Slug

Escargon slipped on the last of his frilly maid gear, tying the lace behind him to fasten the apron around his torso. He wasn't very receptive of Dedede's request to be served his dinner while wearing a maid outfit, but so long as it made his king happy, he could cope with the embarrassing feelings it rose. King Dedede yelled for Escargon to hurry up with the meal, the voice sounding louder from his brand new dining room, another addition that struck the snail as strange. Not wanting to keep the king waiting or needing to yell a second time, Escargon grabbed the meat-adorned dinner tray and sped for the room.

He slowed to almost a crawl when he entered the room where Dedede was waiting. It was a far cry from the usual design of the rest of the castle, as it was built not only at half the size of the last one at ten feet tall, seven feet wide, and seven feet across, it was plated entirely in mirrors. Escargon got the idea that it was intentionally built this way to present a bizarre and creepy atmosphere, part of some cockamamie plan for the king to lose weight through fear of staying in the room for too long. However, only Dedede knew the room's true purpose, one based entirely around his loyal servant.

Escargon slid into the room, slinking along as he watched the many reflections of him do the same. Self-conscious to the point of distraction, he slowed his movement to a complete stop as he watched himself blush more and more at the sight of himself in the maid outfit. Despite his shame, the humiliation of being dressed in white frills, Escargon found a certain pleasure in it all. The snail hunched himself forward to hide a budding erection as he began to move to Dedede's seat again. He stammered greeting the king as he handed the plate over, eager to leave and coax his erection further past the slight thrill his shame produced. No sooner had he turned around did Dedede decide to order the snail to remain where he was. Biting his lip and arching his back straight, Escargon obeyed, wondering the reason behind the order.

Dedede sat in his chair, grinning at his servant before taking a bite of the meat he ordered. He loved to take out his frustrations from Kirby on Escargon, salvaging a feeling of power lost from before the pink puffball arrived. His cruel pranks had increased in complexity with each passing event, coming to a head with the stunt in mind. Making sure Escargon was still facing away from him, Dedede reached under the table to grab a small remote control.

Dedede toyed around with a joystick on the control, keeping eye on a screen in the middle in hopes of finding Escargon in it. Escargon, with little else to do thanks to his superior's order, looked about his person. His eyes widened in panic as he saw a faint black shape moving around beneath the mirror tile he was standing in front of. He gasped in terror as he came to the realization he was being filmed at this venerable moment. He craned his head to get a better look around himself, shocked to find that every tile above and below him and a camera placed underneath, each one pointing either at him or at the mirrors along his side. He began a profuse bout of sweating as he heard Dedede call out to him from his seat. "Everyone in Pop Star's watching you Escargon. Start entertaining."

No one was watching the event, but Escargon was in too severe a state of panic to figure that nobody would watch him willingly besides Dedede. Escargon could only stammer out rushed questions at his king, wondering why he was subjected to this treatment. Dedede's only response was uproarious laughter at the snail's expense, unaware of the secondary effects felt by Escargon in his situation.

Escargon stared down at his raging erection, believing it broadcast to millions of viewers for their perverse pleasure. Fueled on by the lie, he clenched his fists as he held back he need to escape the room and masturbate to the worst conclusion to this he could conjure. Unwanted thoughts came, such as being paraded through the streets with his king, the people slandering him as a slut and a weirdo, Dedede unable to stop laughing whenever he saw him, and the shame hanging over any conversation had with his dear mother. He gasped as his cock trembled in pleasure at the possibility of them alone, spurred on further as Dedede continued laughing at him.

Tears welled in the snail's eyes as he saw the tented out front of his apron become wet with his precum, holding back sobs for the sake of saving face in front of his king. His thoughts turned from constant humiliation to his king, the hateful, bossy, and cruel, penguin that put him through this and other torments on a regular basis. Tears dripped on his cock head as he realized he wouldn't have it any other way. Dedede finally tired of pushing his underling around and gave him the order to leave. "Enough Escargon, leave me to eat, you slug." The name-calling was all the pressure Escargon needed to begin ejaculating into the heart print on his outfit, getting sperm all over his cock and drip onto the tile below him.

After spending himself, he slithered out of the room while still rock hard from his torment, prepared for the night of angry masturbation ahead. He shut his bloodshot eyes to relax them as he closed the dining room door, Dedede enjoying his meal in full arrogance of his servant.