MMH Ch 3

        "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.