It Takes a Village - Chapter 6 Author: Conrad Tucker
It was spooky season and my twink fag Aiden was serving jello shots off a tray to my friends and guests dressed in a frilly maid costume. There had been a lot of begging, whining and pleading. "Please, Sir. Anything but that." Apparently, being a little sissy was an even lower level of faggotry that the boi was highly resistant to, which made me want to push him there all the more.
Halloween was the perfect opportunity to publicize the house dynamic with some plausible deniability while giving the fag the humiliation he deserved and craved. I reminded Aiden that TikTok had convinced the e-boys, femboys and attention whores to wear maid costumes a few years ago. The get-up wasn't that strange for a gay guy on Halloween. I was showing some skin myself in a sexy king costume complete with a crown and Marshall was dressed like a sexy cop. More importantly, though, wasn't Aiden a maid for me and Marshall who cleaned our rooms, scrubbed our toilets, and did our laundry? Why shouldn't he dress for the job?
So, there he was, prancing around in a strappy, barely knee-high black dress with white ruffle lacing and an apron. He wore matching white gloves, a lace collar and white stockings adorned with black bows, and a cute little maid's cap on the top of his head. Of course, he was caged, plugged and wearing the black thong that came with the costume underneath. I had relented on high heels and let him wear normal black loafers.
We made it Aiden's job to greet guests at the door and offer them drinks. It was delicious watching the fag's face redden as he opened the door to his tall co-worker, Finn, who was dressed as Paul Atreides from Dune. "Okay! This costume is so bold. So you!" We told him to float around the room with a tray of snacks or drinks every so often.
"You're really committed to the bit aren't you?" one of Marshall's friends commented.
"He's method acting!" another piped in. "You're an actor, right?" Aiden tried to play it casual.
"Just being a good host!"
"Aiden, you serve drinks all day at work. Take a break," Finn, his Starbucks manager, added with a genial chuckle.
At one point, I heard Marshall's friend asking "where the maid was," when he needed a drink. I sharply snapped my fingers at Aiden and pointed to the man in need of service. Aiden rushed to him with a tray and he took it without comment. Marshall and I flashed each other coy smiles from across the room. We were proud of our fag. It fascinated me how quickly people settled into natural dynamics.
I caught Gabe, dressed in a Travis Kelce uniform, turning his head to eye Aiden more than once, as I had caught him doing in the past. Was he titillated by the semi-feminine display? His girlfriend, Jessica, in her Taylor Swift costume, seemed to catch this as well and I thought I saw her hitting his shoulder for being so obvious.
I wondered what was going through Gabe's mind. He must have known something was going on. On the nights Gabe stayed at home, we made Aiden do his chores in front of him while wearing a padlocked chain in lieu of his usual nudity and collar. Gabe had also noticed the "Bottom Boy Diet" poster on the refrigerator that outlined the best foods for anal sex. We had told him it was because Aiden asked us for advice on how to be better in bed and that he was a total bottom. The boi had tried to mumble something about having topped before, but lost the courage to speak up, his little clit being locked up and useless and all.
As the night went on, the Halloween party became more debauched. Friends of friends who I didn't even know arrived and the initial thrill of exposing Aiden as a sissy maid had worn off. I was getting horny and the jello shots and weed were making me feel even more brazen. Everyone was intoxicated. When a drunk Finn came to ask if there was another bathroom because the ground floor was occupied, I had to put something in motion.
Aiden put down his tray and came to me as I beckoned him. "Let's show Finn where the other bathroom is," I said.
"Okay, Si- okay," a buzzed Aiden slurred.
"Thanks," Finn added as he followed us up the stairs. He seemed taken aback when Aiden and I followed him through the door but only said, "Oh, we're all going."
"Aiden, Finn has to piss."
"Oh," Aiden said, woozy. At this point, he knew better than to disobey. Plus, he had a little crush on Finn and wanted to bring him to our level just as much as me. He sunk down to his knees and looked up at Finn with his big submissive eyes.
A small smile etched on the corner of Finn's mouth as he closed his eyes and looked to the ceiling with a bit of a fluster as he exhaled sharply. "I knew something was up," he said as he started to rub his chin with his hands. He almost kicked himself as he regained his balance and composure.
"What do you say?" I said to Aiden.
"May I please drink your piss, Sir?" he pleaded to a still smiling Finn, sans the cape he was wearing earlier but still with his skintight Paul Atreides jumpsuit, which exhibited a sizable bulge for inquiring bois.
"Are you doing Locktober?" Finn asked curiously as he glanced down to the sub. And I couldn't have been more pleased as I silently thanked the algorithm for the mainstreaming of cages in the gay community.
Aiden, suddenly shy, deferred to me with a look.
"For this fag, Locktober is more like a continuation of last month," I said with a laugh. "Show him."
Aiden lifted the hem of his skirt and brought the black panties down below his tiny caged clit and filled balls - looking as tight and contained as ever.
"Wow," Finn exclaimed. "Do you wear that at work?"
"Yeah," Aiden said meekly. I slapped him hard across the cheek. "Yes, Sir." Finn just smiled wider.
"Show him your hole, faggot." Aiden spun around, lifting the skirt farther up his back and revealing a pink-jeweled plug, which I got especially to match his maid costume. "He wears plugs to work too." I spanked both cheeks and guided Aiden back around by his shoulders.
"Jesus," Finn said as he grabbed the fagboi's head and brought his face into his crotch. "You seemed so sweet and innocent. I had no idea you were such a whore." Aiden moaned as he inhaled Finn's musk.
"Oh, yeah," I said. "I can tell you the whole time this fag is at work he's wishing he could suck your cock. He's always saying, 'Finn, said this. Finn said, that.' The fag has a little crush."
"Really?" Finn asked but it wasn't really a question or surprise. "My, my," he said as he removed the top of his stretchy costume down below his waist, revealing a toned chest and eight-inch cock that so many tall, skinny guys are packing. Aiden looked up at his shaggy, twunky Paul Atreides crush with deep thirst. I brought the maid dress up over his neck. Aiden removed his shoes and socks and was about to remove his thong.
"No, leave those on sissy boi," I said. "Cover up that useless clit. Get in the bath." He sighed and obeyed as he crawled over the side of the tub and got on all fours in nothing but his maid's cap, lace collar, gloves and black thong. He opened his mouth hole wide and stuck out his tongue.
Finn inched his way toward the tub with his throbbing cock in hand. "Ready, faggot?" But the piss was already streaming into Aiden's throat. Some splashed but the boi did an admirable job continuously swallowing Finn's piss, which smelled of beer and masculinity.
Once he was done relieving himself, Finn slid his cock down Aiden's throat and the boi instantly gagged. Finn was bigger than both me and Marshall and you could see his thick head through Aiden's neck. After a slow start, Finn increased his speed and started rough fucking with a look of heavy concentration. At one point, Aiden released himself and spit a large glob of saliva and a little vomit into the tub. Finn slapped him hard and Aiden suppressed a yelp. "Don't take it out of your mouth." Finn re-entered and Aiden redoubled his efforts, moaning like a slut.
"All the way down, you can do it," Finn encouraged as he worked Aiden down to the base of his cock. "Hold it," he said sternly. Tears and snot were streaming down Aiden's face as he repeatedly gagged on Finn's cock with a pained expression on his face. His wide-open eyes glanced at me through his peripheral vision. It obviously hurt but the fag wanted it so bad. I couldn't help but get out my phone and take a picture of his stupid-looking face stretched by Finn's massive dick. Aiden let out a distressed moan and Finn laughed with a, "Hell, yeah." He slapped his own cock through the fag's cheek. "Good, boy."
Finn let Aiden up for a gasp of air before quickly taking him all the way down again. "Fuck!" Finn said as he brought Aiden even closer to his navel and I heard Aiden slurping Finn's load, which somehow kept coming out in pangs of succession. "Fuck, yes. Fuck."
Finn was breathing heavy as he wiped off his cock with a towel and brought the stretchy top of his costume back over his shoulders. "That was so hot." He gave Aiden, who was staring down at the ground and heaving, a little nuggie. "Fuck," he said again.
"We'll see you down there," I said.
Finn nodded and opened the door to reveal Gabe and Jessica, draped in each other's arms and trying to flee the scene unnoticed. They had obviously heard a lot through the door and appeared both embarrassed and randy.
"Excuse us," Jessica said. "Sorry." There was an awkward pause as they took in the sight of the bathroom. "We took a little molly," Jessica explained as they turned back toward the door. "Umm...," she trailed off. Gabe stared at Aiden in the tub like a wolf and looked almost ill. Jessica kissed Gabe's neck and bit her lip. "I want to watch you," she said an inch from Gabe's ear.
I looked at Finn and Aiden who were both intrigued. "Okay," I beckoned.
Gabe looked to Jessica for more reassurance. She nodded. Gabe crossed the threshold and gave me and Finn a timid smile as Jessica entered and quietly shut the door behind her. Gabe stepped up to the side of the tub near the fag, who dutifully got back up on all fours for round two. I noticed the fag was spreading his knees wider and arching his back even more than usual, trying to impress the straight guy. Gabe unstrung the top of his white football pants, revealing boxer briefs, followed by his bushy groin and thick boyfriend dick.
The fag knew what to do. He kissed the tip before lubing up Gabe's dick with his spit. Then, he started working it, keeping his hands down and posture nice, giving Gabe a wonderful view of his thonged ass. Finn, Jessica and I took in the sights: a little femboy sucking off a Kansas City Chief.
"Oh my god," Jessica said. "It's hot, baby," she said. She reached over to massage his neck. "Yas," she cooed. I realized I was feeling up Finn through his spandex and he was already re-hardening.
"Damn, he's fucking good at this," Gabe let out to relieve the tension in the room. We all laughed a little. Loosened up and gaining confidence, Gabe finally grabbed the fag's face to guide him up and down. "Your costume... damn," he said as he reached down to snap Aiden's thong against his crack. "Mmm," he said, moving his hips faster. Compared to Finn, Gabe was a piece of cake for the practiced Aiden.
"I love gay porn," Jessica said to no one in particular as she took in the sight of a sissy twink sucking off her man. She grabbed Gabe's face and they frenched a bit. Gabe turned his attention back toward Aiden. He took out his cock and forcefully slapped Aiden's already messy forehead with it. We all smiled.
Gabe started stroking his own dick. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" Gabe let out with urgency as he squirted his load all over the fag's maid cap.
"Lick it up, boi," I said. "Your second load of the night." I unzipped my pants and readjusted the King crown on my head. "I think you're good for one more." Finn shook his head in amazement as Gabe and Jessica's eyes widened.
"Yesss, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I love being such a faggot, Sir."
We all cleaned up and headed back downstairs. Couples were in different corners and chairs making out and others danced in the living room and kitchen. The lights were turned low, the mini-disco ball sparkled against the walls, and dance music came out of the bluetooth.
"What were y'all doing up there?" Marshall said, dancing in his cop uniform with some other twink.
"Nothing," I said giving Finn a knowing grin.
Gabe stretched his arms behind his head. "Aiden," Gabe said casually. "Jessica and I could use a refill."
Aiden, back in his maid outfit, looked toward the ground. "Of course. Sir," he said, barely audible as he glided toward the kitchen.
Trick or treat indeed.