Will gulped. The shame was too much to bear. The idea of his boy butt being stuffed with all that delicious food was too humiliating. To be filled up from the wrong end! He could never have imagined such a forbidden and devastatingly perverted thing happening to him.
Alexander began to explain the rules of his kinky game.
“Once the contest begins, I will select which of the items from the dessert plate will be inserted into my victim. As you have noticed, I have positioned my two slave sluts on a turntable. Yorick here will spin the table, and wherever it comes to rest, whichever of your two devastatingly inviting arses lands nearest to my plate of goodies will determine who will be filled up. Once that item has all gone, it will be your task to keep it inside you.
“I will then choose another delicacy, the table will be spun again, and we will continue in this fashion until all the food has vanished up your two bottoms. Your tights will then be pulled up to cover your backsides. Your task will be to try and retain what you have taken up you for as long as possible. The first one to lose control of his bowels and soil himself will lose the game.
“Now, are the rules clear, slave boys?”
Will and Raymond nodded their assent nervously. “Yes, Sir.” “Perfectly clear.”
“Good. Oh and I think we’ll have a generous supply of my magic potion to hand, to assist your arses to be as capacious as possible.
“One last thing. Yorick, would you be so kind as to remove the butt plug from the blue bitch’s arse? I feel that leaving it there would place him at somewhat of a disadvantage.”
The mirrored walls meant that Will had a perfect view of the leering grin on Master Yorick’s face as the older man gently slid his blue tights over the pert roundness of his bum. And he grimaced as he watched and felt the big plug being withdrawn from his rectum, knowing that the relief of having an empty anal cavity would not last very long.
“Excellent.” Alexander in turn peeled down the waist of Raymond’s yellow hose to expose the boy’s pale backside. He slid his long middle finger down the lad’s arse crack, causing him to whimper. “Hmmm… sweating already, boy. That’s good. You’re going to need as much lubrication as possible to take all I have in store for you.”
Will looked at Raymond’s face reflected in the mirror. It was deathly white. Will suspected that his enemy’s arse had not seen a fraction of the action that his had undergone in the mere couple of months he had been at the castle. Maybe he was even a virgin still. Good, thought Will. After all I’ve suffered, see how you like it!
“Now, let me see,” mused Alexander. “How to begin.” His eyes ranged across the heaving platter. “Let us start gently. How do you boys like grapes?”
He grabbed a bunch of green and red grapes from a plate, and selected one, which he popped in his mouth. “Mmm. Very juicy. Nearly as juicy as your arses, in fact. Now, let us spin the wheel and see where Lady Luck decides to land…”
Yorick needed no further encouragement, and he employed his considerable upper body strength to heave the table on its first spin. Both page boys nearly lost their balance as the momentum swang them around. Each managed to right himself, however, Raymond squeezing his eyes shut in the hope he would stave off the inevitable giddiness, whilst Will gawped at the welter of images that assailed him from the many reflections bouncing all around him.
After several revolutions, the whirling table top eventually ground to a halt. Will, his head still spinning, looked up into the devilish good looks of Alexander’s countenance. Success! If he was facing Alexander, then that meant…
“It seems the yellow bitch is to be the first lucky recipient of Lord Geoffrey’s bounty,” drawled the Steward.
Raymond opened his eyes miserably as his fate dawned on him. “Please, Sir…” he mumbled. “Please don’t fill my arse with grapes!”
“Silence, bitch, and take your punishment like a man!”
Will watched as Alexander scooped a handful of whipped cream from a bowl on the platter.
“Observe the kindness of your master! I’m not even going to force you to take them dry!”
And with that, he began to work the cream along Raymond’s slightly fuzzy butt crack, sliding his greasy fingers in and out of his hole in anticipation of what would soon follow. Raymond gasped in shock as the coldness of the cream made contact with his sweating arse.
“That should do I think… Now, there are ten… twelve… fifteen of these little grapes to go up your butt, boy. And you will count them as they go in, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” whimpered Raymond pitifully. “I understand.”
“Good. In we go.”
Will had a prime view as Alexander inserted the first grape into Raymond’s hole. Small as it was, it popped inside him with ease, and the boy’s asslips closed behind it as if nothing had even happened.
“One… Sir…” Raymond stammered.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” chuckled the Steward. He reached around to squeeze the boy’s tighted crotch. “Ah, but I see your cock is… How fascinating!”
Alexander continued to stuff grapes into Raymond’s yielding orifice. Two… three… four… five…
“Oh these are slipping up you very nicely, bitch. Your hole must have been very hungry. Let me see how full you’re feeling…”
Alexander inserted his finger into the hole, and prodded the grapes further up the slave boy’s rectum. “Ah, good. There’s plenty more room yet.” He chuckled ominously. “There will need to be…”
In no time at all, the final grape had vanished from sight.
“Clever slut,” congratulated Alexander. “A fine start. Now you squeeze your hole tight and keep those grapes deep inside you. Maybe if we leave them inside you for long enough, they will mature into a fine wine. Imagine that – Vin de Raymond. Freshly squeezed from the bowels of a slutty little slave boy…”
Raymond shifted uncomfortably as Alexander spoke.
“And you did not even need to be given some of my special potion. However, I think as our desserts become a little more exotic, you will be welcome of the assistance it affords in relaxing your anus!”
Alexander idly rubbed at his cock through the silver sheen of his hose. Will realised just how much enjoyment Alexander was deriving from this entertaining little game. All his fury at the boys’ behaviour seemed to have disappeared. In a startling moment of clarity, Will wondered how much of Alexander’s strict and severe demeanour was an act: a role to be played depending on the situation and the nature and personality of whichever slave currently happened to be at his mercy.
Will did not have the time to ponder his theory any further, however. Yorick was preparing to spin the table top for a second time. Round and round the boys whizzed. This time, when the platform settled, neither boy’s arse was directly in front of Alexander, but Will realised, with resignation, that his bare buttocks were undoubtedly nearer to the Steward and his table of delights.
“And so to the turn of the blue bitch… And what shall we feed your hole, boy? Do you have a sweet tooth, I wonder? I’ve seen how enviously you eye the chocolate covered candies that you serve to Lord Geoffrey. Maybe it’s time you tasted their sticky sweetness! I have just the thing.”
Alexander selected a bowl from the platter, containing several chocolate eggs – only slightly smaller than the ones produced by the chickens in the yard on Gyles’ farm.
“Quite ingenious, wouldn’t you agree, Yorick?” mused the Steward, biting off the tip of one of the eggs and dipping his finger inside. “Within the chocolate shell, is a white and yellow fondant designed to resemble the contents of a hen’s egg.”
He walked around the table and prodded his gooey finger between Will’s slightly parted lips. “Lick it, slut,” he instructed. “A taste of what your arse will soon be experiencing.”
Will sucked on his master’s long finger. The fondant was sugary and delicious. If only he could consume the chocolate in the conventional fashion…
“I wonder how many I should make you take. The whole bowl, do you think?”
Will shook his head anxiously. “Please, Sir” –
“Perhaps you have a point. They are considerably larger than grapes, are they not? And we want the competition to be fair, now, don’t we?”
In spite of feigning innocence, Alexander had clearly prepared for this eventuality, and he drew a couple of gamblers’ dice from the pouch at his belt.
“We will allow fate to determine the precise number of eggs you will take.”
The dice tumbled onto the table top. One rested on the number two, whilst the other settled with a ‘four’ facing upwards.
“The blue bitch will have no less than six chocolate eggs forced up his asshole!”
“Oh, what delicious sport this is,” Yorick enthused.
“Perhaps you could stand by with the vial of potion,” suggested Alexander. “I have a feeling the slut might need some assistance.”
Just as Raymond had before him, Will felt his hole being coated liberally with cream. And then the heady aroma of the witch’s potion assailed his senses. Yorick held his head firm so that he could not help but inhale.
“Breathe deeply, bitch,” he ordered him. “Nice and deeply now.”
Will’s head span with giddiness both from the turning of the wooden platform, and from the intoxicating potion. His cock felt huge and engorged, snug in his hose, and he was acutely aware of his pulsing ass muscles as the inevitable pressure arrived at his backside. His sphincter resisted at first, but the force Alexander applied was relentless and before long the tip of the chocolate egg made its way past the barrier.
Will gasped at the sensation. The egg grew wider, stretching his hole as it went. He continued to breathe deeply, the potion flooding over him in waves. And then it was over, as the rounded end of the egg disappeared up into him, and his pussy lips closed around it, sealing it within.
“What do you say, boy?”
“One, Sir,”
“Good slut. Ready for the next one?”
The second egg was pushed in more quickly, and was followed in rapid succession by the third and the fourth.
Will felt the odd sensation of his anus being gradually filled up, the solid eggs jostling just inside him.
“Five,” he grunted, as the next one invaded his hole.
The potion was withdrawn, as Yorick reached for Will’s boycock and tweaked its tip. Finally, Alexander forced the sixth and last confectionary into his bottom.
“And now, we leave them to melt inside you…” he said. “Or maybe we should give them a little assistance…”
With that, he slipped his middle finger into Will’s arse and pushed the chocolate eggs further up his back passage. Will grunted as they were forced against the tender nub of his prostate. And still Alexander continued to apply pressure. “Nearly there,” he whispered, as he worked his finger back and forth until, suddenly, he felt the chocolate shell of the sixth egg crack, releasing its gooey contents into Will’s rectum. Soon the other eggs, having had longer to melt inside Will’s body also gave way. Alexander swirled his finger round inside the boy’s arse, churning and mixing the chocolate and fondant into a warm goo.
Will groaned at the intimate and obscene nature of the invasion. A bead of precum appeared at his cock and dampened his new blue tights. And then Alexander’s finger was in his mouth, forcing him to lick the chocolatey gunk.
“That’s right, sissy boy. You know exactly where my finger’s just been don’t you? Probing the dark recesses of your chocolatey arsehole. Lick it clean now, nice and clean.”
Will did as he was told, although his stomach churned at the thought that the sweet goo he was forced to swallow had come warm and direct from his arse.
“You disgusting little slut. Maybe I should ensure that you only ever eat food that has been first shoved inside your bum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you depraved little shit?”
“No, Sir, please…” Will mumbled in reply.
Alexander snorted. “We shall see…”
He turned to the table. “Now for round three. What next, I wonder?” He reached between Will’s legs and grabbed his balls through the material of his tights. “How about some nice, big, juicy plums?”
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