The Attendant (dark dystopia - gay erotic story)

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 14: The birthday (Part 1)

My Owner parked in the driveway of a beautiful mansion, so big it looked like a castle. I knew General Thompson was rich, I did not think he was that kind of rich.

I was getting nervous. I volunteered for this. What if Nathan was not even there? What if Juliet got it wrong? What if it was all for nothing?

I got out of the car after my Owner authorized me to do so. We walked up to the porch, I was freezing in my tiny white paper-thin uniform which could only, and barely, cover my genitals. My Owner inspected me briefly before ringing the bell.

A few seconds later, someone was opening the door, an Attendant.

It was not Nathan.

“Good evening, Sir. My Owner, General Thompson, was expecting you. May I take care of your coat?”

This Attendant was roughly my age and had beautiful green eyes. I could see some features of General Thompson in him. No doubt, he was his (former) son.

He was entirely naked except for his collar and his body was smooth from head to toe. He was bald, no actually, he still had clumps of brown hair on the back and sides of his head which gave him a very awkward look. I remembered my Owner telling me that General Thompson’s Attendant had not been picked for the campaign because he was not as attractive as I was.

Bastards!

Around his collar, his neck was of a shade of dark purple. His body looked strong and muscular but bruised around the nipples. His dick was circumcised and fairly big. Overall, I had the feeling he was once a handsome boy but he had undoubtfully been botched by nearly two years at the service of his own father.

General Thompson was one of the first citizens to own an Attendant in the Ohio State. Now, if the rumours about Nathan were true, he owned two.

We followed the Attendant in the entrance and then in a large living room where several paintings of General Thompson were dominating the scenery. Subtle.

General Thompson was standing near the warm chimney. It was the middle of October but that year, we had one of the coldest falls that I had ever lived.

“Stephan, such a pleasure to have you here.” He said, walking towards my Owner.

“Arthur, as always, your house looks impeccable. I have noticed that you redid the stairs in the entrance, fantastic work.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it. Do you have some time for a drink or were you just dropping it?”

It, meaning me, of course.

“I have always a bit of time for a drink with you, Arthur, unless you wanted to use it right away?”

Using it, meaning fucking me, of course.

“Attendant Ugly, go fetch the scotch!”

General Thompson’s former son ran to the kitchen.

“Attendant Ugly?” My Owner enquired with a smile.

“Oh yeah, now that I have two, I have to distinguish them somehow. And let’s face it, that one has definitely turned ugly!” He laughed grossly. “Let me call the other one. Attendant Pretty, get back in here!”

A wooden door on the other side of the room opened almost instantly and a handsome young man entered the living-room. In comparison with the other Attendant, he did look innocent and beautiful.

I had to refrain a smile when seeing Nathan. He had an imperceptible reaction of surprise when he realized that I was there but quickly knelt behind his Owner.

Nathan had already changed since the last time I had seen him; he was naked and collared but he was no longer wearing his chastity cage. He also looked like he had aged two years in just a month.

“Just like your new entrance, I must say it is a beautiful acquisition.”

My former-father went to pat Nathan’s blond hair.

“Was it well trained by its previous Owner?”

“I guess it understands the basics but you know how it is, Owners often go too soft at first so it takes a lot of time to get them back in line.”

“I’ll admit that I was guilty of being too gentle with mine in the beginnings but I have learnt my lesson since then. I am certain that you’ll see good improvements in its behaviour.”

“I heard Commander Philips was about to get appointed at the head of the Formation Centre of West Ohio?”

“Yes, this was actually my suggestion. I believe we need a firm hand and a more efficient training from the start.”

I got chills. I thought my experience in the formation centre was awful, but at the time, sadistic guards like Commander Philips were – to a certain extent - inhibited by the policies of the female director in place. We only suffered occasional tortures. But now, with Philips at the top, I could not imagine what the so-called training would be like.

“Excellent choice, Stephan. As Philips was often saying: we need to break them completely before rebuilding them.”

Nathan and I exchanged a quick glance but we knew better than showing any kind of reaction. The other Attendant came back with the drinks and General Thompson and my Owner kept on talking politics.

Both of them were now friendly and warm with each other. It was simply ridiculous how they could change the status of their relationships depending on their political agenda.

Still, General Thompson was testing my Owner on multiple matters, he wanted to be reassured that some of the State budget would go in support of one of his many industrial projects.

“Now that President Ganderson is on her way, we need to stick together Arthur. Schneider won’t be able to do what he was set to do and if it’s not him, it will be Parker.” My Owner explained.

“Or it will be Clarck. Right?”

“Yes. Or, it could be me.” My former-father smiled.

“As long as I can trust you Stephan, you know that I will support you.”

“My trust is a given, of course”

General Thompson looked at me.

“Its ass is now up for use?”

“It has been stretching for the past few weeks.”

“Did you implement my recommendations?”

“Yes. It is wearing a plug 24/7 unless it has to go outside. You know the rules still prevent us from stepping away from the official uniform.”

“Yeah, yeah… But rules can change and the official uniform too. I don’t see why we could not plug them 24/7. Attendant Pretty, show off your anus to my guest.”

Nathan turned around in a fraction of seconds and exposed his ass, a shiny glass buttplug was fully inserted in his anus.

“Beautiful.” My former-father stated.

“Push it out, Attendant Pretty.”

Nathan spread his ass with his hands and popped the plug out to the carpet on the floor. His hole was gaping. Pink. Wide open. I wondered if mine looked like that too.

“Attendant Ugly, take the toy.”

General Thompson’s former-son rushed to the buttplug, he seemed genuinely excited to be used by his master. He was ready to put the plug in his ass when General Thompson stopped him.

“I said: take it, not use it! Ugly, maybe I should call you Stupid instead! Go insert the toy in the new Attendant.” He stopped talking for a few seconds and suggested: “Maybe we could call it Attendant Slutty for the night? What do you think, Stephan?”

“A name that suits it perfectly!” Approved my Owner, grinning.

I took off my tiny uniform, turned around and exposed my own asshole. I had removed my buttplug before getting in the car but I was putting so many dildos in my ass lately that as soon as I opened my cheeks, my ass stretched. The other Attendant was able to push the glass dildo inside my anus without any sort of resistance. I was expecting it to be cold but it must have passed a lot of time in Nathan’s ass, it was actually warm. It was a different sensation compared to the silicon I was usually feeling.

“See Stephan, with the glass, you can actually see their insides being stretched out. You can also check if they are dirty.”

“I have already invested in a few tools but I guess I could complete the collection.”

They both casually discussed the inside of my hole but General Thompson seemed bothered by something.

“Although, I did realize recently that there is an expiration date on those creatures.”

“What do you mean, Arthur?”

“Look at Attendant Ugly, this idiot has been losing its hair for the past couple of months! Also, sometimes, its brain just does not work anymore. And its ass… well, it’s not what it used to be”

The fact that General Thompson was talking like that about his own son was beyond anything I could comprehend. I fought to keep my calm. I was sickened.

“Oh really? You are telling me that I should be careful with mine? To preserve it?”

“On the contrary! I was too careful with it and I did not get half of the money I could have gotten from it. If only I had used it right when it was still fresh! Now, it feels like I have wasted its best years. Show off your asshole, Ugly.”

The poor Attendant bent over and spread his ass-cheeks, it was a wreck. His Owner had him wearing dildos or buttplugs so much that his anus could no longer be tight. It was just a red bruised gape.

“No matter what you do, the Attendants will expire after a few years. I’d say that we should use them as much as we can for personal and intimate works when they are fresh, make the most money out of them, and right when they are about to expire, we should sell them. This is certainly the best investment in our current economy, you just have to make sure it is well trained so it does not lose its value. No wonder I wanted to buy a new one! I might even buy a whole pack to train and raise them right.”

“I see… This is such a new market, I guess there are still a lot of new opportunities to explore. My son is working on a new legislation to have a company specialized in whoring the Attendants on behalf of the State. Not only private citizens could have access to this market, but the Ohio Government too. The perspectives for the economy are very exciting.”

“And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Let them spread their pink assholes when they’re young and once they’re done, well, we can still use them for physical labours, sell them to factories, or you could always find some Owners who like them used and botched. Attendant Ugly has not challenged any order for months and months, once I’m done with it, I’m sure I’ll find someone to buy it. It’s just too bad I did not make money out of it when it was still relevant.”

The Attendant did not react, his eyes looked empty. I wanted to scream.

They talked some more about the various profits the selling, renting, and whoring of the Attendants could bring to the economy (and to their personal bank accounts) and finally, it was time for my Owner to go. General Thompson would bring me back home the next day.

He would not pay for my services; I was a gift to thank him for his political support.

Since the campaign had been released, General Thompson’s obsession with fucking me had only grown stronger. Truthfully, I was the only reason why Thompson finally decided to support my Owner instead of General Parker in the run for Governor.

While the two Men were saying their goodbyes in the entrance, I whispered to Nathan:

“Nathan, are you ok?”

“Not now, he cannot be trusted.” He whispered even lower, pointing at the other Attendant who was, indeed, looking at us suspiciously.

General Thompson came back with a huge smile… and a visible bulge.

“Three Attendants for one Man.” He stated, already rubbing himself.

Attendant Ugly instantly crawled to his (former) father, desperately looking for some kind of attention.

“On your knees, hands behind your head, Attendants.”

We aligned ourselves before the General and executed his command. Thinking about it, the three of us could have easily taken him down. We were strong young men and even if he could use our shock collars to try to stop us, we had a clear advantage in numbers. But we did nothing. We complied with every single thing he asked of us.

First, we were asked to lick the General’s feet. In theory, this was nothing out of the ordinary. There was a slight difference though: Thompson wanted to see his Attendants fight for him. Attendant Ugly was aggressive and ready, as soon as his father gave the order, he pushed me on the side and swallowed the General’s right foot in his mouth. Matter-of-factly, it was very impressive. Nathan took the other one, sucking it with - what seemed to be - envy.

I was left with barely and miserably licking the General ankles.

I had not realized this was an actual competition. The Attendant who would be deemed to have performed the worst by the sole judge, General Thompson, would be severely punished. The punishment was left to the other two. I lost the first round.

When Nathan slapped my face to enforce the punishment, I was surprised by the force of his hit. Was he brainwashed too?

As often, Nathan was actually wiser than me. Failing to show that his punishment was severe enough, General Thompson would certainly take the lead and be even more violent.

Attendant Ugly went for my abs, he did not hold back. Fuck, he was strong.

I also had to repeat the task of sucking the General’s feet, this time on my own, to compensate for my lousy first try.

The second task was easier, it was a pageant contest of the best ass. We would all bend over, spread our ass cheeks, and tried to wink with our hole to the General, casually masturbating his dick. Attendant Ugly lost this round – his anus was a mess and he farted loudly -, Nathan and I were left with the mission of punishing him.

Nathan slapped him across the face as he had done to me a few minutes earlier. I slapped him too, trying not to feel any joy for the revenge I was taking over the guy who had hurt me a few minutes before.

Making us punishing each other was smart. It divided us.

Task three was more difficult. We had to French kiss General Thompson. He expected sensuality and a lot of tongue play. Attendant Ugly went first. Father and son exchanged a sloppy kiss, full of saliva. Again, I wanted to erupt but I just watched them in silence.

“I love you Daddy.” The Attendant said, getting hard in the process. General Thompson swallow his son’s tongue and then, indelicately pushed him aside.

Nathan went second. He really did a great job. Nathan French-kissed the General as if he was deeply in love with him. I was mesmerized. Their kiss lasted for a few minutes, Nathan was caressing the General nipples or holding the back of his head as he went on. He also licked the General’s neck and ears. This was deeply erotic.

Then, it was my turn. I tried my best but as soon as I felt the General’s tongue in my mouth, I could not help but to move aside. Evidently, I lost the challenge and General Thompson was not happy with me. He even threatened to complain to my Owner. I knew the consequences of this mistake would be severe.

Nathan slapped me again. But Attendant Ugly kicked me this time. It was getting harder to feel any kind of empathy for him.

The tasks continued with a particular focus on our nipples: General Thompson loved to caress them, sucking them, and twitching them. The bruises I could see on my co-Attendants made a lot more sense when the General bit my right nipple.

As expected, at some point, we had to compete in a good old blowjob contest. The sloppier the better. Again, I went third.

I first saw Attendant Ugly deepthroating his own father while he was himself precumming on the carpet. Then, I had to admit that Nathan did a great job using his tongue over the General’s dick. Finally, it was up to me.

I knew I had to redeem myself. I also knew that I could suck a cock. Multiple times, people had told me I was natural at it.

I played with the General Cock’s in my mouth, licked the sides, deepthroated it, swallowed his balls, went back to his head, sucked on the precum and spat the manly fluids on my chest. I was trying to live up to my new-found nickname of “Attendant Slutty”.

“Spit on me Sir, I’m a dirty cock sucker! I’m craving your big manly cock.”

I rubbed his precum on my muscular chest and nipples, he seemed to enjoy this part so much. While caressing myself, I went back for another deepthroat. I moaned. I was nasty. I went deep, licking his balls at the same time. They seemed full. I swallowed them again and again while jerking him off.

[Chapter 14 continues below]

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 14: The birthday (Part 2)

General Thompson loved it.

Maybe he loved it as bit too much as he jizzed in my mouth. I did not expect it, neither did he.

“Fuck.” He grunted.

He seemed mad; he did not want to cum that early.

General Thompson put his dick back in his pants, I had swallowed his cum until the very last drop.

“Well, let’s take a break.” He said, disappointed. “Pretty, Slutty, you can punish Attendant Ugly while I’ll go take care of some things in my office, his sucking skills were simply boring.”

As soon as General Thompson left the living room, Nathan hit the Attendant’s ass with a paddle.

“Nathan!” I held his arm, trying to stop him.

“Attendant Slutty, we have been asked to punish it!”

Attendant Ugly bent over before me. Nathan gave me the paddle. He mouthed: “You have to.” I was scared. Did Nathan really lose his mind too?

“Punish me.” Begged the Attendant, his ass already red.

I used the paddle. Once, twice, a third time. Did I feel pleasure doing it? I must admit that I did.

“Now, Attendant Ugly, you go in the cupboard in the entrance until we ask you to come back. Owner gave us the order to punish you and this is part of your punishment.”

Nathan would be a great Owner, he definitely knew how to give his commands.

The Attendant did not say a word. He left the room on all fours.

“What the fuck Nathan? He’s one of us! We have to stick together! We did not need to punish him this time, it was only the three of us in the room!”

“Look, Pete. First of all, if we had not punished him, you can be certain that he would have denounced us to the General. Second of all, in case you have not noticed, this one is a lost cause! He had lost it! He would do anything for his master. You have no idea what he put me through at first, always ratting me out to the General! Third of all…” He marked a pause and smiled. “Well, come here Pete! This is so good to see you.”

Nathan hugged me warmly, our dicks touching each other during this embrace. I had not touched anyone without being repulsed by it for so long. It felt good. Intimate. I surprised myself smelling Nathan’s hair.

“This is so good to see you too!” I said, genuine.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Pete?” He asked, still largely smiling. Before I could even answer, he put his finger on my mouth. “Wait, talking here is a bad idea. Come here, let’s discuss near the chimney, we’ll see the General when he comes back.”

He knelt down and looked at the opposite wall. I went next to him, facing the other direction and we continued talking without acknowledging each other’s presence.

“I spoke to Juliet. She told me about you and the flash drive.”

“Oh! Fuck, Pete! You came to this hell house for the Resistance.” I could not see him but I heard the emotion in his low voice. “How is Juliet and Terrence doing?”

I was surprised he mentioned Terrence, he was Juliet’s husband, a Commander.

“Juliet seemed ok. She was worried about you.”

“I’m worried about her too. They are taking crazy risks. Us, we don’t have much to lose but them, they’re the real heroes.”

“Them?”

We heard something in the entrance and we stopped talking immediately. Only a minute later, Nathan spoke again. He was speaking so low that I could barely hear him anymore.

“I still have the flash drive but I cannot do anything with it. Thompson won’t let me leave this house.”

“That’s why I’m here, to get it back and give it to Juliet.”

“She told you about the plan for Halloween?”

“She said that you wanted to release compromising files to the public, trying to sway the opinion. I assume the goal is to have more people joining the Resistance.”

“Yeah, yeah. We want to send the files to every single existing email address in America. But that’s not all the plan. It’s not even the main thing. Do you remember this Attendant who burnt down his own house?”

“Of course.” The images of the young man, full of scars and bruises would be stuck forever in my mind.

“We decided it was time to burn ALL the houses down! Every Attendant we were able to contact has been told the same thing: on Halloween’s night, everything has to go in flames! It’s only later that we decided that we would leak the compromising files at the exact same time. Terrence is the computer pro, he’s taking care of this part. The goal is simple: destabilizing the Generals and Commanders, even killing some of them, inducing chaos, while having the general public on our side thanks to the content of the flash drive. If we want this bullshit to end, we need some Generals dead and the popular opinion to stand with us. Viva la revolution!” He concluded.

I was in shock.

I had no idea this whole thing had been planned for months. I had simply not realized the magnitude and scale of it. Most of all, I could not believe that all this time, Nathan, Juliet, and her husband took such a major role in the resistance while I was trying to find compromises at home. October 31st was in less than two weeks… Would all of this really go down?

“Nathan… this is… this is crazy.”

“Are you going to back out?”

“No.” I held his hand. He squeezed it. I let a tear fall down my eyes.

“You can get the files to Juliet?”

“I think so.”

“And you’ll burn down your house?”

I hesitated before answering. Leaking files was one thing but attempting to kill people and probably killing ourselves in the process was another. Maybe it was still possible to get the opinion and the authorities to change the laws without going to this extreme? Maybe the leaking of the files could be enough? Was I ready to kill my own father? What would happen to my brother? Shit. My mind was railing.

General Thompson entered the room. I switched my brain immediately to go back into my Attendant role. He seemed more relax. He had a camera in his hands.

“Where’s Ugly?” He barked.

“I sent it in its usual punishment place in the entrance.” Nathan replied, getting back into his role of faithful servant as well.

“Ugly, come back in here!”

The Attendant came back, still on all fours, his head down. General Thompson sat down in his armchair, he lighted up a cigar.

“Ugly, take the camera, you will film the other two.” The General marked a pause and looked at Nathan and I. “Kiss.” He commanded.

“Each other?” Nathan asked.

“Yes.”

I did not want to but I did not have a choice. Attendant Ugly was already turning the camera on and trying to get the perfect shot. Nathan and I looked at each other. This was forbidden by the Code. A Man could not have sex with another Man. A Woman could not have sex with another Woman. An Attendant could not have sex with another Attendant.

Nathan came closer to me, leaning in to kiss me. I panicked.

“Sir.” I said. “Is not this against the Attendant’s Code?”

“What is against the Attendant’s Code is refusing to execute a direct command! I did not ask you to penetrate Attendant Pretty but just to kiss it! This is perfectly lawful!”

“Of course, Sir.”

I looked at Nathan. He was certainly beautiful. But he was a friend now. And most of all, I had to remind myself, I was not gay. He had taken the lead at first but after my question to the General, he seemed hesitant.

I grabbed his blond hair in my hand and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. It quickly turned into a more passionate embrace when Nathan went in for the tongue. Our bodies were touching each other. Nathan grabbed my ass with his left hand. I felt his dick becoming hard against my upper thigh. On the corner of my eyes, I could see the camera filming us and General Thompson captivated by what he was seeing. We French kissed for long minutes, Nathan being more and more handsy. I was too.

“Owner, may I ask for the permission to speak?” He finally said, releasing my lips.

“Yes, Pretty.”

“Maybe, Attendant Slutty and I could use the new toy you purchased last week and that we already tried with Attendant Ugly.”

“I must say, this is an excellent idea Pretty! Go fetch it.”

I had no clue what they were talking about but Nathan hurried up outside the room. It was only then that I realized I was hard too. For a moment, I may have gotten lost in that kiss. What was I thinking? I did not have much time to process anything as the General made me lick his son/Attendant’s ass while we were waiting for Nathan.

He came back a few minutes later, he had a huge toy in his hands. I had never seen one but I recognized what it was: a double ended dildo. We could not directly fuck each other, but surely, we could both insert this dildo in our respected asses. Perfectly lawful as the General would say.

Nathan put the large white dildo on the coffee table and crawled towards me, giving a sort of a lewd show on the carpet, caressing himself in the process.

Attendant Ugly was asked to help with the logistic. He inserted the dildo in Nathan’s ass before pushing the other end in my own butthole. A few seconds later, Nathan and I were both fucking it and General Thompson’s dick was once again fully erect. He was now watching us with his dick in one hand and his camera in the other. He was in heaven. As any good directors, he drove his actors to obtain the perfect performance:

“Smile to the camera, Pretty!”

“Mmmmm. Bury yourself deep in that dildo, Slutty!”

“I want your ass to touch each other!”

“Go deeper! Both! Go deeper! FUCK YOURSELF”

Finally, I felt the butt of Nathan against mine, we had succeeded. We were impaling ourselves.

“Jerk off your fag dicks now!”

I was already hard. Nathan was too.

We were asked to change position, we went from doggystyle to lying on the floor so the General could appreciate our masturbation session, his camera above us. Sometimes, he would put his feet on my face or play with my nipples. After an intense edging session, Nathan and I ended up cumming on each other, the dildo still buried deep inside of our respective anus.

Attendant Ugly was asked to lick the cum off our dicks and chests and spat it all in our mouths. Then, I had to French kiss Nathan again, swapping our cum.

At this point, Thompson was so horny, he could no longer help himself. He removed the dildo from my ass, shoved it in my mouth so I could taste Nathan’s asshole and I felt his big dick penetrating my gaping asshole. He fucked me roughly in front of the other two.

He did find a way to take full advantage of his three Attendants in this position:

“Lick my ass Pretty! Lick it while I fuck the hell out of Slutty! Record everything, Ugly, everything! I want to remember this.”

The pounding did not last long. Thompson was just too horny and he deposited his last drops of cum inside my ass. Nathan had his nose buried deep in the General’s anus when he jizzed.

Before calling it a night, the General made me release his sperm from my asshole directly to Nathan’s mouth who was lying below me. I had to fart above Nathan’s face and he had to swallow the whole thing. Certainly, a new step in our respective degradations but did we still really care at this point?

I had to spend the reminder of the night at the feet of General Thompson’s bed and when he woke up at dawn, I was asked to perform oral sex and he fucked my ass again. Only after this, the General considered he was done with abusing me sexually.

I was exhausted.

Later in the morning and before bringing me back to my Owner, Nathan was asked to wash me up – inside and out. I had previously given the General a bath.

Once he was certain no one could hear us, Nathan talked to me in the bathroom.

“I was stupid yesterday. The double ended dildo was just an excuse to go get the flash drive upstairs! I brought the flash drive in the living room and hid it under the carpet but this was a stupid move! There, Thompson was filming everything, and I never had the chance to get it back to you.”

“Oh fuck… I did not know… I”

“Yeah… What did you think that show on the carpet was all about? But that’s fine.” Nathan smiled and I felt instantly more secure. “I went back for it during the night and I suggested Thompson I should clean your insides before he sends you back to your Owner.”

Then, he did something quite weird. Nathan positioned himself as if he was about to take a shit on the floor and winked at me. A few seconds later, a small flash drive fell from his ass.

“Damn!” I said, genuinely impressed.

“We are literally always naked; how do you think I get to move the flashdrive around?”

“Shit…”

“Let’s go, spread your ass!”

I bent over and I felt Nathan inserting the little black object inside my asshole.

“Be careful at home, your Owner will want to inspect your ass! You’ll have to remove it asap.”

“Yeah, I will figure something.”

“Ok. I hope it’s gonna work out. I added a ton of stuff in there since I last saw Juliet. Give it to her and then… we’ll just have to execute the rest of the plan.”

“Are you really going to burn down this mansion? You will be sentenced to death.”

“I already am sentenced to death, Pete! We all are. And yes! Thompson deserves to die!”

Young and fierce had said Juliet about Nathan, she was right!

“Nathan, you a real hero too.” I spoke, refering to what he had told me the previous night.

“Yeah, maybe. You are the one with a top-secret flash drive in your ass though.”

I laughed. This was risky. We could get caught. We were almost done with the showering and I was getting my white uniform back on.

“You’re not even gay, right?” Nathan asked, looking at me in the eyes.

“How do you know?”

“I’m not sure… I guess I can tell. Hell, I think I know since the formation centre. But what are you doing in this hell if you’re straight?”

“That is a long story.”

“I guess we should hurry now.” Nathan hugged me. “You being here. This is the best birthday present I could hope for.”

“Birthday present?”

“If I were still a man, today, I would turn 19.”

“Oh… Nathan…”

He smiled faintly.

“That’s fine, Pete. We’re in this together.”

“Yes. We are. Happy birthday Nathan.”

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Great way to end the chapter. Cant wait to see how they get through it

 

[F84]

so good.

 

[Anime2]

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 14: The birthday (Part 2)

General Thompson loved it.

Maybe he loved it as bit too much as he jizzed in my mouth. I did not expect it, neither did he.

“Fuck.” He grunted.

He seemed mad; he did not want to cum that early.

General Thompson put his dick back in his pants, I had swallowed his cum until the very last drop.

“Well, let’s take a break.” He said, disappointed. “Pretty, Slutty, you can punish Attendant Ugly while I’ll go take care of some things in my office, his sucking skills were simply boring.”

As soon as General Thompson left the living room, Nathan hit the Attendant’s ass with a paddle.

“Nathan!” I held his arm, trying to stop him.

“Attendant Slutty, we have been asked to punish it!”

Attendant Ugly bent over before me. Nathan gave me the paddle. He mouthed: “You have to.” I was scared. Did Nathan really lose his mind too?

“Punish me.” Begged the Attendant, his ass already red.

I used the paddle. Once, twice, a third time. Did I feel pleasure doing it? I must admit that I did.

“Now, Attendant Ugly, you go in the cupboard in the entrance until we ask you to come back. Owner gave us the order to punish you and this is part of your punishment.”

Nathan would be a great Owner, he definitely knew how to give his commands.

The Attendant did not say a word. He left the room on all fours.

“What the fuck Nathan? He’s one of us! We have to stick together! We did not need to punish him this time, it was only the three of us in the room!”

“Look, Pete. First of all, if we had not punished him, you can be certain that he would have denounced us to the General. Second of all, in case you have not noticed, this one is a lost cause! He had lost it! He would do anything for his master. You have no idea what he put me through at first, always ratting me out to the General! Third of all…” He marked a pause and smiled. “Well, come here Pete! This is so good to see you.”

Nathan hugged me warmly, our dicks touching each other during this embrace. I had not touched anyone without being repulsed by it for so long. It felt good. Intimate. I surprised myself smelling Nathan’s hair.

“This is so good to see you too!” I said, genuine.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Pete?” He asked, still largely smiling. Before I could even answer, he put his finger on my mouth. “Wait, talking here is a bad idea. Come here, let’s discuss near the chimney, we’ll see the General when he comes back.”

He knelt down and looked at the opposite wall. I went next to him, facing the other direction and we continued talking without acknowledging each other’s presence.

“I spoke to Juliet. She told me about you and the flash drive.”

“Oh! Fuck, Pete! You came to this hell house for the Resistance.” I could not see him but I heard the emotion in his low voice. “How is Juliet and Terrence doing?”

I was surprised he mentioned Terrence, he was Juliet’s husband, a Commander.

“Juliet seemed ok. She was worried about you.”

“I’m worried about her too. They are taking crazy risks. Us, we don’t have much to lose but them, they’re the real heroes.”

“Them?”

We heard something in the entrance and we stopped talking immediately. Only a minute later, Nathan spoke again. He was speaking so low that I could barely hear him anymore.

“I still have the flash drive but I cannot do anything with it. Thompson won’t let me leave this house.”

“That’s why I’m here, to get it back and give it to Juliet.”

“She told you about the plan for Halloween?”

“She said that you wanted to release compromising files to the public, trying to sway the opinion. I assume the goal is to have more people joining the Resistance.”

“Yeah, yeah. We want to send the files to every single existing email address in America. But that’s not all the plan. It’s not even the main thing. Do you remember this Attendant who burnt down his own house?”

“Of course.” The images of the young man, full of scars and bruises would be stuck forever in my mind.

“We decided it was time to burn ALL the houses down! Every Attendant we were able to contact has been told the same thing: on Halloween’s night, everything has to go in flames! It’s only later that we decided that we would leak the compromising files at the exact same time. Terrence is the computer pro, he’s taking care of this part. The goal is simple: destabilizing the Generals and Commanders, even killing some of them, inducing chaos, while having the general public on our side thanks to the content of the flash drive. If we want this bullshit to end, we need some Generals dead and the popular opinion to stand with us. Viva la revolution!” He concluded.

I was in shock.

I had no idea this whole thing had been planned for months. I had simply not realized the magnitude and scale of it. Most of all, I could not believe that all this time, Nathan, Juliet, and her husband took such a major role in the resistance while I was trying to find compromises at home. October 31st was in less than two weeks… Would all of this really go down?

“Nathan… this is… this is crazy.”

“Are you going to back out?”

“No.” I held his hand. He squeezed it. I let a tear fall down my eyes.

“You can get the files to Juliet?”

“I think so.”

“And you’ll burn down your house?”

I hesitated before answering. Leaking files was one thing but attempting to kill people and probably killing ourselves in the process was another. Maybe it was still possible to get the opinion and the authorities to change the laws without going to this extreme? Maybe the leaking of the files could be enough? Was I ready to kill my own father? What would happen to my brother? Shit. My mind was railing.

General Thompson entered the room. I switched my brain immediately to go back into my Attendant role. He seemed more relax. He had a camera in his hands.

“Where’s Ugly?” He barked.

“I sent it in its usual punishment place in the entrance.” Nathan replied, getting back into his role of faithful servant as well.

“Ugly, come back in here!”

The Attendant came back, still on all fours, his head down. General Thompson sat down in his armchair, he lighted up a cigar.

“Ugly, take the camera, you will film the other two.” The General marked a pause and looked at Nathan and I. “Kiss.” He commanded.

“Each other?” Nathan asked.

“Yes.”

I did not want to but I did not have a choice. Attendant Ugly was already turning the camera on and trying to get the perfect shot. Nathan and I looked at each other. This was forbidden by the Code. A Man could not have sex with another Man. A Woman could not have sex with another Woman. An Attendant could not have sex with another Attendant.

Nathan came closer to me, leaning in to kiss me. I panicked.

“Sir.” I said. “Is not this against the Attendant’s Code?”

“What is against the Attendant’s Code is refusing to execute a direct command! I did not ask you to penetrate Attendant Pretty but just to kiss it! This is perfectly lawful!”

“Of course, Sir.”

I looked at Nathan. He was certainly beautiful. But he was a friend now. And most of all, I had to remind myself, I was not gay. He had taken the lead at first but after my question to the General, he seemed hesitant.

I grabbed his blond hair in my hand and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. It quickly turned into a more passionate embrace when Nathan went in for the tongue. Our bodies were touching each other. Nathan grabbed my ass with his left hand. I felt his dick becoming hard against my upper thigh. On the corner of my eyes, I could see the camera filming us and General Thompson captivated by what he was seeing. We French kissed for long minutes, Nathan being more and more handsy. I was too.

“Owner, may I ask for the permission to speak?” He finally said, releasing my lips.

“Yes, Pretty.”

“Maybe, Attendant Slutty and I could use the new toy you purchased last week and that we already tried with Attendant Ugly.”

“I must say, this is an excellent idea Pretty! Go fetch it.”

I had no clue what they were talking about but Nathan hurried up outside the room. It was only then that I realized I was hard too. For a moment, I may have gotten lost in that kiss. What was I thinking? I did not have much time to process anything as the General made me lick his son/Attendant’s ass while we were waiting for Nathan.

He came back a few minutes later, he had a huge toy in his hands. I had never seen one but I recognized what it was: a double ended dildo. We could not directly fuck each other, but surely, we could both insert this dildo in our respected asses. Perfectly lawful as the General would say.

Nathan put the large white dildo on the coffee table and crawled towards me, giving a sort of a lewd show on the carpet, caressing himself in the process.

Attendant Ugly was asked to help with the logistic. He inserted the dildo in Nathan’s ass before pushing the other end in my own butthole. A few seconds later, Nathan and I were both fucking it and General Thompson’s dick was once again fully erect. He was now watching us with his dick in one hand and his camera in the other. He was in heaven. As any good directors, he drove his actors to obtain the perfect performance:

“Smile to the camera, Pretty!”

“Mmmmm. Bury yourself deep in that dildo, Slutty!”

“I want your ass to touch each other!”

“Go deeper! Both! Go deeper! FUCK YOURSELF”

Finally, I felt the butt of Nathan against mine, we had succeeded. We were impaling ourselves.

“Jerk off your fag dicks now!”

I was already hard. Nathan was too.

We were asked to change position, we went from doggystyle to lying on the floor so the General could appreciate our masturbation session, his camera above us. Sometimes, he would put his feet on my face or play with my nipples. After an intense edging session, Nathan and I ended up cumming on each other, the dildo still buried deep inside of our respective anus.

Attendant Ugly was asked to lick the cum off our dicks and chests and spat it all in our mouths. Then, I had to French kiss Nathan again, swapping our cum.

At this point, Thompson was so horny, he could no longer help himself. He removed the dildo from my ass, shoved it in my mouth so I could taste Nathan’s asshole and I felt his big dick penetrating my gaping asshole. He fucked me roughly in front of the other two.

He did find a way to take full advantage of his three Attendants in this position:

“Lick my ass Pretty! Lick it while I fuck the hell out of Slutty! Record everything, Ugly, everything! I want to remember this.”

The pounding did not last long. Thompson was just too horny and he deposited his last drops of cum inside my ass. Nathan had his nose buried deep in the General’s anus when he jizzed.

Before calling it a night, the General made me release his sperm from my asshole directly to Nathan’s mouth who was lying below me. I had to fart above Nathan’s face and he had to swallow the whole thing. Certainly, a new step in our respective degradations but did we still really care at this point?

I had to spend the reminder of the night at the feet of General Thompson’s bed and when he woke up at dawn, I was asked to perform oral sex and he fucked my ass again. Only after this, the General considered he was done with abusing me sexually.

I was exhausted.

Later in the morning and before bringing me back to my Owner, Nathan was asked to wash me up – inside and out. I had previously given the General a bath.

Once he was certain no one could hear us, Nathan talked to me in the bathroom.

“I was stupid yesterday. The double ended dildo was just an excuse to go get the flash drive upstairs! I brought the flash drive in the living room and hid it under the carpet but this was a stupid move! There, Thompson was filming everything, and I never had the chance to get it back to you.”

“Oh fuck… I did not know… I”

“Yeah… What did you think that show on the carpet was all about? But that’s fine.” Nathan smiled and I felt instantly more secure. “I went back for it during the night and I suggested Thompson I should clean your insides before he sends you back to your Owner.”

Then, he did something quite weird. Nathan positioned himself as if he was about to take a shit on the floor and winked at me. A few seconds later, a small flash drive fell from his ass.

“Damn!” I said, genuinely impressed.

“We are literally always naked; how do you think I get to move the flashdrive around?”

“Shit…”

“Let’s go, spread your ass!”

I bent over and I felt Nathan inserting the little black object inside my asshole.

“Be careful at home, your Owner will want to inspect your ass! You’ll have to remove it asap.”

“Yeah, I will figure something.”

“Ok. I hope it’s gonna work out. I added a ton of stuff in there since I last saw Juliet. Give it to her and then… we’ll just have to execute the rest of the plan.”

“Are you really going to burn down this mansion? You will be sentenced to death.”

“I already am sentenced to death, Pete! We all are. And yes! Thompson deserves to die!”

Young and fierce had said Juliet about Nathan, she was right!

“Nathan, you a real hero too.” I spoke, refering to what he had told me the previous night.

“Yeah, maybe. You are the one with a top-secret flash drive in your ass though.”

I laughed. This was risky. We could get caught. We were almost done with the showering and I was getting my white uniform back on.

“You’re not even gay, right?” Nathan asked, looking at me in the eyes.

“How do you know?”

“I’m not sure… I guess I can tell. Hell, I think I know since the formation centre. But what are you doing in this hell if you’re straight?”

“That is a long story.”

“I guess we should hurry now.” Nathan hugged me. “You being here. This is the best birthday present I could hope for.”

“Birthday present?”

“If I were still a man, today, I would turn 19.”

“Oh… Nathan…”

He smiled faintly.

“That’s fine, Pete. We’re in this together.”

“Yes. We are. Happy birthday Nathan.”

[MORE TO CUM]

Ohhhh my god it was Nathan’s birthday im actually sad but he’s a top G. Ok so please this is a great plan and these assholes need to die. But knowing you you’re not going to make it so easy which is fine but in the end we need these fucking bastards punished

 

[musclecock worshipper]

I totally understand that. The thing is that I did not want to glamourize the awful system of Attendants.

It's cool, I get it. I actually read all of the chapters in one sitting, no wonder I was overwhelmed. That is impossible with The Handmaid's Tale, too.

 

[nhguy78]

wouldnt it be fun to expose the General as a homosexual and thus, according to the Attendant handbook and laws, would need to undergo training? Expose him as traitor and possibly frame the General for Peter being sold out.

 

[Anime2]

wouldnt it be fun to expose the General as a homosexual and thus, according to the Attendant handbook and laws, would need to undergo training? Expose him as traitor and possibly frame the General for Peter being sold out.

Yes I like it anything where these guys feel the fire I’m happy

 

[Anime2]

General Thompson is like The step dad right he’s secretly gay. There’s no way he’s not gay he got so excited the only straight person in the room had to remind him of the rules

 

[thehottestmenxx]

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 15: The donators (part 1)

Nearly six months after the start of my enslavement, sorry, of my Attendance, serving as a sex slave had become my routine.

My former-father, now Owner, would come downstairs in the morning, sit on the table to eat the breakfast I had prepared and I would suck him before swallowing his cum.

At night, I would join him in his bedroom, call him Daddy, and he would fuck my ass. He liked to breed me but his semen could also end up in my throat, depending on his mood. I was asked to lick his asshole and swallow his balls on a regular basis.

At all times inside the house, I was fully naked, collared, with a large butt plug or a dildo shoved up my ass. After a while, I got used to it and would only notice it when I sat and it would bury itself futher in my hole.

Naturally, I was taking care of all the house chores: cleaning, cooking, gardening…

I also had to work-out at least two hours a day to make sure that I would remain in perfect shape. It worked, I had become stronger and more muscular than ever. Maybe in other circumstances, I would have been proud of the size of my biceps or the thickness of my thighs but pride was not an emotion an Attendant was authorized to feel.

Outside the house, I was wearing the official Attendant’s uniform: a white paper-thin fabric which merely covered my genitals - the tip of my cock was almost always visible-, a silver shock collar with a localisation tracker inside of it and as of recently, a ball gag. It had finally become mandatory in the entire State.

Given the plan I had been working on for a while, the ball gag was certainly the most inconvenient part of my outfit. It prevented me from talking to any member of the Resistance, or more accurately, to anyone. Since I was no longer addressing my brother at home, my sadistic Owner was the only person I could talk to in the entire world, and only when he would authorize me to do so.

More and more, I was left alone with my thoughts. More and more, I could feel myself accepting the commands without any resistance.

Once, my Owner joked about the fact that we should do another photoshoot for promoting the Attendant’s status. He pointed out that I was not wearing the ball gag for the official campaign. We needed to update the posters and the commercials. Was he joking though? I could not really tell anymore.

Thankfully and despite the awful ball gag, I was able to give back the flash drive to Juliet. Inside of this tiny key, thousands of compromising files featuring some of the highest ranks officials, and tons of pictures and videos of Attendants being beaten up and punished. This would definitely make waves in the opinion.

In the store, I was not able to speak but Juliet could. She confirmed the plan was still in motion when I gave her the flash drive. It was fresh from my asshole.

You must be thinking that it was embarrassing for me to pass the flash drive this way to my all-time crush but I was way passed the point of caring about these kinds of details.

Juliet thanked me and quickly summed up the plan:

“On the 31st, we release everything it contains to every active email address in America and the Attendants can…” She seemed hesitant. “Well, they can burn the houses they live in! It will definitely create chaos, maybe enough chaos to allow us to take the upper hand.”

She was uncomfortable with that second part of the plan, I was too.

Sure, some of the Owners may die in their homes, but most certainly, it meant that a lot of Attendants would not survive the Halloween night. This was all part of the bigger picture though. Those Attendants would become martyrs and this would definitely bring the market of selling Attendants to a low point, few people would be willing to take the risk to welcome Attendants in their houses ever again if they feared that they might harm them.

But it was such a heavy sacrifice which might not even pay off.

At this stage, it was impossible to know if a sufficient number of Attendants had been made aware of the plan, and even more so, if they would go through with it.

I did not know if I would. Was I ready to sacrifice my own life?

Halloween was only a day ahead and I was still contemplating my options. I was mostly concerned about my younger brother. Martin seemed very unhappy and more and more reluctant to assist my former-father in playing his sick games on me. I could sense a shift in their relationship and I was afraid that, even if I would not put my plan into action, my brother would soon become an Attendant too. My father had framed me, he could frame him as well.

I was discreetly watching the two of them having dinner when my Owner called me in.

“Attendant, I have great news for you. After dinner, you will accompany my son and I. We have a meeting in Colombus with the main donators for my campaign.”

Why was I invited to this event? Probably not to give my political opinion about the new Governor of Ohio…

“Sure, Owner. Are you expecting anything specific of me?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, just make sure your asshole is properly clean before we leave. The party is happening at a very fancy bar and the guests will need some leisure time after all those serious political talks and speeches. You will not be an embarrassment, right? I will not be required to punish you?”

“No, Sir. I will obey to every command.”

“Good.”

This was settled. I did not need to know more. I cleaned my ass properly, put my white uniform on and exceptionally, I was meant to keep the butt plug inside my ass outside of our home. I sat on it in the car.

What did the neighbours think when they saw me getting out the house with a ball gag in my mouth and a plug poking out of my ass? Less than a year ago, I had painted their garage for a few dollars. At the time, the Attendants already existed but it was a vague concept to me. I was against it but I had never voiced that opinion.

I should have spoken out back then. Maybe it was too late now.

The so-called “fancy bar” we were driving to looked more like a brothel. There was a bar, sure, but also multiple backrooms and sleezy characters before the entrance. People were smoking inside, 95% of the clientele were men.

The tenant welcomed my Owner:

“Welcome General, or should I say, Governor?”

“Not yet, not yet, my dear friend.”

I had to keep my head down for the most part and I could not identify the men around me. All of them seemed to be very excited to see my Owner… and to see me.

I did recognize some of them by hearing their voices or daring a quick look, starting by General Thompson – I expected him to be there – and to my horror, Captain Philips, recently promoted as the head of the Attendance Formation Centre of West Ohio.

Very quickly, people started groping me between two discourses. One man even played with the buttplug in my ass right in the middle of the bar. Fucking perverts!

I had a feeling this would be a very long night; I had no idea how right I was.

After we had been there for a little more than an hour, the tenant brought me to a backroom behind the bar, it was soon to be midnight and people were getting fairly drunk. I was happy to leave the busy restaurant, to find some quiet. My Owner were at the centre of the stage when I was taken away, he was individually thanking every donator present but I could not hear the rest of his speech.

The room I was led to was entirely empty except for a black table in the centre, and heavy chains on the top and sides of it. I got chills. I understood it right away. I was about to get used, right there.

Soon, I was strapped on the table by the tenant, my legs were lifted up in the air, spread and bounded, my arms were held by two heavy chains, and my Attendant uniform was torn apart.

“It did not hide much anyway, right? I did not know fags could get cocks that big though…” The tenant said holding the white fabric in his hand. He checked my ass, widely exposed.

“Already wearing a buttplug? Brrruh. Such a freak!” He spat on the floor but did not make any further comment.

He left the room, leaving me there, drooling on my ball gag, looking at the black ceiling. I was terrified.

Some moments later, it could have been ten minutes or two hours, I have no idea, someone entered the room. In my position, I could not see who it was. It was a man, for sure. I could hear his heavy breathing and the sound of his belt being taken off. He smelt like strong alcohol and cigars.

Without a word, this complete stranger took off the butt plug from my ass – as you can imagine, he did not do it with delicacy - and penetrated me with his dick. Maybe if I did not wear the ball gag, I would have screamed. Most likely and even without my restraints, I would have let him fuck me. What was the point anyway? They would always get what they wanted.

He fucked me like this, in silence, for long minutes until he cummed inside my ass. His dick was fairly thick, it hurt. I felt his warm juice dripping from my used hole. It was surreal.

“Worth every penny”. He said, walking off the room.

I foolishly thought that it was over. One of the donators must have had paid to fuck my ass. I would be sent back to the main event when my Owner would exhibit me.

I was wrong. This first man was merely an appetizer.

For hours and hours, tens of men took turn fucking and abusing me. At some point, when I reached the number of twenty men, I just stopped counting.

Some would come to the other side of the table to fuck my face as well, only then, I could see who they were.

One of the younger guys had brought a propaganda poster of me with him. Probably a fan. He wanted me to cum on it but since my hands were tied, he jerked my dick off. It took a long time to get me hard and to finally cum but the donator did not seem to mind, caressing every inch of my body, kissing my abs, licking my nipples. He must have paid a good price.

Through my ball gag, I moaned when I felt the orgasm coming and as I was told, I released my loads, aiming towards my own face on the poster. Better than an autograph, I guess. The happy guest went home with it, not before unloading his own cum on my actual face. It was almost poetic.

Some men were happy to fuck me with my ass hole already filled up with cum, others aggressively asked me to push the sperm out of my hole before entering me. The thing is, at some point, I had so much semen in my ass that it was impossible to get rid of it. It was leaking from my anus at all times, making an actual white puddle below me.

It was not much better on my face. After my butthole, my mouth was the most favoured spots for those men to ejaculate. Soon, I was entirely drenched with their milk.

My mouth was covered with a ball gall full of warm and thick cum and some of it had also went up to my nose, so much that I could hardly breathe anymore.

Thankfully, a lot of these guys had small cocks and were not really good fuckers. After only a few back and forth, they could not help themselves from exploding in my ass.

Roger Klein, the photographer responsible for the Attendant’s propaganda - which must have been very popular among the guests -, was one of those.

“So good to see you again Attendant!” He said, visibly exhilarated by the prospect of fucking me. “Watching the little film that we made together is nice, but nothing compares to the real thing!”

I am pretty certain that he was not refering to the official campaign ad, but rather to the personal porn I had no choice but to take part in after the formal shooting. Funny how I thought that I had reached my lowest point then. Things can always get worse.

“I cannot believe your Owner did no let me take your ass the last time I saw you! But now, everything is different, right?”

Only a seconds after he pronounced these words, I felt him sodomizing me. His dick was making a weird sound as it was sliding in a hole full of cum. He lasted less than two minutes. Those were my small victories now, the premature ejaculators.

After the first few hours, I was sore from everywhere. My ass of course, but my jaws too, either I had a ball gag or a dick deep in my mouth. My other limbs were not in better shape, strapped and stretched in the air. I completely lost track of time.

The awful Captain Philips came in with a tool. An electric paddle.

“Remember back at the centre, when you were protesting, just getting a single finger in that ass.” He laughed. He put two fingers in, then three. “Now you’re just begging for more dicks, right, boy!? Look at that ass, stretched and ready!”

I could not deny this fact, my asshole was now wide open. But before fucking my ass, he forced his dick into my mouth until I reached his thick ginger pubic hair with my nose. Tears dropped from my eyes but one could hardly see them through the layers of sperm covering my face.

This whole time, I was perfectly obedient. I could not move nor talk.

Still, it was not sufficient for Captain Philips. He considered that my eyes were not showing enough submission. That’s when he started to shock me with the paddle. Sadistic prick.

His dick was big, one of the biggest that I had that night. It hurt when he pounded my throat. It hurt even more when he pounded my ass. He did not want to cum in it though, after a long session of hardcore pounding, he brought back his dick to my mouth, making me suck the other men’s juice which was now dripping from his erect penis and which he had collected inside my hole.

Once I had cleaned his shaft, Philips finally cummed all over my face. He hit my eyes. It was burning and I could no longer see.

But maybe it was better not to see anything anymore...

[Chapter 15 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 15: The donators (part 2)

The guy coming in after Captain Philips was less violent but not less disgusting. A very fat man with a tiny cock. He made me think of Commander Fallon, but that was not him – Fallon was probably busy tormenting Attendants in Washington D.C.

I barely felt him fucking my ass due to the size of his micro-penis so this was fine, but then, he spent long minutes kissing me and licking the cum from the other men off my body before spitting it back in my mouth. I could have puked. The guy looked like he was in love with me or something.

This was not a political gathering. My former-father had sold me out to the biggest perverts of Ohio just so he could finance his campaign and secure some extra votes. He will get his votes. They were taking everything from me.

At some point, the rhythm got even more intense. They started coming in groups.

Two men. Then three. Then, a group of five! Maybe they were less generous donators. They did not pay enough to have me for themselves, or maybe, they just liked that, gangbanging Attendants.

Would this be considered as sex between men? Well, strictly speaking, they were not fucking each other, but two guys attempted to double penetrate my ass while I was sucking two other dicks at once. The rubbing got all of them very excited, they cummed at the same time in my mouth and in my ass, both holes were completely flooded. And this was not gay... Right?!

After ten more guys had fucked me and nutted on my face, I was probably unrecognizable and one donator complained I did not look like the propaganda poster anymore. Even my ass was no longer sufficiently titght. The poor guy could not get hard, I was too filthy. He made a scene and declared that he could only use me as urinal, which he did. I swallowed his warm piss.

Nothing new for me.

My Owner had to come in to inspect me. I was reeking cum and piss. He apologized to the disappointed guest and promised to give me back to him in a better state "next time". Of course, there would be a next time.

“Christian, you know how the Attendants are. They can be nasty creatures!”

The donator left but I heard my Owner asking the tenant:

“Should we clean it for the others?”

“It depends, some prefer them dirty. Maybe we could tell the donators who want to have it in that state that they should come now, and then, we’ll clean it for the others.”

“Sure, sure. And let’s make sure that we propose some alternative for Christian. I cannot afford to have him disappointed.”

Clean it for the others, they had said. How many others could that be? I was not sure but I thought that at least 40 guys had already used and abused me that night. I could not handle 40 more, I could not handle a single more.

The three guys that followed were probably the worst of them all. They had volunteered to have me “dirty” and I quickly realized that fucking my ass was not their priority. They had other sick games in mind.

They spat on me. Peed on me, and peed inside of me. They forced their big hairy ass onto my mouth. They slapped me. They spanked me. They made me lick their sweaty armpits. They sat on my face and smothered me with their musky hole until I could no longer breathe. And they did so much worse, some things I would not even dare to say.

I was no longer a Man, not even an Attendant, I was an object on which they could experiment their filthiest fantasies. One fucked my mouth, the other fucked my ass at the same time while the third one made sure he was pissing on my chest. Some more spit. Some more slaps.

"Open your mouth filthy pig!"

I was not really there anymore. A piece of trash cannot think and that was exactly what I had become.

All of them ended up jizzing impressive loads of cum in my asshole. The last guy was drinking the mix of all the urine and semen directly from the source: my asshole. He had his mouth wide open under my spread legs. "Push it out fag, give me your juice."

It was not even about sex anymore, just filth.

And yet, in that room, I was the one ripped away from my most basic human rights for “lewd and inappropriate behaviour”. I was the deviant one! This was the system I was living in.

Those bastards should pay.

Once they were done with me, I was in a state of swine impossible to describe.

Before being offered to some more men, I needed to be cleaned up. Of course, no Man would be asked to perform such a nasty task. An Attendant was called. He seemed disgusted by me when he entered the room. I would be too.

He took off my chains and brought me to a bathtub in a room next door. I was so sore; I could barely move, he had to carry me. Everything was a blur.

After a few minutes, I realized that I had seen this Attendant before; he was one of the guys who had jerked himself off when two of our companions started to have sex back in the Formation Centre. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since then. In reality, it had only been six months.

I would have acknowledged him but we could not talk to each other as we were both ball-gagged. I was probably too stunned to speak anyway. Preparing myself for another round of men using me.

Although, the Attendant wanted to communicate with me.

At first, I did not get it, but he insisted, making up forms in my hand with his fingers as he was washing me. Those were numbers. A 3, then a 1? He repeated it. 3. 1. 31. He looked at me. He squeezed my hand. I nodded. 31st. The day of Halloween, the day when the plan should be activated.

Was he part of the Resistance? With my fingers, I wrote “fight” on his chest. He nodded. I squeezed his hand harder. He used his fingers on my chest again:
“F”
“I”
“R”
“E”.

I was incredibly moved.

He washed my asshole carefully, almost tenderly. I was no longer smelling like piss. I was slowly getting back to my senses.

But this was not over, there were more men to please. The Attendant strapped me again on the table and left the room, with a finale look of sincere empathy, he closed the door. Now that I knew what was coming, the anticipation was even worse.

General Thompson entered shortly after. My ass was all ready for him. As if I was a virgin.

“Attendant Slutty, did you miss your favourite General’s dick?”

I nodded yes, as if I had missed him.

I was thinking “GET OUT OF HERE!”.

General Thompson fucked me. At least, he was not tormenting Nathan that night, he was too busy with my ass.

I was not surprised when he started to play with my nipples, the left one was still bruised from my last visit at his mansion. Like so many men that night, he cummed in my hole. He kissed me on the lips afterwards. I did not react. I did not try to fight back. I did not cry. I accepted his kiss. I was his whore.

After him, probably ten more guys went on me, some were coming for a second round. I thought I could recognize their dicks. Or maybe, I was becoming crazy? Was I really able to tell? In the end, probably fifty or sixty men fucked me during that night.

They generously donated their money to my father, and their sperm to his Attendant.

One day, not so long ago, I was coming home from a date with a potential prospect for marriage. I was disappointed. The girl was not very pretty or not very smart. I had spent the rest of the day at the lab with Juliet. Every other girl seemed boring compared to her. This was my main problem at the time. I could not date the girl that I wanted!

But I came back to the house and I found my father there, freaking out. He told my brother and I that gay porn had been watched in our household. We were all shocked and terrified. That night, to protect my brother, I made myself an Attendant. I was promised this was not slavery. I was promised that my basic rights would be preserved. My father had sworn to get me back home. He had told me that everything would be fine.

And now… What I had become. How low I had fallen.

My father was calling me a nasty creature, and offering me to every willing man in the State. Again, I lost track of the reality until, at some point, two men entered the room.

I had spent more than 7 hours being fucked in this hell of a room.

The two men were my Owner and my brother. I immediatly thought they were here to finish the job.

“It’s time Martin. You need to use it. Look at it. How can you still see your former-brother in this?”

“Dad… I…”

“It’s just a piece of meat Martin! A hole. A hole that you need to fuck to get over the previous connexion you were forming with it.”

“Yes, Dad, I know.”

“You want to fuck it?”

“I know that I have to. I need to train myself for my future wife and our Attendant needs to understand that I’m no longer its brother. I have to penetrate its ass.”

“Exactly. I leave you to it then, I have to speak with Christian and Arthur. I’ll come back later to check on your progress.”

The door closed. I waited, expecting the worst, expecting to feel the tip of my brother’s cock against my ass at any moment. Nothing happened. I was shaking, the chains were clattering.

Martin walked around the table to look at my face. I tried to beg him with my eyes. This was the last bridge I did not want to cross. I could not talk but he had to stop this madness. We could lie to our father, tell him that he did fuck me. I could not let him go through with it. It would ruin us, forever.

Maybe my pleading eyes worked, my brother took off the ball gag from my mouth.

“Martin…” I whispered.

He patted my hair. He looked so much older now.

“Martin… you know it was him, right?” I said painfully. My throat was very sore.

He remained silent.

“You must know. From the start, he framed me, but it was him! He’s not our father, he’s a monster.” I managed to say.

Martin looked around us, he knelt down to be at my level.

He whispered in my ear:

“I know Pete. We will make him pay. I have a plan.”

[FINAL CHAPTER IS CUMMING NEXT WEEK]

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 15: The donators (part 2)

The guy coming in after Captain Philips was less violent but not less disgusting. A very fat man with a tiny cock. He made me think of Commander Fallon, but that was not him – Fallon was probably busy tormenting Attendants in Washington D.C.

I barely felt him fucking my ass due to the size of his micro-penis so this was fine, but then, he spent long minutes kissing me and licking the cum from the other men off my body before spitting it back in my mouth. I could have puked. The guy looked like he was in love with me or something.

This was not a political gathering. My former-father had sold me out to the biggest perverts of Ohio just so he could finance his campaign and secure some extra votes. He will get his votes. They were taking everything from me.

At some point, the rhythm got even more intense. They started coming in groups.

Two men. Then three. Then, a group of five! Maybe they were less generous donators. They did not pay enough to have me for themselves, or maybe, they just liked that, gangbanging Attendants.

Would this be considered as sex between men? Well, strictly speaking, they were not fucking each other, but two guys attempted to double penetrate my ass while I was sucking two other dicks at once. The rubbing got all of them very excited, they cummed at the same time in my mouth and in my ass, both holes were completely flooded. And this was not gay... Right?!

After ten more guys had fucked me and nutted on my face, I was probably unrecognizable and one donator complained I did not look like the propaganda poster anymore. Even my ass was no longer sufficiently titght. The poor guy could not get hard, I was too filthy. He made a scene and declared that he could only use me as urinal, which he did. I swallowed his warm piss.

Nothing new for me.

My Owner had to come in to inspect me. I was reeking cum and piss. He apologized to the disappointed guest and promised to give me back to him in a better state "next time". Of course, there would be a next time.

“Christian, you know how the Attendants are. They can be nasty creatures!”

The donator left but I heard my Owner asking the tenant:

“Should we clean it for the others?”

“It depends, some prefer them dirty. Maybe we could tell the donators who want to have it in that state that they should come now, and then, we’ll clean it for the others.”

“Sure, sure. And let’s make sure that we propose some alternative for Christian. I cannot afford to have him disappointed.”

Clean it for the others, they had said. How many others could that be? I was not sure but I thought that at least 40 guys had already used and abused me that night. I could not handle 40 more, I could not handle a single more.

The three guys that followed were probably the worst of them all. They had volunteered to have me “dirty” and I quickly realized that fucking my ass was not their priority. They had other sick games in mind.

They spat on me. Peed on me, and peed inside of me. They forced their big hairy ass onto my mouth. They slapped me. They spanked me. They made me lick their sweaty armpits. They sat on my face and smothered me with their musky hole until I could no longer breathe. And they did so much worse, some things I would not even dare to say.

I was no longer a Man, not even an Attendant, I was an object on which they could experiment their filthiest fantasies. One fucked my mouth, the other fucked my ass at the same time while the third one made sure he was pissing on my chest. Some more spit. Some more slaps.

"Open your mouth filthy pig!"

I was not really there anymore. A piece of trash cannot think and that was exactly what I had become.

All of them ended up jizzing impressive loads of cum in my asshole. The last guy was drinking the mix of all the urine and semen directly from the source: my asshole. He had his mouth wide open under my spread legs. "Push it out fag, give me your juice."

It was not even about sex anymore, just filth.

And yet, in that room, I was the one ripped away from my most basic human rights for “lewd and inappropriate behaviour”. I was the deviant one! This was the system I was living in.

Those bastards should pay.

Once they were done with me, I was in a state of swine impossible to describe.

Before being offered to some more men, I needed to be cleaned up. Of course, no Man would be asked to perform such a nasty task. An Attendant was called. He seemed disgusted by me when he entered the room. I would be too.

He took off my chains and brought me to a bathtub in a room next door. I was so sore; I could barely move, he had to carry me. Everything was a blur.

After a few minutes, I realized that I had seen this Attendant before; he was one of the guys who had jerked himself off when two of our companions started to have sex back in the Formation Centre. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since then. In reality, it had only been six months.

I would have acknowledged him but we could not talk to each other as we were both ball-gagged. I was probably too stunned to speak anyway. Preparing myself for another round of men using me.

Although, the Attendant wanted to communicate with me.

At first, I did not get it, but he insisted, making up forms in my hand with his fingers as he was washing me. Those were numbers. A 3, then a 1? He repeated it. 3. 1. 31. He looked at me. He squeezed my hand. I nodded. 31st. The day of Halloween, the day when the plan should be activated.

Was he part of the Resistance? With my fingers, I wrote “fight” on his chest. He nodded. I squeezed his hand harder. He used his fingers on my chest again:
“F”
“I”
“R”
“E”.

I was incredibly moved.

He washed my asshole carefully, almost tenderly. I was no longer smelling like piss. I was slowly getting back to my senses.

But this was not over, there were more men to please. The Attendant strapped me again on the table and left the room, with a finale look of sincere empathy, he closed the door. Now that I knew what was coming, the anticipation was even worse.

General Thompson entered shortly after. My ass was all ready for him. As if I was a virgin.

“Attendant Slutty, did you miss your favourite General’s dick?”

I nodded yes, as if I had missed him.

I was thinking “GET OUT OF HERE!”.

General Thompson fucked me. At least, he was not tormenting Nathan that night, he was too busy with my ass.

I was not surprised when he started to play with my nipples, the left one was still bruised from my last visit at his mansion. Like so many men that night, he cummed in my hole. He kissed me on the lips afterwards. I did not react. I did not try to fight back. I did not cry. I accepted his kiss. I was his whore.

After him, probably ten more guys went on me, some were coming for a second round. I thought I could recognize their dicks. Or maybe, I was becoming crazy? Was I really able to tell? In the end, probably fifty or sixty men fucked me during that night.

They generously donated their money to my father, and their sperm to his Attendant.

One day, not so long ago, I was coming home from a date with a potential prospect for marriage. I was disappointed. The girl was not very pretty or not very smart. I had spent the rest of the day at the lab with Juliet. Every other girl seemed boring compared to her. This was my main problem at the time. I could not date the girl that I wanted!

But I came back to the house and I found my father there, freaking out. He told my brother and I that gay porn had been watched in our household. We were all shocked and terrified. That night, to protect my brother, I made myself an Attendant. I was promised this was not slavery. I was promised that my basic rights would be preserved. My father had sworn to get me back home. He had told me that everything would be fine.

And now… What I had become. How low I had fallen.

My father was calling me a nasty creature, and offering me to every willing man in the State. Again, I lost track of the reality until, at some point, two men entered the room.

I had spent more than 7 hours being fucked in this hell of a room.

The two men were my Owner and my brother. I immediatly thought they were here to finish the job.

“It’s time Martin. You need to use it. Look at it. How can you still see your former-brother in this?”

“Dad… I…”

“It’s just a piece of meat Martin! A hole. A hole that you need to fuck to get over the previous connexion you were forming with it.”

“Yes, Dad, I know.”

“You want to fuck it?”

“I know that I have to. I need to train myself for my future wife and our Attendant needs to understand that I’m no longer its brother. I have to penetrate its ass.”

“Exactly. I leave you to it then, I have to speak with Christian and Arthur. I’ll come back later to check on your progress.”

The door closed. I waited, expecting the worst, expecting to feel the tip of my brother’s cock against my ass at any moment. Nothing happened. I was shaking, the chains were clattering.

Martin walked around the table to look at my face. I tried to beg him with my eyes. This was the last bridge I did not want to cross. I could not talk but he had to stop this madness. We could lie to our father, tell him that he did fuck me. I could not let him go through with it. It would ruin us, forever.

Maybe my pleading eyes worked, my brother took off the ball gag from my mouth.

“Martin…” I whispered.

He patted my hair. He looked so much older now.

“Martin… you know it was him, right?” I said painfully. My throat was very sore.

He remained silent.

“You must know. From the start, he framed me, but it was him! He’s not our father, he’s a monster.” I managed to say.

Martin looked around us, he knelt down to be at my level.

He whispered in my ear:

“I know Pete. We will make him pay. I have a plan.”

[FINAL CHAPTER IS CUMMING NEXT WEEK]

Awesome ending

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 15: The donators (part 2)

The guy coming in after Captain Philips was less violent but not less disgusting. A very fat man with a tiny cock. He made me think of Commander Fallon, but that was not him – Fallon was probably busy tormenting Attendants in Washington D.C.

I barely felt him fucking my ass due to the size of his micro-penis so this was fine, but then, he spent long minutes kissing me and licking the cum from the other men off my body before spitting it back in my mouth. I could have puked. The guy looked like he was in love with me or something.

This was not a political gathering. My former-father had sold me out to the biggest perverts of Ohio just so he could finance his campaign and secure some extra votes. He will get his votes. They were taking everything from me.

At some point, the rhythm got even more intense. They started coming in groups.

Two men. Then three. Then, a group of five! Maybe they were less generous donators. They did not pay enough to have me for themselves, or maybe, they just liked that, gangbanging Attendants.

Would this be considered as sex between men? Well, strictly speaking, they were not fucking each other, but two guys attempted to double penetrate my ass while I was sucking two other dicks at once. The rubbing got all of them very excited, they cummed at the same time in my mouth and in my ass, both holes were completely flooded. And this was not gay... Right?!

After ten more guys had fucked me and nutted on my face, I was probably unrecognizable and one donator complained I did not look like the propaganda poster anymore. Even my ass was no longer sufficiently titght. The poor guy could not get hard, I was too filthy. He made a scene and declared that he could only use me as urinal, which he did. I swallowed his warm piss.

Nothing new for me.

My Owner had to come in to inspect me. I was reeking cum and piss. He apologized to the disappointed guest and promised to give me back to him in a better state "next time". Of course, there would be a next time.

“Christian, you know how the Attendants are. They can be nasty creatures!”

The donator left but I heard my Owner asking the tenant:

“Should we clean it for the others?”

“It depends, some prefer them dirty. Maybe we could tell the donators who want to have it in that state that they should come now, and then, we’ll clean it for the others.”

“Sure, sure. And let’s make sure that we propose some alternative for Christian. I cannot afford to have him disappointed.”

Clean it for the others, they had said. How many others could that be? I was not sure but I thought that at least 40 guys had already used and abused me that night. I could not handle 40 more, I could not handle a single more.

The three guys that followed were probably the worst of them all. They had volunteered to have me “dirty” and I quickly realized that fucking my ass was not their priority. They had other sick games in mind.

They spat on me. Peed on me, and peed inside of me. They forced their big hairy ass onto my mouth. They slapped me. They spanked me. They made me lick their sweaty armpits. They sat on my face and smothered me with their musky hole until I could no longer breathe. And they did so much worse, some things I would not even dare to say.

I was no longer a Man, not even an Attendant, I was an object on which they could experiment their filthiest fantasies. One fucked my mouth, the other fucked my ass at the same time while the third one made sure he was pissing on my chest. Some more spit. Some more slaps.

"Open your mouth filthy pig!"

I was not really there anymore. A piece of trash cannot think and that was exactly what I had become.

All of them ended up jizzing impressive loads of cum in my asshole. The last guy was drinking the mix of all the urine and semen directly from the source: my asshole. He had his mouth wide open under my spread legs. "Push it out fag, give me your juice."

It was not even about sex anymore, just filth.

And yet, in that room, I was the one ripped away from my most basic human rights for “lewd and inappropriate behaviour”. I was the deviant one! This was the system I was living in.

Those bastards should pay.

Once they were done with me, I was in a state of swine impossible to describe.

Before being offered to some more men, I needed to be cleaned up. Of course, no Man would be asked to perform such a nasty task. An Attendant was called. He seemed disgusted by me when he entered the room. I would be too.

He took off my chains and brought me to a bathtub in a room next door. I was so sore; I could barely move, he had to carry me. Everything was a blur.

After a few minutes, I realized that I had seen this Attendant before; he was one of the guys who had jerked himself off when two of our companions started to have sex back in the Formation Centre. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since then. In reality, it had only been six months.

I would have acknowledged him but we could not talk to each other as we were both ball-gagged. I was probably too stunned to speak anyway. Preparing myself for another round of men using me.

Although, the Attendant wanted to communicate with me.

At first, I did not get it, but he insisted, making up forms in my hand with his fingers as he was washing me. Those were numbers. A 3, then a 1? He repeated it. 3. 1. 31. He looked at me. He squeezed my hand. I nodded. 31st. The day of Halloween, the day when the plan should be activated.

Was he part of the Resistance? With my fingers, I wrote “fight” on his chest. He nodded. I squeezed his hand harder. He used his fingers on my chest again:
“F”
“I”
“R”
“E”.

I was incredibly moved.

He washed my asshole carefully, almost tenderly. I was no longer smelling like piss. I was slowly getting back to my senses.

But this was not over, there were more men to please. The Attendant strapped me again on the table and left the room, with a finale look of sincere empathy, he closed the door. Now that I knew what was coming, the anticipation was even worse.

General Thompson entered shortly after. My ass was all ready for him. As if I was a virgin.

“Attendant Slutty, did you miss your favourite General’s dick?”

I nodded yes, as if I had missed him.

I was thinking “GET OUT OF HERE!”.

General Thompson fucked me. At least, he was not tormenting Nathan that night, he was too busy with my ass.

I was not surprised when he started to play with my nipples, the left one was still bruised from my last visit at his mansion. Like so many men that night, he cummed in my hole. He kissed me on the lips afterwards. I did not react. I did not try to fight back. I did not cry. I accepted his kiss. I was his whore.

After him, probably ten more guys went on me, some were coming for a second round. I thought I could recognize their dicks. Or maybe, I was becoming crazy? Was I really able to tell? In the end, probably fifty or sixty men fucked me during that night.

They generously donated their money to my father, and their sperm to his Attendant.

One day, not so long ago, I was coming home from a date with a potential prospect for marriage. I was disappointed. The girl was not very pretty or not very smart. I had spent the rest of the day at the lab with Juliet. Every other girl seemed boring compared to her. This was my main problem at the time. I could not date the girl that I wanted!

But I came back to the house and I found my father there, freaking out. He told my brother and I that gay porn had been watched in our household. We were all shocked and terrified. That night, to protect my brother, I made myself an Attendant. I was promised this was not slavery. I was promised that my basic rights would be preserved. My father had sworn to get me back home. He had told me that everything would be fine.

And now… What I had become. How low I had fallen.

My father was calling me a nasty creature, and offering me to every willing man in the State. Again, I lost track of the reality until, at some point, two men entered the room.

I had spent more than 7 hours being fucked in this hell of a room.

The two men were my Owner and my brother. I immediatly thought they were here to finish the job.

“It’s time Martin. You need to use it. Look at it. How can you still see your former-brother in this?”

“Dad… I…”

“It’s just a piece of meat Martin! A hole. A hole that you need to fuck to get over the previous connexion you were forming with it.”

“Yes, Dad, I know.”

“You want to fuck it?”

“I know that I have to. I need to train myself for my future wife and our Attendant needs to understand that I’m no longer its brother. I have to penetrate its ass.”

“Exactly. I leave you to it then, I have to speak with Christian and Arthur. I’ll come back later to check on your progress.”

The door closed. I waited, expecting the worst, expecting to feel the tip of my brother’s cock against my ass at any moment. Nothing happened. I was shaking, the chains were clattering.

Martin walked around the table to look at my face. I tried to beg him with my eyes. This was the last bridge I did not want to cross. I could not talk but he had to stop this madness. We could lie to our father, tell him that he did fuck me. I could not let him go through with it. It would ruin us, forever.

Maybe my pleading eyes worked, my brother took off the ball gag from my mouth.

“Martin…” I whispered.

He patted my hair. He looked so much older now.

“Martin… you know it was him, right?” I said painfully. My throat was very sore.

He remained silent.

“You must know. From the start, he framed me, but it was him! He’s not our father, he’s a monster.” I managed to say.

Martin looked around us, he knelt down to be at my level.

He whispered in my ear:

“I know Pete. We will make him pay. I have a plan.”

[FINAL CHAPTER IS CUMMING NEXT WEEK]

Finally about fucking time. Sorry but I’m so mad. Slow and painful deaths for them all. Honestly you can’t end this with some half hearted revenge it needs to be satisfying.

And please no raping them either because let’s face it they’ll enjoy it

 

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 16: The other plan

-- Part 1: Martin's plan --

"I know Pete. We will make him pay. I have a plan."

I could not believe it.

I did not need to convince my brother! He already knew that our father was a monster and, better than that, he actually had a plan to save us!

However, I did not get the chance to hear any more about Martin's "plan", our father came back in the room only seconds after he had left. He looked anxious and in a hurry.

"What's going on here?" He barked at my brother.

Martin had taken my ball gag off. He was kneeling beside me. This was suspicious.

Martin spat on my face and harshly slapped my face.

"I wanted it to lube my cock in its fag mouth before fucking its ass, dad." My brother casually replied, spitting on my cheek a second time to punctuate his sentence.

Surely, it was the smart thing to do to keep our cover, but I was terrified that our father would ask Martin to turn these words into action. Thankfully, my Owner seemed to have other things in mind.

"No time for this anymore! We have to go."

My father hastily and aggressively unchained me. I almost fell from the torture table. Semen was still dripping from my opened and torn up asshole. I was very disoriented.

"What's going on, dad?" Martin was apparently as clueless as I was. It was not a good sign.

"Just follow me!"

I was struggling standing up after hours spent lying down, my arms and legs chained up in the air. The sleezy bar was agitated, all the remaining guests seemed in a hurry to leave.

We got out by a back door following General Thompson who literally ran to meet his chauffeur on the parking lot. He seemed concerned too. What the hell was going on?

Only once we were in the car, my father explained to my brother:

"Some liberals folks were about to come down here with cameras and shit, trying to expose something."

"I don't understand. What we were doing here, it was not illegal, no?"

Martin was right. These men were merely raping an Attendant. Nothing reprehensible in the eyes of the law.

"No, of course not! We did nothing wrong. But the way I reward the donators of my campaign should not be of anybody's concerns!"

In the back of the car, I kept my head down in silence as I had been taught. I had lost both the ball gag and the butt plug in the kerfuffle in the bar. I was numb. My ass hurt like hell. Was it a nightmare or had I been really fucked, pissed on and abused by roughly fifty or sixty men? This number made my head spin.

I held on to my brother words. I repeated them on loop in my head. He had a plan. He had a plan. He had a plan. He had a plan.

What plan though?

Was Matin in with the resistance? Did he get access to the flash drive? Did he have something else in mind? Fuck. What if his plan were to clash with the Resistance's efforts? We needed to talk, coordinate ourselves. It was early morning of October 31st, we did not have much time.

The sun was rising when we arrived home. I was extenuated.

My brother went to his room to catch up on some sleep but my Owner had several calls to run after the incident at the bar. I was asked to stay at his feet, licking them. After a couple of hours, I miserably fell asleep on the floor, his dirty toes stuck in my mouth. My ass had not been washed and was still filled with strangers' cum.

I woke up on the floor in the living room, around noon. I was alone. The house was quiet.

I drank some water from the kitchen sink and swallowed two pieces of bread. I say swallow because we cannot really call what I need there “eating”. I needed to act fact. First of all, I had to talk to my brother.

I went upstairs trying to remain discreet. Both my brother and father bedroom's doors were closed. I assumed they were both sleeping at this point. I entered in my brother's room in silence, my heart was pounding in my chest.

His bed was undone but Martin was not there.

Fuck.

I paced around the house, pretending to clean things up. After a while, I figured my Owner was gone too. Where the hell were they?

I took a very long shower. I spent nearly two hours under the freezing water trying to remove the filth of the previous night. I rubbed every inch of my skin multiple times but I still felt dirty. Every time my brain started to recall what had happened, I blocked the thoughts out. I simply could not afford to process my pain and my humiliation; I would lose my mind and there was no time for this.

After that, I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. If I wanted to burn down the house, I could, I had matches. We were the 31st, it was about to happen all around the state. There were knives too. I could just kill my step-father. End it all. But again, my brother told me he had a plan.

Did he really?

I had never been that nervous in my life. I wanted to find Juliet or Nathan, tell them to stop the whole Resistance's operation. This was too crazy, too dangerous.

From 5:30 pm, I was frantically looking at the window every two minutes to see if my father and brother were coming back.

The sun was coming down.

At 8 pm, I was going through the craziest scenarios in my head explaining their absence, terrified of what would happen in the next few hours.

Outside, nobody was really celebrating Halloween. No children were in the streets. I thought back of the time when I was a child. When America was still a democracy. When gay people could get married. I laughed out loud like a maniac.

Gay marriage, what a crazy idea! I laughed some more. Maybe I had gone through too much and I was actually becoming insane?

Finally, at 8:45 pm, my Owner and my brother came back home.

Both of them seemed a bit nervous but not overly concerned. I waited for them, naked, kneeling down in the entrance. I was shaking although I do not think any of them noticed. I was not wearing my butt plug either but none of them seemed to care, they did not give me a single look.

"I think we're good. The Party will announce my nomination tomorrow and it will be done. As for Ganderson, we need to be prepared to every eventuality, her staying or her leaving the oval office."

My dad was casually talking politics with my brother. The world had not collapsed yet.

I served them dinner. I wanted to scream. I wanted to take my brother aside. I knew that somewhere, somehow, Terrence was sending the compromising files from the flash drive to every active email address in America. I knew that somewhere else, Attendants were preparing to burn down their houses. Were they though? Would that actually happen? Maybe someone in the Resistance had got arrested. Maybe nothing would happen.

Finally, while he was eating his dessert, my Owner looked at his phone.

"I just received a very peculiar email." He stated.

My heart skipped a beat. This was actually happening!

My Owner started scrolling through, mumbling in his beard. I could not comprehend any word he was saying. My brother looked at his own emails. He seemed surprised. So, he did not know about the flash drive? Martin was not in with the Resistance's plan?

"Dad, I think this is serious. Look, those are from General Schneider."

My former-father did not respond. He was only talking to himself, taking notes on a pad.

"Schneider, mmm, maybe that's good. President Ganderson. What the hell is this crap?"

I am pretty sure he was looking to see if his own name would come up. As far as I knew, nothing in the files was related to my father. I had not added anything in it.

"Oh god..." Martin whispered. He had just opened a file containing thousands of pictures of Attendants being tortured.

"This is..." He could not finish his sentence. From where I was kneeling down, I could see pictures of an Attendant being threatened with a knife. Martin could not look at the rest of the pictures.

Maybe nothing would change but at least, now, nobody could pretend that they did not know about what was really happening to the Attendants.

Our father finally paid attention to my brother:

"Martin, we will have to arrange a meeting with Commander Johnson asap to adjust our political response and...."

Someone knocked at the door, interrupting him.

"Attendant." My Owner shouted at my direction.

This was my signal to go open the door. I hurried in the entrance, millions of thoughts battling in my head.

I opened to see Xavier Richard standing behind the door, looking grave and serious behind his tiny round glasses. He was accompanied by three other men. I knew two of them: there was Cooper, the buff guy who had come to take me on the faithful night I had become an Attendant, and Captain Philips who had fucked me less than 24 hours before.

Behind them, another muscular guy was holding a gun and looked quite frightening.

"Where is your Owner, Attendant?" Mr. Richard asked.

"My Owner is having dinner with his son. Please come in, Sirs" I bowed down.

I guided them in the living-room, trembling.

"Xavier, what a pleasure to see you here! Gentlemen." My father nodded to the other three. "I imagine this is about this atrocious email we have just received."

"The atrocious email?" Richard asked. He seemed surprised, maybe they were not aware of the leak yet.

"Yes... I am afraid it does not look to good for Schneider. Being sodomized by his own Attendant, with his own cane! Who would have thought? I guess you made the right choice betting on me for the Governor's spot!"

My Owner tried a confident smile but Xavier Richard just held his hand in the air to make him shut up. This was very unusual; my father was hierarchically superior to Richard. Especially now that he was about to become Governor.

"Look Stephan, your rumbling about Schneider will not solve anything. I am afraid that I come here tonight bearing some very bad news."

"What's happening Xavier? You are worrying me." My father enquired.

I could see that he was battling with himself to remain steady and keep up the appearances.

"We have been made aware of very troubling activities, Mister Clarck."

It was like I was reliving the exact scene of my arrest, six months before. Was I losing my mind? Probably. Inspector Cooper was smiling largely behind Richard.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what this is about. And my name is General Clarck, not Mister Clarck. You certainly know that, Xavier."

"Stephan Clarck, you are under arrest for engaging in unlawful homosexual activities." Xavier Richard finally stated with a heavy sight.

My heard dropped in my chest.

"Xavier? What? What the hell is this non-sense? I am plainly authorized to fuck my Attendant if and whenever it pleases me! This does not make me a homosexual!"

"This has nothing to do with you Attendant, Mister Clarck."

"I won't say this again, you address me as General!" My father was now very agitated and I got chills all over my naked body.

"We address you how we fucking want, faggot!" Cooper intervened, visibly very pleased by this turn of events.

"I won't let this go down!" Shouted my father. "You have no idea who you are dealing with. I can have Commander Fallon in D.C.... No, forget this, I can have President Ganderson on the line in a minute! This is outrageous. Unacceptable!"

"Neither of them will be able to help your case, Clarck." Philips stated.

He took some documents from a brown file that he was holding. They were polaroid pictures; I had not seen polaroid in years. He handed them to my father.

If it was possible, the atmosphere in the room got even more tense.

My father started shaking uncontrollably, unable to detach his eyes from the incriminating pictures.

"Those are... Those are... This is evidently a set-up! Come on Xavier, this is obviously a political ruse! Parker or Schneider must be behind this! Philips, after everything I've done for you! I've just nominated you the head of the Formation centre! This is... this is plot against the Governor of Ohio!"

"Stephan, do not make this harder than it already is." Richard spoke.

"Mister Clarck you have been photographed having sexual intercourse with another Man, Mister Tom Garner, in your office, inside an official state government building! This is a disgrace which goes beyond anything we could have ever imagined. We have no other choice but to proceed with your immediate arrest."

Tom Garner, he was the young photographer assistant. What the hell? My mind was exploding.

"No... No Xavier... This is..."

"Will you accept to follow us to the station or will we need to use force?"

My father turned to my brother. I was terribly confused but Martin was not.

I could not process it. Just like Cooper and Philips, my younger brother was actually smiling. This might have been the scariest thing to happen thus far.

"Martin?" Begged my father.

"Father, all I can say is that I am shocked and appalled. This is sickening. Gentlemen, would you escort this man, well, this being, out of my house!"

"MARTIN!" This time my father really lost it.

His eyes looked like they were about to come out of his head.

"Martin... This is... NO!"

He screamed out of his lungs as Cooper was trying to grab him.

"Calm down, Stephan."

"No! You don't understand! This... Martin is the homosexual! THIS DISGUSTING BOY HAS BEEN AN HOMOSEXUAL ALL HIS LIFE! I SWEAR! BOTH OF THEM, FAGS!" He pointed at my brother and I. "NOT ME! I... THIS IS A SET UP!"

Despite the yelling, Martin remained calm and even stood closer to his father, facing him, almost dominating him. When did my baby brother turn into this confident and unapologetic man? I was as impressed as I was terrified.

In a firm voice, Martin stated:

"Evidently, there has been a single homosexual in this house all this time, and it was you father. Not Peter, not me. It was you."

At this point, my father ran towards my brother and pushed him against the couch, it moved and broke the coffee table. The two fell over the couch and started to fight on the floor, in the broken glasses.

My former-father started strangling his own son:

"You... fucking... faggot!"

I was too stunned to move but thankfully, the inspectors acted quickly. Philips used his Taser on my father -- it was his speciality; I knew that too well -- and the other two men grabbed both of his arms. Xavier Richard stayed aside, just repositioning his round glasses on his nose. After a second electric shock, my father dropped on the floor, unconscious.

My brother seemed ruffled but fine.

"Thank you, gentlemen." Martin said, standing up as if it were nothing. "Should we fix the fate of the Attendant now? As discussed, I am afraid that all of this was a tragic mistake from the start."

Xavier Richard looked at me. He then winked at my brother. My heart was racing again. That was it then, my brother's plan! Was I about to get freed?

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Chapter 16: The other plan

-- Part 2 : The Resistance Plan --

Cooper cut off the conversation:

"Gentlemen, outside!" He shouted.

He was pointing at the window; a strange orange light was lighting up the streets and now the inside of our messy living-room.

"Fuck, this house is actually burning down!"

For a minute, I had forgotten this was supposed to happen. But it was happening, right before our eyes. Attendants were completing their missions, creating chaos.

"Hurry-up guys, this is not good! Let's bring this one to the station!" Xavier Richard said pointing to my still unconscious father.

"Wait! What about my brother?" Shouted Martin. "What about the Attendant? Don't forget our deal, Richard!"

Martin tried to run after them but the inspectors were already pulling our father out of the house. They threw him in their van like a huge piece of meat. Philips teared up his shirt in the process, exposing his hairy manly chest. Some of our neighbours were standing outside in their robes or pyjamas. Everyone seemed confused by what was going on. I was too.

An instant later, my brother and I were alone in the house and everything went quiet again.

It felt like I had just run a marathon. I had not realized that I was sweating a lot, pearls of sweat were dripping down my ass crack. Of course, I was still in the nude.

Martin was looking through the window. He seemed determined not to look at me.

"Martin?" I whispered softly.

He stood there for a while before finally conceding to turn around. His gaze went naturally on my dick. He walked towards me; I did not know what to expect.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he hugged me and broke in tears over my shoulder.

We stayed like this for long minutes, unable to say a word to each other as he was breaking down. Still, I was trying to hold myself together, I knew the night had only begun.

"Pete. I'm so sorry." He cried out. "I'm sorry about last night, about everything. I know you can never forgive me for what I've done to you but, if you knew how sorry I am..."

"Martin, calm down..."

Martin was uncontrollably sobbing now. A few minutes before, he was so calm, so impressive confronting our father but right there, he was my baby brother again.

"I'm so sorry Pete... He manipulated me, he lied... He made me do stuff."

He knelt down and grabbed my naked ankles. His eyes were at the level of my dick. Tears were running down his beautiful cheeks.

"Martin... calm down. Please!" I begged.

"Pete... I... The things they did to you... I'd do anything to change this..."

"Martin, breathe!" I knelt down as well to be at his level, I held his head in my hands.

"Martin! You have to get yourself together!"

He was crying so much; he was choking himself. I slapped him to get him to calm down. "We need to talk."

I locked eyes with him. He breathed deeply and we both sat down on the floor, leaning against the back of the overturned couch.

"Just tell me what happened Martin. We need to figure shit out."

"Peter. I feel so stupid... I was wrong. I thought it was you. I thought you were trying to frame me."

"When did you figure that dad was lying?"

"A few weeks ago. I think I figured it out during the photoshoot they made us do. They shocked you so bad that you fainted at some point. And during that time, dad did things to me as I was wearing the Attendant's uniform. Horrible things... And it just hit me. It was him... Not you! Maybe I always knew in some way but Pete, he has been manipulated me for months, probably for years!"

I put my hand on his watery cheek.

"I'm the one who's sorry Martin... I thought you were gay and I was afraid of what would happen to you, so I told them it was me. I thought about mom. I tried to help. This was a terrible mistake."

"You were right though." He marked a pause. "I am gay."

At this point, we both stopped talking. That was such a huge thing to say in the world we were living in. We heard something which sounded like a bomb blowing up outside.

"But I have never watched porn. I promise. I know it is forbidden to act on my sick impulses and I swear I have never done it."

"The system is sick, Martin, not you."

He smiled lightly. We heard another detonation outside and a fire truck passed by the house. Martin had calmed down and spoke again.

"Since the photoshoot, I have been working on a plan. I wanted to stop dad. I knew he was a homosexual and that it could get him arrested. I wanted him to confess everything."

"What did you do?"

"Well... It was tough. Dad is smart and he could have all the sex that he wanted with Attendants so he did not have any real reason to go with another Man and risk everything. I was giving up on my plan when General Thompson offered to help me."

"What? I thought that Thompson was working with dad!"

"Maybe, but behind the scenes, Thompson still wanted the Governor's job, they made a deal with Xavier Richard and Captain Philips. The three of them were secretly working against our dad and against Schneider this whole time. I don't know how Thompson knew that I would be willing to come after dad as well, but he approached me and we made a deal. We organized a set-up with the photographer's assistant that we had met during the campaign photoshoot. The poor guy is just a collateral victim of this plan. He will be prosecuted as gay too." He said sombrely.

I was flabbergasted. I was very worried too.

"Martin, that's insane."

"Pete, Thompson promised me you would be free if I helped them catch dad! This should be settled tonight. And even if they were to go back on their deal, now that dad is gone, I am your rightful Owner so you're no longer in danger!"

I had the instinctive reaction of taking a step back.

"Never! You hear me, Martin. Never I will accept to become your slave again!"

"No, no, that's not what I meant! I would not really be your Owner; you would not be really... "

I cut him off:

"I don't care about being an Attendant handled with some kind dignity in private. I don't want to be a well-treated slave! I want to be free! And, it's not only about me. The whole system is fucked up. Not just our dad! Martin, something is happening tonight. We are fighting against the Government! The whole thing might just collapse!"

"We? Who are “we”? What are you talking about?"

"The mail dad and you received earlier. The houses burning down right now! There is a group, a Resistance group and they are acting as we speak! All the people in the files, either they will be proven to be homosexuals or at the very least, to have breach the Code. Parker and Schneider are finished! Hell, Thompson is probably dead right now. His Attendant was set to kill him!"

"That's not good Pete! We were... You have no idea of the deals I had to make with the people in place to guarantee your safety... We need Thompson! He was the one who made the promise to free you! And you have no idea, the other ones in the Government, they are even worse! Only President Ganderson was setting some limits to those guys. Now... If everything falls down, we're screwed, she will have to leave and it will be even worse... How do you know about all this Resistance stuff?"

"I've been working with them. Martin, this is not just about us and we are already leaving the worst! We should have fought back as soon as this atrocious Attendant's status was announced."

"Fuck. Do you think I don't know that?"

We stopped talking.

There was a lot of information to process. I realized that there was a grey sock on the floor, it used to be hidden under the couch. I looked at it. I remembered. Mark Johnson's sock. The one he made me swallow.

Was it only a few months ago or did it happen in a different lifetime?

Since then, the young Mark Johnson had been killed on the battlefields. His sadistic uncle had mentioned it to my father during his last visit, while he was fucking my ass. Later, as I was swallowing his piss, he had said that he was glad his nephew had been killed, better than being a fag like me.

"Can I get dressed?" I eventually asked my younger brother.

"Of course." He held me. "Pete. You don't have to ask me."

It would be hard getting used to freedom again, if I would ever get to that point.

I went upstairs, Martin followed me. He offered me some of his clothes, they were a bit tight but I was not about to complain. For the first time in six months, I felt actual fabrics on my skin. It was weird, almost unnatural.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I said earlier, about becoming your next Owner. You're right. This is a bad idea. This is too fucked up. I just wanted to make sure that you would be safe. I never meant that I wanted you to be my Attendant."

I sighed.

"Martin, I think we should run. I don't trust these guys, even if Thompson still gets to be Governor, I don't see them freeing me. Not after tonight. I don't think we can ever be safe here. There is a lot of agitation right now. Look, we could take the car and use that momentum to try and run away."

"I don't know Pete... Where would we go? They would kill us."

"Yes, probably. But at least, it would be our choice."

He thought about it for a few seconds, and the decision was made:

"Ok big brother. Let's run then."

I grabbed some more clothes from my brother, we put some other necessities in a couple of bags. We were almost ready to leave when I realized:

"Fuck, Martin! I had forgotten about that damn thing!"

"What?"

"My collar! It has a tracker inside of it! And we don't have the key! They can locate me at any given moment."

It took us about half an hour to empty every closet and drawer in our father's bedroom but we never found the key. In the end, my brother had to use pliers from the garage to cut the collar off my neck. It was risky but it worked.

We were finally set but we had lost some precious time searching for the stupid key.

I did not know that yet but those few minutes would make all the difference between freedom and enslavement.

As we were running up to the car, two military vans parked in our driveway. Seven soldiers came out from the vehicles, pointing their heavy weapons towards us. We had no choice but to kneel down on the ground.

We were done.

The night was dark and cold but flames dancing from the fire down the street were illuminating the sky. I looked at my brother, his face was covered with a beautiful shade of light orange. He looked beautiful but he seemed defeated. He mouthed "sorry" towards me. I was too.

We had missed our chance of running away.

We were brought to a police station but the men holding us were not inspectors or policemen, they were actual soldiers from the army, normally fighting overseas. On the way to the station, I could see that at least some Attendants did put the Resistance plan into action as several neighbourhoods were dealing with fire.

The whole town seemed about to explode. People were marching down the streets.

I saw an old lady holding a sign: "The Attendants are HUMAN not beings!". For a split second, that made me immensely happy. But then, the horror. The army was coming at her. I did not see it but I heard the bullet being shot.

How many people would be killed that night? Would the system survive? Would I survive? Somehow, I was thinking that it would either be one or the other.

Once in the police station, I was separated from my brother who was escorted by soldiers at the other end of a corridor. I shouted after him as I was taken the other way. Soon, I was walking in the middle of a busy open space, soldiers and inspectors were everywhere. The tension was palpable.

That's when I saw him.

Or maybe should I say "it"?

My step-father was there.

Surrounded by dozens of people, he was stark naked in the middle of the crowded place, kneeling down in front of Captain Philips.

Philips was holding a remote, some guards were actually putting the shock collar on my father's neck. His big meaty cock was already in a chastity cage. Did he get an erection before? Or was it now standard protocol to cage each new Attendant?

I had already seen my father naked countless of times, but there, he looked entirely different. Sure, he still had his muscular chest, his big hairy thighs, his masculine features, but it was like the submissive position he was forced to take had already turned him into a different person, or rather, a different "being".

I had thought he would be sentenced to death as he had committed the worst of the crimes: engaging in homosexual behaviour, being fucked and fucking another Man. Was he being turned into an Attendant instead? That was not good news, that meant that somehow, the Attendance System was still in place, at least, at that very moment.

Our eyes met. My former dad was pathetic kneeling at the feet of his former subaltern. For a split second, I thought he was about to beg me for help. He did not.

I could not help it though. I shouted:

"Captain Philips, don't forget what my father used to say. You have to completely break them before re-educating them!"

I earned a laugh from Philips. The last thing I saw was my former-father getting ball gagged. The butt plug was coming next, I was sure. I smiled to myself.

I wanted to go back. I wanted to appreciate every second of my father being turned into a sex slave. I wanted to shock him myself. I wanted to piss in his throat. I wanted to cum inside his hairy asshole. I wanted him to submit to me.

Instead, I was thrown into a cellar. Several other guys were already there. They were either naked or wearing the Attendants uniform, they were all collared. I was the only one wearing normal clothes.

The satisfaction I got from seeing my father being that diminished did not last long.

After all of this, I was still an Attendant. The only difference was that father and son were now in the same boat.

Some more people were brought to the cellar and it became crowded. I stood out in my clothes but nobody asked a single question. As a matter of fact, nobody dared talking at all. As Attendants, we had all learnt to be quiet and to accept commands without questioning them.

We could hear bombings outside. I thought about Juliet and her husband. Someone was praying besides me. Maybe I should pray too. For my brother, taken who knows where, for Nathan and the other Attendants, for our freedom.

I heard one man walking by our cellar, he was on a phone:

"Ganderson is out. They are blaming Ohio Officials; they are afraid what's happening here will spread across the country."

It had not spread. Yet.

I ended up falling asleep on the floor of the cell, or maybe, I had just fainted from exhaustion.

All I know is that some moments later, I was woken up by a familiar voice whispering in my ear:

"Pete. Wake-up. Pete."

Was I dreaming?

"Pete. It's me, Nate, you have to wake-up."

I semi opened my eyes. He was there.

"Nathan?"

"Pete, are you ok? Why are you wearing normal clothes?"

It was real. Nathan was alive. The feeling of relief was immense.

"Nate, what are you doing here? What's happening?"

"Thompson is dead." He laconically stated. "They have brought all of the Attendants of the city inhere."

Instantly, everything came back to mind. Nathan had gone through with his plan, then. He had killed his master. I held his hands, not worrying about the other Attendants or guards seeing us.

"Oh Nate... What are they going to do to you?"

"It was not me. His own son shot him." Nathan looked at the floor. "In the end, I could not do it... But the other Attendant... he became sort of insane when the files got leaked and he, well Andrew, his real name was Andrew, he killed him."

"I get it." I said, genuinely. "I could have killed my own father tonight."

"What are you doing here, Pete? In these free man clothes? And for God's sake, did feel the need to show off your muscles that bad to pick a t-shirt so fucking tight?!"

I smiled. Even in these circumstances, Nathan was still himself.

"Does this cellar look like freedom to you? My father was arrested. They are turning him as an Attendant... My brother did... Well, it's a long story. He tried to get me free. I have no idea what they are going to do with me. I saw people marching down the streets. The Resistance is actually fighting."

"I know... But I don't think we're winning."

As we were holding hands with Nathan, it slowly hit me. Because Thompson was dead, the plan of my brother was definitely over. Thompson could not become Governor and keep his side of the deal. I would not be freed.

"Nate, no matter what happens. I wanted to say..."

"I know Pete." He held my hand tighter. "We're in this together."

Another Attendant cut us off, he whispered at us angrily:

"Guys, lower your damn voices. The guards are right there. The Attendants who have actively participated in the revolution are already dead. They probably don't think that we did anything wrong or we would not be here right now, so shut the hell up!"

I did shut up. There was nothing left to say anyway. Nathan and I sat beside each other in silence and waited for our fate to be sealed.

Finally, it was time, a guard came to get me.

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Chapter 16: The other plan (Epilogue)

-- Part 3: Peter's plan --

I was brought to the other side of the building. The station seemed quieter now. Only a few inspectors were still working and there was no sign of my dad. He was probably being escorted to the Attendance Formation Centre. I smiled to that thought.

I was led into an office.

I thought nothing could shock me anymore but I still felt a huge weight falling in my stomach when I saw my younger brother, naked and collared, kneeling down in front of Xavier Richard, Captain Philips and Commander Johnson.

This hell would never end!

Commander Johnson looked at me.

"And here it is! Our star! Weird to see it with some clothes on, right, gentlemen?"

My brother looked up towards me. His face was red. He had cried.

"We had a deal!" He shouted, his voice shaking. "My father is being turned into an Attendant as we speak! Now it's your turn to honour your part of the deal!"

Commander Johnson pushed a 3 on his remote and my brother screamed of pain. He fell on the floor and begged for the Commander to stop. I screamed too. I begged too. But Johnson could not care less.

Despite everything, I would have given everything to take the place of my brother, being shocked in his place. Always, I would rather suffer than letting him go through with this pain. But our places had been reversed in this office. I was clothed and he was nude and submitted.

Once my brother had calmed down, Johnson spoke again:

"I did not sign any deal, Attendant, and you will have to learn to speak only when authorized to do so. You made an agreement with a now dead-man, that was your mistake. Be certain that we did appreciate your help when it came to exposing your former-father's sins, but we cannot deny that his stories about you, being a homosexual as well, do align."

I could not believe we had gone through all of this to end here. This was so frustrating.

"What are you doing still dressed up like a man, Attendant?" Philips asked at my attention.

"The minute you Owner has been arrested; you have become property of the Ohio State. We are in full capacity of doing whatever we want with you." Explained Johnson. "The situation had turned quite funny, no? A father and his two sons, all three of them, ratting each other out and becoming Attendants. I guess fagness can be hereditary after all!"

They laughed.

My heart sank further.

"You promised me..." Mumbled my brother. "Thompson was about to get Governor..."

"Well. He is no longer here, is he?" Philips violently slapped Martin. He then ran his hand down his chest until he reached his cock. He squeezed it.

"No!" I shouted. "Please stop!" I knelt down, begging.

"Naked." Johnson said, looking at me.

Beside him, Xavier Richard was nervously playing with his glasses in his hands.

"Naked or I shock this one!" Repeated Johnson, pointing at my younger brother.

He knew how to get me to behave.

Without any other choice, I undressed. In a matter of a few seconds, I was back to my naked state and was kneeling down besides my brother, retrieving my Attendant place. When I first went through this exact process, I was shocked and terrified, now, I was just hopeless.

"I guess we will send this one to the Attendance Formation Centre so he can join his former-father." Philips suggested, pointing at my younger brother. "I'll take special care of training them and I'm sure a father and son duo will be of great value for the State!"

"Yes, yes... Although, we must take quite a few factors into consideration here. For instance, this one has its face plastered in the entire country..." Richard spoke.

At this point, a woman entered the room:

"Governor Johnson, President Fallon is on the line for you."

It took a few seconds for the information to reach my brain. Johnson had managed to grab the Governor's seat in the mist of everything that had happened, that was now clear. But "President" Fallon? This could not be! The fat clown from Washington D.C., now president of the United States?

"Brilliant." Johnson smiled.

He got up to take the call. Richard and Philips, although they were not invited to do so, followed him. They seemed eager to be included in this first talk with the now most powerful man in the World.

We had a few seconds alone with my brother. Maybe our last ones.

"Pete... I'm so sorry... I never should have trusted these guys..."

"Martin, they are responsible, not you, not us. We have to stop blaming ourselves! Something good came out of this bullshit, the monster who was living with us is being tortured as we speak. This is a victory in itself!"

I hated my father, more than anyone else in the world, I think that I enjoyed seeing him suffer more than I enjoyed my own freedom.

"We are fucked, they own us! They are going to send me to the formation centre with our dad and then, they'll enslave all of us. I'll probably be sell-out with him, forced to have sex with him for a perv into father and son play..."

"No. They can take him but I promise you, you're not going anywhere! We have gone too far. We have fought too hard. And we have leverage now. I have a plan."

This finale plan was all mine and it had clicked in my head in a fraction of second.

"What do you mean? I know the Resistance has tried something last night but you heard that! President Ganderson has been replaced by someone even worse than her! The Resistance action dit not work!"

"Look, they have no idea what to do with the remaining Attendants. They have parked them here in a cellar but everyone is damn confused about what to do next. Both the Governor and President have changed in a single night. And the public opinion has got to change, everyone has seen the files! I don't think the Resistance is dead, Martin. But we cannot talk about this now. You'll just have to trust me."

"I'm scared, Pete. I don't want to become an Attendant"

"You won't. Do you trust me?"

"Of course, I do."

"Just follow my lead then. And please, let me do what I have to do!"

The door opened and we shut up immediately.

Johnson had a satisfied look on his face, Richard still seemed anxious. Philips had two ball gags and an additional collar in his hand, ready to properly enslave us.

I raised my hand like a child in a classroom.

"Attendant?" Johnson questioned.

"May I be allowed to speak, Sir?" I tried to say that in my most submissive and accommodating tone. I had learnt a lot in the previous six months.

"Do go ahead."

"I have a proposal to make."

Johnson and Philips bursted our laughing.

"An Attendant, with a proposal! That's rich!"

I did not let their sarcasms stop me. I knew what I was doing at this point.

"I think I can be useful to the Nation and to the Party, Sirs. I know what happened last night and I can help you defend the Attendance System. I know that President Fallon was always keen to have me around and was very satisfied with the nation-wide campaign that we made. I think that if I can make some statements, film some more videos, I could help getting everyone to calm down." They were no longer laughing. "But I have two conditions."

"Conditions? You know we can have you do every single thing we want, with or without your consent!" Philips mocked me.

He proved his point by putting his dirty leather boot on my chest.

"Yes, you can force me, torture me, even kill me, but this is not going to help the general public get behind you and the Attendance System. Instead, I can do all of this willingly and I promise you, this will make all the difference. A beautiful Attendant, happy of his status, encouraging the other Attendants to get in line!"

Governor Johnson sighed:

"Out of curiosity, what would be your conditions?"

"Governor, you cannot be ser..."

Johnson raised his hand to silence Captain Philips. I had scored a point.

"I want my brother free right away. His Attendant's condition has not officially started and his condemnation is only standing on the allegations of my former-father, a proven homosexual who had been lying for years about who he was! Martin Clarck can put some clothes back on and return to his home. He can keep his job too; nobody needs to know of what just happened."

"And you second condition is what? That your father can run free as well?"

"Oh no. I think Captain Philips can re-educate it properly and turn it into a good fag Attendant. My other condition concerns General Thompson's Attendant. I understood that General Thompson was dead and that his Attendant does no longer have an Owner. As Martin is going to lose me at home, I want Thompson's Attendant to be offered to Martin. Any respectable free Man should have a faithful Attendant at his side. As long as I can have proof that these two conditions are met and maintained, I promise that I'll do everything to help you and serve the cause."

"Don't sacrifice yourself for me... Please... Not again…" Martin mumbled.

I did not pay attention to him. My mind was made up and I needed him free to help the Resistance's efforts. He would figure this out soon enough.

Johnson was furiously typing on his phone, Richard spoke first:

"Governor Johnson, may we discuss this in private?"

Philips seemed a bit annoyed being left out of this conversation. He was not very happy with letting an Attendant engaging in negotiations either. I think that most of all, he did not want to lose some beautiful fresh meat like my brother. But he was the lowest grade compared to Richard and Johnson, he had to abide by them.

When Governor Johnson came back in the room, he was alone. He sighed and then spoke:

"I just talked with President Fallon. He was pleased with my suggestion of sending you to his service in Washington D.C. in exchange of letting your former-brother go."

"His suggestion", of course he would want to take the credit, but I did not mind, it was even better this way. Let them think it was the new Governor's idea.

"I also proposed that we offer an Attendant to Mister Clarck to compensate for your absence from home and we decided to use General Thompson's former Attendant. As long as you commit fully to President Fallon, his staff and to the Party, we will make sure that Mister Clarck is treated with all the respect he deserves.” Talking to my brother, he said: “Put some clothes back on young man, you are free."

Martin did not move, but I nodded yes to him. He had to go. He would be with Nathan. They would be ok. It was the most important thing for me.

Once again, I was sacrificing myself for my younger brother's sake but this time, I knew that he deserved it. He had stood up for us. He had fought against our father.

We also had a bigger purpose now. One of us had to be free to help the Resistance.

As Martin put his trousers back on, I put my white apron on.

As Martin was getting his shock collar removed, mine was being re-installed on my neck.

As Martin was taking his shirt back, I was getting ball gaged and silenced.

As Martin left me there, he mouthed to me in silence: "I --- WILL --- FIGHT.".

I knew he would.

We stopped our father. We stopped Schneider. We stopped Thompson. Johnson, Philips and Fallon were next. We will stop all of them!

[END OF BOOK 1]

 

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Chapter 16: The other plan (Epilogue)

-- Part 3: Peter's plan --

I was brought to the other side of the building. The station seemed quieter now. Only a few inspectors were still working and there was no sign of my dad. He was probably being escorted to the Attendance Formation Centre. I smiled to that thought.

I was led into an office.

I thought nothing could shock me anymore but I still felt a huge weight falling in my stomach when I saw my younger brother, naked and collared, kneeling down in front of Xavier Richard, Captain Philips and Commander Johnson.

This hell would never end!

Commander Johnson looked at me.

"And here it is! Our star! Weird to see it with some clothes on, right, gentlemen?"

My brother looked up towards me. His face was red. He had cried.

"We had a deal!" He shouted, his voice shaking. "My father is being turned into an Attendant as we speak! Now it's your turn to honour your part of the deal!"

Commander Johnson pushed a 3 on his remote and my brother screamed of pain. He fell on the floor and begged for the Commander to stop. I screamed too. I begged too. But Johnson could not care less.

Despite everything, I would have given everything to take the place of my brother, being shocked in his place. Always, I would rather suffer than letting him go through with this pain. But our places had been reversed in this office. I was clothed and he was nude and submitted.

Once my brother had calmed down, Johnson spoke again:

"I did not sign any deal, Attendant, and you will have to learn to speak only when authorized to do so. You made an agreement with a now dead-man, that was your mistake. Be certain that we did appreciate your help when it came to exposing your former-father's sins, but we cannot deny that his stories about you, being a homosexual as well, do align."

I could not believe we had gone through all of this to end here. This was so frustrating.

"What are you doing still dressed up like a man, Attendant?" Philips asked at my attention.

"The minute you Owner has been arrested; you have become property of the Ohio State. We are in full capacity of doing whatever we want with you." Explained Johnson. "The situation had turned quite funny, no? A father and his two sons, all three of them, ratting each other out and becoming Attendants. I guess fagness can be hereditary after all!"

They laughed.

My heart sank further.

"You promised me..." Mumbled my brother. "Thompson was about to get Governor..."

"Well. He is no longer here, is he?" Philips violently slapped Martin. He then ran his hand down his chest until he reached his cock. He squeezed it.

"No!" I shouted. "Please stop!" I knelt down, begging.

"Naked." Johnson said, looking at me.

Beside him, Xavier Richard was nervously playing with his glasses in his hands.

"Naked or I shock this one!" Repeated Johnson, pointing at my younger brother.

He knew how to get me to behave.

Without any other choice, I undressed. In a matter of a few seconds, I was back to my naked state and was kneeling down besides my brother, retrieving my Attendant place. When I first went through this exact process, I was shocked and terrified, now, I was just hopeless.

"I guess we will send this one to the Attendance Formation Centre so he can join his former-father." Philips suggested, pointing at my younger brother. "I'll take special care of training them and I'm sure a father and son duo will be of great value for the State!"

"Yes, yes... Although, we must take quite a few factors into consideration here. For instance, this one has its face plastered in the entire country..." Richard spoke.

At this point, a woman entered the room:

"Governor Johnson, President Fallon is on the line for you."

It took a few seconds for the information to reach my brain. Johnson had managed to grab the Governor's seat in the mist of everything that had happened, that was now clear. But "President" Fallon? This could not be! The fat clown from Washington D.C., now president of the United States?

"Brilliant." Johnson smiled.

He got up to take the call. Richard and Philips, although they were not invited to do so, followed him. They seemed eager to be included in this first talk with the now most powerful man in the World.

We had a few seconds alone with my brother. Maybe our last ones.

"Pete... I'm so sorry... I never should have trusted these guys..."

"Martin, they are responsible, not you, not us. We have to stop blaming ourselves! Something good came out of this bullshit, the monster who was living with us is being tortured as we speak. This is a victory in itself!"

I hated my father, more than anyone else in the world, I think that I enjoyed seeing him suffer more than I enjoyed my own freedom.

"We are fucked, they own us! They are going to send me to the formation centre with our dad and then, they'll enslave all of us. I'll probably be sell-out with him, forced to have sex with him for a perv into father and son play..."

"No. They can take him but I promise you, you're not going anywhere! We have gone too far. We have fought too hard. And we have leverage now. I have a plan."

This finale plan was all mine and it had clicked in my head in a fraction of second.

"What do you mean? I know the Resistance has tried something last night but you heard that! President Ganderson has been replaced by someone even worse than her! The Resistance action dit not work!"

"Look, they have no idea what to do with the remaining Attendants. They have parked them here in a cellar but everyone is damn confused about what to do next. Both the Governor and President have changed in a single night. And the public opinion has got to change, everyone has seen the files! I don't think the Resistance is dead, Martin. But we cannot talk about this now. You'll just have to trust me."

"I'm scared, Pete. I don't want to become an Attendant"

"You won't. Do you trust me?"

"Of course, I do."

"Just follow my lead then. And please, let me do what I have to do!"

The door opened and we shut up immediately.

Johnson had a satisfied look on his face, Richard still seemed anxious. Philips had two ball gags and an additional collar in his hand, ready to properly enslave us.

I raised my hand like a child in a classroom.

"Attendant?" Johnson questioned.

"May I be allowed to speak, Sir?" I tried to say that in my most submissive and accommodating tone. I had learnt a lot in the previous six months.

"Do go ahead."

"I have a proposal to make."

Johnson and Philips bursted our laughing.

"An Attendant, with a proposal! That's rich!"

I did not let their sarcasms stop me. I knew what I was doing at this point.

"I think I can be useful to the Nation and to the Party, Sirs. I know what happened last night and I can help you defend the Attendance System. I know that President Fallon was always keen to have me around and was very satisfied with the nation-wide campaign that we made. I think that if I can make some statements, film some more videos, I could help getting everyone to calm down." They were no longer laughing. "But I have two conditions."

"Conditions? You know we can have you do every single thing we want, with or without your consent!" Philips mocked me.

He proved his point by putting his dirty leather boot on my chest.

"Yes, you can force me, torture me, even kill me, but this is not going to help the general public get behind you and the Attendance System. Instead, I can do all of this willingly and I promise you, this will make all the difference. A beautiful Attendant, happy of his status, encouraging the other Attendants to get in line!"

Governor Johnson sighed:

"Out of curiosity, what would be your conditions?"

"Governor, you cannot be ser..."

Johnson raised his hand to silence Captain Philips. I had scored a point.

"I want my brother free right away. His Attendant's condition has not officially started and his condemnation is only standing on the allegations of my former-father, a proven homosexual who had been lying for years about who he was! Martin Clarck can put some clothes back on and return to his home. He can keep his job too; nobody needs to know of what just happened."

"And you second condition is what? That your father can run free as well?"

"Oh no. I think Captain Philips can re-educate it properly and turn it into a good fag Attendant. My other condition concerns General Thompson's Attendant. I understood that General Thompson was dead and that his Attendant does no longer have an Owner. As Martin is going to lose me at home, I want Thompson's Attendant to be offered to Martin. Any respectable free Man should have a faithful Attendant at his side. As long as I can have proof that these two conditions are met and maintained, I promise that I'll do everything to help you and serve the cause."

"Don't sacrifice yourself for me... Please... Not again…" Martin mumbled.

I did not pay attention to him. My mind was made up and I needed him free to help the Resistance's efforts. He would figure this out soon enough.

Johnson was furiously typing on his phone, Richard spoke first:

"Governor Johnson, may we discuss this in private?"

Philips seemed a bit annoyed being left out of this conversation. He was not very happy with letting an Attendant engaging in negotiations either. I think that most of all, he did not want to lose some beautiful fresh meat like my brother. But he was the lowest grade compared to Richard and Johnson, he had to abide by them.

When Governor Johnson came back in the room, he was alone. He sighed and then spoke:

"I just talked with President Fallon. He was pleased with my suggestion of sending you to his service in Washington D.C. in exchange of letting your former-brother go."

"His suggestion", of course he would want to take the credit, but I did not mind, it was even better this way. Let them think it was the new Governor's idea.

"I also proposed that we offer an Attendant to Mister Clarck to compensate for your absence from home and we decided to use General Thompson's former Attendant. As long as you commit fully to President Fallon, his staff and to the Party, we will make sure that Mister Clarck is treated with all the respect he deserves.” Talking to my brother, he said: “Put some clothes back on young man, you are free."

Martin did not move, but I nodded yes to him. He had to go. He would be with Nathan. They would be ok. It was the most important thing for me.

Once again, I was sacrificing myself for my younger brother's sake but this time, I knew that he deserved it. He had stood up for us. He had fought against our father.

We also had a bigger purpose now. One of us had to be free to help the Resistance.

As Martin put his trousers back on, I put my white apron on.

As Martin was getting his shock collar removed, mine was being re-installed on my neck.

As Martin was taking his shirt back, I was getting ball gaged and silenced.

As Martin left me there, he mouthed to me in silence: "I --- WILL --- FIGHT.".

I knew he would.

We stopped our father. We stopped Schneider. We stopped Thompson. Johnson, Philips and Fallon were next. We will stop all of them!

[END OF BOOK 1]

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THE ATTENDANT

Chapter 16: The other plan

-- Part 1: Martin's plan --

"I know Pete. We will make him pay. I have a plan."

I could not believe it.

I did not need to convince my brother! He already knew that our father was a monster and, better than that, he actually had a plan to save us!

However, I did not get the chance to hear any more about Martin's "plan", our father came back in the room only seconds after he had left. He looked anxious and in a hurry.

"What's going on here?" He barked at my brother.

Martin had taken my ball gag off. He was kneeling beside me. This was suspicious.

Martin spat on my face and harshly slapped my face.

"I wanted it to lube my cock in its fag mouth before fucking its ass, dad." My brother casually replied, spitting on my cheek a second time to punctuate his sentence.

Surely, it was the smart thing to do to keep our cover, but I was terrified that our father would ask Martin to turn these words into action. Thankfully, my Owner seemed to have other things in mind.

"No time for this anymore! We have to go."

My father hastily and aggressively unchained me. I almost fell from the torture table. Semen was still dripping from my opened and torn up asshole. I was very disoriented.

"What's going on, dad?" Martin was apparently as clueless as I was. It was not a good sign.

"Just follow me!"

I was struggling standing up after hours spent lying down, my arms and legs chained up in the air. The sleezy bar was agitated, all the remaining guests seemed in a hurry to leave.

We got out by a back door following General Thompson who literally ran to meet his chauffeur on the parking lot. He seemed concerned too. What the hell was going on?

Only once we were in the car, my father explained to my brother:

"Some liberals folks were about to come down here with cameras and shit, trying to expose something."

"I don't understand. What we were doing here, it was not illegal, no?"

Martin was right. These men were merely raping an Attendant. Nothing reprehensible in the eyes of the law.

"No, of course not! We did nothing wrong. But the way I reward the donators of my campaign should not be of anybody's concerns!"

In the back of the car, I kept my head down in silence as I had been taught. I had lost both the ball gag and the butt plug in the kerfuffle in the bar. I was numb. My ass hurt like hell. Was it a nightmare or had I been really fucked, pissed on and abused by roughly fifty or sixty men? This number made my head spin.

I held on to my brother words. I repeated them on loop in my head. He had a plan. He had a plan. He had a plan. He had a plan.

What plan though?

Was Matin in with the resistance? Did he get access to the flash drive? Did he have something else in mind? Fuck. What if his plan were to clash with the Resistance's efforts? We needed to talk, coordinate ourselves. It was early morning of October 31st, we did not have much time.

The sun was rising when we arrived home. I was extenuated.

My brother went to his room to catch up on some sleep but my Owner had several calls to run after the incident at the bar. I was asked to stay at his feet, licking them. After a couple of hours, I miserably fell asleep on the floor, his dirty toes stuck in my mouth. My ass had not been washed and was still filled with strangers' cum.

I woke up on the floor in the living room, around noon. I was alone. The house was quiet.

I drank some water from the kitchen sink and swallowed two pieces of bread. I say swallow because we cannot really call what I need there “eating”. I needed to act fact. First of all, I had to talk to my brother.

I went upstairs trying to remain discreet. Both my brother and father bedroom's doors were closed. I assumed they were both sleeping at this point. I entered in my brother's room in silence, my heart was pounding in my chest.

His bed was undone but Martin was not there.

Fuck.

I paced around the house, pretending to clean things up. After a while, I figured my Owner was gone too. Where the hell were they?

I took a very long shower. I spent nearly two hours under the freezing water trying to remove the filth of the previous night. I rubbed every inch of my skin multiple times but I still felt dirty. Every time my brain started to recall what had happened, I blocked the thoughts out. I simply could not afford to process my pain and my humiliation; I would lose my mind and there was no time for this.

After that, I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. If I wanted to burn down the house, I could, I had matches. We were the 31st, it was about to happen all around the state. There were knives too. I could just kill my step-father. End it all. But again, my brother told me he had a plan.

Did he really?

I had never been that nervous in my life. I wanted to find Juliet or Nathan, tell them to stop the whole Resistance's operation. This was too crazy, too dangerous.

From 5:30 pm, I was frantically looking at the window every two minutes to see if my father and brother were coming back.

The sun was coming down.

At 8 pm, I was going through the craziest scenarios in my head explaining their absence, terrified of what would happen in the next few hours.

Outside, nobody was really celebrating Halloween. No children were in the streets. I thought back of the time when I was a child. When America was still a democracy. When gay people could get married. I laughed out loud like a maniac.

Gay marriage, what a crazy idea! I laughed some more. Maybe I had gone through too much and I was actually becoming insane?

Finally, at 8:45 pm, my Owner and my brother came back home.

Both of them seemed a bit nervous but not overly concerned. I waited for them, naked, kneeling down in the entrance. I was shaking although I do not think any of them noticed. I was not wearing my butt plug either but none of them seemed to care, they did not give me a single look.

"I think we're good. The Party will announce my nomination tomorrow and it will be done. As for Ganderson, we need to be prepared to every eventuality, her staying or her leaving the oval office."

My dad was casually talking politics with my brother. The world had not collapsed yet.

I served them dinner. I wanted to scream. I wanted to take my brother aside. I knew that somewhere, somehow, Terrence was sending the compromising files from the flash drive to every active email address in America. I knew that somewhere else, Attendants were preparing to burn down their houses. Were they though? Would that actually happen? Maybe someone in the Resistance had got arrested. Maybe nothing would happen.

Finally, while he was eating his dessert, my Owner looked at his phone.

"I just received a very peculiar email." He stated.

My heart skipped a beat. This was actually happening!

My Owner started scrolling through, mumbling in his beard. I could not comprehend any word he was saying. My brother looked at his own emails. He seemed surprised. So, he did not know about the flash drive? Martin was not in with the Resistance's plan?

"Dad, I think this is serious. Look, those are from General Schneider."

My former-father did not respond. He was only talking to himself, taking notes on a pad.

"Schneider, mmm, maybe that's good. President Ganderson. What the hell is this crap?"

I am pretty sure he was looking to see if his own name would come up. As far as I knew, nothing in the files was related to my father. I had not added anything in it.

"Oh god..." Martin whispered. He had just opened a file containing thousands of pictures of Attendants being tortured.

"This is..." He could not finish his sentence. From where I was kneeling down, I could see pictures of an Attendant being threatened with a knife. Martin could not look at the rest of the pictures.

Maybe nothing would change but at least, now, nobody could pretend that they did not know about what was really happening to the Attendants.

Our father finally paid attention to my brother:

"Martin, we will have to arrange a meeting with Commander Johnson asap to adjust our political response and...."

Someone knocked at the door, interrupting him.

"Attendant." My Owner shouted at my direction.

This was my signal to go open the door. I hurried in the entrance, millions of thoughts battling in my head.

I opened to see Xavier Richard standing behind the door, looking grave and serious behind his tiny round glasses. He was accompanied by three other men. I knew two of them: there was Cooper, the buff guy who had come to take me on the faithful night I had become an Attendant, and Captain Philips who had fucked me less than 24 hours before.

Behind them, another muscular guy was holding a gun and looked quite frightening.

"Where is your Owner, Attendant?" Mr. Richard asked.

"My Owner is having dinner with his son. Please come in, Sirs" I bowed down.

I guided them in the living-room, trembling.

"Xavier, what a pleasure to see you here! Gentlemen." My father nodded to the other three. "I imagine this is about this atrocious email we have just received."

"The atrocious email?" Richard asked. He seemed surprised, maybe they were not aware of the leak yet.

"Yes... I am afraid it does not look to good for Schneider. Being sodomized by his own Attendant, with his own cane! Who would have thought? I guess you made the right choice betting on me for the Governor's spot!"

My Owner tried a confident smile but Xavier Richard just held his hand in the air to make him shut up. This was very unusual; my father was hierarchically superior to Richard. Especially now that he was about to become Governor.

"Look Stephan, your rumbling about Schneider will not solve anything. I am afraid that I come here tonight bearing some very bad news."

"What's happening Xavier? You are worrying me." My father enquired.

I could see that he was battling with himself to remain steady and keep up the appearances.

"We have been made aware of very troubling activities, Mister Clarck."

It was like I was reliving the exact scene of my arrest, six months before. Was I losing my mind? Probably. Inspector Cooper was smiling largely behind Richard.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what this is about. And my name is General Clarck, not Mister Clarck. You certainly know that, Xavier."

"Stephan Clarck, you are under arrest for engaging in unlawful homosexual activities." Xavier Richard finally stated with a heavy sight.

My heard dropped in my chest.

"Xavier? What? What the hell is this non-sense? I am plainly authorized to fuck my Attendant if and whenever it pleases me! This does not make me a homosexual!"

"This has nothing to do with you Attendant, Mister Clarck."

"I won't say this again, you address me as General!" My father was now very agitated and I got chills all over my naked body.

"We address you how we fucking want, faggot!" Cooper intervened, visibly very pleased by this turn of events.

"I won't let this go down!" Shouted my father. "You have no idea who you are dealing with. I can have Commander Fallon in D.C.... No, forget this, I can have President Ganderson on the line in a minute! This is outrageous. Unacceptable!"

"Neither of them will be able to help your case, Clarck." Philips stated.

He took some documents from a brown file that he was holding. They were polaroid pictures; I had not seen polaroid in years. He handed them to my father.

If it was possible, the atmosphere in the room got even more tense.

My father started shaking uncontrollably, unable to detach his eyes from the incriminating pictures.

"Those are... Those are... This is evidently a set-up! Come on Xavier, this is obviously a political ruse! Parker or Schneider must be behind this! Philips, after everything I've done for you! I've just nominated you the head of the Formation centre! This is... this is plot against the Governor of Ohio!"

"Stephan, do not make this harder than it already is." Richard spoke.

"Mister Clarck you have been photographed having sexual intercourse with another Man, Mister Tom Garner, in your office, inside an official state government building! This is a disgrace which goes beyond anything we could have ever imagined. We have no other choice but to proceed with your immediate arrest."

Tom Garner, he was the young photographer assistant. What the hell? My mind was exploding.

"No... No Xavier... This is..."

"Will you accept to follow us to the station or will we need to use force?"

My father turned to my brother. I was terribly confused but Martin was not.

I could not process it. Just like Cooper and Philips, my younger brother was actually smiling. This might have been the scariest thing to happen thus far.

"Martin?" Begged my father.

"Father, all I can say is that I am shocked and appalled. This is sickening. Gentlemen, would you escort this man, well, this being, out of my house!"

"MARTIN!" This time my father really lost it.

His eyes looked like they were about to come out of his head.

"Martin... This is... NO!"

He screamed out of his lungs as Cooper was trying to grab him.

"Calm down, Stephan."

"No! You don't understand! This... Martin is the homosexual! THIS DISGUSTING BOY HAS BEEN AN HOMOSEXUAL ALL HIS LIFE! I SWEAR! BOTH OF THEM, FAGS!" He pointed at my brother and I. "NOT ME! I... THIS IS A SET UP!"

Despite the yelling, Martin remained calm and even stood closer to his father, facing him, almost dominating him. When did my baby brother turn into this confident and unapologetic man? I was as impressed as I was terrified.

In a firm voice, Martin stated:

"Evidently, there has been a single homosexual in this house all this time, and it was you father. Not Peter, not me. It was you."

At this point, my father ran towards my brother and pushed him against the couch, it moved and broke the coffee table. The two fell over the couch and started to fight on the floor, in the broken glasses.

My former-father started strangling his own son:

"You... fucking... faggot!"

I was too stunned to move but thankfully, the inspectors acted quickly. Philips used his Taser on my father -- it was his speciality; I knew that too well -- and the other two men grabbed both of his arms. Xavier Richard stayed aside, just repositioning his round glasses on his nose. After a second electric shock, my father dropped on the floor, unconscious.

My brother seemed ruffled but fine.

"Thank you, gentlemen." Martin said, standing up as if it were nothing. "Should we fix the fate of the Attendant now? As discussed, I am afraid that all of this was a tragic mistake from the start."

Xavier Richard looked at me. He then winked at my brother. My heart was racing again. That was it then, my brother's plan! Was I about to get freed?

[Chapter 16 continues below]

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Chapter 16: The other plan (Epilogue)

-- Part 3: Peter's plan --

I was brought to the other side of the building. The station seemed quieter now. Only a few inspectors were still working and there was no sign of my dad. He was probably being escorted to the Attendance Formation Centre. I smiled to that thought.

I was led into an office.

I thought nothing could shock me anymore but I still felt a huge weight falling in my stomach when I saw my younger brother, naked and collared, kneeling down in front of Xavier Richard, Captain Philips and Commander Johnson.

This hell would never end!

Commander Johnson looked at me.

"And here it is! Our star! Weird to see it with some clothes on, right, gentlemen?"

My brother looked up towards me. His face was red. He had cried.

"We had a deal!" He shouted, his voice shaking. "My father is being turned into an Attendant as we speak! Now it's your turn to honour your part of the deal!"

Commander Johnson pushed a 3 on his remote and my brother screamed of pain. He fell on the floor and begged for the Commander to stop. I screamed too. I begged too. But Johnson could not care less.

Despite everything, I would have given everything to take the place of my brother, being shocked in his place. Always, I would rather suffer than letting him go through with this pain. But our places had been reversed in this office. I was clothed and he was nude and submitted.

Once my brother had calmed down, Johnson spoke again:

"I did not sign any deal, Attendant, and you will have to learn to speak only when authorized to do so. You made an agreement with a now dead-man, that was your mistake. Be certain that we did appreciate your help when it came to exposing your former-father's sins, but we cannot deny that his stories about you, being a homosexual as well, do align."

I could not believe we had gone through all of this to end here. This was so frustrating.

"What are you doing still dressed up like a man, Attendant?" Philips asked at my attention.

"The minute you Owner has been arrested; you have become property of the Ohio State. We are in full capacity of doing whatever we want with you." Explained Johnson. "The situation had turned quite funny, no? A father and his two sons, all three of them, ratting each other out and becoming Attendants. I guess fagness can be hereditary after all!"

They laughed.

My heart sank further.

"You promised me..." Mumbled my brother. "Thompson was about to get Governor..."

"Well. He is no longer here, is he?" Philips violently slapped Martin. He then ran his hand down his chest until he reached his cock. He squeezed it.

"No!" I shouted. "Please stop!" I knelt down, begging.

"Naked." Johnson said, looking at me.

Beside him, Xavier Richard was nervously playing with his glasses in his hands.

"Naked or I shock this one!" Repeated Johnson, pointing at my younger brother.

He knew how to get me to behave.

Without any other choice, I undressed. In a matter of a few seconds, I was back to my naked state and was kneeling down besides my brother, retrieving my Attendant place. When I first went through this exact process, I was shocked and terrified, now, I was just hopeless.

"I guess we will send this one to the Attendance Formation Centre so he can join his former-father." Philips suggested, pointing at my younger brother. "I'll take special care of training them and I'm sure a father and son duo will be of great value for the State!"

"Yes, yes... Although, we must take quite a few factors into consideration here. For instance, this one has its face plastered in the entire country..." Richard spoke.

At this point, a woman entered the room:

"Governor Johnson, President Fallon is on the line for you."

It took a few seconds for the information to reach my brain. Johnson had managed to grab the Governor's seat in the mist of everything that had happened, that was now clear. But "President" Fallon? This could not be! The fat clown from Washington D.C., now president of the United States?

"Brilliant." Johnson smiled.

He got up to take the call. Richard and Philips, although they were not invited to do so, followed him. They seemed eager to be included in this first talk with the now most powerful man in the World.

We had a few seconds alone with my brother. Maybe our last ones.

"Pete... I'm so sorry... I never should have trusted these guys..."

"Martin, they are responsible, not you, not us. We have to stop blaming ourselves! Something good came out of this bullshit, the monster who was living with us is being tortured as we speak. This is a victory in itself!"

I hated my father, more than anyone else in the world, I think that I enjoyed seeing him suffer more than I enjoyed my own freedom.

"We are fucked, they own us! They are going to send me to the formation centre with our dad and then, they'll enslave all of us. I'll probably be sell-out with him, forced to have sex with him for a perv into father and son play..."

"No. They can take him but I promise you, you're not going anywhere! We have gone too far. We have fought too hard. And we have leverage now. I have a plan."

This finale plan was all mine and it had clicked in my head in a fraction of second.

"What do you mean? I know the Resistance has tried something last night but you heard that! President Ganderson has been replaced by someone even worse than her! The Resistance action dit not work!"

"Look, they have no idea what to do with the remaining Attendants. They have parked them here in a cellar but everyone is damn confused about what to do next. Both the Governor and President have changed in a single night. And the public opinion has got to change, everyone has seen the files! I don't think the Resistance is dead, Martin. But we cannot talk about this now. You'll just have to trust me."

"I'm scared, Pete. I don't want to become an Attendant"

"You won't. Do you trust me?"

"Of course, I do."

"Just follow my lead then. And please, let me do what I have to do!"

The door opened and we shut up immediately.

Johnson had a satisfied look on his face, Richard still seemed anxious. Philips had two ball gags and an additional collar in his hand, ready to properly enslave us.

I raised my hand like a child in a classroom.

"Attendant?" Johnson questioned.

"May I be allowed to speak, Sir?" I tried to say that in my most submissive and accommodating tone. I had learnt a lot in the previous six months.

"Do go ahead."

"I have a proposal to make."

Johnson and Philips bursted our laughing.

"An Attendant, with a proposal! That's rich!"

I did not let their sarcasms stop me. I knew what I was doing at this point.

"I think I can be useful to the Nation and to the Party, Sirs. I know what happened last night and I can help you defend the Attendance System. I know that President Fallon was always keen to have me around and was very satisfied with the nation-wide campaign that we made. I think that if I can make some statements, film some more videos, I could help getting everyone to calm down." They were no longer laughing. "But I have two conditions."

"Conditions? You know we can have you do every single thing we want, with or without your consent!" Philips mocked me.

He proved his point by putting his dirty leather boot on my chest.

"Yes, you can force me, torture me, even kill me, but this is not going to help the general public get behind you and the Attendance System. Instead, I can do all of this willingly and I promise you, this will make all the difference. A beautiful Attendant, happy of his status, encouraging the other Attendants to get in line!"

Governor Johnson sighed:

"Out of curiosity, what would be your conditions?"

"Governor, you cannot be ser..."

Johnson raised his hand to silence Captain Philips. I had scored a point.

"I want my brother free right away. His Attendant's condition has not officially started and his condemnation is only standing on the allegations of my former-father, a proven homosexual who had been lying for years about who he was! Martin Clarck can put some clothes back on and return to his home. He can keep his job too; nobody needs to know of what just happened."

"And you second condition is what? That your father can run free as well?"

"Oh no. I think Captain Philips can re-educate it properly and turn it into a good fag Attendant. My other condition concerns General Thompson's Attendant. I understood that General Thompson was dead and that his Attendant does no longer have an Owner. As Martin is going to lose me at home, I want Thompson's Attendant to be offered to Martin. Any respectable free Man should have a faithful Attendant at his side. As long as I can have proof that these two conditions are met and maintained, I promise that I'll do everything to help you and serve the cause."

"Don't sacrifice yourself for me... Please... Not again…" Martin mumbled.

I did not pay attention to him. My mind was made up and I needed him free to help the Resistance's efforts. He would figure this out soon enough.

Johnson was furiously typing on his phone, Richard spoke first:

"Governor Johnson, may we discuss this in private?"

Philips seemed a bit annoyed being left out of this conversation. He was not very happy with letting an Attendant engaging in negotiations either. I think that most of all, he did not want to lose some beautiful fresh meat like my brother. But he was the lowest grade compared to Richard and Johnson, he had to abide by them.

When Governor Johnson came back in the room, he was alone. He sighed and then spoke:

"I just talked with President Fallon. He was pleased with my suggestion of sending you to his service in Washington D.C. in exchange of letting your former-brother go."

"His suggestion", of course he would want to take the credit, but I did not mind, it was even better this way. Let them think it was the new Governor's idea.

"I also proposed that we offer an Attendant to Mister Clarck to compensate for your absence from home and we decided to use General Thompson's former Attendant. As long as you commit fully to President Fallon, his staff and to the Party, we will make sure that Mister Clarck is treated with all the respect he deserves.” Talking to my brother, he said: “Put some clothes back on young man, you are free."

Martin did not move, but I nodded yes to him. He had to go. He would be with Nathan. They would be ok. It was the most important thing for me.

Once again, I was sacrificing myself for my younger brother's sake but this time, I knew that he deserved it. He had stood up for us. He had fought against our father.

We also had a bigger purpose now. One of us had to be free to help the Resistance.

As Martin put his trousers back on, I put my white apron on.

As Martin was getting his shock collar removed, mine was being re-installed on my neck.

As Martin was taking his shirt back, I was getting ball gaged and silenced.

As Martin left me there, he mouthed to me in silence: "I --- WILL --- FIGHT.".

I knew he would.

We stopped our father. We stopped Schneider. We stopped Thompson. Johnson, Philips and Fallon were next. We will stop all of them!

[END OF BOOK 1]

WHAT NOOOOOOOOO, they raped Pete for how many hours more than 60 70 men and all that happened to Thompson was he was shot is that it. As for the step father I’m not happy with his out come but at least his torture is about to start he might be gay but he definitely doesn’t want to be an attendant and it seems like they are all very excited to have a piece of him.

Why did you do this looool I’m hopeful for book 2. Now I’m off to find out how Scott is dealing with his coach and all his shenanigans