The Bonded Servant

THE BONDED SERVANT

Perhaps you don't see it coming or argue with friends that "it can't happen here." But darker things have occurred in history. Freedoms fall away and hatred and bigotries rise. This story, inspired by Thomas Lodge's The Attendant series, brings us to the year 2030 when very religious extremists have taken over the Government, the courts and many states. America is becoming like many other countries in the world where being gay is a sin and even a crime.

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Fall

It was a great time to be a kid born in America in the year 2010. The world felt freer, lots of good things happening. Great video games, the world open to travel, and the old ways faded as things loosened up. Okay, there still was a war on drugs, but around where I lived, it was cool. My name is Benjamin, but everyone called me Benjy. I hated that - I wanted to be Ben. Still, life was good growing up.

When I was 8 years old living in a small Southern town, I became aware of a lot of anger around me. My parents were pretty conservative and complained about how everything was falling apart, kids were out of control with drugs and sex. At dinner they would blast the fact that kids were coming out as gay and parading around half naked, but that was the old generation. For us, all this new freedom was pretty cool.

Soon, gay marriage was the law. Over the next few years, I had friends who were gay and one kid in my school was trans. My parents and their friends loudly hated all these changes, but for us, who cared gay or straight, trans or bi. We smoked some dope, drank beer and partied. Okay, I was as straight as you get, loved tits and would cum hard when I watched some porno girl get het pussy reamed until she screamed out her orgasm. I often wondered about my brother James who seemed less interested, but that was cool as well.

I would look in the mirror at my blue eyes and dirty blond hair, all six feel of me, nice pecs and pretty good abs. Yes, I was a hunk and getting girls came easy. College was a blast. I was on top of the world.

Then, things began to change. It was subtle, but strange. In our state, they started taking "dirty" books off the library shelves. Our Governor promoted "Don't say gay" and the schools conformed. Then the Supreme Court said you could discriminate against gays if that was your religious conviction. My parents and their friends applauded all these changes. All this meant nothing to my friends and me, we were happy go lucky. But by 2028, things turned uglier. The Federal Government was dominated by born-again fanatics and the Supreme Court ruled that America was, in fact, always meant to be a religious, God-fearing nation that must adhere to the Bible.

The rest came swiftly. The Court ruled that states need not accept gay marriage anymore and our state quickly forbid it. Then, sex between men became illegal, just as it had been fifty years before (somehow, women did not count). There were protests which were violently put down. Some fled the state; others went into hiding. More laws were passed that allowed for discrimination in housing, in jobs, in schools. Even young straight people were afraid to protest as they may be accused of homosexuality.

Those states that passed anti-gay legislation were allowed to open clinics to which parents could send gay high school seniors who were 18 to be scared straight before graduation. I heard stories about boys being forced to watch movies and get shocked whenever there was a penis in a gay scene and then artificially stimulated until they orgasmed whenever the movie showed a girl fingering her pussy.

By 2030 it turned even uglier. If the eighteen year old high schooler did not become "straight" before the age of 21, then they could have their rights deprived. They would be returned home as bonded servants under the supervision of their parents who had the right to punish any gay behavior. A new police patrol was created in my state to monitor gays and to provide assistance to parents if their kid became unruly or resisted control.

Of course, since an 18 year old could be stronger than his mom and dad, parents were allowed to carry tasers and use them on their child. Finally, a new law was passed in our state that gays were forced to wear pink triangles in public and have a location transmitter embedded in their arms. If they refused or tried to run away, they could be tracked and arrested. It was a brutal time.

For me, though, I was almost 21 years old and feeling great. In college, I was studying to be a doctor and had a hot girlfriend who loved my eight-inch thick, juicy cock deep in her pussy. I could get her to scream hard and then harder, gripping my dick with her pussy as I pumped my cum into her. Life was very good indeed.

I came home for Thanksgiving with the family. Mom and dad were doing okay, still conservative, Bible thumping as ever, but I just rolled my eyes and kept quiet. My brother James, though, seemed a bit down. He was 18, just finishing high school, and had few friends. His grades had dropped and he looked depressed, even frightened. That night in the room we shared, I asked what was going on. James started to cry and confessed that, just maybe, he is gay and terrified that his parents could find out. I comforted him and promised to keep the secret. But that turned out to be harder than I imagined.

We went out for a ride by the water, enjoying being out of the house. I guess I was my little brother's best friend. I was more the athlete, more outgoing, had a great circle of friends. He was nerdier, playing his video games alone, hanging out in his room. So I was my brother's protecter. No one dared make fun of him when I was around. I had been there for James since he was little.

We came home to find my mother crying hysterically and my father red-faced with anger. "I will not have a filthy faggot in my house. Disgusting, videos of men doing unconscionable things to each other. How dare you bring these into the sanctity of our home, heaping shame on all of us." James looked terrified and, at his age, this could mean being sent away to one of those frightening reprogramming clinics. I was almost 21, so I may get thrown out of the house, but I was safe, so instead I confessed that the video was mine. "Dad, I was just fooling around, stupid stuff. You know I have a great girlfriend and am straight as an arrow." I saw the relief in my brother's face and felt proud that I could protect him once again.

But my father was not relieved. "I already called the police patrol that deals with unrepentant homosexuals. We will see what they have to say." Was my father for real? Would he really turn in his own son?

When the police arrived, they entered with tasers drawn. Even though I knew that they could not bother me at my age, I still felt panic rising. They were scary and threatening. My father pointed his finger at me and called me a filthy faggot who brought sin into our home. "I want him out" he demanded. "Sir," the senior officer replied, "how old is your son?" I could answer for myself and proudly said that I will be 21 in four months and that I was just playing around, had a girlfriend and was straight. The officer turned and slapped me hard on the face. "A faggot has no right to contradict his father or any other man." I was stunned into silence as the officer turned back to my father. "Then sir," the officer again spoke only to my father, ignoring me, "you have the option of making him your bonded servant for the next four months. By law, he must obey the command of everyone in the family. Take advantage of the law and hopefully he will repent his ways before his birthday. You could always discard him after that and let the state take over."

My father glanced at my mom who was still sobbing and she shook her head in approval. My father sighed and agreed, but I did not like the way he looked at me with disgust. The officers grabbed me roughly and pinned the pink triangle on my shirt, reminding me that I must wear it anywhere I go or else I would be arrested. Then I felt a painful pinch in my arm as they injected the locator transmitter. My heart sank and I could feel panic rising. The senior officer went to hand my father a taser gun. My dad looked confused. "It is easy to operate," explained the officer, "you just point and pull the trigger like this." The next thing I knew, I was writhing on the ground in stunned pain, electricity arcing through my body.

My brother looked horrified. My mother's eyes widened, startled from her crying. My father just smiled and looked at me lying on the floor. My heart sank and I began to sob, grabbing my father's leg. "Dad, please don't let them use this anymore. It is torture." My father shook me off of his leg with a look of disgust and then did the unthinkable. He shot me again with the taser as I screamed and begged for him to stop. "Well, sir, I think you have the hang of it, so we will be off," the officer said.

I started crawling to the room I shared with my brother, tears streaming down my face, the pink triangle on my breast, my arm still hurting from the locator transmitter. But my father stopped me with his foot on my back. "That bedroom was for my sons, not my servant. You are nothing but a filthy animal. James, get the old dog cage we have in the garage. He can sleep in the kitchen." My mother looked horrified and James started to complain. "You listen to me James or I will use this taser on you." James slowly turned, went to the garage and came back with the dog cage we used for our old pet before he died. My father signaled me to crawl in. "Dad, you can't be serious. I am your son." He held up the taser threateningly and I knew I was beaten, crawling into the cage, lying there in fetal position. My father turned the lock, took out the key, turned out the lights and told everyone to go to sleep. My mother and brother looked at me with such pity and left the room. I was alone, terrified, and sobbed for what seemed like hours until I finally dozed off. My night was filled with nightmares, terrified for the morning to dawn.