Dan couldn't quite believe the mess he was in. Literally. He felt utterly humiliated, and they'd only cleared the starter! So much still to go

Twenty-five, good-looking and in fine shape, after getting less than average grades at Uni Dan decided to use his physical assets to his advantage and started applying for modelling work and such. The agency recommended he keep working out, so he got into crossfit and really built up his physique - getting regular work modelling fitness gear - under armour and the like. Secretly he enjoyed the feel of the tight clothing and how it showed off his muscles and with his newfound confidence he decided to sign up to a second agency, as a scantily clad waiter for 'adult' parties. Nothing too risqu just drunk girls and gays swooning over his body - easy work, well paid and good for his ego.

He'd been doing it for about six months when a job was sent through to him which seemed too good to be true. A gay couple wanted him, and another guy he'd worked with before called Scott, to be waiters their double stag-do wearing just a pair of white under armour shorts. It'd be a three-course meal and the pay was double what they usually earned. Working with Scott was always a laugh - he was a bit older than Dan, but just as muscular, if not more so. Dan checked in with his buddy and he seemed keen, so they agreed to the job.

The grooms had hired a large hall and when Scott and Dan arrived they were setting it up with two long tables. They asked the guys to change into their outfits, then come back so they could talk them through the dinner. When they did, both grooms had big grins on their faces - clearly Scott and Dan were everything they'd hoped for.

"Here to serve," said Scott, "where do you want us?"
The grooms' grins turned mischievous. "You get one table each, but there's a little extra we wondered if you'd be interested in"
Dan frowned, "we're not that sort of," he started to say, but the other groom cut him off.
"Oh no! Nothing like that. We just want our guests to have a little entertainment. Enjoy themselves. You know. And we'd be happy to double what you're getting. Each." Scott chuckled, and gestured for him to carry on.
"When you clear the plates of our guests, rather than just carry them away, we'd like you to empty any leftovers into your delightfully impressive and wonderfully tight shorts. As the night goes on you'll undoubtedly get a bit messy, but there's a hot shower down the corridor so you can leave totally clean. And we've been told the food is simply delicious so I'm sure there won't be much left. What do you say?"

Dan started to protest again, but Scott pulled him to one side. "I could really do with the cash buddy what do you think? Sounds like it won't be too bad - easy money like we said before." He could see his friend looked a bit excited by the idea of the extra cash, but then again he wouldn't object to four times their usual rate either, so with a hint of trepidation, Dan turned back to the guys and agreed. Behind him, Scott grinned.

The guests arrived on time and Dan and Scott greeted them at the door. They were mostly in their 30s, and clearly the message had got round that the 'entertainment' was on. This only made Dan more nervous, but he couldn't really back out of it now. The grooms took their seats and Dan and Scott headed into the kitchen to collect the starters. To his horror, they were shown two large urns of thick, mushroom soup on trolleys, each with a stack of large bowls next to them. They wheeled the urns out into the hall and the guests came to collect and fill their bowls.

In almost no time it seemed they were 'finished', but apparently every guest had left plenty of room for the next two courses - not a single guest had actually finished their soup. The grooms gestured to Scott and Dan and called out in strong voices, "clear the starter please boys!" Dan groaned and went to the bottom of his table. With one hand he picked up a bowl, little more than half finished and with the other tentatively pulled open the front of his shorts. He looked at Scott - his 'buddy' already had soup running down his abs and into his shorts and was clearly enjoying himself. The guys at the table by Dan started to pound their spoons on the table, "tip it in, tip it in!" they chanted. With a grimace, Dan tipped the bowl of thick, lukewarm soup into his under armour shorts, covering his cock. "Faster please Dan, we haven't got all night!" the groom at his table called.

Dan had never felt so embarrassed in his life as he walked up the table, tipping leftover bowls of mushroom soup into his shorts. They were tight around his thighs and very little of the soup dripped out - by the time he reached the groom it felt like they were pretty full. The groom helpfully suggested he use the back of the shorts too and, with nothing else to lose, Dan obliged, receiving a big cheer from his table. What was worse, he felt a slight stirring in his crotch. He'd never told anyone, but the idea of humiliating situations had always been a little bit of a turn on for him. He only hoped he could control himself, or that the mess in his under armour would hide his embarrassment.

With the starter cleared they went back into the kitchen, Scott's muscles dripping in soup. Dan didn't dare say anything - he wasn't sure his voice would stay level. Laid out on large trolleys, ready to be served, were three different dishes - a green spinachy curry in a thick, gloopy sauce, a rich spaghetti bolognese and pieces of steak in extra-thick gravy. Again, each serving was large - far larger than he expected the guests would want. He groaned and wheeled his trolley out as Scott chuckled to himself. Dan went up and down his table, serving each guest their pre-selected meal, feeling the remains of the creamy soup squelching around his cock, then stood to the side of his groom while the guests ate. Scott was clearly having a lot of fun, but Dan could only think of how ridiculous he must look, which did nothing to ease the pressure in his pants.

Again, the time flew by and when the last diner put down their cutlery, Dan groaned. The food really had looked delicious, but somehow not one of the guests had found space to finish off their meal, so Dan would have to find space in his shorts instead. He didn't pause this time, he knew there was no going back and he could see that Scott had just as much leftover slop to deal with as he did. Plate after plate of curry sauce, bolognese and gravy went down his crotch, or down his crack. As he reached the groom he could feel his shorts starting to sag a little with the weight of everything in them, and the disgusting mixture of stuff was beginning to ooze through the material. Like Scott he hadn't bothered to try to keep himself clean elsewhere - his own abs were glistening and after he'd almost dropped one plate, his pecs had taken a plastering too.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself there Dan," said his groom with a twinkle in his eye," how about we up the stakes a notch?" Dan glanced down at the growing bulge in his pants and spluttered slightly. He couldn't believe his embarrassment could get any worse, but it would seem his cock had given him away. He hung his head in shame, and heard Scott squelch over to him.
"Gentlemen!" called Scott's groom. "Our two waiters have done fantastically well so far tonight and I'm sure they're both looking forward to helping us with dessert." Knowing already what was on the menu, the guests chuckled.
"But I think we should spice things up abit with a little competition," Dan's groom continued. "Whichever waiter has the most leftovers in their shorts after we've finished dessert may help themselves to an extra special pudding we've arranged just for them. Once they're had their fill, the waiter with the least leftovers in their shorts will have to clear their plate, in whatever fashion the winner chooses." The assembled men laughed and cheered. Scott gave Dan a friendly slap on the back, while Dan's cock twitched. Scott's shorts already looked like they were sagging more than his and he was clearly enjoying it; Dan had a sudden feeling he was going to end up with this 'special' pudding all over him.

The men waddled out to the kitchen, trying not to leave too much mess in the wake. They saw laid out on two trays small bowls of trifle - simple jelly and custard topped off with whipped cream. Their biceps bulging, they carried the trays back out to the guests and carefully served them all, then stood back. Glancing to the back of the hall, Dan now saw a small paddling pool had been set up on the little stage, with a table and a chair inside. He dick betrayed his feelings again and started to grow stiff in his shorts.

Once the noise of eating subsided Dan and Scott started the now familiar routine of walking up their table and emptying the leftovers into their ruined under armour shorts. Although the bowls were small, to his surprise most of his guests had barely touched their trifles. Dan pulled his shorts up to try and make more room for the custard and jelly, letting it slide down his washboard stomach as there was such little room left. His arousal was clear to all now and, although he'd never expected it, he had to admit he was enjoying the attention. He reached his groom and realised the sneaky man hadn't eaten any of his dessert at all.
"It's all your's," he whispered and winked at the glistening hunk. Dan smiled, scooped up the bowl, pulled his shorts open at the back and let it slide down his butt crack and under his balls. He felt ridiculous, but at the same time, the feeling of the custard sliding down his tight buttocks was surprisingly good.

He glanced at Scott - he was looking just as bad, but Dan couldn't help wondering if he had less food in his pants.
"To the stage!" cried the grooms, and Dan and Scott obliged, dripping cream as they went. "We've conferred and we think there is a clear winner, thanks largely to the generous donations of trifle half of you made to one of these fine gentlemen. Dan - congratulations! Please take a seat at the top table and enjoy your just desserts!"

Dan was shocked. He looked at Scott, who simply shrugged and gestured to the chair. Carefully Dan climbed into the paddling pool and waited for Scott to pull the chair out for him; as he sat down a fountain of gunk sprayed up the back of his shorts and right into Scott's face, drawing a cheer and raucous laughter from the crowd.
Scott grimaced, "you're going to enjoy this aren't you?"
"Yes, I think I am," whispered Dan in return.
A gasp from the men drew Scott and Dan's attention to the other side of the hall, where they saw the grooms carrying an enormous trifle in a clear plastic bowl - a thick layer of red jelly, a layer of pink mousse, a layer of yellow custard and then a mound of squirty cream, all topped off with lashings of chocolate sauce. Dan grinned, Scott groaned - this was not going how he'd expected.

Carefully the grooms placed the trifle on the table and handed Dan a spoon. Scott waited nervously to one side, curry and soup and gravy all slowly seeping out of the bottom of his shorts. Dan ate a small scoop, then stopped.
"Waiter," he said with a smile wink to the grooms, "I think there's something in this trifle! Could you take a look please?" The grooms chuckled while Scott sighed and stepped closer, leaning in to see what Dan was pointing at. With a quick motion Dan pushed Scotts head firmly into the centre of the trifle, much to the amusement of the men now gathered by the stage.
"Well I think I've had quite enough, take it away please waiter!"
The men gasped. He'd taken their trick and had just one spoonful. The rest, as promised, would have to go down Scott's shorts, however Dan wanted. As Scott wiped the mousse out of his eyes, Dan just smirked.
"Open your pants," he ordered. Sheepishly, Scott obeyed.
Dan gripped the large plastic bowl with both hands, lifted it up high then slowly, agonisingly slowly, tipped it up so it fell gloopily and thickly over Scott's pecs, sliding down his abs and into his shorts. The under armour was so full it pushed some more of the gunk out the bottom, then overflowed, covering the man's crotch and legs. He grabbed Dan in a bear hug and what was left in the bowl poured over both their heads. The crowd cheered as the men collapsed in the slop.