A gay story: The Bonded Servant Ch. 05 – Filial Betrayal
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.
The morning after the party, as I lay aching in my cage, I heard my brother and father arguing. I could hear James telling my dad that I got hurt last night and I am in no condition to work today. My father argued back that I got whatever I deserved and he does not need a disgusting faggot who is a slacker as well. This time, James stood his ground and my father relented. I felt grateful that finally James was trying to take care of me.
My former father came into the kitchen and informed me that out of kindness he would keep me home to take care of the house and not rent me out. And in my pitiful, humiliating state I thanked him profusely. I was such a sad sight, nothing but a pathetic coward. I was less than that. I was a nothing, a bonded servant in a home where I was despised by my father and in a state where the laws dehumanized, beat up, pursued and incarcerated gays. Ironic that the kindest people I have met these past months were gay servants like me. What a fucked up world.
At least the day passed quietly. The family – of course, I was no longer included in that unit – went for a day hiking in the mountains, leaving me to clean the house, do the laundry and take care of the garden. In the afternoon, I showered, letting the warm water flow over me, cleansing myself of the night before.
I felt my puffy, abused asshole, what the men at the party who were urging on the assault called my virgin cherry popped pussy. I am a six foot, athletic jock with – unbelievable – a pussy. Well, fuck all of them. Inside, I know who I am.
I massaged my hole a bit with my finger under the hot water, even pressed in and remembered the pain. Wait, am I also getting hard? What the fuck! – was I becoming gay? Why not? I suck cock like an expert, I got hard sucking Tommy’s cock while Mark treated me to a first-rate blow job and rimming. I was spit roasted by two hot guys. I had a powerful wet dream with these two gay guys as my lovers. Who was I? And why should anyone even care about whom you love?
I stroked my hard, thick eight-inch cock and let my mind drift to Paula, my old girlfriend, who loved my cock and I loved licking her pussy and fucking her as she moaned like a bitch in heat. In my head, I was fucking her as I long stroked my cock, humping against the spraying water, edging myself time and again.
“No, I am a man. I am a man,” I yelled at the top of my lungs and shot like a water cannon, cum flying in the air. But again, as I deflated, scenes came back of me on my knees, swallowing cum, getting pissed on, getting fucked. And I cried. How could I sustain any hope, a belief that there are good people, when my life sucked so horribly? How could I find courage when I am beaten down every day?
By the time my former family came home, I was curled up in fetal position in my cage. I was an obedient, docile, trained animal. My former father did not even have to lock the cage anymore. He knew I would not try to escape; my head and soul were locked up. He had the taser and I had the locator transmitter in my arm that would track me down. I fell asleep each night to my nightmares and woke up to my nightmarish reality.
Morning dawned. It was Sunday and my God-fearing father considered this a day of rest. So now, I got a second reprieve from the horrors I had experienced when he unwittingly pimped me out as a bonded servant. Still, I prepared breakfast and set the table for three, the old dog bowl set for me on the floor. My parents came down, my mother not looking at me, blank staring, silent as always. My father radiant on Sunday, dressed for church. My brother did not come down.
“Go fetch my only son James” driving in the reality that I was no longer his son, “so that he can get ready for church.” I went upstairs to what was once our shared bedroom, now his alone. James said he did not feel good and asked me to tell our father that he won’t be going go to church today. I went back downstairs, dropped to me knees and said “Master, may I speak.” My former father nodded and I told him James did not feel good enough to go to church. He looked displeased but did not voice any disapproval, telling me to tend to all of James’ needs and left me to clean the kitchen.
Shortly after they left, James came down in his boxers, his morning woody obvious. Just what I need, another hard cock to see.
“Hey Benjie, finally we have some time alone.” I suppose it was at least comforting that someone called me by my name and actually cared about me, even if he played the game of me being a bonded servant. “I have been thinking about all the guys you have sucked off, all the cum you must have swallowed these past months, even all that piss. I guess you must be an expert.”
I looked at him as if he was crazy, what stupid things to say. Was he trying to humiliate me more, my own brother? My heart sank to think even he saw me as a cocksucking slut. I remained silent.
“Benjie, I guess it is no big thing anymore for you to suck a cock. I mean, a cock is a cock and you know how to make them cum.” I stared at him in disbelief. How could he say these words to me, knowing I gave up everything to protect him?
“And you know Benjie, I get so horny and hate just jerking off all the time. How about helping your kid brother out and giving me one of your great blow jobs?”
Now I knew he was out of his mind. Me sucking my own brother’s dick. That was so crazy that I started to laugh, like this was the stupidest joke, although my heart ached that he would even think this was funny.
“Uhm, no, I am serious, Benjie. You know, even though by law you have to obey me and call me Sir and all, I have not used that against you all these weeks. I even fought with dad to protect you. It’s just another cock for you to suck and it would mean the world to me. You know I am gay, that’s why you protected me, and I can’t get a blow job anywhere else. Come on, big brother, do me the favor.”
My head was exploding. My 18 year old brother wanted me to suck his cock. The kid I grew up with, took care of since he was little, we came from the same womb for God’s sake. Was he out of his mind? I was ready to knock the shit out of him.
“Fuck you, James. You are crazy. That’s incest and it is disgusting, the most disgusting thing I have heard in these months of horror. Fuck you!”
“Look, I don’t want to go there, but you are my bonded servant and you must obey me.”
“James!” I shouted. He sighed and his demeanor hardened.
“No servant, you must call me Sir – and go down on your knees just as you have been instructed. You know the rules. On your knees.”