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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The Attendant.
Chapter 16: The other plan. [Finale Chapter]
-- 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!
Although, 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 nervous 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 to punctuate his sentence.
Surely, it was the smart thing to do but I was terrified that our father would ask Martin to turn these words into action. Thankfully, he seemed to have other things in mind.
"No time for this anymore! We have to go."
My father hastily and agressively unchained me. I almost fell from the torture table. Semen was still dripping from my opened 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.
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 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?
I held on to my brother words. I repeated them on loop in my head. 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 clashes 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.
I drank some water from the kitchen sink and swallowed two pieces of bread. I needed to act fact. First of all, I needed to talk to my brother.
I went upstairs trying to remain quiet. 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 multipe times but I still felt dirty. Every time my brain started to recall what had happened, I blocked these 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.
Afterwards, I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. If I wanted to burn down the house, I could, I had matches. 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 crazy scenarios in my head, 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 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 notice, actually, 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.
