The Attendant (dark dystopia - gay erotic story)

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The entire novel of The Attendant (uncensored version including bonus chapters), other stories, illustrations and behind the scene content, are available on my Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon

THE ATTENDANT

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, as well as incestuous relationships. The story does not, in any way, reflect the views or political opinions of the author.

All characters featured are above 18 years old.

Chapter 1: The Confession (part 1)

When they said that they would go back on gay marriage during their campaigns, no one believed them, or maybe people just did not want to hear them. It was simply unpractical. Were they really about to unmarry hundreds of thousands of couples? And what about their kids?

Sure, homosexuality was listed among the sins which led to the United States’ decline but it was far down the list, featured after the desacralization of God, the numerous failures of the educational system, the destruction of traditional families, abortion, the entertainment industry, porn...

We all knew that World War III was more than just a possibility at that point and the Traditionalist Party was very reassuring on this front, they were supported by high ranked military officials. Basically, everyone was scared since the bombings in Hawaii and the rates of unemployment had left the whole country in shambles.

I am not sure as to why I am trying to explain or excuse the behaviour of my parents and of their peers. I was only 10 years old when Lydia Ganderson was elected President of the United States and she did everything she had promised during her campaign, and more.

Now that I am 21 years old, she is still President and the country is very different from what I have known in my early years.

Of course, gay people can no longer get married and were indeed “unmarried”, but gay people simply do not exist anymore. A lot of things do not exist anymore.

When it started, each new law was welcomed by a new wave of protests, irremediably followed by a new wave of repression. Thinking that people actually marched down the streets to defend gay marriage is almost laughable these days, unconceivable. By the time the laws became so cruel that even the worst of the conservatives would have stood up against them, the right of free expression had been taken away.

The country was battling several wars abroad and we should have considered ourselves so lucky that our brave soldiers prevented the main land from being attacked. This new global war was the one of chemical weapons and despite of everything, the U.S. had been relatively preserved from that. God blessed.

The fit young man that I am should have been fighting the good fight, should have gone overseas, but I was excused from my war obligations due to the role occupied by my step-father in the Government.

My mother had remarried when I was only 5 and my little brother 2, so Stephan was basically my father. At the time, divorce was allowed but later on, my parents had learnt to be discreet about their origin story. To the eyes of everyone we know, Stephan is simply my dad.

I have always seen my parents deeply in love and I know I have been lucky in that regard. They were not very demonstrative with each other but I never saw them fighting or disrespecting one another.

Consequently, and until recently, my situation was pretty fortunate. I was working as a biologist for the state of Ohio, far away from the battlefields and was a prime candidate to a beautiful marriage with one or the other girl, also born in the right family.

Another misfortune accelerated the downfall of the Country and the rise of the Traditionalist Party: a strange disease which only hit women in their forties. In my previous life, this was the main focus of our laboratory’s research.

The disorder began when I was a child but as an adult, it seems to have become worse and worse, now affecting one out of two women. I lost my own mother last year; she was gone in just a few months.

From then on, it was just Stephan, my “dad”, and my baby brother, Martin.

Martin is not such a baby anymore; At 18 years old, he is very smart and is finishing highschool with the best grades of his class. School has changed a lot too, but he has excellent results in every subject: sports, sciences, handling of firearms…

I have always sensed a strong urge to care for my little brother. When he was a child, I had a gut feeling he was different from the rest and that I should protect him. Later on in life, I understood that he was gay. Maybe before he even did himself. I know that my mom knew too but by the time he was a teenager, the laws that prohibited the “propaganda of homosexual and bestial behaviours” were already in place and it is fair to say that coming out was no longer an acceptable thing to do.

I wonder if my step-dad knows. Sometimes I believe so and sometimes I am not so sure.

My instinct to protect my brother only grew stronger as I could see that he was battling a war with himself. At school, at church, even at home through the voice of my step-dad, we were educated on the horrors of homosexual behaviour. It is difficult to explain how and when, but gay people had become the scape goat, the responsible. “Overcoming homosexuality and other deviant behaviours” had become the obsession of the new Government.

I guess it was easier to take actions towards gay people rather than ending wars or curing actual diseases.

My step-dad, despite his rank and discourses at home, was far from being the worst of them. Surely, he was not a gay right activist but he voted against the immediate castration of all male displaying a homosexual behaviour. He had grown up in a very liberal America and even if he will never admit to it, I knew that he had gay friends back then.

The younger people were probably the worst – it was all that they have ever known - and even though we never mentioned it with Martin, I knew he was living in constant fear of being caught staring at other guys, especially at school.

Government officials were very proud to announce that year after year, their fight against homosexual propaganda was working. The numbers were undeniable: less and less people claimed to be gay! Soon, homosexuality would have disappeared completely.

Obviously, when coming out as gay means being stripped off of all your rights, you’d rather keep the info to yourself. However, this was not taken as a factor in the official numbers.

First, there was the law forbidding representation of gay people in any sort of media and entertainment materials. Then, there was the law forbidding gay people to work at places which welcome public: the biggest fear was that the general public would come into contact with a gay man (laws were not more tolerant with gay women) and that “homosexuality would spread”. Soon after, gay people were forbidden to have any sort of job and then, there was this question: what we should do with them?

At that stage, a lot of gay people had fled the country, others had been imprisoned for “propaganda”, others had been killed by militia – which were not formally endorsed by the government -, a few of them had been officially sentenced to death (mainly the activists).

Texas was the first state to consider that gay people should have rights, just not the same rights as humans. See, there were already so much derogations and exceptions for gay people in the Legislation that it had just become simpler to create a whole new set of laws and a new status for them.

The Traditionalist Party was not cruel, they were not about to kill them all. However, the prisons were already full and it appeared that gay behaviour was getting worse when we locked them together in cells.

Also, there was this increasing shortage of women, half of the housewives tended to die in their forties. A lot of adult men found themselves alone in their home. Of course, they could remarry younger women after a period of mourning of one year but still, who would do the house chores? And at this point, there was no longer enough woman for every man.

Just like that, it was decided, Men and Women would cohabit with “Attendants”.

The word Attendant itself had been carefully chosen. “Maid” would be degrading to the actual maids, still working. “Slave” was heavily considered but the liberals would make a whole thing about it, and there was no need to get everyone worked up over a word. “Attendant” was somewhat neutral. It was perfect.

It did change a lot of things. It would mean that a young boy discovering that he is a homosexual, could – if conversation therapies would not work – simply register himself, or rather itself, as an Attendant and abide to the “Attendant Code”.

It made sense, gay men were known to be effeminate, obviously they were not real men, but they were not women either. They were something else. They should serve another purpose in society, especially now that women were dying at a relatively young age.

The new system was apparently a huge success in Texas and the Attendant Code has been recently made enforceable throughout the country. There are some differences between states - I heard that a law had passed in one of the southern states allowing the Owners (and not the “Masters”, again the words were selected carefully) to sentence their own Attendants to death – but overall, the system was harmonized.

The Attendant Code is now the sole book allowed in my room.

My own life took a drastic turn for the worst just a few months ago.

I came home to find my father, well rather step-father, out of himself, pacing around our dining room. I was coming back from a rather unpleasing arranged date with a potential future wife.

“Close the door. We are in trouble.” Stated my dad in a very authoritarian tone.

I love, well I loved my step-father very much, but this tone he could take sometimes always felt scary. I noticed my younger brother, sitting down in a chair in a corner of the room, looking at the floor.

“Sit.” My father said to me.

Nervous, I obliged.

“We are screwed, Peter.” Hearing him employing such a familiar language was more concerning than his attitude so far. He was normally so well put together.

“What’s happening dad? You are worrying me.”

His hands were visibly shaking as he was still pacing around the table, he explained:

“I was informed by a friend of mine that we are about to be inquired. Tomorrow, hell, maybe even tonight, the inspectors will come to our house.”

This was a very bad news. I felt my heart racing.

“What? Why?”

“Are you both so stupid that you do not know that the internet is monitored?” He hissed at my brother and then at my direction. I noticed that Martin was crying but he did not make a sound.

“What’s happening?” I asked again.

“Apparently, someone from this household had logged into a forbidden website.” He took a deep breath. “A homosexual website.”

Fuck. We were indeed screwed. Checking a website with gay content – porn or otherwise - was obviously prohibited by at least a dozen of laws. Internet was still a thing but it was now mostly limited to the Government propaganda websites - YouTube for example was one of the first websites disabled due to the “homosexual propaganda” it contained. But if you were smart enough, you could still have access to the “dark web” which was pretty much the regular web as I had known it as a child.

I did not say a word. I did not look at my brother. He had not been careful enough and now we were in big troubles. What was going to happen to him? Was he about to become an Attendant? Go to prison? Be sentenced to death?

[Chapter 1 continues below]

 

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The entire novel of The Attendant (uncensored version including bonus chapters), other stories, illustrations and behind the scene content, are available on my Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon

THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 1: The Confession (part 2)

“How… Dad, are you sure?”

“Do you think I would joke about that?” My father slammed the table with his fist. He had an impressive stature and I thought the table would break down. “I promised your mother on her death bed I would take care of you both! And you are doing this!”

“Daddy…” Started Martin in his corner, but my father did not pay attention to him.

“There is no way of denying it! My source told me there were multiple connections on several websites. I don’t even know how you… Well, first of all, which one of you is it?” His furious looks were going from one brother to the other.

“It’s not me!” Shouted Martin, crying out and breathing with difficulty. My heart sank seeing my handsome younger brother in this state.

“Dad… There is just no way. Look, we could say that our internet was hacked! Maybe it was a set up. You know this is not true! This cannot be.” I said, not really convinced nor convincing.

“Oh please, Peter! Be serious!”

“Then, we need a plan! We have to figure something out!”

“A plan? I am about to lose my job. One of my own sons accused of homosexuality! Can you imagine the scandal?” Then, with even more terror in his eyes, he said: “They could even think it was me!”

My step-father stopped himself at that thought. He fought back his frustration, took a few deep breaths and tried to speak in a calmer voice.

“Look guys, being a homosexual is not forbidden by the law, per se. Propaganda is forbidden. Indulging in homosexuality is forbidden. But the status of Attendant has been created for this purpose exactly, so there is a place for people like… for people like that in our society. Because of my rank, maybe I could keep you as home. General Thompson did that, his son is now an Attendant at his home.”

“Dad, we should run away!” I suggested. “You, Martin, and me! This country is going to shit anyways!”

“Where? Half of the globe is suffocating! How? I would be tracked down for crime of high treason and be sentenced to death! Is this really what you want?”

I started crying too, seeing my options disappeared.

“Of course not! Of course, this is not what I want!”

“So, which one of you is it?” Asked my father, again.

My brother and I remained silent. It was not me, but I could not say anything. Saying a word would mean my little brother was doomed.

My step-father was not the only one who promised things to my mother. When she got sick, I made a promise too, I would protect my brother at all cost. She said “Martin is way more sensitive than you.” “Sometimes I’m afraid Stephan will be too absent; he will need someone.” “Being a big brother is a very important responsibility.”

She was right.

“I should make dinner.” Said my step-father at some point, walking to the kitchen. The issue we were facing seemed unsolvable.

“Martin”, I walked towards him: “Are you ok?”

“It’s not me. I fucking swear it’s not me! I have never been on forbidden websites, I promise you!”

“I know Martin, I know.”

Martin was now a young adult, he could be a cocky teenager at times, proud of his good grades, his good looks, his rank in the society coming from his (step)father. We were only three years apart but it made all the difference as he did not remember the World as it was before. Sometimes, it made me hate him, seeing how prejudiced he could be. But right there, he was just a terrified kid. My baby brother that I loved so much.

I knew that he had grown in a society which made him hate himself for who he was and I felt obligated to give him the double amount of love to compensate.

“Pete, they must have made a mistake, I don’t know. I cannot go to prison. I cannot become an Attendant; I don’t know how to cook or how to care of a home. They beat them! I know they beat them! They are not allowed to wear clothes! I saw one in the supermarket the other day; he was wearing a collar like a dog and an apron! Just an apron!”

“Calm down Martin, this is going to be ok. Dad is very important where he works. We are going to figure this out!”

Our dad came back in the room a few minutes later. He looked at us hugging suspiciously.

During dinner, none of us managed to eat more than a few bites. At some point, dad broke the ice.

“You know, in these circumstances. A confession is better than anything else. The State is tolerant to those who confess their sins, this is why the Attendance exists.”

Confess their sins. What a joke, half of the men in congress had been caught raping women.

Soon, it was clear that my father would not let go of his idea. His plan was clear, one of us should confess the “crime” and then, he would make sure we could be an Attendant right here, at home. This idea did not sit well with me.

But as my father was speaking, trying to convince us it was the only option, someone knocked at the door.

Or rather, banged at the door.

My dad went to open, three men in suits entered the house, nodding at my father. One of them seemed very unease and stayed behind, he was not older than me. Before him, an older man, with a grey beard and tiny round glasses seemed to be in charge, and beside him, an impressive guy who looked much like my father, except even more muscular, was armed.

“Good evening gentlemen.” Said my father politely.

“Good evening, Stephan.” Replied the older man, extending his hand. He was courteous but seemed very concerned.

The younger guy mumbled: “Good evening, Mr. Clarck.” I think he was working for my father.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Sadly, the circumstances which bring us here are not very favourable Stephan.” The older man marked a pause and looked through the room. “We have detected some rather unusual activities inside of your household.”

“Oh really?” My dad pretended to be surprised. I was on the verge of throwing up.

The younger guy gave the man in charge, Mr. Xavier Richard, a paper.

“We have been aware that your internet connexion was used to log in to various deviant websites. Homosexual websites.”

“What? This is outrageous! Are you absolutely certain? This cannot be!” My father replied, still pretending to be shocked, looking at both my brother and I.

“Absolutely certain. We have all necessary evidence. I am sorry Stephan; you know the law.”

“Of course, I do Xavier. If it were to be true… I…”

I looked at my brother, he was utterly terrified. I thought he was about to faint.

I had only one thing left to do.

“It’s me!” I cried out, standing up. “I… I’m sorry dad… I… it was just a moment of curiosity…”

The beefy man who had remained silent since they arrived addressed me, a disgusted look on his face:

“A moment of curiosity? We have registered no less than 42 connexions.”

Even I, was surprised by this number. I exchanged a brief look with my little brother. He was red and tears were pouring down his face.

“I… I am sorry!” I said again.

“Peter?” The disappointment I could read in the eyes of my father was even worse. “How could you?” He seemed so genuinely ashamed of me although other emotions seemed to go through his mind. Fear? Anger?

Mr. Richard readjusted his glasses on his nose and held an empathetic hand on my father’s shoulder.

“Well… This, hum, condition, remains a mystery. How could we have thought that a fit strong man like that one would endorse in such… distorted activities?”

I felt tears sliding down my cheeks without being able to stop them.

“You know the protocol, Stephan; we have to take him.”

“NO!” Shouted my brother who grabbed my arm.

“Martin, silence!” Barked my father. “Xavier, please excuse my youngest son. This comes as quite a shock for all of us.”

“This is not an easy situation.”

My brother did not stop though.

“Where do you want to take him? This is not right!”

“That’s ok Martin. This is going to be ok.” I mumbled; despite the terror I was feeling.

The scene lasted no more than a few minutes. Once I had confessed, there was no much more checking or questioning to be done. I was not allowed to take any belongings with me, I followed the three men in a van and I was brought to a sort of a police station, leaving my little brother devastated behind me.

There, I just nodded to everything they were saying.

Yes, I was a homosexual. Yes, I had consulted prohibited websites. If I tried to refute at this point, there would be a trial and I could be sentenced to death. My whole family would be in trouble, not mentioning that I would have to accuse my own brother.

To accept my condition of Attendant, I only had a few papers to sign, confirming that from now on, all my rights, but most importantly, all my duties would be listed in the Attendant Code.

Castration was not mandatory in the state of Ohio and there was no evidence that I had engaged in any actual homosexual activity, my record showed on the contrary that I had tried to fight against it, and even engaged with girls. When I could no longer resist my urges and committed the crime of consulting forbidden websites, I had admitted to my behaviour and accepted my condition. The judge should be merciful.

Of course, I would still lose my job and all of my belongings. This was the main thing of the Attendant status, you were no longer a human, but a possession from the Household in which you were an Attendant. But I should avoid prison… and death.

Because I could not own any possession, my clothes were taken away from me. I was ordered to strip down by Mr. Richard only a few minutes after I had signed the Attendant papers.

I had a great body due to the efforts I was putting in trainings almost daily – I knew what girls like and my step dad always made sure my brother and I would be well-built - but still, my biceps and my six pack abs did not prevent me from feeling ashamed, standing in my underwear in the middle of a cold empty room.

“You were asked to strip down.” It was the buff guy talking, he seemed to accompany Mr. Richard wherever he went. His right hand was almost constantly touching the gun in his belt, that man was legitimately scary.

Reluctantly, I removed my underwear, revealing my uncut penis to the two inspectors. My dick was shrunken by the stress and the cool temperature of the room but still, I had always been quite hung. Even in these circumstances, it was still at least 4 inches long.

Mr. Richard readjusted his glasses several times on his nose, he seemed fascinated by my dick. Maybe he should confess his sins as well, I thought.

I felt even more uncomfortable and put my hands in front of my genitals. The other guy grinned.

“No need to be embarrassed. That’s the good thing about being an Attendant, you don’t need to bother with such human feelings as dignity or pride!”

He came at me and roughly pushed my arms aside. I had no choice but to expose my dick.

Between the moment my father had confronted us and the moment I was standing in this room, only a couple hours had passed. It all happened so fast that I had not registered that my whole life was actually about to change. I had not realized that legally, I was no longer a human being.

“Come on, you should be more enthusiastic, now, you can be fully yourself, fag!”

“Cooper.” Said Mr. Richard in a tone of reproach. Fag was not an acceptable word.

The guy took a step back but spoke again:

“We still need to pass him through inspection.”

“You’re right but I’ll take care of this one, give me the gloves.”

The next few minutes were the most embarrassing moments of my life, yet, as the two so-called inspectors ordered me to bend over and to spread my ass-cheeks. My asshole had never been that exposed.

“Arff… that one is hairy!” Said Cooper.

“Cough.” Ordered Mr. Richard at my attention.

What did they think I was hiding in my ass while they arrested me, having dinner with my family? Still, I obliged. I spread my asshole and coughed. I knew I needed to behave. I did not want things to get worse than they already were. Especially before my trial.

They did not stop there though, a few minutes later, Mr. Richard was inserting a finger, and then two in my virgin anus. I had never been penetrated before. It hurt like hell. I fought back the tears.

“Yes, he is very hairy indeed. I need to go deeper; I can’t see anything with these black hair! Spread this ass boy! Wider!”

I did. I tried to spread wide with my hands. I felt violated.

Mr. Richard, the old pervert was maybe worse than Cooper as he was visibly very excited by the process. He did not just like to mock me. He truly enjoyed himself. He pushed his fingers so deep that I moaned a couple of times and I then hated myself for it.

While he was fingering me, they both talked about how weird it was when fags turned out to be hairy and masculine boys. “Those are the worst”, commented Cooper, “because they hide their deviance well! The effeminate ones, you can catch them early, but those ones…”

Finally, after long minutes, it stopped.

“Bring him to his cell Cooper. He is clean.” Despite this assessment, I felt dirtier than I ever felt in my life but no shower was proposed.

During the (naked) trip to my cell, Cooper, without his supervisor had lost any inhibition.

“With a body like yours, I’m sure your Masters, I mean… your Owners will have a lot of fun with you!” He pinched my nipple.

“Back off” I pushed him aside, he took his baton and gun out.

“Bad idea fag! Don’t make me report you. Now, keep walking.”

I turned around and he slapped my ass, not with his baton, just with his bare hand. That made him giggle. Fucking bastard. He groped me a couple more times during our walk.

I had to pass through an entire office where others inspectors were working, I was still stark naked. Some people were grinning at me, others seemed disgusted, a couple of them whistled. “Fresh meat!”. Every time I put my hands in front of my dick, Cooper would push them aside to make sure I would fully expose myself. I hated him so much.

Finally, I reached my solitary cell where I would spend the night on a mattress on the floor, without any covers to warm me up.

The next day, there would be a hearing where it would be decided of my fate.

I thought about my little brother Martin.

Better me than him, I thought.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

 

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The entire novel of The Attendant (uncensored version including bonus chapters), other stories, illustrations and behind the scene content, are available on my Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon

THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 1: The Confession (part 2)

“How… Dad, are you sure?”

“Do you think I would joke about that?” My father slammed the table with his fist. He had an impressive stature and I thought the table would break down. “I promised your mother on her death bed I would take care of you both! And you are doing this!”

“Daddy…” Started Martin in his corner, but my father did not pay attention to him.

“There is no way of denying it! My source told me there were multiple connections on several websites. I don’t even know how you… Well, first of all, which one of you is it?” His furious looks were going from one brother to the other.

“It’s not me!” Shouted Martin, crying out and breathing with difficulty. My heart sank seeing my handsome younger brother in this state.

“Dad… There is just no way. Look, we could say that our internet was hacked! Maybe it was a set up. You know this is not true! This cannot be.” I said, not really convinced nor convincing.

“Oh please, Peter! Be serious!”

“Then, we need a plan! We have to figure something out!”

“A plan? I am about to lose my job. One of my own sons accused of homosexuality! Can you imagine the scandal?” Then, with even more terror in his eyes, he said: “They could even think it was me!”

My step-father stopped himself at that thought. He fought back his frustration, took a few deep breaths and tried to speak in a calmer voice.

“Look guys, being a homosexual is not forbidden by the law, per se. Propaganda is forbidden. Indulging in homosexuality is forbidden. But the status of Attendant has been created for this purpose exactly, so there is a place for people like… for people like that in our society. Because of my rank, maybe I could keep you as home. General Thompson did that, his son is now an Attendant at his home.”

“Dad, we should run away!” I suggested. “You, Martin, and me! This country is going to shit anyways!”

“Where? Half of the globe is suffocating! How? I would be tracked down for crime of high treason and be sentenced to death! Is this really what you want?”

I started crying too, seeing my options disappeared.

“Of course not! Of course, this is not what I want!”

“So, which one of you is it?” Asked my father, again.

My brother and I remained silent. It was not me, but I could not say anything. Saying a word would mean my little brother was doomed.

My step-father was not the only one who promised things to my mother. When she got sick, I made a promise too, I would protect my brother at all cost. She said “Martin is way more sensitive than you.” “Sometimes I’m afraid Stephan will be too absent; he will need someone.” “Being a big brother is a very important responsibility.”

She was right.

“I should make dinner.” Said my step-father at some point, walking to the kitchen. The issue we were facing seemed unsolvable.

“Martin”, I walked towards him: “Are you ok?”

“It’s not me. I fucking swear it’s not me! I have never been on forbidden websites, I promise you!”

“I know Martin, I know.”

Martin was now a young adult, he could be a cocky teenager at times, proud of his good grades, his good looks, his rank in the society coming from his (step)father. We were only three years apart but it made all the difference as he did not remember the World as it was before. Sometimes, it made me hate him, seeing how prejudiced he could be. But right there, he was just a terrified kid. My baby brother that I loved so much.

I knew that he had grown in a society which made him hate himself for who he was and I felt obligated to give him the double amount of love to compensate.

“Pete, they must have made a mistake, I don’t know. I cannot go to prison. I cannot become an Attendant; I don’t know how to cook or how to care of a home. They beat them! I know they beat them! They are not allowed to wear clothes! I saw one in the supermarket the other day; he was wearing a collar like a dog and an apron! Just an apron!”

“Calm down Martin, this is going to be ok. Dad is very important where he works. We are going to figure this out!”

Our dad came back in the room a few minutes later. He looked at us hugging suspiciously.

During dinner, none of us managed to eat more than a few bites. At some point, dad broke the ice.

“You know, in these circumstances. A confession is better than anything else. The State is tolerant to those who confess their sins, this is why the Attendance exists.”

Confess their sins. What a joke, half of the men in congress had been caught raping women.

Soon, it was clear that my father would not let go of his idea. His plan was clear, one of us should confess the “crime” and then, he would make sure we could be an Attendant right here, at home. This idea did not sit well with me.

But as my father was speaking, trying to convince us it was the only option, someone knocked at the door.

Or rather, banged at the door.

My dad went to open, three men in suits entered the house, nodding at my father. One of them seemed very unease and stayed behind, he was not older than me. Before him, an older man, with a grey beard and tiny round glasses seemed to be in charge, and beside him, an impressive guy who looked much like my father, except even more muscular, was armed.

“Good evening gentlemen.” Said my father politely.

“Good evening, Stephan.” Replied the older man, extending his hand. He was courteous but seemed very concerned.

The younger guy mumbled: “Good evening, Mr. Clarck.” I think he was working for my father.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Sadly, the circumstances which bring us here are not very favourable Stephan.” The older man marked a pause and looked through the room. “We have detected some rather unusual activities inside of your household.”

“Oh really?” My dad pretended to be surprised. I was on the verge of throwing up.

The younger guy gave the man in charge, Mr. Xavier Richard, a paper.

“We have been aware that your internet connexion was used to log in to various deviant websites. Homosexual websites.”

“What? This is outrageous! Are you absolutely certain? This cannot be!” My father replied, still pretending to be shocked, looking at both my brother and I.

“Absolutely certain. We have all necessary evidence. I am sorry Stephan; you know the law.”

“Of course, I do Xavier. If it were to be true… I…”

I looked at my brother, he was utterly terrified. I thought he was about to faint.

I had only one thing left to do.

“It’s me!” I cried out, standing up. “I… I’m sorry dad… I… it was just a moment of curiosity…”

The beefy man who had remained silent since they arrived addressed me, a disgusted look on his face:

“A moment of curiosity? We have registered no less than 42 connexions.”

Even I, was surprised by this number. I exchanged a brief look with my little brother. He was red and tears were pouring down his face.

“I… I am sorry!” I said again.

“Peter?” The disappointment I could read in the eyes of my father was even worse. “How could you?” He seemed so genuinely ashamed of me although other emotions seemed to go through his mind. Fear? Anger?

Mr. Richard readjusted his glasses on his nose and held an empathetic hand on my father’s shoulder.

“Well… This, hum, condition, remains a mystery. How could we have thought that a fit strong man like that one would endorse in such… distorted activities?”

I felt tears sliding down my cheeks without being able to stop them.

“You know the protocol, Stephan; we have to take him.”

“NO!” Shouted my brother who grabbed my arm.

“Martin, silence!” Barked my father. “Xavier, please excuse my youngest son. This comes as quite a shock for all of us.”

“This is not an easy situation.”

My brother did not stop though.

“Where do you want to take him? This is not right!”

“That’s ok Martin. This is going to be ok.” I mumbled; despite the terror I was feeling.

The scene lasted no more than a few minutes. Once I had confessed, there was no much more checking or questioning to be done. I was not allowed to take any belongings with me, I followed the three men in a van and I was brought to a sort of a police station, leaving my little brother devastated behind me.

There, I just nodded to everything they were saying.

Yes, I was a homosexual. Yes, I had consulted prohibited websites. If I tried to refute at this point, there would be a trial and I could be sentenced to death. My whole family would be in trouble, not mentioning that I would have to accuse my own brother.

To accept my condition of Attendant, I only had a few papers to sign, confirming that from now on, all my rights, but most importantly, all my duties would be listed in the Attendant Code.

Castration was not mandatory in the state of Ohio and there was no evidence that I had engaged in any actual homosexual activity, my record showed on the contrary that I had tried to fight against it, and even engaged with girls. When I could no longer resist my urges and committed the crime of consulting forbidden websites, I had admitted to my behaviour and accepted my condition. The judge should be merciful.

Of course, I would still lose my job and all of my belongings. This was the main thing of the Attendant status, you were no longer a human, but a possession from the Household in which you were an Attendant. But I should avoid prison… and death.

Because I could not own any possession, my clothes were taken away from me. I was ordered to strip down by Mr. Richard only a few minutes after I had signed the Attendant papers.

I had a great body due to the efforts I was putting in trainings almost daily – I knew what girls like and my step dad always made sure my brother and I would be well-built - but still, my biceps and my six pack abs did not prevent me from feeling ashamed, standing in my underwear in the middle of a cold empty room.

“You were asked to strip down.” It was the buff guy talking, he seemed to accompany Mr. Richard wherever he went. His right hand was almost constantly touching the gun in his belt, that man was legitimately scary.

Reluctantly, I removed my underwear, revealing my uncut penis to the two inspectors. My dick was shrunken by the stress and the cool temperature of the room but still, I had always been quite hung. Even in these circumstances, it was still at least 4 inches long.

Mr. Richard readjusted his glasses several times on his nose, he seemed fascinated by my dick. Maybe he should confess his sins as well, I thought.

I felt even more uncomfortable and put my hands in front of my genitals. The other guy grinned.

“No need to be embarrassed. That’s the good thing about being an Attendant, you don’t need to bother with such human feelings as dignity or pride!”

He came at me and roughly pushed my arms aside. I had no choice but to expose my dick.

Between the moment my father had confronted us and the moment I was standing in this room, only a couple hours had passed. It all happened so fast that I had not registered that my whole life was actually about to change. I had not realized that legally, I was no longer a human being.

“Come on, you should be more enthusiastic, now, you can be fully yourself, fag!”

“Cooper.” Said Mr. Richard in a tone of reproach. Fag was not an acceptable word.

The guy took a step back but spoke again:

“We still need to pass him through inspection.”

“You’re right but I’ll take care of this one, give me the gloves.”

The next few minutes were the most embarrassing moments of my life, yet, as the two so-called inspectors ordered me to bend over and to spread my ass-cheeks. My asshole had never been that exposed.

“Arff… that one is hairy!” Said Cooper.

“Cough.” Ordered Mr. Richard at my attention.

What did they think I was hiding in my ass while they arrested me, having dinner with my family? Still, I obliged. I spread my asshole and coughed. I knew I needed to behave. I did not want things to get worse than they already were. Especially before my trial.

They did not stop there though, a few minutes later, Mr. Richard was inserting a finger, and then two in my virgin anus. I had never been penetrated before. It hurt like hell. I fought back the tears.

“Yes, he is very hairy indeed. I need to go deeper; I can’t see anything with these black hair! Spread this ass boy! Wider!”

I did. I tried to spread wide with my hands. I felt violated.

Mr. Richard, the old pervert was maybe worse than Cooper as he was visibly very excited by the process. He did not just like to mock me. He truly enjoyed himself. He pushed his fingers so deep that I moaned a couple of times and I then hated myself for it.

While he was fingering me, they both talked about how weird it was when fags turned out to be hairy and masculine boys. “Those are the worst”, commented Cooper, “because they hide their deviance well! The effeminate ones, you can catch them early, but those ones…”

Finally, after long minutes, it stopped.

“Bring him to his cell Cooper. He is clean.” Despite this assessment, I felt dirtier than I ever felt in my life but no shower was proposed.

During the (naked) trip to my cell, Cooper, without his supervisor had lost any inhibition.

“With a body like yours, I’m sure your Masters, I mean… your Owners will have a lot of fun with you!” He pinched my nipple.

“Back off” I pushed him aside, he took his baton and gun out.

“Bad idea fag! Don’t make me report you. Now, keep walking.”

I turned around and he slapped my ass, not with his baton, just with his bare hand. That made him giggle. Fucking bastard. He groped me a couple more times during our walk.

I had to pass through an entire office where others inspectors were working, I was still stark naked. Some people were grinning at me, others seemed disgusted, a couple of them whistled. “Fresh meat!”. Every time I put my hands in front of my dick, Cooper would push them aside to make sure I would fully expose myself. I hated him so much.

Finally, I reached my solitary cell where I would spend the night on a mattress on the floor, without any covers to warm me up.

The next day, there would be a hearing where it would be decided of my fate.

I thought about my little brother Martin.

Better me than him, I thought.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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THE ATTENDANT

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, as well as incestuous relationships. The story does not, in any way, reflect the views or political opinions of the author.

All characters featured are above 18 years old.

Chapter 2: The Attendant Code (Part 1)

The hearing was brief and expeditive.

I had been given a sort of a miniature apron, which covered my genitals and which had additional fabric on the back to also cover my butt crack, most of it anyway. I had seen the same model on Attendants walking down my street before.

I stood there with five other men wearing the same revealing grey uniform, waiting for their verdicts as well. My bare feet were cold against the floor tiles.

The men were of all ages but I noticed they were all in pretty good shape. Thinking of which, I had never seen an Attendant who was not fit. It is as if they were eliminating the overweight or skinny ones.

Were they?

I had hoped to see my dad or my brother in the Court room but neither of them showed up.

One of the accused men denied his crime, another one confessed that he was gay but refused his Attendant condition. They were both sentenced to life in prison. It may have been ok if the Judge had not specified that they would be sent to Hawaii to execute their sentence. This revelation got one of the two to break down.

The poor guy tried to change his mind, begging them, crawling on the floor, barely naked: “I’m sorry, ok, ok, I will do it, I will do that Attendant stuff! Please!”. Too little, too late. He would take the first plane direction Hawaii where nothing was left except for chemical wastes. Some people had to clean those. Cons, especially gay ones, were the perfect candidates for the job.

I remained mostly silent during my hearing, only confirming the report made by the inspectors the day before. The female judge made me think of President Ganderson, she looked strict and unbothered.

In a matter of minutes, I was designated as a prime “Attendance” candidate and was sent to the Attendance Formation Centre of West Ohio where I would spend a few weeks before being assigned to a household.

“Wait. I thought I could go back to my home?” I pleaded, trying to hide the panic in my voice.

“You realize that you do no longer have a home Attendant.” Replied the Judge, frowning severely at me.

“No… I… I know. It’s not mine, but I meant my parents’ home, well my dad’s home.”

“No household has been attributed to you yet. The matter is still in discussion. It may depend on your conduct in the Formation Centre. I can only advise you to behave.”

And just like that, it was done.

Thirty minutes later, I was in a van with two fellow Attendants. A guy younger than me, who had just celebrated his 18th birthday, blond with blue eyes, he looked like an angel. I heard that his name was Nathan during the trial. And a man who looked older, maybe in his forties and could easily have been a bodybuilder. His apron merely covered anything of his huge body.

On most of us, this uniform looked ridiculous, on him, it was just obscene. His hairy ass was merely covered at all, his pubic hair were forming a thick black bush above the strap of his apron. The young Nathan kept looking at my neighbour’s crotch.

For a society which despises lewd behaviour and any form of pornography, they did have come up with a pretty salacious way to present their servants. And that was just in public, who knew what was happening inside of the homes where the Attendants were assigned? I got chills at that thought.

The Attendance Formation Centre of West Ohio was run by a woman, numerous positions of powers were actually occupied by women. However, we would never get to see her, the training was mostly provided by military men who were too old or too injured to go back on the battlefields.

And what a training that was!

From the moment I entered the place, I understood I will have to fight against the brainwashing to come. Soon enough, it had become clear that we were put there only to accept our new status of slave. Even if the use of the word “slave” was strictly forbidden.

We were assembled in a large highschool gymnasium. About 40 Attendants were following the so-called training. Failure to pass the various tests would lead to a one-way ticket to prison or to death, if there were any difference between the two.

The first test consisted of having all of us stripped naked. What a surprise, I thought. The very intimidating Commander Hudson was running the session: “Drop the apron and drop your dignity as well, you won’t need any of that inhere Attendants!”.

Stark naked, I had the confirmation that the guy next to me in the van was well endowed beyond his bush. I could not help but to look, just a natural reflex. I was not the only one checking my neighbours though, half of the guys around me were developing a hard-on.

How could they get excited in a moment like this? I first wondered. Then I realized that for the first time in my life, I was surrounded by gay guys. Their homosexuality was actually the sole reason they were there. Being straight, I was the exception. How would I have reacted if I had been put in a gymnasium surrounded by 40 hot naked girls?

I am fucking glad that my dick did not get hard back there. The guys who got too excited had to face harsh consequences, starting by Commander Hudson’s taser. The angelic Nathan fell on the floor when he received the electric choc in his abs. It was rough. Inhuman.

But again, according to the law, we were no longer considered as “human”.

Although we were constantly reminded that this was “for our own good”, that we “have made the right choice,” that our new role in society had been “perfectly thought and suited for our condition”, I need to write this here: THIS IS PURE BULLSHIT.

I have to write it down because I know that I will need this reminder from now on.

This was NOT my choice.

This is NOT for my own good.

No human should be treated like this, and yes, I am still a fucking human being.

I AM STILL A MAN.

We lost two guys during this first introduction at the gym. A relatively old man rebelled as soon as we entered the gymnasium. He was taken away by two guards, we never saw him again.

Another one literally jerked off, lurking at the guys surrounding him, claiming he was “proud to be a homosexual perv” while he was going back and forth on his circumcised dick. He was tased a few seconds after he cummed a huge amount of semen on one of the guards’ pants, he was taken away too.

Multiple guys, including Nathan, who got too excited by the views of the other men in the nude had a strange device put on their penises. I had never seen one before, it was a chastity cage. Their dicks were put in small cages to prevent any future erection, the keys to unlock the cages were kept by the guards. What a fucking hell! But it could get worse. Some guy who was coming from Virginia had already been chemically castrated.

“You do attract quite a few looks pretty boy.” Commander Hudson walked towards me.

I did not respond. He pulled out my chin so I had to look right at him. He had a devilish smile and started to touch my dick and balls with his left hand, the taser in his right hand.

“That dick is quite long, are you sure this is not a semi you got going on?”

“No.”

He slapped me. I almost fell under the shock.

“When you address a Man, you shall use the word Sir, or Owner if he is your rightful Owner.”

I swallowed heavily. It took every fibre of my being not to snap back at him.

“I apologize, Sir.”

“Do you feel a hard-on coming now?” He felt me up even more, literally jerking off my flaccid cock. Despite the fact that I was disgusted by the act, the male body remains sensitive to touch. I did start to feel my dick twitching under his fingers.

“Sir, no. I… I just have a long penis, that’s all.”

He bursted out laughing. I was shaking. His laugh was even worse than his threats.

“I guess fags, sorry, I meant, Attendants, come in all forms, shapes, and sizes these days!”

Very proud of himself, Commander Hudson finally let go of my cock and slapped my ass before tormenting the guy I had nicknamed “the bodybuilder” next to me. Again, the guard took his damn time inspecting his cock. I must admit this was quite an eye-full, my companion in misfortune was bigger than me, in every way.

At several occasions, I caught Commander Hudson and the other guards groping the Attendants or getting overly excited to punish them, but most of the time, they seemed to refrain themselves, often looking at the cameras fixed upon the ceiling.

At first, I thought they could not go too far because they feared to be suspected of homosexuality themselves. However, that was not it. You see, I found out later in my training that because the Attendants are no longer considered as Men, sex between a Man and an Attendant is not actually prohibited by the law.

In some of the most conservative states, fucking your Attendant is even encouraged! It is a common part of their mission as the household’s servants.

A real Man needs some release from time to time. His wife may be tired, she could also be ill, or even worse and very likely in this day and age, she could be dead. Porn is forbidden because it is too deviant. Obviously, a man cannot sleep with another man, this would be acting on homosexuality and in the most severe cases, punishable by death. What option does that left a righteous man? Fucking the Attendant just makes sense, what’s the harm in that? “It” is yours after all, and an Attendant is probably the furthest thing from being a man.

As ridiculous as it may sound, this logic had actually become the official law, well stated in the Attendant Code.

If the guards of the Centre showed some restraints, it was mainly because the system was still fairly new in Ohio and people like my step-father had pushed to avoid, or at least, decrease at a minimum, the level of cruelty. This was also part of the reason why, even if women were often absent from politic matters, the few of them who made it had been awarded the very top management positions.

Women were supposed to ensure that the implementation of the policies would remain “human”, or in my case, because I was no longer legally human, would reflect the principles of the Attendant Code with a form of dignity. At least, that was President Ganderson’s theory.

Soon, I would know the Attendant Code by heart. Numerous lessons were spent repeating, learning and painfully experiencing each article of the Code.

The rights of the Attendant were the easiest to learn, they are only a few all assembled in the short Section 1 of the Code.

Section 1: The Attendant’s rights.

Article 1: The Owner shall make sure his Attendant is fed regularly so it can maintain a sufficient physical shape.

Article 2: The Owner must provide a mattress and allow the Attendant to sleep five hours a day.

Article 3: The Owner must make sure his Attendant is clean when out in public.

Article 4: Although different as Men and Women, the Attendant shall be considered as a being, therefore, outside of the authorized punishments (see section 12), the Owner shall not be overly cruel with his Attendant.

That was the entire first section of the Code. The rest of the book, hundreds of articles, listed the duties of the Attendant or describes his, well “its”, lack of rights.

Article 5: The Attendant cannot own or possess anything.

Article 19: The Attendant shall always address to a Man as “Sir”, and to a Woman as “Madam”.

Article 20: The Attendant shall address to his Owner as “Owner”.

Article 64: The Attendant shall not be allowed to speak unless expressly authorized to do so.

Article 132: The Owner shall be responsible for making sure his Attendant comply with the Code, the Attendant may be punished by its Owner (or other authorized Sirs, see section 19) if it misbehaves.

Article 133: The severity of the Attendant’s punishment shall reflect the misbehaviour for which it is being punished for.

Article 234: The Attendant shall accept any order it is given by its Owner first and then, by any other Men, and then by any other Women, unless such command directly and certainly will lead to its death.

Article 339: In public, the Attendant shall wear the proper Attendant uniform decreed by the State it resides in.

Article 340: In private, the Attendant may wear clothes chosen by its Owner, but under any circumstances, the Attendant should consider these clothes as its own (see Article 5).

Article 457: The Attendant may be taken from its Owner in the event of breach of the Code.

Article 489: The Attendant may be sold by its Owner to another household. The new Owner shall then take on the duties expressed in the Code.

Article 558: A breach of the present Code may lead to sentences taken by the State, including death.

If you ask for my opinion, the Code is just a great amount of bullshit. How could this sustain more than just a few months? This is simply too insane! Loot at my situation, they did not even check whether I was actually gay or not!

By the end of the first day, we had lost two more companions. One of them shouted this was pure slavery, that he would rather die than having someone own him. This was a serious offense as the Traditionalist Party was very clear on the fact that the “Attendant status” had nothing to do with slavery. The other one kept on questioning the rules of the Code and was deemed unfit to pursue.

I could not believe what I was hearing, the ridiculous orders which were given to me, what I was made to say when I was allowed to speak, but I had to behave. I needed to survive those couple of weeks, then I could go back home with my brother and father. This thought was my light in the end of a very dark tunnel.

[Chapter 2 continues below]

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 2: The Attendant Code (part 2)

The first night was very rough. We slept in dorms with bunk beds. Each dorm could welcome 10 Attendants.

I noticed the cameras on the ceiling but maybe some of my comrades did not, or maybe they just did not care. In the middle of the night, a guy roughly my age joined the bed of the hung “bodybuilder”. They were in the bottom bunk bed right next to mine.

They started kissing passionately and then, they touched each other. Both of them had escaped the chastity cage during the day and they were fully hard, caressing each other’s bodies.

Because there was no cover, I could see everything from my own bunk bed. I was sort of fascinated. I had never witnessed gay sex before. It was such a forbidden act. How ironic that I would witness it for the first time in a re-education centre!

After a very intense blowjob, full of saliva – none of my girlfriend ever blew me like that - the guy my age sat on the huge dick of the “bodybuilder” and took it deep in the ass. While being fucked, he kissed his lover again, full mouth. He then looked at me. The monster cock was impressive, it must have hurt so bad, but all I could see was consuming pleasure on his face.

I looked away.

The whole dorm was whispering as the two continued to have sex. The guy taking the dick moaned quite loudly at time. I was so scared for them, but at the same time, I was in awe they would dare to perform such a rebellious act.

I saw another guy jerking off watching them. The angelic blond guy, Nathan, was looking at them in envy but he was wearing his chastity cage since the incident in the gymnasium.

We were all naked. I assume that most of the guys in there barely never had any opportunity to have sex, or even, to be surrounded by openly gay guys. It made so much sense that they would slip up. Again, it shows how fucked up the entire system was.

It lasted roughly ten minutes of passionate sex before a guard entered the room and tased them both. The younger guy passed out on the floor immediately. In the agitation, the bodybuilder started to fight back, and he surely could fight! My comrades seemed uncertain of what to do.

I almost jumped out of my bed to help him out but then, other guards came in and one of them shot my van companion.

Right there. A bullet straight through his head! I never even learnt his name.

His immense body and still stiffed dick collapsed heavily on his bunk bed.

The younger guy was still on the floor beneath him. I was afraid he was dead too.

I heard some people screaming but mostly everyone looked away. The guy who was jerking off a few seconds before turned around to hide his penis. I remained silent.

I would have begged for a cover to hide under, to feel some sort of protection. But I was there, in the nude, exposed, staring at a crazy amount of blood dripping on the floor.

They did not come for the body. Obviously, I could not sleep that night. This was what they wanted. They needed to make sure we would know the consequences of rebelling. I learnt my lesson.

I cannot detail here all the abuse that we endured during our time at the Centre, only that at least 5 of my comrades ended up dead (2 of them killed themselves), and 10 others were sent away.

For hours and hours, we, the remaining Attendants, would learn not to sit at the table for dinner, to kneel down before our Owner and every other Man, to stay quiet no matter what would be thrown - sometimes quite literally - at us. We were educated in basic tasks, cooking, cleaning, always keeping the head down.

The attitude was more important than the rest. At all time, we shall appear submissive and willing. Our chores would mostly depend on the household we would be assigned to but the general idea was quite clear: remain discreet, show immense respect and complete submission for your Owner, obey every order.

I was shaved on the fourth day after a class on the Attendant’s appearance. This task was conducted by one of the guards whom I learnt to hate the most. A ginger guy, the youngest of the soldiers there, named Captain Philips. I could keep my dark hair on my head (some owners find it distributing to have bald Attendants) but my pubic area and ass needed to be shaved.

The least I can say is that Captain Philips was not cautious or gentle. He cut me off several times and I was terrified for my genitals.

When it was time to shave my asshole, he felt necessary to finger me with shaving cream, to make sure he got every hair out of my anus. The fucking bastard. I could tell he was enjoying it, it made it even worse.

I got a rare moment alone for the first time after that, in a shower stall. Sure, there was no door, but there was no camera hanging from the ceiling either.

I am a bit ashamed to say what I used this private time for. For days, I had been suppressing erections, I was scared even of my morning woods, not wanting to give them any reason to put me on a chastity cage, or worse.

So there, I jerked off my freshly shaven dick, thinking of the beautiful woman I was supposed to go on a date with, the fateful night where my life had gone to shit.

I knew Captain Philips was not very far, I knew it was risky but I needed a release so bad that I did not even care. I got hard very quickly and masturbated furiously. This was also a question of survival, I needed to blow off some steam to avoid unwanted and spontaneous erections in the future.

The cold water stopped running – I had no control over it, the guards were the ones turning the water on and off - and I cummed all over the wall before me. I had not cummed this much in years, if I ever did.

But then, I realized how foolish I had been. I could not turn the water on to wash out the mess I had made, and shower time was done, the guard was about to pick me up. He would surely notice the white thick cum dripping profusienly from the wall.

I panicked and started to collect the cum with my fingers, trying to make it disappear but then, I figured that the safest bet was just to eat it. This was also a brand-new experience for me. I started to lick my fingers off, not caring about the taste and in my hurry, I went on to lick the cum directly from the wall. I did the right thing though, a few seconds later, Captain Philips was coming at me to take me to my next “class”.

The evidence of my crime had been swallowed. He did not notice anything. For the first time, I had cum in my stomach.

The shaving time occurred a couple more times and each time, I jerked off and ate my own semen. Each time Captain Philips fingered my ass roughly. It went further everytime and by the end, I really thought he was about to tear my ass up.

The whole experience at the Centre was hell. The only enjoyable moments – or at least bearable moments - were the time when we would get to train.

Being fit was apparently mandatory for a good Attendant and twice a day (one hour in the morning and one hour and a half in the afternoon), we would either swim, run, do push ups or use the equipment of the gymnasium. If we were not good enough, we would get beaten up.

In another humiliating scene during the first session of training, I had been asked by Commander Hudson to flex in front of the other guys. Apparently, my body was the goal to reach and an example to follow for the rest of the Attendants. In another life, in other circumstances, I could have been proud of myself. But not there, not like this.

Commander Hudson asked me to join him on a platform and asked Captain Philips to take my measurements. A voice in my head told me this was a set up and that the both of them had planned the whole thing beforehand.

“Flex those biceps Attendant. Show us the goods.”

Being naked was not enough, I had to flaunt my body in every position, flexing and posing.

“Now the thighs!”

“I think you should also measure that penis Captain Philips!”

“But this is not a muscle we can work on!” I argued, stupidly.

I should not have. Philips gave me a hard hit with his baton on my abs. “Shut the fuck up Attendant!” I surrendered.

“Thank you, Captain Philips. Please, write down the measurements, it will be useful for our data.”

The guy touched my dick and took his damn time to measure it. Again, I had to fight to stay flaccid while Captain Philips was literally caressing me. It lasted way longer that it should have.

“5.1 inches, flaccid”. He announced with a large smile.

Fucking perv I thought.

But we were not done. In front of a crowd of gay guys - who were trying their best not to get aroused - Commander Hudson was asking lewder and lewder poses from me. In the end, I had to bend over to show off my glutes, and then spread my cheeks wide to expose my asshole to everyone.

I cannot tell if this show was for Hudson and Philips’ own entertainment or if they hoped that one of the guys watching me and still not in a chastity cage would get an erection, but either way, I had to think of my brother Martin very hard not to jump at their throats and punch them both right there.

“A fine specimen, any household would be happy to have you Attendant!” Concluded Commander Hudson, feeling up my pecs with his gross hands. I could see he was hard under his military pants.

The status of fittest guy of the group did come with one privilege. I was authorized to help the other guys to work out and to give them some advice. Therefore, I could exchange a very few words with Nathan from time to time. We could not say much apart from whispering: “hold on”, “this is messed up”, “those guys are insane” between two sets of push-ups but this was still something. At some point, Nathan told me “Philips is gayer than me, fuck that guy!” and I even cracked a smile. It had not happened in days.

Despite my efforts to be the perfect Attendant, I received a few corrections myself. They would avoid punches or things that left marks, but an electric shock would only leave a very small scar on your body.

Once, it was because I had thrown up the meal they had served, always the same, potatoes with some undistinguishable meat. To be fair, I had just seen a video where they showed us a live castration. However, I should have been able to control my guts they said.

One other time, I got tased when I responded to a provocation of Commander Hudson. He said something about my mother probably dying due to the fact that she could not handle having a fag as a son, and I lost it. Again, me pushing back only made things worse and I peed myself while getting tased.

“See, this is why Attendants are not allowed to wear clothes, they are just so filthy!” Laughed Captain Philips before spitting on my face. I did not get to was myself for long hours.

Overall, I was one of those who were doing the best in there. Maybe because I am not gay, the constant rants about the horrors of homosexuality did not affect me as much as it did for the others. Mostly, I think, it was because I was doing this for my younger brother and I knew I needed to stay strong, for his sake.

The day before I left, a married couple came to the gymnasium. We were asked to present in our grey aprons. I quickly understood that the family had come shopping. They inspected all of us to pick the best product in the aisle.

They had a file with some basic information about us, I guess the data about the size of my penis was in there. After the death of my van companion, I was the “biggest” man in the Centre.

Quickly, the couple asked us to get rid of the aprons. The woman spent a long time looking at my dick, but her husband was not too fond of me.

They ended up picking Nathan, the wife had already showed quite an interest in his chastity cage and the man had asked him to lick his shoes. I was praying not to end up in a sick family like this one.

This experience and losing Nathan constituted another hit to my moral but thankfully, later that day, I was told the best news I had heard in weeks.

“Attendant, you have been assigned to the Clarck Residence.”

“That’s home!” I said to Commander Hudson, not able to hide my excitement. He frowned at me.

“Maybe we should reconsider? This is not your home Attendant; this is the home of the Clarck’s family. There, you will serve as Attendant for Mister Stephan Clarck, your official Owner, and Mister Martin Clarck, his son.”

“Of course, Sir. I will make sure to accomplish my duties as Attendant in full accordance with our values and with the Code.”

I could not believe it. My step-dad had actually managed to get me back!

I was certain my hell was coming to an end.

If only I knew it was just beginning.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

 

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Damn this is really interesting
Waiting for next....

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 2: The Attendant Code (part 2)

The first night was very rough. We slept in dorms with bunk beds. Each dorm could welcome 10 Attendants.

I noticed the cameras on the ceiling but maybe some of my comrades did not, or maybe they just did not care. In the middle of the night, a guy roughly my age joined the bed of the hung “bodybuilder”. They were in the bottom bunk bed right next to mine.

They started kissing passionately and then, they touched each other. Both of them had escaped the chastity cage during the day and they were fully hard, caressing each other’s bodies.

Because there was no cover, I could see everything from my own bunk bed. I was sort of fascinated. I had never witnessed gay sex before. It was such a forbidden act. How ironic that I would witness it for the first time in a re-education centre!

After a very intense blowjob, full of saliva – none of my girlfriend ever blew me like that - the guy my age sat on the huge dick of the “bodybuilder” and took it deep in the ass. While being fucked, he kissed his lover again, full mouth. He then looked at me. The monster cock was impressive, it must have hurt so bad, but all I could see was consuming pleasure on his face.

I looked away.

The whole dorm was whispering as the two continued to have sex. The guy taking the dick moaned quite loudly at time. I was so scared for them, but at the same time, I was in awe they would dare to perform such a rebellious act.

I saw another guy jerking off watching them. The angelic blond guy, Nathan, was looking at them in envy but he was wearing his chastity cage since the incident in the gymnasium.

We were all naked. I assume that most of the guys in there barely never had any opportunity to have sex, or even, to be surrounded by openly gay guys. It made so much sense that they would slip up. Again, it shows how fucked up the entire system was.

It lasted roughly ten minutes of passionate sex before a guard entered the room and tased them both. The younger guy passed out on the floor immediately. In the agitation, the bodybuilder started to fight back, and he surely could fight! My comrades seemed uncertain of what to do.

I almost jumped out of my bed to help him out but then, other guards came in and one of them shot my van companion.

Right there. A bullet straight through his head! I never even learnt his name.

His immense body and still stiffed dick collapsed heavily on his bunk bed.

The younger guy was still on the floor beneath him. I was afraid he was dead too.

I heard some people screaming but mostly everyone looked away. The guy who was jerking off a few seconds before turned around to hide his penis. I remained silent.

I would have begged for a cover to hide under, to feel some sort of protection. But I was there, in the nude, exposed, staring at a crazy amount of blood dripping on the floor.

They did not come for the body. Obviously, I could not sleep that night. This was what they wanted. They needed to make sure we would know the consequences of rebelling. I learnt my lesson.

I cannot detail here all the abuse that we endured during our time at the Centre, only that at least 5 of my comrades ended up dead (2 of them killed themselves), and 10 others were sent away.

For hours and hours, we, the remaining Attendants, would learn not to sit at the table for dinner, to kneel down before our Owner and every other Man, to stay quiet no matter what would be thrown - sometimes quite literally - at us. We were educated in basic tasks, cooking, cleaning, always keeping the head down.

The attitude was more important than the rest. At all time, we shall appear submissive and willing. Our chores would mostly depend on the household we would be assigned to but the general idea was quite clear: remain discreet, show immense respect and complete submission for your Owner, obey every order.

I was shaved on the fourth day after a class on the Attendant’s appearance. This task was conducted by one of the guards whom I learnt to hate the most. A ginger guy, the youngest of the soldiers there, named Captain Philips. I could keep my dark hair on my head (some owners find it distributing to have bald Attendants) but my pubic area and ass needed to be shaved.

The least I can say is that Captain Philips was not cautious or gentle. He cut me off several times and I was terrified for my genitals.

When it was time to shave my asshole, he felt necessary to finger me with shaving cream, to make sure he got every hair out of my anus. The fucking bastard. I could tell he was enjoying it, it made it even worse.

I got a rare moment alone for the first time after that, in a shower stall. Sure, there was no door, but there was no camera hanging from the ceiling either.

I am a bit ashamed to say what I used this private time for. For days, I had been suppressing erections, I was scared even of my morning woods, not wanting to give them any reason to put me on a chastity cage, or worse.

So there, I jerked off my freshly shaven dick, thinking of the beautiful woman I was supposed to go on a date with, the fateful night where my life had gone to shit.

I knew Captain Philips was not very far, I knew it was risky but I needed a release so bad that I did not even care. I got hard very quickly and masturbated furiously. This was also a question of survival, I needed to blow off some steam to avoid unwanted and spontaneous erections in the future.

The cold water stopped running – I had no control over it, the guards were the ones turning the water on and off - and I cummed all over the wall before me. I had not cummed this much in years, if I ever did.

But then, I realized how foolish I had been. I could not turn the water on to wash out the mess I had made, and shower time was done, the guard was about to pick me up. He would surely notice the white thick cum dripping profusienly from the wall.

I panicked and started to collect the cum with my fingers, trying to make it disappear but then, I figured that the safest bet was just to eat it. This was also a brand-new experience for me. I started to lick my fingers off, not caring about the taste and in my hurry, I went on to lick the cum directly from the wall. I did the right thing though, a few seconds later, Captain Philips was coming at me to take me to my next “class”.

The evidence of my crime had been swallowed. He did not notice anything. For the first time, I had cum in my stomach.

The shaving time occurred a couple more times and each time, I jerked off and ate my own semen. Each time Captain Philips fingered my ass roughly. It went further everytime and by the end, I really thought he was about to tear my ass up.

The whole experience at the Centre was hell. The only enjoyable moments – or at least bearable moments - were the time when we would get to train.

Being fit was apparently mandatory for a good Attendant and twice a day (one hour in the morning and one hour and a half in the afternoon), we would either swim, run, do push ups or use the equipment of the gymnasium. If we were not good enough, we would get beaten up.

In another humiliating scene during the first session of training, I had been asked by Commander Hudson to flex in front of the other guys. Apparently, my body was the goal to reach and an example to follow for the rest of the Attendants. In another life, in other circumstances, I could have been proud of myself. But not there, not like this.

Commander Hudson asked me to join him on a platform and asked Captain Philips to take my measurements. A voice in my head told me this was a set up and that the both of them had planned the whole thing beforehand.

“Flex those biceps Attendant. Show us the goods.”

Being naked was not enough, I had to flaunt my body in every position, flexing and posing.

“Now the thighs!”

“I think you should also measure that penis Captain Philips!”

“But this is not a muscle we can work on!” I argued, stupidly.

I should not have. Philips gave me a hard hit with his baton on my abs. “Shut the fuck up Attendant!” I surrendered.

“Thank you, Captain Philips. Please, write down the measurements, it will be useful for our data.”

The guy touched my dick and took his damn time to measure it. Again, I had to fight to stay flaccid while Captain Philips was literally caressing me. It lasted way longer that it should have.

“5.1 inches, flaccid”. He announced with a large smile.

Fucking perv I thought.

But we were not done. In front of a crowd of gay guys - who were trying their best not to get aroused - Commander Hudson was asking lewder and lewder poses from me. In the end, I had to bend over to show off my glutes, and then spread my cheeks wide to expose my asshole to everyone.

I cannot tell if this show was for Hudson and Philips’ own entertainment or if they hoped that one of the guys watching me and still not in a chastity cage would get an erection, but either way, I had to think of my brother Martin very hard not to jump at their throats and punch them both right there.

“A fine specimen, any household would be happy to have you Attendant!” Concluded Commander Hudson, feeling up my pecs with his gross hands. I could see he was hard under his military pants.

The status of fittest guy of the group did come with one privilege. I was authorized to help the other guys to work out and to give them some advice. Therefore, I could exchange a very few words with Nathan from time to time. We could not say much apart from whispering: “hold on”, “this is messed up”, “those guys are insane” between two sets of push-ups but this was still something. At some point, Nathan told me “Philips is gayer than me, fuck that guy!” and I even cracked a smile. It had not happened in days.

Despite my efforts to be the perfect Attendant, I received a few corrections myself. They would avoid punches or things that left marks, but an electric shock would only leave a very small scar on your body.

Once, it was because I had thrown up the meal they had served, always the same, potatoes with some undistinguishable meat. To be fair, I had just seen a video where they showed us a live castration. However, I should have been able to control my guts they said.

One other time, I got tased when I responded to a provocation of Commander Hudson. He said something about my mother probably dying due to the fact that she could not handle having a fag as a son, and I lost it. Again, me pushing back only made things worse and I peed myself while getting tased.

“See, this is why Attendants are not allowed to wear clothes, they are just so filthy!” Laughed Captain Philips before spitting on my face. I did not get to was myself for long hours.

Overall, I was one of those who were doing the best in there. Maybe because I am not gay, the constant rants about the horrors of homosexuality did not affect me as much as it did for the others. Mostly, I think, it was because I was doing this for my younger brother and I knew I needed to stay strong, for his sake.

The day before I left, a married couple came to the gymnasium. We were asked to present in our grey aprons. I quickly understood that the family had come shopping. They inspected all of us to pick the best product in the aisle.

They had a file with some basic information about us, I guess the data about the size of my penis was in there. After the death of my van companion, I was the “biggest” man in the Centre.

Quickly, the couple asked us to get rid of the aprons. The woman spent a long time looking at my dick, but her husband was not too fond of me.

They ended up picking Nathan, the wife had already showed quite an interest in his chastity cage and the man had asked him to lick his shoes. I was praying not to end up in a sick family like this one.

This experience and losing Nathan constituted another hit to my moral but thankfully, later that day, I was told the best news I had heard in weeks.

“Attendant, you have been assigned to the Clarck Residence.”

“That’s home!” I said to Commander Hudson, not able to hide my excitement. He frowned at me.

“Maybe we should reconsider? This is not your home Attendant; this is the home of the Clarck’s family. There, you will serve as Attendant for Mister Stephan Clarck, your official Owner, and Mister Martin Clarck, his son.”

“Of course, Sir. I will make sure to accomplish my duties as Attendant in full accordance with our values and with the Code.”

I could not believe it. My step-dad had actually managed to get me back!

I was certain my hell was coming to an end.

If only I knew it was just beginning.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

I suspect his step dad set him up so he could be an attendant. His mum died and the step dad didn’t remarry. The fact he’s in a high position at his job you’re telling me he couldn’t make the those allegations go away of course he could he just didn’t want. Ohh my god unless it was him that was looking at the gay websites and blamed it on the boys because Martin did say he didn’t do it. This is too good lol

 

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THE ATTENDANT

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, as well as incestuous relationships. The story does not, in any way, reflect the views or political opinions of the author.

All characters featured are above 18 years old.

Chapter 3: The adjustment (Part 1)

After 17 days of torment, finally, I had been authorized to leave the Attendance Formation Centre and go back home to my step-dad and my brother.

I knew that this evolution would be very difficult too: I would not be authorized to work, to have a girlfriend, to have a life of my own. I would be forced to stay inside the house most of the time and could only go out merely naked, with a stupid grey apron on. But at least, I would be out of this hell of a training Centre surrounded by sadistic guards. Most importantly, I could be with my dad and brother again.

In my position, this was the best outcome I could hope for.

The atrocious new system could not realistically be in place for very long and surely, the Attendant status would crumble soon. Until then, I just needed to keep my head down.

I had already planned to tell my father all about the barbaric things which happened since I had been taken away, to me, but mostly to others, the ones who had been castrated, beaten, electrocuted, shot, or taken who knows where. My dad would surely be able to do something to stop this madness.

I got out of the van in my grey apron, my step-father came out on the doorstep. He was suited up and was wearing his military insignia on his broad shoulders. I had to fight back my tears, seeing him again.

I almost ran to hug him but something in me stopped me from doing so. I was supposed to be his Attendant now, not his son. I knew that Captain Philips, the vile guard who brought me here, would be quick to escort me somewhere else, in a way less favourable home, if I were to misbehave.

I almost said “dad” but I corrected myself.

“Owner”, I said, kneeling down in front of my step-father. For a split second, that seemed to be a shock to him as well.

“Attendant” He nodded. “Welcome to the household you will serve for now on.”

“Thank you, Owner." I said, continuing the act.

My step-dad went to discuss with Captain Philips and the chauffer while I remained on my knees on the ground, before our door step. I noticed my brother peeping out from the window. He seemed very concerned at first, then, his gaze moved slightly below my face and chest. I realized that in this position, my dick was slipping out of the apron, I readjusted it. I looked back at the window but my 18 years old brother was no longer to be seen.

My step-father talked for a few minutes with my tormentor. I could not hear them but to my despair, I heard them laughing together at several occasions.

After they had vigorously shaken hands, my step-father walked towards me and said in a firm and cold tone:

“Attendant, you may enter the house now.”

I stood up and went to reach for the doorknob but then my step-father barked, relentless:

“No need to get up!”

He had his hand firmly pressed against the back of my neck. I was stunt.

I had gotten used to the guards talking to me like this, but hearing this from my own dad, that was something else. It was embarrassing enough to be in that stupid apron in my front lawn where my neighbours could see me - they sure were watching, probably fascinated to see the Clarck’s eldest son returning as one of those “Attendants” everyone was talking about, - but being publicly corrected by my father, prohibited to get up. That hit something deep in me.

I obliged though. Captain Philips was watching the whole scene, laid back against the hood of the van. I reached for the doorknob on all fours and then painfully entered the house.

My dad followed.

“Thank you again for your service Gentlemen.” He said to the chauffeur and Captain Phillips. Yes, thank them for abusing and torturing your own son, that’s right, I thought.

Then, he shut the door.

I was still shaken up by what had just happened when my brother came to the entrance, he was hesitant at first but after a few seconds, he ran to hug me. He got on his knees too so he could take me in his arms. It was the first amicable, friendly, lovely touch I had felt in weeks and I immediately started crying, not even bothered that my brother was touching my naked body. I smelt him… Family!

“Peter… Oh God…” He murmured, looking at me, at my apron, touching my body.

“Cut it off both of you!” uttered my dad. Again, with this tone, so aggressive, so cold.

“Dad….” I said, looking at him, puzzled. I had just come back from hell; he could not be so harsh with me.

“Martin, back off, go to the living room! Do you want us all to get arrested?”

“But dad, look at Peter!” Protested my brother.

“Shut up Martin, their car has not even passed the driveway yet!”

This concern was reassuring in a way. My father only wanted to keep up the appearances. He knew – and I knew as well – that any misconduct might drive me, and maybe them too, straight to prison, or worse.

“Go Martin. Dad is right.” I told my younger brother.

Both of them went to talk in the living room, I could only catch part of what they were saying while I was waiting, still on my knees, in the entrance. Our dad seemed furious.

“We talked about this Martin! (…) He’s been here for less than a minute and you already forget everything we spoke about (…) Nobody is happy with that (…) We must do what is expected of us (…) You heard General Thompson last week…”

Finally, they both came back, my brother standing a foot behind my dad, frightened to look at me. I tried to speak:

“Dad, this was insane back there, I…”

He cut me off again:

“Peter, we need to talk.”

“Yes, we do.”

“Please, come to the living room.”

Just a “please” was all that I had wanted for the past couple of weeks. Someone talking to me as if I were not a piece of garbage. It was still a command though, but it was polite, as if I were authorized to say no. Was I? I wondered.

I finally stood up, made it to the living room and I hesitantly sat down on one of the armchairs while my dad and brother sat on the couch. At the Centre, we learnt that we would not be authorized to sit on the sofas or other comfortable sittings. Most likely, we would stand, be on our knees, or sit on the floor beside our Owner.

“This is going to be an adjustment.” Explained my father, but this time, it was my turn to cut him off. Did he not realize the extent of what I had endured?

“An adjustment? Dad! This is… The things they do, the things they say! It’s not an adjustment, it’s inhumane!”

My step father put his head on his hands and sighed heavily.

“Peter… This is the World we’re living in. You thought you could do what you did, in my own house, and it would come without consequences?”

I looked at my brother, almost wanting him to confess that he was the one watching gay porn. This was so unfair! Then I corrected my own thought: he or I, the whole thing was unjustified and wrong anyway.

“So, you agree with them? With what they do?”

“What I think does not matter.”

“It does! For me, it does! This Attendant Code, this bullshit, you think it’s right?”

“Fuck Pete! Don’t even think of lecturing me on the Attendant Code or on your condition!” My dad was fuming now.

“If you still have rights, if you are still alive, if you still have a roof above your head, it’s only thanks to me! I was the one pushing for article 4 you know? The Attendant should be considered as a being. That was me! I was the one pushing to avoid cruelty! And I was the one putting my own reputation, my own life on the line, to welcome you back in my home! You have no idea of what I had to sacrifice to get you back here!”

I remained silent. I had never seen him that angry. He continued:

“You know Pete, some have it worse than you! Way worse!”

“Don’t you think I know that dad? I saw them shoot someone, right before my eyes! They beat us!”

My voice broke as Martin intervened.

“Guys, please don’t fight…”

“Fine Peter, if you saw the atrocities that they were capable of in the formation Centre, I assume that I don’t have to explain to you the risks we are taking?”

“No… You don’t.” I replied, looking at my dirty bare feet.

“As I was saying, this is going to be an adjustment. But we have to make it work, if we don’t, your condition will get far worse than it is, you might be sent to Prison, to clean chemical waste, or maybe worse than that, to another household where I can promise you, you would not get the chance to argue about your status. I could get condemned too, making sure that my Attendant follows the Attendant Code is my responsibility as your Owner. Just letting you speak to me that way could get me sent to prison!”

I had not really considered that.

Since my expeditive trial, all I thought about was to come back home, but that was not that simple. By being in anyway cordiale to me, my father and my brother were actually breaking the law. How sick was that?

“You mean you want us to follow the Attendant Code?” I said after a while, with great fear in my voice.

“No, of course not. As far as I am concerned, you are still my son.”

The relief was immense but short lived.

“However, we are under great surveillance. Not everyone is too happy that the man responsible for the laxest regulations – I am already considered as an ally for the homosexuals by my peers – has been authorized to welcome his own fag son back to his home. They will try to get us! The guard who brought you here just invited himself home for dinner tomorrow night.”

I felt a lump in my throat. The twisted Captain Philips.

“Ok then, we will have to act the part in public, as we did when I arrived.” I was already sort of expecting that but actually suggesting, it was still difficult.

“Act the part and more than that! Martin, I’m talking to you too. We cannot slip up, not once. We must always be prepared, anticipate everything. Someone could come to the house right now and if we were caught having this discussion, that would be it, we would all be done! For starters, we should accustom ourselves to use the appropriate denominations to address one another or we will, for sure, slip up.”

“I shall call you Owner then?” I asked my step-father, not wanting to believe it.

“And you should call your brother, Sir.”

“Dad, are you sure? Are you sure that we have to?” Asked Martin. He was more collected now. The initial shock had passed.

“For fuck’s sake! Can you both be a bit more mature? Yes, I am sure Martin.”

In this discourse, I did not sense much consideration from my dad regarding what I had personally gone through. Neither that I felt consideration for the fact that if we were to act those sick parts, my own role would be far worse than his. But ultimately, my step father was right and we were all smart enough to know that.

“I think we should do it, Sir.” I bluntly said to my little brother.

He nodded but did not say a word.

“Let me show you your room Attendant, well the room I will let you sleep in.”

Article 5 of the Code: The Attendant cannot own or possess anything.

My dad could only let me occupy a room but this would no longer be “my own room”. One important lesson we learnt back in the Centre is to forget about the word: “my”. When you do not own or have anything, there is no longer any sense in using “my” or “mine”. When a fellow Attendant at the Centre objected that there were still occasions which could come up, such as “I hurt my leg”, the military instructor responded: “Your leg belongs to your Owner idiot” and tased him for good measures.

“Thank you, Owner.” I replied to my father while climbing up the stairs.

[Chapter 3 continues below]

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 3: The adjustment (Part 2)

We went upstairs and I entered the room which had once been my bedroom. It was now entirely empty except for a mattress on the floor and a wooden desk (without a chair) on which the Attendant Code was placed.

“Now Peter, err, sorry, Attendant. I think the most crucial time will be the first few weeks. We will have a lot of eyes onto us and we will need to be extremely cautious. I took Captain Philips suggestion and I think I will invite more people for dinner tomorrow. The more people we can convince from the start, the easier it will get on the long run. So, until tomorrow night, I think we should all practice, act as if we were fully implementing the rules of the Attendant Code. Commander Hudson told me you were one of the best applicants during training.”

Finally, he was showing some sort of recognition. I felt weirdly proud of myself.

“I did my best to make sure I could come back here… Owner.”

My dad smiled faintly. I tried to smile as well but I physically could not do it.

“It’s lunch time, I think you should start your chores by preparing us a meal Attendant.”

“Of course, Owner. May I take a shower first?” I dared asking.

My brother seemed still very unsettled by the way My father and I were adressing each other. I had been in the Centre for the past 17 days and my dad was visibly very aware of the Attendant condition, consequently, for us, the roles we should be playing were pretty clear but it was all new for Martin.

“I’ll allow it, Attendant. But do not permit yourself such request when we are not alone. As a general rule, do not permit yourself any request at all when we are not alone. And Martin, know that our commands to the Attendant should be way more… let’s say, direct and firm, when we are in public. To the eyes of the law, the Attendant is no longer my son and no longer your brother, it is merely our servant.”

My brother gasped. Maybe because of the use of the “it” pronoun. I got somewhat accustomed to this objectivation in the Centre.

“Martin, you should give the Attendant an order so you can practice.”

“I… I don’t know what to ask him, I mean, to ask it.”

“Let’s start easy. Tell it to go get a shower.”

Martin looked at me. At least, he seemed to hate this as much as I did. All I wanted to do was to scream. All I wanted to do was to shake my dad’s head and remind him that I was still the same Peter, the one he was sharing family times with, just three weeks prior.

Instead, I said to my younger brother:

“Go ahead, Sir. Give me your command.”

“Attendant, go take a shower, now.” This felt so wrong.

“Of course, Sir”. I replied politely.

I thought I could never get used to that. Sadly, I would.

I went to the bathroom but before I entered, I asked: “Dad… uh… sorry, Owner, what should I wear after shower?” I could not wait to get out of this awful apron and finally wear clothes again.

“General Thompson told me his Attendant is always in the nude at home so it does not get any wrong idea about owning anything. I think we should do the same, especially tomorrow night when the guests will be here…”

“But dad…”

“Attendant!” My father hissed, impatient.

“But Owner, I… I thought I would be allowed to wear normal clothes around the house. This is authorized by the Code!”

My father sighed again. He looked at my brother, nodded at him.

Martin looked at me and spoke:

“Attendant, you are now forbidden to wear any piece of clothing inside this house.”

From all the abuse I had encountered in the past weeks, this sentence, pronounced by my little brother, whom I was protecting all of this time, was the worst of all. I was so disturbed; I felt paralyzed.

My father probably noticed the look on my face.

“Attendant, this is only so we get used to it before the dinner tomorrow, we will reconsider afterwards.”

In the corridor, between what used to be my bedroom and the bathroom, in a moment where everything switched, I took my apron off in front of my dad and my brother.

They had never seen me entirely naked; we would always have at least our boxers or a towel on around the house. They both seemed in shock, seeing me exposing my dick with no modesty. This was what I wanted, for them to realize what they were making me do.

My brother’s eyes were glued to my flaccid penis, hanging between my legs. And I was the gay one? How could my step father not see that?

“No chastity cage”. My father noted casually. He bit his lips. I did not respond.

I turned around and made my way into the bathroom.

“Attendant, do not close the door. Same goes with the bedroom. This is a common rule among Attendants, they do not have any personal space.”

I was aware of that; it was the subject of one of the lessons at the Centre.

“Of course, Owner.”

I should have felt better than the day before. I was back in my house, I was in my bathroom, I did not risk to be beaten up by a guard. Although, what had just happened, the reality of my condition, even in my home which was no longer “my own”, it hit me badly. I was more unsettled than I could explain, being forced to call my brother Sir and to obey to his every command.

I remained in the shower a long time, trying to wash myself from my shame and my indignity. I had not had a warm shower in weeks, at least, resting under the hot water felt good.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my brother looking at me from the doorframe. How long had he been there, staring at my naked body?

“Dad was worried… I mean, your Owner asked me to check if you were ok?”

Again, Martin had troubles keeping his eyes above my dick.

I turned off the water.

“I am ok. Sir.” I insisted on the “Sir”, adding some defiance in my tone. This was not on purpose; I just could not help myself.

“Dad is not here; we can cut the bullcrap.” My brother said, releasing myself from a heavy weight. I smiled at him.

“Thanks, little bro… But….” I stepped out of the shower; it was so weird being naked while he was dressed. “Dad… I mean Owner, is right you know. They are ruthless. The tiny reason we would give them, I would be sent away…”

“Those bastards. It was so scary when you were gone. Dad was never home; I really do think he moved mountains to get you here. He seemed under so much stress. I was afraid I would sever see you again.”

“I know Martin.”

“Did they do that to you?” He pointed out to a few bruises I had on my lower abs, maybe that’s where he was looking at, all this time. Scars from Captain Philips' taser.

“Yeah… But I’m here now. I’m safe. We just need to be careful.”

“Yes, we will. We have to.”

“Look, we keep the charade going, at least for the next few days and then we will take the time to really talk about it and figure this shit out. We just need to get those inspectors out of our backs first.”

“I guess…”

“Sir, may I use a towel to dry myself?”

“Of course! I mean… Yes, Attendant, you can use a towel.” He looked gloomy at me.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I will wait for you downstairs.”

Feeling very weird wandering around the house in the nude, I went down to the kitchen. My brother had relaxed a bit but my dad seemed very tense, still.

“Attendant. We have been waiting for 30 minutes. I should have never allowed you that shower in the first place. If only I knew you would act so spoiled!”

Again, that hurt.

I thought to myself, this is only an act, you just have to play your part.

“I sincerely apologize Owner. I wanted to be presentable for my first day at your service.”

Did he note the hint of irony? I was not sure.

“Ok then, Attendant, go ahead, cook us something to eat.”

He went to sit at the dining table with my brother. I burnt my dick while cooking a steak. Shit, I would have to get used to cook naked.

I brought their hot meals to my father and brother and asked if I could eat my own lunch, I had prepared an extra steak for me but had not touched it yet. My father authorized me to eat back in the kitchen while the two of them ate together.

The rest of the day was surreal as I accomplished various tasks.

There would be a cook for the dinner the next day, it was too important and I was too likely to mess it up, but I would have to take care of any other needs of the guests and my father trained me on receiving various kind of requests. It was also important that my brother learnt to address me like the under-man I now was.

I obeyed to every command of my younger brother: “Attendant, give me the tv remote.” “Attendant, I want an ice tea, now.” “Attendant, tell me a joke.”

I ran around the house, doing my best so that Martin would understand that he was indeed my superior. It was crucial to get him into the role if we wanted to make it through dinner the next day.

At some point, I wondered if my little brother did not take some pleasure in ordering his older brother around. But I had to fight back this thought, this would not get me anywhere.

But the worst came later that night, when my step-father asked:

“Massage my feet, Attendant.”

My brother was in his room, doing his homework.

“Owner… Really?”

“Attendant, this is very likely you will receive similar demands tomorrow night. Crawl down to me and massage my feet.”

I looked at him, begging him with my eyes but he stayed still, laid back in his armchair.

“Attendant, do not contradict my orders, do not make me punish you!”

I should have refused. I should have said no. I should have put my limit right there. Maybe I would be better off now. But I obeyed. I got on all fours, naked, and I crawled towards my step-father. He looked down at me, I could not read him but I assumed he felt disgusted seeing me like this. Why did he not stop me?

“Take my shoes off, Attendant”.

Everything seemed so unreal, it was like someone else was untying his size 12 black leather shoes. I looked at him in the eyes, sounding him. I wanted a sign, confirming this was all play pretend. But he was committed to his part. I took off his right shoe, then his left shoe. He was wearing black socks. I started massaging his feet over them.

“Come on Attendant, take the socks off!”

I did. They stinked. I revealed my dad’s huge and quite hairy feet. And then, as ordered, I started pressuring them. Even with a girlfriend, I had never done that. I kneaded his toes, his sole. Was it just an idea or was my father's bulge actually getting bigger? It lasted for long minutes until he said a word that would change everything.

“Lick.”

I felt goosebumps behind my neck. No. He could not have asked that.

‘Dad?”

He slapped me. For the first time in my life, my step-father slapped me.

“Attendant, you need to be prepared for tomorrow. This might happen! Lick my feet.”

I was so shocked. I was scared too, for that night, for the dinner the next day, for the rest of my life. My step-father had laid his hand on me.

He pressed his left foot against my cheek. This was sickening. I stuck my tongue out and eventually went towards his sole. It was filthy, I licked him gently, shily, I went over his toes, slowly, I was wetting his whole foot. Was he getting some sort pleasure out of this?

I got angry while licking him. At some point, I took his big toe in my mouth and started to suck it like a maniac. I spat on his toes and took them all in my mouth. I do not know what I was trying to prove but he wanted me to lick his feet, I would lick them good!

Surprised by the intensity with which I was going for it, my step-father put his foot aside, now dripping with spit.

“Didn’t you like that Owner?” I asked, this time not hiding my sarcasm as saliva was drooling on my chin.

“I did not allow you to speak, Attendant!”

I was not broken to the point of accepting this humiliation. Not yet.

“You think Mom would be ok with that?” I said, defying him.

He slapped me for the second time. A very violent slap that time, right across my face. I almost fell.

“How dare you say that?” He shouted.

Bringing my mom into this was too much, he was shaking with anger and frustration.

“GO! GO AWAY!”

I ran away up the stairs only to find my brother hiding there – he had been watching us the whole time – I ran past him and hurried into my room. Well, what used to be my room. I closed the door. I was no authorized to but I did it anyway.

I lied on the mattress and I cried.

There was no way out. Either we would pull this off and I would have to become my own father and brother’s slave, or we would not and I would be sent to be tortured in another home or in prison. I knew that the latter was the worst option but I did not think I could make it. I could not become a slave in my own home.

I started to resent Martin too, lurking at me while I was on all fours, naked, licking our dad’s feet. But again, I chased those thoughts: this was not his fault; it was the system’s fault. It was all fucked up. At least, I was preserving him from being in this position. Better me than him!

Martin opened the door as I was tearing up.

“Sorry Peter”, he whispered, “I think it will be best if dad sees that you kept your door opened.”

“You’re right Martin.” I replied, wiping out my tears.

My brother and father had dinner downstairs but they did not call me in.

Just before I drifted into sleep, exhausted, my step-father passed in front of my room and said a few words. He was speaking more softly now but he looked very grave.

“Peter, this is our last chance. I tried to be a bit harsh on you to prepare you but if you could not even take that… Tomorrow will be a very important day. I know this is difficult but I count on you to behave, no matter what. You need to. For all of us sake.”

“I know dad. I will behave, Owner.”

Or at least, I would try…

[TO BE CONTINUED]

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 3: The adjustment (Part 2)

We went upstairs and I entered the room which had once been my bedroom. It was now entirely empty except for a mattress on the floor and a wooden desk (without a chair) on which the Attendant Code was placed.

“Now Peter, err, sorry, Attendant. I think the most crucial time will be the first few weeks. We will have a lot of eyes onto us and we will need to be extremely cautious. I took Captain Philips suggestion and I think I will invite more people for dinner tomorrow. The more people we can convince from the start, the easier it will get on the long run. So, until tomorrow night, I think we should all practice, act as if we were fully implementing the rules of the Attendant Code. Commander Hudson told me you were one of the best applicants during training.”

Finally, he was showing some sort of recognition. I felt weirdly proud of myself.

“I did my best to make sure I could come back here… Owner.”

My dad smiled faintly. I tried to smile as well but I physically could not do it.

“It’s lunch time, I think you should start your chores by preparing us a meal Attendant.”

“Of course, Owner. May I take a shower first?” I dared asking.

My brother seemed still very unsettled by the way My father and I were adressing each other. I had been in the Centre for the past 17 days and my dad was visibly very aware of the Attendant condition, consequently, for us, the roles we should be playing were pretty clear but it was all new for Martin.

“I’ll allow it, Attendant. But do not permit yourself such request when we are not alone. As a general rule, do not permit yourself any request at all when we are not alone. And Martin, know that our commands to the Attendant should be way more… let’s say, direct and firm, when we are in public. To the eyes of the law, the Attendant is no longer my son and no longer your brother, it is merely our servant.”

My brother gasped. Maybe because of the use of the “it” pronoun. I got somewhat accustomed to this objectivation in the Centre.

“Martin, you should give the Attendant an order so you can practice.”

“I… I don’t know what to ask him, I mean, to ask it.”

“Let’s start easy. Tell it to go get a shower.”

Martin looked at me. At least, he seemed to hate this as much as I did. All I wanted to do was to scream. All I wanted to do was to shake my dad’s head and remind him that I was still the same Peter, the one he was sharing family times with, just three weeks prior.

Instead, I said to my younger brother:

“Go ahead, Sir. Give me your command.”

“Attendant, go take a shower, now.” This felt so wrong.

“Of course, Sir”. I replied politely.

I thought I could never get used to that. Sadly, I would.

I went to the bathroom but before I entered, I asked: “Dad… uh… sorry, Owner, what should I wear after shower?” I could not wait to get out of this awful apron and finally wear clothes again.

“General Thompson told me his Attendant is always in the nude at home so it does not get any wrong idea about owning anything. I think we should do the same, especially tomorrow night when the guests will be here…”

“But dad…”

“Attendant!” My father hissed, impatient.

“But Owner, I… I thought I would be allowed to wear normal clothes around the house. This is authorized by the Code!”

My father sighed again. He looked at my brother, nodded at him.

Martin looked at me and spoke:

“Attendant, you are now forbidden to wear any piece of clothing inside this house.”

From all the abuse I had encountered in the past weeks, this sentence, pronounced by my little brother, whom I was protecting all of this time, was the worst of all. I was so disturbed; I felt paralyzed.

My father probably noticed the look on my face.

“Attendant, this is only so we get used to it before the dinner tomorrow, we will reconsider afterwards.”

In the corridor, between what used to be my bedroom and the bathroom, in a moment where everything switched, I took my apron off in front of my dad and my brother.

They had never seen me entirely naked; we would always have at least our boxers or a towel on around the house. They both seemed in shock, seeing me exposing my dick with no modesty. This was what I wanted, for them to realize what they were making me do.

My brother’s eyes were glued to my flaccid penis, hanging between my legs. And I was the gay one? How could my step father not see that?

“No chastity cage”. My father noted casually. He bit his lips. I did not respond.

I turned around and made my way into the bathroom.

“Attendant, do not close the door. Same goes with the bedroom. This is a common rule among Attendants, they do not have any personal space.”

I was aware of that; it was the subject of one of the lessons at the Centre.

“Of course, Owner.”

I should have felt better than the day before. I was back in my house, I was in my bathroom, I did not risk to be beaten up by a guard. Although, what had just happened, the reality of my condition, even in my home which was no longer “my own”, it hit me badly. I was more unsettled than I could explain, being forced to call my brother Sir and to obey to his every command.

I remained in the shower a long time, trying to wash myself from my shame and my indignity. I had not had a warm shower in weeks, at least, resting under the hot water felt good.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my brother looking at me from the doorframe. How long had he been there, staring at my naked body?

“Dad was worried… I mean, your Owner asked me to check if you were ok?”

Again, Martin had troubles keeping his eyes above my dick.

I turned off the water.

“I am ok. Sir.” I insisted on the “Sir”, adding some defiance in my tone. This was not on purpose; I just could not help myself.

“Dad is not here; we can cut the bullcrap.” My brother said, releasing myself from a heavy weight. I smiled at him.

“Thanks, little bro… But….” I stepped out of the shower; it was so weird being naked while he was dressed. “Dad… I mean Owner, is right you know. They are ruthless. The tiny reason we would give them, I would be sent away…”

“Those bastards. It was so scary when you were gone. Dad was never home; I really do think he moved mountains to get you here. He seemed under so much stress. I was afraid I would sever see you again.”

“I know Martin.”

“Did they do that to you?” He pointed out to a few bruises I had on my lower abs, maybe that’s where he was looking at, all this time. Scars from Captain Philips' taser.

“Yeah… But I’m here now. I’m safe. We just need to be careful.”

“Yes, we will. We have to.”

“Look, we keep the charade going, at least for the next few days and then we will take the time to really talk about it and figure this shit out. We just need to get those inspectors out of our backs first.”

“I guess…”

“Sir, may I use a towel to dry myself?”

“Of course! I mean… Yes, Attendant, you can use a towel.” He looked gloomy at me.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I will wait for you downstairs.”

Feeling very weird wandering around the house in the nude, I went down to the kitchen. My brother had relaxed a bit but my dad seemed very tense, still.

“Attendant. We have been waiting for 30 minutes. I should have never allowed you that shower in the first place. If only I knew you would act so spoiled!”

Again, that hurt.

I thought to myself, this is only an act, you just have to play your part.

“I sincerely apologize Owner. I wanted to be presentable for my first day at your service.”

Did he note the hint of irony? I was not sure.

“Ok then, Attendant, go ahead, cook us something to eat.”

He went to sit at the dining table with my brother. I burnt my dick while cooking a steak. Shit, I would have to get used to cook naked.

I brought their hot meals to my father and brother and asked if I could eat my own lunch, I had prepared an extra steak for me but had not touched it yet. My father authorized me to eat back in the kitchen while the two of them ate together.

The rest of the day was surreal as I accomplished various tasks.

There would be a cook for the dinner the next day, it was too important and I was too likely to mess it up, but I would have to take care of any other needs of the guests and my father trained me on receiving various kind of requests. It was also important that my brother learnt to address me like the under-man I now was.

I obeyed to every command of my younger brother: “Attendant, give me the tv remote.” “Attendant, I want an ice tea, now.” “Attendant, tell me a joke.”

I ran around the house, doing my best so that Martin would understand that he was indeed my superior. It was crucial to get him into the role if we wanted to make it through dinner the next day.

At some point, I wondered if my little brother did not take some pleasure in ordering his older brother around. But I had to fight back this thought, this would not get me anywhere.

But the worst came later that night, when my step-father asked:

“Massage my feet, Attendant.”

My brother was in his room, doing his homework.

“Owner… Really?”

“Attendant, this is very likely you will receive similar demands tomorrow night. Crawl down to me and massage my feet.”

I looked at him, begging him with my eyes but he stayed still, laid back in his armchair.

“Attendant, do not contradict my orders, do not make me punish you!”

I should have refused. I should have said no. I should have put my limit right there. Maybe I would be better off now. But I obeyed. I got on all fours, naked, and I crawled towards my step-father. He looked down at me, I could not read him but I assumed he felt disgusted seeing me like this. Why did he not stop me?

“Take my shoes off, Attendant”.

Everything seemed so unreal, it was like someone else was untying his size 12 black leather shoes. I looked at him in the eyes, sounding him. I wanted a sign, confirming this was all play pretend. But he was committed to his part. I took off his right shoe, then his left shoe. He was wearing black socks. I started massaging his feet over them.

“Come on Attendant, take the socks off!”

I did. They stinked. I revealed my dad’s huge and quite hairy feet. And then, as ordered, I started pressuring them. Even with a girlfriend, I had never done that. I kneaded his toes, his sole. Was it just an idea or was my father's bulge actually getting bigger? It lasted for long minutes until he said a word that would change everything.

“Lick.”

I felt goosebumps behind my neck. No. He could not have asked that.

‘Dad?”

He slapped me. For the first time in my life, my step-father slapped me.

“Attendant, you need to be prepared for tomorrow. This might happen! Lick my feet.”

I was so shocked. I was scared too, for that night, for the dinner the next day, for the rest of my life. My step-father had laid his hand on me.

He pressed his left foot against my cheek. This was sickening. I stuck my tongue out and eventually went towards his sole. It was filthy, I licked him gently, shily, I went over his toes, slowly, I was wetting his whole foot. Was he getting some sort pleasure out of this?

I got angry while licking him. At some point, I took his big toe in my mouth and started to suck it like a maniac. I spat on his toes and took them all in my mouth. I do not know what I was trying to prove but he wanted me to lick his feet, I would lick them good!

Surprised by the intensity with which I was going for it, my step-father put his foot aside, now dripping with spit.

“Didn’t you like that Owner?” I asked, this time not hiding my sarcasm as saliva was drooling on my chin.

“I did not allow you to speak, Attendant!”

I was not broken to the point of accepting this humiliation. Not yet.

“You think Mom would be ok with that?” I said, defying him.

He slapped me for the second time. A very violent slap that time, right across my face. I almost fell.

“How dare you say that?” He shouted.

Bringing my mom into this was too much, he was shaking with anger and frustration.

“GO! GO AWAY!”

I ran away up the stairs only to find my brother hiding there – he had been watching us the whole time – I ran past him and hurried into my room. Well, what used to be my room. I closed the door. I was no authorized to but I did it anyway.

I lied on the mattress and I cried.

There was no way out. Either we would pull this off and I would have to become my own father and brother’s slave, or we would not and I would be sent to be tortured in another home or in prison. I knew that the latter was the worst option but I did not think I could make it. I could not become a slave in my own home.

I started to resent Martin too, lurking at me while I was on all fours, naked, licking our dad’s feet. But again, I chased those thoughts: this was not his fault; it was the system’s fault. It was all fucked up. At least, I was preserving him from being in this position. Better me than him!

Martin opened the door as I was tearing up.

“Sorry Peter”, he whispered, “I think it will be best if dad sees that you kept your door opened.”

“You’re right Martin.” I replied, wiping out my tears.

My brother and father had dinner downstairs but they did not call me in.

Just before I drifted into sleep, exhausted, my step-father passed in front of my room and said a few words. He was speaking more softly now but he looked very grave.

“Peter, this is our last chance. I tried to be a bit harsh on you to prepare you but if you could not even take that… Tomorrow will be a very important day. I know this is difficult but I count on you to behave, no matter what. You need to. For all of us sake.”

“I know dad. I will behave, Owner.”

Or at least, I would try…

[TO BE CONTINUED]

Damn this feet lick! give me instant hard on

 

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Ohhh my goodness this is going to be a lot. This dinner is going to be awful

 

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If you thought this was bad, wait for the next chapters...
It won't stop at feet licking! ahah

 

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If you thought this was bad, wait for the next chapters...
It won't stop at feet licking! ahah

Mate i can already tell its going to get worse the dinner party is going to be a nightmare. As per usual im second guessing everything. So i still think its possible the dad is gay and it was him that was looking at gay sites just so he could frame his step son. I think he's desired his step son for awhile and knew the only way to have him is by making him an attendent and still be seen as straight and not break any laws

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 4: The Dinner (Part 1)

After an almost sleepless night, I woke up with the mindset of doing whatever needed to be done to better my situation, or at least, not making it worse for me or any member of my family.

I went over every option I had still left, considered every outcome, and I came to one conclusion: I needed to appear as the perfect Attendant if I wanted to have the slightest chance at a semi normal life. Probably, my step-father had made the same calculation and that surely explained his behaviour.

I went to the kitchen early and prepared breakfast for my step-father and brother. I ate a few toasts discreetly before they woke up but I did not serve myself any beacon or egg.

My step-father got down first, he was wearing his robe; I could see his massive and hairy chest underneath it. I had always been impressed by his stature.

“Good morning, Owner, I have prepared breakfast as you like it.”

He seemed surprise. He could not say thank you to his Attendant - this is not strictly forbidden but this is just something you do not do - but he nodded to show his appreciation.

“Go wake your brother up, tell him breakfast is waiting for him downstairs.” My step-father marked a pause. “Attendant, make sure he understands you are fully at his service.” He was scratching his crotch under his robe while talking to me. I guess that since I was entirely naked, there was not much sense for him to be shy. “We all need to be fully committed to our roles today.”

“Of course, Owner.”

At last, my step-father seemed satisfied. I went upstairs and knocked slowly on my brother’s door. Contrary to me, he was allowed to have his personal space.

“Sir.” I said, entering his room. He was lying above his covers, wearing just a loose boxer. I had not noticed that he had become much fitter recently but this was to be expected, he was the star of his swimming team. An impressive morning wood was forming a tent in his underpants.

“Pete?” He mumbled, scratching his eyes, still semi-asleep.

“Sir. I think you should call me Attendant. I have prepared breakfast for you and for my Owner downstairs.”

“Oh…” He straightened up, noticing his morning wood, he readjusted his covers. His eyes fell irreducibly on my own exposed dick. “Thank you Attendant.”

“No need to thank me, Sir. Would there be anything else I could do for you?”

He seemed unsure. I insisted. He needed to understand that he had to take over his role of being my master if we were to survived the dinner to come.

“Sir. I am here only to serve you. You can ask me anything.”

“Ok, then. Make my bed and tidy up my room while I go eat Attendant.”

“Of course, Sir.”

He stood up; his dick seemed even harder than before in his underwear. But he did not seem so shy about it now. He took another good look at my naked body.

“Attendant, is it true that in some households, the Men of the house fuck their attendants?”

What kind of messed up question was that?

I lied:

“Sir, this happens in some rare cases but I learnt during my formation this is frowned upon.”

His face got a little red. That was not true, of course, in some places, it was even encouraged but something in me was telling me not to share this information with my younger brother.

“I was just wondering. I’ll go take my shower now.”

He left the room. I was sure he was about to jerk off. Probably thinking about my cock.

I always suspected that Martin was gay, I had already caught his looks, especially when I would come back from training. Maybe the fact that I was now constantly naked was messing with his brain. The guy had never been allowed to act on his urges after all.

I am not proud to admit but for a split second, I thought that it may have been better if my brother had confessed to his crime of watching gay porn and had taken his rightful place. I had done nothing wrong, and there I was, making his bed.

In the afternoon, I was asked to train in the garage for a couple of hours to maintain my physical condition. My brother came to bring me some water but avoided to look at me. He did order me to do some squats to work on my glutes though.

Otherwise, I mostly did house chores (laundry, vacuuming) and when the cook arrived at 6pm, I helped him setting the table up. He seemed uncomfortable with my nudity but he did not say a thing.

By the end of the day, it almost seemed normal to call my younger brother “Sir” and my step-father “Owner”.

At 7pm, the both of them appeared in the living room dressed up in their fanciest suits.

“Is the Attendant helpful?” My step-dad asked to the cook.

“Very.” Replied the cook.

Was that actual pride I was feeling? I had come so low.

The first guest to arrive was a man I did not know but I had already seen on TV, he was working very closely with the Governor of Ohio. He was important in the hierarchy as he had been a supporter of President Ganderson right from the beginning. My dad opened the door as I was kneeling down in the entrance, naked. The man was in his sixties and walked with a cane, he had been injured very young during the war in Iraq.

“General Schneider, what an honour to have you in my humble home.”

“Good evening, Clarck.” They shook hands. The General did not pay the slightest attention to me. I was glad.

“Would you like my Attendant to take care of your coat?”

“Sure.” He grunted.

I expected the General to give me his coat but he did not move. My step-father gave me a little slap on the back of my head.

“Attendant, get up and undress General Schneider.”

“Of course, Owner.”

I stood up and helped the General getting out of his pricy coat. He was wearing a velvet suit underneath. I hurried up to hang the coat in the closet, and I went kneeling in the dining room where my step-father was introducing my little brother to his guest.

“This is Martin. He will graduate from high-school in only a few weeks. Top of his class. He has already requested to do an internship within our ranks this summer.”

“Sounds like a promising lad.”

“Thank you, General.” My brother shook his hand.

“What would you care to drink General?” Enquired my father.

“Do you have a good bottle of scotch?”

“Sure. Attendant, go get the drinks.”

Again, I hurried in the kitchen to prepare the drinks. My little brother never had whisky, at least, to the best of my knowledge. He was about to have his first taste.

I almost fell down with the tray when coming back in the dining room, but thankfully, I avoided that mistake and General Schneider, who had not taken a single look at me since he arrived, did not notice anything.

The second guest arrived. It was Captain Philips. The bastard had molested me, and did much worse to some of my companions, during my training at the Attendance Formation Centre of West Ohio. I hated him with all my guts but I politely knelt down before him and then took care of his coat. He slapped me on my bare ass as I was turning back to hang it. My father saw it but did not budge.

The third guest was Xavier Richard, the man who had come to take me on the evening where my life had changed forever. He had fingered me in the ass later that same night. With my dad around though, he was sweet and gentle. He was the first one to acknowledge me:

“I see that your Attendant has accommodated itself to its new role in society.”

“Yes, it has.” That use of the pronoun “it” probably best summed-up my new life. “It has received excellent training thanks notably to Captain Philips with us tonight. You were right Xavier; the training centres are a necessity.”

The finale guest was General Thompson, I had never met him but I knew he was a friend of my father and that he had his own son as an Attendant too. From the start, he made me very uncomfortable. He kept on staring at my body, specifically at my dick, and while greeting my younger brother, he patted my hair as if I were a dog.

I almost bit him.

The four guests, my brother and my father went sitting at the dining table. I was on my knees a foot from them, waiting for any instruction which would come. Some of the guests knew each other, some others did not. This was all very political and everyone was overly careful with the choice of their words and topics of conversation. At least at the beginning, when they were sober.

General Thompson kept on looking at me. Xavier Richard was looking too, but he was less obvious about it. I had not forgotten his nervous tic of always readjusting his tiny glasses on his nose. His lengthy fingers gave me chills.

Damn, two of these guests had already fingered my ass.

During dinner, I was asked to serve the meals and filled in the glasses with wine but not much for than that.

“Wine, Attendant.” Barked Captain Philips. I obliged immediately.

“My glass is empty too…” Grumbled General Schneider, the guest of honour of the evening. This was my first mistake.

“Attendant! Come here.”

I went to my father. He slapped me violently across the face. I did not expect it but I took it without flinching.

“Do make sure that none of our glasses remains empty.”

My dad is only putting on a show, I thought, he is only playing his part.

“Of course, Owner. My apologies Sirs.”

From this point on, I was very stressed, making sure everyone had always something to drink. I knew making it through this dinner was crucial and I did my best to comply with the orders. It was not sufficient for Captain Philips though.

“See, this careless behaviour. This is why I’m pushing for the training to be more in adequacy with the type of subjects we are confronted to. Those fags need to be completely rebuilt, there are rotten from the inside. When you’re in the Centre, you quickly learn that there is no alternative than to break them entirely and then re-educate them.”

“Breaking them. Is not that a little cruel?” Asked Mr. Richard. “Stephan, you were among those who opposed to the harsher treatments during the most recent session of voting, right?”

My step-dad was visibly embarrassed.

“It’s always a fine line, is it not? Between the need to correct those deviant individuals, the opportunity to find a place for them in our society, and the principles of tolerance and love which we must always put first as commanded by God Himself.”

“A fine line indeed” Commented Mr. Richard. “General Schneider, did they get any good results in Texas?”

“I heard that they are on the verge of eradicating any disobedience from their Attendants. It did come at a cost though, the training given by the State there is two months long and they had to put a whole surveillance system in place once the Attendants are assigned to a household.”

“But the value of the Attendants did go up, right? It surely compensates for the expanses from the State.” General Thompson replied, pointing me to his drink so I could refill him.

The value of the Attendants went up in Texas. What did that mean? After my so-called training, I was still very clueless about my own status.

“But, shall it all be only a question of money?” Asked my dad.

“Sadly, everything is a matter of money Clarck.” Settled General Schneider. My father stopped talking immediately. He was the highest rank in the room, he could not be contradicted.

“We sure need the money; our brave citizens are less and less prone to donate for the research. The Attendance System might allow us to finally have more fundings to cure those atrocious diseases. Talking of which, let me restate my sincerest condolences for your wife Stephan.”

“Thank you, Xavier. Her loss was a terrible tragedy for both Martin and I.”

And me! I wanted to scream! I was the one holding my mom’s hand while she took her last breath. I was also the one doing the research to fight that fucking disease until they took me away!

“Well, with a body like this one, I guess that Attendant must have cost you a lot!” Said General Thompson with a huge smile, eager to redirect the conversation onto a lighter subject.

I was finally putting two and two together. My father had paid the Ohio State to have me. I guess this made sense, I was, after all, a merchandise. How much was I worth though?

“I was happy to give back to the State, you know.” Responded my father, trying to sound casual. “It is indeed in good shape.”

“Flex for us, Attendant.” Asked General Thompson. I was certain he had been waiting for that all evening. I tried not to think about what this man might be doing to his own son – now Attendant - in private.

I stood up and awkwardly flex my biceps.

“What did it do in its former life? To have a strong body like that?” Asked Mr Richard.

“Oh, he… I mean it, was a biologist, but I always made sure my sons got a proper training, it is…”

“As a rule, I think we should avoid mentioning the past lives of the Attendants. Don’t you think?” Interrupted General Schneider, playing with his cane between his fingers.

Both Mr. Richard and my dad apologized hastily and the others strongly agreed that such a topic was inappropriate.

“I mean, the muscles are fine, but shall we address the elephant in the room? I have rarely seen such an impressive penis on a fag.” Commented General Thompson with a grin. “If it is more than 8 inches when it is hard, I heard that it almost doubles their value.”

I tried to remain calm. It had to go well. I could not erupt.

“Unfortunately, we were not authorized to take those measurements back at the Centre. This is why Ohio is far behind the other states in the matter, and the prices of Sla… of Attendants is so low here.”

Captain Philips did measure my flaccid dick though, he also penetrated my ass with two fingers, but he did not mention that to the other guests.

Before giving his following request, General Thompson made sure to obtain the general assent of the room. He whispered something at General Schneider who nodded imperceptibly.

“We should measure it. Get hard, Attendant.” Thompson finally said.

[Chapter 4 continues below]

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 4: The Dinner (Part 2)

“Measure it? I…”

This command made me break from my character and I looked at my father, worried.

“What is wrong with it?” Asked General Schneider angrily. It was as if he was surprised to find out that a toy did not function correctly.

“My apologies General, my Attendant only arrived yesterday.”

“Are you implying that the training it received was insufficient?” barked Captain Phillips.

“Of course not, Captain. Attendant, do what you have been asked.”

“But how…” I whispered.

How were they expecting me to get hard, in front of all of them? I looked at my brother in despair, he had gone red. He seemed fairly drunk at this point.

“And that’s it!” Exclaimed Philips. “That’s exactly why we should be tougher with them! I can assure you that back in the southern states, first thing the fags learn is the primordial lesson that their bodies do not belong to them anymore! And I can tell you, they don’t react so stupidly when they are expected to perform such a simple task.”

“Maybe the Attendant has pleasured itself recently and is no longer able to get an erection?” Questioned Mr. Richard.

This would be a very serious offense. The fear of the chastity cage came back into my mind.

“I did not, Sir. I promise. I… I will try.”

The discussion kept on going, everyone debating on my capacity to serve my household right if I could not obey the simplest command. The worst part is that I genuinely tried to comply with the twisted order but I had never been this far from getting an erection. I started to think that not getting hard would mean the end of me, maybe the end of my father too, and of course, that did not help.

“Don’t stay here like an idiot Attendant!” Shouted my step-father as I was desperately caressing my soft cock. “Make yourself useful, go get us the special bottle of wine I ordered, it is in my nightstand up in my room.”

I practically ran away, too happy to get a chance to escape this nightmare.

When I got to my dad’s bedroom, I looked nervously for the bottle in the nightstand. What a weird place to put it, I thought. But there was nothing at all. Only a bunch of old newspapers and magazines.

Then I saw it, PLAYBOY MAGAZINE, march 2002. There were some others too, all seemed in a perfect state of conservation despite being so old. It was like they had never been opened and stored there with the greatest of care.

I understood my step-father’s plan immediately. Going through the pages, I started to touch myself, I had not seen a naked woman in weeks, maybe months, and I had not cummed in days. I tried to forget about what was going down in the dining room and focused on the girl’s tits. I wanted to touch them, suck them, and afterwards, fuck her wet pussy. Finally, my dick was waking up. In the privacy of my father’s room, I managed to get a stiff erection.

Two minutes later, I was back in the living room, a bottle of wine in my left hand (the cook handed it to me while I passed by him) and my dick in full sight, hard as a rock. I was not sure I could maintain the erection so I kept on jerking it. The guests did not seem to mind.

“Here is your bottle, Owner.” I bowed my head. “My apologizes for the delay in getting an erection, I had learnt to repress all of my urges.”

Most of the guests nodded lightly at my reasonable explanation. My brother’s eyes almost jumped out of their orbits when he saw me in that state. I was certain that he was getting hard too.

General Thompson stood up almost immediately and grabbed my cock. Judging by the looks of Schneider and Richard, he realized he had shown a bit too much of enthusiasm. This was not “homosexual behaviour” as I was no longer a man, but still, he had a large erect dick in his hand.

“The girth is fairly nice too.” He spoke, just like a salesman. “I’d say a near 9 inches in length. If not more! Yes, that is definitely worth something on the market.”

I moved myself in the middle of the room to make sure they could all have a good look. I jerked off my cock from time to time so it stayed hard. I felt some precum forming on the tip. I locked eyes with my step-father. “Look what you made me do." I thought.

He stood up. Finally, my father was about to end this creep show.

“Bend over, Attendant.” He spoke.

I did. Without questioning, without even understanding why, I turned around and bent over. My brain could no longer function anyway.

My dad slapped my bare ass in front of his guests. Three times. It hurt.

“Next time, you will learn to execute your command on cue.”

Jesus, he was punishing me for not having an erection soon enough.

“May I?” Said Captain Philips behind us.

“Please, be my guest.”

I was expecting another slap but Philips had taken the ladle from the soup’s pot. He hit me with it several times. This time, I screamed, it was still hot and part of it was in metal. It would leave marks.

“Now, I think it will understand its lesson. Don’t you have any punishment tool Stephan?”

My step-father was a bit disconcerted.

“I have plans to buy some during the week, I have been very busy.”

“Of course. But that’s a shame. See, General Schneider has always his cane with him.”

“Attendant.” I was surprised to hear the voice of my brother. He was talking to me for the first time that night. “While you’re at it, show my father’s guests your glutes. You will see gentlemen, we made it work out this specific part this afternoon.”

A tear fell out of my eye, the pain of being hit by Philips and the request from my brother were too much to handle. I stayed focus on my goal and I slightly changed my position again to give them all a better view of my red ass.

General Thompson could not help himself to be handy with me, checking the glutes with his hands. He was dangerously close to my asshole. I let him feel me. He spread my ass. Mr. Richard was about to join him, but thankfully, General Schneider had had enough.

“Could we come back to the dinner please? Seeing too much of an Attendant makes me sick.”

“Sickening.” Confirmed the other guests while I was certain they were all enjoying the show I was unwillingly giving.

“Go back in the kitchen, we’ll call you when we need you, Attendant.” Commanded my father. “On all fours!”

Even the hit on my back given by General Schneider with his atrocious cane did not crush the feeling of relief that I was feeling as I was leaving this public humiliation.

We had learnt in the formation Centre that our Owner might ask sexual favours of us and that we would not be authorized to deny them. But this was a very foreign concept to me, first I did not think people would actually do that in their own homes – what would their wives and families think? -, and as far as I was concerned, since I was coming back to my dad and brother, this shit would never happen to me. At least, that’s what I thought.

My cock had become flaccid again.

When I knelt down on the floor tile of the kitchen, the cook whispered to me:

“Hold on. Those bastards will pay someday.”

I am so thankful for these few words. Some people did see through the bullshit! Not everyone had gotten insane.

While I was patiently and painfully waiting, I heard the guests laughing in the dining room, they seemed to have a great time. I needed to pee but I did not dare moving. After two more hours, finally, they started to leave.

I caught a private conversation between my father and General Thompson in the entrance before he left. They did not realize that I could hear them.

“Stephan, I’m telling you, this is not about being cruel, this is about making things easier! For everyone. There is an adaptation period, that’s only natural. At first with my Attendant, I tried to put some rules in place and to maintain some sort of bound between us. That was a mistake. This is bad for both parties. The Attendant needs some structure, giving it false hope is not good. If you are too lax with it, it will only ask for more! The sooner it commits fully to its place, the better it is. And between you and I, sometimes I wonder if my Attendant is not happier now than when it was still my son. It has found its place, its purpose as a fag. It does not have to pretend to be a Man anymore.”

“You are probably right Arthur. But this is… Shhh, the others are coming.”

This conversation gave me shivers all over my body. Did my dad really consider that I may be in my rightful place? He was not playing a role there; he was having an honest conversation with a friend. The creepy General Thompson had been brainwashing my dad for weeks, this needed to stop, soon.

As soon as they were all gone, I joined my brother and father in the living room.

“This was sick!” I lashed out. “Martin, could you not think of something else to have me do? Showing off my ass?!” All the rage I have been boiling during the atrocious dinner was coming out. “Dad, this is your colleagues? A bunch of fucking pervs, they are all…”

“SHUT UP!” He shouted. “Do we really need to go over this again?! Do I, once again, have to remind you why we are put in this position?”

But I did not stop:

“And you bought me! YOU BOUGHT ME DAD! How much?”

“As a matter of fact, I paid a very large amount of money to the Ohio State, so I would advise you to be a little more grateful to me, but also to your brother. I had to use all of our economy just to keep you here Pete!”

“As if I asked for it?!”

“You did! You were the one who watched fag porn using our internet, you confessed to it and then, yes, you begged the judge during your trial to be sent home!”

This was so unfair. I could not believe it.

“I did not! I did not watch gay porn, that was not even me!” I stared at my brother.

He had to say the truth at this point.

He did not.

“Calm down guys! What’s done is done!” Martin, once again, put himself between my step-father and I. “Guys, I think the dinner went relatively ok, no? That’s good!”

“Relatively Ok? I had to touch myself in front of you!”

This conversation was so frustrating, how could I sound like the unreasonable one after what had just happened?

“It could have been much worse Pete and you know that! Your brother is right, it has gone relatively ok. Attendant, I know it must have been difficult for you but taking your anger on us is not the solution. You do realize that I do legally own you.”

“Oh my God… so you really believe that now?”

“Again, this is not a matter of what I believe. It is simply a fact!”

He was right and this was killing me.

“Peter, General Schneider mentioned an official inspection to come.” Explained my brother. “And he added that we should pass it without difficulty, a formality.” He looked at our father for confirmation.

“Once a month, an inspector comes to the household to check on the Attendant. His official goal is to check that the Attendant is well fed but mostly, he checks to see if the Attendant Code is respected in the house.”

This was news to me. And not a good one.

“So, what you are trying to say is that, once a month, we are going to play this comedy all over again? What’s next? The inspector will fuck my ass on the kitchen counter?”

Sadly, this was no longer outside of the realm of possibilities.

My father had a long sigh. I could see he was trying to remain patient with me.

“Attendant, what I’m saying is that, indeed, we will have to continue to act the parts attributed to us by the Law. We do not know when the inspector comes to visit, that would be too easy otherwise for people to hide what’s really going on in their homes. Therefore, in our daily lives, we will need to stay as close as possible to the Attendant Code. Also, it went relatively ok but there had been some slips-up tonight, we will have to be more prepared for an actual inspection. This was just a dinner among friends, they could not do anything unless they were aware of an actual and serious breach of the Code.”

The reality slowly sank in.

“You mean... I’m going to continue to act as a slave… at all time?”

“Act as a slave! Don’t use those words, Attendant! It only means you’ll have to do the usual chores you did today, to call us by our appropriate denominations, and we will all need to be extra careful when in public.”

“Does that mean I have to remain naked?”

“Yes.” Surprisingly my brother was the one who answered that question.

“Yes, we believe it would be best” confirmed my father.

“No.” I replied. “No, I refused.” The tears were filling up my eyes once again. They did not realize that they had just condemned me to an indefinite sentence of slavery, more than the judge ever did.

My father was stunt by my rebellion. But I stayed on my grounds. If he wanted me to submit, he would have to force me, I would not go down easily… Or so, I thought.

He took his time before replying to me. He did, in a frightening cold and monotone voice:

“Ok then, so you refuse to do the bare minimum while I am working all day long and your brother is trying his hardest to better the reputation of our family? You don't mind that you and I are both going to prison and that we leave a mortgage on the house and tons of debts to your only brother? Just because you decided this was too hard on you? Surely, your mom would have wanted that.”

He was using the same weapon I used against him the day before. I did not respond. I hated him. I hated this whole situation. Most of all, I hated the fact that he was right.

“Attendant," my brother said “It is much worse in other families, we should do our best to stay together… Dad has done everything he could to make that happen!”

I remained silent. Again, my father was the good guy and I was in the wrong.

“Attendant, I will let you think about it. But I’m starting to believe I should have never fought to get you back here.” His words were hurting me like daggers. “Ultimately, if you are not ok with this deal, I did not want to come to that, but my latest option will be to sell you out.”

“Dad! You cannot be serious!” My brother exclaimed.

“You would not dare!” I shouted.

“I don’t have much more alternative. If you don’t behave, the whole family is doomed. So, either you behave and we try to make this work, either I sell you out and I can, at least, offer a future to your younger brother with the money we will get out of you. I hate this as much as you! I have tried and will try my best to protect you both but Attendant, if your goal is to make us all go down with you, then I’ll have to make a decision.”

“My goal… To take you down with me?! Are you…” I was losing my words. I was probably losing my mind too. “All I have done was to protect him!” I said pointing to Martin.

Both of them looked at me sombrely. I was cornered. I was tired of arguing and ultimately, I did not want to denounce my little brother. Not seeing any way out, after a long minute of silence, I asked:

“May I be authorized to go pee, Owner?”

“You may.”

As I was going upstairs to the toilets, I could hear my brother and father talking about me, my step-dad seemed exasperated. How could he not understand how unfair this all was? I was not even gay for God’s sake! When would he realize that?

When I finished peeing, my brother was standing in the doorframe, spying on me, once again.

“I was just waiting for my turn” he said.

“Sure… You can go, Sir. I’m all done.”

Was I getting paranoid or was I noticing a hard dick under his pants?

[TO BE CONTINUED]