The Attendant Ch. 07

The following days were pretty uneventful, the severity of the punishment had exposed the cruelty of the situation to the three of us and my step-father and brother were more uncomfortable than anything else around me. Mostly, I would be asked to step aside. The other commands essentially revolved around house work.

My step-father did not even ask for his foot massage anymore. Weirdly, I missed this physical connection. Without that, we no longer shared any time together.

My brother was trying harder to reinstate some sort of a bond between us. He even let me sit on the carpet next to him while he was watching one of the rare films which was still authorized on tv. Often, he would look at my cock.

When my dad went to bed one evening, he said:

"Pete, I think that soon, we will be able to just act the parts in public. I mean, I think I'll have to call you Attendant in our daily lives because this is the biggest risk of me slipping up but other than that, once the first inspection will have passed, it should be very soon now, we should be ok for a while."

I should have been happy to hear him say that but I was not. It just made me realize that, at some point, my brother had considered to keep the charade going even after the inspection. I did not contradict him though; it was an offer too good to pass on.

I knew I could never forgive them from what they did, but maybe, the worst was behind me.

The days passed by and still no sign of the dreaded Inspector. We did have other guests at home, General Schneider had important matters to discuss with my father and he came a couple of times. I was not allowed to be in the room with them (which was all that I could ask for) and I had only a handful of commands to obey.

Another guest was a girl, very nice and kind of cute, who was a potential prospect for my brother. We were in June and his highschool years were coming to an end, it was time for him to start to look for a potential wife. My meeting with her was awkward but she seemed like a good person.

We did have one very unpleasant visit when our dear friend General Thompson passed by the house. That time, I noticed that things seemed a little tense between him and my step-father.

I was kneeling down in the living room while the two of them casually talked about the new law to further enslave the Attendants when General Thompson questioned my father:

"Am I wrong of thinking that you do not use your Attendant for sexual endeavours?"

"You're not wrong Arthur."

"I'd be careful about that Stephan; people might think this is because it was once your son and that you are biased or reluctant to fully commit to the law."

"You sure know that sexual requests are not mandatory and as for the fact it was once my son, I tend to agree with General Schneider and his views on not mentioning the past lives of the Attendants."

"Of course. I was just trying to help. Without my Attendant, I have to admit, I'll be really bored in my house, all alone."

I was not surprised as the slightest, but General Thompson just confessed on fucking his own son.

"You must miss Catherine dearly." My father said, trying to remain emphatic.

"Oh yes, dearly. And it has her eyes you know, the Attendant. It reminds me of her sometimes. Don't you get lonely?"

Did he really think about his deceased wife while fucking their son? That man was probably the worst of them all. Freaking psycho.

"Oh... I work on my patience a lot. This is tough but a man has to control his urges."

"Are you implying that I don't?"

"Dear God, no! I would not dare. I'm merely saying that your way of coping is different than mine."

"Still. Such a shame. Such a fine mouth it has. I bet it would do wonders! If you don't want to use it for yourself, you should consider renting it. It's more and more common you know; they are going to open a special place for it in Colombus."

I was mortified.

"That may be an excellent idea, Arthur."

"Although, you won't know if it is any good until you tried it. If you don't feel like it, I can help you with that."

"What do you mean?"

The three of us knew exactly what he meant...

"You know Stephan, get it accustomed to being fucked so it can be on good use later on. It's not that easy the first time."

The tension was palpable between the two men. I did my best not to react, praying for my father to not let me go with this pervert.

"I thought about that already. I will consider it. However, I also was told that some people were interested in buying virgin Attendants. And I don't know how long I will want it here, if I'm selling it, I want the best price out of it."

"Oh... But are you sure it is still a virgin? You know those fags have ways to fuck themselves! Once, my neighbour found his Attendant with a banana up its ass!"

"I am quite sure Arthur. Attendant, show off your anus for our guest."

I put myself on all fours and pushed back my ass while spreading my cheeks with my hands. Nothing new for me.

My dad came to touch it:

"See Arthur, tight as a drum!"

General Thompson came closer to inspect me as well. I could feel his heavy breath on my ass:

"It's still hard to tell... Can it spread it wider?"

I spread my ass with my hands to the furthest extent that I could. My father started sliding his finger against my anus and then slowly in.

"I can push one finger in, maybe two, but that virgin cherry ass has yet to be popped."

"Hmmmm". General Thompson could not conceal his moaning. He placed his finger too, rubbed it against my asshole.

"I understand this means it could be difficult to rent it out but on the long run, I'm thinking a virgin ass may worth more." The General kept on caressing my hole while my father was talking. "Although, you're right, I should be careful. Most of the fags find their ways to fuck themselves, one way or another. I seemed to notice that your own Attendant was quite open."

"I seem to recall that you did enjoy that opened ass Stefan!"

For the first time, General Thompson lost his cool. I shivered as I understood that my father had fucked General Thompson's son. I would have preferred to learn about that when the both of them did not have their fingers on my ass. Well, I would have preferred to never learn about that, at all.

"Oh yes, I did appreciate it very much. Please Arthur, this was not a criticism at all. I was very content you would offer your Attendant to us. Wait, were you expecting that I did the same to you?"

He said "us". What did my father and brother do to that poor guy when they were invited at the Thompson's residence? Again, I got chills.

"Of course not, Stefan, this was a gift. I did not expect anything in return."

"I know, but I would not want to abuse of your kindness. Another drink Arthur?"

"Sure."

"Attendant, go fetch the wine."

I was not too sure how I got out of this one without being seriously molested by General Thompson but I did.

When I got back in the living room, both men seemed to have bigger bulges but the conversation had drifted away from my ass to the war and a chemical attack in Russia.

Before, my step-father seemed to consider General Thompson as his most trustworthy friend, but something had changed. I could see he was now more direct and honest with General Schneider than he was with Thompson. This is how politics work, I guess.

Besides those few encounters, for a few weeks, I only saw other people during when I went to the grocery store.

I ran into Nathan a couple of times there, once after my bruises had not fully healed, he noticed right away:

"How could your own father do that to you? that's fucking sick!"

"He's no longer my father" I replied, sincerely. He could not hug me but I felt his support through his eyes. It moved me.

We met once afterwards, but we almost could not chat as the store was very busy and the sadistic guard kept on following us. Nathan did manage to tell me something that stuck on with me: "We are preparing something; we will get these fuckers." I did not know who were the "we" but the idea that there could be a "us against them" sparked a fire in my heart.

Coming back from the store that afternoon, I saw a black van parked outside the house; The second I noticed it, I knew that it meant troubles. An elegant man, wearing a black hat, was waiting on our doorstep. A large black bag was on his side.

"Sir? May I help you?" I asked politely, bowing down.

"Oh, that's why you were not in here! You had been sent shopping, Attendant. I am Commander Johnson; I will be inspecting your household today."

Commander Johnson.

As in Mark Johnson.

The teenage bully's uncle was our inspector. Shit!

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Guys, I hope you liked chapter 7! Peter has now been faced with his father's cruelty, but still, he could not find a way out. Next chapter, it is time for the dreaded inspection! This book will be 16 chapters total so we nearly at the half of it: things are about to get crazy. Well crazier than they already are! ;=) As usual, I encourage you to comment and to send me feedbacks to keep me going!