Princess of Castile
Chapter one
By Jennifer Reed

This story is set in the world created by Rikki in the Marriage of Martin Hastings that he began some time around 2010. These events in this story occur around five years prior to the events in Rikkis story.

An innocent and efeminnant man finds he has been sold and delivered to a very powerful noble in another country.

Thomas Manning stood alone wearing a wedding gown. That fact was odd enough, it sounds almost like a practical joke someone was playing on him. Except, this was no joke. The events leading up to it were no joke. Thomas has had a very traumatic day so far. He was violently awakened in his hotel room after a long fight to this small South American nation off the coast. He was blindfolded and shackled like a prisoner headed toward prison. He was taken to this place, which was a small room in a church where he met a sadistic woman who didn't care how he felt. She was a professional who prepared him for his upcoming wedding, which he knew nothing about until a few hours ago. The preparations were very difficult for him. He was made up to look like a woman. She told him that he was going to be a male bride to one of the most powerful men in this tiny island nation. He was going to be the male bride of the Duke Jose Cordoba. He was one of the two dukes of this nation, and the laws of this place made it totally legal. He lost any right to object or have any control over his life. His life was now in this man's hands. The man that was going to be his husband.

Thomas was in a panic, wondering how this could happen in any modern nation in the 21st century. Thomas knew that things like this happened in nations like Egypt or Pakistan. They usually happened to women in those places. Thomas was having much difficulty believing this was real. His feminine image that reflected in the full-length mirror as well as his handcuffed wrists told him that it was very real. It was no joke. It was really happening. This was going to be a legal and binding marriage, and he had no say in the matter.

A sound in the back of the room broke Thomas's thoughts, and he jumped. He turned and saw his younger sister Katherine approach him. Thomas prepared for a very humiliating and probably emasculating conversation with his sister Katherine. Thomas knew she was going to enjoy his appearance. He had been a very bad brother. He was very sexist and cruel to her through his teenage years. Some of his comments and pranks against her were very hurtful. He was sorry, but he never got around to apologizing to Katherine. Even though he was remorseful for how he treated her, she never really given up her grudge against him. He knew she was going to have a lot of fun now, and she probably deserved to.

Katherine closely examined Thomas. He watched a smile spread across her face, “Brother, Oh my god, they did it. You look like such a refined, beautiful woman now.”

“I am not a woman, and you know it,” Thomas replied sharply.

“Oh, I know you are not a woman. You are a man,” Katherine said with a smile. “This is a same sex marriage. It would not be a same sex marriage if you were a woman.”

“What I can’t figure out sister, is why a gay man would want to marry me. I am not gay, why would he want to do this to me. I am not a fag, I have never done anything sexual with a man. I don’t dress as a woman, so why did he pick me. Why would a gay man want me when he could choose a real pervert that likes this stuff?” Thomas said to her.

Katherine laughed. “I think I know why, Thomas. The Duke is a lot like you are. He likes women and has dated and seduced many women in his life. He is very rough and sexist toward women. Just like you are. You are very handsome, soft and lovely. Your good handsome, clean looks have helped you attract many women in your life. Your soft beauty has attracted the Duke. He knows you are heterosexual and beautiful, and that attracts the Duke. He thinks it will be hot to seduce and force a beautiful straight man to be his gay lover. He has a sick fetishistic side that wants to do that to you.” His sister laughed girlishly.

“But I am not a woman,” ShoutedThomas. “If he is straight, why is he doing this to me?”

“Because,” Katherine said. “You are not a man in his eyes. He has the right to insist you look like a woman. You will not be a man to him, you will be his wife, a woman, and a beautiful, seductive lover.”

“But look what they did to me,” Thomas looked up sharply, his eyes flaring with anger he had repressed most of the morning while the women were making him look pretty. “They made me look like a woman. Leanne and her women did all of this to me, and it’s not right. They treated me as a woman. I am a man.”

“I am very jealous of you now, Thomas,” Katherine said. “Very few women ever get to experience the level of luxury you will be getting. The Duke spared no expense for this ceremony. Your gown alone probably costs as much as some houses. You are getting everything a person could ever want.”

“Katherine, everything I had is being taken from me. Nothing will be mine. My husband will own it all. I lost all control over my life this morning.” Thomas pointed out to Katherine, who thought this is some fairy tale dream come true. Maybe for a woman, it was. “But it was clear the Duke spared no expense in this. He hired the best security, the best makeup artist for this. Then there was Leanne, who seemed to direct it all. She was a cruel bitch who specialized in transforming unwilling men into male brides. Leanne has done one man before me, and he’s still married and living as a woman one and a half years later. She told me he still hasn’t accepted it, but he cooperates and goes through his daily life living like this. No expense had been spared doing this to capture and force me through this. But I’m glad you appreciate it. I know I can’t because I’m not a woman, and I shouldn’t be treated like this or marrying a man.” Thomas yelled.

Thomas added, “This was designed for a woman to experience. To a man, it's demeaning,: Thomas said, looking down at the floor. He could not even look at his sister. He felt so humiliated.

“You being pampered, dressed by handmaidens and that gown you are wearing. It must have cost twenty thousand dollars at least,” Katherine pointed out. “That’s one of the most expensive Marchesa. Thee top wedding gown designer in the world. The nobility and elite and celebrities all wear her gowns for special occasions and weddings. I really wish I could wear something like that when I get married. I am jealous that my brother gets treated like this pampered, made up, and assisted by the top professionals in the field. You had the best makeup artist, the best gowns. There aren’t a lot of women that get this on their wedding day. You should be honored.” Katherine said, very seriously.

Katherine always had these weird ideas about life. Especially in gender roles and he doubted he could get her to see the issue. “I know women enjoy this treatment, and this ritual was designed for a woman. But, I am a man, and I hated it. It was nothing but demeaning. That horrible bitch, Leanne. She was in charge of me and told me she was here to prepare me for this day. She is the top makeup artist and a neurotic perfectionist. And she has no conscience. She doesn’t do celebrities or nobility. She enjoys doing this to male brides for their weddings, and the husbands pay her a lot. Katherine, In these deals, the bride loses all control in their life. She put me in this chair,” He moved to the chair and sat in it. He showed her the thick restraining straps that secured him in the pink Barbie heart-like chair.

“You see, Katherine. This chair is what that bitch made me sit in so she could work on me.”

“How could she get you in that?” Katherine asked, doubtfully. “I don’t think Leanne had the physical strength to manhandle you in that chair.”

“She had security standing by. I didn’t go willingly, I assure you. Katherine. Security overpowered me. They forced me into the chair. Leanne curled my hair, made up my face, plucked my eyebrows. They did everything to me, and these straps made me unable to resist or interfere in any way. As is legal in this hell of a nation. This is for women! A man doesn’t enjoy this and shouldn’t.”

“You are going through it, Thomas,” Katherine pointed out with a smirk. “But, I doubt even a woman would enjoy this. I was appraised of the laws of this land, and women do endure this treatment. Many women are forced into marriages in this nation. The law has been amended within the last 10 years to include men being able to be placed in a marriage to another man by his family’s consent. So, you are here being the bride to another man. Maybe this will cure your sexist attitude.”

What always annoyed her was her brother’s belief that a woman must submit to the man. He believed women should let the man lead her life and take charge of her. Attitudes like that persisted in her home nation, but this is an extreme even she was never aware existed. The horrors that she was informed of that some brides go through for several days following the wedding shocked her. Some elaborate consummation ritual. She doubted any woman ever did it willingly. No man has gone through the ritual, now her brother was going to endure it. She couldn’t wait to see her chauvinistic brother’s condition after the period was over, and he went through it all. If that would break him of his attitude. Or destroy him, but she knew Thomas and didn’t think it would destroy him.

“This wasn’t made for a man to do,” Thomas said. “why can’t you women see this. Katherine, this ritual was designed for women to go through to show her submission and love for her husband. Women do silly things for love. Not a man, no man should do this. Can’t you see, he’s forcing me, and it’s not right?” He stomped his foot, the stiletto he was wearing sounded through the room. It was a funny gesture.

“Thomas,” Katherine said gently. “No woman should go through what you did today, and no woman should ever endure what you will go through for the next three days. This, losing total control over her life and her husband having complete legal
authority over her life and body. It isn’t right for a man or a woman. Marriages like these aren’t right for anyone either. No one should be forced to marry against their will. A woman or a man. Why can’t *you* see that?”

“A woman needs help, at times. Women get put in these deals even in our homeland. They endure and end up living happy lives with the husband chosen for them. That’s how it is, and even in our homeland, a woman’s life is decided by her husband. Women submit, and that’s how it is. I will admit this nation takes a woman’s submission to an extreme. But its law in our nation too and its law here. It’s just the men in our nation who have more respect for women and don’t go to this extreme. It’s still a law there has to be a reason? Women were designed to submit,” Thomas told his sister.

She gritted her teeth in frustration. She was really going to enjoy this wedding and seeing her brother the next morning after enduring the first night of the consummation period. She couldn’t wait to see Thomas after the third day’s bridal banquet to present the consummated bride after the full consummation ritual. Her brother, wearing the traditional bridal mask that brides of nobility wear in this nation and the hickies she receives each time they have sex. How would her brother be when he was presented, and his mask removed for the public to say, and introduced as the bride of the powerful Duke. As his Lady for the public. She grinned. She couldn’t wait. “Well now, Thomas, you are the Bride and the woman in this marriage. You will see how it is and hopefully change your attitude.”

Thomas yelled as she walked out with her heels tapping the floor, “No, it won’t. I am not a woman. I am a man.” Thomas knew she was going to have a lot of fun. He would have to keep his pride intact, and not let them see him break. He wondered if he could do it, knowing what this man wanted to do to him. He looked down in shame.

Katherine said, “Well, you will sure feel like a woman after tonight. I will see what condition you are in tomorrow morning, Thomas. It is almost time to walk down the aisle, and your mother is here to escort and give you away. I will see you later after the wedding.” Katherine walked out.

He was alone with his thoughts for several minutes, and he knew Katherine was right. Thomas resolved himself and made a silent promise that no matter what that perverted fag did to him, he would not break for this man, or for Leanne. He would show them all what a man really was.

The door opened, and he saw his mother Renie enter. She smiled at him, “Woah. My Son.” His mother smiled brightly. “I was warned you would look different, Thomas, but you are gorgeous. You are so sexy that your husband will not be able to keep his hands off of you.”

Thomas sneered, “I refuse to marry that faggot. I refuse to participate in this pervert marriage you set up. I won’t even walk out with you to meet him. I won’t do it.” He nearly shouted. “I won’t marry a disgusting filthy faggot and let him put his hands all over me. I am a real man, not a faggot.”

Renae laughed proudly, “Thomas, you will be the faggot in this marriage, and he will be the real man! Your sexist attitude will have to change, or your husband will change it for you. You are marrying him. You are wearing that most beautiful gown, veil, and undergarments as the bride. I can see that you must be wearing a bra. Your chest looks very feminine, that must be because you have a bra on. I doubt you willingly allowed it, but you are here wearing a Marchesa bridal gown and a veil. Your hands are cuffed in front of you. You’re shaved, your face is painted and powdered, and your eyebrows trimmed. You’re wearing makeup. Do you really, there is anything you can do to prevent the marriage and you being wed to this man after everything they showed you they can do to you whether you cooperate or not? Do you think you can stop the event she has planned for you in the privacy of his bedroom from taking place?”

Thomas lowered his eyes. He tried not to think of what this man had planned for him tonight. He knew what was customary for all brides with their husbands on the wedding night. It was sure to happen to him, and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. “No. The events they have planned will take place. I know it.” He choked out the words. A tear ran down his face leaving a black trail of mascara.

“You are the faggot now,” His mother said cruelly. “You are marrying a real man, and you will be his faggot. You will be the bride, and he will be your lawfully wedded husband. It is as legally binding as any marriage. I hope you understand that, but if you don’t, then tonight's activities with him will show you what your part in the marriage is.”

“Mother,” Thomas said, nearly weeping. “Did you and Katherine set this up?”

“Yes, we had a hand in it. Your father, Craig set it all up. He got involved with this man and set up all of the legal documents to make it real for this nation. It required our consent. Your father and this Duke approached me, and he explained the process. His attorney was with him, and your father’s attorney was there. They made out the deal, the legal forms. It required our signed consent. I signed my name to the form, your sister signed too. He paid me the dowry for your hand. I really didn’t want to, Thomas. I am serious, but there are things about this that will be explained later. It is for your own good, and I hope you learn something from this.”

“Katherine signed too?” He should have known, but it was still surprising. “How can her signature be considered legal to decide my life? She’s so young.”

“Katherine is eighteen. It is considered legal in our homeland and in this nation. We signed, we gave the attorneys our consent and signed the affidavit to its effect. Then Craig passed away a few weeks later, and we made the arrangements to have you brought here. That’s why you were brought to this country. We were brought here to participate in this marriage and help you along. I am to give you away as the ceremony. All your questions will be answered at the right time. The time is getting short, we will have to walk down the aisle very soon. Are you ready for that?”

Thomas had been strong up to now, but the final moment was coming. Tears flowed down his face, “Mom, please, get me out of this. You know I am not some sissy fairy. Don’t make me marry this man. I can't live like a fairy. I don’t want to be a woman, and I really don’t want some man having sex with me as a woman. Can you please get me out of this?”

She shook her head, “No, I can't, Thomas. There is nothing I can do now. The Duke is in control. I would help you leave if I could, but we must do this. It is for your own good. You know the Dukes guards are right outside, ready to intervene. He won't let you leave. He expects his bride to walk down the aisle and marry him. He knows you don’t want to marry him. He knows all about you and your history with women and I assume that’s why he chose you and asked for your hand. He has tight security over you and I know they had to use it more than a few times to force this process on you this morning to make you appear as a woman. They met you when you entered the country and brought you here for the women to transform you, didn’t they?”

He avoided his mother’s eyes. It was just too much for him. Standing in front of his mother wearing a bridal grown and made up as a woman. “I am not gay!” He yelled at her.

“Oh, I know,” His mother agreed. “You dated more women than most guys. You are very sexual with women. You love using women and had those orgies with Melony and Vanessa. You wouldn’t leave Dianne alone. You are very heterosexual. That may be why the Duke chose you, but he did choose you, your sister, and I, and your father consented. We signed our name to give our consent. Other members of your family signed to approve this. His parents and my mother. Money changed hands, so it is all legally binding. There's nothing I can do about it now. The wedding will take place.”

Thomas backed away from her. The depth of the betrayal slowly crystallized in his mind. His sister and mother both knew about this, and agreed to do it. They were informed of the details of this marriage and what it would mean to his life. They were surely informed of the Duke’s intentions toward him, and they agreed to the details of the marriage. His father initiated it with this man. Thomas backed away from his mother, and he saw a pink styling chair beside him. He looked up at Renie and said, “Do you see this chair.” He sat in most of the morning. He looked at it and sat down, holding the pink restraining arm straps that held him restrained while they transformed his face. Trimming his eyebrows, putting mascara on his face, styling and curling his hair al while there was not a thing he could do to prevent it. There were even shin and leg straps to make sure he could not kick them. He was totally immobilized while they transformed him. He was let up so they could carefully dress him.

“Mom,” Thomas said. ” You do not know what that horrible Bitch Leanne did to me. They put me in that chair and made me look like a woman.”

“I know, my son.” She said. “You don’t look like a man. I knew what they were going to do to you. I spoke to Leanne last month when the deal was being finalized. The Duke and Leanne came to our house, and she explained the process, what she did, and how. The Duke hired her because she has experience in these forcible transformations. She only did one other transformation of a male bride. Well, two. One was forced as a male bride for a husband. The other man paid her himself to transform him for his man. So she isn’t really counting that. She enjoys working on male brides like yourself. You are her second, Thomas. I doubt
you enjoyed your experience with her.”

He was fuming, and she learned to be careful with his anger as his body tightened. His physical appearances transformed slightly. Waves of danger radiated from his body. Thomas did have a temper and almost laughed to herself. She didn’t know who would win this struggle, but she suspected Leanne surely would. She had the force behind her. Thomas was dangerous and very intelligent. Leanne would undoubtedly be frustrated by him. Then, Thomas suddenly smiled. “I hate her.”

She whispered, “I hate her too, but the husband and I approved of her, even if she didn’t need our approval. Only the husbands and his approval is required. We agreed to help him on one condition, Thomas. I insisted to her that she make you appear as a natural woman. I told Leanne to make you look like a passable woman, not a feminized man trying and living as a woman. We told him we would only approve and help this ceremony, if he required Leanne to transform you into the image of a passable woman so no one would know. They wanted you to look like a sissy man mocking the image of a woman to humiliate and demean yourself.”

Thomas's face turned into a dark shade of red as his body shook. “You asked for this?”

“Yes,” Renie said. “I was just trying to preserve some of your dignity. It will be better this way.”

“No! I have no dignity looking like this!” Thomas said to her. “I'd rather have some male dignity left. Don’t destroy all of my masculinity. It’s all I have left.”

He didn’t see the issue, and he hoped some male could be left in him. But, they would crush it all regardless. His mother knew if he tried to retain some masculinity that they would crush it. The dressing and living 24/7 dressed in women’s attire would do its part. The sexual activity with his husband would do the rest. If he appeared indistinguishable as a woman, then his appearance would not look out of place. A woman with her husband. No one would think it was out of place, or him. If he insisted on being a man, he would still look feminine, and everyone would know he was a crossdressed male, with a husband, obviously having sex as a woman with the man. They would know. His male pride would be crushed into nothing if he insisted on keeping it. Then Renae feared there would be nothing left. In addition, Leanne had very effective ways to punish his resistance. Her son had no hope. That was what Thomas refused to see and still thought he could preserve some male pride in this deal. “I won't be a woman.”

“Yes, you will, Thomas. Your appearance is out of your hand. You will appear as they want you to. If that is your wish, I am sure you can get your husband to agree to that, as that was his wish. He wants a feminized man, but you will still be easily identified as a man. Only wearing women's clothes and being a full-time transvestite. People will laugh and humiliate you. But not if they think you are a woman. Thomas,” Renie pleaded. “Think about this!”

He shook his head, “I won't be a fairy. Leave me a man. I want them to know I'm a man.”

She laughed, “Oh they will, if you insist on going that route. Everyone will know you are a crossdressed man being the submissive sexual partner with his husband. Obviously, being fucked like a woman. And they will laugh! We did what we could to preserve your dignity. You can break the deal if you wish, and your husband will be all too happy to comply with you.”

“You are enjoying this, aren’t you? Seeing your son made into a fairy for some sick faggot. He can do this to me, and I am powerless to stop it. But I will never accept it or accept the marriage, or him as a husband no matter what he does to me.” He said in a cold voice

Renie remembered his father Craig using her when he would not stop no matter how she pleaded to him. He was firm in his use of force on her and what her position in the marriage was. She was a strong, confident woman and didn’t want to submit and be passive to a man. He was a firm dominant male that demanded her submission to his manhood. She had no choice, he used force and punished her when she tried to stand up to him. His punishments were demoralizing and painful. She submitted in the end, and surrendered her pride as a woman. She knew in her heart that her son would make things as difficult as he could, and she wished he wasn’t so stubborn in his masculine pride. It would only get him hurt. He would have to learn that the hard way. “No, my son,” Renie said in a soft, affectionate tone of a grieving mother trying to get her son to understand. “I am not enjoying this. You know your sister will, and she insisted on watching, I will not enjoy it. It makes me very sad to see my precious son being hurt like this. There was no other way to protect you, I begrudged gave my consent. There are things we will tell you about this later. You need a lesson and an attitude adjustment. You are rude chauvinistic, and turning into a very cruel man. I was also upset at how you treated your gay friend Fred.”

“Fred was a total fag. How could I be his friend anymore,” Thomas pleaded. “He began wearing those pink shirts and those bracelets and making his eyes dark with eyeshadow. Limp wristed and dating that big guy. It was disgusting, mom, I couldn’t hang out with a disgusting faggot like that anymore. He was gross and sick.”

His mother gritted her teeth as her son’s homophobic attitude. She wanted to slap his pretty face, which was made up prettier than his friend Johns. John, who also insisted on being here to see it after the names Thomas called him to his face. Thomas has made many enemies lately with his offensive, sexist attitude and many of those women and his friend John wouldn’t pass this up to see Thomas walk down the aisle in a wedding dress to marry a man.

Thomas was smart enough to know that his attitude was probably the reason this was now happening to him, and that the people he offended were going to enjoy watching his humiliation. He was strong enough to take it. There was another side to it all that had not eluded him. Thomas looked defiantly into mothers face and said, “I know that there were many people who were mistreated by my father and his cruelty that are probably going to go after me. I am his only son. So that is why you agreed to place me under a powerful Dukes protection. They are all going after me now that my father is gone and he can’t protect me. They think hurting me is revenge against him. I guess in a way, it’s true. Don’t think I do not know how he treated you and many other women. It isn’t right, but I can see the reasoning behind it. Sins of the father being inflicted on the children. Especially from a woman’s point of view, like father like son. You think I was going to be like him?”

She knew her son was brilliant and able to piece together information very quickly.

“I know, you withheld much from me about my family, my father and things he was involved with here. There were things about me that I kept hidden too. Mother. In time, I know everything will be revealed, and we will be allowed to heal as a family. I just wish my father's enemies didn’t come after me to be held to account for the things he did. It isn’t fair or right.”

His mother shook her head, “You’re not being held responsible for the cruelty of your father. It's your deeds you are here for.”

“We know that isn’t true. I never met this Duke in my life. My father has business with him. I didn’t. So whatever this is about, it isn't my doing, but my fathers. The Duke feels doing this to me will even the score somehow. It won't, but he must be very pissed at my father to do this to me. I just hope he doesn’t feel he must hurt me too much to make it even. He dressed me like this to me. He’s forcing me to be his wife. I know he will expect me to have sex with him tonight as his new bride. I just wonder how long and how many changes he will force on me before his appetite for vengeance against my family is fulfilled. Months, years? How long will I have to be a woman for him?”

One of the security stuck his head in and said, “The Duke is ready and the ceremony is ready to begin. Ma’am.” He said to Thomas. Thomas remembered him as the first one he met that abducted him and threw a bag over his head.

“Are you ready for the wedding, my son,” Inquired. She tried to act sympathetic toward him, but he knew she was enjoying every minute of seeing him demeaned. He knew she never really loved him as a son. He tried to be a good son and show her a child’s affection for his mother. He tried to be good enough for her to love him, but she was always cold to him, and that lack of motherly warmth hurt him a lot. So, he began not caring and lashing out with his attitude. As he grew older, her coldness toward him inspired even greater resistance and ways to irritate her. He knew his sexism affected her the most, so he developed a very sexist attitude because of the lack of affection from his mother. He never understood why she never showed him a true mother’s affection until he was old enough to understand adult relations. Then he saw how his father treated her. Then he put it together. His father's spousal abuse of his wife. Her fear and distrust of men, and dislike of him as his father's only male child. He tried to show her affection and love, but it only made her more uncomfortable. There was nothing he could do to earn his mother’s affection. He didn’t understand at his young age; a child should not have to earn his mother’s love and affection. It should be freely given from love to her child. The lack of parental affection inspired his sexism and caused it to grow because she never taught him how to treat a woman. She barely was part of his life at all. His lessons came from his father. Perhaps if she cared and showed him how to treat a girl, his attitude could
have changed. So now, here he was, and she figured this was the way to solve what his father did to her. Enslave his son and make him a woman to another man. Hurt him over it all. He doubted it would work. He didn’t think it would ease any of the pain she felt inside at all. If she was willing, his love for his mother could heal her. But she didn’t want his love.

He backed away. “No, I really don’t want to do this.”

“You know you have no choice. You know what they will do. I am sure Leanne told you.”

“Yes,” Thomas said. “They will come in, drag me to the altar and tie me to that post, and conduct the ceremony anyway. I should make them do that, just to show the audience there my true feelings, so they know. Why should I make this easy for them?” That post was interesting. Leanne told him most churches have a post like that to conduct weddings like this. Some refuse to do same sex weddings to avoid having to do these types at all. So they don’t have to tie a man to a post to conduct a nonconsensual arranged marriage on a man to another man.

She shrugged, “It is your choice, Thomas. I would hate to see you demeaned that way. Please don’t make me watch them drag you out there screaming and tie you to the post. It would hurt me to see my son treated like that.”

He stared at her eyes and said, “Bullshit. You would love to see that. Fine, let's get this over this.”

He wasn’t sure why he wanted to rush this part. He knew what came after, but it was going to be done the easy way or the hard way. He should make them do it the hard way, but he wanted to show his courage and determination to face this man who was destroying his life. So he would boldly walk down the aisle as the bride and face him. So, Thomas took his mother's hand and let her lead him out the door in his five-inch stilettos tapping the marble floor with his head held firmly in place because of the constricting neck corset he held. His hands daintily cupped in front of him, holding a bouquet of flowers as a bride. His thumbs were cuffed together, hidden by a floral lace cover. He was warned not to drop it. He assumed they didn’t want him to drop the lace cover because they wanted the guests to believe this was a consensual marriage on his part. He had no intention of allowing anyone to have the illusion this was a consensual marriage. There were no gaps, nothing looked out of place at all. A woman in a bridal grown being escorted by her mother is what all of the guests saw. None of them had any idea the bride was really male. They watched the bride walk down the aisle as any woman would. The illusion was so perfect, the bride even moved as a woman. Nothing looked male at all. He looked up at them and let the lace cover slip from his hands, and the flowers fell to his feet. Everyone saw his hands cuffed together with his shiny red fingertips. He heard many surprised gasps of surprise. Thomas just smiled and kept walking. He saw his sister sitting in the audience beaming and smirking. She was enjoying this a lot. He nodded and smiled a soft, feminine smile back at her. He loved his sister. He saw his gay friend that he offended and outed in front of everyone. Thomas kept his soft smile in place. He saw a few others he didn’t know. But they looked like they knew what the deal was and was enjoying this display a little too much for the average guest. The guests didn’t seem surprised or shocked to see the cuffs on his thumbs. But he has strong suspicions as he approached the altar. The groom’s men accompanied him just in case he caused any trouble. They provided the security for this event, and they knew the details of the marriage.

He approached the altar with his mother escorting him. There was a woman standing regally wearing a purple robe of a religious and legal authority of this nation. He figured she was in her fifties. The woman was a justice of the peace for this part of this strange little country he was tricked into visiting.

Thomas examined the enormous man wearing a tuxedo standing at the altar waiting for him. The man looked like he was in his mid to late forties. Thomas'sheart ached as he thought he would be dressed that way for his wedding. Instead, he was the bride approaching his groom. The man had a strong-looking face, and that contracted to his own. Thomas's face was delicate and small. Almost now indistinguishable from a woman's. This was totally humiliating. He smiled at Thomas as he boldly approached the man and stood by his side. The man was huge as he stood over a foot taller than Thomas. His shoulders were broad. The Duke's hands were huge. Thomas guessed the man stood over seven feet tall and possibly over three hundred pounds. Thomas was intimidated. He was always a small man and pretty much looked like a woman next to average-sized men. This was ridiculous. The man took Thomas’s small delicate hand in one of his large hands. Thomas’s bright fingernails glinted, showing his new feminized appearance to the Duke.

Most of the guests now knew this wasn’t a consensual marriage. They saw the imposing security close by Thomas. They saw his hands were cuffed. They got the message, but he was going to make sure the message was clear and unmistakable.

The woman watched as the beautiful male bride approached the altar and stood beside the groom, the man who was responsible for all of this. The young man was brave. The other young man refused and the security had to force the man to stand beside the groom. Thomas looked up at the man, and their eyes met for the first time in Thomas’s entire life. The man he only saw today. The man who would marry him. The man who would be his lawfully wedded husband accepted by law. The man who would have sex with him tonight. The man smiled. The woman watched, knowing all of the details of this wedding. She spoke in an authoritative voice, “We are all gathered here today for this blissful ceremony in sight of god to join these two men Duke Jose Cordoba and Thomas Manning in beautiful wedlock, a beautiful moment in their lives. May the time they spend together grow and blossom with love and devotion now that they have decided to spend as one.”

She looked toward his mother. “Who is giving the bride Thomas Manning away today?”

His mother spoke up, “I am, Renie Manning. I will give the Bride Thomas Manning away.”

Then the woman asked her, “Was the dowry acceptable for you, Ms. Manning.”

“Yes it was,” His mother replied and looked toward the Duke, “Thanks, things have been difficult since my husband passed.”

“You are welcome,” The duke said in a voice that seemed very accustomed to power and authority. He was a Duke. Obviously, nobility in this country. He was wearing the colors of nobility and had badges and a sash along his shoulder. Dukes are very powerful. They're about the highest-ranking authority in a monarchy. There are princes the reigning monarch. But, most princes get the title of Duke of a Duchy. He could hold power over millions. He was an extremely powerful man. There were three Dukes in this nation. His father had really picked the wrong man to pick a political fight with, and now his son was paying the price for whatever his father did to this man.

Then she looked to the Duke and began that part of the ceremony when he spoke up, “Wait, May I say something?”

She looked annoyed to be interrupted. “Yes. You are the bride and it is your right to address us, You may speak ma’am.” She smiled, calling him ma’am and Thomas guessed he may as well get used to being addressed by a woman’s pronoun. He assumed Lady, Mrs. Would also be how he was addressed.

“What is this dowry? I didn’t receive any it. Doesn’t dowry from the bride’s family to the groom?” Thomas asked.

“Yes, but we have different customs here, ma’am. May we proceed?”

Thomas almost sneered. “So then it's really a bride’s price. And, I didn’t agree to this marriage. I don’t want to marry a man. I am not gay!” Thomas said that loudly and heard a large gasp from the crowd. Even the Duke looked shocked by Thomas saying that. Now, the guests knew that Thomas was a crossdressed male.

Thomas continued, “I never agreed. I am a man, the dukes men forced me to dress this way. I am not gay and never wanted to marry a man.”

The woman asked, “Was the dowry paid?”

The Duke replied, “Yes,”

Then she looked toward Renie, “Was the dowry acceptable?”

“Yes it was,” She smirked at him.

“We have all of the consents in order, the paperwork is filed. So let's proceed.” The woman said.

“But I didn’t consent and I don’t want to marry this Duke. I never met him in my life. Please,” Thomas pleaded. “Don’t I get a say?” Thomas said loudly, making sure it was heard. I am a man and I don’t want to dress like this or be a bride to any man.” He knew what the woman was going to say. He knew his pleading was no use. Marriages in this manner were acceptable and legal in this nation. They were binding by law, obviously since it was being done. He knew there was nothing he could do to prevent it from taking place. He simply wanted his voice heard so the people assembled here had no illusions that this was in any way shape of form, consensual for his part. He wasn’t going to allow them to believe so.

“This is a family arranged marriage, ma’am and you are the Bride. Your family consented and found the Duke a suitable spouse for you. They agreed, the dowry was paid. Your consent is not required.”

“Of course not. Then this isn’t a marriage at all. I didn’t consent, but my consent is irrelevant. I was bought and sold by my family. I have no say in my life or who I marry now. This is human trafficking. I have been sold as a sex slave to this man. I will never accept this as a marriage. And that you participated in this and have no problem with it says a lot about you, and your nations’ character.
Can you stop this, ma’am?”

She almost looked sympathetic. “I couldn’t if I wanted to, ma’am. Many women find themselves in this situation, so it happens. You aren’t the only one. This is an arranged marriage and this ceremony is only a formality. You were married the moment the document was signed by your family and the husband. If I didn’t conduct this ceremony, someone else would, and it would make no difference to your situation, Mr. Manning. Now let's proceed.”

He looked toward the man, desperation filled his eyes. He had little hope this man would be willing to call it off. Actually, he knew the Duke wouldn’t listen. He went through all of the expense of doing this, setting up this ceremony. Paying Leanne a huge sum of money to make him a woman. Arranging this wedding and the documents. He obviously knew any man he did this to wouldn’t be happy with it. Even if the man was gay. The Duke Knew. So, no amount of pleading would make any difference. He was obviously heartless and cruel. Thomas wanted the Justice, and the guests to hear him pleading and begging the heartless Duke to call this off. “Sir, Duke. I don’t want to be your wife or dress as a woman. Please don’t do this to me. I am not gay, please, whatever my father did to you, don’t hold me responsible and humiliate me in this way. Let me leave.” His eyes were tearing up, and his mascara was running down his face.

The man showed a look of concern, smiled softly “I love you. Everything will be alright, my sweetheart. I will show you my love.” Then gently caressed Thomas's face. It was what Thomas expected. He noticed that some of the guests looked disgusted and appalled at the Duke now. He had hurt some of the Dukes approval points now. Whether they were disgusted that the Duke was marrying a man, or forcing someone to marry him, Thomas wasn’t sure. It was disheartening to see only some faces were disguised. Not all, not even a majority. Most just accepted it was how some things were done here, and this kind of force for marriage was a nationally recognized custom. It was amended to include same sex marriages.

He said his piece and made damn sure everyone now knew he was a man and was being forced into this. The guests now knew how he felt about it. There was nothing else to do now.

“Renie Manning, do you agree to commit your son Thomas Manning to the love and protection of the Duke Jose Cordoba to love and cherish for the rest of his life and agree this will be a beautiful blessed part of your son's life.”

She frowned at Thomas. It looked like it really hurt her and she was concerned. That couldn’t be, Thomas knew how his mother felt and wanted to do this. She hated him and wanted to see him demeaned and destroyed. So why did she look very reluctant now? “I do.”

“Do you, Duke Jose Cordoba, promise to take Thomas Manning into your life and love and cherish him as your wife? Hold him above all others and protect him for as long as he lives, in sickness and heath and cherish him as your beloved wife.” “I do,” He said in a deep, powerful voice.

Thomas said low, so only the Duke could hear, “The hell you do.” He knew what this man wanted and cherishing and protecting him wasn’t on the Dukes agenda. He wanted to pound and destroy Thomas and mold him into what he wanted, for his perverted freakish desires. Something no good husband would ever do to a woman. Thomas was no fool.

“You may place the ring on the bride’s finger.” The woman said and Thomas’s delicate beautifully manicured hand rose as the Duke placed a massive ring adorned with many large shining diamonds on Thomas’s finger. His red fingertips glinted in the son bringing a tear.

“Then, by the power vested in me by the state and country of Dolora, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

The Duke lifted Thomas’s wedding veil and pressed his lips against Thomas’s. He knew it was coming and slightly opened his mouth for the final kiss. Thomas didn’t want to, but he knew it was expected, so it was no use fighting it. He felt the Dukes mouth descend, and his tongue slither in his mouth in a full kiss. He cried out and tried to push the Duke away. It was a powerful, forceful kiss that hurt. The Duke wasn’t a gentleman at all. It hurt, and Thomas’s face twisted in disgust as he was kissed by another man and he wasn’t gay. He felt his stomach twist and lurch as the Duke’s large tongue swirl and lick the inside of his mouth. Then he pulled away as Thomas was futilely trying to push the Duke away. It was disgusting to kiss another man like that. But, he knew it was just the beginning and there was more coming later. Thomas knew he would simply have to adapt to more sexual activity with this man. The duke took Thomas's hand and led the stunned man back to the preparation room of the small chapel. He said, “Leanne will help you prepare for the reception and I will wait for you, my love. Just wear that corset a little more for me and ask her to use a larger cup size for your bra and show a little more cleavage.” The Dukes hand was squeezing Thomas's butt cheek.

Thomas brushed the Dukes large hand away from his buttock. “I am not your wife, and there is nothing you can do to make me accept it. I didn’t get a say, so I don’t have to accept you as my husband. You can abuse, molest, and demean and humiliate me like this. I know with your power and security I am powerless to do anything about what you want to do with me. Just know there will never be love between us, and I will never regard you publicly or privately as my husband. You are my master. Now leave me alone, you animal.” He kissed Thomas and walked away.

Leanne turned and looked as Thomas entered the room alone. She looked startled. Thomas sort of liked her. She was beautiful and very hard. Her face was flawless and beautiful as a woman should be. Thomas could watch her all day in that blue skirt she had and that top. Thomas would guess she was a large C cup. “Oh, Mrs. Cordoba. I didn’t expect to see you until tonight, after the wedding reception. Then I was going to prepare you for tonight’s activities with your husband. What can I do for you?”

She saw Thomas flinch at being called Mrs. Cordoba, but it was to be expected.

“Well,” He avoided her gaze. This was going to be embarrassing, but he feared what would happen if he didn’t. “The Duke is displeased with my appearance.”

A look of alarm was very evident on Leanne's face. “Oh my, what?” She really sounded concerned. Thomas had noticed that Leanne was an exceptional makeup artist and an obsessive perfectionist. She wanted everyone to know and respect her work. That was important to her. That was something he could use.

“Well, it's my breasts. he wants my breasts larger cup size and more cleavage to be on display. That’s it. Your work on my face was very good.”

Leanne loosened the gowns chest and pulled it down. “Men,” She said more to herself. Looked at him and loosened the corset and removed the bra.” Alright, Mrs. Cordoba. We will have to lift you up to retighten your corset with the larger breasts.

Thomas mentioned, “Yeah, men. He obviously has a large breast fetish and I guess I have to have massive breasts for him. I just hope he doesn’t make me get real breast implants.”
He put his wrists in the rope again and let her tighten them and lift him off the ground” She inserted larger breast forms inside the bra cups. They were very visible now as they stuck out and would attract a lot of attention. Leanne smiled approvingly of the new feminine image of Thomas and laced the tightened the corset again. She twisted and tightened the corset and it hurt just like before. But he had learned not to show pain because of his mother. Not that she ever hurt him, but she liked to humiliate him. Renae had said some very mean spirited things. And there was his father, he tried not to think of that. All of that during Thomas's childhood taught him to control his outbursts and expressions of pain. So Thomas remained silent as Leanne did her work. Leanne was surprised. The previous man was screaming as she tightened the corset on his wedding. This man was creepy and more than a little unsettling in how calm he was. She knew his mind was taking in everything and analyzing everything. He watched and said very little. But what he did say was always accurate.

Thomas was still hanging from his wrists when she twirled his body in the air, so they were face to face. He was helpless hanging in the air and she had an air of seriousness to her. She adjusted his curls and positioned his breasts correctly. Leanne said, “Mrs. Cordoba, I hope from here on out, we can have an understanding. Even though I work for you, I have specific instructions from the Duke that override anything that you say that contradicts his instructions. I have my instructions from him and I will do what I am supposed to. You will have them done. You are now married to the Duke. I will call you Mrs. Cordoba as it is appropriate now. There is nothing you or I can do about that. I have my job, and I am well compensated by the Duke for it. I will do my job. I have security if you get out of hand. Do we understand each other?”

Leanne lowered him to the ground and they spoke.

“I am not his wife, Leanne, you can count on me getting out of hand. I fully intend to.” Thomas smirked at her. “I know what is planned for tonight. What gives him the right to have sex with me?”

“You are his wife, that is what gives him the right,” Leanne said. “It is appropriate. He has the right because you are his wife.”

“I never agreed to be his wife, I never gave my consent or approval. I don’t want to be dressed as a woman or married to him. This is unacceptable to me. I am a man and don’t want to have sex with another man. I am not gay, Leanne, please understand this. I won’t allow him to
have sex with me.” He knew what her argument would be, he knew already knew her personality type and had it all figured out. Thomas was leading her down a road that was inevitable. Leanne had no clue.

“You said you wouldn’t be dressed as a woman, and now you are here and dressed as a woman. You said you wouldn’t marry him and you are now married. He will have sex with you tonight. You are his wife.” Leanne stated matter of flatly.

“I am not married, and I’m not his wife,” He stated. “I won’t allow him to have sex with me,” Thomas said very sternly. It bothered her that there was little emotion to his voice. No outrage, or screams of rage. Just an icy cold logic and resolve in his demeanor. Most men would be in complete panic.

“He will have sex with you, and you know it. It is customary. The bride, you two will have an intimate night.” She smiled evilly. “I would get used to the fact if I was you.”

“No, I am not his wife and won’t allow him to have sex with me,” Thomas said.

“He will, what makes you think you can prevent it,” Leanne inquired.

“Nothing, but I won’t allow it, and I don’t have to. You have misunderstood Leanne." Thomas stated with no emotion at all. His voice was soft. "I have said I won’t allow him to have sex with me. I know you and your security and the Duke can overpower me, and force me. He will have sex with me whether I allow it or not. It is not sex then, we are discussing rape. That is what will happen. I won’t allow him to have sex with me.”

Leanne was getting irritated. “It is his right, you are married. It’s not rape, it’s the first night to consummate the marriage.”

“I am not his wife, I never consented. It was forced, I was sold, and I am his captive and slave. I am not his wife.” He stated firmly. “No I won’t let him have sex with me. He will have to force me.”

She shot out, “You are his wife, accept that!”

Thomas smiled at how intense she was. She was very emotional about her job and easily irritated when the logic didn’t go her way.

“I will never accept this. It was forced on me, no one asked my consent, so I am not under any obligation to accept this. You got that, it was forced, so it will continue to be forced. I will be raped tonight. My life has been destroyed, by you Leanne!”

“None of this is my doing. I didn’t put you here. This is your husband and your family’s doing." Leanne saw the depth of the hatred in his eyes. It was no hot rage. Just an icy cold resolve in his eyes. It actually frightened her.

“You are here, you dressed me like this. I told you not to, and you did it. I blame you, Leanne.”

Thomas asked, “Are you happy with your work, does this make you proud.”

“Yes,” Leanne replied. I am very satisfied.

“Would you do this to your son?” Thomas asked accusingly.

“No,” She said. As she cursed himself seeing Thomas smile. Now he knew she had a son.

“You know I don’t want to do this," Thomas said. "and you are forcing me. You are enjoying tormenting and humiliating me.”

“I am just helping you to be beautiful for your husband. That is my job and I focus on appearances. I am an artist.”

Thomas smiled. “You are a sadist. You enjoy a man’s humiliation and suffering. Their pain gives you joy. You enjoy your work, Leanne.”

“Mrs. Cordoba I am only following directions of your husband. That’s it.”

Thomas smiled. It was a creepy, unexpected smile. Not because it showed any malice. It showed no malice at all. “You offered the explanation of all the monsters, we were only following orders. We merely carried out directives from our superiors. We aren’t responsible, we did it but others told us to. I understand, but I don’t accept Mrs. Sterling. That excuse has never been accepted. You can determine right and wrong and when your work creates suffering, you are doing wrong. You would know that, if you had a conscience.”

There wasn’t much to say to that and his position was clear. Leanne would probably have to punish him a lot. Thomas decided to ask, “So you are already calling me Mrs. Cordoba. I bet you were itching to call me that all day since I arrived. Do you mind telling me my entire name? Since I bet he had it changed weeks ago, and of course, no one bothered to tell me or ask my consent.”

“Isabella Cordoba.”

He smiled, “Lovely name. I guess I may as well get used to it, but you will refer to me as Thomas or I will not respond. You may as well get used to that. I guess I am ready to go to the reception now.