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"The Marriage of Martin Hastings" REVISED Chapter Three "For Better and For Worse" By Rikki Martin shifted his eyes back and forth, looking at all the people standing, and were totally focused on him. He could not turn his head because of the neck corset held his head slightly tilted back but firmly in place. He saw many people smiling and some giggling at the sight of him, but politely covering their mouths as they did so per custom. An older couple looked shocked at his appearance, and seemed to be judging him for what they saw. "Oh my god Harry, look how that young man's dressed," Martin saw her lips say to her husband. She looked confused. "I mean I had heard he was going to be wearing a dress, but he's dressed completely like a woman." "I know Bea, I can see that," he said shaking his head. "Just not what I was expecting is all," she said. Martin wanted to shout out, "Don't just stand there and stare at me, somebody help me." Martin continued slowly walking down the aisle feeling more and more ashamed of his looks and his inability to move caused him to feel humiliated with each step. How could all these people really think he was a willing partner in all of this? "I can't take this anymore Mommy. It's absurd," he said softly to Missy, his voice wavering. "You're doing just fine Martin. Don't make a scene honey. We will figure this out later. I promise," she squeezed his arm and steadied him on his 5" spike heels as they very slowly continued down the aisle. Martin minced carefully, lifting one foot and placing it in front of the other foot, because of the extreme high heels, knee hobbles and crushing corset he was wearing. Martin looked to the grooms side of the chapel and his eye caught the eye of a very attractive woman with long straight black hair. She had dark eyes and red lips. The kind of girl that Martin found attractive and would have approached, but he now felt embarrassment that such a woman was seeing him dressed like this and believing he desired anothers man companionship. She just stared as if taking in his appearance for a moment. Then she smiled and gave a nod to him as if she was accepting him for what he appeared to be. A gay male bride. An older couple stood next to her. The woman seemed to be disgusted with the male bride walking down the aisle. She turned away and spoke very sharply to her husband. Her husband looked at Martin with a big grin and even laughed when he got close enough to take in all his looks at once. It bothered Martin that he could not explain to these people what was happening. He looked to the other side and saw his ex wife Melissa standing. She had a shocked look on her face holding her hand to her lips in disbelief. "Damn it Missy, what is Melissa doing here? This is degrading," he hissed silently to her. "They're all laughing at me." "They're not laughing at you they are admiring you Martin. You look so beautiful as a bride in your dress. Well, except Melissa, she seems very surprised to say the least, and I have no idea why she's here. Try and give her and the rest of them a smile," she said. "Admiring a man in a wedding dress? I don't need that kind of shit," his voice getting a little loud now. "Can't they see this is not right? My elbows are pulled together. My head forced up. I'm in bondage." "It is very appropriate at this moment that you are dressed the way you are, so just calm down. These people here all expect you to look like this Martin," she patted his arm as they walked down the aisle. "What's appropriate about it?" he argued. "Why do I have to dress like this? If he wants this marriage so much, let him wear the dress. Who says I have to be the bride?" "Because he is the groom, and he wants you dressed like this," she said sounding a like an air head, and making absolutely no sense at all to Martin. Though Martin felt great shame being escorted down the aisle in front of all these people he didn't know dressed as a woman on her wedding day. It was his posture that was now being dictated by the crushing corset and the neck corset and high heels he wore and it made him look in many ways like a proud bride. His head tilted up slightly so all the guest could clearly view his beautifully madeup face. He couldn't hide and the tears he shed were tears of humiliation and frustration and not tears of joy that most in the church were mistaking them for. His high heels still causing him to take short measured, but appropriate steps made the trip down the aisle last much longer. "Missy.....This corset is crushing me, my shins and feet are hurting because of these heels," he gasped in a loud whisper. "It all looks so good on you. Nice curves Martin, and a small tight waist, toes pointed when you step." "I don't care how it looks. It hurts, and I can't get my breath, and this thing on my neck, I am having trouble with my balance," he insisted. "Others do care how it looks. That's enough about the corset and heels Martin. You can't take them off right now so hush. You'll survive." she looked at him. Making it to the end of the aisle Missy turned to face Martin. "It's time Martin," she looked into his eyes, "Be strong, honey," she said squeezing his hands. She gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "This can't be happening. It has to be a dream. Things aren't done this way." His eyes looking about even more desperate now. His ex wife still staring and taking it all in. "It's not a dream sweetie......I'm sorry Martin," she said softly lowering her eyes. "I....I..can't to do this Missy," he stammered as he was moved closer into position. "I know you don't want to do this honey, just try and go along with the ceremony. I promise to do all I can as fast as I can. You'll be fine." she looked away. "Missy......Mommy, please.....don't leave me here," he pleaded now, not knowing what else to say, but she did not respond. As they got to the front alter, the groom turned and looked at Martin. Martin was too nervous to understand what they were wanting him to do. Martin balked. Slightly pushing away and pulling his arms back as he was forcibly positioned nearer to the groom. His lips formed the word "no" but nothing came out. He felt himself lifted off the ground by his arms and placed next to the groom. There was a little laughter that ran through those who were in attendance as he was placed in position for the ceremony to begin. The Justice of the Peace who was to perform the ceremony, was a pleasant looking middle aged woman wearing a red satin robe. She was wearing high heels, and had a warm smile for Martin as he was positioned next to the groom for the ceremony. The groom was a large man. Much taller than Martin, with thick black hair and a mustache. He seemed to be in his mid forties. He smiled at Martin and looked him up and down from head to toe. He then laughed to himself in what seemed to be satisfaction with Martin's appearance. The Justice nodded and proceeded with the ceremony as everyone took their seats. "Today....we have gathered here together to join this couple, the Baron Vargos and Martin Hastings in blissful wedlock." Martin's hands were shaking beneath the flowers as he stared at the woman Justice. "Who is giving the bride Martin Hastings away?" she asked smiling and looking to Missy. "I am," Missy spoke up. "His mother," Missy said taking Martin's bouquet and holding out Martin's arm to the Baron. Martin's bright red fingernails were a testament to his new feminized state. Martin flinched as the Baron took his hands in his. The Baron smiled admiring Martin's small hands and delicate nails, which now seemed so dainty in this man's large hand. "Has the dowry been passed and is it acceptable to the Hastings family?" she asked. "Yes," said Missy looking to the Baron. "Thank you." The Baron nodded as she thanked him. Martin's brow wrinkled a bit as he wondered, "Would this be happening if the dowry was not acceptable? Could she have said no. Who got the dowry? None of this was right." He was for all intents and purposes being sold to this man by his own family. "Wait," said Martin. The Justice looked surprised, as she looked at him as to what his inquiry might be. "Ma'am I don't agree with this marriage," he said softly. "Was the dowry paid?" she asked the Baron. "Yes," he said. "Did you receive it, and was it adequate?" she asked Missy. "Yes," she said meekly looking to Martin. "Well it sounds to me we have all the required consents. Mr. Hastings, this is an arranged marriage sir. The Baron has requested your hand in marriage and your family has found the Baron to be a suitable spouse for you. Now shall we continue?" she was interrupted again as she started. "What about my consent? I don't want to do this. I didn't accept his so called dowry, and I don't want to be dressed like a woman for the rest of my life," he said with a soft trembling voice. "But you are the bride sir, and everything is in order. Your consent is not required," she smiled. "Now. Shall we continue?" "I don't want to get married," he whined softly as tears of frustration started to flow again, his head held rigidly straight. Martin looked at the groom who seemed concerned. "I don't want to marry you. I'm sorry, but I'm not gay," he said to the Baron. The Baron looked at him with a caring smile. "Don't do this to me," he pleaded through his tears. The Baron patted Martin's arm before turning his attention back to the Justice and the ceremony continued. Martin stared straight out, the neck corset holding his head erect, but couldn't block out the fact that every eye in the house was now fixed on him. Not to mention the fact he was a man being forced to marry a man in a totally legal, same sex, arranged marriage. Why didn't this seem odd to any of these people seated in the chapel. Some seemed to even find his appearance dressed as a woman unacceptable, but they stared at him as if he was were fulfilling a life long dream to be dressed this way today, so their disdain and disgust was directed at him. Others smiled, girls giggled and fought back outright laughter. Whispers behind hand covered mouths. "No!" Martin blurted out again. "Stop this." He looked around franticly, now crying steady streams of tears, his makeup starting to run. One of the security detail approached Martin with a small strap. It was a ball gag. Martin had caused enough disruptions and it was about to come to an end. "Don't make me do this......ooogghh......mmmppfff!" he squeezed out his last words as the ball gag was put between his lips. The strap was fastened behind his head. "UMMPPFF!!" he squealed again as the gag strap was pulled very tight, filling his mouth and hurting his cheeks. His humiliation was even more evident now as he stood facing all in attendance, beautifully dressed as a bride, gagged and now about to be married to Baron Vargos in a ceremony they were all there witness and seemed to approve of. Martin's attention was brought back to the ceremony. Martin struggled with the man as his hands were now secured behind his back, but it was no use. "Will you Baron Vargos, promise to love, cherish and care for Martin as your wife. Take him into your life and hold him special among all others, love him in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" "I do," the Baron said in a deep voice. "MMPPFF!!" Martin tried to interrupt and turn his head. It was happening. It was really happening and he couldn't stop it. "And do you, Mrs. Hastings," the justice said now looking to Missy. "Being Martin's mother, also feel this marriage will be a beautiful part of Martin's life, committing him to the of love and protection of The Baron Vargos, to share his life with him in sickness and health till death do they part." Missy looked a Martin a little hesitant, then smiled at the Justice. "Yes. I do." "MMPPFFF" Martin reacted looking at Missy astonished at her answer. "You may place the ring on the bride's finger," the Baron was advised. "MMPPFF....UMmmmm!!! Martin squealed in the ball gag as the ring slid down his slender finger. Tears on his face. "With this ring as a symbol of your love together, and by the power invested in me by the state, I now pronounce you man," the Justice looked at the Baron, "and wife," the Justice smiled as she nodded to Martin. Martin felt the strap of the gag being unfastened now. It was removed from his mouth. "You may kiss the bride now," the Justice said with a joyful smile. "NO!" Martin said backing up. The Baron lifted Martin's veil. Martin was stunned. Before he could say anything, the Baron had pinched his cheeks into a pucker and was now kissing Martin deeply. Martin's eyes were squinted shut. A slight sound of pain from the squeezing of Martin's cheeks was muffled by the applause of those now standing in the audience. Total disgust was the look on Martin's face as the Baron released his kiss. "NOOO!!!" Martin shouted out, as the Baron took him by the hand, and one arm around his waist. They walked up the aisle to the well wishes of all, as they made their way to the back of the church. "Let me go damn it. I'm not married to you." Martin shouted out unable to turn side to side. Martin had to take two steps to every one the Baron took which gave him a pretty mincing stride as he doubled timed to keep up in his high heels. It appeared Martin was running anxiously to his honeymoon. "I'm not your wife," Martin had a distressed look on his face as he was escorted up the aisle. As they reached the top of the aisle they were greeted by those who had helped prepare him for the ceremony. They were all smiling and clapping. Martin was stunned at what he heard next. "Are you ready to get out of that corset Mrs.Vargos? Just come this way. We'll have him back in about ten minutes Baron." What was this? Mrs. Vargos? Why are they referring to him in the feminine way? He walked with them dazed by what had just happened. Leanne took Martin by the arm and escorted him to a side room. "Someone wishes to congratulate you Mrs. Vargos. I'll be in to take the corset off in a few minutes." "Can you take it off first?" Martin reached out for something to steady himself. He placed his hand on the wall. "Hello Martin," a soft sombre female voice spoke. Martin turned so he could see who it was. With his head tilted back he glance out to the side and there stood his ex wife Melissa. "Melissa, what are you doing here?" he gasped "Well well look at you, don't you make a pretty girl." "Please help me Melissa," he strained with his chin in the air. "You cheated on me Martin. You cheated on me and had sex with other men. How do you think that made me feel as a woman? My husband preferred a men over me." "WHAT? I never cheated on you," he staggered to turn around in his high heels. "Oh shut up Martin. Look at you, you are dressing like a woman for your wedding. Flaunting all your perverted desires in front of these people. I can't believe I actually was married to you." "Help me. I am being forced to this Melissa. I have been abducted and forced to do all this." "You just married a man Martin. You are to play the part of the girl I guess. I wonder how many people at the ceremony have any doubts in their minds which one of you will be sucking dick tonight. I used to suck your dick Martin. Remember? Didn't you like it?" "Yes. I loved you Melissa. I was heart broken when you left." "Would you have loved me more if I had a dick between my legs?" "Melissa please listen to me." "Hush, just stand there and let me look at you for a Melissa walked around Martin looking at his feminine appearance. He was obviously heavily corseted because nobody was naturally that shape. The neck corset forcing his face up. "Those are some very high heels you're wearing Martin. Oh and look at those toenails." She laughed, "Painting your toenails now I see." She looked at his hair, even touching the heavily sprayed style. "Melissa please, this is so embarrassing." "Why Martin? Why is it embarrassing? Because your ex wife is here seeing you in a way that is OK for strangers to see but not your wife. You should have told me you were a transvestite Martin." "I'm not a transvestite. Don't say that." The words cut him deeply. "I would have understood you know. Martin I would have painted your toenails for you if that's what you really wanted. Why didn't you ask me to do these things for you?" "I don't want you doing these things for me," he whined frustrated. "No, I guess not. You wanted to experience being the wife. Sucking your husband's dick when he gets home from work. The problem is you started while we were still married. Someone has been lying to you. I didn't cheat on you and this is an arranged marriage and I'm being forced to do all this. Look my hands are tied." "You're right Martin, someone has been lying to me and I think I'm looking at him." "I am a prisoner here Melissa, help me." "I doubt if that's true. From what I here the laws here allow for arranged marriages, so you're not really a prisoner are you darling?" she said kissing him on the cheek. "Good bye Martin." "Melissa!" he yelled to her. Leanne came back a short time later. Martin was in pain from the crushing affects of the corset he was forced to wear. Leanne came back in and positioned him under a small pulley in the upper beam, and Martin knew what this was for now and gave no resistance as he wanted this corset off as soon as possible. "That was a wonderful ceremony Mrs.Vargos," Leanne said as she began to loosen the laces on the neck corset that held his head rigidly still and his chin elevated. "Don't call me that," he hissed and glared ahead with teary eyes. He was not buying any of this and he was not going to let her humiliate him anymore. "What's that ......Mrs. Vargos? What should I call you then. That is who you are," she said in a surprised way as she continued to loosen the laces. "Call me Martin! That's my name!" he spat out. "Oh, Mrs. Vargos. I can't call you that. It would be disrespectful. Besides you are now legally Mrs.Vargos, and that is how I must address you." She opened the neck corset and removed it from around his neck. "Disrespectful!!!! Disrespectful!!!!! You think dressing me like a woman and forcing me to stand in front of all those people is not disrespectful? I'm a man. I'm not a woman damn it. Stop trying make me one," he was ranting, his eye makeup in need of repair. "Mrs. Vargos, of course you're a man. Nobody is saying you're not. It wouldn't be a same sex marriage if you weren't a man, would it now," she smiled. "You enjoy tormenting me, don't you. You like seeing me like this." Martin was venting his frustrations openly. "Mrs. Vargos....Please! I do enjoy my work. And my job is to tend to your beauty and fashion needs, for which I'm compensated very well. I don't feel I'm tormenting you at all. I'm helping you, and yes, I do like seeing you like this, as that is what I do, and I do it well," she said asking for his hands so she could remove his fingerless gloves, and tie his hands to the bar. "Men don't have beauty needs. This is crazy." "You do." Martin allowed her to tie his hands and pull the rope through the wench raising his hands over his head. She carefully unzipped Martins dress and let it slip to the floor. "Would you do something like this to your son?" he aked gasped. "Make him dress like a woman and then force him to marry a man?" he asked without looking at her. "No I wouldn't, but I don't have a son Mrs. Vargos," was all she said as she readied him. "But you think it's alright to do something like this to me? Force me to dress like a woman and publicly humiliate me." "Yes, of course I do, but you shouldn't feel humiliated," she said hooking him up. "A double standard. You're a hypocrite," Martin spit out. "Not at all. If I had a son, I would never negotiate my son into an arranged marriage. Especially with another man. I would let him pick his own future and bride. Your family however saw fit for you to be placed in such a marriage, and here you are. It's not the practice of arranged marriage itself Martin that has you here, it's whether your family chose to participate in it and you were not strong enough to resist." "I didn't choose to participate in this." "But your family did. Your family chose this life for you. Now please lower your head Mrs. Vargos so I can lift you now, and we can get this corset off you." Martin lowered his head and the strain became tighter on his arms. He felt his arms being pulled tighter till the weight on his high heels became all he could do to stand on tiptoes and then............his feet gently hung just off the floor. Leanne removed his high heels. His red toes spread and strained to reach the floor for a moment. He swung slightly for just a moment till Leanne steadied him. Leanne took the tension bar used to put him in the corset and torqued it to enable her to undo the first strap. Martin felt little relief initially but as she loosened the laces the crushing pain began to subside. "You know Mrs. Vargos, you are headed to the estate right now, but normally you would have to wear the corset for the duration of parties and ceremonies." "I can't. It crushes me." "But you will get used to it. I know a tight corset and tight high heels can make for a very long evening, but you will have to adapt." After she had Martin out of the corset he was let back down to his feet Leanne stopped just short of letting his hands down. She stood in front of Martin and spoke very directly as he hung suspended. "Mrs. Vargos. I will be attending to your needs this evening and in the morning. I hope we have a let's say, a mutual understanding, from here on out." She now walked in front to face him. "Even though you and the Baron are now my employer, I have specific instructions from the Baron that override anything you might say that is contrary to his instructions. At least those things in conflict with his directions. So, please understand I WILL do what I'm suppose to do. You are to be beautiful and ladylike in public and in private. And you will have it done." She paused and smiled. "I can't." "Now. You are Mrs. Vargos I didn't do that and I can't change that fact. I will call you that as it is appropriate. If you want to be referred to in a masculine way, then fine. The domestic help will refer to you as sir as will most other people. But so you know, I have security to help secure you if you get out of line and you will be held accountable to a disciplinarian once a week." she stared at him causing him to shy away. "Get out of line? What are you going to do? Make me dress like a little girl?" he said mocking her now. "I just might, Mrs.Vargos, I just might. Tabatha has a wood paddle with your name on it, and as your disciplinarian she will beat your bare ass with the paddle making the idea of acting ladylike seem rather appealing." "I wont do it." "I promise you will scream like a girl, and you will cooperate." "It's not right to spank me for not wanting to dress like a woman and not wanting to be fucked in the ass by some strange man I don't even know," he said staring her down. "You can't do that to me." "Yes I can. I have a free reign to do what it takes to create a feminine socialite image for you, and I will be advising your husband on your progress. Tabatha will spank you for not cooperating with my instructions based on feedback from myself and those assisting me. She can and will do that. You have a regular appointment with her. She will visit the manor every Friday after dark." "You're not doing that to me," he said looking straight ahead trying to understand it all. "Other tough guys have said the same thing Mrs. Vargos.You'll learn fast that cooperating with me and accepting the woman's role in this relationship is better than a visit from Tabatha. We will see. She does not share your grief." "Why are you telling me all this?" She walked behind him and raised the dress back up and zipped it. She used her hands to lift his padded bust and make sure the bullet bra points were still dominantly protruding horizontally against the front of his dress. "So, when can I go home?" he asked as she cleaned up his face a bit. "Home? You mean where you used to live. Never I would assume, but that's none of my business," she said putting mascara on his false eyelashes. "So I'm a prisoner here....what happens next?" he asked just before she reapplied his lipstick. "Well, I suppose you will leave with the Baron and go to the Estate. I am to meet you there later this afternoon. So, I'd say a couple of hours prep time and then the wedding night and the consummation of your marriage will begin." she smiled as she escorted him to the door. "I can't do that?" he looked at her nervously. "Well Mrs. Vargos, I don't think you any have a choice in the matter, and it's none of my business, but when I got married the first night was very exciting and I was very nervous." She grinned trying to stay coy and get him back to the party. "I'm not having sex with that man. Oh no. I'm a straight man," Martin pulled away. "Well sir, yes you are. You are his wife now," she talked logically. "Security," she said as he backed up. "Forget it. Let me out of here." She stopped him. "I'm not going to allow myself to be fucked by some guy as part of some sick dress up game." "Mrs. Vargos!!! Settle down. He's not just some guy. He is your husband and he has every right to spread your butt cheeks and penetrate you tonight." She looked at him in a sympathetic way. The man with security entered and handcuffed Martin's wrist behind his back. "Listen. I know you're nervous, and you've probably have never done this before." "What!" he interrupted. "I'm a straight man Leanne. I don't want to be here. Nervous has nothing to do with it. I've never done this before, and we're not going to start today. I'm not doing this do you hear me?" he spat back. "You are now his wife. Accept it," she snapped back. "You said you weren't going to have your body shaved, your nails painted, your hair rolled, wear that dress or those high heels. No way were you getting married to the Baron, and you are now Mrs. Vargos. All those things did happen." She stared at him. "It's just the next step in the process to becoming a wife." "No, I can't be a wife damn it," he said backing away from them. "Mrs. Vargos I would prepare for the evening, at least mentally if I were you, as if it will happen." She leaned over to his ear and whispered as they got to the door. "I'll give you some good newlywed advise for a virgin bride. Relax and go with things. A pretty smile and a little cooperation, and your husband will guide you through the rest with no problems." she grinned a sinister grin, and pushed him on out the door to the handlers who were waiting. "I'm not doing it, you sick bitch," he hissed as the handlers took him by his arms. "I can see you need to be unwound just a bit. See you in a little while," she waved. Martin struggled to keep up with the two men escorting him down the hallway. He was having to take two steps to every one of theirs because of the 5" heels and wedding dress he wore didn't make things any easier. "Where are you taking me?" Martin asked as he hustled along. But they didn't reply. Their grips on the backs of his arms were tight and intimidating. As he strutted down the hall to the door, his heels clicking loudly, he saw a limo waiting with the doors open. He was led through the door and stood next to the limo, where his hands were lifted by one of the escorts and the other wrapped a black patent leather belt around his waist and buckled it behind his back. Then his hands were lowered one at a time and fastened to cuffs at his side that were attached to the belt. Martin stared straight ahead. Ignoring the men as they trussed him up. He felt the back of his dress being unzipped and the wedding dress top being flipped down in front to just below his chest exposing his large padded bra cups. The bra was unfastened and removed leaving him bare chested. His breast and nipples exposed, though he had a masculine chest, he was shaved, looked very soft and felt very vulnerable. They helped him into the back of the car, careful to not injure his hairdo or the dress. Martin sat in the middle of the back seat while he was strapped into a seat belt. He noticed another young man, dressed like the others sitting in the seat across facing him in the limo. He had a slight grin. "What are you looking at asshole?" Martin snapped at him as his ankles were secured together. Martin wiggled his red toes a bit in the 5" peep toe pumps to get comfortable. The man gave him another smile He looked around to see what was taking so long. Nobody seemed to be around and he was just setting here. He looked down at the bonds holding his hands at his sides. He looked at the diamond ring he now wore, fanning his fingers for a better look. His red fingernails and slender fingers made for a rather "natural setting" for his ring. He looked at the man again who was still staring without emotion. "What's the matter. Never seen a man forced to dress like a woman and get married to another man before?" he looked away again in disgust. His bare chest making him very self conscious now. "Where are we going?" he asked, but again the man did not acknowledge him. He heard a commotion and the Baron came out the side door, having just left all the well wishers inside. He came straight to the car and got in next to Martin. The door was closed with Martin and the Baron alone the security had moved to the front seat. "Sorry to keep you waiting darling, but I had to do the rounds just once." He smiled and kissed Martin on the cheek. Martin pulled away and his hands instinctively pulled at his bonds. The Baron signaled for the car to go ahead and he slid his arm around Martins shoulders. Martin pulled back and looked at him. "What's this all about?" Martin tried to look as if he deserved an answer. The Baron took Martin's nipple between his thumb and finger and rolled it back and forth. "Well my sweet, we are headed home." He kissed Martin on the neck. Martin twisted but couldn't avoid his advances. "Stop that!" he raised his voice. The Baron continued rolling Martin's nipple. "You can stop that too." Martin looked at him with his face as far away as he could get. The Baron just smiled and ran his fingers up into the back of Martin's hair. He gripped a handful of his hair and pulled Martin's chin to his chest, and Martin leaned forward. "OOOWWW!!!!" Martin's exposed neck was soon being kissed very passionately and all Martin could do was sit there and hope his hair wouldn't be pulled out.The Baron began to suck on the side of Martin's neck and Martin realized he was giving him a hickey. A very noticeable one at that. "Stop it," Martin hissed still feeling the strain of the pulling in his hair, but the Baron continued. The Baron gave his new bride a hickey any high schoolgirl would be proud to display to her friends. As the Baron released his hickey kiss he gave little sweet kisses on Martin's face. The Baron pulled Martin's hair straight back from the top and Martin winced, "OOOWWW!!! Damn it, that hurts," Martin yelled as the Baron began to suck Martins left nipple and squeezed the right one cupping it in his hand as he pulled his hair. The nipple sucking caused Martin to try an fight back. He twisted and pulled at his bonds. Trying to kick his feet and use his hands to no avail. The Baron continued sucking Martin's nipples as if they belonged to him and not Martin. "STOP.......... YOU'RE HURTING ME," Martin screamed out in frustration. "Let go of my hair damn it you moron," he hissed. The Baron took his time with Martin. Then he squeezed Martin's cheeks and kissed Martin's red lips very deeply letting his tongue slide into Martin's mouth. Martin flounced around against his bonds, but didn't really move. Martin was trying desperately to stop things. "UMMMPFFFFFF," was the constant sound he made while being kissed as he took deep breaths. The Baron continued his passionate barrage as Martin was totally helpless to stop him. After a while Martin's hair was released, and the Baron sat next to Martin staring at him. "Stop being so rough. Why are you doing this to me?" Martin was teary. "You are my wife. I love you. You are my desire," the Baron gave a dreamy look. "You don't even know me. I'm a man for Christ sake. Let me go," Martin almost broke into tears. "You looked beautiful today at the ceremony. The women were all jealous of you," the Baron smiled. "You're my bride." "WOMEN? I'm not a bride. Just listen to me for a minute." He shook his head away from the Baron. "I don't understand why I'm here. I'm sure you are a nice man and you would make a woman or man very happy, but.........I don't want to be that man. I don't love you. I'm not attracted to men. I don't want to be married to you or any other male. I find you kissing on me disgusting," he looked to the security. The Baron was giving his full attention to Martin. "Look at me guy. You have me restrained just so you can have your way with me. That's not love.......that's forcing yourself on me." He was finally getting people to listen as they pulled in the driveway. "I've been married twice to women. I like women. They're the greatest. Not men. I don't wear dresses, and I don't dress like a woman. You're forcing me to do all this, and it needs to stop. Can't you see where I'm coming from?" he asked the Baron as they pulled up to the estate. The Baron unfastened Martin's seat belt, and the door was opened and his feet were released. Martin swung his feet around and stood up outside the car. His bra was put back on him and his dress was pulled back up to its normal position. "I'm sorry Baron, this lifestyle is just not for me." Martin had gotten his message across finally. "I understand my love," he said taking Martin's hand. "You are very nervous. You've never known a man like me before, and this is your first time." He held Martin's shoulders as he spoke. "You are my most precious desire. I will have diamond rings put on all your toes. Women everywhere will envy you. You will be the prettiest of the pretty. They will all respect you, I will see to it." The Baron picked Martin up to carry him over the threshold and into the house. Martin's wrist still restrained at his hips. He kicked his legs and pushed against the Baron's strong grip. "Put me down you bastard." Martin screamed now. "STOP IT!!" Martin was crying tears of frustration and anger. Throwing his head about as he yelled. "I HATE YOU.....I HATE YOU! he screamed as he was carried into the house. The Baron smiled as he set Martin down inside the house. "My sweet. You don't hate me and you will feel different after I've made love to you." Martin turned and stormed off into a house he had never been in before not knowing where he was headed. His high heels clicking across the floor fading into another room.