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 13: The resistance
How could the father I had loved so much have turned into this monster? Was he always this evil? Was it years of repressed feelings that did that to him?
Maybe he just lost his mind after the death of my mother... He had to love my mother. Right? They seemed so happy together. But the more I was thinking about it, the more I was figuring out they were acting much more like close friends than lovers.
The day after he fucked me, my former-father casually explained to my brother what he had done and even encouraged him to do the same.
I surprised their conversation.
“There is no point in selling it out now. It has become an incredible asset for our political future. Just look at what we have achieved with the campaign, once it will be broadcasted, we will be famous in the entire country! But as long as it stays with us, Martin, we have to fully commit; it would just be too confusing for it if we blurred the lines as this stage. And damn it, I did lose my wife and you lost your mother, we are entitled to use it as we wish!”
“I understand dad, but…”
“I fucked it last night.”
“Dad? You…”
“Yes, I did penetrate its ass. It was time Martin. One thing that you should know is that when you are not at home and when it’s just me and it, the Attendant changes its attitude. It has been begging for me to fuck him for days and I thought that I should reward it… It would be cruel not to. I don’t know why it pretends not to love it when you’re around, maybe because of your past relationship as brothers, but its denial is becoming ridiculous…”
“Maybe it is ashamed?” Suggested my brother, not even questioning the reasoning of his father.
To be fair, I had begged Martin to cum in my mouth just a week prior after a sleezy photoshoot.
“You must be right… but it should not be. Attendants have only one pleasure in their miserable lives, when their owners fuck them. It should at least recognize and enjoy that! You should have seen it last night, a real sex freak! To be frank, it was quite disgusting.”
“You really did it then? All the way?”
Was Martin actually curious? Interested?
“What choice did I have? We have already lost plenty of time in that area. I’ll admit this is on me. You know how I am, I was reluctant on the whole sex thing, but General Schneider is right, there are less and less women in the world. We have to adjust.”
“So, you think we should have sex with the Attendants?”
“I’m not sure we can call it “having sex”. The Attendant is neither a Man or a Woman. Would you call masturbation “having sex”?”
“I don’t know Dad… I mean, I could never, not with Peter.”
“Martin! When will you stop calling it that name?” I heard the hard slap on my brother’s face. “You know I could get you arrested for that!”
My brother remained silent for a while. This was a direct threat. It meant that Martin might become an Attendant too if he were not obedient enough.
“Anyway, its hole just needs to loosen up at this point.” My former-father marked a pause. He then talked in a much lower voice, as if he was sharing a secret. “Maybe I should not be telling you that, but we might need some money really soon, a lot of it. General Schneider is getting old and is getting sick. He was almost assured to have the Governor spot a few months back but now… everything changes.”
“You mean…”
“I could be the one taking the lead, yes! The party needs a public and reassuring figure. These are all preliminary discussions at this stage but imagine if that works. Governor Clarck of the great Ohio State!”
“Oh my god, dad… this is crazy! And you know, if you become Governor, you would actually have some powers to make real changes! Maybe even help the Attendants a little.”
“Of course, Martin! That’s the plan. Commander Fallon is persuaded that once the TV campaign is released, the notoriety will make me a serious candidate for the job. But I won’t get there without money."
“Oh… I see…”
“And we can make an awful lot of money renting the Attendant, especially once its face will be plastered all over our country. Fallon is persuaded that once the campaign is launched, hundreds of people will fight to get a taste of our Attendant. I bet I can triple the investment I put in buying it in less than six months.”
“So… what’s the plan? You are going to let other Men use our Attendant?”
“Well, of course! As I said, we need the money. And stop worrying, it will love it! Never forget that it was born for that. As much as it pains me, I won’t be able to do anything without General Thompson on my side. It was ok to take our distances with him when Schneider was sure to become Governor, but now, Thompson could become my biggest rival. And you know, he has always had a thing for our Attendant.”
At this point, my Owner noticed that I was listening and ordered me to go clean up the toilets.
A little while later, the both of them left for work and I knew that my brother would be brainwashed throughout the entire day. Maybe my former-father was worried that I would tell Martin the truth.
Truthfully, I did not even consider talking to Martin. Even if he were to believe me, which I seriously doubted, what would be the point? The minute my brother would take my side, my Owner would make him an Attendant and he could then rent his two former sons as an incredible sex-duo for all the pervs in Ohio.
I could not see any way out.
The next day, the comment about loosening up my asshole became very concrete. I was presented with various tools to stretch and train my anus. As all the fucked-up shit that happened thus far, it was surreal at first but soon, it would become the new normal.
On the kitchen counter, my Owner had disposed two butt plugs, one little pink one and a bigger silver one, as well as three dildos, the first one looked like a normal size dick but the second one was at least 10 inches and the third one, a black one, was so big, so unrealistic, that it was impossible it would ever enter in my ass. It looked more like a gigantic arm than a dick.
I thought that the sale of those kind of toys were forbidden, apparently, I was wrong.
My brother looked at the counter but did not make any comment. What the hell could he be thinking?
“Attendant, I must say I was very embarrassed when you begged me to penetrate your asshole and you could not even take my dick properly the other night.”
“I apologize Owner…”
“My son and I thought you could use some trainings in case we might need to use your anus again.”
“Of course, Owner.”
“We thought it would be better if, from now on, you would wear a buttplug whenever you are in the house. You desperately need to stretch that anus of yours.”
I was always in the house. He wanted me to have a plug up my ass 24/7.
“Owner… I… I don’t know if I can.”
“I don’t think you really have a choice in the matter. This is for your own good, your ass will soon welcome a number of the most prestigious dicks in the country, the most influential men, so it better be ready. And come on, we all know you like that. Martin, would you help me insert the little pink one to start?”
I arched myself and opened my asshole to facilitate the job of my brother. He tried to push the plug in but damn my tight ass, it just would not take it. Martin was not pushing hard enough.
“See, this is exactly why it needs the training! This is simply ridiculous. A fag ass which cannot open properly!”
My Owner took things into his own hands, spat in my asshole and forced the buttplug in. My ass was still sore from the fucking I had received a couple days before but I took it without flinching. I came to learn that any resistance only led to more pain.
From this point and moving forwards, I was wearing my buttplug at all time except for the rare moments I would leave the house to go out to the stores. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, my former-father would come to check if my ass was duly filled up. If it were not the case, I would be woken up by electric shocks through my collar. Needless to say, I never slept more than 2 or 3 hours a night, now associating sleep with the risk of getting shocked.
Something else was getting me worried; I had not seen Nathan in the grocery store for a while and most of the Attendants I would run into, had ball gags in their mouths. It was the new trend. Naturally, the main point of this accessory was to prevent the Attendants from talking to each other. It sadly worked very well.
Sometimes, I would run into Juliet and once, maybe two weeks after my Owner had started to “train my ass”, I finally dared talking to her. It was the day where the posters of my face had been plastered all around the city and even if I had not seen it yet, I knew a 30 seconds film was broadcasted on TV several times a day.
“Juliet.” I whispered. My heart racing in my chest.
She had learnt to be discreet since the first time I had run into her in the exact same store. I could barely see her beautiful lips moving but I heard her. A calm and beautiful voice.
“Peter. I was hoping you would talk to me.”
We did not have much time; I had to go straight to the point.
“Do you know where Nathan is? Is he still alive?”
“He is. He has been assigned to another house. General Thompson’s house.”
A stone fell in my stomach.
“I don’t understand.” I said. “I know Thompson. He already has an Attendant, his former son.”
“I guess he is wealthy enough to have two.”
“He’s awful.”
“Ain’t they all?”
“Yes, they are.” I replied matter of factly.
“How are you holding on Peter?”
“My father rapes me.”