Tim and Lukas stood before the wedding altar, their tumultuous past forgotten in the face of this decisive moment. After years of breakups and reconciliations, they had finally made up their minds to tie the knot and put an end to their endless indecision.
Tim, the taller of the two, possessed an athletic yet lean frame, his skin a dark olive complexion that hinted at Mediterranean ancestry. His thick, raven hair was always neatly combed back, and wire-rimmed glasses accentuated his friendly, approachable face.
Tim's handsome visage and charming demeanor made him a magnet for flirtatious glances and advances from both men and women, wherever he went. His striking appearance, paired with an endearing smile that could light up any room, made him irresistibly attractive to many.
Tim, obviously gay and confident in his sexuality, often struggled to turn down advances from attractive men. His striking features and versatility in bed drew both older, experienced suitors and younger admirers. He had a reputation for not being one to deny himself pleasure, whether it meant giving or receiving.
Lukas, physically pleasant but not striking, fit the classic 'boy next door' mold. His fair skin, brown hair, and moderately attractive features made him appealing enough for casual encounters. In bed, he was competent but not exceptional, sometimes making odd noises - like his teeth scraping - while performing oral.
Before meeting Tim, Lukas was accustomed to casual hookups, often seeking out tall, muscular men to satisfy his desires. However, his own limitations became apparent - at just 5'6", he struggled to take prolonged anal stimulation, frequently resorting to excuses about his stamina.
His past partners had consistently ghosted him, leaving Lukas with the knowledge that his quick, teeth-marked blowjobs and early ejaculations didn't satisfy his taller, more experienced lovers for long. This left him feeling used and unsatisfied, stuck in a cycle of fleeting encounters and empty beds.
Despite their contrasting sexual dynamics - one a skilled pleasure-giver, the other often guilty of quick releases - Tim and Lukas found themselves inexplicably drawn to each other. Their connection went beyond physical compatibility, transcending the typical charming cunt meets dick in distress dynamic.
As their relationship progressed, Lukas began to notice unusual signs. His curiosity led him to snoop through Tim's phone, where he discovered a treasure trove of evidence - text messages, videos, and photos that painted a clear picture of Tim's infidelity.
Over time, Lukas's detective instincts honed as he uncovered Tim's betrayals. Each new piece of evidence - from suggestive texts to incriminating videos - seemed easier to find, as if Tim either didn't care enough to hide them properly, or simply didn't think Lukas would check. Yet, somehow, they made it down the aisle. The wedding was grand, filled with friends, colleagues, and their families.
Despite the skeletons rattling in Tim's closet - whispers among guests of past indiscretions, sightings of former lovers - the ceremony continued, the chapel echoing with the classic wedding march. A spectacle both romantic and ironic, given the man standing at the altar with tears in his eyes.
"Lukas," the officiant prompted, "your vows." He took a deep breath, looking into Tim's eyes. 'Timothy,' he began softly, 'You stole my first kiss. My first love. My first heartbreak. Today, I give you my vow.
"Timothy," Lukas started, his voice steady but trembling with emotion, "Five years ago, you kiss-stole my heart. You broke it too - hell, more times than I can count. But tonight... tonight I'm choosing to ignore every 'For Sale' sign my pride put up."
"'Timothy,' Lukas choked back tears, 'you've wrecked me a hundred times, piece by piece. But somehow, here I am - standing before God and everyone, saying these words with my whole heart. I choose you again. Not because I'm weak, but because loving you is worth my strength."
"Tim's eyes welled up as he took Lukas's hand, his voice shaking with emotion. 'Lukas...' he started, his gaze drifting to the back of the chapel where his ex-boyfriend, now his current owner, sat with a sly smile."
"You're the one,' Tim continued, his words muffled as the vibrator slowly hummed to life within him, a reminder of his ex's claim. 'The one I love, the one I marry, the one I always come back to, no matter what."
Tim shifted uncomfortably, his feet tapping a nervous rhythm as the vibrator inside him pulsed insistently, timed perfectly to humiliate him during his vows. Sweat beaded on his brow as he fought to maintain composure, his words coming out in breathless bursts. "'Lukas, I vow..."
"I vow to love you,' Tim panted, his voice cracking as the vibrator intensified, 'To cherish you, to obey you...' He swallowed hard, his body trembling as the device threatened to drive him to his knees mid-ceremony."
"'...To honor you, through sickness and health, through...' Tim's breath hitched as a particularly strong pulse sent shivers down his spine. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, his eyes locked onto Lukas's, filled with a desperate mix of love and unspoken need. "'Through...
"'...through all eternity," Tim finished, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to maintain his dignity. His body quivered with the effort of not reacting openly to the vibrator's relentless stimulation, his mind clouded with the overwhelming need to be relieved.
"Tim beamed at Lukas, his cheeks flushed and sweaty. 'I promise...' He paused, a low moan escaping his throat, 'Oh god...'He bit his lip hard, his hips giving an involuntary jerk. 'I promise to... Mmph... Always be yours... Ahh..."
Tim, having foregone underwear for the day, felt his thick member swell and press against the flimsy fabric of his pants. The seam did little to hide his growing erection as he stood before Lukas, the whispers and giggles of the guests growing louder with each passing second.
"To love and to cherish," Tim gasped, his thighs trembling as the vibrator's intensity increased, thrusting and gyrating inside him. He could feel his pants growing damp as he struggled to stand still, Lukas's confused expression only adding to his humiliation.
"Through all the days of my life,' Tim managed, his voice shaking as he fought to maintain his composure. 'With my heart, my soul, my body...' He paused, his eyes rolling back as the vibrator hit a particularly sensitive spot, causing him to stumble forward slightly. "'And my... ah...
"And my... oh fuck...'" Tim whispered, caught between pleasure and panic as Lukas reached out to steady him, finally noticing the damp patch growing darker on Tim's trousers. The wedding audience collectively held their breath. "'My everything...'" Tim finished, a bead of sweat trickling down his temples.
Lukas leaned in close, his brow furrowed with concern and a flicker of jealousy as he whispered urgently, "'Is everything alright? You seem... distracted.'" His gaze drifted deliberately to the growing damp spot, his voice dropping to a hiss. "'And why the hell are you moaning through our vows?'"
"'From this day forward...'" Tim began, his voice breaking as the vibrator's relentless gyrations pushed him to the brink of distraction. "'Til dick tear us part... Oh fuck! I mean, till death do us part!"
"'Are you quite alright, son?'" the priest asked with raised eyebrows, noticing Tim's unusual state. "'Your... concentration seems elsewhere.' Meanwhile, Tim could only manage a strangled, "Oh fuck...yes..." under his breath, earning a few scandalized gasps from the churchgoers."
Lukas's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment as Tim's voice echoed through the silent church. He quickly turned to the priest, stammering, "'He's... he's just a bit nervous, Father. Too much... wedding jitters, you know?'"
Tim's fathers chuckled mirthlessly from the front row, elbowing each other as they watched their son squirm like he was being possessed. "'He always was a dramatic one,'" one of them whispered to the other, earning a snort of laughter.
Some of the guests looked on in disgust, their faces contorted in horror as they tried to process the sight of Tim's obvious erection on the wedding altar. Others, however, seemed to find it hilarious, giggling and whispering to each other, some even pulling out their phones to record the obscene display.
Meanwhile, hidden among the crowd, Tim's ex grinned wickedly as he fiddled with the vibrator's control, cranking it up to its most chaotic setting. He watched with glee as Tim bucked and writhed on the altar, completely at the mercy of the toy's wild vibrations.
As the priest droned on with his final words, sealing the marriage, both he and Lukas glanced at Tim with growing confusion. The groom's legs twitched, his ass clenched rhythmically, and his waist jerked back and forth in a lewd dance.
Tim's face was flushed, sweat beading on his brow, and he wore a fixed, ecstatic smile. The priest cleared his throat awkwardly, hurrying to finish the ceremony. "'I now pronounce you... husband and... oh dear.'"
Just as the priest declared, "You may now kiss the bride," Tim felt the unmistakable tickle against his G-spot. He threw his head back, letting out a loud, pornographic moan that echoed through the church like a gay porn star's catchphrase. "'Mmph! Oh god!"
Tim's body convulsed as he came hard, his warm cum shooting into his black suit trousers. A growing wet spot spread across the fabric, white and creamy, as the excess leaked and dripped down his leg. He moaned loudly, his face red and sweat-covered.
The church fell silent, except for Tim's heavy breathing and the wet, squelching sounds coming from his soiled trousers. Lukas looked down at the growing stain, his mind racing. The priest, mortified, stammered, "'Um... the rings, please..."
As Lukas fumbled with the rings, hands trembling, he couldn't help but glance at Tim's ruined trousers. The wet spot had grown to obscene proportions, now a prominent white smear down the leg of his suit. Lukas cleared his throat nervously and slid the ring onto Tim's shaky finger.
The priest, his face etched with embarrassment, tentatively offered, "'Son, would you perhaps like some tissue paper?'" His words hung awkwardly in the air as stifled giggles rippled through the audience. Lukas hastily nodded, grateful for the priest's attempt at salvaging the disastrous moment.
Tim, flustered and sweaty, took the proffered tissue with trembling hands and pressed it against his bulging, soiled trousers. The congregation tittered nervously, some even openly laughing now. The priest coughed, trying to regain control,
"'And now, the final blessing,'" the priest intoned, his voice strained. He spread his hands over the disheveled, sweaty groom. "'May God bless this... unique union. Amen.'" The congregation murmured 'Amen,' many of them fighting laughter.
As the ceremony concluded, the wedding party began, but Lukas remained quiet and withdrawn, his mind reeling from the shocking display. Tim, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to any shame or embarrassment, greeting guests with a cheerful smile and not batting an eyelid when directly questioned about his unusual behavior.