George ( His 7 Deadly Sins)

Gluttony

The wind whistled through the corridors as the old clock took a deep breath, waiting for the hour. Twelve o' clock, the hand on the old grandfather clock chimed, in twelve consecutive strokes. The night had begun, all who were not needed were sound asleep; in respect for the games that were about to begin. Pulling him closer I grinned, as I watched his face squirm slightly. Knowing all too well that the party was about to begin, this boy eagerly awaited to be claimed, forgetting all about the misshapes earlier that day...

Using my index finger and thumb I grasped his chin firmly, twisting his jaw to the side I smirked again, before twisting it back to face me. Luring me in, quickly, I pressed my mouth to his giving in to his seductive ways; pushing him back slightly. A couple of seconds passed before I felt a second surge of energy, as he began to respond pushing me back with a sense of urgency, desperate to be equal to my desire. We almost seemed perfect for each other, well that's at least what he thought, it was indeed what I let all my princes think, they were all special in their own way all wanting a their time with me to be perfect. So being the gracious host I was I allowed for this to happen. After all who is to deny a prince in line for a thrown right?

As his kisses started to quicken his heart pumped faster, as it tried to circulate barely containing his excitement, I listened to the steady beats and ticks of the old grandfather clock. After all these years it had served me well and, boy could it tell you a fair set of stories if only it could talk. Growls protruded from our stomachs as our hunger grew, no longer would each other's bodies be the only source of meet. In the subtlest way our bodies were telling us it was time to invite another guest; food...

An amazing desire in life is to vanquish ones hunger, one will do this under any means possible. After all, the magic of food is far too great to resist. Although we were up far before sunrise the two of us needed a substance to sustain our evening. Taking the initiative I moved away from him and carefully edged my way to the kitchen, following me earnestly like a lost puppy Joseph came along too. Trying to show off I grandly opened the cupboards, exhibiting all to enjoy for our wolf packed hunger. Sitting patiently for his king Joseph watched as I cooked a consumption of delights. Laying the steaming hot crumpets with melted butter, poached eggs, crispy bacon and fries I sat down opposite him. Laughing at the sheer sight of his beady eyes and luscious lips as they waited wanting to devour the meal before his saliva ducts chocked him. So being the gracious leader that I am, I allowed him to subdue to his desire and dig in.

Now although a crumpet is a simple thing, the joy of it cannot simply be described. They are things of magnificence and wonder, a true art in the worlds of food. Now although originally British these beauties have travelled to all hearts and now it is the captive holder of our hearts. We both hungrily devoured this delicious meal easily filling our stomachs however, we wanted more. There was no reason to stop, we just needed to continue and as our gluttonous minds took over are acts of restraint were feeble. We could not resist it was like sex the desire to keep eating was far too much however, eating was not only on our minds. Why devour only food when we were so close to each other...

The notion of gluttony, and what it implies is the excessive consumption that deprives another of a life giving necessity. As we devoured more, we left others with less it was like a ritual. Sacrifices had to be made we knew it was wrong but we had to worship the food that was set before us. And the best way to do this was to lay it out straight. Eating food and having sex are undoubtedly two of the best things about being alive.

Reaching up for the top cupboards I retrieved two weapons; whipped cream and chocolate syrup. To make room I pushed all the empty equipment to the floor listening carefully as the metal clattered down, before reaching over and dragging Joseph from his seat. Then pushing him up I laid him down onto the table. Ready to create a piece of art I ripped off the seals that contained my weapons and got ready to play. Being the sexy assistant he was, he had already removed his shirt a while back so I was free from any restraints. Just for a bit of fun I tested the cream by spraying it onto his rock hard nibbles. Watching his face squirm as his body realised how cold it was, grinning from ear to ear I began creating perfection! Moving on I tried the chocolate syrup a great weapon for a lot of mess, it drips far better allowing more tongue action. Shaping the syrup I designed a bunny head and ears across his freshly shaven chest, like all playboys we knew our signature shape well. Pleased with the result I squirted more whipped cream around the image and then stood back to admire my work.

True beauty really did lie with sex and food and, if you were truly good boy does it make a great dessert! Throwing away my used weapons I leaned in and allowed for my tongue to take the true victory, curving it gracefully and sucking on his nibbles as closed in. Both of us a complete mess I grinned as I watched his package rock up hard as his nibbles lay captive to me. Now although we were having our fun, the food had once again taken its victim and he had won. Our gluttony had increased far too much and now we couldn't stop...