Even the Modest Must Serve By Steam Train ( steam_t2000@yahoo.com )
Chapter 5: Fear of the Unknown
All the servants were made to stand there for what seemed like an hour at least, my legs ached, my arms cuffed behind my back were numb and when I fidgeted too much either Mr Harris or Mr Lyons would come over and give me a sharp but not too hard smack with their cane across my buttocks. I looked on jealously as Jim lounged about the courtyard, kicking a ball at one time, or sitting on the stone fence. Some times he would look at Ed and I and if we stared back he'd turn his eyes away, once though Mr Lyons caught Ed staring back and came over and gave Ed two much more severe slashes on his buttocks with his cane and the warning that "Servants keep their eyes down, they never look a free citizen in the eye, learn that quick boys if you want to avoid trouble"
I looked at Ed when Lyons walked away and could clearly see the tears swelling in my big brothers eyes. Little more than an hour ago Harris, Lyons and Charker were employees who answered to my brother if he so wished. Ed had come of age', now he was an indentured servant, a nothing', and they treated him as such.
This was never more so than when at one time during our long wait that afternoon for the liquidators, Mr Harris, Mr Lyons and Charker came over and gave both Ed and me a personal inspection, feeling both Ed's and then my ball sack and penis. Separating my balls with some minor pain in their tight sack and then running their fingers up my shaft and over my bald pubes. Their hands giving the feel of experience and confidence, it was not the first time any of these fingers had done this.
Mr Lyons couldn't resist saying to Charker what a pathetic package I had for my age and that Ed's wasn't much better. As if I had not blushed enough that afternoon I felt the burning of my cheeks as the comments were made, Ed I noted was equally as red faced. All three you could tell enjoyed lording their new status over us.
As I stood there waiting and waiting while the liquidators did their thing and all the staff were paid out, I thought about the way my brother and I were suddenly, instantly treated differently. Why was that? What had changed that made people react so differently to me? I was the same person, so was Ed, yet it was as if our previous life and character had never existed. Harris, Lyons and Charker all knew we were basically good kids. Now we were nothing, why?
The collar I thought, yes it's the collar. Put that on a person and instantly people have been conditioned to act differently towards the wearer. I had realised this afternoon that Raymond was a human being just like me with feelings and lusts just like a free citizen. He wore a collar but it changed nothing in him, what it changed was how others perceived him. Up until this afternoon I too had perceived him differently. The same was now happening to Ed and me and there was nothing we could do to stop it. As servants we had lost the freedom to do as we wished, to speak as we wished. Our life was now controlled totally by others. The realisation of this chilled me to the depths of my heart. I could be made to do anything, anything that the law allowed and I had no say in wether I wanted to participate or not. A new fear gripped me, the fear of the unknown.
Finally most of the servants were taken to the two transporters that were present. Being on the end of the line about ten of us didn't fit into either transport and had to suffer another long delay till a third transport was summoned. By the time it arrived it was nearly pitch dark. I was shivering with the cold and the fear. Only Mr Harris remained with us plus some grey uniformed staff from the Tallahatchie County Servitude Processing Centre. They had put on light coats and Mr Harris had bought them out a hot drink, but nothing was offered to the servants who waited, except the odd slash with Mr Harris's cane if they moved too much.
I heard one of the officials from the servitude centre say to Mr Harris, that there was no need for him to wait around, they could handle things from now on. He told them he was confident they could but he hoped they would understand that he felt it was his duty to see off the last of the servants.
"You're a good overseer Mr Harris" one replied.
Was he I thought? Looking back now, yes I think he was, but at that time, I thought he was not. Experience would teach me there were a lot fouler humans out in the wider world than Mr Harris.
Mr Harris had his faults, as we all do. However he was firm but fair and never abused any of our servants. He used his cane only when he felt it was needed. If you did as you were instructed properly and quickly Mr Harris was of no concern. He trained his staff, Lyons and Charker to the same standards.
Ed and I finally were herded into the third transporter when it arrived. My eyes teared over as we drove down the drive of what for as long as I could remember had been my home. No one was there to say good-bye; Mr Harris left the moment we were in the transporter and mum had gone inside earlier and taken Jim with her.
Before the transporter arrived I saw a taxi come up the drive and disappear around to the front of the house, which was out of my sight. In the distance as it drove away I am certain I saw mum and Jim riding in the back. Mum looked straight ahead ignoring her past but Jim turned back and I think I saw a slight wave to us before mum grabbed him and made him face the front.
The house was lifeless and dark, the same feeling I felt in my soul all the way to the Tallahatchie County Servitude Processing Centre.
Through the slave cage on the back of the transporter truck I could see that there were a few people still walking on the footpaths on their way home from a day's work and some glanced up at our transporter as we passed. We had been told to keep our eyes lowered and not to stare at the free citizens, like good servants, I didn't feel like looking at the passing scenery anyway.
The Tallahatchie County Servitude Processing Centre was located in an industrial area just to the west of Downtown Eastbrook that I wasn't at all familiar with. It was an innocuous building set amongst other factory buildings. The transporter drove to a large roller door with a guard's box near the driver's side and I could hear our driver giving details to the guard. The door rolled up and we drove into a large receiving dock. The transporter was backed up to one dock, then soon the cage door was opened and we were ordered out.
"Hurry up all of you, I've been waiting here just for you, I should have been home ages ago, move it" a guard dressed in an immaculate grey uniform yelled.
I still had my hands cuffed so Raymond helped both me and Ed out of the back and onto the dock.
My hands were uncuffed by two other guards and then I was ordered to, "Follow the red line".
We were all moved into a large room that exited off the receiving dock and instructed to stand on red markers painted on the concrete floor. The room in front of me was full of slaves standing on red markers. Just about all the slaves were my father's from `Prosperity'.
One wall of the room was all glass and it looked out into an office area occupied by guards all dressed in their neat grey uniforms. The rest of the room was windowless, and there was only one other door in addition to the one the slaves had entered through.
A recorded female voice was repeating over and over the same orders:
"Slaves will remain in their assigned markers. Slaves will remain silent. Slaves they will keep their hands firmly clasped behind their necks. Slaves will keep their heads bowed."
We were soon left alone, in silence except for the recorded voice droning over and over in the background and the sobbing of one of the distraught slaves. The room was very warm, unpleasantly so and had little ventilation. Soon the smell of the profusely sweating slaves permeated the air of the room.
I was left to stand on my markers for a long time as slowly the slaves in front of me were processed.. Rivers of perspiration were soon running down my side as I began to sweat like a pig. Since there was no clock it was hard for me to know how long I was left standing motionless, but soon my arms began to go numb, and my bladder was becoming uncomfortably full.
Because Ed and I were bringing up the rear of the line we had to wait till all the others in front were processed. Processing was pretty simple, they scanned our collar and all our details were instantly entered. I hadn't though about this until now, too much else had happened, but our indenturement was obviously well planned as the collars that had been put on us already contained the chip with all our information.
I went up before Ed to be processed. "Thomas Carter, aged fourteen, newly indentured into domestic service for fifteen years, is that correct? The clerk at the desk asked.
"Yes" I replied, instantly the guard standing at the side of the desk whacked my butt with his cane, I screamed out.
"A servant always addresses his masters starting and ending with Master or Sir, is that clear boy?" the guard spoke up.
"Sir, yes sir" I replied quickly.
"Don't know what they teach the young ones at school these days, not manners that's for sure Joe" the guard said addressing the clerk.
"Yeah, too true Max" the clerk replied.
After initial processing we were marched not along the red line but along a yellow line that diverged into another room where we were walked under a long line of shower nozzles that were emitting cold water and I guessed some detergent mix as my eyes started stinging, a group of naked servants rubbed my body down as I walked along the yellow line. They rubbed my hair, my face, my chest, my back, my butt , my genitals and my legs. I was again blushing with modesty, but I did notice both Ed and even Raymond were suffering the same reaction.
Once clean and towelled down by the servants we followed the yellow line onwards into a large room, off of which were numerous large cells, all occupied with naked servants. I could see either red or orange striped collared servants all located in one large cell and the green or black stripe collared servants all in another. As we walked past the cells down a long corridor this pattern was repeated for both males and females.
I was relieved at this system, as I knew from school that red and orange striped collars were the criminally indentured, red for life and orange for a term. Like wise the green were for the voluntary indentured, that was what Ed and I were classified as, some choice in volunteering we had! The black were for the born into servitude like Raymond.
I didn't want to be in a cell with the criminally indentured, you never know what they would do to you, though I did notice some of our former servants in there, as they were term servitude criminals, but dad and Mr Harris had always chosen them carefully, we never had murderers or rapists only minor petty criminals or white collar criminals in our service.
To my even greater relief I was stopped outside a cell which obviously only contained younger boys, and was let in. Ed and Raymond were taken to the next cell, which was another cell for the adult males wearing green or black striped collars.
There were five other boys in the cell I entered, but I only knew three of the boys from our previous servants the other two were from elsewhere. One of our former servant boys Peter, was remarkably like a younger Raymond, blond hair and I guessed about 13, he had a much larger penis and balls than me and I suspected he had started to grow his pubes, unlike me, but like most servants he was clean shaven, so it was hard to tell from a distance. Mr Harris had been training him to be a personal servant, in fact Ed had once told me he might be the one dad was training for my personal servant when I was eighteen. That was not going to happen now. This kid just smirked, as I stood there naked and helpless.
The other four boys were younger than Peter, between eight and eleven years of age I guessed. Their red eyes immediately told me they had all been crying, as I was to later learn, because they had been separated from their mothers. Up until twelve a lot of born servants unless they came from a purpose built slave farm were kept with their birth mother if possible and this had been the case with the two younger boys from our estate. Here at the centre they had been separated for the first time from their mothers.
"What's wrong boy, don't know what to do?" taunted Peter as I stood there. "Lost your servant to hold your hand little boy?"
"Shut up Peter?" I replied.
He got up off the bench he was lying on and came over and stood close in front of me.
Eyeing me he said "Don't ever say shut up' to me again hear me boy. I have been a servant for 13 years; you've been one for only a few hours. When a more senior servant speaks to you, you say Yes Boss', do you understand?".
Well what was I to do, the hide of this servant boy to order me around,
"Fuck off Peter" I said
Brave move on my part, but stupid!
Peter stood there for a few seconds and I was thinking, `Yes that's right, learn your place servant', when he reached out and grabbed, then squeezed hard my ball sack. I screamed out, the nausea spread from my stomach up to my mouth and I dry reached. Tears swelled in my eyes.
"What did you say boy?" Peter said
He'd won, I was not a physical kind of guy, in fact I was a bit of a wimp, "Yes Boss, I understand I won't speak like that again sir " I replied. "Boss please let me go" I whimpered.
"Good now that you know your place, take your position" Peter ordered.
With the other boys looking on and a crowd of adult servants from both adjoining cells crowding to the bars separating our cell from theirs to see what all the screaming was about, I blushing profusely I took up the servants position in front of our former servant.
The total humiliation at my loss of status now bore down on me as Peter proceeded to inspect every inch of my body. He ran his fingers over my chest, spread my butt cheeks and inspected my arse, felt my balls, just like a skilled overseer would do a new servant to check him out. "Man you're so small, how old are you?" he asked.
"Fourteen Boss " I replied.
"Your hardly better off than these other guys here in the cell and they are all like less than eleven years old".
Was that a question or a statement, I didn't want to risk another squeeze at my balls so I said "Yes Boss".
"That's an obedient boy, Thomas, your learning fast what it's like to be a servant" Peter said.
"Now let's have some real fun..." He began to say when there was a commotion at the bars of the adjoining cell and Raymond forced his way to the front.
"Leave him alone Peter, he's mine, you touch him and you'll answer to me, ok?" Raymond called out.
"Oh fuck you bro, I just wanted some revenge"
"No fucking anything brother, leave him, he's been good to me and treated me better than anyone. No way is any brother of mine going to shame me, by hurting or humiliating him further, ok ... I said ok?"
"Ok bro if you say so" Peter slowly replied.
"I do say so," replied Raymond.
Again Raymond had saved me, I walked over to him and grabbed his left hand through the bars and said "Thank you" and burst out crying.
When I regained my composure I asked Raymond why he called Peter brother, was it a term used amongst servants that I hadn't heard before or what?
"He's is my full brother Thomas, we share the same mother and father"
"Your mother and father were both in our household service," I asked.
"Sort of yes" he replied obviously hedging his answer.
"I thought the male and female servants were kept separated?" I asked
"They were, yes"
"Then how?"" I asked, sensing his hesitation and reluctance to elaborate on the details.
"You don't want to know Thomas, trust me" Raymond replied.
"Come on Raymond, I thought we had a special relationship now, no secrets?" I said.
He paused for a long moment then said, "Well I warned you and I guess maybe you really should know the truth".
He paused again then said "Your father regularly had one of the servant girls up to his bedroom at night; your mother knew of this and was usually there too, urging your father on in his sexual perversions. I was conceived out of one of those nights, so was Peter to the same mother, Janice, your mother's personal servant. The other two younger boys here in this cell, Dean and Alex, from your father's estate, share the same father, your father, though in their cases, the mothers are different. Welcome to your new family Thomas, I'm sorry to tell you this but I did warn you and I think you needed to know this, as your brother Ed already knows, and has done so since soon after he turned sixteen".
I was speechless. Thoughts raced round and around my brain. My father was Raymond and Peters father. My father was the father to lots of servants. My father regularly fucked his servants and mum not only knew but watched on.
I looked over to Ed and he sensed what I must have been thinking because he nodded his head and said "Sorry Tom, but it's all true"
End Chapter 5