The New Page Boy

The New Page Boy

Tuesday 17 June 2014

Chapter 45 - Just Desserts



It was an awful nightmare, Prince Felix assured himself. It had to be. It was the only explanation for the madness around him. His subjects turned traitors; his own godfather committing treason and placing him into the hands of his worst enemy: the foul Alexander Courcey who had perpetrated the most obscene and disgusting treatment on his royal body.
As if reading his mind, Alexander leaned in and whispered to the Prince: “On no, your highness. This is no dream. Although I’m sure you wish it were...”
He was right. Felix could not fathom how, but he truly was here, in the middle of the Great Hall of the castle, stripped to the waist, wearing only his jewel-covered white hose. His royal rump was soiled with cream and chocolate cake, his crotch wet and pink, the dollop of blancmange, partially melted, still lingered awkwardly in the gusset of his beautiful, ruined tights. He willed his cock to go down, desperate to retain even the barest shred of dignity in the midst of the sniggering peasants. But it was to no avail. Alexander’s expert manipulation of his prick had left it standing to attention in his silken hose.
What next for our naughty young Prince?” asked Lord Geoffrey.
Well, as it is his birthday,” said Alexander. “As a special treat, I think he should be allowed to sample all of these delicious puddings. He’s already had the white chocolate cake and the blancmange. Hmmm... how about this rather decadent-looking dark chocolate mousse?”
An excellent suggestion! Where could that go, I wonder?”
The Steward did not take long to decide. “Perhaps down the back this time?” And with those words, he stepped behind the cringing Prince and pulled open the back of his white tights. Felix gulped as, without warning, the entire bowl of mousse was tipped in.
The confection felt cold and wet and claggy as it hit his bum, and he shuddered as Alexander let the waistband of his hose ping back into place. Reluctantly, the Prince glanced behind him to see that huge dollop of chocolatey mess bulging inside the constricting material of his tights.
Oh dear,” cooed Alexander. “It seems his Highness has had a little accident. All that mousse does make your arse look massive now in your hose. And that dark brown stain spreading through the whitness – it rather looks as if Prince Felix has messed himself.”
Lord Geoffrey tutted as the crowd hooted with delighted glee. “What a disgraceful sight he looks! Turn around, boy, so everyone can see your humiliation. And I think you should stick your arse out as you do it so that everyone can see you properly...”
But the arrogant young Prince could contain his fury no longer. His hands clenched into fists at his side, he screamed to the Hall: “You can go fuck yourselves! This has gone far enough!”
In an instant, the lightning reflexes of Sir Antony responded, and the Prince found the sharp point of Antony’s sword beneath his chin.
I think,” murmured the knight, “that his Lordship will decide precisely when this has gone far enough. And I also think that you should obey his Lordship’s instructions....” He traced the point of his sword slowly down the Prince’s naked chest. “Or I may accidentally slice off something you consider to be of value...”
Raymond watched in dismay as the Prince’s beautiful face screwed itself into a mask of impotent fury. A single tear of frustration ran down Felix’s golden cheek as he began to shuffle around on the spot to display his bum in his soiled tights to the gawping audience.
His Lordship told you to stick your arse out, bitch,” Alexander reminded him smugly.
With no choice but to obey, Felix bent his knees and did as he was told.
That’s better, boy,” the Steward went on. “I’ll wager your bum feels really cold and wet with all that chocolate mousse melting inside your tights! And that position makes you feel nice and slutty, I bet! All whorish – exposing your lovely asset for everyone’s entertainment!”
And although he would have died rather than admit it, that was precisely how Felix did feel: forced to stick his filthy, chocolatey bum out as far as it could go, the crowd mocking him with their laughter and their jeers. He completed his circle and then stood, miserably anticipating the next humiliation.
Once again, Alexander’s baritone rang out in the Hall. “Is that chilled chocolate mousse melting against your hot boyflesh, Prince Felix? I bet it is. In fact, I can see it - starting to drip and dribble down the backs of your legs. Little brown rivulets running down your muscly thighs inside those delicious clinging tights. Let’s help that along shall we...”
And the older man placed both of his palms on Felix’s buttocks and began to squeeze the chocolate pudding against the Prince’s plump arse cheeks, through the thin sheen of hosiery. Felix had to bite his lip to avoid screaming obscenities at the sheer audacity of the devil – daring to grope and fondle his most private and intimate parts. His arse was still sticking out, vulnerable and available, and his stance merely assisted Alexander as the older man pushed and prodded, swirling the chocolate gloop over that divine bubble butt. The mousse warmed and became more liquid, and Felix tensed his muscles as he sensed Alexander’s probing fingers approach the deep crevice of his arse through the thin fabric of his tights.
No,” hissed the Prince at the horrific prospect of his hated enemy penetrating his hole in any way. But Alexander pressed on, sliding a finger, made slippery with melted chocolate, slowly all the way down the Prince’s silk-covered asscrack. He lingered briefly at the spot where nestled Felix’s virgin anus, and pushed experimentally against it through the fabric of the tights. Felix gasped but Alexander moved on. “Maybe later,” he remarked casually.
I could go on groping your chocolatey arse all day, boy,” he told him. “But we have so much more entertainment in store for you.”
In a sudden movement, he grabbed the waistband of the Prince’s tights, and, as he had done so before to so many unsuspecting young lads, Alexander hoiked the hose up as far as they could go. Felix cried out as the wet material bisected his butt and the sensitive flesh of his perineum.
Mmm... that really does look delightful. The liquid chocolate oozing out of the tights, and the sculped globes of your ass picked out perfectly in the stained brown material. It almost looks as if your naked arse has been painted brown by some expert artist. And – oh dear, my own hands have been dirtied by all that chocolate. I shall need to clean them off...”
And Alexander purposefully wiped one palm and then the other across the Prince’s glistening chest, leaving streaks of brown across that perfectly tanned torso.
You look as if you need a good wash, your Highness,” he added. “And your poor white tights all mucked up. Still, at least your upper half is relatively clean. And your gorgeous face is without blemish. Maybe we should do something to rectify that. Your Lordship, what do you think?”
Lord Geoffrey beckoned the Prince over to where he sat at the large oaken table. “Come here, young man, and let your godfather inspect you.”
Begrudgingly, and leaving a slippery trail of warm, wet chocolate in his wake, Prince Felix gingerly walked on stockinged feet over to where he had been summoned. On the table in front of him, atop an ornately decorated glass pedestal, perched a gigantic cheesecake.
That’s right, my boy. Stand right there. Now Sir Antony, Sir Dominic – you know what to do.”
It all happened in a flash. Suddenly the two muscular knights were either side of the Prince. One of them grabbed his wrists behind his back, whilst the other started to force his head down towards the table. Felix struggled, but they were too powerful for him.
Get your hands off me!” he wailed, as his head inevitably descended towards the creamy surface of the cheesecake. He took a sharp intake of breath just as his head plunged into the gooey mixture. He struggled, spluttering into the fluffy texture of the cake as he was held down. He began to panic. The creamy topping went up his nose and filled his mouth. Did they truly intend to suffocate him in a pudding?! Surely he would not suffer such a humiliating demise! But just as that possibility occurred to him, he felt the ruffians grabbing a clump of his golden hair, and his face was yanked out of the cheesecake.
At first he was blinded by the creamy filling but he could certainly hear the waves of laughter reverberating around the Great Hall. Someone wiped the gunk out of Felix’s eyes, and a mirror was shoved in front of him. He gazed back at the ridiculous sight – his whole face smeared with thick lashings of creamy cheesecake, plastered across his handsome features like a mask.
Maybe later we’ll let everyone have a go at shoving your head into a custard pie!” suggested Lord Geoffrey, as a blob of goo dripped from the Prince’s face and landed on his bare chest. “But for now, I think you should return to good Master Alexander for the most sacred sacrament of the coronation ceremony.”
Felix hesitated, still recovering from being forced head first into the cake.
You heard his Lordship!” bellowed Sir Antony. “Scram!”
And he shoved the Prince in the small of the back. Felix, his hosed feet now wet and slimy from the accumulated blancmange and chocolate mousse that had run down his legs, slipped and skidded on the smooth flagstone floor, and with a painful crash, he flew into the air and then crashed down again onto his sore and filthy bottom. Yet another roar of laughter greeted him as he struggled to his feet and, his dignity in shreds, he headed back towards the throne and, he had no doubt, to yet further humiliation.
Hush now!” commanded Alexander to the near-hysterical crowd. “We now reach the most sacred part of the coronation. The anointing of the royal head - the placing of the crown on your Highness’ brow. Come and take your rightful position on the throne, my Lord!”
The dishevelled and disgruntled young Prince hobbled over to his tormentor, concentrating fiercely on maintaining his balance in his sodden and dirty hose.
That’s a clever boy,” cooed Alexander in his most patronising tone. “Come and sit your pretty little bottom down on your throne.”
The remnants of the cream cake still clung to the rich velvet upholstery, and it was with a sigh of resignation, that Prince Felix again sat down on the damp cushion. Once again his tights-clad bum squished into the soft cake. “What revolting and degrading treatment are you going out to dish out to me now, you traitor?”
Degrading? Surely not. You will be anointed with only the best there is – the finest vanilla custard direct from Mistress Olwen’s kitchen...”
Alexander swung a large earthenware jug into the air and Felix cringed as it was positioned deliberately over his head. For a tantalising moment, nothing happened, and then Felix felt the first droplet fall onto his golden hair. Then another, and another, and then Alexander let loose a steady stream of thick, cold custard. At first it pooled on the very top of the Prince’s head, before reaching a critical mass, at which point it started to run down Felix’s cream-covered face and splashed onto his shoulders. On poured Alexander: a deluge of viscous yellow liquid gunging the royal Prince, who had no choice but to sit there and submit to the sensation. Soon his hair was soaked in the opaque, milky fluid. The custard gushed incessantly down his shoulders, down his back and torso, pooling in his lap and under his arse, and finally dripping off the seat and plopping onto the floor. His entire body was now coated with the slimy yellow gunge.
The holy anointing of King Felix!” announced Alexander solemnly, as he crouched in front of the soaked Prince. Felix began to shiver. The cool custard, his near nakedness and the draughtiness of the Great Hall were a distinctly uncomfortable combination. Once again, he found the Steward’s hands upon his body, this time ensuring that every last scrap of his fine white tights was now coated and sodden with yellow custard.
Ah what a pity,” said Alexander. “His highness’s state of arousal seems to have faded. Let’s see what we can do about that.”
And he reached into Felix’s custardy crotch and began to tug at the royal prick, manipulating it in his palm with expertise, rubbing the thick yellow fluid into the cockhead, and using it as a kinky lubricant.
Felix cursed his prick’s lack of self-control. Much as he loathed every minute of this obscene spectacle with every fibre of his being, nevertheless, there stood his cock, outlined in the custard soaked tights: as hard and perky as ever.
That’s better,” decided Alexander. “And now, time for the pièce de resistance! Your royal Highness is to have his wish granted. You will be crowned – with this glorious trifle!”
He couldn’t get any filthier, Felix though to himself. However, the idea of having the huge fruit trifle dumped on top of his royal brow was the last straw.
No! No! No!” he screamed. “I will not submit to you!”
He leaped to his feet, but the gathered throng were neither cowed nor impressed. He was, after all, a truly ridiculous sight: his beautiful form painted from head to hosed toe in thick yellow gloop.
Hold him down,” ordered Lord Geoffrey with supreme calmness.
Felix struggled and writhed as he found each custard-coated bicep gripped by his godfather’s loyal knights, but it was to no avail. He was forced back into the throne, and held there by the two men.
Hefting the massive bowl of trifle into the air, Alexander intoned solemnly, “I pronounce you Felix of England – Prince of Prickteases, Sovereign of Sluts, Baron of Bitches, and Lord of Lustfulness. You thought you were God’s chosen one. But now – well now, as all can see, you’re just a gunged up whore – naked apart from your clinging white tights which show off your assets quite deliciously. You’ve been coated in custard, covered with cream, and slathered with chocolate. All of this now befits your new station. You are no longer the Prince of this realm. What are you, slut? You are degraded. Humiliated. Reduced to a messed up, fucked up bitchboy in your hose – your pathetic cock all hard and straining and begging for release. And you’d better get used to this treatment, boy, because this is only the beginning. You have no idea of the abuse and the humiliation you’re going to suffer under this new more ‘enlightened’ regime. You have an awful lot of wicked deeds to your credit that you need to pay for, young Prince Felix...”
And with Alexander’s scornful speech ringing in his ears, Prince Felix tensed his beautiful body. The bowl of trifle was upended and, with a noisy squelch, layer upon layer of pudding cascaded onto his vulnerable head.
First he tasted the cold white cream, then the tangy fruit jelly, then custard – more custard! – chunks of pineapple, raspberries and apricots, a layer of blancmange, and finally alcohol-infused spongecake dumped directly onto his royal head. The heavy dessert sat there for a moment and then began to tumble over every inch of his body, covering him with chunks of fruit, cake, dollops of cream and jelly. It was all true. Everything that Alexander had crowed about. From the Prince of the realm, he had been brought low and reduced to the position of a messed up, humiliated slutboy. Then the final indignity: the upside down bowl was placed on the Prince’s head in a mocking parody of a crown.
Still dangling from the ceiling, almost forgotten, Odin and Ulfgar watched the spectacle impotently – the cruel ropes and tight tights cutting into their ample flesh. The centre of the Hall was a mess of cream, chocolate and custard: food was splattered over the floor and the walls. But the baying crowd seemed not to notice, so intent were they on the humiliation of the hated Prince Felix. In spite of their discomfort, the Vikings found themselves grateful that they were not on the receiving end of the mob’s attention.
Lord Geoffrey rose from the top table and cleared his throat. “Now, godson, I think you should allow your loyal subjects to pay homage to their new King of Gunk. Let’s see you processing before them so they can fully appreciate their monarch in all his glory.”
The smirking Sir Antony and Sir Dominic released their grip on his arms, and then, dithering with cold and with fury, Prince Felix rose to his feet, a congealed mixture of fruit, sponge and custard dropping to the floor, from where it had collected in his lap. The glass bowl wobbled on his slimy head, and lest he needed any further reminding, the insistent prodding of Sir Antony’s swordpoint against the small of his back prompted him to begin the royal parade.
With a furious frown on his face, the Prince began his ludicrous tour of the Hall, his sopping and filthy white tights made almost translucent by the slop that had been poured over them, making him feel and look as good as naked in front of the slathering hoard of peasants.
See how the mighty have fallen!” exclaimed Alexander as the tittering guests were afforded a close-up view of the degraded Adonis. “Reach out and touch the soiled princeling. Not so arrogant now is he? Forced to parade up and down in front of his subjects in his gunged up tights...”
The commoners did as they were invited to, and soon Felix found himself assailed by a multitude of clawing, grabbing hands, poking at his muscular body, groping his private parts, and rubbing the creamy, claggy mess into his smooth flesh and up and down his hosed thighs. And he flinched every time one of them dared to make contact with his sullied royal skin. The bedraggled Prince, containing his wrath until it wrapped his stomach in knots, completed his circle of the room.
It was left to Lord Geoffrey to put an end to the obscene ceremony.
I think that’s enough for one birthday party. I need my rest and I shall call it a night. There will be more entertainment to come. In fact, young Felix, I should be very much surprised if good Alexander did not dedicate an entire week of festivities to celebrate your change in fortune. And as for you, the night is yet young. But alas, for me, it is time I was in my bed.”
What of me?” demanded Felix. “Am I not to be cleaned or will you leave me stinking and befouled?”
Your point is taken, godson. See to it, will you, Alexander? I will leave the Prince in your more than capable care. I’m sure you will know exactly what to do with him...”
Lord Geoffrey swept out of the Hall, and Alexander turned to the page boys, Mortimer and Humphrey.
You heard his Lordship,” he said. “Fetch some water to clean the Prince. And make sure it’s nice and cold. Ice cold I think.”
The two pages scurried away to do Alexander’s bidding.
You’ll regret this, you bastard,” threatened the Prince.
Oh no, your Highness. I think not. I feel sure that this day and the memory of your humiliation will count as one of the highlights of my life. And remember, this is only the beginning. We have all the time in the world...”

6 comments:

  1. i love alot of your stories, but the food things leaves me cold

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  2. love most of your stories, but all the food stuff turns me off

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  3. That's fair enough. We can't all share the same kinks. Hopefully the next few chapters will have some stuff you like more. PS: I heard you the first time! ;)

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  4. I...on the other hand...LOVE gunge. Pies, messy covered in mess. How can anyone expect to be dignified while head to toe in so much food! Indecent! It adds so much to the humiliation. Its not the food itself...its what it does!

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  5. I love the humiliation dished out by Alexander the best! He absolutely knows how to handle a young boy and bring out the slut boy within him. Love this chapter, made me cum so hard. Wish I were in Felix's place.

    It took me days to catch up from chapter 1, but it was worth every minute (although I did skim through the later parts where the four page boys were humiliated with various means by Prince Felix, because I was more interested at the rescue of Alexander carried out by brave young Will). I was naturally heart broken when Alex dumped Will like he was nothing more than a piece of ass when he was set free by none other than Will. What a prick!

    Now I can't decide whether I want to see Will being rescued by Alex (and live happily ever after) or if Will somehow escapes the ugly ogre and lives his own life. As much as I like the idea of Will submitting himself as a tights-slutboy once again to Alex (this time more willingly and with more passion), I must admit if Will was taken back in the castle by Alex (if he even bothers to find him back, that is), there's a chance Will will just become another Raymond who was eventually abandoned by Alex. All his life he's been subjecting to the will of others, I think it's time Will's will were respected and Will stood up for himself for once.

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  6. I love the butt focused gunge. Nice work.

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