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Chapter 67. Wedding dinner and festivities
As we're driving to the restaurant, Billy gets pensive and says, "So now we're married. You're My husband and I'm your Husband, so maybe when we get to the restaurant I should treat you special loving care like a groom cares for His bride, and make a fuss over you and talk to everyone about how much you mean to me, and . . .
I cut Him off . . . "Please, stop, MASTER. RED. RED. RED. safeword."
"You don't want to be My cherished husband at your wedding dinner."
"No, Sir."
"Please explain."
"Okay, Sir. You tell me: What is the most important part of my identity and has getting married done anything to change it?
Billy doesn't even pretend to have to give it a lot of thought. "Baby, you are My slave. My totally owned slave. And your Master loves His slave because that is the only way your Master can love another man: as His slave. And that is the most important thing to Me as well, and this marriage does nothing to change that except give us an excuse to go to events together and to be together in polite company---and oh yes, I do have wedding rings for us to wear. Simple platinum. They'll be in the tray with the car keys for when we need to be in regular public. But let me reiterated what I just said: I am your Master; you are My slave. And that is the most important thing for the both of us. Everything else is formality and a way to protect you."
"And I thank You for that, Master, but please don't make a fuss over me tonight. Just let me be what I need to be the most, especially after what the last hour and a half was like. Just let me be Your slave, Master. Please? All our friends get it. They all know that this marriage is a social convenience that has nothing to do with our true identities. And You told me we are going to be in a private dining room so there's no fear of scandalizing anyone."
Master chuckles. "What?" I ask.
"I planned this meal perfectly. The room will be set beautifully. The food is being offered in a special sumptuous buffet. The table is set for 7 and everything will be ready for us as soon as we get there. Wine and beer are available along with some very special desserts but no wedding cake."
"Wait. Master, there are 8 of us."
"Not really. The way I see it, there are seven free men sitting at the table and one naked slave kneeling on cushion by me seat so that I can feed it from my fingers. And this will give the correct impression to each of them, despite what happened earlier this evening. And, I might add, after the dinner is complete and before coffee and desert, I am going to fuck my slave in full view of all out guests, and then My slave will service the two Doms who are present with us: Robert and Mitchell. Then we will enjoy desert after the consequences of you being My slave have been seen and witnessed by everybody."
I gasp at Him and stick my tongue out at Him. "You have this whole thing planned exactly how You figured I would end up wanting it this way. You kind of tricked me."
"yes, and you fell gladly into My trap, my love. And now you know for sure that you are going to have very good time at this dinner, where before you probably just thought it was going to be some tedious social thing we had to go through."
"thank You, Master, for sparing me that. Thank you for setting it up the way I'd love it the best."
"That is part of My wedding present to you."
"Present? I didn't know we were doing presents."
"We aren't. I am giving you a couple of presents to show you that I love you for being My slave. This dinner set-up is one of them, and there is also something waiting for you at home which will surprise you and I know you'll be grateful to Me for getting it for you. Now, no more talk from you. Silence. We'll go into the room that has been set up for us, and when I tell you, strip completely and stand with your eyes lowered and your hands behind your back until I instruct you otherwise."
And so we're here.
Art welcomes us warmly and congratulates us on our marriage, and I thank Him and indicate that you are not allowed to speak at the moment. We enter the room and are awestruck with how beautifully it has been set up and the wonderful smell of all the food. Our friends are all standing and waiting for us. They applaud us and Master thanks them all and invites them to be seated. Champagne is poured and waiting at each place. The guests look a bit puzzled because it seems we are short one seat but Master tells them not to be concerned because He has an announcement to make after the toast. Robert offers a beautiful toast saying how happy He is for one of His best friends who has found the person He wishes to spend His life with and wishes us both happiness and satisfaction and especially congratulates me (!!!) for being such a good boy and for successfully completing a grueling training period. With that, they all raise their glasses in the air and then take a sip of the champagne. Without any shyness, Master takes a sip of the champagne and then indicates that I should open my mouth and He puts His lips to mine and allows me to suck the champagne from His mouth and then repeats it a second time. Again He reminds me, "eyes down, hands behind back, silence."
Master clears His throat which gives everyone a signal that He wishes to speak. "I thank you all for being here today and for being a part of our special celebration tonight. You are all important to us and we trust that our friendships will continue to blossom and grow throughout the year. I need to say a few words to you all about what this marriage means to us and what it does not mean to us. Although my boy and I have come to realize that we've shared a deep abiding love since we were boys in school and are not fortunate to be able to live that love in our own unique way, this marriage does not have any romantic or emotional meaning for either of us. It is strictly a legal option which we have been able to exercise thanks to the Supreme Court's decision about gay marriage. I decided that we would go ahead and get married, not as a way to seal our love for each other, because there are a great many ways we continually seal that love, but rather as a legal and financial contract which guarantees to me that should anything ever happen to me in the future, that My boy is protected and available to assume My assets and be free then to make any necessary decisions about the way he would move forward. Obviously, we don't feel there is any danger of something happening, but one never knows for sure, and our culture being the way it is, I decided that we would take this step as a necessary safeguard. However, and this is what is most important to both of us, we ask that you not place much emphasis on the fact that we are not married, or that we are now husbands. People outside our little world will certainly assume that fact, but those who are closest to us—all of you, particularly—understand that we would prefer the word "husband" not be used in our company. The most important aspect of our relationship, as you already know, is that this boy is My slave and I am its Master. This is the core of our relationship. This is how we both deeply understand ourselves. And so, rather than have you confused by, for example, having us sit next to one another at this table, I have decided that what you see when you look at us for the rest of the evening, and for most of the time we are all together." He turns to me.
"Slave, strip. Go and lie across that furniture covered in black leather. Lock your hands behind your head. Spread your legs. Your Master is going to claim your body in front of all our friends so that they understand what you are and Who I am, and that I claim you as My own property to be used at My discretion for any purpose I intend for you."
That is it. My hands actually tremble as I strip off my clothing and lay it all on the chair Master provides, and, once naked, with my eyes lowered, make my way over to the black hassock and lie down across it with my ass raised and my legs spread. There is a murmur heard in the room because as soon as I turned my back on everyone, the welts and marks from yesterday's whipping show even more about what our relationship is about, and emphasizes my role as Master's slave and whipping boy when He wishes. I hear Master open His pants. Robert comes over to me and lubes up my hole and my channel so they will be prepared for Master's cock. He comes over to me and positions Himself so that He can take my ass—His slave's ass—with one swift and brutal invasion. I gasp. "You are my cunt, slave. Open it up for Me." And He proceeds to fuck me hard and fast and covers my mouth so stifle any further outcries on my part, and eventually He shouts out one word: "Mine!" and spills Himself into me and lays on top of me until at last His cock softens and He withdraws. Robert is there with a towel. Master wipes my backside and hole and then Himself, pulls up His pants and adjusts Himself, and quietly orders me to crawl across the room on hands and knees and take up my position at the side of His chair. The room is completely silent until I hear Mitchell shout out, "What an awesome Master willing to claim His slave with all of us present." That starts everyone clapping and smiling and I hang my head low as I make my way across the room and take my place on the cushion provided at His seat.
"My friends, please do not hesitate to begin enjoying this wonderful meal Romano's has prepared for us," Master says, and the group gets up to fill their plates. He puts His hand under my chin and lifts my head so I can look into His eyes, and He gives me a smile which makes me want to cry. "I will get our food and you will eat from My fingers as you have been trained, slave. I am also going to get you a bowl of your favorite pasta and you will eat it from the bowl the way you usually eat your breakfast. Try not to make too much of a mess."
"Yes, Master," I answer, still so close to tears from the feelings that are making their way through my system. I feel the pain from the way He fucked me, but that is nothing compared to the weight of the humiliation that is pressing me down and arousing my inner slave to send jolts of electricity through my system. This is so good. This is so right. This is what I truly need. This is what I celebrate each and every day since Billy reached out to begin my new life.
Billy brings a plate heaped high with food and a smaller bowl of pasta back to the table. Immediately He places a piece of meat to my lips and I grab it with my teeth and suck the sauce off His fingers. Oh, so delicious! The world shrinks for me now: there is nothing but my and Master here and I take the nourishment He offers me as willingly as I take the lashes he lays across my body when He wishes. I am happy to know that He spends most of the time feeding Himself and cutting the meat into smaller pieces for His to put into my mouth and I eagerly accept what He offers me. so, so good! Conversations are taking place around the table. I hear Barry asking questions of Phil and Phil trying to explain things to him, because he is a bit confused and shocked by the way things have turned out at this dinner. Mitchell speak to Master and tells Him that Art has given him from Tuesday-Thursday as paid vacation time and He is looking forward to visiting us. Master tells Him that before desert He is going to give me to Him so He can take me into a private room and have His way with me, and He knows I will do everything I can to please Him. Mitchell is delighted, to say the least. (And, I must confess, so am I!)
The meal goes on. Lots of nice conversation and joking and Phil tells Master that he is so happy to see his friend deeply settled into what he has been looking for all of his life. Barry, meanwhile, is trying to get to know Mitchell a bit better and I hear him explaining to Mitchell that he is a beginner in bdsm, and Mitchell reassuring him that at the right time, men will come forward who will be able to provide him the training he seeks. They exchange phone numbers, and I chuckle inwardly to myself. All of a sudden Master orders me to look up and put out my hand and He puts the bowl of pasta into my hands. "Have at it, slaveboy!" He orders, and I bury my face in the bowl and slurp up what I can. Mitchell notices this and says to me, "I made sure the chefs cut the linguine into small pieces because I knew you'd end up having to slurp it up like a hungry puppy, boy. You look adorable, eating like that. if I had my way, however, I would have put your bowl on the floor and make you eat it like a real puppy."
"Well, let's do it," says Master. He takes the bowl out of my hands and sets it on the floor. "Get down there, pup, and finish your supper." Blushing, I do as he says, and the food seems even more delicious now that it is mixed with further embarrassment. Mitchell walks over to watch me eat and chuckles to himself as He leans forward and drops a load of spit into my bowl. "That will hold you, slave, until you get to drink my spunk after dinner." He places a foot on my head and pushes my face down deeper into the bowl. "Eat it up, pup!" He laughs. I keep eating as best I could until finally Master orders me to kneel up. He takes a napkin and wipes my face, then reaches into His bag of tricks and pulls out my collar and wraps it around my neck, attaching a leash to it. He hands one end of the leash to Mitchell, who pulls me along, making me crawl rapidly behind Him as He leads me into one of the private rooms to the side.
He enters the room and drags me behind Him and shuts the door, then leans down and smacks my face several times until I groan and answer "thank You, Master."
"Don't want to take you away from your guests for too long, so here's what you'll do, slave" He opens His pants and pulls them down along with His underwear. "Start on My right leg and lick your way up to My balls, then roll them around in your mouth until I tell you to stop. Then take my cock in your mouth and make it feel real good, slaveboy. . . . that's it. . . . Let Me feel how much you adore the feel of My cock in your mouth. . . . oh man, what a great cocksucker you're turning out to be. that's it, slave. Fuck your mouth with My dick ... come on, boy, quicker. fast fast. He keeps slapping my face while I do my best to suck Him the way He wants. it doesn't take long before he groans loudly and shoots a hell of a lot of cum in my mouth. "didn't cum for three days saving it all up for you, dude, and I'm not gonna cum again until you suck it out of Me on Tuesday. Swallow it down, pig. Lick it clean. Damn you make me hot, boy. I'm hoping your Master lets Me practice whipping you this week. I want to make you cry the way you cry for your Master." He pulls up His pants and sticks the end of the leash in my mouth and walks out of the room, triumphantly.
Master comes in and takes the leash. He pats me on the head and I get the message. (Good boy!) and He leads me back to His seat where I kneel next to Him. Then He has me stand and go around the table pouring coffee for everyone, and He has an extra cup next to Himself for me as well.
We drink our coffee and they all enjoy the rich desserts that Art had prepared for them. Finally, everyone says good bye to Master but not to me. They all leave except for Mitchell.
Master says to Mitchell, "I'll have a car sent to pick you up at 9 am Tuesday morning at the address you gave me. I look forward to your visit and to have a chance to teach You a few more things about how to handle a slave."
"I'm looking forward to it," He says. I've met a guy from my school who wants to serve Me. I want to introduce him to the finer aspects of submission and need some advice about how to proceed gently and carefully."
"I'm glad you're thinking that way, son," says Master, "because You cannot be the least bit abusive at the beginning or You'll lose the boy before he gets started too much. But we'll talk more about that next week when you're ready to come over." They hug each other and Mitchell leaves, again without saying goodbye or acknowledging me as anything other than a toy of Masters for Him to play with."
Master orders me to get dressed again, then removes my collar so we can walk through the restaurant without kicking up a fuss. He stops to chat with Art for a while and then He leads me back to the car and, as He drives home, I lean back and fall asleep. It's been a tiring yet stimulating day and I'm grateful to Master for arranging things so that all our friends have a strong picture of what it is that I am in this relationship and how, in the eyes of the bdsm world, our marriage doesn't carry much significance. Before I doze off in the car, Master tells me that He will not be saying anything about our marriage to the group we meet tomorrow night at Spike's gathering. He also tells me that Spike will be calling in the morning to let us know what the agenda is for the opening of the meeting when He is presented as the newest Master and the other Masters get a chance to view His slave and get a feel for its mouth before the rest of the party gets underway. This sounds quite intriguing, and I am sure that I'm in for some more "special treatment" tomorrow night.
We finally get home and Master leans over to me in the car and caresses my head and kisses me on the forehead. "Wake up, sweetheart, it's time for your Master and Husband to take you to the marriage bed." He sounds so sweet to me. I hope it lasts for a while because I really feel like I need it at this point.
We enter the house and, as usuall, I strip off my clothing. Master takes me by the hand and brings me into the bedroom and lies me on the bed. Then He takes His keys and takes off my cage, strips Himself and gets into bed with me and holds me in His arms.
"I am very pleased with you, my love, and grateful to you because you have made Me so proud and given Me so much honor. And as a reward for being such a good boy, tonight I am going to make sweet love to you. He kisses me and I lose myself in His kiss and I drink from Him the way I love to. He keeps kissing and caressing me and touching me everywhere and my entire body begins to tingle with the gentle affection He is showing me. then He reaches down and takes my cock in His hand and strokes it until it is hard. Then He really shocks me: He leans down and takes my cock in His mouth and makes sweet love to it, so sweet that all I can do is weep with joy and savor the good feelings that He sends pulsing through my body. I have never been so turned on in all my life, and I begin to realize that all these days when I am denied any pleasure to my cock is worth all the wait because what I am experiencing now is making me feel as if I've died and gone to heaven. Before long, I succumb to His ministrations and with a loud groan and a cry of "I love You!" I spill my monstrous load into His mouth and He takes it all and holds it in His mouth and then moves up the bed and kisses me again, forcing my own seed into my mouth so that we can drink it together. Then He tells me to roll over. He lubes Himself up and slips into my ass again, and this time He doesn't fuck me, but rather makes slow and gentle love to me as He claims my body with His hard cock for the second time today, but this time it is an act of utterly beautiful love, not an act of domination.
When at last He has completed this act of love, He reminds me that it is very special for Him to be able to take me that way right after I've had one of my rare orgasms, that there is a special tightness to me inside, and that He is well aware of how few subs are able to surrender to being taken this way so shortly after cumming themselves. "Why would your slave not surrender, Master? You own it, and it loves You. You have all rights to your slave's body at any time and any manner, and this slave is powerless to do anything to resist You. And tonight, especially, your slave thanks You so much that You have brought this special day to a beautiful end."
"Not quite over yet, sweetheart," Master replies. Roll over so I can lock up your dick again." And He does it, and this new cage feels so tight, so very tight. "And now go into the bathroom and take care of your needs, my love and then come crawling back."
I do what I need to do, expelling both urine and the results of what He has deposited in my back channel, and then, as He has instructed me, I crawl back to Him to find Him standing on the side of the bed. "Kneel up, alex. I need to take a piss." And I do, eagerly and willingly, surprising myself at how quickly and totally I surrender to something that I thought was disgusting on my former life. I open my mouth and wait for Him to place His cock in my mouth, and then take what He shoots into me, swallowing again and again, thinking of nothing other than the fact that this brings Him so much pleasure because He understands how thoroughly He has conquered me for this act of submission to now be freely given by this slave who knows its place and who now submits to the reality that Master will use it as a urinal whenever He likes. Finally, I have swallowed all He has to give me. He sends me inside again to brush my teeth and use mouthwash, and, without being given any specific instructions, I choose myself to crawl back into the bedroom and grovel at the side of the bed until He bids me rise and settle into His arms. And as soon as I feel His arms around me, I lose myself in the intense love that only a slave can feel towards the Master it loves so deeply. And I fall into a peaceful sleep. and dream of our earliest days in school and imagining that I look across the classroom and see Him smiling at me with a mischievous grin in His eyes, as if He knew even back then that one day I would be the one to receive Him into my heart and call Him, Master, and find more happiness than I ever imagined possible.