In a world where gay men have been stripped away of their basic human rights through the "Attendant" status, Peter becomes a slave in his own household. Soon, his step-father and younger brother learn to take their roles of "Masters" very seriously.
This is a dark, authoritarian, dystopian fiction. It includes numerous elements of non-consensual BDSM, dom/sub practises and sex, including slavery, and rape, as well as incestuous relationships. The story does not, in any way, reflect the views or political opinions of the author.
All characters are above 18 years old.
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Chapter 12: The sodomy
Sodomy was a forbidden word in our country. Sodomy was the worst thing that could ever happen to a Man. Sodomy would send you to hell. Sodomy would take your manhood away. Sodomy was the biggest sins of the homosexuals and the main reason why they needed to be punished.
But as I waiting for my former-father to come home, this is what he had promised me: Sodomy.
Martin would not be there that night; he was spending the evening with a potential prospect for marriage. I guess that explained why my Owner would have chosen this particular evening to take my virginity.
I was ordered to do an enema, to clean my ass before it gets fucked.
I had not seen Nathan at the store for a while and I did not get the chance to explain to him how worse my situation had gotten. Was the "Resistance" still a thing? Was it ever?
If only I were not forced to wear that stupid collar, maybe I could have taken my chances. Run away. But the location tracker did not me leave much of a choice.
Of course, I still had a choice, there were knives in the house. There were ways to end it all. But I needed to stay alive, this was the promise Nathan and I made to each other: surviving until the politics would shift back again and we can make all those bastards pay.
So I went to the bathroom, and cleaned myself, inside and out. I had some bruises on my body but nothing too visible, I had not been beaten up in the past few days. The cane of General Schneider had left a very small scar under my eye though, this one did not seem to fade away. Would I have it all my life?
Maybe my Owner would not go through with it. He was once my father after all. Maybe that meant something to him.
Wishful thinking. He cummed in my mouth just thinking about fucking my ass.
My Owner came back home from work early that day. Apparently, he could not wait to take me. Because of the unusual time, I was not kneeling for him in the entrance.
"Attendant! Where are you?" He barked.
I was cleaning the bathroom floor, I rushed back downstairs. Of course, I was entirely naked except from my collar.
"My apologies Owner, I did not think you would be back this early."
He slapped me.
"As soon as you hear the car in the driveway, you should be here. Ready!"
"Of course, Owner. I'm sorry"
He took his jacket and then his shoes off. I took care of putting them away.
"Are you clean?" He asked.
We were not losing any time.
"Yes Owner. But..."
He slapped me again. Hard.
"What did I tell you Attendant? The word "but" is strictly forbidden. It cannot be part of your vocabulary."
He did lecture me on that point precisely a couple days ago. I should have known better.
"I apologize Owner. May I be authorized to speak Owner?"
He looked at me intensely:
"You may."
"Owner, I don't want to challenge any of your order and I swear I will be obedient. I swear I will do anything you ask of me; I swear I will be a good Attendant."
"That's good to hear."
"I have only one request, and I know that I don't have any right to formulate such request. I know that you may use me as you wish. Owner, I think I have made a lot of progress being obedient. Owner, please do not fuck my ass. There is no need for that. Nothing to prove to anyone. Owner, you did tell me you wanted to keep me as a virgin and I think you were right."
"Are you done?" He asked dryly.
"You were once my father and I am begging you, I don't think Martin would be ok with that. I don't think mom would be ok with that. Please Owner. I would do anything you ask of me but not that."
I bowed down and started to kiss the black socks on his feet.
"Owner, please."I begged.
"Are you done talking?" He repeated.
"Yes Owner, I made my request."
"Request denied."
What was I expecting, really? Still, those two words felt like daggers in my stomach. My Owner served himself some coffee and stretched out. What could he be thinking, preparing himself to fuck his own son?
"I think we should go to the bedroom Attendant." He spoke.
Desperate, I tried another strategy. I grabbed his knees and cried out:
"Dad... Please... Dad, come back to me! Dad, I miss you! I'm begging you. For mom!"
He used the shock collar a couple of times and I fell on the floor. Probably a level 3.
"Follow me to the bedroom Attendant. I won't say it twice."
He would not back down. How could he go through with that? Why would he go through with that? We climbed up the stairs. I was shaking. We entered his bedroom that I had tidied up in the morning. His white sheets were clean and ironed. Ready for me.
"Undress me." My former-father ordered.
I started with his dark brown tie. My hands were trembling. Fuck, I could see his bulge, he was already hard under his pants. I continued with his white shirt that I unbuttoned slowly, revealing his muscle and hairy chest. Two buttons were left when he grabbed my right hand to guide it onto his nipples. I started massaging them.
"You called me Dad a few minutes ago."
"I did. I'm sorry Owner."
"You know that I can be magnanimous. I will grand you this request. For this evening, you can call me Daddy."
As I was caressing his chest, our faces were very close to each other. I could feel his breath.
