Alexander
cuffed Raymond’s hands behind his back, telling him, “Just to
make sure you don’t cheat!” Then he grasped the end of the wooden
truncheon poking into the boy’s greased-up sphincter and pushed it
an inch or so deeper inside.
“Now,”
he said, “let’s see that talented, slippery tongue of yours put
to good use! Bend over and pick up one of those fat marshmallows with
your teeth.”
Raymond
parted his lips as wide as they would go, and did as he was ordered.
“Good
lad! Now get it nice and covered with spit. Take it in your mouth and
let your tongue slide all over it. That’s right! Getting soggy now,
isn’t it? Better be careful, we still want it to be in one piece,
don’t we? It’s no use to us if it disintegrates before we push it
inside his Highness’s butthole, is it?”
Effectively
gagged by the massive mallow, Raymond could only utter a muffled
“mmph” as his response. The dildo jabbed him in his arse, guiding
him towards the bed, where the Prince remained, tied down, his
red-hosed legs spread wide and pointing in the air. Raymond hobbled
over, trying not to lose his balance, his tights rolled halfway down
his thighs. He saw Felix’s eyes open wide as he approached.
“Crouch
down, slaveboy,” cooed Alexander. “Get your face level with his
Highness’s glorious bum. That’s it. Lower yourself slowly towards
the floor. Ah! How convenient. I can wedge the handle of my wooden
truncheon against the floorboard, and it will remain lodged within
you, leaving me free to attend to the Prince.”
Felix
looked with imploring eyes in the mirror at Alexander’s reflection.
“No! You can’t! You mustn’t! It’s inconceivable – stuffing
my arse with huge marshmallows! Anything! Please!”
“What
an amusing moment for you to discover manners, Prince Felix. Too bad
it will do you no good whatsoever…”
By
now, Raymond’s face – marshmallow stuffed in his gob – was mere
inches from the Prince’s sweating arse crack. Felix, horrified as
he was, nevertheless could not tear himself away from the image,
reflected over and over in the mirrored chamber.
“What
are you waiting for, boy?” demanded Alexander. “The Prince’s
rectum is empty and it expects to be filled by that sugary treat.
Push it in – now!”
Raymond
knew better than to disobey. He closed his eyes and guided the
slicked up mallow towards Felix’s unwilling rosebud. He pursed his
lips, and it felt for all the world as if he was kissing the Prince’s
hole – only with the obstacle of the marshmallow between the two of
them. He tried to angle his face for optimum effect and pushed the
sweet against the unyielding crevice. All he seemed to achieve was
squashing the marshmallow against his own cheek. The sweet was sticky
and it stuck, disobligingly, to his own face.
“Oh
dear,” sighed Alexander. “If you can’t even manage to get one
marshmallow up the Prince’s chute, I shall be very cross with you,
Raymond. And who knows how far my wooden dildo will go up your ass
then…”
Raymond
grunted with frustration and fear, and redoubled his efforts to try
and manipulate the mallow and get it inside the desired target.
“Let’s
see if we can loosen Prince Felix’s tight little sphincter for
you…”
Alexander
doused the handkerchief liberally with the lust potion and, with one
hand gripping the back of the Prince’s sweating neck, he forced the
fabric against Felix’s face. He left it there – longer than
usual.
“A
good strong dose will ensure you can open your hole more easily, my
little arse slut,” he explained.
Felix’s
senses swam as he was made to inhale the drug. And just as he thought
his lungs might explode from lack of air, Alexander withdrew the
handkerchief. The Prince began writhing in his bondage, acutely aware
of all the sensations assailing him: his tights clinging to his
sweating thighs, the ropes at his wrists and ankles, all of it so
damned humiliating – and so damned erotic too! Then he felt
Alexander’s strong hands placed on his naked buttocks – gripping
them and pulling them apart.
“Don’t
say I never do anything to help you, Raymond,” remarked Alexander.
“There you go – the Prince’s pretty puckered opening is ready
for you to make your deposit. Show him and me just how talented your
tongue is. Make it nice and rigid, and push that pesky marshmallow
inside. That’s it!”
“Nnnnnggghhh!”
grunted Prince Felix as he felt the fluffy lump of mallow pressing
against his asshole. Slowly, but surely, and totally against his
will, he felt the muscle begin to give way and his hole began to
open, finally allowing ingress to that stubborn, sticky sweet. His
asslips tingled and he experienced the strange, undeniably erotic
sensation of the invader moving inside his arse. His hole stretched
to accommodate the marshmallow: wider, wider, and Felix threw his
head back in a kind of ecstasy as the nerves in his anus thrilled to
the unyielding pressure of Raymond’s tongue. And then – quick as
a flash – the mallow slipped inside him and his arse muscles popped
back into place.
“Ahhh!”
cried the Prince, relief mingled with shame.
Raymond,
panting from the exertion, withdrew his face from the royal arse, and
as he did so, unintentionally impaled himself further on the wooden
dildo. He too let out a startled cry.
“My,
my,” chuckled Alexander, “What fortunate young men you are, to
have your arses filled so delightfully!”
Quick
as a flash, the Steward grabbed the handle of the truncheon and
nudged Raymond to his feet. “Now the barrier has been broached
once, it will make the second insertion much easier!” he declared.
Raymond
tottered on his stockinged feet over to the sideboard, his face
smudged with traces of sticky mallow.
“Now,
I think it’s time for a profiterole!” said Alexander, steering
Raymond with the rudder-like phallus over to the second bowl. “Come
along, boy. You know what to do!” He leant over and whispered in
the unfortunate youth’s ear: “Remember, I told you not so long
ago in these very chambers, that you did not have what it took to
dominate men successfully. Let this be a lesson to you, my lad.”
Raymond
nodded sourly, and bent over to select a plump profiterole from the
pyramid. Mouth open wide, and holding the pastry gingerly between his
teeth, Raymond felt the dildo being withdrawn slowly from his greased
up hole, so that its blunt end began to stretch him wider in
anticipation of its expulsion.
“Now,
get on with it, and stick that chocolately pudding up his Highness’s
poop chute!” crowed Alexander, as he plunged the wooden truncheon
back inside the youth.
Raymond’s
body jolted with the shock of the dong pushing against the sensitive
nub of his prostate, and he only just managed to hang on to the
profiterole. He did not dare think what punishment Alexander might
mete out upon him should he let the precious sweet fall to the floor.
He
repeated the motion as before, squatting down at the end of the bed,
and grimacing as Alexander once again released his hold on the
truncheon and secured it against the floorboards.
“Better
be quick about it, boy,” warned his master. “That chocolate
coating will soon melt and get you all messy if you don’t hurry.”
Raymond
eyed up the smooth pink flesh of the Prince’s sacred opening,
clamped shut once more. He pushed his chin forwards and, with no
small effort, eventually managed to manoeuvre his face between those
perfectly round buttocks.
“No
help from me this time, slave slut,” said Alexander. “You’ll
have to get that profiterole up there all on your own. Although your
task should be a little easier now the Prince’s pucker has been
stretched somewhat. Now, what are you waiting for, boy? I don’t
have all day!”
Raymond
planted his lips around the royal arsehole, and used his tongue to
position the melting pastry ball against the wrinkled flesh.
“Ha!”
mocked Alexander. “Kissing the royal arse. Although I suppose you
have a great deal of experience of doing just that, don’t you?”
There
was no way Raymond could reply, so instead he focused on his task.
Once more making his tongue rigid, he began to push at the rapidly
disintegrating profiterole. Alexander was right. This time the
Prince’s hole did open more easily, and Raymond heard the Prince
emit a sound somewhere between a grunt and a sigh as the pastry slid
between his asslips and joined the giant mallow inside his anal
cavity.
Raymond
stepped back and took a deep breath. How conflicted he felt! On the
one hand, here he was, finally getting to play with the beautiful
Prince Felix’s arsehole: indeed, as far as he was aware, the first
person ever to do so. How many nights had he fantasised about having
that god-like body tied down and entirely at his mercy to use and
humiliate! And here he was, getting to stuff that royal butt with
sweets and treats, as the intoxicated Prince writhed and groaned with
each new insertion. And yet, how differently the scenario had played
out in his imagination! In his version, he had been the one in
control: not the plaything of that bastard Alexander Courcey, as much
at his old master’s mercy as was the Prince.
He
caught sight of himself in one of the many mirrors on the bedchamber
walls and blushed. Alexander spotted his cheeks reddening.
“Hmmm,
not exactly how you envisaged dominating the Prince’s arse, is it?”
he laughed, as if reading the younger man’s mind. “Chocolate
smeared over your face, your silver tights pulled down to your
thighs, and my big wooden dildo rammed up your tender hole! What a
gorgeous sight, you and his Highness make! Him writhing in an induced
ecstasy, and you scuttling back and forth to fill his bum with
sweetmeats!”
Alexander
gripped the dildo with one hand, and reached around to squeeze
Raymond’s cock with the other. “Only semi-erect, eh? Half turned
on, are we? But half humiliated too? Not that I’m really concerned
one way or the other. I’m far more interested in slave boys’
arseholes than their pricks.”
As
if to emphasise the point, he began to push the wooden dildo slowly
further into Raymond’s hole.
“Mmm,
yes, boy, stick out your arse to better accommodate my big varnished
pole. In we go, deeper, deeper, raping you with a piece of wood. How
delightfully degrading for you. And now back out again, almost all
the way out in fact. How your cherry hole must long to be free of
that nasty dildo fucking you!”
Back
and forth, back and forth went the wooden dong, and Raymond’s cock,
seemingly of its own volition, began to harden even more.
Then,
abruptly as he had begun, Alexander stopped the motion, leaving the
truncheon lodged deep in Raymond’s ass: stuck fast so that he could
remove his hand and it still remained, protruding obscenely from
between the lad’s buttocks.
“Now,
let’s pick up the pace, shall we? We have many more of these
goodies with which to pack Prince Felix’s ass. And you, young
Raymond, have a job to do!”
For
the Prince himself, the experience was one long nightmare. Thanks to
the mirrored walls, there was no avoiding the spectacle he had
become. Even if he closed his eyes, the image was burned onto his
retinas. There he lay on his back on the bed, his arms and legs tied
and spread wide in the air, his scarlet tights yanked down carelessly
and humiliatingly to reveal his erect cock and exposed arse. He
doubted he would ever be able to expunge this nightmarish vision.
Once
again, the handkerchief, damp with potion, was clasped to his
protesting face, and he spluttered as, for a third time, he felt
Raymond’s hot breath on his nude arse cheeks. He was only vaguely
aware of Alexander issuing kinky instructions in a voice laden with
amusement and mockery. He was
his asshole and his hole was everything as the pressure of the
humiliating invasion began again. His so-called loyal servant coerced
to degrade him! It was all too much to bear! If only the sensation
were not driving him wild with lust! Damn that potion to hell!
His
sphincter, stretched twice already, began to give way once more. And
the Prince let out a shuddering gasp as another fat marshmallow began
to squeeze its unwelcome way inside him. The spongey sweet compressed
itself on its way in, and then once the tip of Raymond’s tongue had
done its evil duty and deposited the mallow inside Felix’s anus,
the sticky, slimy candy expanded to fill the space within him.
The
Prince’s hole closed once more around the newcomer, and Felix was
becoming increasingly aware of the growing fullness in his rectum.
Barely had he had time to contemplate this before he felt the now
familiar sensation of his arse opening up yet again.
It
was a violation of nature – his arse was supposed to be an exit –
and yet in this topsy-turvy world, it had become a doorway for these
traitorous invaders. He had little time to ponder the obscenity, as,
inevitably, he felt another chocolate coated, cream packed pastry
forced inside him. It was more difficult for Raymond this time: the
four sweets were not small, and at first, Felix wondered whether this
time his asslips would actually be able to close around the
profiterole.
“Let
me give you a hand,” came Alexander Courcey’s voice.
Felix
couldn’t help looking up at the mirror on the ceiling to watch
Alexander unceremoniously remove Raymond from his crouching position
at his bum, and extend a long finger towards his vulnerable arse.
Felix
shuddered, the blood pounding in his head, his cock pulsing in thin
air, as Courcey pushed his finger into the royal arse, forcing the
chocolatey pudding inside, and as a consequence, the queue of other
invaders deeper still.
“Mmm,
it’s getting full in there now, boy,” he mused, swirling his
finger around inside the Prince’s cavity. “Oooh that’s nasty!
The mallows are melting and becoming quite gooey with the heat of
your stud body. And the thin pastry cases are disintegrating too!
Oops! There goes one now, flooding your insides with that ice cold
cream.”
He
pulled his finger out and looked with disdain at the chocolate and
cream that now covered the end of it. He moved round to the head of
the bed, and without any further ado, stuck it inside the Prince’s
mouth and wiped it on his tongue.
Felix
gagged with the knowledge of where that finger had come from. And,
senses numbed from the witch’s potion, he was too shocked to do
what he would have loved to more than anything else – to bite down
on that hated finger! But Alexander was too quick for him, and before
any harm could come to him, he had snatched his finger away again.
“All
that sugar, cream and gelatine inside you will be irritating your
arse lining like Hell, my slutty Prince! You’ll soon find that you
will want to crap it out. The urge will be mightily powerful, and
all-consuming. You’ll beg me to let you use the latrine. And maybe
I will… But maybe I won’t. And if I don’t, you’ll just have
to work those ass muscles of yours and squeeze your hole tightly shut
with all your might. Because the alternative would be devastatingly
humiliating, wouldn’t it, your Highness?
Losing control of your bowels and shitting out a gooey mixture of
marshmallow, chocolate and cream. Like a sissy little baby. But I
feel confident you can take some more first, don’t you? In fact,
here comes another...”
It
took even more effort for Raymond to get this fluffy mallow inside
the Prince’s increasingly crowded arse, so Alexander decided to
apply some additional pressure.
“Come
on now, lad,” grunted the Steward. “You can do it.” And he
began to fuck Raymond’s arse vigorously with the wooden dildo.
Raymond
wanted to squeal in pain at the violent force of being raped by the
truncheon. The varnished pole felt massive as it ploughed in and out
of his behind. Redoubling his efforts, he successfully pushed the
marshmallow into Felix’s protesting anus.
The
Prince emitted a guttural cry, and Alexander reflected to himself,
with some amusement, that he felt like the driver of a particularly
kinky engine – applying motivation at one end via the big wooden
pole, carrying through the lithe body of young Raymond, and causing
agony and ecstasy to Prince Felix at the other end.
With
a loud, squelchy “pop!” Alexander pulled the wooden dildo
completely out of Raymond’s arsehole, and carelessly pushed the
exhausted youth to one side. He grabbed three more profiteroles and
three more mallows from the sideboard and came closer to inspect the
Prince’s exposed and vulnerable hole.
“What
a dirty little boy you are, Prince Felix,” he sniffed. “You have
cream and chocolate smeared all over your beautiful little bottom!”
“Go
fuck yourself, Courcey!” snapped the Prince as the haze of the
potion faded once more.
“Now
that’s not a very respectful way to speak to your Lord and Master
now, is it?” replied Alexander. “You use that tone with me, and I
may choose not to be so delicate with the way I handle you!”
True
to his word, Alexander prised apart the lips of Felix’s poor
suffering arsehole and crammed first one, then another and then a
third marshmallow into that desperately full opening.
“Ahhhhhh!”
shrieked the Prince as his body was invaded yet again. The urge to
expel the contents of his rectum was now overpowering, but he was
determined not to lose control and foul himself.
“I’m
sure a big boy like you can take just a few more,” crowed
Alexander. “These last profiteroles are eager to join their
companions! Although maybe we need to rearrange things inside your
butt to make room for them.”
Without
warning, he had two fingers inside the Prince’s hot rectum, pushing
and probing at the squidgy, melting mess. Felix gasped at the
invasion, but Alexander was relentless, forcing the sugary mass up,
up, up, higher into the Prince’s protesting chute. Felix felt a
cramp in his stomach as he was hit by the desperate need to empty his
bowels. But it was hopeless. Alexander’s fingers blocked the exit,
leaving the disintegrating, sugary gunge to torment him further.
Felix squirmed in his bondage, pulling at the ropes, but it was
hopeless – there was no escape.
With
his free hand, Alexander massaged his hard cock through the tight
purple fabric of his hose. “You make a most arousing sight, my
pretty young princeling, wriggling in your fine crimson tights with
my two fingers up your royal asshole, compacting all that gunk
together. How warm and sweet your arse feels to the touch, my slutty
bitch boy. I feel such sorrow at having to remove my fingers from
inside you, but alas I must. For we must finish the bowl of
treats...”
“No!
Please!” the Prince positively squealed in terror. “I’m full!
Full to the brim! There’s no more room!”
“Ah,
now that’s not true - as you well know. Don’t be such a
pessimist,my lad! Your hole has already proved talented beyond my
expectations. And when I withdraw my fingers, we will surely need to
fill that space they occupied, won’t we? Mmm, there we go, out they
come...”
Alexander
grimaced with distaste at the creamy gunge on his finger tips and
held them out for Raymond, who was loitering, hands cuffed, in the
corner.
“Here,
slave, lick my fingers clean,” he told him peremptorily, and,
without waiting for a reply, stuck them in his mouth.
Raymond
pulled a face but he did as he was told. He tasted the warm, sweet
chocolatey cream, mingled with hot royal ass juices.
“Swallow
it,” said Alexander casually, not even looking at the dark-haired
youth, although he listened with satisfaction to the sound of his
gagging and gulping.
“Now
for these three final tasty morsels! Let’s see just how hungry that
ass of yours is, your Highness! Let us try two at once!”
Alexander
positioned two chocolate pastries against the smooth orifice, just as
a spasm hit the Prince’s belly.
“Arrrggh!!”
cried the Prince, as the puckered ring, beyond the limits of his
control, began to quiver and open. Alexander saw a hint of slimy
white marshmallow within struggling to escape from its warm prison.
And a trickle of cream slipped out of the Prince’s ass and ran down
onto the bed.
“No
you don’t, you naughty little bitch!” cried Alexander. “You’ll
keep your cargo inside you until I give you permission to expel it!”
And,
with that, he rammed both profiteroles into the protesting circle,
pushing the would-be escapee back inside the tunnel. The Prince cried
out in shock, but Alexander was merciless. He had one final treat to
deposit inside the young man, and he had no intention of being
thwarted. So it was that the six giant marshmallows and four
profiteroles inside the royal bum were joined by one final
chocolate-coated pastry puff. Only, on this occasion, the Prince’s
ass did indeed seem to be stuffed full, and, although Alexander
pushed hard, the dark brown ball would only enter halfway, where it
remained obstinately: the Prince’s asslips stretched wide around it
– the profiterole neither in nor out!
“Ooh,
the pressure must be building now, slut boy, hey? The desire to push
that nasty larder of sweeties out of your straining gut. You can
gnash your teeth all you like but you mustn’t waste a drop of
energy or concentration – focus on keeping that arse of yours under
control. You don’t want the ultimate humiliation of shitting
yourself and letting all that gunge out of your hole now, do you?
Now, breathe deep of the potion – and get ready!”
And
with that, something seemed to give way and Alexander successfully
forced the final recalcitrant profiterole between the Prince’s
aching arse lips.
The
hole closed slowly and reluctantly as the young man’s agonised
scream echoed around the castle walls...
