It Takes a Village

Aiden took my cock deep down his throat the same night I turned him into our faggot maid. Marshall and Gabe went up to bed while Aiden was still scrubbing the toilet in the hallway bathroom. When I entered to survey his work, I could not hide how happy I was to see him reduced from a recalcitrant twink to a little chore boi wearing nothing but the flimsy outfit I chose for him.

I took a few hits of my weed pen, which sent intrusive thoughts racing. Yes, on one hand this was just kinky play between two consenting adults. On the other hand, Aiden had actually spent more than two hours doing literal bitch work. A humbled and objectified Aiden looked amazing and there was a light behind his eyes that disappeared when he had to assume the responsibilities of everyday life. Wasn’t it also a little true that he was not quite suited to make his own decisions? That he looked and felt better when he was exhibiting himself and obeying? Beautiful even. If it were not for me, he would have probably stayed in his room all night being lazy and sad. Instead, thanks to my direction, he was productive, useful, and fulfilled. “He is actually below you. He belongs to you now…no, that’s just horniness and weed talking,” I thought.

I stepped back into reality. “Show me how clean it is with your tongue, fag.” Aiden looked up at me with his watery eyes before sticking out his tongue and using his neck to give an athletic lick around the entire toilet seat. I shook my head and relished a laugh. Aiden’s “faggot” crop top, circuit party swag I’m sure he held on to hoping for a moment like this, was so appropriate. Gabe, Marshall, or I would simply never find ourselves in his position.

Aiden’s bedroom being the only one on the ground floor presented some fun opportunities. I grabbed Aiden’s ear and he followed my pull in a crawl. I parked him at my feet at the foot of the stairs. 

“Arms folded high behind your back, knees wide, eyes down fagboi,” I said, loudly enough that he would worry the housemates would hear. I could sense how vulnerable he felt knowing they may somehow bolt down the staircase and see him in his submissive pose. “From now on, this is the position you take if you enter a room and I’m there alone.” My instinct was that Aiden was better off with clear instructions and regular protocols.   

“Yes, Sir,” he said, rearranging himself. 

“Good. Now, you’ll go to your room and strip naked. Then, you’ll crawl all the way from there and follow me up to my room.” Alarm fell all over his adorable face.

“N– what if they come out? I can’t–” he complained. 

“You told me you were getting into public, did you not?” reminding him of one of the dirty confessions he made earlier that day in the car. 

“Not like this. Please, Sir. Anything else.” 

I put my hand on the nape of his neck and drew him into the crotch of my black athleisure pants and he involuntarily inhaled. “If you want this cock, you will do it. Otherwise it’s bedtime for you and you can add another five days caged.” His hot breath felt wonderful as he moaned.

Whether he believed my threat or not, he gave in with an, “Okay, Sir.” Aiden began to rise and I put my hand on his shoulder to force him back down to the ground. 

“Crawl there too. Get used to crawling.” Aiden nodded and I watched his ass sway in his tiny shorts as he went down the hallway and disappeared into his room. Seconds later, he emerged, still on all fours, in nothing but his metal cage, demeaning himself for me. 

He reached the stairs and I could see that he was shaking. He was quite nervous and I was pleased he was pushing past previous barriers. I turned and walked up the stairs, glancing back to smirk at the sight of him climbing them in his kneeling position, the delectable line of his spine going from his crack to his neck while being both anxious and in heat. 

At the top of the steps, as if right on cue, we both heard the creak of a door and a ray of light in the darkness. Aiden braced to stand up and dart away but I raised a finger signaling for him to wait. It was just Marshall taking a piss in the upstairs bathroom he shared with Gabe. We hid just behind the wall as he walked by. Aiden had gone completely white. I reached down and pet his hair, letting him know it was alright as Marshall finished his business, returned to his room, and closed the door. Aiden was relieved and I felt a thrill at the idea of having the twink not just as a slut and a maid, but a puppy. 

I leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Now I will go lay on my bed. You will wait until I’m there and crawl the rest of the way.” Aiden nodded. He had made it this far. 

I walked down the hall to the master bedroom I occupied, making a point of doing it just as I normally would so the floor would bounce and Marshall and Gabe would hear my steps. I laid down on my bed and began to relax as I saw Aiden scramble his way into my room like a dog. He quickly shut the door behind him and I giggled. I would have loved for the guys to have caught him. 

To my great pleasure, Aiden assumed the position I had just taught him with his hands behind his back. “Get up here, faggot.” Aiden complied and I quickly grabbed his head and brought it down to my crotch. Keeping one hand on his head, I used the other to spread his knees wider. “Always keep them wide, faggot. Always keep your back arched and ass up.” 

“Yes Sir,” he said, animated by the proximity to my manhood. 

“Why should faggot do that?” I asked. 

“Um… because I’m just a hole Sir.” I gleamed. It was a stock response from subs, but true nonetheless. 

“That’s right, fagboi. You always need to present yourself well for men.”

“May I please suck your cock, Sir?” the impatient slut asked politely as he could muster. 

“Start with my feet first and work your way up, faggot.” Aiden needed to learn things operated on my timetable.  

For the next hour, Aiden’s moist lips and tongue systematically massaged my toes, ankles, feet and legs before arriving back at my tented briefs. At this point, I retrieved some cuffs and a blindfold from my side table. I secured Aiden’s hands behind his back and covered his eyes. While I would miss seeing his sparkling blue beauties, I find faggots are better focused when deprived of sight. My cock was all that matters and he didn’t need his hands or eyes to service me. Plus, Aiden had told me bondage was one of his biggest turn-ons. 

Another hour went by as I taught Aiden how I liked the tip of my cock kissed and licked, how I liked a slow up-and-down motion followed by fast, deep gulps that took my cock all the way down his gullet, at which I point I would hold his head and face-fuck him at my leisure. After painting Aiden’s face with ropes of my cum, I removed the cuffs and blindfold. I allowed the boi to nestle his chin on my shoulder and scratched his hair. 

“Good job, fagboi.” 

“Thank you, Sir,” he said in a quiet voice as his straining, caged nub flickered. We cuddled for a few more minutes. 

“Crawl back down to bed. Let your face dry.” 

“Yes, Sir,” he said. Aiden gingerly got back down on the floor, crawled to the door, and opened it to screen for the others. Seeing that the coast was clear, he resumed crawling to the stairs. He kept his knees very wide, my expectations already living rent free inside his head. 

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For the next two days, Aiden was a very good boi. He stayed caged, he knelt how I liked, he did both his and my laundry, and each night he crawled naked from his room to mine, narrowly missing Gabe one time, and he took my loads. 

But on the third day – the day his rent was due – he had a relapse back into thinking he was a man. He was eating a bowl of cereal in the kitchen when I entered and he did not assume his position on the floor.

“Cage check," I said. Aiden remained still and I sensed a rehearsed speech coming on. 

“I… need to take a break from this, Henry. I’m sorry.” He held up the broken plastic lock. “I wanted to do it for ten days but I was feeling depressed. My parents are cutting me off unless I go to my aunt’s. I don’t know what I’m going to do about rent,” he said. “About anything.” I scratched my chin. A setback like this was bound to happen sometime. I decided to meet the boi where he was while using the situation for his betterment as a fag. 

“Did you cum?” I asked. 

He shook his head. “No, S-. No. I just didn’t want it to be on. It was making me feel bad,” Aiden said. I understood where the boi was coming from him and cared about his mental wellbeing. But I didn’t want him to feel bad about just being himself. About being a fag.  

“This is partly on me. I said I’d hold you accountable to getting a job and I haven’t done that yet.”

“I really should do it myself,” Aiden said. I missed his timid respect and obedience. I missed his need for guidance.

“Listen, if you don’t get this sorted you’re going to end up some place you don’t want to be. I will cover you this month, we won’t tell Marshall and Gabe. But I’d want you to put the cage back on. And there will be more changes around here.”

“I don’t want you to do that,” he said forlornly. “I have to focus on life right now and… I’m just not feeling sexual.” 

I nodded slowly. “Okay, then. But that means this is over. We won’t start again. And you won’t get any more cock, no matter how much you beg. That is if you even find a way to stay here.” 

He maintained eye contact and nodded as if his mind was made up. “I understand.". 

I went up to my room and closed the door. I was disappointed, but also used to disappearing subs.  A few moments later there was a knock on the door. I opened it. 

There, naked, head bowed, and holding his cage in his hands was Aiden. “Please, Sir, take me back. Lock me up. I’m so sorry, Sir,” he pleaded. I was delighted. "I do need you, Sir."

“Get in here, fagboi.” I closed the door behind him as he crawled in. 

“Why do you have so much trouble making up your mind?”

“Because…,” Aiden ventured before arriving at, “I don’t know, Sir.”

“Sometimes faggots are too emotional and not very bright, aren’t they?” I suggested as I went to my dresser drawer to retrieve another plastic lock. 

“No, Sir. We’re not.”

“Are you stupid, faggot?”

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Say it, boi. Tell me what you are,” I said as I put the ring over his balls and slid his clit into the tube. 

“I’m a stupid faggot, Sir.” 

“That’s right.” I threaded the plastic lock and secured the cage with a click. 

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The first thing I made Aiden do was submit several job applications to places he had considered beneath him but were, in fact, wholly appropriate. Then to put a dent in the debt he had racked up, I had a reseller come to the house. Aiden looked a little sad as I exchanged a bag of his unbecoming luxury items for a few hundred bucks but he was throbbing in his cage when I reiterated how fags don’t really need clothes. Besides, he did owe me. All that was left in his closet were his circuit party jocks, tank tops, short sorts, a pair of jeans, and a plain white tee.

Soon, though, black Dockers, a black button-up, a green Starbucks apron, and a matching green cap were added to the wardrobe as Aiden had finally landed a barista position. It seemed so right for him. Who doesn’t love a pretty flamboyant twink taking their order?

“Come show me,” I called to Aiden on his first day. He came out of his bathroom in the Starbucks uniform, looking even more embarrassed than when I would slap my cock across his face. “Mmm. Looking good, fagboi.” I rubbed my hands all over his body and squeezed his ass, which looked stacked in the tight Dockers. Aiden moaned. He hadn’t cum for nearly 15 days and was always on edge. “You’re missing something.” 

I presented a six inch silicone butt plug. 

“Wait, Sir…,” he began. I knew where this was going. Aiden, despite his submissive nature, had misgivings about bottoming. He claimed not to enjoy the sensation and that he wasn’t very good at taking it up the ass. 

“This is something we need to work on, boi. And the hornier you get, the more you’ll need it,” I explained and he made no effort to stop me as I undid his belt, untucked his button-up, and slid his Dockers down to just below his butt, which was exposed by the jockstrap. I lubed the plug. “Ready?” He meekly nodded. I began working the plug in and it eventually plopped inside his tight hole. 

“Ahh, fuck,” he said lightly. “Oh my god,” he barely uttered in a lower tone. “I think I’m leaking already, Sir,” he said. 

“Good. If you have to go to the bathroom, it goes back in.” I said as pulled his pants back up, tucked him in, and fastened his belt. “What is fagboi going to do today?”

“Call all the men who order ‘Sir,’ stare at their bulges, and be a good fagboi at my job,” he repeated from memory, his mouth opening slightly, still adjusting to the plug and no doubt getting hornier by detailing his orders. 

“Good boi.” 

Aiden sighed and got the same distant look he had when he had cut his lock.

“What boi?” 

“This is… actually humiliating. I feel… dumb. Not in a good way.” I was getting more adept at handling Aiden’s crises of confidence. 

“First of all, having a job is not humiliating. A lot of people have them,” I said. “I’m proud of you,” I added. “And knowing you’re locked, plugged, horny, and in your place at work is really sexy. Just seeing your smiling, respectful face is going to make so many guy’s days.” Aiden flashed just the smile I was talking about as my words seemed to comfort him. “Come.” 

I had him follow me to the main living area where Gabe and Marshall were preparing their breakfasts. 

“Look who’s ready for his first day!” I called out. Gabe and Marshall made congratulatory noises. 

“Now isn’t that cute?” Gabe said. I noticed Marshall was making an effort not to stare and that his thoughts seemed to be elsewhere.

I sent the blushing Aiden off and wished moments later I had used his mouth before he had gone. The thought of the little twink doing his little service job to make money – money that would go straight into my pocket just like a whore's would – while I kept him chaste and horny made me incredibly excited.

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I was putting together some setlists when Marshall knocked on my door. “Come in!” Marshall entered, his consternated face in stark contrast to his black muscle tank and green cargo pants. 

“Hey, bro, I got to ask you something… but just know that this was a complete accident.”

Curiosity peaked, I twirled around in my Herman Miller chair. “What is it?”

He held out his phone. On it was a night vision video of a naked, caged Aiden crawling through the living room and up the stairs. Suddenly, I remembered the Nest camera that sat discreetly on a bookshelf in our shared space. One that Marshall had gotten when dog sitting for a friend a couple years ago and had never removed. First, I felt my face go hot. I had failed to protect my sub from one of his stated limits. At the same time, showing off my fag to another man was thrilling. 

“I can explain,” I said. But Marshall stopped me. 

“I don’t need you to explain."

I waited him out. "I only remembered the camera because… I wanted to rewatch Aiden cleaning. It was so hot that night when I came home and he was... scrubbing the floor...” 

He trailed off. Then, he said, “I only have a question: can I get in on that?”

I raised an eyebrow.