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 5: The grocery store
The following day offered me a bit of rest as I had the house to myself while my brother was at school and my father at work. I had to wake up before them to prepare breakfast, I remained naked all day in case someone would show up, but I did some training in the garage and I even watched the news (well, the propaganda) on TV afterwards.
I almost felt free. It is crazy how we take the little things for granted and only realize how lucky we were when they are stripped away from us.
After the painful week-end I had gone through, I tried my hardest to find a way to make the whole situation bearable. I was getting accustomed to be naked around the house, and I had to trust that my brother and father, unless we were in public, would not push their commands too far. I just needed to remember that all of this was a ridiculous show to make sure the authority would not send me away.
On a pure logical level, I understood where my step-father was coming from, but deep down, it was still unconceivable that the man who had raised me, who had spent hours discussing, joking and playing with me, assisted to my graduation, would manage to treat me like his servant. It seemed so effortless for him.
However, and even more so than before, my brother and my step-father were all I had: I needed to make this work, one way or another.
When my younger brother came back from school, I knelt down before him. "Hope you had a good day at school Sir", I said. He did not correct me. My father had instructed us to keep the charade going, even when it was just the two of us, at least for the first couple of weeks to keep on practicing "our roles".
"Attendant, why is there a dirty bowl in the sink?" He asked without looking at me.
"I apologize Sir, I will take care of this right away."
He went to his room. I cleaned up the bowl, defeated. I wanted to argue with him, but I knew that from the three of us, Martin was probably the one who had the most difficulty to get into the part. If I rebelled, I thought he would be quick to get friendly with me again, and this would lead us to a dangerous path.
My father came back right on time for the dinner I had prepared. I went back to eat in the kitchen. I was allowed to eat the same dish as them, and not only their leftovers, a level of comfort only a few Attendants could brag about.
After dinner, my father laid back in his armchair. He was only wearing his robe, he had showered.
"Attendant, massage my feet."
This was a test, the last time we were in this situation, it ended up in a fight.
"Sure, Owner." I wanted to show that I was conciliant. I was tired of hearing his reproaches about me, not trying hard enough. Maybe if I showed him that I could really act the part, he would cut me some slacks.
I got on all fours and started to massage his size 12 feet. He did not ask me to lick them this time. Maybe I was right then, if I were more obedient, he would not feel the need to test me further.
"I have a special mission for you tomorrow." He mentioned while I was working on his feet. I noticed his bulge, maybe it was the angle but below the robe, I could swear he had an erection.
"Yes, Owner?"
"You will have to go to the grocery store, I will give you a list. You can take the two shopping bags in the garage. Of course, you cannot take the car and you will have to walk there."
The nearest store was more than 1 mile away. I knew I would be barefoot. Going there would be ok but coming back with the groceries...
"Dad... Owner, I... This might be difficult to come back by walking."
"Attendant, you will be out in public, this is all the more important that you fully comply with the rules! If people see you struggling right in the middle of the streets, then, all the better for us!"
That was the purpose then: another public humiliation. What if I saw someone I knew?
It was like my step-father could read my mind:
"This is why you should go there around noon; it's the busiest time and people need to see that you have fully committed to your Attendant's role."
"Owner... please." I begged.
"Attendant! This is an order. Besides, when you are here alone, I expect you to be on your best behaviour. General Thompson told me that his Attendant was visited by an inspector just today, while it was alone in the house!"
"I am very careful!" I protested; it was true. "I remain naked at all times and I am always ready to start or continue a chore if someone would show up!"
My father relaxed a little. His legs were hairy, he casually spread them, now I was certain his big dick was hard and ready to slip out of the robe any second. It intimidated me a bit.
"Good. Make sure your apron is clean before going out tomorrow. And shave yourself in the... well, in the usual places tonight."
"Yes Owner." I replied, resuming my foot message, trying not to look at his now obvious boner.
When he had enough, I was authorized to go shower.
In the bathroom, I proceeded to shave my dick and ass. The pubic hair, that was easy, but my asshole, that was a whole other story.
My brother who tended to go back and forth in the corridor a lot every time I was showering, the door wide open, caught me in a rather awkward position, checking my asshole in the mirror while I was struggling with my razor.
"Do you need some help?... Attendant?"
"I... I am fine Sir, my Owner asked me to go outside tomorrow and I need to make sure I am shaven."
"Genitals and asshole, right?"
"Right, Sir."
"Come on Pete. I'll help you out, it will only take a minute."
He was calling me Pete, that meant that he was my brother again, not my master. So, I could refuse his offer? Right? I was traumatized by the times Captain Philips roughly shaved my anus, fingering me at the same time. But surely, my brother would be gentler. Also, on my own, I could not figure this out.
"Ok... But this is so..."
"Shhh..." He spoke. He was prepared to go to bed as well and was only wearing his tight white boxers. I checked on his bulge to see if he was not forming an erection, he noticed my stare but did not comment on it.
"Turn around, bend over."
I was still hesitant.
"Bend over Attendant." He repeated.
This time, it was an order. Paradoxically, that made me want to stop the whole thing even more but before I could say anything, my father had showed up in the doorframe.
"What's going on in here?"
"Dad, I'm helping the Attendant get prepared for tomorrow."
"Oh... Pursue then." He hesitated and spoke again. "Thank you... hum... both of you for your cooperation in all this."
For a split second, I considered what an honour it was to be included in a "thank you". Such a rare privilege for an Attendant like me! But I quickly came back to my senses. This shit does get to your head, my step-father better thank me! I was doing a lot messed-up things just to follow his plan.
I turned around and bent over as requested, putting my hands against the wall tile of the shower. My brother put foam on my ass, he rubbed it carefully. My father was still watching.
To be honest, it was quite a pleasant sensation. I could even feel my dick reacting. I managed to remain soft, using the technics I had learnt in the formation Centre to avoid unwanted erection.
My brother shaved me in silence, almost carressing the ring of my anus at times.
"I'm almost done" He whispered. I heard my father finally went back to his room. "Can you spread your asshole a bit more so I can finish?"
I did as I was told. He put some foam again, right on my anus. My dick reacted this time and I felt a semi coming. It lasted a few more seconds before it was over and in this short period of time, I was definitely getting hard. This was so wrong, I had my brother's fingers against my asshole but I was a 21 years old who had cummed in almost a week at that point.
At the end of his task, Martin chuckled weirdly. I guess he could not believe what he had just done to his big brother.
"May I shower now Sir?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Yes, you may, Attendant". Martin got out of the bathroom quickly but I caught it, his underwear was filled with a very big erection. I even saw a wet spot on the white fabric, making it translucid. Some precum. I could not really say anything as I was fully erected as well.
A few minutes later, I went sleeping on my mattress. I found a cover and a pillow on top of it. That was not much but it meant the world to me. I was not sure who put the comforters there, my father or my brother, either way, I was grateful.
The next day, I prepared breakfast, greeted my brother and step-father with the appropriate deference and made their beds. After having done my usual chores, I caught the sight of a beautiful girl walking down the street.
I started to feel horny again.
I went to my dad's bedroom and searched his porn magazines. This was risky to be potentially caught masturbating but I needed some release at this point. I unfolded his covers so I could pretend I was in his room making his bed if someone were to banged at the door. Then, I lied in my father's bed and I started caressing myself.
