chapter 7

Nate was kneeling on all fours on Ava’s bed, his face pressed into the pillows. He could smell the scent of her hair and her perfume wafting up from them as they came close to smothering him. His body was curled up almost protectively around his engorged belly, which felt like a heavy sandbag weighing him down to the bed. Ava’s long fingers were wrapped firmly around his cock, milking it with an almost matter-of-fact air to the task. Each stroke made the contents of his stomach slosh - he fancied it might even have been audible were he not moaning so uncontrollably.

“I want to make one thing perfectly clear, little pet,” Ava was saying, talking over his moans in carrying tones that showed that she was perfectly used to enunciating over the throes of carnal pleasure. “You’ve been a very good boy whilst you’ve been away, and you’re going to be rewarded. But I’ll admit I wasn’t sure if you were serious about the promise you made when you first came here.”

She brought one oiled palm up and over the head of his cock, sending shooting bolts of electricity up into the pit of his stomach.

“Of course I was,” Nate gasped. He was finding it difficult to focus with the mistress’ hands working their magic, but he didn’t dare drop his attention from her commanding voice. “If you say you want me fatter… Oh god… I’ll do anything to make that happen.”

Her hands stopped suddenly and he whimpered, the absence of sensation more overwhelming than the dizzying heights it had been bringing him to.

“Anything?” she asked, her voice soft and pressing.

He turned to face her, breathing heavily as he maneuvered his swollen body onto his back, looking up into her eyes. His cock dripped and throbbed, desperate for her touch again.

“Try me,” he said, attempting much more bravado than his voice was currently capable of.

“Hmmm,” she pondered, lightly teasing his cock as she put on a show of coming up with a suitable task. As though she had not known all along what she was going to demand of him, she grinned brightly and said “You know the burger place on Cross Street?”

Nate grinned and shook his stomach slightly. “Of course.”

“Then you know about the challenge burger they serve?” Ava replied, her smile widening.

Nate did know. Three quarter pound patties with a quarter pound of bacon, served with another two pounds of fries smothered in pulled pork and chilli. Topped with a fried egg. Finish the lot in under 40 minutes and it was free. He had tried it once and made a sizeable dent, but had come very short of the mark for finishing it. He nodded trepidatiously and Ava’s slick fingers wrapped around his cock again. Nate could feel himself reaching the edge with dizzying speed.

“Well, my little piglet, this is the last time you can cum until you can show me some evidence that you’ve finished that challenge. I want to know you’re serious about this. Sound good?”

Nate tried to reply, but he was already spurting, his mind at once both completely blank and entirely full of thoughts of her. He collapsed back, gasping, as Ava primly wiped her hands clean on a soft towel and kissed him on the forehead, that wry smile of hers filling him with determination. He had no idea how he was going to achieve this feat, but he also knew he had never wanted anything as much as he wanted this. Despite his enthusiasm, he felt a pang of fear when Ava slipped the chastity cage onto his cock, his heart skipping a beat as he heard the click of the locking mechanism slamming shut. He peered down at it over his belly and then looked up into her face earnestly.

“Are you going to make me proud, baby?” she purred, fingering the lock mischievously.

“I’ll do my best,” he whispered.

“You’d better,” she warned, “Or you’re going to get quite frustrated. Now, my sweet, shall we see about some sleep? Or do you fancy a midnight snack?”

Nate groaned, touching his protesting stomach and considering. He knew what the right answer was, but he wasn’t sure how up to the task he was feeling. He leaned back on the pillows and licked his lips. “Will you feed me?” he asked quietly, “I think I’m too full to do it myself.”

Ava beamed at him. “Good answer, cutie pie.” Butler appeared at the door with a tray as though Ava had conjured him out of thin air. By the time he was allowed to go to sleep, Nate was unable to move or speak. This was how he wanted to feel forever - utterly glutted and burning for his mistress. Thinking of the challenge that lay ahead of him made his cock twitch in its cage. He wondered when he would be able to cum once more.