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.
All characters are above 18 years old.
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The Attendant.
Chapter 9: The new General.
My Owner -- it was becoming more and more difficult to consider him as my step-father, and even less so, as my father -- did not comment on the fact that I had just swallowed the Inspector's cum. What was there to say anyway?
He gathered Martin and I in the living room and congratulated himself on the success of the inspection.
"Commander Johnson seemed satisfied." Sure, I could still taste his semen in my mouth. "We should all be fine now. I told you, if we followed my plan, things would work out!"
I wanted to say that what had just happened was not my definition of "a plan working out" but for once, my Owner seemed content with my performance and I had another pressing matter to discuss.
"Owner. Now that the Inspector is gone. It means we can be a little bit laxer on following the rules, right? Could you please remove the shock collar? It feels awful having this around my neck."
He sighed. Not a good sign.
"Dad" said my brother, "that thing looks dangerous, they say the collar is secure but it contains electricity, right? What happens if it gets activated while the Attendant is showering?"
"Come on, our engineers thought the whole thing through, and why would I need to activate it anyway?"
He did activate it a few minutes before but I did not object to that. No need to get him mad while he still had the controller in his hand.
"Of course, Owner, there would be no reason. I am behaving. You saw, I just did everything the Inspector asked of me. Everything. But I'm begging you, it makes me very unease to..."
"Well, there is no need to be unease Attendant. I think the last few weeks have proven that you can trust that your brother and I would respect all boundaries to make sure that the situation remains bearable to all of us. But you do have to make some small sacrifices too! As this collar will soon be part of the mandatory uniform, I think it's best you start getting used to it. You probably are the only Attendant in the whole country authorized to have this sort of conversation, I think you should consider yourself lucky."
"I know Owner, I am grateful, but..."
"No but, Attendant. If I remove it now, we won't have time to put it back on if someone comes. Really, it's just as if you were wearing a pretty necklace! I heard that gay people love jewellery."
"Dad!" My brother pleaded on my behalf.
"Come on Martin, this was just a joke! We had a huge success today, can't we all just relax a bit? Also, Attendant, in case you have not noticed, Martin and I have been really considerate with you lately. As you have probably realized with the Inspector today or General Thompson last week, the Attendants usually are requested for much more than just house chores..."
Again, the taste of the Inspector was still very pronounced in my mouth, I did not need a reminder. I looked at the floor.
"Dad... As the inspection is now passed and the Attendant has done everything to please Commander Johnson, can we just try to be a little more..."
It was a small attempt from my brother, but an attempt nonetheless.
"Martin, let's not have this discussion now, not in front of the Attendant. We follow the Attendant's Code because this is the Law. A man in my position cannot breach the Law. I don't think I need to explain again and again how lucky our Attendant is - and how much efforts it took from me - to have found itself in our household."
I looked at my brother, trying to show how much I appreciated him standing up for me but that was the end of that conversation. I would keep the collar.
At least, it was clear now. My "step-father" had fully committed to his "Owner" role and it was no longer only for show. I cannot say that I was surprised but I was defeated.
The next few weeks did not bring any change to my condition except for a few adjustments in the family's dynamic. My brother graduated and soon started his internship in the Ohio State Government. My brother and my Owner were now both going to work together and seemed to get closer as a consequence.
My life was a succession of the same day, over and over: house chores, training, some public apparition to show what a good Attendant I was, kneeling down when my Owner and brother would come back from work, sometimes with a guest, and very few words between us.
When we did have a guest, my Owner was always more than happy to order me around.
One day, Xavier Richard came by and my Owner spontaneously proposed that I should help him relax by giving him a blowjob. He needed Richard's signature on an important document. My brother was there the whole time and watched me suck the guy's small dick and take his cum in my mouth.
This was a new low, or maybe, this was just something I should get used to, like the shock collar I was wearing 24/7.
Offering an Attendant's mouth had become as usual as offering a good bottle of wine to conclude a deal in our society. Nathan told me he was to sexually serve every guest in his household. One day, he had to suck a dozen of dicks under the table and then drink the piss of half of the guests.
Governor Schneider was often at the house now. General Thompson was no longer invited. Schneider was scary but less handsy than Thompson so this change in politics was good for me. At least, I thought so.
I did find ways to make my days somewhat bearable: there were the masturbation sessions when I was alone in the house, the interest I started to get in decrypting the hidden messages in the news -- at first look, it was only propaganda but if you listened carefully enough, you could understand that "President Ganderson is opening the door to some changes in the Attendant's status", actually meant that "there are massive protests and critics against the Attendant's status" -- and finally, there were my trips out to the store.
From hating them, they had become the best part of my life.
Nathan had found a way to almost always be there at the same time as me, and we would spend a few minutes catching up at least twice a week. During our last conversation, he told me how his Owner had started to rent him to total strangers and I realized from his description that General Thompson was one of them. The whole thing was sick, General Thompson's son -- now Attendant -- was rimming his former father while Nathan was swallowing the General's cock.
But Nathan told me about something else, a group, a resistance group. This gave me hope. I thought again about the cook, telling me that those bastards would pay.
For a while now, Nathan had been the one teaching me on how to understand the subtitles in the news. He did also tell me that my Owner was about to become General before the information was shared at home. One day, I saw him talking with Juliet, my ex lab partner and the main character of many of my jerk-off sessions. With a nod, Nathan confirmed she was part of the resistance too, whichever the resistance might be.
Because my Owner, soon to be General Clarck, was becoming important in the ARCOG - the Attendance's Reflexion Committee of the Ohio's Government - Nathan explained that my intel would now be precious to "the Resistance" and he wanted me to be more involved.
Often, Nathan asked me if I was ready to fully commit to the Resistance but often, I would deflect the question. He would say I was foolish for protecting my father but really, at this point, I was more thinking about my brother. I tried to explain to Nathan that it was different for me, that in my home, I would be permitted some sort of dignity, but Nathan did not want to hear any of that. Often, he reminded me how my step-father beat me up, how they still made me wear the damn collar, how I was still a slave, and how I was a whore too.
He was right.
But the more I got accustomed to being an Attendant, the harder it was to see a way out. I loved fantasizing about a revolution but I was too afraid to do anything actually substantial to start it. Still, I did the bare minimum to help the cause: betraying my father's trust by sharing some of his private conversation with high ranks officers, General Schneider being on the top of this list.
What I did not know back then is that, with or without my consent, I would soon be forced to take a more political role in this shit show America had become.
One evening, my father called me to massage his feet. We had not done that in a couple of months.
I crawled towards him, nervous, and started my massage. He did not even try to hide his boner this time, the head of his big cock was shamelessly poking out of his robe. We were way passed this point.
"Attendant, once you will be done with my feet, we will go shower you as you will have a very particular mission tomorrow."
Usually, I would shower myself, except when Martin would help me shave my asshole. This scared me.
"Of course, Owner." I said, rubbing the hairy feet of my master.
"We will take special care of you. You will need to look very good. The best-looking Attendant in the whole country. You want to know why Attendant?"
