In a world where gay men have been stripped away of their basic human rights through the "Attendant" status, Peter becomes a slave in his own household. Soon, his step-father and younger brother learn to take their roles of "Masters" very seriously.
This is a dark, authoritarian, dystopian fiction. It includes numerous elements of non-consensual BDSM, dom/sub practises and sex, including slavery, and rape, as well as incestuous relationships. The story does not, in any way, reflect the views or political opinions of the author.
If you know me through the "My First Year in College" story, this one will be very different both in tone and subject matter. You have been warned!
All characters are above 18 years old.
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The Attendant
Chapter 04: The Dinner.
After an almost sleepless night, I woke up the next morning with the mindset of doing whatever needed to be done to better my situation, or at least, not making it worse for me or any member of my family.
I went over every option I had still left, considered every outcome, and I came to one conclusion: I needed to appear as the perfect Attendant if I wanted to have the slightest chance at a semi normal life. Probably, my step-father had made the same calculation and that surely explained his behaviour from the day before.
I went to the kitchen early and prepared breakfast for my step-father and brother. I ate a few toasts discreetly before they woke up but I did not serve myself any beacon or egg.
My step-father got down first, he was only wearing his robe; I could see his massive and hairy chest underneath it.
"Good morning, Owner, I have prepared breakfast as you like it."
He seemed surprise. He could not say thank you to his Attendant - this is not strictly forbidden but this is just something you do not do - but he nodded to show his appreciation.
"Go wake your brother up, tell him breakfast is waiting for him downstairs." My step-father marked a pause. "Attendant, make sure he understands you are fully at his service." He was scratching his crotch under his robe while talking to me. I guess that since I was entirely naked, there was not much sense for him to be shy. "We all need to be fully committed to our roles today."
"Of course, Owner."
At last, my step-father seemed satisfied. I went upstairs and knocked slowly on my brother's door. Contrary to me, he was allowed to have his personal space.
"Sir." I said, entering his room. He was lying above his covers, wearing just a loose boxer. I had never noticed that he had become much fitter recently but this was to be expected, he was the star of his swimming team. An impressive morning wood was forming a tent in his underpants.
"Pete?" He mumbled, scratching his eyes, still semi-asleep.
"Sir. I think you should call me Attendant. I have prepared breakfast for you and for my Owner downstairs."
"Oh..." He straightened up, noticing his morning wood, he readjusted his covers. His eyes fell irreducibly on my own exposed dick. "Thank you Attendant."
"No need to thank me Sir. Would there be anything else I could do for you?"
He seemed unsure. I insisted. Martin needed to understand that he had to take over his part of my master if we were to survived the dinner to come.
"Sir. I am here only to serve you. You can ask me anything." I said.
"Ok then. Make my bed and tidy up my room while I go eat Attendant."
"Of course, Sir."
He stood up; his dick seemed even harder than before in his underwear. But he did not seem so shy about it now. He took another good look at my naked body.
"Attendant, is it true that in some households, the Men of the house fuck their Attendants?"
What kind of fucked up question was that? I lied:
"Sir, this happens in some rare cases but I learnt during my formation this is frowned upon."
His face got a little red.
"I was just wondering. I'll go take my shower now."
And he left the room. I was sure he was about to jerk off. Probably thinking about my cock.
I always suspected that my younger brother was gay, I had already caught his looks, especially when I would come back from training. Maybe the fact that I was now constantly naked was messing with his brain. The guy had never been allowed to act on his urges after all.
I am not proud to admit it but for a split second, I thought that it may have been better if my brother had admitted to his crime of watching gay porn and had taken his rightful place. I had done nothing wrong, and there I was, making his bed. But again, he had not done anything wrong either, the new world was just too messed-up.
In the afternoon, I was asked to train in the garage for a couple of hours to maintain my physical condition. My brother came to bring me some water but avoided to look at me. He did order me to do some squats though. Otherwise, I mostly did house chores (laundry, vacuuming) and when the cook arrived at 6pm, I helped him setting the table up. He was a charming black man, in his fifties. He seemed uncomfortable with my nudity but did not say a thing.
By the end of the day, it almost seemed normal to call my younger brother "Sir" and my step-father "Owner".
At 7pm, the both of them appeared in the living room dressed up in their fanciest suits.
"Is the Attendant helpful?" My step-dad asked to the cook.
"Very."
Was that actual pride I was feeling? I had come so low...
The first guest to arrive was a man I did not know but I had already seen on TV, he was working very closely with the Governor of Ohio. He was important in the hierarchy as he had been a supporter of President Ganderson right from the start.
My dad opened the door as I was kneeling down in the entrance, naked. The man was in his sixties and walked with a cane, he had been injured very young during the war in Iraq.
"General Schneider, what an honour to have you in my humble home."
"Good evening Clarck." They shook hands. The General did not pay the slightest attention to me.
"Would you like my Attendant to take care of your coat?"
"Sure." He grunted.
I expected the General to give me his coat but he did not move. My step-father gave me a little slap on the back of my head:
"Attendant, get up and undress General Schneider."
"Of course, Owner."
I stood up and helped the General getting out of his pricy coat. He was wearing a velvet suit underneath. I hurried up to hang the coat in the closet, and I went kneeling in the dining room where my step-father was introducing my little brother to his guest.
"This is Martin. He will graduate from high-school in only a few weeks. Top of his class. He has already requested to do an internship within our ranks this summer."
"Sounds like a promising lad."
"Thank You General." My brother shook his hand.
"What would you care to drink General?" Enquired my father.
"Do you have a nice bottle of scotch?"
"Sure. Attendant, go get the drinks."
Again, I hurried in the kitchen to prepare the drinks. My little brother never had whisky, at least, to the best of my knowledge. He was about to have his first taste.
I almost fell down with the tray when coming back in the dining room, but thankfully, I avoided that mistake and General Schneider, who had not taken a single look at me since he arrived, did not notice anything.
The second guest arrived. It was Captain Philips. The bastard had molested me, and did much worse to some of my companions, during my training at the Attendance Formation Centre of West Ohio. I hated him with all my guts but I politely knelt down before him and then took care of his coat. He slapped me on the ass as I was turning back to hang it. My father saw it but did not budge.
The third guest was Xavier Richard, the man who had come to take me away on the evening where my life had changed forever. He had fingered me in the ass later that same night. With my dad though, he was sweet and gentle. He was the first one to acknowledge me:
"I see that your Attendant has accommodated itself to its new role in society."
"Yes, it has." The awful use of the pronoun "it" probably best summed-up my new life. "It has received excellent training thanks notably to Captain Philips with us tonight. You were right Xavier; the training centres are a necessity."
The finale guest was General Thompson, I had never met him but I knew he was a colleague of my father, maybe even a friend, and that he had his own son as an Attendant too. From the start, he made me very uncomfortable. He kept on staring at my body, specifically at my dick, and when greeting my younger brother, he patted my hair as if I were a dog. I almost bit him.
A few minutes later, the four guests, my brother and my father went sitting around the dining table. I was on my knees a foot from them, waiting for any instruction which would come. Some of the guests knew each other, some others did not. This was all very political and everyone was overly careful with the choice of their words and topics of conversation. At least at the beginning, when they were sober.
General Thompson kept on staring at me. Xavier Richard was looking too, but he was less obvious about it. I had not forgotten his nervous tic of always readjusting his tiny glasses on his nose. His lengthy fingers gave me chills.
During dinner, I was asked to serve the meals and filled in the glasses with wine but not much for than that.
"Wine, Attendant." Barked Captain Philips. I obliged immediately.
