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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Chapter 12: The sodomy
Sodomy was a forbidden word in our country. Sodomy was the worst thing that could ever happen to a Man. Sodomy would send you to hell. Sodomy would take your manhood away. Sodomy was the biggest sins of the homosexuals and the main reason why they needed to be punished.
But as I waiting for my former-father to come home, this is what he had promised me: Sodomy.
Martin would not be there that night; he was spending the evening with a potential prospect for marriage. I guess that explained why my Owner would have chosen this particular evening to take my virginity.
I was ordered to do an enema, to clean my ass before it gets fucked.
I had not seen Nathan at the store for a while and I did not get the chance to explain to him how worse my situation had gotten. Was the "Resistance" still a thing? Was it ever?
If only I were not forced to wear that stupid collar, maybe I could have taken my chances. Run away. But the location tracker did not me leave much of a choice.
Of course, I still had a choice, there were knives in the house. There were ways to end it all. But I needed to stay alive, this was the promise Nathan and I made to each other: surviving until the politics would shift back again and we can make all those bastards pay.
So I went to the bathroom, and cleaned myself, inside and out. I had some bruises on my body but nothing too visible, I had not been beaten up in the past few days. The cane of General Schneider had left a very small scar under my eye though, this one did not seem to fade away. Would I have it all my life?
Maybe my Owner would not go through with it. He was once my father after all. Maybe that meant something to him.
Wishful thinking. He cummed in my mouth just thinking about fucking my ass.
My Owner came back home from work early that day. Apparently, he could not wait to take me. Because of the unusual time, I was not kneeling for him in the entrance.
"Attendant! Where are you?" He barked.
I was cleaning the bathroom floor, I rushed back downstairs. Of course, I was entirely naked except from my collar.
"My apologies Owner, I did not think you would be back this early."
He slapped me.
"As soon as you hear the car in the driveway, you should be here. Ready!"
"Of course, Owner. I'm sorry"
He took his jacket and then his shoes off. I took care of putting them away.
"Are you clean?" He asked.
We were not losing any time.
"Yes Owner. But..."
He slapped me again. Hard.
"What did I tell you Attendant? The word "but" is strictly forbidden. It cannot be part of your vocabulary."
He did lecture me on that point precisely a couple days ago. I should have known better.
"I apologize Owner. May I be authorized to speak Owner?"
He looked at me intensely:
"You may."
"Owner, I don't want to challenge any of your order and I swear I will be obedient. I swear I will do anything you ask of me; I swear I will be a good Attendant."
"That's good to hear."
"I have only one request, and I know that I don't have any right to formulate such request. I know that you may use me as you wish. Owner, I think I have made a lot of progress being obedient. Owner, please do not fuck my ass. There is no need for that. Nothing to prove to anyone. Owner, you did tell me you wanted to keep me as a virgin and I think you were right."
"Are you done?" He asked dryly.
"You were once my father and I am begging you, I don't think Martin would be ok with that. I don't think mom would be ok with that. Please Owner. I would do anything you ask of me but not that."
I bowed down and started to kiss the black socks on his feet.
"Owner, please."I begged.
"Are you done talking?" He repeated.
"Yes Owner, I made my request."
"Request denied."
What was I expecting, really? Still, those two words felt like daggers in my stomach. My Owner served himself some coffee and stretched out. What could he be thinking, preparing himself to fuck his own son?
"I think we should go to the bedroom Attendant." He spoke.
Desperate, I tried another strategy. I grabbed his knees and cried out:
"Dad... Please... Dad, come back to me! Dad, I miss you! I'm begging you. For mom!"
He used the shock collar a couple of times and I fell on the floor. Probably a level 3.
"Follow me to the bedroom Attendant. I won't say it twice."
He would not back down. How could he go through with that? Why would he go through with that? We climbed up the stairs. I was shaking. We entered his bedroom that I had tidied up in the morning. His white sheets were clean and ironed. Ready for me.
"Undress me." My former-father ordered.
I started with his dark brown tie. My hands were trembling. Fuck, I could see his bulge, he was already hard under his pants. I continued with his white shirt that I unbuttoned slowly, revealing his muscle and hairy chest. Two buttons were left when he grabbed my right hand to guide it onto his nipples. I started massaging them.
"You called me Dad a few minutes ago."
"I did. I'm sorry Owner."
"You know that I can be magnanimous. I will grand you this request. For this evening, you can call me Daddy."
As I was caressing his chest, our faces were very close to each other. I could feel his breath.
"I... I'm not sure I understand Owner."
"You're as stupid as you seem then! I just told you, you may exceptionally call me Daddy tonight. I can even extend this to anytime we would be alone in my bedroom. You should be happy; you were the one begging to call me Dad!"
"Not like this... This is forbidden by the Code... We should call ourselves by our formal..."
A electric shock went through me again.
"Attendant, you know this thing has a level 5! Last time I used it, you passed out. I don't want to come to that. This would be no fun at all! So now Attendant, you are going to say thank you Daddy or I will use that collar until you do."
"Thank you, Daddy." I whispered, sobbing.
"Now finish stripping me, my boy."
I cringed. He was calling me "my boy" in our life, before. But now, everything was different. I struggled to stand up again.
"Yes Daddy."
I took off his shirt, then, it was time to take care of his belt.
"Look at me son."
I turned my face towards him, he spat on me. Right under my eyes, on my scar. It dripped onto my mouth. I licked. I had his belt in my hands. I could have hit him. I did not.
"Take off my trousers."
I obliged. I revealed his black underwear and his precum stains. His huge dick was leaking so much in his underwear and the tip of his dickhead was already poking out. He was very horny; he had probably been hard all day in anticipation.
After the trousers, I removed his socks and kissed his feet.
"Sniff your Daddy's manly odour". He commanded.
I smelled his feet, I inhaled exuberantly. He gripped my hair and guided me to his bulge. I sniffed his black underwear, front and back, the precum stains and then, I put my nose right in his ass-crack. I moved to his chest and finally his armpits. He was sweaty. He buried my face into his armpits until I could no longer breathe.
"Why am I still wearing underwear?" He grunted.
"I apologize Daddy. Let me take care of it."
"Damn you're so eager!" He laughed.
I took off my former-father's underwear; his dick was like a monster released from a cage. It slapped my face.
"Suck. And you better lube it good because you know where this will end."
Giving blow-jobs, this, I had learnt how to do. I spat on his cock, played with his foreskin to reveal his dickhead and I realized what I had to do. I should make him cum, right there. Maybe that would calm him down and prevent him from entering my ass.
"Oh yes Daddy! I want your big cock in my mouth!" I begged, giving my whole to get him even more turned on.
I licked the tip of his big dick and then sucked him while moaning loudly. I caressed his balls at the same time. I licked some more and then, finally, deepthroated it.
"Damn... Boy... Mmmm..."
I pushed myself until I gagged, I buried my nose into his pubic hair, I went back and forth and played with his precum. I spat on myself and on that hairy dick and then, played with all that saliva making bubbles in my mouth before swallowing his shaft. I jerked him off for a few minutes. I went back on his monster cock again. I could almost swallow his 8 inches of meat entirely now. I had made so much progress in the art of sucking dicks. Of course, my eyes were crying but it only made it better for my Owner.
"Daddy... Give me you cum Daddy. Your filthy boy needs it!"
