The Bonded Servant

THE BONDED SERVANT

Chapter 6: The Ultimate Humiliation

Perhaps you don't see it coming or argue with friends that "it can't happen here." But darker things have occurred in history. Freedoms fall away and hatred and bigotries rise. This story, inspired by Thomas Lodge's excellent The Attendant series, brings us to the year 2030 when very religious extremists have taken over the government and courts of many states. In many ways, America is becoming like many other countries in the world where being gay is a sin and even a crime.

Days and then weeks passed in a blur of cum and piss, of me being forced to shove my tongue into filthy asses, men tying me up as they fucked me or brutally jamming some unknown instrument into my rectum. Yes, my ass - I can't believe I am saying this, but shamefully nothing now but a pussy - is just another hole for some sicko's pleasure. I licked shit and cum covered cocks. My life was a nightmare of depraved, often violent, sex. This was not a surprise anymore after my former father turned me - a straight college jock just protecting my kid brother - in to the police patrol trolling homosexuals, tasing me when he was angry, locking me in a dog cage, making me lap up gruel on the floor from a dog dish. I was rented out as a bonded servant, ostensibly to clean and garden.

Little did my religious, God-fearing father know he was pimping his straight son out to perverts to do what they wanted under threat of tasing or, even worse, arrest and imprisonment. Even my little brother, yes, the one I loved so deeply and protected because he was the gay one in the family from which I have been exiled, used me as his personal cum dump. Why would he do that to me. I thought we shared so much love?

How could there be so many hypocritical perverts in the town I once loved. Why would this deeply pious community turn a blind eye to what was happening to gay bonded servants? Was their hatred of homosexuality so great that they no longer saw us as human beings? They had shelters to protect stray dogs and cats, but no refuge for those condemned and enslaved as "faggots."

Where was the police patrol? Was there no one who could see the blatant injustice and protect me? Yes, I did read that some young gay men had escaped their bondage with help, but in the world I was forced to inhabit day in and day out, I had heard and have seen nothing. I was alone in my suffering.

My life was the deepest hell.

The Dinner Party Humiliation

Saturday night in the third month of my captivity, my former parents hosted friends for a dinner party. I was dressed as always in the ridiculous outfit of pink collar and bow tie, black tight shirt and biker shorts. The pink triangle of disgusting faggot was pinned on my shirt. The outline of my oversized dick and hard pecs, prominent on the six foot athletic body that once made me so proud, clearly offered some eye-candy to the guests. I saw the secret looks I got from women and not a few men in this church-loving crowd. Some looked as if they were drooling. Made me laugh inside. But reality always strikes back. No pride now as I stood on a stage of humiliation and the glare of shame.

I served drinks and canapes as my father was regaling his friends, many who knew me as a baby, how he realized the benefits of having a faggot bonded servant.

"Can you imagine. Not only do I have an obedient bonded servant who trembles at my command, I rent him out to clean houses and gardens. You can't imagine how lucrative it is, what people will pay. I even opened an account to pay for my son James' college education. Now that is a good use of filthy faggots." My suffering, all those unwanted blow jobs and painful ass fuckings, now funding my kid brother, whose cock I am forced to suck daily, all this the ultimate humiliation. Or so I thought.

My former father ordered me to come over. Of course, I immediately knelt in front of these people who knew me since I was a child, bowing my head in submission. He lifted my face up by pulling my hair, turning it so everyone could see me, beaten and degraded. In spite of months of humiliation, as I saw their eyes boring into me with disgust, I actually blushed, my face red from shame and embarrassment.

My father said, "So my faggot servant, how have these months of bonded servitude been for you?" I stayed silent, so he slapped me in front of everyone, "I told you to speak. Answer me."

I lied: "Thank you Master for giving me this opportunity to tell your company the wisdom of our state government that I am nothing but a faggot servant whose only purpose in life is to serve my Master and all of my superiors." It cost me nothing to say that. Nothing at all. I was no longer blushing. The person who spoke was someone else, a pathetic beast of burden who lacked the self-respect to even blush anymore.

There were hearty congratulations all around after my father finished. His God-fearing religious circle of friends applauding my degradation. What a brilliant state we live in, a truly morally upright place.

My Kid Brother's Friends

Sunday came and, of course, James begs off church. So my parents go alone leaving me at home with my sex hungry kid brother. But he does not ask for his morning blowjob. Instead, he tells me to prepare some snacks and beers (underage as he is) for some friends. Great, me on my knees in front of his 18 year old friends.

The doorbell rings and James orders me to open the door. I am in my skimpy gay outfit. Two boys I have known since they were toddlers, Mickey and Billy, start walking in as I drop to my knees, head bowed.

"What the fuck is this?" they both exclaim. James explains my role, that I am a faggot bonded servant, as I cower with shame. They are so excited seeing me, the big, macho college student, subservient on the ground. They want to hear more so James tells them how I sleep in a cage and eat from a dog dish and that his father rents his faggot servant out - "can you imagine, he was once my brother" - to make money that will pay to send him to college.

"That is so crazy. I wish I had one of these," says Mickey. "What else does he do?" piped up Billy.

James smirks and looks conspiratorially. "Can you guys keep a secret?"

"Sure," they both say, "we are best buddies." James tells them to watch as he calls me to crawl over. What will he do next, kick me? Slap me around? Spit in my face?

"Servant, in front on your knees. Perform."

No, this is not happening. He cannot want me to suck his cock in front of these two guys, kids I have known all their lives. And besides, gay sex is illegal. He must be out of his mind.

"Servant, in front on your knees. Perform." I crawl over and look up at him, pleading eyes, darting glances at Billy and Mickey who look both excited and perplexed, wondering what I am supposed to do and why I was not obeying.

James turns to them and talks quietly. "Have I mentioned to you guys that a bonded servant must obey all commands of his masters. If not, punishment can be severe. Tell them how it feels to be tased."

I cringe in a reflex, pathetic reaction. "Please, no Master, no. I beg you, I will obey." James gives a smirk and moves his crotch a bit closer to my face.

I am crying now, to the confused amazement of Billy and Mickey. And then they watch as I pull down my kid brother's zipper, lick his boxers where the head of his penis juts out hard, and take out my brother's penis.

"Holy shit," they both cry out. "What the fuck are you doing?" James tells them to watch as I lick the precum and swirl my tongue on the piss hole, my tears dripping on his cock even as I begin to swallow. They both are awe struck, two teenagers who were never close to a blow job in their lives. I am bobbing now, up and down on my brother's cock.

"That's so gay!" both boys cry out.

"Of course not" says James calmly, "I am the man getting the blowjob and this is a faggot bonded servant who does not really count as a man anymore. Nothing gay about feeding your hungry pet." I have become an it, a sexless obedient beast of burden. The limp piece of meat between my legs, my once proud manhood, the hard, thick dick that fucked my girlfriend Paula, is no longer a real man's dick. It is a useless, neutered phallus, an object of humor and abuse. I am like a chimpanzee in the zoo which kids giggle at if it springs a boner, all pink and funny looking. But of course I am not hard at all. All that matters when it comes to sex now in my neutered state is my mouth and my ass.

"You want to see raw faggot animal talent? Watch this" and James begins to face fuck my skull, smashing me against his pubes and holding me there until my face is turning red and I make choking sounds. Then he pounds some more as the two guys watch with mouth-opened awe.

James spits on my face, "here is some extra lube." He grunts and pumps, smashing my nose again against his pubes. Like me, he is no slouch in the dick department, his cock deep in my throat. But I can take it by now, having been well trained with daily practice.

"You know guys," James is speaking as if it is a normal conversation with friends while I am on my knees slobbering over his cock, "My faggot servant here was once the hot college jock who thought he was better than all of us (James let out a satisfied groan as he spoke). "All my life, he was number one and I was forced to trail behind him. Most popular. My father's favorite. Now, I kind of like the rebalance, divine justice, isn't it. He's not so haughty anymore." James laughs and grunts again. "Look at this pitiful pussy licking my dick, lapping up my precum like the animal he has become, lower than a dog (he pets my head as I bob up and down) . A dog at least has some sense of pride. I am number one in our house now and before you is not a man, but some pathetic object whose only worth is to be on its knees sucking cock. That's why this is definitely not gay."

And James, my kid brother, slaps my face, hard, in front of his buddies. I don't stop sucking.

When did the sibling love I always believed we shared turn to envy and then hatred? At least now I understand why and how my kid brother who I thought loved me has become my oppressor.

"What do you say, faggot bitch cumslut?" I whimper a garbled "thank you, Master," knowing that calling me dirty names will turn him on more and get this hell over with.

It works. My kid brother blasts and cums, as always, some overflowing since I am not allowed to swallow yet, my brother's copious, thick white sperm dripping down my chin. To add to his display of power and humiliation, he pulls out his hard penis and sprays the last two shots in my eyes and on my nose. Cum drips down my face. James commands me to wait, letting his white slime continue dripping until some drops to the floor. Then, I am allowed to use my finger to at least wipe my eyes and nose to add to the sperm in my mouth, licking each finger. The boys look on in awe and disgust.

Of course, I follow the prescribed finishing touch ritual demanded by my brother as that is what a spineless coward does. I swirl his cum in my mouth and display. He tells me to show the guests, pulls my head back by my hair, turns my face so that they can see, a bubbling foam of my brother's sperm and semen and spit. There is a combined look of even greater disgust mixed with horny excitement. He nods and they watch me swallow. The guys make disgusting, gross noises, mocking me with swallowing sounds, laughing and pointing as I wipe and lick the drool from my body as I always am commanded to do.

In front of these two teenagers, I thank James for the honor of swallowing his manly cum, head bowed in defeat. The guys really burst out laughing at me, pathetic as I am: "What a fucking faggot." "Lower than shit."

"Pretty cool, right?" says James as I lick his cock clean and carefully replace it in his pants, but not before he slaps my face with his big penis. "I get this whenever I want. I haven't jerked off in a month. It's not gay if a faggot bonded servant does the job. I probably am doing something kind. What more could a faggot want than a juicy cock?" Head bent in submission, still on my knees, I am beet red with exertion, shame and humiliation. That is all I am, a cum dump whore for my kid brother, the very gay kid I was protecting.

Mickey, the bulging outline of his hard cock in his shorts, says "Okay, I will keep the secret. But he has to blow us, too." Billy's head is nodding excitedly. James looks skeptical, "He really is my bonded servant, he belongs to my family." But they insist that their blowjobs must be part of the secret.

"I guess there is no harm. He probably would enjoy some dick variety and taste different flavors of spunk. Like tasting different flavors at the ice cream store." Everyone laughed as I died one more death.

James signaled me to crawl over to Billy who was already pulling down his shorts. I obey of course as I am on automatic. Out popped a thin five incher, much smaller than my kid brother's dick. At least this would be easy. I swirl my tongue on the glans, I lick his precum, I swallow his dick in one gulp and even get his small balls in as well. Billy begins to sway as if he would faint and James jumps over to hold him up. Billy moans and grunts and, sure enough, lasts less than 30 seconds as he explodes in my mouth, acrid sperm shooting down my throat. Of course, I saved enough to display, tongue out, covered with white slime.

"Thank you Sir, for allowing me to suck your beautiful cock," I lied. Billy fell back on the couch as I crawled over to Mickey. He was shorter than I and barely was shaving so I expected another teenage 18 year old cock. As I unzipped his pants, I could see a massive bulge. Mickey had the look of a confident jock who knew what he had to offer. I pulled a monster tool out of his boxers as James and Billy looked on with awe. I had never seen anything this big and thick, and long as well. I could handle the length, but his dick was wide like the proverbial beer can.

James smiled that sick grin: "Servant, I guess you have your work cut out for you. Be glad that monster isn't going up your pussy." Both guys first looked quizzical, then grossed out and finally they laughed. Me, the once upon a time jock, now with a pussy that could be violated by any real man's cock.

I licked the mushroom tip, I drank the flowing precum, I pulled back the foreskin with my lips and swirled my tongue around the head, tickling the sweet spot on the underside. His uncut cock had a smelly, dark taste. I licked up and down as if his prick were a lollipop. I went for his balls, but Mickey pulled me up by my hair and demanded that I suck.

I opened wide, wider than I thought possible, and took the mushroom head into my mouth and started bobbing. James got pretty excited. "Make him suck more. Push down his head." In fact, my kid brother came over and did just that for him, smashing my head into Mickey's crotch. Now I gagged and retched and coughed and choked. This was different. I never had anything like this in my mouth and ramming down my throat. It was torture, I couldn't breathe. I thought I would die.

James lifted my head as I took a panicked deep breath and then he shoved me down so hard that Mickey's monster cock pushed right down my gullet, pubic hair in my nose, precum barely lubricating. Help, my throat is too narrow. This could never fit. James pushed harder, pushing my tonsils aside, deep in. I blacked out for a second, going completely limp as Billy yelled that they were killing me.

James laughed, "No, he can do it. Just watch. Breathe and suck!" He pushed my head once more and Mickey's cock went deeper. Mickey began to grunt and started humping his hips while James held my head down. Mickey was out of control, violently smashing into me, yelling "fuck you faggot, take my cum you disgusting bitch, fucking queer whore slut." My face must be red, my head spinning from lack of oxygen. Mickey is thrusting with his whole body, his hips jackhammering his huge cock deep into my abused throat while James holds my head tight. I can't last any longer, trying everything to make him cum, fingering his balls, tickling his taint. In desperation, I press my finger deep in his ass.

Mickey yelled "What the fuck," but it worked as he shot his load so deep in my throat that I tasted nothing. But then, maybe my sense of taste was long gone. I pulled my finger out. As he slowed, I painfully lifted my aching head and, running on automatic, sucked the last dregs of his cum, opened my mouth, pushed out my tongue covered in white goo, the disgusting mixture dripping down my chin and onto the floor. Mickey spat in disgust on my cum-dripping tongue.

"What a repulsive faggot whore. You are revolting" as Mickey gave me a disdainful look of repulsion (perhaps buyer's remorse, a bit of gay anxiety, blown with a finger up his ass by a faggot). On command from James, I licked Mickey's still massive tool clean, pulling down the foreskin to get every last drop, and then I swallowed and gently slipped the deflating monster back into his pants and zipped him up.

Mickey was right of course. How else would you describe a guy on his knees, drooling spit and cum as it drips down his face and chin onto the floor, hair disheveled, tears staining his cheeks, still red-faced from the lack of oxygen, kneeling in submission to boys years his junior? That's me, a repulsive, faggot whore.

Then James proudly says: "He may be a repulsive faggot, but you guys just got your first blowjob from an expert. Pretty amazing, isn't it?" Both guys nodded enthusiastically, big, satisfied grins on their faces. I guess Mickey quickly got over being blown by a faggot.

And then out from my cum-stained mouth came the pathetic words of gratitude to Mickey: "Thank you Sir for the honor of sucking such a magnificent penis." I croaked, my voice hoarse and barely audible. My throat was so raw, swallowing saliva was painful. He did not say a word about the finger I shoved up his ass that made him cum. That would be gay. Instead, he had the look of triumph, a conquering hero who was justly rewarded.

"Servant, you made a mess of the floor. Disgusting. Clean it up," James commands. Mickey and Billy assumed I would get a rag from the kitchen. I know better, that is not what James wants. Without another word, I lean down to lick the floor clean of the splattered cum and spit along with whatever dirt was there. As I am lowering myself, James places his shoe on part of the mess and then lifts up his shoe with his heel on the floor, slime dripping from the sole. I do not even look up as my job is clear. I lick clean the cum and spit and whatever else was on the bottom of his shoe. My kid brother then presses the shoe into my face and pushes me down.

Amazement turns to hoots of laughter, watching me grovel as I quickly recover and lick the floor clean with my tongue. I look up at James who nods. I stick out my tongue for all to see the sperm, the spit, the dirt. With the next nod, I swallow, followed by a string of vulgar words to describe me, but by then I am deaf and dumb, my brain shut down. James looks on once again with the pride of conquest, the knowledge that he is number one in the house, a real man whose gayness is hidden to all but me. The show over, he ruffles my hair, petting me like a well-trained animal. All this in front of two teenagers who have known and respected me as the cool big brother.

The guys high fived, sat down on the couch to watch the football game as James ordered me to bring the beer and snacks. This was my kid brother. He had become an evil slave master. At least I know why, but the loss twisted the knife even deeper in my heart.

I dutifully went into the kitchen, but simply collapsed and lay down on the floor and sobbed. This was the worst moment since I was tased that first day. I was now more alone in the world than ever. My last connection to the world, the brother I loved with all my heart, had become a tyrant. He has long stopped calling me by my name, Benjie, the last vestige of who I once was. He just calls me servant and degrading, humiliating names like everyone else does. Hope long gone, I searched my soul for an ounce of courage to do something, to be a man. There was none to be found.