It Takes a Village - Chapter 7 Author: Conrad Tucker
Henry always said I needed more structure. More structure is exactly what I got after my straight roommate, Gabe, and his girlfriend found out I was Henry and Marshall's slave. Of course, my regular twink job at Starbucks and houseboy chores at the house continued. But now I was also the subject of a group text called "boi" that made me at the beck and call of Henry, Marshall, Gabe, Jessica, Finn- and a couple of Finn's roommates too.
Once a week or so, I'd find myself at Jessica's place, where I'd do various chores for her and Gabe. They enjoyed picking different femme outfits for me and usually rewarded me with a load from Gabe, though sometimes they'd get so horny that they'd run off to their room and fuck while I was washing the dishes or something. It was at Jessica's sink, dressed in heels and fishnets while hearing the moans of a straight couple from the other room, that I began to realize just how submissive I was- because I wasn't getting much out of the interactions other than knowing I was giving them a thrill.
Finn lived in a house full of gays in Weho who took almost every kink in stride. I found myself cleaning for 6 men and taking plenty of loads, piss, and feet too. My hole, which I had been reluctant to offer, was finally getting the use Henry wanted. I was always open and ready by the time I got back to him: a pro bottom boi.
I became very attached to Finn, with his winning personality and matching, massive cock. Henry told me he saw Finn as my handler. Indeed, at one of the many kikis at Finn's house, high on something, I found myself following Finn around the place on all fours with a large tail plug in my ass and one of his roommate's pup masks covering my face. I had never gotten the appeal of the group pup gear world before then, but I descended to another plane when a big houseparty of gays treated me like a funny little pet. Knowing Finn's huge bone was one of my favorite toys made me shake my ass much to the delight of the crowd of gays who called me "good boy." Finn so deserved to have a little slut like me on a leash. I was practically in heat by the time he took me behind the garden shed and stretched my hole while I heard his roommates cheering him on.
I guess I was somewhat of a local legend. Henry got me another job as a busboy at a gay bar to keep me occupied on the weekends. My uniform consisted of nothing but my chain collar and baggy denim jeans that threatened to fall off my hip bones and expose my nub and plugged ass at any moment. I respectfully averted my eyes from all the sideways glances. Often Henry and Marshall would show up and watch with pleasure as I maneuvered between the burly crowd and collected used beer mugs. I felt like everyone knew our dynamic. My place really was really below all these powerful men. Even other gay bottoms, those who didn't lock their dicks, constantly plug their hole, and choose to do menial tasks for their betters, were above me. And I loved that.
The hardest (or best) part was my full exposure. One night, Henry and Marshall set up a camera tripod and a halo light. They made me kneel, naked with the usual accouterments, hands behind my head, and with "@choreboi" written on my chest. They made me admit to the camera, "I am a faggot and I don't deserve privacy or dignity."
It was odd seeing myself naked on X.com and OnlyFans. It was even odder seeing the follower count, likes, retweets, and subscriptions increase at a steep rate. The comments alone almost made me cum in my cage: "Permalocked?" "Ruin him." "What a dumb fag." "We went to school together ;)" A few locals asked if Henry would whore me out for maid tasks and sex.
I began to disassociate from this online content. The chained up fag scrubbing the toilet on a video viewed hundreds of thousands of times could not be me. And yet it was. With the "choreboi" logo Marshall made, I was becoming a brand. Other sex workers started to reach out to collaborate to make professional content. Of course, Henry and Marshall got all the proceeds and oversaw the shoots like pimps. Henry assured me he was investing it in a retirement account just for me since it was his job to protect his property.
I remember acting as Henry's cup holder while he and Gabe watched TV and scrolled through their phones. "Woah, fag, looks like it was nominated for an AVN award."
"Really, Sir?" I asked. Henry nodded with approval.
"Looks like we need to get it a tux," Gabe said.
"Isn't that why you moved out here, boi? To be a star?" Henry asked.
I looked down to the ground, blushing. "Yes, Sir."
"Thank me for turning you into a porn star, faggot."
"Thank you for turning me into a porn star, Sir."