, I want to see you alone at 3.10pm in the study please."

Jim asked "Why mum," but she either did not hear or choose to ignore his question and immediately said "Mr. Harris in the study please we have much to organise before the liquidators arrive at 3.30pm."

As we walked to our wing of the house Jim asked, "Shit what have I done guys?"

We both shrugged our shoulders and said "Dunno."

Raymond was waiting in his anti room and on hearing us approach took his position outside of the room. Like our chauffer he spoke first this time, "I'm sorry about your father, masters."

He seemed genuinely upset; in fact I then noticed his eyes were red from rubbing. It amased me a slave servant would be so moved, he was after all just a slave not even a free citizen.

Ed like mum before him said, "Thanks I know we all appreciate your thoughts."

None of us felt much like talking after the day's events and we all went straight off to our own rooms, so that in our own ways we could come to terms with what had befallen us.

In my case, in my room alone for the first time, the enormity of what had happened hit me. I curled up on my bed, tucked my knees up onto my chest and the tears and emotions just overflowed. I just cried and cried, called out "dad, oh dad," and let the emotions sweep over me. I was so upset that I didn't hear Raymond enter my suit or come to my bedroom door. The first I knew of his presence was when I heard him ask "Master Thomas are you all right."

"Fucking hell no I'm not and who gave you permission to speak to me or enter my room," I screamed at him.

His face showed a look of shock, then he said "Sorry Master Thomas I was only concerned for you."

I looked up at him, our eyes met and all my anger at him instantly defused. I could see in those eyes that he was genuinely concerned for me, far more so than my mother had shown.

"Oh Raymond, please forgive me," I replied

He came over to me and totally unexpectantly he hugged me.

I was speechless, Raymond had never touched me, no one touched me, not even my mother except for a slight peck of a kiss on my cheeks in the mornings some times. Dad only ever shook my hand he never hugged me. Now my servant was holding me close, I could feel his firm muscular body against mine. I could feel the comforting feelings surging from his body to mine. I had never experienced such feelings of warmth, of love. I should have reported him for touching me but I didn't want that at all, what I wanted was for him to keep hugging me; I put my arms around him and hugged him back.

As we stood there hugging my emotions surged again and the tears flowed, I sobbed and sobbed. Raymond just held me tight.

"There, there Master Thomas it will be alright. I am here to serve you sir," said Raymond.

That bought another burst of tears and sobs out of me before gaining a semblance of composure I replied "No Raymond you won't, I know the liquidators are taking all the slaves away at 3.30pm this afternoon for resale. I'm loosing you too Raymond."

I felt his body tighten, I looked up into his eyes again and could see the fear, the same look of fear I had seen earlier in my dads eyes.

"I shouldn't have told you that, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you Raymond," I said.

He just hugged me tighter, I could feel it, he could feel it, at that moment he needed me and I needed him. We weren't master and servant we were companions in need of comfort.

We edged ourselves over to my bed and we sat side-by-side, arms around each other's shoulders, holding each other tight still, saying nothing.

Eventually I said," Raymond?"

"Yes master," he replied.

"I'm sorry for this morning, I realise now that was so wrong of me, I treated you like a slave not a servant."

I felt a tight squeeze then Raymond said "You should not apologise Master Thomas, it is your right to correct my behaviour.

"No Raymond, you really did nothing wrong, you were worried in your own way about the trial just as we were, and it was wrong of me to expect that not to have some effect on you. I now know it was totally unreasonable for me to expect you to go on with you duties as if nothing was happening. Look at your situation now, your being sold off after spending all your life here with us. You have no say over this and that is so unfair."

It was a defining moment in my life, all my previous prejudices were thrown out, slaves were not just some lesser animal. They were human beings with feelings and emotions, I now realised this. My dad was now a slave; he deserved my compassion and love still, just as much as before he was enslaved.

I looked at Raymond and to my own amazement I confessed to him, "The truth is Raymond, this morning I was glad Ed punished you because I wanted to see you naked."

I felt his hug soften, his body react to my comment, was he drawing away from me?

Quickly I added "I know that was wrong, totally wrong. This morning I could see you were embarrassed and I enjoyed your embarrassment and humiliation. I even made it worse by making you go back to your quarters naked, so all the other servants could see you naked. That was so wrong; I should suffer for doing that to you. How can I ever make that up to you before your taken away, I'm so sorry Raymond I've been so terrible to you."

'It is your right master Thomas, you did nothing wrong," Raymond replied.

"Oh yes I did and you know it. You wanted to say so this morning but your training worked, you bit your tongue, I saw you, don't deny it Raymond. What I did might be right by law but it was not right by moral decency. My father always treated all his servants with decency, I broke that trust, I'm not worthy to be your master Raymond."

As I look back on this conversation it amazes me that at 14, I could all of a sudden come to such mature views. I think dads trial had been the catalyst and unlocked a door in my mind, which once opened could not be shut ever again and has lead me to where I am today.

"Master," said Raymond, "You are now more than ever deserving of being my master. The truth is Master Thomas, up until this moment I have always resented you, with your wealth and easy life style. I had none of this, my fife was all work and service for you boys, so that you could enjoy your wealth and position. Now Master Thomas all I want is to serve you and I can't, life is so unfair to a servant."

"Raymond you can't imagine how much that last comments means to me. No one since my servant nanny has really cared for me. My parents were to busy too show me much true love and you and your predecessors always were reserved as a servant should be. To know that now all you want to do is serve me is almost overwhelming."

An hour ago there was no way I would have talked like this to anyone let alone a servant, now I was confessing and discussing my deepest emotions with Raymond.

There was a knock on my suite door and I sent Raymond to answer it. I could hear Mr. Harris talking to Raymond. "There you are boy; I've been looking all over for you. Bad news boy, you need to be assembled by 3.20pm out side the servant's quarters, ready for transporting to auction. I'm afraid all the old masters assets are being sold off, along with a few of the mistresses assets as well," he chuckled at that last comment. "You'll be naked and bring nothing with you, your new masters will take care of your needs from now on. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Raymond replied.

As the door closed I heard Raymond curse "Fucking shit."

Till a few minutes ago I would have had him punished for such an outburst, now I called him back to my bed, pulled him towards me and grabbed him tight.

I'm a very modest shy boy, as I've said, but things quickly developed that all my modesty could not stop.

We hugged each other, both empty and frightened inside our souls, but as we hugged the warmth of Raymond's body next to mine, the smell of his clean well-kept body, the desire to be loved by the one person who said he really cared for me, before he left me forever, overcame all my modesty.

I reached for Raymond's tunic and pulled it over his head. I pulled down his shorts and underpants, his semi erect penis plopped into view, I slid off his sandals and began running my hands over his wonderfully smooth warm body.

Raymond didn't know what to do, I could see he wanted to do the same to me but I was a master. Realising this I did what I never thought I could do. I ignored my excessive modesty and took off my school shirt, my shoes and socks, my shorts and then with a moments pause to gather my nerve, I lowered my boxers.

Raymond smiled as his eyes surveyed what no one had seen for years. I blushed beet red. He took me into his arms and whispered into my ears, "Don't blush I think your hairless body is beautiful."

I smiled then gasped as his fingers stroked my erect penis, then ran down to my balls and fondled the smooth tight sack that lay exposed for the first time.

The feeling was unbearable, no masturbation I had ever done felt this good. The feel of naked skin on naked skin was so sensual, all my nerves felt like they were electric charged, his touch was almost unbearable. My penis was harder than I had ever felt it, all three and a half inches [9cm] pointing straight out as little boy dicks do.

Raymond's penis was now also fully erect. It was of average size as I was to learn later in life, being about 5 inches [12½cm] when fully erect, but to me it was huge, it was also so much thicker than my little boy cock. Like wise his ball sack was hanging where as mine was still a tight little package tucked under my penis and his balls were so much larger than my poor marble sized excuses for manhood.

All my modesty was swept away as we cuddled together on my bed. Raymond kissed my neck then ran the kisses down my chest to my nipples, I squirmed, I had never realised how sensitive they were, the feel of his tongue circling around my erect nipples had me moaning with pleasure, all my concerns were lost at that moment, I existed only for now. The pleasure was intoxicating.

He kissed down my chest past my belly button till he reached my erect penis, oh the sheer pleasure. He opened his mouth and swallowed my dick. I orgasmed that very moment, the feeling was indescribable. Pleasure and ecstasy pulsated through my body, like nothing I had ever experienced. There was no cum, I was not yet capable of this and I sensed in Raymond's reaction a bit of surprise then regret, I think he wanted to have part of me in him. Some sort of lasting memento of this wonderful time together, as we strove to forget the abyss that was about to separate us in less than an hour.

Raymond showed me how to make love to his body. He gently guided me through the actions that he knew gave him great pleasure. He was a great teacher, loving and patient. He told me the servants often fucked in the servant's quarters, I was shocked and he laughed at the look on my face.

"Think about it master Thomas, we live separated from the female servants, and a man needs his relief, isn't this so much better than jacking yourself off?"

"I wouldn't know about that Raymond," I replied.

He looked at me and burst out laughing.

"You don't think I've heard you moaning away in your rooms some afternoons after school? Why lately it's been almost every afternoon, even your brothers have stopped and smirked on occasions. Of course they are no angels either Master."

Again I just blushed beet red, my most private actions, that I thought were my deepest secret were common knowledge.

"They do it to?" I asked

"Yes master, that and a lot more, master, you didn't know master?"

"Know what Raymond?" I asked

"That first master Edward and later master James often have had me service them just as your father sometimes had me do, as I'm trained to do?"

"Serviced?"

"You mean……," Raymond nodded; I blushed, my modesty showing again.

"Yes master," but you have never asked for it, they did.

He could see that I was genuinely shocked at this news about my brothers, my father and Raymond's own actions.

"It was my duty as their servant, master, it was not like what we just shared. With them it was my duty, they ordered me master, and with you it was much more and very different."

I didn't know what to think of the actions of my brothers or this new revelation about my father, no wonder Ed hesitated for a moment this morning before agreeing to punish Raymond, but all I wanted at that moment was for us to stay with our bodies wrapped together on my bed. I didn't want to spoil the few minutes left by talking about such things.

Soon however it was nearly 3pm, so reluctantly we had to separate.

I said to Raymond as he walked out of my bedroom and my life, "I'll never forget you Raymond and if in the future I can afford it, I'll find you and buy you back Raymond, I promise."

He turned, smiled and said, "I'd like that very much master."

4
Indentured

How totally had I just taken Raymond and his predecessors for granted, never even thinking how frustrating my lack of effort or consideration for them must have been.

"Well things will be different from now on," I thought little realising just how true my sentiments were to prove in only a few more minutes.

I knocked on Jim's door and Ed's but no one answered so I went down to the back of the house and walked over to the servant's quarters.

It was the one area of the property I did not know real well. As kids we were punished if we came anywhere near the servant's quarters and as I grew into a teenager I had lost any interest in them till now. My experience with Raymond had aroused my curiosity.

So seeing Ed talking with Mr. Lyons and Charker and Jim standing next to mum listening intensely as she talked with Mr. Holt her legal council, I walked quickly into the male servant's quarters.

The first thing that struck me was that inside the ornate timber front door there was a small entrance porch which ended with a set of heavy iron grilled doors like I had seen on TV in prison scenes. Behind the doors, which were open, was a large room full of double bunk beds, plain tubular metal beds, with a small set of draws on either side. There were still a number of servants disrobing out of their Carter uniforms. I noticed that unlike me they carefully folded then placed their soiled clothing in bins provided along the room. The room was very clean, almost sanitary in its appearance. It smelt of a hint of disinfectant. The windows along the side were high up preventing anyone from looking out easily, but they did allow in fresh sunlight. Each window was fitted with the same type of grills as the entrance door. No way out of this room once you were locked in I guessed.

As I stood there looking in from the doorway, some of the servants noticed my presence and took up the 'servant's position', heads bowed, legs spread slightly, arms by their sides and back straight. Others noticing their actions, looked around and also came to position, soon the whole room was still and paying respect. I realised I was holding things up for them as they were due outside in five minutes so I called out "carry on."

It was then I noticed Raymond down near the far end of the room. He was towling down after a wash, oblivious to his nakedness. How I admired this ability to put any feelings of modesty aside. I walked down to him and he stopped and took up position, so again I said, "carry on," whilst thinking 'Third time I've seen you naked'.

I think he guessed my thoughts or was it where my eyes were peeking? Anyways he smiled and boldly whispered so none of the other servants could hear him "Don't get any ideas in here master."

I blushed and he smiled. I whispered back but with a huge smile on my face "Watch it boy you're heading for major punishment talking to a master that way." Not giving him a chance to reply I went on "You better get on with it Raymond, you don't have much time and I don't want to get you in any trouble."

He glanced up at the wall above the entrance door looked at the clock and quickly got on with drying himself.

I walked over to the far back end of the room, here a corridor lead to the bathroom. On either side of the corridor there were three small rooms on either side with doors, containing a single bed and a set of draws. I noticed one of the senior household servants undressed in one, sitting on the bed head buried in his hands looking the image of abject misery, he didn't even notice me and I walked on into the bathroom.

No one was in here now, but the floor was wet in places indicating it had recently been busy. The bathroom had washbasins down the left side and to the rear there were toilets but unlike the ones at school or in the public toilets I had used there had no walls separating them. I imagined how embarrassing that must be doing your business totally in public, my modesty made me blush again. The right side did nothing for my modesty either for here there were showers, the shower nozzles were protruding from columns in the room so that three people could stand around each column at a time and shower.

Again the room was spartanly functional and very sanitary.

"To your satisfaction master Thomas."

I jumped.

I had not heard Mr. Harris our Overseer approach. He had always frightened me as a child probably because the servants were always so wary of him. It was Mr. Harris who was responsible for their performance and their discipline. On very rare occasions dad had also threatened me and my brothers with Mr. Harris's cane, if we continued to misbehave. It was no idle threat either because when I was 10 I had seen Ed who was then 12 caned by Mr. Harris on the palm of his hand five times, on dads orders, for smoking. To my knowledge Ed never smoked again.

"Yes Mr. Harris, very clean and tidy," I replied.

"Better get along outside too Master Thomas, the proceedings are about to begin."

"Thanks," I said and quickly turned and walked back through the corridor and the main room which was now empty and out into the afternoon autumn chill in the courtyard of the servant's quarters.

The servants were lined up totally naked in rows in front of me, the free staff out to the my right and mum, Ed, Jim, Mr. Holt and some other legal aids were standing facing the servants. It was the first time I had seen naked women in the flesh. Dad never paraded any of our female servants naked on the estate, and even their punishment sessions were carried out beyond the inquisitive sight of us boys.

Trying to look casual but with a boner quickly tenting in my pants I wandered over past the line of female servants, taking a closer look. They were powerless to cover up and I was in heaven given this unobstructed view of all the female servants' breasts and pubes. Our servants who ranged in age from pre teens to women in their forties were on the whole a pretty hot looking bunch I remember thinking at the time, I guess any naked female is when your 14.

Just as I was totally enjoying the experience I noticed Mum with a look of total reproach and disgust on her face, and my joy and bliss quickly evaporated. She beckoned me to join her, which I quickly did.

It looked like mum was about to give me a major lecture and dressing down, but I was saved as things started to happen. A motorcade of cars and transport vehicles came into view up the front drive. Mr. Harris yelled out for all servants to take their position.

When the front car pulled up a middle aged man dressed in a fine cut dark suit was assisted out of the back seat by the servant chauffer and walked over to my mother.

"Mrs. Carter? Henry Lewis, Federal Liquidators Office."

"Joanna Carter, Mr. Lewis," my mother replied showing all her dignity.

"I'm sorry but there is no easy way to do this Mrs. Carter so I will be blunt," Mr. Lewis replied.

"I have here the court orders duly stamped and certified that liquidates all the assets of your late husband Edward Raymond Carter III. You may inspect them if you wish."

Mr. Holt, mum's legal aid went to say something but mum cut him off saying "No there will be do need, I shall trust all is in order, I want this over as quick as possible, as you will understand."

"Yes I do and thank you for your cooperation Mrs. Carter."

Numerous questions followed to Mum, Mr. Holt and to Mr. Harris about the house, servants, staff and property and assets. I was bored stiff just standing there in the late afternoon chill as the formalities took their course. My stupor was quickly ended though when I heard Ed and my names called out by Mr. Holt.

"Come here please boys," he said.

I glanced at Jim who had been the most nervous of us three whilst we stood there waiting.

"Now what," I said

Jim just turned white as if he knew something very unpleasant was happening and just said," You'll find out soon enough."

We came and stood in front of Mr. Holt, something was happening but what? What did Jim know that I didn't? Had he found out something when he met mum just before this session? My mind was racing.

Mr. Holt glanced at mum, who nodded slightly to him, on this signal he began to speak "Edward Raymond Carter IV and Thomas John Carter, I, as a duly sworn lawyer, do hereby confirm that Judge George Unwin of the 5th Circuit of the U.S. District Court has duly authorised and approved your mother, Joanna Delores Carter's request that you both be indentured into civil domestic servitude for a period of fifteen years. I do thus by the power authorised to me on the authority of the District Court strip you of all the rights and privileges accorded a free citizen as of (he looked at his watch) 4.07pm, today, March 13. You have been assigned to the Tallahatchie County Servitude Processing Centre for processing and auction. Your indenture shall be sold at the next indentured servant's auction at which time, your worth shall be determined and the proceeds of such sale shall be remitted to your indenturee the said Joanna Delores Carter. Officers prepare the new indentured servants for transportation."

I went to protest to my mother and I heard Ed begin to speak too but Mr. Holts last comment seemed to be a signal to the other officials in attendance and four policemen emerged from behind Mr. Lewis and grabbed us.

Two grabbed me and one slapped a plastic coated servant's collar around my neck and the other muzzled me then forced me to my knees. He took out the traditional hooked knife and began slitting my clothes from tee shirt through my belt and down my jeans and boxers, my clothes fell off me as he cut, I could feel the cool air against my exposed skin, I could feel how profusely I was blushing as all my modesty was cut away, all the gathered officials, my mother and my brother could see my naked body being revealed to their staring eyes. The Policeman even cut through my shoelaces, pulled off my shoes and then cut off my socks, leaving me totally naked in front of everyone.

I tried to cover my genitals, it's just your normal reaction isn't it, but apparently not for servants, as the two policemen quickly grabbed both my arms and said "Behind your back boy," I felt the metal cuffs, cold steel around my wrist and heard the 'click'. I was totally exposed, all my modesty shattered, now everyone could see I was at 14, still totally pre pubescent. My penis was not big at the best of times but exposed to the cooling late afternoon air of early March it was a pitiful sight, shrunk to less than an inch.

"Did you bring a magnifying glass in your kit Mac," one of the policemen asked the other. "I'm not sure if this one is a male or female and which line should I take it too," I blushed even redder, if that was at all possible, I could feel the warmth of the blush flooding over my body, then I heard the cruel laughter from the crowd that stood behind Mr. Lewis. Even my brother Jim was laughing.

At the same time as this was being done to me, Ed tried to fight off his captors, and before his captors could muzzle him I heard him yell out "Mum, don't do this, help us please."

As my clothes were being cut off me I managed a glance at Mum, she looked at Ed with a bland expression and replied, "Edward don't fight this, it is for the best. With the money raised from your indentures, Jim will be able to finish school at phs and you'll be financially supporting your mother. Without you I would have nothing. This way you will be looked after and cared for and your services will look after the rest of the family."

"Fuck you," Ed cried out but instantly one of the policemen punched him in the stomach he gasped for air and doubled over. "Don't ever speak to a free citizen like that again boy," he said.

Ed was no match for the well trained police officers and he, too, was soon collared, muzzled, made to kneel and was stripped naked with the traditional hooked knife just like myself, before being cuffed.

Ed and I were grabbed by our penises and walked like my father earlier in the day, over and placed at the end of the line of male servants. As I walked by the servants, some looked shocked, some disinterested, others looked preoccupied in their own fate but a few had broad smirks on their faces, obviously enjoying our complete humiliation and loss of status.

Things were happening way to quick for me to take in.

Panicked and with the greatest sense of fear I had ever experienced, I went to move straight back out of the line and go back to my mother, but I had only taken two or three steps when I was suddenly collapsed on the ground, pain throbbing through my arm like I had never felt in my life. One of the policemen yelled,"Get up boy or I'll up the dosage rate, that was just a mild prod."

I frantically tried to get back to my feet; I didn't want any more pain like that prod had just shot through my arm. My body though would not respond to my wish, I stammered and stuttered around not being able to properly gain my balance, it's difficult at the best of times with your hands cuffed behind your back, but now I lacked control of my muscles, I had even lost control momentarily of my bladder and l could feel the warmth of my piss running down my legs. The policeman noticed, so did some of the servants and I heard a muffled giggle from in front of me, I knew the voice, it was my own brother, Jim. How could he laugh at my distress, we were brothers.

"You servants are so disgusting, you never see a free citizen pissing down their leg, now get up!" the policeman again threatened.

I could see the policeman getting his prod ready again, I tried to protest I was trying to get back up, couldn't he see that?

He moved close to me I squirmed in fear, then I felt hands on my arms and I heard a voice say "Please master sir may I help him up sir, he is not used to the prod sir," I felt firm strong arms lift me up and stand me in the line, I was saved, who was this saviour? My mind was clearing and my muscles were regaining their strength. Ed was standing next to me on my right, fear in his eyes, looking at me but his arms were cuffed like mine behind his back, he couldn't have saved me.

The policeman said "I have a good mind to use this on you to, you insolent servant, but I'm not a brutal man, keep this new servant in line and I'll spare you and him any more punishment."

"Master sir, thank you sir," my saviour replied.

I looked to my left and there stood Raymond. He smiled a reassuring smile. After our time together earlier this afternoon I think I was already in love with Raymond, but now after risking his own body with punishment from the police officer I was totally infatuated with him.

5
Fear of the Unknown

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 thirteen 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 Peter's 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."

6
Look Forward, Not Back

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 Peter's 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 a.m."

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 three 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 eleven 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. Learner's 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.

7
Sold

I don't know what I was expecting but when our time came, it came as almost a relief after the long wait.

We were lead down the hall from our cell and joined along the way by a group of younger teenage girls from another cell along with some girls who looked like they were between 9 and eleven years old. One thing we all had in common was the look of fear in our faces. If I hadn't been so shit scared I would have enjoyed the sight of all these totally naked nubile girls exposed for my eyes to enjoy.

We entered a large semi circular room with tiered seating and were placed by the guards on markers spread along the floor. The room was obviously designed for a lot more servants than the 12 of us that stood there blushing in front of the dressed public that sat amongst the tiered seating. Even the public seating was sparsely occupied, though by the rubbish that was on the vacant seats and scattered around the floor, the room had been much fuller earlier in the day. Guess servants of our age were just not of as much interest as older servants. Inspector Blackmoore had intimated as much the day before I thought to myself.

The announcer ordered us to take our positions and then invited the public wishing a closer inspection to make their way down to the sale floor for the next ten minutes.

I am sure most of those who came onto the floor only came to have a close gawk at our naked bodies. Apart form the inspection tent at Poulton Park on Saturdays before the punishment session for newdd's where else was it free and totally legal to look at early teen and pre-teen bodies and even feel those bodies with the full consent of authority.

There were even a few 'free' teenage boys accompanying their fathers who showed obvious delight in lauding their free status over us servants cowering there before them. It was just another humiliating experience that added to my large and still growing sense of loss of status.

Standing there in the semi circle of the sales floor I felt like an item of property not a human being. The people inspecting me treated me just like an item of property as well. They showed no regard to my feelings; it was as if wearing a collar instantly took away all my human rights, which in hindsight I now realise it did.

After the ten minutes was up, each of us in term was put up for auction individually. But as the lights to the public area had been dimmed and the lights raised on the sale floor I found it difficult to see whom was bidding for me. The glow from the computer screens in front of each bidder's seat, where the bidders placed their electronic bids, cast an unworldly glow across the public areas.

There were not too many bidders for me, that I could tell. It seemed from the auctioneer's voice as he received the electronic bids that there were three bidders to start with, then only two and finally only one bidder was left unchallenged from a counter bid. I did hear the voice of one of the teenagers from the audience urging his dad "Come on dad I really want that servant," but no additional bid was forthcoming and finally the auctioneers hammer was heard and the auctioneer called out "Sold to number 417."

Peter who was auctioned later than me attracted more bidders before being sold I think to the bidder with the son who had wanted me but missed out and at a price greater than myself, which funny as it may seem, made me feel very jealous. I guess he was experienced and I was not but still I was older, there were less years of schooling to be paid for if you bought me, yet they were willing to pay more for him than for me!

The two young guys who shared the cell with me for the last two nights went very cheaply only one bid being received for each of them.

417 bought neither Peter nor the two other boys. In fact 417 only bought me at this session.

When the auction was over we were marched out into a processing room. Two young girls who looked about ten, who had not been sold were taken back off to their cells looking bewildered. The rest of us were checked off against the auction register and in my case the numbers 417 written across my left breast.

I was given a pair of khaki shorts and along with all the other sold slaves taken into a large holding room that was half full of slaves and a large contingent of guards to prevent any disruptive behaviour. I sat down on one of the long timber benches and from time to time a number was called out and all servants branded with that number were ordered to report to the head guard's desk and were signed for I guess, by their new owners.

After about fifteen minutes by the clock on the wall above the head guard's desk, I felt a tap on my shoulder and looking up there stood Ed. I felt a flush of happiness again and was rising to greet him when I noticed 417 written on his left breast. My flush of happiness turned to sheer joy as I realised Ed had been bought by the same owner, I think he realised the same thing at the same time as he said out aloud "You're a 417 also."

"I am Ed, I am," I cried out, before embracing Ed in a huge bear hug.

"What about Raymond," I asked.

Ed's smile faded and he said, "Sorry he's gone with his new owner number 132 already."

I expected this to happen but the strange fate of Ed and I had raised just the faintest glimmer of hope, now that hope was smashed and the reality of my situation crushed down on me again.

Ed then said, "Did you see dad?"

"You mean dad's here," I replied my feelings rising again

"He was, before they took him away he was auctioned earlier today and bought by 064. Did you see him Tom, he only left like 20 minutes ago?"

"Shit no I didn't, I've only been in here like 15 minutes, I must have just missed him. How is he?" I asked feeling bitterly disappointed.

"Looked bad man, probably good that you didn't see him like he was. The guards have been hard on him; he was badly caned and was handcuffed and shackled because he wasn't co-operative. He was in a real bad way, looked like he had been badly broken of any will to resist. When I first saw him he didn't recognise me, guess he wasn't expecting me to be a slave either but when I came close to him he cowered away in fear, he was not a pretty site Tom, I'm sorry to tell you."

417 never turned up to collect Ed or I, instead the head guard called out "417," and when we both fronted his desk he gave us a khaki tee shirt to put on and instructed us to go with a taxi driver who was waiting to collect us. We were warned not to speak to the driver and not to try anything stupid like escaping as our collars could be easily traced.

It was nice to be outside again. The day was waning fast and the light was fading. Workers were beginning their journeys home as we fought our way through the dense traffic of buses, rickshaws, trucks and cars that always clogged up downtown Eastbrook in the peak hours.

As I have said, the auction centre was in a part of Eastbrook I did not know, however very soon some sights began to look familiar and then very familiar. The taxi wound its way out of the downtown area and through the inner south eastern suburbs along River Road before taking the off ramp for Piney Hills Road, and then almost immediately beginning the steep ascent to the top of the hills.

Piney Hills Road is a divided road, for the first mile or so, and just before the divided section ended I noticed the turn off for Piney Hills Golf Club, my father's former club. My heat pounded faster as the taxi began to climb further up Piney Hills Road.

Piney Hills the most exclusive suburb of Eastbrook was situated as the name suggested on a small outcrop of rolling hills to the south east of town. Piney Hills looked back with uninterrupted views over the Tallahatchie River and suburban Eastbrook.

We passed close by the gated community where the Carter mansion 'Prosperity' resided and then on to the very familiar route that we had taken every school day to the exclusive Piney Hills School. When the taxi actually turned into the phs grounds, I looked across at Ed, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

The taxi pulled up at the main entrance to the school, an entrance that even as free students we were not allowed to use. However the taxi driver did not seem to be worried by this rule and preceded to usher us up the steps and into the reception area. After brief words with the receptionist she left and returned with Mr. Norris the Deputy Headmaster He signed the taxi driver's papers and took possession of a large envelope that the head guard had given the taxi driver to deliver with us. The taxi driver left and Mr. Norris said, "Follow me boys."

We walked down the corridor to his office, a walk that any htgs student feared. Mr. Norris as the Deputy Headmaster was the disciplinarian for major offences in the school, you did not wish to be sent to his office. As we walked the corridor I could feel eyes looking at us in interest from other offices. We were a source of curiosity, former pupils now slaves. My mind was racing through all the possibilities. Why were we here? Had Mr. Norris bought us?

He closed his office door behind us after we entered his office and went and sat at his desk. We stood like two chastised schoolboys in front of his desk awaiting our punishment.

"Why are you out of you uniform?" he asked in his usual very quite very scary, very precise voice.

"Um well Sir … Um… well… Um…," Ed tried to answer.

"Speak up boys and stop this stuttering."

I decided it was my turn to try and answer and I said, "Sir Mr. Norris Sir, this is all they gave us sir!"

He looked at me with a firm face, began to raise himself from his desk, my heart raced the fear in me rose, then…

Mr. Norris burst out laughing!

Oh the relief, but Mr. Norris never laughed, never ever joked… did he? I couldn't believe it, Mr. Norris didn't have a humorous bone in his body or so I thought up till now.

"Boys take a seat."

"Sir, thank you sir," we both replied almost simultaneously.

"Mmmmmmmm well trained servants already I can see, maybe there is something in this after all," he said with a half smile again.

"Right Edward and Thomas, I think you are owed an explanation for why you are here?"

"Yes Sir, thank you sir," we replied.

He chuckled again then said.

"The Piney Hills School has never in its 140 year history ever had a student enslaved whilst still a student at this school. There have been – I am sad to say – the odd past student that has fallen foul of the law for one reason or the other and been indentured or enslaved, but never whilst a student and certainly never sold into servitude by a parent. When the Headmaster heard of what had happened to you he called an emergency meeting of the School Council and after some debate the council were persuaded with the help of Judge Unwin who is a council member to authorise the Headmaster to purchase you both at auction today."

There was deathly silence for a while as Ed and I took all this news in. Judge Unwin who I had vowed to hate for enslaving dad and us had saved Ed and myself! My whole being was thrown off by this news, how could I maintain a hate for some one who had done what he had done for us?

My train of thought was broken when Ed asked "Sir does this mean we are not indentured servants any longer?"

"No boys, I'm sorry but it does not end your servitude. Your mother holds the Primary Indenture; all we have bought is the sub indenture for a period of fifteen years. It was her way of protecting you. You are limited to domestic service, not hard labour or other even more disgusting types of service and any change to that domestic service status requires her authorisation through a court, but it also prevents us from restoring your freedom. To be truthful boys if we could, we wouldn't right now anyway. The school must be seen to be getting a return on its investment. You will be special domestic servants here at the school, serving both the headmaster, the bursar, the registrar and myself as well as completing your studies here at the school."

Mr. Norris went on to explain how we both would be expected to apply ourselves to our studies and warned us that as indentured servants we could expect to be punished by the schools slave overseer, to the full extent that the law allowed if our results showed we had not applied ourselves fully to our studies. As well before and after school we would act as houseboys, Ed as houseboy to the Headmaster Mr. Riley and me to Mr. Norris. Occasionally we might be asked to assist the Bursar and the Registrar as well.

My initial enthusiasm at being bought by phs was quickly waning. I was not the most brilliant student and this new academic excellence requirement left me with a feeling that my backside was going to be well caned, red and sore.

The school did employ slaves who maintained the grounds, cleaned, cooked or did building maintenance, but as they were all older it was decided inappropriate that we should sleep in the slave barracks and so the decision had been made that Ed and I would sleep in a spare bedroom in Mr. Norris's residence. Both the Headmaster and the Deputy Headmaster had residences on the grounds. The Headmaster had a family, a wife, a son and a daughter who had both graduated from phs and were at College but still living at home and a second daughter who was Ed's age and also like Ed, in 11th grade at phs.

Mr. Norris on the other hand was a bachelor. Up until now he had lived alone in his residence.

Mr. Norris told us to expect some discrimination in class. As indentured servants we would be looked down on by many of the students, especially as most of the phs students would have slaves at home and would not be used to sitting in a room and working with a slave on near equal footing.

It had therefore been decided by the headmaster that to avoid any undue disruption and to ease our passage back into class, that the back right desk in each room we used for lessons would be reserved first for us. Which of course meant that as we were in different grades we would be sitting alone unless a free student wished to sit next to us? Some chance of that I thought!

We were instructed about our status as servants and how that related to the free students. That famous slave phrase was stated to us by Mr. Norris, "You can't be friends with a slave, remember that boys, you are here to serve but whilst in school hours you are only to accept orders from a staff member. Any student who attempts to order you around because of your status is to be referred to me. I will determine what is a fair and reasonable request and also when and if such a request is appropriate. Most times it won't be boys, I can tell you that now. However remember you are a servant of this school and any disrespect to free students or adults will be dealt with swiftly and thoroughly with the severe punishment such disrespect deserves. So mind your tongue and attitude and just refer any request or order given to you that you are uncertain about, politely to me, understand?"

"Yes sir Mr. Norris, sir," we replied.

"Good, well the last few days must have been very traumatic for you so, tonight I am going to give you a night off. I will take you and show you your room, you can shower and clean up and you will find some clothes in the room, which we think will fit you. Three sports uniforms, one for school and two for wearing around as you perform your duties before and after school. There are also two sets of school uniform for you to wear in school and when you are required to dress more formally in performing your duties as houseboys before and after school. I will organise some underwear tomorrow for you. Ok follow me," Mr. Norris instructed.

It may not have been my private suite at 'Prosperity' but the bedroom in Mr. Norris's residence was very comfortable. The two single beds were firm and inviting, there was a four-draw chest for us to put our clothes away in between our beds and two school desks had been placed opposite the beds for Ed and I to work at. There was however no TV, stereo or computer.

Maybe that would come later, I hoped at the time, after all there had not been much time to organise things. My hopes would soon be dashed, as Mr. Norris was a firm task master and felt the need for TV's etc was only a distraction to our studies. However we were allowed to sit with him and watch the boring nightly news as this he considered a vital part of our education. I was never interested in the news at home and when on the second night I was late, showing my disinterest, I copped a severe verbal berating from Mr. Norris and was ordered to front the overseer the next afternoon for two lashes of the cane. The following night I was waiting for the news to start and listened intently as I stood watching the half hour bulletin. My rear end too sore from the caning to sit.

I discovered that afternoon that the school's overseer Mr. Lindrum was a man of little words but very swift and strong action. His two strokes on my naked buttocks were the worst pain I had experienced from any caning I had yet received. The fact that I had to stand in front of the assembled servant staff of the school and drop my track pants so that my little boy privates were seen by all, added to my humiliation and resolve that I would try my hardest not to be sent again to Mr. Lindrum.

I obviously didn't try hard enough because the first week back at phs saw me fronting up to Mr. Lindrum every afternoon for punishment. Mr. Norris sent me for punishment as he found fault with my efforts in making my bed. As well my attempts at house cleaning were abysmal. My ability at ironing clothes was pathetic, my study technique non-existent. All resulted in punishment sentences. I soon came to realise that my life at phs was not going to be anything like it had before my indenture.

Too my utter humiliation on the second day I had to stand totally naked after showering and was inspected by him, only to be told I had not washed thoroughly and to wash again. He made no comment about my lack of physical development but upon inspecting Ed he ordered Ed to shave himself clean again like a servant should be presented and as there were parts Ed could not reach to shave, I had to do the honours.

To my complete horror I got a boner shaving Ed, which both Ed and Mr. Norris noticed. I coped a lecture and a punishment for my penis's behaviour from Mr. Norris and later in our room, Ed was pissed off big time that shaving him should turn me on so much.

I mean what did he expect, brother or no brother, feeling a guys naked body so intimately especially shaving a guys ball sac has to be a bit arousing surly. But according to Ed, I was a fag! Well I was for an hour or so then I was forgiven.

In school was worse. None of my former friends would talk or have anything to do with me. I was now a lesser being and as they had all been warned about the consequences of misusing their free status to order me about, they choose thus to just pretend I didn't exist.

It came to a head in science when the class was broken into pairs to prepare a presentation on the reaction of metals to corrosive agents. When I was paired with Jack Strauchan, he refused to work with me and when the teacher insisted, Jack advised the teacher he wished to see the Headmaster as Jack's father had advised him that he was to have nothing to do with servants. Jack informed the teacher that his father was to be called at work immediately. The stand off didn't last long as the teacher backed down and saved face by saying he didn't have time for all this time wasting, so for now Jack could work with Robert MacPherson and he moved Robert's partner Marcus Espiritos to work with me.

Now I had never had much to do with Marcus. He had come to our school at the beginning of the year from Canada though he was from Brazil originally. He was quite and very polite, about 5 feet 7 inches [1.70m] tall and had dark hair. He lived with his dad, his parents being separated and he had been in trouble a bit, early on in the school year as he was not used to wearing a uniform and his dress habits along with his longer than allowed hair length had run him foul of the teachers a few times. He was however a quick learner and soon settled in and I had not taken much further notice of him except that I had noticed on several occasions he had a most gorgeous smile. He didn't seem to make a lot of close friends but was more one of those guys who lingered on the fringe of a number of groups.

Marcus however seemed to have no prejudice against me. He willingly came and sat with me, even saying 'hi'. The looks he got from our fellow classmates both male and female made me realise what a brave move this was for Marcus and increased my sense of gratitude towards him that he was willing to work with me.

Over the ensuing weeks Marcus became a close friend, ignoring the taunts of his fellow students and standing by me in friendship. His actions were not missed by teachers or by some other students. My faith in human nature was again partially restored as at first a couple of 11th and 12th girls came up to us, in the school yard and began talking to me about how it felt to be made an indentured servant and to Marcus about how they admired the way he had not bowed to peer pressure.

This small group eventually grew to a group of about 50 students from all years, who would go out of their way to show support to Ed and I. It made life at the school bearable.

Mr. Norris rewarded Marcus for his close friendship with me, by being allowed to come over for a few hours, one Sunday a month if I had been good and Marcus' father allowed it, which he mostly did.

After all the previous fear and trepidation of what life held for me, I began to settle into my new life as a servant houseboy and servant student. As I learnt from my mistakes and subsequent canings and the canings became shorter and farther apart, life became reasonably tolerable. I adapted far quicker to my new life than Ed who often in the early weeks rebelled against his new status and suffered the quick and severe canings we had been warned about.

The Headmaster, Mr. Riley's 11th grade daughter Samantha was the biggest thorn in Ed side, insisting on him doing special duties for her in his role as houseboy to her father. He hated tidying up her room and cleaning her shoes and packing her school bag, but when he objected in the slightest, retribution was swift. Samantha would report his actions to her father and Ed would be off to visit Mr. Lindrum. On occasions Samantha even went over to see Ed's total humiliation as he was pantsed and caned on his bare buttocks, exposing his hairless genitals to Samantha's leering eyes.

My secret fantasies grew over the weeks to more and more include Marcus and less to include Raymond. My experience with Raymond had unlocked a desire that could not be satisfied and was gnawing at my soul. I began to wonder what Marcus looked like naked, I wished for a clue as to his sexuality. I hoped he was gay or bi and dreaded the thought he might be totally heterosexual. There was never really the chance to be alone with him and if I did get a few moments in the schoolyard I was way to shy to ask him, let alone confess my secret desires in case he should end our friendship.

As much as I wanted to make love to his body I wanted his friendship even more. At night as I lay in bed drifting off to sleep I would settle for my imagined desire and put any thought of actually asking Marcus out of my mind. Then one night not long after I drifted off to sleep, imagining hot passionate sex with Marcus, I awoke with a strange sensation. Hazy from my sleep it took me a few seconds to realise I had wet my bed. I had not done this since I was a kid. How embarrassing and with Ed sleeping opposite me how was I going to hide the shame of this from him. Only when I took some tissues and tried to soak up the wet in my boxers did I realise the bed was still dry only my boxers were wet. Then I realised it was not piss but cum that had awoken me.

My embarrassment momentarily turned to great joy as the realisation rushed over me that I was now capable, I was a man, sure I didn't have the outward signs yet, no pubic hairs, but internally I was now producing my man seed and boy was that a boost to my own self esteem.

8
No Time for Being Modest

Marcus was to stay back at school this Wednesday after classes finished and come back to Mr. Norris's residence with me so we could complete a history assignment together. Mr. Norris had agreed and Marcus's dad was picking him up on the way home from work at 6.30pm.

It was during the lunch break when Mr. Norris found me sitting with Marcus eating our lunches. He explained to Marcus that his dad had been called into a late meeting tonight and had rung up too see if Marcus could stay the night with Mr. Norris and me. He told Marcus he had agreed to his father's request, but that after we had finished our study together Marcus was not to interfere with my houseboy duties. He would be free to watch TV or study as he choose. I had a flush of annoyance at Marcus's freedom, being able to choose what he would do and not do. 'No such freedoms for a slave,' I seethed to myself.

Marcus sensed my annoyance and sullen disposition and to my surprise chastised me for non-servant like behaviour. I nearly hit him, the hide of him to treat me like this. Then I remembered Inspector Blackmoore's words 'Don't look back on the past it will only embitter you, look forward and serve your masters,' and I began to calm back down. Marcus was no fool he could see and feel what I was feeling.

"Good," he said, "You wanted to belt me up just then didn't you."

"No Marcus, no I didn't," I lied but my voice conveyed a sense of panic I could not disguise.

"Your lying Tom and that's not allowed of a servant either," Marcus replied.

"Ok, ok, I lied all right. Yes I wanted to belt the crap out of you, I'm sorry ok. It's just that when Mr. Norris gave you the choice of doing what you wanted tonight whilst I have to do my service, I got really annoyed. I get no freedom anymore, no choice in what I want or don't want to do. I hate it Marcus, I hate it ok!"

"Yes Tom, I can understand that, but hey it's not my fault, so don't take it out on me right?"

"Yeah, ok, sorry Marcus," I replied.

"Right, but as your friend Tom, I owe it to you to make sure you're a good servant, so I'm going to tell you if you're forgetting your place ok. Better I tell you than Mr. Norris or Mr. Lindrum. I'm sure Mr. Norris would rule my actions a reasonable one."

I ended the lunch break that day in a somewhat reduced status to Marcus, I felt he had subtly asserted his 'free' status over me and I had been forced to give way. Just how much he had asserted his power over me I was to find out that night.

Our study session went along as normal and then to my surprise Marcus assisted me with my chores. Mr. Norris chided me for allowing this to happen and threatened a punishment, but Marcus replied that he had chosen to do this himself as a friend and that I had not asked or even hinted at him helping me out. I was grateful for the help and for Marcus taking full responsibility for his actions, it made me realise how childish I had been at lunchtime and I apologised to Marcus again when we were alone working.

Later that night my desires were answered. Mr. Norris told Marcus and me that we should begin preparing for bed. Marcus asked Mr. Norris if it would be a reasonable request of me for me to wash him down in the shower like his servant at home did every night.

My heart raced when I heard this, my penis instantly tented my track pants and I turned slightly away so it was not so obvious.

Mr. Norris looked taken aback by Marcus's request. As he thought about the request, I was worried about Marcus asking this of him, as Mr. Norris was a very Christian man and this request could easily end in Marcus being banned from seeing me. After thinking through the request Mr. Norris calmly said, "Yes that sounds reasonable, if that's what your used too at home then I see no reason why Thomas can't fulfil that service tonight for you. Thomas go run a shower for Marcus and do as he instructs, it will be good training for you in a new skill."

I had died and gone to heaven, praise the lord for miracles. Without even trying my wildest desire was coming true.

Marcus had no spare clothes as he was not originally planning on staying the night so I got him a spare set of my track pants, tee shirt and undies and bought them into the bathroom along with my clothes.

After the door was closed I asked Marcus would he like me to undress him.

"Shit no Tom, I'm undressing you first. Come here."

I blushed, and walked over and stood in front of him. Not exactly the way my fantasy had worked this out but anyways……

Marcus removed my socks, track top, tee and track pants before his fingers grabbed the rim of my undies and lowered them. For the first time my hairless, small genitals came into view for Marcus.

"Man your small! I always wondered what you had down there. Your not very tall and your voice hasn't broken, I guessed you might me still a little boy, know I know for sure."

Well what can you say when your best friend says that about you?

Well I said, "Fuck you!!!!!"

"Oh don't be like that, I really hoped you were still immature, Tom, I wanted you so much to be like that, I find it a real turn on, Tom, does my feelings for you shock you?"

Yes, I was shocked but not for the reasons he was thinking. Here I had been, too shy about raising the subject of anything sexual, and all the long Marcus was thinking of me as a sexual object.

No time for being a modest servant now I thought, tell him how you feel whilst the opportunity is there, so I did.

I told him how I had wondered what he would look like naked, how I was pretty certain I was bi and hoped that he was bi or gay too. How I was too shy to ask. How I wanted to make love to him. Then I paused and asked him was he shocked?

He was, I could tell.

"Make love to me Tom, shit man, I was sort of hoping maybe to jerk you off, but make love to you, you mean …… fuck?"

"Yeah that and other things, but not all now Marcus," I quickly added. "I have a little experience with sex, I don't think you have had much at all and truthfully I have never fucked or been fucked so I need to take my time with that too. If we do that it will be because we both want it, but not now, ok Marcus."

You could see the look of relief on Marcus's face.

"Great now you can undress me slave," he said with a big smile. "It's shower time!"

Marcus was younger than me having turned 14 soon after I was indentured in late March, whereas I had turned 15 some months after that in July. When I stripped him naked I found a much more developed body than my own. His legs were still hairless though perhaps the first signs of his hairs growing and darkening were beginning to occur on his lower legs. His chest was hairless but under his armpits were small patches of short hair. There was no happy trail but there was a nice thick bush of black pubic hair surmounting an erect penis that was about five inches [12.5 cm] long but still reasonably thin, as most young teen penis's are. Below his penis his ball sack was hanging but still hairless.

It took all my effort to stop myself hugging his naked body as he stood there but I kept the thought of Mr. Norris being just out in the lounge room in the back of my mind and ushered Marcus quickly into the shower.

There with the water deadening our voices I whispered into his ear that he was beautiful and began soaping his body as ordered. Of course I paid special attention to his nips and arse before soaping up his penis and balls. A few strokes with my hand and Marcus was groaning so much that I had to cover his mouth with my other hand. I had thought of giving him a blowjob but he was too trigger-happy. He shot his load after only a couple more stokes, masses of cum shooting over my chest and stomach.

I had to grab him at this point as he seemed to momentarily pass out.

It was obviously a totally overwhelming experience for him and I had done well it seemed. I had after all, been trained, if ever so quickly, back at the auction house on how to service my masters.

Marcus was not so skilled in returning the favour but it was still his hand jerking me off and when I shot a small load of near clear cum, Marcus looked surprised.

"Not as immature as you thought, hey?" I said with some pride.

"No," was his almost speechless reply as he stood looking at my penis.

We couldn't stay in the shower too long because I didn't want to arouse Mr. Norris's suspicions. We dressed and went out into the lounge room where Mr. Norris was watching TV to say goodnight.

"Your dressed Thomas, you know you get inspected after showering, strip off now," Mr. Norris ordered.

How humiliating and it just served to emphasise how different my slave status was to Marcus's free status. I know I had just had an erotic naked moment with Marcus but standing naked before him as Mr. Norris inspected my body for cleanliness was something else. I passed the inspection thank heavens and I was soon dressed again but I could feel the heat in my blushing cheeks for minutes after Marcus had seen how I was treated.

Ed showered after us and Marcus made sure he was handy to see Ed's inspection, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Mr. Norris or by Ed.

Half way through the inspection Mr. Norris stopped and looking at Marcus standing in the doorway to our bedroom and said, "You like looking at naked boys, Marcus?"

Marcus turned beet red blurted out a quick "No," and turned and hoped into Ed's bed. I'm sure I saw a smile appear on Mr. Norris' face before I too hoped into bed. Mr. Norris had decided that tonight Marcus could sleep in the room with me and Ed could have the guest room bed.

Ed came into our room to get dressed and quietly said to Marcus, "Here want a closer look fag?"

"Piss off ," Marcus replied.

Ed just chuckled as he pulled on his boxers and tee and repeated as he walked out "Fag!"

"Ignore him Marcus," I said. "He calls me a fag every second day, it's like his favourite put down, he means nothing by it."

I think being caught out, embarrassed Marcus, still after Mr. Norris went to bed it didn't stop me from creeping over to his bed and snuggling up to him, he didn't resist. I didn't plan on sleeping with him all night but the next thing I knew Mr. Norris was standing over the bed ordering me out.

"What the hell do you think you are doing in Marcus's bed," he yelled at me.

Before I could answer Marcus answered. "I asked him too sir, I was missing my bed and asked if he would cuddle me to put me to sleep as I was restless. Tom was going to ask your opinion on my request but I told him not to be so stupid, if he woke you up to ask you, I said you would be mad at both of us sir. I'm sorry if you don't approve, it's all my doing sir."

Mr. Norris looked very sceptical but said that in this case he would approve of the request retrospectively, however he went on, it was still my duty to be up and have the breakfast ready. I guess I had in all the sexual excitement of the night before forgotten to set the alarm. Marcus could not save me from this mistake.

"Sir sorry Sir, my mistake sir, I forgot to set the alarm sir."

"Obviously Thomas and for a servant that is a bad mistake. Go get the breakfast ready quickly and I will have Mr. Lindrum over here at 7.30 this morning for your punishment. Your friend here can watch and see what happens to servants who don't do their duties correctly.

Then turning to Marcus he said, "And If I ever catch you lying to me and I can prove it, young man, it will be six of the best on your young hands do you understand."

Marcus's face turned ash white as he replied "Yes sir."

Mr. Norris knew Marcus had lied about why I was in his bed but he left it. I guess he was going to get his satisfaction anyway over my punishment for the alarm failure.

After breakfast I tidied up and Ed went over to the headmasters house to do his morning duties. Marcus helped me again, which enabled me to catch up the lost time. I was already heavily in his debt and becoming heavily infatuated with him.

At exactly 7.30am Mr. Lindrum knocked on the back door, cane in hand. Mr. Norris showed him into the lounge room and I was pantsed and bent over the arm of one of the lounge chairs. Marcus sat in another, I guess you could say getting an armchair view.

I can tell you at that time there was no place for merriment or jokes. Mr. Norris had just informed Mr. Lindrum that he was tiring of my attitude and that I needed to be taught a lesson once and for all, that I was a servant, not a free boy, so he ordered the maximum punishment, ten strokes with the cane.

In front of Marcus and Mr. Norris I was caned. Never before had I received this many strokes at one time. After five I was begging it to stop after eight I collapsed and Mr. Norris and Marcus had to hold me in position. I soiled the carpet when my bowls gave way after the eight strokes as well and by the tenth stroke I was not capable of standing or screaming, I had screamed my voice hoarse.

Marcus was asked to take me for a shower to recover and again he undressed himself and then me and stood with me in the shower. Unlike last night however neither of us was having any erotic thoughts. Both our penises were erect. It happens for some reason when your severely caned and it happens when you watch some one caned. Marcus apologised for his and assured me it just happened, it wasn't because he enjoyed what happened to me.

The warm water stung something fierce on my back and I cried out hoarsely in pain. Marcus held me carefully against his body and we stood there embracing for ten minutes as I gradually recovered my strength. That was just how we were still standing when Mr. Norris walked in.

Marcus instantly stepped back and covered his genitals. Mr. Norris noting the position he had just found us in asked Marcus to lower his hands. Blushing profusely Marcus did as he was told exposing his still erect penis.

"Ten minutes and your still erect, I need to have a very serious talk to you two boys," Mr. Norris said

Changing the topic deliberately he looked at me and asked how I was. I tensed, bitter at the caning I had just been given and I think Marcus sensed I was about to say something I would regret so he spoke up.

"He'll be fine sir, sore but he will recover. He's regained a lot of strength already. Ten minutes more under the shower and he will be ok I'm sure sir."

Looking at me Mr. Norris said, "I hope you realise just what a treasure you have here in Marcus. I am loosing count of the number of times he's saved your hide already. I saw in your face what you were about to say Thomas, Marcus stopped you from opening your mouth and you having to front up again tomorrow for another ten strokes."

When I said nothing he said, "You hate me right now, don't you?"

When I still said nothing he said, "You know the rules of a servant, when asked a question by their master, now do you hate me, Thomas?"

Slowly I replied "Yes sir," with all the bitterness I could muster. Marcus elbowed me in the ribs as a warning.

Ignoring my reaction Mr. Norris said, "Good I was hoping you did. You have to learn that your not the privileged spoilt kid you were. When you accept that your life has changed and you come to realise that your life here has many positive benefits and could be a lot worse, then hopefully you will in time come to respect me Thomas. I don't hate you or your brother. I want you to grow up model citizens and though I personally don't agree with indentured servitude there is nothing I can do to prevent it, but I can make it, in this school, a system that benefits its captives.

Thomas there is a lot of disquiet within the Parent Association and the wider parent body of this school about your presence here at phs as both students and servants. Many are urging and some are even trying to have you removed. I don't want to loose you and your brother. I want to protect you from the worst of the Indentured Servitude system. You must help me in this by proving to the whole school that you do have human dignity, that you are not an animal or an item. I need every parent and student to see that you are fulfilling all the requirements asked of an Indentured Servant, so they can have no grounds for complaint.

Maybe you can't be friends with a slave, Thomas, but I firmly believe you can respect a slave's human dignity. You may think after that caning I just ordered that I don't respect your human dignity, but I ordered it so that you will remember what it's like to be a slave in the wider world and so that you will strive to do your best the first time without question or pause. Learn that lesson and you will be a great servant, Thomas, and take that lesson back into your free life after your fifteen years is up. Already I can see that potential in you, already you are progressing more than your brother, let this morning be a lesson to you and Marcus. Don't let human foibles interfere with your duties what ever they may be. Don't give the bigoted, the uncaring, the prejudiced a reason to send you away."

With that he turned and on his way out said, "Don't be more than ten minutes boys, but I will leave the door open this time so I can ensure that all that is happening is that Marcus is helping sooth the pain.

I will see you both at Recess in my office about what I observed here in the shower this morning and I suspect last night. Homosexual acts are an affront to my Christian beliefs boys, you are not stupid either of you, you surly knew I would observe your behaviour. I'm really disappointed in you both and to add to that disappointment I was just talking to your father, Marcus, when he rang to say he is dropping some clean clothes around for you to wear this morning. Why Marcus did you lie to me last night about your servant washing you each night? Better have a good story boys or there is more punishment on its way and this time for both of you."

When Mr. Norris had gone I looked over at Marcus and said, "You lied? Your servant doesn't wash you each night?"

"We don't even have a servant, Thomas," Marcus chuckled.

"Shit were in big trouble then."

"Yeah big shit," replied Marcus, the amusement gone totally out of his voice.

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