The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 05

The first night of "The Three Night of Consummation" has begun. Martin's situation heats up and moves quickly. If you are following this story leave a comment if possible so I can gage the flow of this tale. Thanks.

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Martin looked about the room as he stood there bound to the foot rails of the bed. He looked at his reflection, taking in his looks for the first time.

"What are they doing to me?" he thought looking at his image in the mirror.

He was dressed as if he was in "desire" of all this, he thought. The mirrors positioned all around were very obviously placed there so the Baron could watch himself as events got underway. Martin looked away as the thought of it all repulsed him. Why was this being done to him? Nobody deserves this. His frustration building again he shouted out into the quiet room.

"I didn't do anything to deserve this. Let me go." he yelled out to the empty room.

He looked at his image as he breathed harder. He was exhausted from the scuffles with security. A movement caught Martin's eye and he swung his head around to see the Baron standing there across the room. He was wearing a satin, cobalt blue robe and a smile. He walked across the room as Martin looked at him trying to size up the situation.

"You look beautiful tonight my love," the Baron said in his deep voice.

"Oh....Thank you so much. Is it the straps on my ankles or the ones on my wrist you find so appealing darling," Martin mocked him.

The Baron smiled. He looked Martin over without saying a word. Martin felt his eyes. It was like hands were touching him. As he walked over, Martin had to look over his shoulder to keep an eye on him. He felt the Baron's hand on his shoulder. Martin jerked his shoulder away from his hand.

"Don't touch me," Martin spat out.

"It's OK my little princess. You are with me now," he said as he reached around and undid the sash to Martin's robe pulling the robe open revealing the sexy little outfit Martin was wearing.

The Baron pressed up against Martin's back running one of his hands up under Martin's bra and locating one of his nipples gently rolling it in his fingers. The other hand groped Martin's torso feeling the garter belt and rubbing Martins stomach. He even touched Martin's crotch which made Martin jump.

"There now. Is that not nice my sweet?" the Baron hugged Martin tighter now pressing against him.

"No! That's not better. Get off me you pervert," Martin wiggled, pulling at his restraints.

"What's wrong Marcia? You are very tense tonight. I know you are nervous, I will ......." the Baron was interrupted.

"Tense!!! Is that all I am here to you is tense?" Martin had raised his voice.

"I'm beyond tense, you asshole. Your goons have dressed me up to look like some cum whore and chained me to a bed for your pleasure. Tense, is not the word. Who do you think I am Fay Rae, and you're King Kong. Let's get real here. AND LET ME GO!!."

He saw the Baron back up a bit in the mirrors. He then opened his robe which revealed he was naked underneath it. He walked around to the side of the bed so Martin was looking directly at him. The Baron did not have an erection, but he was well hung. His cock hung straight down and his balls even more so. He was not circumcised and Martin turned away at the sight.

"Look Baron," Martin said not looking at him.

"I have no desire for you or any man. You are a man," he said a little too simply.

"I like women. Girls...Females...Pussy. Get it? Not cock. I also don't wear women's clothes. I wear men's clothes like you do. I've been forced to dress like this. but you know that," Martin was lecturing in a mocking way again.

"I'm not GAY! I don't want anything to do with this. We are not husband and wife or husband and husband, or whatever you want to call it. I just want to go home. We can stop right here. I'll not say a word about any of this, let's just stop before things get out of hand," Martin had made his case and he turned to the Baron for his reaction.

The Baron was looking at Martin and had been slowly stroking his cock being stimulated by Martin's appearance and maybe even by his reluctance. It was partially erect now and Martin feared it's size. Not only the length, it was just too big. Martin looked at the Baron.

"Haven't you heard anything I've been saying?" he raised his voice again.

"Yes, I have my love. You are nervous. I understand. I will be as gentle as I can," he continued to stroke his cock into an erection. Martin said nothing and they both stood there waiting for the Baron's cock to become fully erect.

Martin hated everybody at this point. He couldn't grasp how his dad could have thought this would be funny, even in the early stages of things. He tried to look resolute on this, but Leanne had done such a job on Martin's face that all it kept saying was "fuck me....please." The Baron approached Martin now with a hard on standing huge, and alone. Martin panicked as the Baron once again got behind him. Martin felt his panties being pulled down, and he tried to turn sideways to stop him.

"NO! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" he glared at the Baron.

While his false eyelashes and painted eyelids, and glossy red lips screamed "do it, take me anyway.". Martin's eyes were wild as he felt the Baron put his cock against his butt cheeks. He yelled as the Baron slid his cock, not up his ass, but between Martin's legs. Martin looked down and saw the huge cock protruding in front. Martin's testicles lay on top of it, and his own penis was touching the end of it. The Baron once again caressed Martin, going up under the bra again for Martin's nipples. The other hand took Martin's chin and turned and lifted his head. That Baron kissed Martin's neck as he stood there helpless. He began to suck on a spot on the front of Martin's neck. The sucking got harder ad was obvious now Martin was getting his second hickey from his husband. Martin jerked a few times while the hickey was being inflicted on his throat. A couple of bites for good measure. Martin's head was turned to face the Baron now. Being held firmly, Martin now with pleading eyes said.

"Please don't do this to me," he felt weak and nauseous now. Martin felt the Baron now rubbing his large cock back and forth in his crotch, the head disappearing and reappearing in the front of him in a rhythmic manner. The Baron squeezed Martin's cheeks and kissed him deeply.

"MMPPPFFFF!!!!" was the muffled cry of Martin as he was kissed.

He found the kiss sickening, but his twisted nipple now cried in pain and absorbed all his attention. The rubbing against his inner crotch continued with Martin's husband becoming more and more aroused and physical. Martin tried unsuccessfully to pull back from the kiss that was now almost bruising to his lips. The twisting and kissing stopped at the same moment. Martin was breathing rapidly, gasping for breath. There was a short silence in the room, as the Baron pulled his cock from Martins crotch. Martin saw the huge cock now in the mirror. It was fully erect, standing hard and oozing from the tip. Martin tried to turn and look at him. His feet now hurting from standing in one spot for so long in 6" heels, he wiggled his toes in an attempt to create some circulation that he hoped would relieve some of the discomfort in his legs and feet. He watched in the mirror as the Baron stroked his cock. The Baron caught Martin's eye in the mirror and smiled. Martin turned away immediately at the sight. The Baron placed his hand on Martin's shoulder and Martin felt the pressure of being pushed over the foot rails of the bed. Martin resisted, but the push became aggressive and he was bent over the bed rail, his naked butt in the air, and defenseless. He tried again to stand up, but his face was pinned to the bed.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!?" Martin yelled out, though he knew what was happening. His eyes darted around unable to see what was going on.

"Let me up," he growled.

"Shhhhhh....It's Ok..." the Baron cooed.

"IT'S NOT OK!! STOP THIS AND LET ME GO!!!" Martin screamed as loud and angrily as he could.

Martin flipped his head over and in a mirror and he could see the Baron, with his cock in his hand looking at his butt now. Martin felt the the head touch the cheeks of his butt as the Baron wiggled it a bit to spread them. Then he felt the head touch his butthole.

"NOOOO!!! Let me up damn it." A desperate plea now as Martin clinched his opening as tight as he could and yanked as his wrist bonds, throwing his head side to side.

The Baron applied more pressure with his cock, working it in a circular motion on Martin's butthole, waiting for the moment Martin relaxed and his entry would occur.

"GET OFF OF ME!! Martin strained to maintain his defenses. His red tipped fingers now trying to reach his bottom to help in his defense. The Baron continued the motion pushing even harder now. Tears were on Martin's face now.

"Please.... don't do this...." he said as he had an emotional moment that caused his defenses to drop just a second.

"I don't want to be fucked damn it. Please.....," and then......"AAAGGGHHH!!!!" A high pitched scream that echoed through the house as the head of the Baron's cock penetrated Martin's now helpless ass. This indeed would be a moment Martin would always remember.

Martin flopped at the end of the bed against his bonds. The head of his husbands cock just inside his ass. Martin's initial scream was humiliating as it was high pitched and completely spontaneous. His eyes caught a glimpse of the large cock stuck between his butt cheeks in the mirror. The Baron stood still till Martin finally bent over and grunting but motionless. Then the Baron eased more pressure allowing his cock to enter another inch. Martin began jumping again screaming at the Baron.

"TAKE IT OUT!!!......OWWWWW!!!!! TAKE IT OUT!!!! Martin yelled at each push.

Regaining his breath, his face full of tears, he mumbled, "It's too big........Oh god.....it hurts!"

Martin's makeup now running down his face, while his discomfort showed on his face. One of his grandmothers rhinestone earrings had come off one of his ears and was lying on the bed. Martin saw the Baron adjusting himself again.

"STOP IT!...... No more......please NAHHHHH!!!!! AAGGHHHH!!!! as the Baron slid in another inch, and grabbing Martin's hips pushed in even farther. Martin felt as if the Barons cock was going through him and his butthole was now stretched wider than it had ever been during it's normal use. The Baron was a huge man. Martin's cries made no impression and he could no longer slow nor deter the penetration. The Baron's cock now in Martin's ass four inches was pressed in another two at Martin's pleadings for him to stop.

"Oh god stop....." he cried. "OWWWW! IT'S TOO BIG....IT HURTS......STTOOPP!!!" Martin now had seven inches of his husband received,and he tried to look back at the Baron. The Baron pulled back the length he had already inserted and then pushed back. Martin's anger had him growling. The Baron pulled back and pushed in again harder this time. Martin yelled out as the Baron's hips made contact with Martin's butt cheeks. Martin grimaced and his red fingernails were on his butt cheeks, looking like he was trying to spread them, but he was actually trying to reach the intrusive beast that now was a full nine inches up his ass. The Baron grabbed Martin's hips with one hand and held him down in the middle of his back with the other and began to fuck Martin's ass slapping hard against Martin's cheeks. Martin's hair was now a mess and he laid his head down and gritted his teeth together.

"You bastard," as he now had to accept that he was being fucked, and he could do nothing but stand there in his high heels bent over the bed and take it.

"UHH....UHH...UHH..," were the rhythmic sounds that came from Martin's mouth as each thrust landed and recoiled. His hips hurt from being pounded against the rail so hard.

"Barroonn.....please stop doing this." Though Martin knew it was futile, the words just came out as a natural response to his situation.

"Oh my love, you are so beautiful tonight. I will fill you with my pleasure. You will be the envy of all the wives in your social."

The Baron now breathing harder and fucking faster. Martin saw the Baron's head go back and he looked at the ceiling as he tightened up on Martin.

"NO!!! Don't you do it....Don't you dare....HEY!!!" Martin yelled.

"AAGGH!!" was all Martin said now as he was impaled harder than ever. He felt the Baron quiver, then....Martin felt a warm impact deep inside him. Then he felt it again. The Baron had unloaded his cum deep inside him. Martin began to sob as the Baron pulled his face to his to kiss him.

"Just leave me alone," he cried as the Baron kissed him on his lips. He struggled only to try to get more comfortable as he was standing in these heels the longest time with a cock nine inches up his ass, and The Baron had him twisted around and kissing him. The Baron gently pulled his cock back then out as he kissed Martin. The suddenness of the removal caused a little gas to escape and Martin unceremoniously farted while being kissed. In a bizarre twist, as if everything here was normal, the Baron licked Martins cheek.

Disgusted Martin said, "Are you done yet." in a mono-toned voice, staring straight ahead.

"Yes my love we must rest."

He pulled up a small chair for Martin to set in. Martin looked at him.

"Are you going to let me go now?" he glared at him.

"No my sweet. Set down here and relax," as the Baron pressed on his shoulder and Martin sat in the chair his ankles and wrist still attached to the rails of the footboard. The Baron got in the bed and propped himself up against the headboard and smiled Martin.

"You are much more relaxed now," the Baron chimed and smiled.

Martin was exhausted from the all the activity of the evening. He looked up at the Baron.

"You were marvelous," the Baron added.

Martin looked at him. Then he gave a slight smile.

"Thank you sweetheart. I try to do my best to keep my ass nice and high while I'm tied to the end of the bed so your cock can fuck me in my asshole, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!"

Martin stood up fist clenched. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?".......he glared.

"I'm not your toy. I'm a man for god's sakes," Martin fumed "Look at me. You have to strap me down to dress me up like this. You have these goons escort me around so I can't run away. You have to TIE ME UP to fuck me. What does that tell you about how I feel about all this Baron? You call this marriage?" Martin rolled his eyes and set back down.

"I know you find it difficult now. You will be glad we are married," he smiled.

Martin just hung his head and rested it on the footboard.

Martin had drifted off to sleep when he was suddenly awakened by the bed moving. The Baron had gotten up and was over at one of the mirrors. Martin looked to see what was up. That was the wrong thought as the Baron had another huge erection going, and he walked over to Martin. He lifted Martin up and he stood at the end of the bed again. The Baron moved the chair. Martin was shaking his head and whispering "No." as he stood .

"I....I can't do this again. Baron,..... please," Martin said as he was pushed over the railing again. Martin felt the cock at his backdoor again. He looked back and........

"AAGGHH!" Martin screamed out again as he was entered a second time that evening.

"See....You are doing much better this time." the Baron cooed.

"SHUT UP!!!! JUST GET DONE AND TAKE IT OUT!" Martin grunted.

The Baron fucked Martin longer and harder this time. Each time the Baron thrust forward Martin was literally pushed up on his toes, the heels of his shoes coming off the floor. The heels made a distinct click as he landed on each backstroke. This made a constant and steady rhythmic clicking sound in the room. Martin's ass pained from the long relentless pounding he was receiving this time. He finally pushed up and turned his head to the Baron.

"Will you hurry up," he hissed, only to have the Baron push him back down over the rail. As Martin's head hit the bed he cried one last time in a defeated voice.

"Stop........owwwwww." His struggles subsided and he lay sobbing as the Baron continued to exercise his husbandly rights. Once again tension and a steep escalation of everything happened as the Baron once again shot his semen in Martin. Martin screamed out again as before as the final push hurt the most. As before, Martin was pulled up straight, hugged, caressed and kissed before the large cock was removed. Martin felt cum running down the back of his testicles and inside his thighs to his stocking tops from the end of the Baron's cock. As the Baron caressed him, cum dripped from his cock landing on the top of Martin's foot and running down his instep, into his shoe. He was again seated in a chair at the end of the bed still bound. There was no attempt to clean up the cum that was now drying on his legs. A pillow was put on the rail so he could rest his head.

It was late now and Martin was set in the chair again as the Baron turned out the light and went to sleep. Martin was awakened at 2:00AM. The Baron was setting up in the bed stroking himself again, looking at Martin. Martin looked at the erection.

"Why?" Martin asked. The Baron smiled.

"If you call me your wife, then listen to me. I don't want to do this again. It hurts me. What are you trying to prove anyway?" Martin stared at him.

"It is a night of seeding. The first night. I show you how fertile I am. We will make love tomorrow, and forever." The Baron stood up and walked to Martin, his erection bobbing along as he walked.

"You're fucking me in my ass Baron. Nothing to fertilize there. Can't you do this a different way?" Martin continued talking though the Barons cock was now between his cheeks. The Baron gently pushed Martin over the rail.

"You bastard," Martin hissed as he was bent over again.

"Owwwwww!!!!" Martin gasped as he was entered again. Martin's fingers gripping thr rails.The fucking was long and hard again. No sympathy or concerns for Martin's feelings. After all he was dressed for the part. Martin gritted his teeth through the process only to scream out again on the orgasmic thrust as they were much more powerful and painful. Martin said nothing, and stood motionless offering no resistance this time, as he was kissed, groped and put back in the chair. He was too exhausted.

"Oh thank you my sweet. This has been a wonderful evening." the Baron crawled into the bed. Then as the Baron got up at 6:00AM he desired a quickie from the wife for the day.

"I thought we were finished." Martin asked, groggy from off and on sleep. The Baron was quick this time. Martin hated him, as he had to endure one more butt fucking by his husband. The Baron put on his robe and left the room immediately after his orgasm. Martin sat in the chair head on his arm crying. He had been done four times over the night, in his ass by his husbands 9" cock. He couldn't think. It hurt so much. The violation was too great. His wedding night was over. Nothing made sense anymore.