The table top span again.
Will caught sight of Raymond’s distinctly queasy face in the mirrors. From the look of him, it seemed likely that he might vomit before the game ended.
Will was acutely aware of the fullness in his backside. He’d become very used to having it filled, and as yet he wasn’t struggling to keep the chocolatey deposit safe inside him. He cursed his bad luck, however, as the table-top slowed and he realised that once again his arse would be the recipient of Mistress Olwen’s handiwork.
“Oh dear,” mused Alexander. “The Gods are not on your side today, are they, bitch? And these plums are large: over three inches in diameter I should say.”
Will could only nod in dumb agreement. His asshole would need to stretch wide open to accommodate the dark purple fruit.
“So what we’re all dying to know, boy, is exactly how many you will have to suck up your chute!”
Will was relieved to see that this time Alexander only used one die instead of two to determine how many plums he would have be required to swallow.
“Three! A fair number, I should say, given the size of these beauties. Will you stand by with the potion, Yorick? The bitch will need to breathe very deeply for these to enter successfully…”
Another hit of potion, and Will felt his arse cheeks being spread apart, pulled firmly to facilitate the intrusion of the large plums. Alexander coated one of them liberally with cream and positioned it against his puckered hole. Will could see it nestling there in the mirrored reflection – massive and wide.
“Please, Sir,” he whimpered. “It’s too big…”
“Shut the fuck up, slut. Whilst I’m your master nothing is too big. You’re going to take it all.”
Alexander began to push. This time the invasion was brutal: no gradual widening of the foreign object, as was the case with the chocolate egg or his butt plug. The plum was instantly forcing his ass wide.
“Ah… ah… ah…” he gasped.
“A beautiful sight, boy, to see your slutty hole stretching to accommodate the plum.”
Will desperately inhaled the potion, and indeed, its vapours did seem to relax his sphincter somewhat. He concentrated every effort on trying to take the plum up him. Alexander’s pressure was relentless, and finally, with a squelching sound, he saw the curve of the plum disappear inside him, and his red asshole snap back into place behind it.
The sensation of his arse being stretched beyond endurance was replaced by the fullness of the plum lying hard and heavy inside his bum. His head swam from the potion, but he was to be allowed no respite, as he felt his arse once again being assailed.
“It will be easier now your arse has been stretched,” observed Alexander. And this did prove to be the case. The second plum dutifully entered him with relative ease.
“How are you feeling, slut? Full yet?”
“Yes, Sir. I am.”
“Well you’re going to have to work those muscles for a while longer yet. If you let any of your arse’s contents out, you’ll have lost the contest. And you really don’t want that to happen, now, do you?”
Will could feel the plums jostling just inside his ring. As yet he did not feel any urgency to push them out, but he knew he was only going to get fuller as time went on.
“Just one more plum, now,” cooed Alexander. And the final fruit was pressed to his puckered opening. “Open wide now.”
Will tried, really tried to force his arse to open yet another time, but the plums already within him were exerting a terrible pressure from the inside of his anus. No matter how much he breathed and tried to relax, his unco-operative sphincter remained stubbornly shut.
“No use resisting, boy,” grunted Alexander, as with one shove, he forced the final plum up the boy’s reluctant pussy.
“Aaaaaargh!” Will screamed as he was penetrated once more. Something inside him gave way, and he felt the chocolate and fruit already in him pushed further up his passage.
He panted desperately, his body convulsing in shock at the ferocity of the invasion.
“Mmmm, nice,” murmured his master. “Do you know how much it turns me on to hear you scream like that? I’m guessing you’re feeling pretty damn full by now. You’d better hope it’s not your turn again next…”
Will shivered in spite of the heat in the room, as his body adjusted to its latest aggressor.
“Better pull his tights back up for now, Yorick. It might encourage him to hold on longer…”
Unceremoniously, Will’s hose were pulled up, the silken material disappearing as usual and resting in the crack of his sore arse.
“Round we go again!”
Spinning, spinning, spinning…
“Now I have two, thick, firm bananas ready to go up one of you lucky boy’s cunts. Which of you will it be, I wonder?”
Eventually, the table top came to its rest,
Will glanced across at Alexander and the table of desserts. It was the closest call yet, but Will sighed with relief to see that Raymond’s arse was fractionally nearer to the Steward’s eager hands and pulsing, tighted cock.
Alexander made a great deal of considering who had lost this particular round of his perverted game. “What do you think, Yorick? Is it the blue or the yellow?”
Raymond – who had resigned himself to being the recipient of the phallic fruit – perked up, hopefully.
“It is indeed a close call, Master Alexander,” replied Yorick. “But I do believe it is young Raymond’s turn to have his young bottom stuffed…”
“No, please. Please, no…” the boy gibbered.
“Silence, slut!” Alexander snapped. “Perhaps you are right.” He began to peel the first banana and made his way up to Raymond’s butt. “Your arse must feel positively roomy with only that small handful of grapes inside. You should have no trouble in taking this. We should be grateful that the banana is such a convenient design. A fruit in the shape of a cock. And here we have a delightfully long one at that. It may not have the girth of the plum, but it more than makes up for it in length!”
More frothy cream was applied to the tip of the peeled banana and Will was able to watch the pale yellow fruit begin to disappear inside Raymond’s peachy behind.
“Oh, oh, oh,” the other boy gasped as he was raped by the banana’s flesh. Alexander teased him by withdrawing the fruit slightly, and then slowly inserted the entire length of it.
Alexander began to rub Raymond’s cock through his hose. “A yellow banana for my yellow tights bitch. How does that feel, boy? Having a big old banana shoved deep inside your slutty cunt?”
Will saw Raymond’s face crumple. Is he going to cry, he wondered.
“Answer me, boy!”
“It feels – humiliating. Degrading. To be used like this,” whimpered Raymond. “My bum being stuffed first with grapes and then a banana.”
“Good. As it should be. And now, we have its twin, ready to join the first.”
Alexander began to unpeel the remaining fruit. Suddenly he paused.
“And yet… I can’t help feel that this banana is so fine and straight and firm, it would be a shame for our blue bitch not to experience it. And the table did rest at roughly the halfway point, after all…”
“Please, Sir!” Will exclaimed, without thinking. “That’s not fair!”
Alexander strode over to the lad, and grabbed the top of his hair. “Don’t you dare presume to tell me what to do, bitch. Haven’t you learned, yet? Life here in the castle isn’t fair! And boy, you’ve sealed your fate now. You’ll take this banana up your arsehole, and you’ll take it all!”
Will wasn’t sure he could even try, but as soon as the fruit began to be pushed into him, he realised his body had somehow managed to suck the heavy plums further inside him, so that there was now some space to accommodate the entry of the banana. Will breathed deeply as he felt the fruit sliding smoothly up his arse. Only right at the end did the banana meet any resistance, and Will felt the last inch or so break off as his arse closed around the bulk of the fruit.
Alexander moved to Will’s other end and smeared the gunky banana over the boy’s cheeks and then pushed it into his mouth.
“I said you’d swallow it all. I suppose this end of you will do as well, bitch…”
Will gulped down the sweet tasting fruit. He glanced down, and saw his belly swollen – filled as it now was with the chocolate fondant, the plums and now the big banana.
“Good, boys. I had every confidence you could do it! And I’ve always been fond of baked banana. I look forward to the reappearance of the bananas once they’ve been heated to a melted, gunky mush by your respective guts! Which one will be released first, I wonder?”
Will squeezed his arse hole tight. He was determined to beat Raymond even though his backside must now be packed with at least twice the volume that had been deposited inside his rival’s anal cavity.
Alexander turned to the silver platter. “What a pity… it seems that all too soon our entertaining little game must draw to a close. Still, I have saved the best till last.”
With a flourish, he produced a large bowl full of fluffy, pink marshmallows.
“Don’t look so disappointed, Yorick,” he admonished. “They may not have the length of a banana or the girth of a plum, but they are a devilish addition to our contest. And this is why: the combination of sugar and gelatine is a fatal one! The mixture will irritate the arse lining of our victims very quickly, and will have the effect of a laxative. The arse will desperately want to expel the mallows, and the effort of trying to keep them inside will be most excruciating for one of these poor young sluts!”
Will gulped. Wherever the table landed on this turn looked very likely to decide who would win and who would lose Alexander’s kinky game.
Raymond seemed to be having the same thought, and was shifting his body weight awkwardly as his stomach growled and grumbled in protest at its cargo.
“Here we go! One last time!” declared Yorick.
Will was having to breathe deeply and heavily now, maintaining every ounce of concentration to ensure that his body did not rebel against his wishes, crying out as it was to be allowed to release the accumulated foodstuffs that had been forced inside him. As the wheel began to slow, a sharp cramp in his stomach nearly propelled the tightly packed food inside him into his hose. Will screwed up his eyes and squeezed his hole tighter than he could have imagined possible. He panted and sweated with the effort, but somehow, miraculously he managed not to leak any of his precious cargo.
Finally he opened his eyes. He groaned inwardly. He looked up into Yorick’s leering face: his bum, still pointed toward the sky, resting perfectly conveniently next to Alexander and the waiting bowl of marshmallows.
Alexander tutted. “Your hole really is the greediest I’ve ever known, boy. You can’t get enough, can you?”
The potion was forced back under his nose, causing his senses to swim. What if the other boys in the village could see him now, he wondered. Forced onto all fours like a dog, naked apart from his figure-hugging skin tight hosiery which clung to every curve of his young body: encasing his feet, his muscular calves and thighs, the hard firmness of his cock and balls, and the round peaches of his arse. And added to that, a bulging stomach also covered by the waistband of the tights. His most intimate opening had been violated in the most humiliating of ways merely for Alexander’s amusement: with the sweets and delicacies of the dessert tray mercilessly inserted into his backside. His stomach muscles cramped and protested as he felt the waist of his tights lowered for yet new torture to begin.
It wasn’t large, and given the stretching his arse had had over the past couple of months, it was no surprise that the marshmallow popped inside him with ease. Alexander’s fingers followed it, pushing it in deeper, and impacting the larder-worth of food already inside him still deeper. And damn it, the devilish potion was working its evil magic on him once more, his cock rock hard and hornier than ever. A second mallow, a third. The sweets came hard and fast so that soon Alexander was pushing in two or three at a time. Will felt them jostling inside him, almost as if they were sentient and all pushing for space inside their cramped new home.
Alexander paused as Will grunted and groaned as he yet again was forced to resist the urge to empty his bowels. But as soon as the wave passed, he began again, pushing the sugary confectionaries, one after another up the poor little page boy.
“It’s feeling very full in there now, bitch,” taunted the older man. “I’m struggling even to fit these last few marshmallows in.” He tugged at the boy’s asslips, and slid in another sweet. “You’d better take them all, though. If you fail to fit them inside you, then you lose automatically.”
Will gritted his teeth. He was fearful of what Alexander’s punishment would be were he to lose the contest, and, besides, he desperately wanted to see the smug look of superiority wiped from Raymond’s pretty face in the eventuality that he would be beaten.
“Last one!” declared Alexander. The final mallow was pushed in, and Will could see in the mirror that it was stuck there, a pink, foamy blob protruding from his bottom, unable to make it inside.
“Come along now! It has to go all the way in.”
It was only the Steward’s skilful manipulation of Will’s sphincter that permitted the final recalcitrant sweetmeat to join its fellows in the young lad’s anal cavity.
“Congratulations! You have a talented hole, slut. We must think of further uses for it…”
Alexander licked his lips lasciviously as he rolled Will’s blue hose back up to cover his bum, so that both he and Raymond’s arses were once again encased in the silken garment. “Now, boys. Down you get. You must be stiff and sore from kneeling on the wooden table top all this time…” His knowing expression made it clear that he was all too aware that it was not merely their bodies that were stiff and their knees that were sore.
Raymond and Will moved carefully as they clambered down from the turntable: each dreadfully aware that any sudden movements could provoke an abrupt and unwanted spasm that could see them losing both control of their bowels and the competition.
“Over here!” Alexander guided them to an old and stained rug that had been laid on the floor. “Now – maybe we should see you dance for us. What do you think of that, Master Yorick? Would that amuse you at all? Perhaps something particularly slutty!”
The two pageboys stood trembling before their masters. Alexander’s description of the effect the marshmallows would have on Will’s arse was proving all too accurate. His sphincter quivered and his guts screamed out to him to expel their contents. Will’s sole consolation was that Raymond seemed to be having a similar dilemma in hanging onto his arse’s cargo.
“Stick your bums out, sluts!” ordered Alexander. “Rotate them as if you were common whores. Do your best to excite Master Yorick and me. Perhaps we will be kind if you succeed.”
Both boys, stomachs bulging, began to obey. Will felt ridiculous and humiliated, being turned into a mere erotic object for these two voyeurs. He blushed and cast his eyes to the floor as he ground his arse against the air, in the way he had when Alexander had first fucked him in this very room.
“Play with yourselves! I want to see your hands all over your tights, stroking, caressing them!”
Raymond obliged instantly, lightly sliding his hands over the shiny material of his yellow hose. More hesitantly, Will followed, unused and embarrassed to such lascivious exhibitionism.
“You must both be feeling very full, now. Are you getting close to release? Is the desperation to shit driving you crazy? You must hold on. As long as you can! Remember, the consequences for the loser will be most terrible. And yet lose one of you must. And it will happen soon. Soon one of you will lose control. You can’t hang on forever to the quantity of food that I’ve shoved into you!”
Suddenly Raymond cried out in a mixture of agony and arousal.
Will’s heart leaped. Was that it? Had he won?
In that instant, the biggest cramp yet hit him, and he knew this time he couldn’t control it.
Sure enough, like a dam bursting, his tortured arselips parted, and a flood of food gushed out of him. He dropped to his knees with the intensity of the experience; a low, animalistic, guttural cry emitting from his mouth, just as a thunderous farting sound came from his other end. The wet gungey mess emptied into his clinging tights, and he gasped in pain as the three fat plums shot out of him, one after another, in quick succession.
He felt a terrible mixture of relief finally to be dumping his awful load, and utter shame. Even now, he could not be rid of the obscene and humiliating mess, for his hose kept it all pressed tight against his body. He felt the sensation of his arse’s contents collecting in the garment’s gusset. He looked at his reflection, only to see the blue pristineness of his tights marred by the brown, chocolatey stain blossoming and spreading over his arse cheeks: lumps of banana and marshmallow lodged in the cracks of his arse. The large plums rested heavily by his bollocks.
He panted from the effort. He squirmed in distaste as he felt melted chocolate trickle down his inner thighs, dribbling down the length of his tights and puddling at his knees. His tights sagged slightly as the weight of the gunky mess caused the arse of his hose to bulge. The gunge felt warm and wet and sticky. He uttered a little sob of helplessness and disgust.
“You disgusting little slut,” said Alexander, rubbing energetically at his cock, clearly intensely aroused by the sight of the boy, devastated and spent in his ruined tights. “You’ve filled your hose with all that filthy gooey gunk, and now it’s just lying there, enclosed next to your skin, cooling in the fresh air.”
He turned to his associate. “Yorick, will you check the yellow bitch’s arse?”
“Gladly, Alexander.”
The stocky fellow prodded Raymond’s hole through the stretchy yellow fabric. “He’s clean. No leakage yet,” he reported.
Will felt like sobbing with despair. What awful torture awaited him now?
Raymond’s grin was triumphant even as he held one hand to his stomach, seeking to calm its turbulence.
“It seems we have our victor,” said Alexander. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
Yorick nodded eagerly, leering at Will. “And our loser,” he added.
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