The Attendant (dark dystopia - gay erotic story)

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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]

Ohh god here we go, I haven’t even started reading it and I’m nervous for the out come loool

 

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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]

God I’m starting to hate Martin

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 5: The grocery store (Part 1)

The following day offered me a bit of rest as I had the house to myself while my brother was at school and my father at work. I had to wake up before them to prepare breakfast, I remained naked all day in case someone would show up, but I did some training in the garage and I even watched the news (well, the propaganda) on TV afterwards.

I almost felt free. It is crazy how we take the little things for granted and only realize how lucky we were when they are stripped away from us.

After the painful week-end I had gone through at home, I tried my hardest to find a way to make the whole situation bearable. I was getting accustomed to be naked, and I had to trust that my brother and father, unless we were in public, would not push their commands too far. I just needed to remember that all of this was a ridiculous show to make sure the authority would not send me away.

On a pure intellecual level, I understood where my step-father was coming from, but deep down, it was still unconceivable that the man who had raised me, who had spent hours discussing, joking and playing with me, who assisted to my graduation, would manage to treat me like his servant. It seemed so effortless for him.

However, and even more so than before, my brother and my step-father were all I had. I just needed to make this work, one way or another.

When my younger brother came back from school, I knelt down before him. “Hope you had a good day at school, Sir”, I said.

He did not correct me. My father had instructed us to keep the charade going, even when it was just the two of us, at least for the first couple of weeks to keep on practicing.

“Attendant, why is there a dirty bowl in the sink?” He asked without looking at me.

“I apologize, Sir, I will take care of this right away.”

He went to his room. I cleaned up the bowl, defeated. I wanted to argue with him, but I knew that from the three of us, Martin was probably the one who had the most difficulty to get into his role. If I rebelled, I thought he would be quickly to get friendly with me again, and this would lead us to a dangerous path.

My father came back right on time for the dinner I had prepared. I went back to eat in the kitchen. I was allowed to eat the same dish as them, and not only their leftovers, a level of comfort only a few Attendants could brag about.

After dinner, my father laid back in his armchair. He was only wearing his robe, he had showered.

“Attendant, massage my feet.”

This was a test, the last time we were in this situation ended up in a fight.

“Sure, Owner.” I wanted to show that I was conciliant. I was tired of hearing his scolding about me, not trying hard enough. Maybe if I showed him that I could really act the part, he would cut me some slacks.

I got on all fours, getting used to expose my bare ass in this way, and started to massage his size 12 feet. He did not ask me to lick them this time. Maybe I was right then, if I were more obedient, he would not feel the need to test me further.

“I have a special mission for you tomorrow.” He mentioned while I was working on his feet. I noticed his bulge, maybe it was the angle but below the robe, I could swear he had an erection. That was fucked up.

“Yes, Owner?”

“You will have to go to the grocery store, I will give you a list. You can take the two shopping bags in the garage. Of course, you cannot take the car and you will have to walk there.”

The nearest store was more than 1 mile away. I knew I would be barefoot. Going there would be ok but coming back with the groceries…

“Dad… Owner, I… This might be difficult to come back by walking.”

“Attendant, you will be out in public, this is all the more important that you fully comply with the rules! If people see you struggling right in the middle of the streets, then, that would be great for us!”

That was the purpose then: another public humiliation. What if I saw someone I knew? It was like my step-father could read my mind.

“This is why you should go there around noon; it’s the busiest time and people need to see that you have fully committed to your Attendant’s role.”

“Owner… please.” I begged.

“Attendant! This is an order. Besides, when you are here alone, I expect you to be on your best behaviour. General Thompson told me that his Attendant was visited by an inspector just today, while it was alone in the house!”

“I am very careful!” I protested; it was true. “I remain naked at all times and I am always ready to start or continue a chore if someone would show up!”

My father relaxed a little. His legs were hairy, he casually spread them, now I was certain his big dick was hard and ready to slip out of the robe any second. I tried to focus my attention back at his huge feet.

“Good. Make sure your apron is clean before going out tomorrow. And shave yourself in the… in the usual places tonight.”

“Yes, Owner.” I replied, trying not to look at his obvious boner a few inches from my face.

When he had enough, I was authorized to go shower.

In the bathroom, I proceeded to shave my dick and ass. I knew this was what he meant by "the usual places". The pubic hair, that was easy, but my asshole, that was a whole other story.

My brother who tended to go back and forth in the corridor a lot every time I was showering, the door wide open, caught me in a rather awkward position, checking my asshole in the mirror while I was struggling with my razor.

“Do you need some help? Attendant?”

“I… I am fine, Sir, my Owner asked me to go outside tomorrow and I need to make sure I am shaven.”

“Genitals and asshole, right?”

“Right, Sir.”

“Come on, bend over Pete. I’ll help you out, it will only take a minute.”

He was calling me Pete, that meant that he was my brother again, not my master. So, I could refuse his offer? Right? I was traumatized by the times Captain Philips roughly shaved my anus, fingering me at the same time. But surely, my brother would be gentler. Also, on my own, I could not figure this out.

“Ok… But this is so…”

“Shhh…” He spoke. He was prepared to go to bed as well and was only wearing his tight white boxers. I checked on his bulge to see if he was not forming an erection, he noticed my stare but did not comment on it.

“Turn around, bend over.”

I was still hesitant.

“Bend over, Attendant.”

This time, it was a direct command. That made me feel icky and I wanted to stop the whole thing even more but before I could say anything, my father had showed up in the doorframe.

“What’s going on in here?”

“Dad, I’m helping the Attendant get cleaned for tomorrow.”

“Oh… Pursue then.” He hesitated and spoke again. “Thank you… hum… both of you for your cooperation in all this.”

I considered for a split second what an honour it was to be included in a “thank you”. Such a rare privilege for an Attendant like me! But I quickly came back to my senses. Fuck, this shit does get to your head, my step-father better thank me! I was doing a lot messed-up things just to follow his plan.

I turned around and bent over as requested, putting my hands against the wall tile of the shower. My brother put foam on my ass, he rubbed it carefully. My father was still watching.

To be honest, it was quite a pleasant sensation. I could even feel my dick reacting. I managed to remain soft, using the technics I had learnt in the formation Centre to avoid unwanted erection.

My brother shaved me in silence.

“I’m almost done.” He whispered behind me as he was still spreading my ass cheeks. My father finally went back to his room. “Can you spread your ass a bit more so I can finish?”

I did as I was told. He put some foam again, right on my anus. My dick reacted this time and I felt a semi coming. It lasted a few more seconds before it was over and in this short period of time, I was definitely getting hard. This was so wrong, I had my brother’s fingers against my asshole.

At the end of his task, Martin chuckled weirdly. I guess he could not believe what he had just done to his big brother.

“May I shower now, Sir?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“Yes, you may, Attendant."

Martin got out of the bathroom quickly but I caught it, his underwear was filled with a big erection. I even saw a wet spot on the white fabric, making it translucid, some precum. I could not really say anything as I was fully erected as well.

A few minutes later, I went sleeping on my mattress. I found a cover and a pillow on top of it. That was not much but it meant the world to me. I was not sure who put the comforters there, my father or my brother, either way, I was grateful.

The next day, I prepared breakfast, greeted my brother and step-father with the appropriate deference and made their beds. After having done my usual chores, I caught the sight of a beautiful girl walking down the street.

I had not cummed since I got back and I started to feel horny again. That probably also explained my erection the night before.

I went to my dad’s bedroom and searched his porn magazines. This was risky to be potentially caught masturbating but I needed some release at this point. I unfolded his covers so I could pretend I was in his room making his bed if someone were to banged at the door. Then, I lied in my father’s bed and I started caressing myself.

Touching myself in my dad's bed procured me a new sensation. This was so subsersive, forbidden. I liked it.

This time, I made it last. This was my moment. I jerked off my big dick with my two hands, played with my foreskin and my precum, pressed my balls gently. I caught myself moaning at the sight of the beautiful pictures in the magazine: so many women’s butts and breasts. I felt the cum coming but I let myself edged. Finally, I released myself and splattered my chest with my semen, some even went straight to my face.

Thank God I did not have to wear this chastity cage!

I made sure to clean up the mess and put the magazines right where I had found them. As they looked as brand new when I opened them, someone might notice that I touched them but in a desperate thought, I figured this would just prove that I was straight and maybe I would be released from my Attendant condition.

Taking a finale look at the beautiful sexy woman on the cover, I suddenly came to realize that I would never have sex again. I would never date again. I would never kiss a girl ever again. Once again, I was crushed.

Disturbed by that new depressing thought, I went on with my daily tasks until it was time to go out to the grocery store. I took a shower, put my grey apron on, and I was ready to face the outside world as an Attendant.

I took the shopping bags and my father’s list and took my first steps out of the house. As I had feared, my bare feet hurt on the sidewalks. I walked pass my neighbours’ houses, an old lady who was living down the road and who I used to chitchat with looked at me with a regard full of sympathy and concern.

Others were not that kind.

A group of five guys started to mock me further down the road. They were smoking cigarettes in one of the front lawns I had to pass by.

They came near the sidewalk, I vaguely recognized some of them – I think I had seen one of them with my brother or in highschool a bunch of times - but I was persistent in avoiding to look directly at them. I feared that they would follow me but thankfully, they did not. Their threats stopped at the usual and very unoriginal insults: “nice ass fag”, “how many dicks have you sucked today pussyboy?”, “You just could not help yourself from getting fucked, you had to enslave yourself!”

What would have I done if they had followed me? Or asked me to do anything? They were Sirs and I was an Attendant. I would have to obey them. Already, I missed the safety of my home. Well, of my Owner’s home.

After a 20 minutes’ walk, I was in the centre of our small town. As predicted, it was very busy at that time of day. I had only a few feet left to reach the grocery store when two guards patrolling around noticed me. Good, I thought, I hoped they had a good look at my clean grey apron and shaved ass, this ridiculous show was for them.

I entered the store feeling gross. I was sweating. But above all, I was ashamed. I tried to be quick in the aisles, despite the instructions given by my father, I wanted to be back home as soon as possible.

Since the last time I had come there, I noticed a change, there were less women in the store, the housewives seemed to have been replaced, at least in part, by Attendants. I could spot four fellow Attendants during the course of my visit. Two of them were wearing dog collars in addition to their aprons.

I was nearly done with the list when one of my biggest fears realized itself, I ran into Juliet, one of my lab’s partners at my previous job. We were good friends and I have to admit that I always had a big crush on her, she was the hottest girl I knew, although, she was already taken. She did not recognize me at first, but then, she gasped.

“Peter!”

[Chapter 5 continues below]

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 5: The grocery store (Part 2)

I looked away and pretended I did not hear her.

“Peter, please, it’s me, Juliet!”

I turned around, getting red.

“Hello, Madam.” I bowed down, as I was taught. She took a step back and opened her mouth, stunt.

“Peter… Oh my God… We heard what happened but I could not believe it….”

“Madam, please, I have to continue on with my shopping.”

“PETER STOP!” She started shouting. I realized with horror that the two guards I had seen around the store were now inside. “What did they do to you?!” Juliet asked, holding my shoulders.

“Madam, please…”

“Stop calling me Madam! I’m Juliet!” She shook me: “Peter, please come back to yourself! We've known each other for years.”

One of the guards approached.

“Madam, is that Attendant bothering you?”

“What? No! Of course, not! He is a friend of mine.”

“IT, it is an Attendant Madam, it cannot be a friend of yours. Attendant, what lie did you tell to that lady?”

“I did not lie, Sir. I promise!” I pleaded, and looking at Juliet: “Please Madam, he is right, I’m just an Attendant now.”

She was agitated. Did she realize she had put me in trouble?

“Attendant, you are surely doing something wrong if this lady mistakes you for a man.”

“I’m not mistaking! He is a man. He has done nothing wrong! That’s insane!” Juliet cried out, not realizing she was only making things worse.

“Attendant, I think we need to remind that lady of your place in our society.”

“Yes, Sir.” I said, terrified of what would happen next.

“Lick the floor.” Ordered the guard.

One of the cashiers had come at the end of the aisle to check what was happening. Juliet’s eyes were tearing up as I went on all fours and started to lick the dirty floor. The cashier sighed and went back to her work. I knew my apron was barely hiding anything of me in that position. The feeling of my tongue against the tile was awful.

“No, stop! Please make him stop!” Juliet said to the guard.

“Clearly, she still does not understand.” The guard spat on his boot. “Lick, Attendant.”

This was disgusting, and doing it in front of my colleague, friend, crush, was even more humiliating. But I did it. I was too afraid that my father would learn that I was not even able to go to the stores without turning it into a scandal.

I stuck my tongue out and licked. I even kissed the guard’s boot to show my total submission. I was his bitch.

“Ok, Ok! I understand!” Pleaded Juliet.

“Good.” Said the guard.

“Thank you, Sir, may I resume with my shopping?” I enquired.

“Sure, Attendant." He spat right on my face for good measures, a thick white ounce of saliva was covering my lips, nose up to right under my right eye.

“You better keep that on your face until you are out of the store Attendant. I think it will be a good reminder for all people in here of your condition! For fuck’s sake, we thought the apron uniform was a sufficient indicator!”

Juliet looked at me, desperately trying to help me. I formed the word “Go!” with my mouth discreetly. “PLEASE GO”, I mouthed again, she finally got the message.

“My apologies, I was the one talking to the Attendant. I… I understand now.” She left the aisle and the store without finishing her shopping. Eventually, the guard left too, joining his colleague with a smirk. I was left there, to finish my task with his disgusting spit all over my face.

Sadly, this was not the most disturbing encounter I made in the store that day. As I was walking to the cashier, I saw another Attendant. But something was wrong with him (or should I say with it?), seriously wrong.

I saw him first from behind and could not even distinguish his skin from all the scars and bruises he had all over his back and legs. I could not believe my eyes; he was seriously injured. He was bald and completely hairless. He was wearing a silver collar and his neck was purple all around it. But the worst came when I saw his face, he had a black eye and an impressive bump on his forehead. His lips were swollen.

The guards had gone out of the store and in this aisle, there were only the two of us. I was taking an inconsiderate risk, especially after what had just happened, but I could not help myself.

“What did they do to you?” I whispered to him. “You must go, leave! They are going to kill you! You should be in an hospital.”

He looked at me but his eyes looked empty. How did his Owner let him go out like this? It was evident that he was the victim of the worst kind of abuse. How bad was it in private!?

“He is not allowed to do that do you! Article 4!” I recited: “The Attendant shall be considered as a being, outside of the authorized punishments, the Owner shall not be overly cruel with his Attendant.”

“Article 160” He quoted back at me: “The severity of the Attendant’s punishment shall reflect the misbehaviour for which it is being punished for.”

“Yes, exactly! He cannot hurt you like that! This is torture!”

“My Owner considers that the punishment is proportionate to the crime I had committed.” He was talking like a robot. It gave me chills.

“What could you possibly have done to deserve this? Nothing can justify this!”

“I do not seem to manage to please my Owner in full satisfaction.”

I was genuinely terrified for him.

“How long has this been going on? You have to go!”

“Attendant, are you suggesting that my Owner would be in the wrong, that I should not follow his commands?”

“Yes! You have rights! We have rights! You should…”

“Lodge a complaint? To whom? To say what?” He smiled of a horrible smile, full of despair, he was missing a bunch of his teeth. I had never seen someone who looked that bad and was not in intense care at the hospital.

“To…” I realized that despite making us learn about our very few rights, we had actually never been told how to activate them back in the Centre. Who should we turn to if we were mistreated? “Look, my father, well my Owner, is very…”

“Please Attendant, for your sake and mine, I beg you to let me be.”

And then it hit me, I was doing to him what Juliet had done to me just a few minutes before. I thought I was helping him but surely, I was just aggravating his situation.

I took a step back, he resumed his shopping. In shock, I went to the cashier and paid.

Outside, a man strangely looked at my face, he seemed on the verge of puking just by seeing me. Had I become so repulsive? I had forgotten I still had the guard’s spit all over my face. He was waiting on the parking lot; I did not wipe it off until I was far gone.

The walk back was painful, physically, it was hard to carry the groceries but mentally, it was worse. I could not forget the face of this man, or rather, of this Attendant. How could he accept that? Why did he not run? This was unacceptable! This was beyond torture. Even prison, even death would be a better alternative!

But then, I realized, I was walking down a street merely naked, bare foot, I just licked someone shoe in a middle of a store, and I had walked around with his spit on my face. I had sunk very low too.

At that very moment, I made a promise to myself, I would not stand for physical abuses, but again, I had already fell down to that level, at that point my father had slapped me numerous times.

Much like this Attendant, I could not go anywhere. Even if I did attempt to escape, I was not only putting myself in danger, but my whole family. Was that the reasoning of that Attendant too? Still, I would not stand for serious physical abuses.

Back in the house, I fell down in the entrance and broke down in tears. It took me hours to collect myself and eat something. In the end, the thought that some had it way worse than me sadly helped me to get up. I should not complain of my condition, things could always get worse.

And they surely did.

Upon reflexion, I thought it would be a bad idea to tell my father about what had happened in the store, both regarding Juliet and regarding the Attendant. I did not want him to tell me how lucky I was not to be treated like this poor guy, and I also wanted him to be reassured that my trip outside of the house had gone smoothly.

When he arrived, he took a metal box from his trunk. He went to put it in the garage but did not mention it.

The dinner went pretty well given the circumstances. My brother asked me to refill his glass a bunch of times and I obliged. The requests were pretty harmless but I did wonder if he was remembering that we had promised each other this would just be an act. Did we make that promise though? I could not remember exactly. The past few days had been so surreal.

For the first time ever that day, I did not exchange a single kind word with my brother and he never addressed me differently than “Attendant”.

After dinner, I was asked to prepare the gym equipment for my father. He liked to have a late training on Tuesday’s evenings. I used to join him; Now, this would have been silly of me to dare asking for us to train together. What if someone came in and surprised us bounding together? I did not even try.

In the garage, the metal box he had brought in, peaked my interest again.

My curiosity got the best of me. I took a look. I should not have.

Inside of the box, I was faced with my worst nightmare: a swift, a baton, some paddles, some ropes and laces, a whip, a collar and other tools of torture.

Immediately, the mutilated body of the Attendant I had seen in the store earlier that day came back into my mind.

My step-father entered the garage in his shorts and a tank top, ready for his training session. He saw me looking at the box. I got scared.

“Attendant, I did not authorize you to take a look!”

“Dad!” I begged. I had not broken from my character all day but I was legitimatly afraid at this point. “Dad… why…”

My father saw my distress and he did not scold me for my reaction. Frankly, he seemed cramped.

“Look. This is only for the inspection. I do not intend to use them. We need to play the part. I was strongly advised to procure those tools.”

“Promise me, Dad, promise me you will never hurt me!”

The atmosphere felt heavy. Just asking this was abnormal but I had to. I had come to realize that nothing was granted anymore. My dad thought for a minute and settled:

“Attendant, go back to your room now.”

“I don’t have a room, Owner. I don't have anything!” I replied, outraged.

He sighed.

“You know what I mean, go!”

I got out of the garage and ran to my mattress.

Some long hours later, I fell asleep with that dark thought stuck in my head: he could not promise he would not hurt me.

[TO BE CONTINUED]
Yeap, this story will only get twister and twister.

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 5: The grocery store (Part 2)

I looked away and pretended I did not hear her.

“Peter, please, it’s me, Juliet!”

I turned around, getting red.

“Hello, Madam.” I bowed down, as I was taught. She took a step back and opened her mouth, stunt.

“Peter… Oh my God… We heard what happened but I could not believe it….”

“Madam, please, I have to continue on with my shopping.”

“PETER STOP!” She started shouting. I realized with horror that the two guards I had seen around the store were now inside. “What did they do to you?!” Juliet asked, holding my shoulders.

“Madam, please…”

“Stop calling me Madam! I’m Juliet!” She shook me: “Peter, please come back to yourself! We've known each other for years.”

One of the guards approached.

“Madam, is that Attendant bothering you?”

“What? No! Of course, not! He is a friend of mine.”

“IT, it is an Attendant Madam, it cannot be a friend of yours. Attendant, what lie did you tell to that lady?”

“I did not lie, Sir. I promise!” I pleaded, and looking at Juliet: “Please Madam, he is right, I’m just an Attendant now.”

She was agitated. Did she realize she had put me in trouble?

“Attendant, you are surely doing something wrong if this lady mistakes you for a man.”

“I’m not mistaking! He is a man. He has done nothing wrong! That’s insane!” Juliet cried out, not realizing she was only making things worse.

“Attendant, I think we need to remind that lady of your place in our society.”

“Yes, Sir.” I said, terrified of what would happen next.

“Lick the floor.” Ordered the guard.

One of the cashiers had come at the end of the aisle to check what was happening. Juliet’s eyes were tearing up as I went on all fours and started to lick the dirty floor. The cashier sighed and went back to her work. I knew my apron was barely hiding anything of me in that position. The feeling of my tongue against the tile was awful.

“No, stop! Please make him stop!” Juliet said to the guard.

“Clearly, she still does not understand.” The guard spat on his boot. “Lick, Attendant.”

This was disgusting, and doing it in front of my colleague, friend, crush, was even more humiliating. But I did it. I was too afraid that my father would learn that I was not even able to go to the stores without turning it into a scandal.

I stuck my tongue out and licked. I even kissed the guard’s boot to show my total submission. I was his bitch.

“Ok, Ok! I understand!” Pleaded Juliet.

“Good.” Said the guard.

“Thank you, Sir, may I resume with my shopping?” I enquired.

“Sure, Attendant." He spat right on my face for good measures, a thick white ounce of saliva was covering my lips, nose up to right under my right eye.

“You better keep that on your face until you are out of the store Attendant. I think it will be a good reminder for all people in here of your condition! For fuck’s sake, we thought the apron uniform was a sufficient indicator!”

Juliet looked at me, desperately trying to help me. I formed the word “Go!” with my mouth discreetly. “PLEASE GO”, I mouthed again, she finally got the message.

“My apologies, I was the one talking to the Attendant. I… I understand now.” She left the aisle and the store without finishing her shopping. Eventually, the guard left too, joining his colleague with a smirk. I was left there, to finish my task with his disgusting spit all over my face.

Sadly, this was not the most disturbing encounter I made in the store that day. As I was walking to the cashier, I saw another Attendant. But something was wrong with him (or should I say with it?), seriously wrong.

I saw him first from behind and could not even distinguish his skin from all the scars and bruises he had all over his back and legs. I could not believe my eyes; he was seriously injured. He was bald and completely hairless. He was wearing a silver collar and his neck was purple all around it. But the worst came when I saw his face, he had a black eye and an impressive bump on his forehead. His lips were swollen.

The guards had gone out of the store and in this aisle, there were only the two of us. I was taking an inconsiderate risk, especially after what had just happened, but I could not help myself.

“What did they do to you?” I whispered to him. “You must go, leave! They are going to kill you! You should be in an hospital.”

He looked at me but his eyes looked empty. How did his Owner let him go out like this? It was evident that he was the victim of the worst kind of abuse. How bad was it in private!?

“He is not allowed to do that do you! Article 4!” I recited: “The Attendant shall be considered as a being, outside of the authorized punishments, the Owner shall not be overly cruel with his Attendant.”

“Article 160” He quoted back at me: “The severity of the Attendant’s punishment shall reflect the misbehaviour for which it is being punished for.”

“Yes, exactly! He cannot hurt you like that! This is torture!”

“My Owner considers that the punishment is proportionate to the crime I had committed.” He was talking like a robot. It gave me chills.

“What could you possibly have done to deserve this? Nothing can justify this!”

“I do not seem to manage to please my Owner in full satisfaction.”

I was genuinely terrified for him.

“How long has this been going on? You have to go!”

“Attendant, are you suggesting that my Owner would be in the wrong, that I should not follow his commands?”

“Yes! You have rights! We have rights! You should…”

“Lodge a complaint? To whom? To say what?” He smiled of a horrible smile, full of despair, he was missing a bunch of his teeth. I had never seen someone who looked that bad and was not in intense care at the hospital.

“To…” I realized that despite making us learn about our very few rights, we had actually never been told how to activate them back in the Centre. Who should we turn to if we were mistreated? “Look, my father, well my Owner, is very…”

“Please Attendant, for your sake and mine, I beg you to let me be.”

And then it hit me, I was doing to him what Juliet had done to me just a few minutes before. I thought I was helping him but surely, I was just aggravating his situation.

I took a step back, he resumed his shopping. In shock, I went to the cashier and paid.

Outside, a man strangely looked at my face, he seemed on the verge of puking just by seeing me. Had I become so repulsive? I had forgotten I still had the guard’s spit all over my face. He was waiting on the parking lot; I did not wipe it off until I was far gone.

The walk back was painful, physically, it was hard to carry the groceries but mentally, it was worse. I could not forget the face of this man, or rather, of this Attendant. How could he accept that? Why did he not run? This was unacceptable! This was beyond torture. Even prison, even death would be a better alternative!

But then, I realized, I was walking down a street merely naked, bare foot, I just licked someone shoe in a middle of a store, and I had walked around with his spit on my face. I had sunk very low too.

At that very moment, I made a promise to myself, I would not stand for physical abuses, but again, I had already fell down to that level, at that point my father had slapped me numerous times.

Much like this Attendant, I could not go anywhere. Even if I did attempt to escape, I was not only putting myself in danger, but my whole family. Was that the reasoning of that Attendant too? Still, I would not stand for serious physical abuses.

Back in the house, I fell down in the entrance and broke down in tears. It took me hours to collect myself and eat something. In the end, the thought that some had it way worse than me sadly helped me to get up. I should not complain of my condition, things could always get worse.

And they surely did.

Upon reflexion, I thought it would be a bad idea to tell my father about what had happened in the store, both regarding Juliet and regarding the Attendant. I did not want him to tell me how lucky I was not to be treated like this poor guy, and I also wanted him to be reassured that my trip outside of the house had gone smoothly.

When he arrived, he took a metal box from his trunk. He went to put it in the garage but did not mention it.

The dinner went pretty well given the circumstances. My brother asked me to refill his glass a bunch of times and I obliged. The requests were pretty harmless but I did wonder if he was remembering that we had promised each other this would just be an act. Did we make that promise though? I could not remember exactly. The past few days had been so surreal.

For the first time ever that day, I did not exchange a single kind word with my brother and he never addressed me differently than “Attendant”.

After dinner, I was asked to prepare the gym equipment for my father. He liked to have a late training on Tuesday’s evenings. I used to join him; Now, this would have been silly of me to dare asking for us to train together. What if someone came in and surprised us bounding together? I did not even try.

In the garage, the metal box he had brought in, peaked my interest again.

My curiosity got the best of me. I took a look. I should not have.

Inside of the box, I was faced with my worst nightmare: a swift, a baton, some paddles, some ropes and laces, a whip, a collar and other tools of torture.

Immediately, the mutilated body of the Attendant I had seen in the store earlier that day came back into my mind.

My step-father entered the garage in his shorts and a tank top, ready for his training session. He saw me looking at the box. I got scared.

“Attendant, I did not authorize you to take a look!”

“Dad!” I begged. I had not broken from my character all day but I was legitimatly afraid at this point. “Dad… why…”

My father saw my distress and he did not scold me for my reaction. Frankly, he seemed cramped.

“Look. This is only for the inspection. I do not intend to use them. We need to play the part. I was strongly advised to procure those tools.”

“Promise me, Dad, promise me you will never hurt me!”

The atmosphere felt heavy. Just asking this was abnormal but I had to. I had come to realize that nothing was granted anymore. My dad thought for a minute and settled:

“Attendant, go back to your room now.”

“I don’t have a room, Owner. I don't have anything!” I replied, outraged.

He sighed.

“You know what I mean, go!”

I got out of the garage and ran to my mattress.

Some long hours later, I fell asleep with that dark thought stuck in my head: he could not promise he would not hurt me.

[TO BE CONTINUED]
Yeap, this story will only get twister and twister.

“He could not promise he would not hurt me”. Ohhhh my goodness that got me

 

[xwintour]

I. NEED. MOREEEE! I'M OBESESSEDDDDDDD

 

[nhguy78]

This is why we can't allow Mike Pence type of people to lead the country ever again.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 6: The Commander’s nephew (Part 1)

I guess I am the living proof that one can get used to anything. By the end of my first week back at home, I had developed a routine.

I would wake up before dawn so I could eat privately. I would then use the toilets and shower. I would shave my pubes clean if need be. Still very early, I would prepare the breakfast for my brother and my step-father. I would kneel down upon their arrival in the kitchen and would greet them with their appropriate denominations: “Sir” and “Owner”.

During the week days, they would leave for work or for school and I would take care of the house chores. I would work-out a few hours a day and, when I would dare to, I would jerk-off in my father’s bed over his Playboy magazines.

There were twelve of them, I paced myself to enjoy them thoroughly, one erotic magazine at a time. We could clearly differentiate the ones I had opened to the ones I had not touched yet which were still very neat. I guessed that my step-father was treating them like treasures. That meant he probably knew what I was doing but he never commented on it.

In the evening, I would prepare and serve dinner and, it had become a habit, would massage my step-father’s bare feet.

I had troubles justifying why this particular task was necessary to keep our charade going but I did not want to seem ungrateful. I had noticed that money was tighter than ever before and I knew it was because my return had cost a fortune to my step-father.

I would remain naked at all time except when I would exceptionally go out.

Although the house did feel like a prison, going out was even worse. I hated them all: those who pitied me and those who abused me.

I had learnt to accept my step-father dominance. He was under a lot of pressure at work and he had made a lot of sacrifices to ensure that I would come back home. Sure, the foot massage was a bit much but I had gotten used to it and I understood why we needed to keep playing our parts. Also, it was somewhat more bearable to be given orders by a charismatic and naturally dominant father.

My main worry was my brother. After being unease at first, I thought he was starting to enjoy his role of “Master” a bit too much. He would grunt if his toasts were not perfectly cooked or if his bed was not perfectly made.

At this point, I could not help but resenting him. Often, I would think that this was all because of him. He was the fag of the house after all! He was the one who put me and the whole family in this mess, just because he could not help himself from watching gay porn! And not once, he had admitted to his sins to my dad. Not once, he had admitted them to me.

My brother could deny all he wanted; his looks could not fool me. Often, he would stare at my dick, at my ass. He was more and more obvious about it. Once, I could swear that he dropped the tv remote at his feet just so I could bend over and pick it up for him.

When I was in a good day, but those were becoming rare, I could reason myself that Martin never asked for me to take the blame for his crime. And I could remind myself that actually, there was no crime at all. Not matter what, this enslavement was unjustified, gay or not, him or me, it would be the same unfairness.

I was simply doing what big brothers should do to protect their siblings. I was fulfilling the promise made to my dying mother.

I also convinced myself that my younger brother needed to practice in order to commit to his “master” role. I, too, felt like a real servant, and at times, I forgot this was all play pretend. It was not surprising that my brother would get lost in his role as well.

Maybe ten days after I had been back at the house, Martin suggested that two of his mates from his swimming team come home after training. In our life before, it was not unusual we had some friends over but this had not happened since I had become an Attendant.

Our father was reluctant to the idea. On one hand, we needed to show off what a good and obedient Attendant I was, but on the other hand, he would not be there to supervise and one of the guys, Mark Johnson, was the nephew of a high-ranked Commander. We could not mess this up.

This name rang a bell and I knew I had already met him a couple of times but everything from my life before was sort of a blur.

“Dad, they are getting suspicious on why they cannot come home anymore. It’s like we’re hiding something!”

My brother was smart playing on our step-father’s biggest fear that people maybe think he was too lax with his former-son Attendant.

He accepted that the two guys come over, giving me a harsh warning:

“Do not mess this up Attendant, you see how things are going now? We are in a good place. It’s entirely up to you to make sure this stays that way. Be on your best behaviour. Obey. That Mark kid better comes back to his home, impressed by how disciplined you were!”

I was not such in a “good place” myself but I guessed this was still better than actual prison and I knew things would get far worse elsewhere. I thought of the Attendant I had seen seriously bruised and mutilated at the store. I nodded yes, as if I had any say in the matter.

“And you know, this is not only about the three of us anymore. President Ganderson is reconsidering the Attendant Law. There are strong lobbies at play.”

Lobbies were fighting against this atrocious law? Finally! I thought. But as often, my sudden hope was very short lived:

“There are strong lobbies to pass a new Law which would deny every single right left to the Attendants, it would make their values go way up and the State definitely needs the money.”

How much more right could they take away from me, from us? My brother asked the question for me:

“What more could they want? The lobbies?”

“Let’s say that some people are ready to buy the Attendants for way more money if they were absolutely free to do whatever they wanted with them, without any consequences.”

“But they can already do whatever they want? I mean, we can do whatever we want with it.” I hated that phrase. My brother was fully aware of his legal power over me.

“In theory, we are not supposed to torture or kill our Attendant, without a cause.”

A stone fell into my stomach. I did not know what was the most chilling: the casual tone of my step-father, the fact that he said “in theory”, or the fact that he may consider as normal to torture me if there were “a cause”. I thought of the metal box in our garage.

“One of the arguments of these guys, despite the money, is that the Law as it is, is unsustainable. Attendants always seem to rebel and refuse orders, and things often turn out messy. General Schneider himself suggested that I, that we, could be the example of the benefits of the current Attendant’s status. If I want to have any shot at pushing back on the harsher laws, I need to show that, in my own life, the Code as it stands now, is sufficient to keep my Attendant under control”

“I imagine that would help your political career greatly…” I said sombrely. “Owner.”

“Yes. It would also help your life! As well as the lives of all your fellow Attendants!”

Again, the conversation ended as if I was the crazy unreasonable one. I knew better then; I should have kept my mouth shut and thanked my step-father politely for his efforts to maintain any sort of dignity for me and my “fellow Attendants”.

I felt relieved when my brother and father left the house. I went training to sweat my feelings away and ended up jerking off in the shower afterwards. Was masturbation the only remaining pleasure I had in my life?

That day, I had to go to the store again.

Walking to the centre of the town in my grey apron was still something I needed to get accustomed to. My feet hurt and my shame hurt even more. I passed through the house where a bunch of guys had bullied me the week before. I almost fell when I realized.

Mark Johnson.

Mark from my brother’s swimming team.

He was one of the guys hazing me that day!

Shit. I needed to warn my brother, I wanted to beg him not to make Mark come home. He had been awful in public; he would be worst in private!

I wanted to leave, run away barely naked in the middle of the streets. Although, I would not have gone very far and despite everything, I could not bring myself to betray my father’s trust. Who knew what would happen to an Owner who could not keep his Attendant under control?

In the store, the number of Attendants doing the shopping for their households seemed to have grown significantly since the last time I had been there. There was a rather old guy wearing the familiar apron and a silver collar, I had never seen him before. As every Attendant, he was in pretty good shape but he had grey hair and looked like an old military official in retirement. To be honest, with his apron uniform on, he did not look much like anything now.

And then, in the yogurts’ aisle, there was a familiar blond and angelic face. Nathan!

I was thankful he looked ok and I could not help myself approaching him.

Pretending to choose some milk products, I whispered to him discreetly:

“Nathan.” He jumped, looked beside him but he did not seem to recognize me. “It’s me, Peter, from the training Centre.”

“I know, sssh, there is a camera in this aisle, meet me near the fruits’ section.”

He was smarter than me. I let him go and continue on with my step-father’s list. When it looked safe, I went to join Nathan. We were still very cautious but he was right, no camera there.

“How are you doing?” I asked in a whisper.

“I’m fine. I mean, this is hell, of course, but I guess people have it worse than me.” Nathan smiled faintly. He was such a beautiful 18 years old boy, his all life in front of him.

“I saw a guy one time here. He was a wreck, scars all over, bruises, he was missing a bunch of teeth…” I spoke.

“I know him. He belonged to the Spencer’s house.”

“Belonged?”

“He fucking burnt the house down!”

“What?” I spoke too loudly, realised my mistake and took a step back to check on some apples. Thankfully, nobody appeared to have heard me.

“Jeez Peter, don’t get us killed, please.”

“Sorry” I mumbled.

“It was a whole thing; my Owner was working with Spencer. There is no proof that the Attendant did it and they tried to bury the info anyway, they don’t want others to get bad ideas.”

Nathan had a devilish smile; it was clashing with his natural innocent traits. “It did give me some ideas though, burn all those fuckers down!”

“Are they dead? I mean, Nathan, those fuckers, they are our neighbours, my own family…”

“Your family?” For the first time, Nathan looked puzzled.

“I’m doing my Attendance at home, well at my father’s place.”

“Really? I did not know this was possible. How is it going then?”

“Ok, I guess… It’s fucking weird. As you said, I know some people have it worse than me. Does your Owner hit you?”

“No, well from time to time if I don’t obey quick enough, but they mostly rape me.”

I dropped the apple I was holding in my hand.

“They… they rape you?” I was remembering the couple who got him at the Centre.

“Yeah… well, they mostly took me in to satisfy their sexual cravings. The house chores are a bonus that came with their new sex-toy. They make me do things, with them… I mean sucking the guy’s dick is fine, but they make me eat the woman pussy too… They do other stuff as well, things I did not even know about… They sure know how to take advantage of my chastity cage to make me obedient.”

“I’m so sorry, Nathan.”

“Eh… At least we are not out there slowly dying from chemical wastes. I still hope this non sense will end soon, and when it does, I’d rather be alive than dead…”

I was about to tell him about the conversation I had this morning about the lobbies, how worse things could get, when I noticed one of the cashiers was looking straight at us. We could never know who would snitch so I moved around.

“I’m usually here at noon, two to three times a week." I whispered.

The news I had learnt while chatting with Nathan were somewhat scary but I had my first real conversation with someone who could understand what I was going through. This was something to hold on to. And he was right, this bullshit would certainly end soon and when that time comes, I would better still be alive.

This semblance of optimism was far from enough to make me feel better and soon after, the only thing on my mind was the dreaded arrival of my brother and his friends. I continued with my chores at home, only thinking about my last encounter with Mark Johnson: “How many dicks have you sucked today, pussy boy?” He had shouted at me.

The pretence of their visit was for the three 18 years old to study together before their final highschool tests coming soon. The real reason was slightly different. The word that Martin’s older brother had turned into an Attendant had spread around the school and his classmates were dying to see that.

As anticipated, they arrived while my father was still at work. The weather was hot that day and the three of them were wearing loose shorts and tank tops while carrying their bags containing their speedos and gym clothes.

Mark and Sam were both blond and their bodies were very developed for their young age. They both were destined to go fight on the battlefields (probably on the south Pacific) in just a few months. Their brains were still the ones of teenage boys though.

“Wow! That’s sick! And that was your brother!” Mark said when entering the house, I was kneeling down in the entrance.

“Fuck, he’s actually naked!” Sam commented, grossed out.

“It”, corrected my brother. “I told you, you cannot call it “he”.”

“And IT just does not talk? Unless we make him to?!” Mark, Commander Johnson’s nephew, was visibly very impressed. I guess that being in that position, I was a bully’s dream come to life.

“Yeah. Look guys. Attendant, greet my friends.” Ordered my brother.

I swallowed heavily.

“Good evening, Sirs.” I said, like the fucking robot that I had become.

“Wow! And it can do whatever we want?”

“Of course, see, it has already prepared some stuff for us to eat!”

“But you’re not afraid? Having a fag in your house?” If Mark was clearly excited, Sam was less enthusiastic.

Not that he cared for my well-being though, he seemed only concerned by having a naked gay guy around him. If only he knew that his friend, with whom he was probably showering side by side in the locker-room, was actually the one gay Clarck’s brother.

“No, it is very obedient. It has been well trained.”

“I hear some of them get castrated. I think it is safer.” Continued Sam, still unease.

“We thought about it but we figured that if we want to sell it later on, some people would rather have it with its dick still working.”

I was mortified hearing Martin say that, then he added, merciless:

“Pick up our bags and bring them to my room, Attendant.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I obliged immediately; the two guests were fascinated. My brother was very pleased to be in control.

“What should we make it do?” Asked Mark when I came back in the living room, kneeling down near my brother.

[Chapter 6 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

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 6: The Commander’s nephew (Part 2)

“I don’t know, it can do all of the house chores, it can…”

“Jump!” Said Mark, cutting off my brother. It was such a silly command; At first, I did not get that he was talking to me. “I said: Jump, Attendant!” He repeated.

I looked at my brother. He was expressionless. I started jumping. I felt like a stupid moron. Mark busted out laughing, very proud of himself. I stopped.

“Who told you to stop, Attendant?” Mark shouted.

“Sir?” I pleaded to my younger brother.

“You heard my friend, jump!” He replied, showing the same sign of exasperation as my father when I would not obey right away.

“Sir?” I repeated. This was ridiculous. Martin could stop that, in the absence of our step-father, he had the most power over me in this house.

My brother stood up and slapped me.

It was the first time he did that. Instinctively, I pushed him back violently. His two friends were stunned by my reaction, my brother too. “Don’t push me” I whispered to him, on edge.

“Maybe we should leave him, sorry, it, alone?” Asked Sam, visibly worried.

“Is it allowed to do this? You could report it, Martin! You should punish it for its misbehaviours! My uncle has one Attendant, he has put an electric collar on it, you should put a collar on this one too!” Advised Mark.

Both my brother and I knew we had messed up. Mark Johnson was going to tell to his powerful uncle that the Attendant in the Clarck’s household was undisciplined. This is precisely what we were asked to avoid.

I started to jump again, like a ridiculous toy, up and down. I wanted them to forget that I had ever questioned the order. I wanted them to forget about my outburst.

“Look at it go again! See, I scared it!” Mark laughed even louder “Come on, let’s play guys! Relax Sam, you see, it cannot do much harm!”

Sam remained very cautious.

My brother was speechless for a while, hypnotised by my dick flapping against my thighs. He came back in the conversation to encourage his friend:

“Go ahead Sam, you can give it orders too. It’s simple. On your knees, Attendant!”

I stopped jumping and got on my knees immediately. I tried to reason myself. Sure, this was a painful moment but it will pass. Better to live this for a couple of hours rather than going through this type of shit 24/7 in another household.

“On all fours!” Commanded Mark.

This position with my bare ass on display was even more humiliating than being on my knees, but again, I obliged. It was not the first time that I exposed my ass this way.

“Crawl around us.” This time, it was Sam. His very first command. It made me think of my brother, how he was unease at first, and now…

“BARK! Bark like a dog” requested Mark.

“Woof, Woof”, I barked, while I was still crawling around them. That seemed to relax Sam a bit. I got chills all over my body when I realized that my brother was now laughing grossly with Mark.

But the young Johnson bully was not done:

“Slap yourself!” He shouted between two laughs.

The order did not even surprise me. I got back on my knees and slapped my own face. I had come so low.

“Harder.”

I slapped myself harder.

“Harder, Attendant!”

I slapped myself even harder.

I was broken. I really hurt myself this time. But somehow, the physical pain I was feeling outside was a distraction from the humiliation and deep sorrow I was feeling inside. Looking straight at my brother, I started to slap my own face like a mad man, without stopping. I came to enjoy the physical pain.

“FUCK! LOOK AT IT, GO!” Mark Johnson was in heaven witnessing this.

“Wait Mark! We must not leave it with permanent marks. At least, not without a cause.” Objected Martin. “Stop Attendant, Stop!”

I stopped hitting myself, rather satisfied to have managed to unsettle my younger brother.

“It disobeyed earlier, no? We can punish it! It deserves the slaps, and more!” Argued Mark.

“I decide of the punishment, Mark.” Whether this was to help me or to assert his dominance, I was thankful for my brother’s reaction there – finally!

“Cool, of course. Don’t get mad! You were the one who told us you were making it do crazy stuff. I just wanted to check if you were full of shit or not.” Mark grinned.

“I do make it does a lot of crazy stuff! But you’ll do what you want with your own Attendant, this one is mine.”

For a split second, I thought I had avoided the worst, that my brother had decided to put a stop to the humiliation. But I was wrong.

“Well, it is your father’s Attendant, not yours.” Corrected Sam.

This ticked something off in Martin.

“Take a good look at that, guys. Attendant, take off my sneakers and smell my feet!” My brother said, falling down in the armchair usually occupied by our step-father.

As mentioned, the weather was very hot.

“That’s gross man! You stink!” Mocked Sam.

“That’s the point dummy.” Said Mark with a grin, sitting down on the couch and removing his own sneakers.

Without thinking - I was actually doing everything in my power not to think about what was happening - I crawled on all fours to my brother’s feet. I removed his sneakers. I sniffed on his grey socks; they were soaked with sweat. I did not even wait for his order to take the socks off and to bury my nose between my brother’s toes. Indeed, the smell was awful.

Martin started to hit my face with his feet. “Swallow my socks!”

My brain was working slowly. I did not get it at first. “Put the socks in your fucking mouth!”

I did it, I put the filthy socks in my mouth and chewed on them.

“THAT IS SICK!” Rejoiced Mark.

I almost chocked with the socks a couple of times. I could have puked.

“Come on, suck on my feet Attendant!”

Finally, I could spit the dirty socks out of my mouth. Maybe I could breathe again but my brother's feet were now on my face. I was so distraught, I got out of myself for a moment. This was not me. Someone else was taking his younger brother stinky feet and were putting them in his mouth.

No, it was me. I kissed my brother’s feet and then, I proceeded to lick them, to suck on them deep, to choke myself with them, pushing his right foot fully in my throat. I looked right in my brother’s eyes, there was rage in them. In mine too. I went on my task like a maniac, I sucked on his feet with passion. It lasted a few more minutes.

My brother’s feet were soaking wet with my saliva when something violently hit the back of my head. Mark’s sneaker.

“Go on, go take care of my friends’ feet now!” Ordered Martin.

I turned around. Mark and Sam were sitting side by side on the couch, they were both bare feet at this point. I did my due diligence and went to suck on their toes as well. They put their feet so close to each other, their leg touching (no homo, right?) and I fitted both Sam’s right big toe and Mark’s left big toe in my mouth.

They seemed to enjoy that a lot. Mark was having the time of his life.

“Look how it goes at it! Fuck that fag! It loves it so much! Suck that like a big juicy cock! You love that, right?”

Without being asked, I barked like a dog again and took Sam’s whole foot in my mouth. I gagged. My brother stood up and I caught his disgusted look. Why though? I had become the depraved slut he wanted me to be, right? Even shy Sam spat on my face while I was going on his feet. Everybody had understood I had become a bitch.

This gave Mark an idea. The highschooler cool be creative, he invented a new game!

The rules were pretty simple: 100 points if you manage to spit in the Attendant’s mouth (I had to keep it wide open of course), 50 points if you hit the face, 10 points if you hit the rest of the body, 0 point if you miss your shot.

After everything that I had been through, this was still a new low.

When Mark or Sam were spitting on me, I felt gross, but when my own brother was doing it, I felt like a part of me was dying inside. This was sickening but Martin was very good at aiming and reaching his target: my throat. He did not seem too happy though, contrary to his two mates who were having a lot of fun, Martin's face was sombre.

After only a few minutes, I was drenched with spit and could not even see around me, my eyes were blinded and sticky. It hurt like hell.

The boys were getting tired of their game too.

“Look, I can use it as a feet holder!” Mark went to sit back on the couch and moved me around so I would completely be lying down on my back, my face below him. His put his two stinky teenagers’ feet over my head. “Look, the freak is getting hard!”

I was not though. Or at least, I did not think that I was? I was not really there. This was just a nightmare. I would wake up soon and my mom would be there, alive, next to me.

“Go get us some beers, Attendant.” That was my brother, he kicked me in the abs when saying that.

I went. I picked up the beers in the fridge and noticed my hands were heavily shaking. I took a deep breath. I had confessed to a crime that I did not commit precisely one month before that day. All it took was this one month for the free man that I was to become my brother and friends’ trash can.

My mind was a blank.

What choice did I have, really? I went back in the living room.

“Come back here, I was not down with my feet rubbing.” Said Mark upon my return, taking the fresh beer in his hand.

They started drinking. While I was gone, they had mentioned a girl in their class.

“I can tell you! I would love to have Laura as my Attendant! She will be well worth my money! Mandatory clothes at home: a butt-plug and… and that’s it!” Sam had definitely loosened up.

“Can you imagine? I’m sure they will soon implement the system for girls too! With that, we will really have some fun!”

Suddenly Sam shouted:

“He’s looking under your shorts Mark! I mean, it, the Attendant! It is looking at your dick!”

Mark smashed his feet on my face, I was shook for a few seconds. He took a big sip of his beer and spat it all over me.

“The fucking degenerate was looking at my dick?” Mark stoop up, I was lying down between his legs, he grabbed his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Is this what you want, you freak?”

“Mark, I’m sure it was not…”

“DON’T DEFEND YOUR FAG BROTHER, MARTIN! IT’S BAD ENOUGH YOU HAVE THE SAME BLOOD AS THIS DEGENERATE”

My brother was losing control of the situation.

“It is not… Don’t say that, Mark! It is no longer my brother!”

A few weeks ago, these few words would have been enough to make me break. But at this point, I was just numb.

“No, it’s not! Cause it is a fucking cock sucker!” Mark dropped his shorts and above my head, his hairy ass and balls were all that I could see. He grabbed his now semi-erected cock in his hand. It was big already. “This is what you like uh? Fag?” He kicked me again, his feet on my pecs. It hurt. “ANSWER ME ATTENDANT!”

“Yes… Sir… Yes.” He had hit me again on my thorax and this cut my breath away.

“Mark, you are not going to have him… suck your cock?” Enquired Sam.

I bet he would not have asked the same question if it was Laura who was lying beneath Mark, but I was glad that Sam seemed grossed out by this turn of event. Maybe it would calm Mark Johnson down. I would not suck a man’s cock, this was not ok, not in front of my brother. I would resist that command, no matter the consequences!

“I could!” Replied Mark, my heart shivered. “But it would like that too much! I’d rather have it eat my manly hairy ass.”

The bully did not lose any time putting his words into action. I saw his big hairy ass coming towards me and one second later, I was suffocating.

“PUT THAT FAG TONGUE IN THERE! CLEAN THAT ASS!” He yelled.

I stuck my tongue out, but could not see anything. I could not feel anything. If I thought sucking feet or getting spat on were bad, this was so much worse. Mark Johnson positioned my face so my tongue would fall right on his hairy and musky anus. He managed to put his hands on my throat at the same time but he was not satisfied yet:

“MARTIN, ASK YOUR ATTENDANT TO RIM ME BETTER THAN THAT! IT NEEDS TO FEEL WHAT A STRAIGHT MALE IS LIKE.”

Sam tried to intervene, he mumbled something, but my brother had knelt down next to me to push my head further towards his mate’s asshole. My tongue was fully in now.

“Lick that ass.” Martin whispered to me.

“Guys… I think someone’s coming…” Said Sam.

“Loosen up Sam! We are just playing around! Yeah, that’s right Attendant, suck on my ass properly! I think it needs some cleaning, not sure I used toilet papers this morning." He was laughing like a mad man. "See Sam, it LOVES it!”

My brother was still holding the back of my head. I was breathing with difficulty. At some point, buried in that raw asshole, I thought that I was about to die.

“Now, lick my big balls!” Mark changed his position so I could lick his balls, his dick was now fully hard. My brother reached for my hand and placed it on his own dick. Martin’s erect cock was out of his shorts too, I grabbed it without seeing it, too focused on his friend’ genitals.

“Jerk off my dick.” My brother commanded.

I swallowed Mark’s hairy balls entirely while I was masturbating my brother. I felt his cock getting juicier, throbbing under my touch. I was not protesting; I was not crying. I was not really there.

Fuck, they were both precumming on me now.

“What the hell, I do need to release some milk, I guess we can reward it now. It must be craving for some cum!” Mark said. “Come on, you cleaned my ass well, I’ll be generous. Who cares, right? Suck on my big juicy cock Attendant!”

I felt some precum sliding on my cheeks, but before I could put my lips around the Commander nephew’s hard shaft, a strong voice came behind us:

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?”.

This was my father; he was coming to save me.

Or so I thought.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

I see that this story is way less popular than my other two posted on LPSG (Wrestling Team Gone Wild and My First Year in College). I mean, this is very dark and intense, so I totally get it.

I'm not too sure I will continue to post it here, but if you want to read it all, it's on my Patreon. Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon

I'm posting stories on here every week, on other websites, multiple times a week on my Patreon, it takes a lot of my time so I hope you understand that I need to prioritize.

This is not definitive at all, just let me know if there are some silent readers that I don't see onhere. I can change my mind.

Cheers!

 

[Kyokemokyo]

I’d love it if you would continue! It’s dark… but it’s soo good! Totally different to anything else, very intriguing, very horny!

 

[deleted867851]

The last part was super hot

 

[Buuhan]

The last part was super hot

I’ll admit I didn’t care for this story at first rather it was because it was dark, twisted, or slow. However, I love your work. The way you tell stories is inspiring. I can sense this story is about to pick up so I’m totally invested but I get you have to prioritize.

 

[Buuhan]

I’ll admit I didn’t care for this story at first rather it was because it was dark, twisted, or slow. However, I love your work. The way you tell stories is inspiring. I can sense this story is about to pick up so I’m totally invested but I get you have to prioritize.

My post was for the author lol sorry for the confusion

 

[Johnsmithabcd]

I’m enjoying it

 

[Insomnia2021]

The last part was super hot

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 6: The Commander’s nephew (Part 2)

“I don’t know, it can do all of the house chores, it can…”

“Jump!” Said Mark, cutting off my brother. It was such a silly command; At first, I did not get that he was talking to me. “I said: Jump, Attendant!” He repeated.

I looked at my brother. He was expressionless. I started jumping. I felt like a stupid moron. Mark busted out laughing, very proud of himself. I stopped.

“Who told you to stop, Attendant?” Mark shouted.

“Sir?” I pleaded to my younger brother.

“You heard my friend, jump!” He replied, showing the same sign of exasperation as my father when I would not obey right away.

“Sir?” I repeated. This was ridiculous. Martin could stop that, in the absence of our step-father, he had the most power over me in this house.

My brother stood up and slapped me.

It was the first time he did that. Instinctively, I pushed him back violently. His two friends were stunned by my reaction, my brother too. “Don’t push me” I whispered to him, on edge.

“Maybe we should leave him, sorry, it, alone?” Asked Sam, visibly worried.

“Is it allowed to do this? You could report it, Martin! You should punish it for its misbehaviours! My uncle has one Attendant, he has put an electric collar on it, you should put a collar on this one too!” Advised Mark.

Both my brother and I knew we had messed up. Mark Johnson was going to tell to his powerful uncle that the Attendant in the Clarck’s household was undisciplined. This is precisely what we were asked to avoid.

I started to jump again, like a ridiculous toy, up and down. I wanted them to forget that I had ever questioned the order. I wanted them to forget about my outburst.

“Look at it go again! See, I scared it!” Mark laughed even louder “Come on, let’s play guys! Relax Sam, you see, it cannot do much harm!”

Sam remained very cautious.

My brother was speechless for a while, hypnotised by my dick flapping against my thighs. He came back in the conversation to encourage his friend:

“Go ahead Sam, you can give it orders too. It’s simple. On your knees, Attendant!”

I stopped jumping and got on my knees immediately. I tried to reason myself. Sure, this was a painful moment but it will pass. Better to live this for a couple of hours rather than going through this type of shit 24/7 in another household.

“On all fours!” Commanded Mark.

This position with my bare ass on display was even more humiliating than being on my knees, but again, I obliged. It was not the first time that I exposed my ass this way.

“Crawl around us.” This time, it was Sam. His very first command. It made me think of my brother, how he was unease at first, and now…

“BARK! Bark like a dog” requested Mark.

“Woof, Woof”, I barked, while I was still crawling around them. That seemed to relax Sam a bit. I got chills all over my body when I realized that my brother was now laughing grossly with Mark.

But the young Johnson bully was not done:

“Slap yourself!” He shouted between two laughs.

The order did not even surprise me. I got back on my knees and slapped my own face. I had come so low.

“Harder.”

I slapped myself harder.

“Harder, Attendant!”

I slapped myself even harder.

I was broken. I really hurt myself this time. But somehow, the physical pain I was feeling outside was a distraction from the humiliation and deep sorrow I was feeling inside. Looking straight at my brother, I started to slap my own face like a mad man, without stopping. I came to enjoy the physical pain.

“FUCK! LOOK AT IT, GO!” Mark Johnson was in heaven witnessing this.

“Wait Mark! We must not leave it with permanent marks. At least, not without a cause.” Objected Martin. “Stop Attendant, Stop!”

I stopped hitting myself, rather satisfied to have managed to unsettle my younger brother.

“It disobeyed earlier, no? We can punish it! It deserves the slaps, and more!” Argued Mark.

“I decide of the punishment, Mark.” Whether this was to help me or to assert his dominance, I was thankful for my brother’s reaction there – finally!

“Cool, of course. Don’t get mad! You were the one who told us you were making it do crazy stuff. I just wanted to check if you were full of shit or not.” Mark grinned.

“I do make it does a lot of crazy stuff! But you’ll do what you want with your own Attendant, this one is mine.”

For a split second, I thought I had avoided the worst, that my brother had decided to put a stop to the humiliation. But I was wrong.

“Well, it is your father’s Attendant, not yours.” Corrected Sam.

This ticked something off in Martin.

“Take a good look at that, guys. Attendant, take off my sneakers and smell my feet!” My brother said, falling down in the armchair usually occupied by our step-father.

As mentioned, the weather was very hot.

“That’s gross man! You stink!” Mocked Sam.

“That’s the point dummy.” Said Mark with a grin, sitting down on the couch and removing his own sneakers.

Without thinking - I was actually doing everything in my power not to think about what was happening - I crawled on all fours to my brother’s feet. I removed his sneakers. I sniffed on his grey socks; they were soaked with sweat. I did not even wait for his order to take the socks off and to bury my nose between my brother’s toes. Indeed, the smell was awful.

Martin started to hit my face with his feet. “Swallow my socks!”

My brain was working slowly. I did not get it at first. “Put the socks in your fucking mouth!”

I did it, I put the filthy socks in my mouth and chewed on them.

“THAT IS SICK!” Rejoiced Mark.

I almost chocked with the socks a couple of times. I could have puked.

“Come on, suck on my feet Attendant!”

Finally, I could spit the dirty socks out of my mouth. Maybe I could breathe again but my brother's feet were now on my face. I was so distraught, I got out of myself for a moment. This was not me. Someone else was taking his younger brother stinky feet and were putting them in his mouth.

No, it was me. I kissed my brother’s feet and then, I proceeded to lick them, to suck on them deep, to choke myself with them, pushing his right foot fully in my throat. I looked right in my brother’s eyes, there was rage in them. In mine too. I went on my task like a maniac, I sucked on his feet with passion. It lasted a few more minutes.

My brother’s feet were soaking wet with my saliva when something violently hit the back of my head. Mark’s sneaker.

“Go on, go take care of my friends’ feet now!” Ordered Martin.

I turned around. Mark and Sam were sitting side by side on the couch, they were both bare feet at this point. I did my due diligence and went to suck on their toes as well. They put their feet so close to each other, their leg touching (no homo, right?) and I fitted both Sam’s right big toe and Mark’s left big toe in my mouth.

They seemed to enjoy that a lot. Mark was having the time of his life.

“Look how it goes at it! Fuck that fag! It loves it so much! Suck that like a big juicy cock! You love that, right?”

Without being asked, I barked like a dog again and took Sam’s whole foot in my mouth. I gagged. My brother stood up and I caught his disgusted look. Why though? I had become the depraved slut he wanted me to be, right? Even shy Sam spat on my face while I was going on his feet. Everybody had understood I had become a bitch.

This gave Mark an idea. The highschooler cool be creative, he invented a new game!

The rules were pretty simple: 100 points if you manage to spit in the Attendant’s mouth (I had to keep it wide open of course), 50 points if you hit the face, 10 points if you hit the rest of the body, 0 point if you miss your shot.

After everything that I had been through, this was still a new low.

When Mark or Sam were spitting on me, I felt gross, but when my own brother was doing it, I felt like a part of me was dying inside. This was sickening but Martin was very good at aiming and reaching his target: my throat. He did not seem too happy though, contrary to his two mates who were having a lot of fun, Martin's face was sombre.

After only a few minutes, I was drenched with spit and could not even see around me, my eyes were blinded and sticky. It hurt like hell.

The boys were getting tired of their game too.

“Look, I can use it as a feet holder!” Mark went to sit back on the couch and moved me around so I would completely be lying down on my back, my face below him. His put his two stinky teenagers’ feet over my head. “Look, the freak is getting hard!”

I was not though. Or at least, I did not think that I was? I was not really there. This was just a nightmare. I would wake up soon and my mom would be there, alive, next to me.

“Go get us some beers, Attendant.” That was my brother, he kicked me in the abs when saying that.

I went. I picked up the beers in the fridge and noticed my hands were heavily shaking. I took a deep breath. I had confessed to a crime that I did not commit precisely one month before that day. All it took was this one month for the free man that I was to become my brother and friends’ trash can.

My mind was a blank.

What choice did I have, really? I went back in the living room.

“Come back here, I was not down with my feet rubbing.” Said Mark upon my return, taking the fresh beer in his hand.

They started drinking. While I was gone, they had mentioned a girl in their class.

“I can tell you! I would love to have Laura as my Attendant! She will be well worth my money! Mandatory clothes at home: a butt-plug and… and that’s it!” Sam had definitely loosened up.

“Can you imagine? I’m sure they will soon implement the system for girls too! With that, we will really have some fun!”

Suddenly Sam shouted:

“He’s looking under your shorts Mark! I mean, it, the Attendant! It is looking at your dick!”

Mark smashed his feet on my face, I was shook for a few seconds. He took a big sip of his beer and spat it all over me.

“The fucking degenerate was looking at my dick?” Mark stoop up, I was lying down between his legs, he grabbed his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Is this what you want, you freak?”

“Mark, I’m sure it was not…”

“DON’T DEFEND YOUR FAG BROTHER, MARTIN! IT’S BAD ENOUGH YOU HAVE THE SAME BLOOD AS THIS DEGENERATE”

My brother was losing control of the situation.

“It is not… Don’t say that, Mark! It is no longer my brother!”

A few weeks ago, these few words would have been enough to make me break. But at this point, I was just numb.

“No, it’s not! Cause it is a fucking cock sucker!” Mark dropped his shorts and above my head, his hairy ass and balls were all that I could see. He grabbed his now semi-erected cock in his hand. It was big already. “This is what you like uh? Fag?” He kicked me again, his feet on my pecs. It hurt. “ANSWER ME ATTENDANT!”

“Yes… Sir… Yes.” He had hit me again on my thorax and this cut my breath away.

“Mark, you are not going to have him… suck your cock?” Enquired Sam.

I bet he would not have asked the same question if it was Laura who was lying beneath Mark, but I was glad that Sam seemed grossed out by this turn of event. Maybe it would calm Mark Johnson down. I would not suck a man’s cock, this was not ok, not in front of my brother. I would resist that command, no matter the consequences!

“I could!” Replied Mark, my heart shivered. “But it would like that too much! I’d rather have it eat my manly hairy ass.”

The bully did not lose any time putting his words into action. I saw his big hairy ass coming towards me and one second later, I was suffocating.

“PUT THAT FAG TONGUE IN THERE! CLEAN THAT ASS!” He yelled.

I stuck my tongue out, but could not see anything. I could not feel anything. If I thought sucking feet or getting spat on were bad, this was so much worse. Mark Johnson positioned my face so my tongue would fall right on his hairy and musky anus. He managed to put his hands on my throat at the same time but he was not satisfied yet:

“MARTIN, ASK YOUR ATTENDANT TO RIM ME BETTER THAN THAT! IT NEEDS TO FEEL WHAT A STRAIGHT MALE IS LIKE.”

Sam tried to intervene, he mumbled something, but my brother had knelt down next to me to push my head further towards his mate’s asshole. My tongue was fully in now.

“Lick that ass.” Martin whispered to me.

“Guys… I think someone’s coming…” Said Sam.

“Loosen up Sam! We are just playing around! Yeah, that’s right Attendant, suck on my ass properly! I think it needs some cleaning, not sure I used toilet papers this morning." He was laughing like a mad man. "See Sam, it LOVES it!”

My brother was still holding the back of my head. I was breathing with difficulty. At some point, buried in that raw asshole, I thought that I was about to die.

“Now, lick my big balls!” Mark changed his position so I could lick his balls, his dick was now fully hard. My brother reached for my hand and placed it on his own dick. Martin’s erect cock was out of his shorts too, I grabbed it without seeing it, too focused on his friend’ genitals.

“Jerk off my dick.” My brother commanded.

I swallowed Mark’s hairy balls entirely while I was masturbating my brother. I felt his cock getting juicier, throbbing under my touch. I was not protesting; I was not crying. I was not really there.

Fuck, they were both precumming on me now.

“What the hell, I do need to release some milk, I guess we can reward it now. It must be craving for some cum!” Mark said. “Come on, you cleaned my ass well, I’ll be generous. Who cares, right? Suck on my big juicy cock Attendant!”

I felt some precum sliding on my cheeks, but before I could put my lips around the Commander nephew’s hard shaft, a strong voice came behind us:

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?”.

This was my father; he was coming to save me.

Or so I thought.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

I like it, don't stop publishing it please

 

[Thousandflowers]

Personally i've loved this so far! I'd like to see some comeupance on the younger brother eventually but I suspect he may get used to having a sexy attendant first!

 

[Alonim]

Please continue, it’s really interesting and very well written
Thank you for sharing with us your skills

 

[thehottestmenxx]

I guess I did good posting this message, i was not too sure if anyone of the LPSG's community was invested in this at all!

The story is already written and available on Patreon but i'm happy to share the rest of it on this thread if you people are here to read it, except for some exclusive additional/bonus chapters that will remain on Patreon.

I'll post chapter 7 shortly, it is 16 chapters in total.

 

[12843061]

Yes please don’t stop (Sir)