chapter 9

Nate did not leave Ava’s bedroom that morning, taking a large breakfast in bed and then working remotely from his laptop. The mistress had awoken before him and was presumably with some of her other clients, from the noises that he could sometimes hear emanating through the corridors. Multiple times he had to mute his microphone during video meetings to prevent his coworkers from hearing the muffled cries of passion that had become a very distracting backdrop to his day. From this position as an observer and not a participant, he was beginning to get a feel for how the house was run. Every hour Butler would come around with a trolley of food, dropping off more snacks in his quiet and unassuming manner. He had already replenished Nate with greasy, salty treats a number of times over that morning, sometimes so subtly that Nate had hardly noted that he had emptied his bowl, continuing to graze as he worked. Standing up to use the bathroom, he groaned at the tightness in his belly, noticing as if for the first time that day that he was already stuffed. He had not meant to eat this much - he planned on going to the burger place that evening and attempting the challenge and he had intended to be hungry when he went, hoping it would improve his chances.

Nate had known that some of Ava’s clients were long term residents of the hotel - they had a steep discount on the rooms which he was currently paying a hefty price to rent day by day and in return they offered themselves to the mistress as pigs to be fattened. So far he could very much see the appeal. The only draw that the outside world currently held for him was the thought of going out to tackle the challenge Ava had set him. The work day passed at a snail’s pace, as Nate, with all his willpower, turned down any further treats from Butler and attempted to work up a bit of an appetite for the evening which was ahead of him. Finally he was able to get ready to go out. Ava had returned to the bedroom with her hair slightly tousled and food smeared on her legs. As she sat at her vanity and fixed her hair, Butler wiped her legs down with a soft cloth. She did not acknowledge the manservant as he did this, instead watching Nate’s reflection dressing slowly in her mirror as she preened.

“I’m going out to Cross Street,” he said after a time, when she did not greet him. She paused, her eyes flitting up to make contact with his own in the reflection. When she didn’t reply, he ventured, “I’d love it if you came with me.”

He watched one eyebrow rise in a perfect, questioning arch, and squirmed inwardly.

“Do you believe you’ll be able to finish the challenge tonight?” Ava asked, looking at him with the stern eyes of a governess.

“Ah… probably not,” Nate replied, feeling colour rising in his cheeks. He fought the urge to look at the floor.

“Well, sweetness - ” Ava replied breezily, standing up and turning to face him. She slipped out of the dress she was wearing and snapped her fingers at the robe which was hanging by the door. He brought it to her with trembling hands and she slipped it on, already beginning to walk to the bathroom. “ - I suggest you invite me when you can. Eat well, little one. Butler, come.”

As she passed him, she tweaked the head of his caged cock, smiling at the whimper this elicited, and then she was gone. Butler followed, carrying towels, but before he entered the bathroom he paused. “There’s a tripod in the drawer by the front door. Take it and film your effort tonight.”

“Will she want to see…” Nate began, but Butler cut him off.

“Do NOT show the mistress a failed attempt unless you’re looking for a punishment. She won’t take kindly to you wasting her time. No, the film’s for me. Bring it back here and we’ll figure out how to improve your technique.”

“BUTLER,” Ava called from the bathroom with warning tones, and he snapped back to attention and hurried in at once. At the sound of the shower turning on, Nate pulled himself up off the bed and began to make his way to the restaurant, tucking the tripod into his jacket as he went.

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Nate felt quite conspicuous as he entered the restaurant and asked for his table for one, especially as he sat fumbling to set his phone up into the tripod as he waited for the server to come over. Most of his clothes weren’t fitting quite right any more, and the outfit he’d worn tonight was no exception. After a time, a waitress walked up, giving the camera a sideways glance, and flashed him a smile.

“Just you tonight? Do you need any extra time with the menu or do you know what you want?”

“Ah, no, I know what I want,” Nate said, returning the smile rather bashfully. “I want the Meatpocalpyse Burger. And a pint.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, giving the camera another look. “Is this like, a mukbang video or something? I hope you’ve brought your appetite with you.”


“You have no idea,” Nate replied, his smile broadening, becoming more genuine. Seeing the determined look on his face, the waitress shrugged and smiled again.

“In that case… good luck!”

Nate sat waiting for his meal with a sense of excited nerves, feeling as though he was about to run in a race. He could see the wait staff talking to each other and occasionally glancing over at him. He wondered how often they had lone diners attempting the challenge. He wanted to spend the time looking at his phone but it was on the tripod now, so he distracted himself instead with thoughts of Ava. He could feel his trapped cock stirring again, and fantasised about miraculously finishing the challenge tonight, of staggering back into the dungeons with his stuffed belly sloshing in front of him and claiming the right to cum back from his Mistress, seeing rare admiration in her eyes. A loud clanging sound brought him back to reality. The waitress was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, ringing a large bronze bell on the wall. His ridiculous burger, nestling between two huge piles of fries, was being bourne towards him by two other servers. Too large to stand up by physics alone, the whole thing was held together with an enormous metal skewer. His cheeks flushing, Nate turned on the camera and tried not to feel the eyes of every person in the restaurant staring at him as his meal arrived. He took a moment to simply stare at the food, taking it in. Glistening with grease, dripping with cheese, the patties towered over him, an architectural miracle. Picking it up with both hands, he licked his lips and attempted to take the first bite, feeling as though he were unhinging his jaw. As soon as it touched his lips, the bell rang again, and he saw that they had started a huge timer on the wall, counting down.

With the first bite, an explosion of flavour. The fried egg burst and yolk trickled down the stack of patties, first covering his fingers and then running down his forearm as he brought the burger back for another huge bite. It was utterly delicious, and he felt his mouth flood with delight as he struggled his lips around it again and again. The bacon was crisp and delicious, spilling out of the sides of the bun with each mouthful, but it was so *salty*. He needed a drink. He put the burger back down, sucking grease off his fingers, and grabbed his beer, taking a few deep swallows. Going to pick the burger back up, he groaned as it started to slide apart, egg yolk and relish slipping between his fingers. He gathered it back up and dove back in, taking massive bites and chewing frantically. He wished, not for the first time, that he hadn’t been snacking all day before coming here. He was already a lot fuller than he had expected to be.

Almost half of his time had passed by the time he finally took the last bite of his burger. Breathing heavily, he washed it down with more beer and glanced back up at the restaurant. The servers were watching him intently, he assumed to check he wasn’t cheating, and a lot of the diners were stealing looks at him between bites of their own food. Belching a little self consciously against the back of his hand, he turned his attention to the fries. Two pounds of them, topped with pulled pork and chilli, they filled the plate like a couple of mountains for him to climb. Picking up a fork, trying hard not to think about the pound of meat that was already churning inside him, Nate took a deep breath and began to shovel them in as fast as he could.