Princess of Castile

It is the wedding night and the Duke makes some stunning and frightening discoveries about his new bride Thomas. He is forces to acecpt that nothing is as it seems.

The door opened and the shadow of a massive man loomed in the doorway. Thomas could see that the man wore a brilliant scarlet bathrobe embroidered with a family crest. Because the man's face was hidden in shadow, Thomas could only assume that this was his husband, the Duke.

The Duke moved in behind Thomas and embraced him from behind saying, “You look stunning tonight, my princess.”

He stood to Thomas's side as he carefully appraised the young bound man at the end of his bed.

“You are such a beautiful woman.”

The Duke moved closer to Thomas and began sensually caressing Thomas’s false breasts. Thomas felt very uncomfortable standing there in his lingerie with the Duke's hand massaging his breasts as if Thomas were a true woman.

Thomas knew without a doubt that the Duke had already made up his mind to go through with the marriage. He had decided to trap Thomas, consummate the marriage, and humiliate and demean Thomas as much as possible.

Thomas decided to try to plead with him one more time. There were a few things that needed to be said and the Duke needed to hear them. It was probably a waste of time. But, with Thomas standing there in women’s lingerie, hands, and feet bound with a horny man's hand squeezing his breasts, any waste of time was good.

He turned and tried to look serious. His long false eyelashes and exotic eyeshadow only made the hard look in his eyes look soft and very inviting, defeating any of his efforts to look serious. He could feel Jose’s breath on the back of his neck. Thomas silently cursed.

“Duke, Jose, will you please try to listen to me tonight before we start. I have something I need to tell you.”

The Duke didn’t really stop, but he did give his attention to Thomas. Standing beside him, he faced Thomas while his hand made its way underneath the breast form and was now directly squeezing and pinching Thomas's breasts. “Sure, my princess, what do you want to tell me before we begin making love?”

He wished the Duke would stop squeezing his breasts, but he knew the Duke fully intended to have sex with him. There was no way to stop it and no way out.

“I know that no matter what I say, you will have sex with me tonight and trap me in this marriage for your sick pleasure. I am unable to stop anything you will do with me tonight. Nothing I say matters to you. I just want to tell you I don’t want to be your wife. Please listen to me, Jose. I may accept that I am female and this is the life I want. Thanks for giving it to me, but I have no desire to be trapped in an unwanted marriage with a man I barely know. If you do this, I will hate you.”

Thomas was yelling, knowing he had the Duke's attention even as he continued to fondle Thomas’s chest and kiss him.

“Please let me go before this goes too far. If you continue along this course and force me to be your wife, if you rape me against my will tonight, I will hate you forever. You can force me to be your wife, but never in my mind. I will hate you, and sooner or later, I will find a way to destroy everything you love. Is that what you want?”

The only response to his long-winded speech was a forcible full kiss on the mouth. The Duke very tightly gripped Thomas’s face and forced Thomas's face around and deeply kissed the young man. Thomas struggled with the Duke's tongue slithering deep in his mouth. The Duke was a forceful and repulsive man.

The Duke released Thomas's face, but continued messaging Thomas's breasts. He said, “My love Isabella. I know this is difficult. I believe you will adapt and love me as a wife should. You desire to be a woman. In time, you will see this is your place and I will give you everything you desire. You look so feminine and lovely. I truly love you.”

Thomas just glared at him and said, “I fear you. I said what I wanted, do what you want now. I hope you let me go.” He knew the Duke would not let him go.

The Duke kissed him again as Thomas grimaced in revulsion gagging at the man's tongue invading his mouth. “My love, you are my wife now. Why would I want to let you go, why would you want to leave me? I love you more than anything in the world.” The Duke was pinching Thomas’s nipples like he would squeeze and fondle a woman's breast.

“Why? So you can be a nice guy and not entrap and force a woman into an unwanted marriage. Give her dignity and freedom so you can be a nice, respectful guy.”

Thomas looked at the Duke, who was still squeezing his nipple. Then he laughed, “We both know you have no intention of doing that. You don’t care how this will affect me. That’s simply the kind of man you are.”

The Duke's hand was under his bra and breast forms squeezing and playing with Thomas’s soft, underdeveloped breasts and nipples. He nuzzled Thomas's neck loving and caressing the young man's body. The Duke moaned and said, “I love you so much. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!”

Thomas fumed in rage as he was being kissed by the horny, vile Duke. It made him so angry at how helpless he felt, in the face of this disgusting assault. He was bound and restrained with straps, helpless to do anything, but allow this man to continue kissing him.

“I am not your woman,” snarled Thomas. Then he got a tongue in his mouth again that made him gag. The kiss was forceful, and he knew his lips were going to be bruised from the force of the kiss. He choked and gagged in disgust.

The Duke pulled back and said, “Yes, you are my woman Isabella. My woman forever. I love you, my sweet!” Thomas cringed as the Duke began to squeeze and play with his breasts. “Did you receive your enema?”

“Yes,” Thomas wept. “Please, don’t do this.”

“I have to show my love to you, princess. It's required. "Were you lubricated by your handmaiden?”

“Yes, she did, you scum. I hate you!” Thomas hissed. “I hate you for this and I will always hate you!”

The Duke stood back as Thomas said that. The way he said it bothered the Duke. It wasn’t a shout of outrage. There was no white-hot rage. It was said in an icy calm manner. The Duke suspected it was all true. There was a lot that really bothered the Duke about this. Thomas seemed very calm and able to articulate his thoughts even under this sort of stress. He knew he would overcome Thomas. Thomas would become a suitable wife. It would not be easy, but the Duke had never failed. He would not start failing now.

The Duke said, “You don’t hate me. In time you will love me. I will make you beautiful. You will have expensive jewels all over. The women will envy how rich and powerful your husband is. They will envy your beauty. You will see, my love.

Thomas refused to respond anymore. He would be silent for the rest of the night, no matter what the Duke did. He would probably scream when he was penetrated and make involuntary sex noises, but that would be it. The Duke was going to know how Thomas felt about being his wife. If he had no choice except to be the bride to a man, then that man was going to know how unhappy it made him.

The Duke squeezed Thomas's face and twisted his head to face him as he kissed the young man. His tongue slithered into his mouth again as he caressed the feminized man's body. Then the Duke bent lower and pressed his lips against Thomas's exposed neck and began sucking very hard.

Thomas knew this part was coming. He was receiving another hickey to publicly signify that His husband had sex with him again. He silently accepted it as the Duke grabbed his hair tightly to lift his head up to expose his neck. Thomas felt the Duke's lips upon his neck, sucking. It was painful as he sucked and created another dark spot on his neck. Everyone who saw him would see it. It was totally humiliating.

Thomas held his position allowing his husband to give him his next consummation hickey. It was gross, and he cried out in pain when the Duke pulled his hair too hard.

Thomas endured the Duke's foreplay for around another hour. The Duke spent a lot of time pinching and rolling his nipple with the Duke's tongue in his mouth. He stood silently and passive as the Duke was deeply kissing him while playing and pulling his nipple. The Duke stopped and lightly slapped Thomas. That jolted Thomas and he cried out in anger.

The Duke said angrily, “Isabella. This is our wedding night. Our night of seeding. I want you to feel the passion I have for you. Give me your womanly passion and love. When I am kissing you, kiss me back. Moan and move like an aroused woman.”

Thomas glared at the man who still had his hand moving and pinching him beneath his bra cup. He had Thomas in a tight embrace. “How can I give you any passion, you slime? I can’t even move. You had your guards tie my hands and feet to your bed. Do anything you want to me, I can’t stop you, but I won’t give you any passion that I don’t have. I hate you!”

The Duke's answer to that was a more vicious slap that rocked Thomas's head to the side, and the impact resounded across the room. Thomas cried out in pain as lights flashed in his head from the impact. The Duke said louder and more dominant, “Yes, you will give me your feminine passion now. Tell me how much you love me and want to feel my cock inside you.”

Thomas just glared back at the Duke. “No.”

He received another slap that rocked his face. He cried out. Tears flowing from being struck so hard. “Tell me you love me and be a woman for me tonight. Tell me how you want to fill my hard cock pounding inside you.”

Tears were flowing down his face. “No, I won’t. I will never do that. I am a woman being forced into this and I feel no love for you. All I feel is violation., I don’t want to feel you inside me. I hate you. Do what you will, but I won’t cooperate with you.”

Thomas received a series of very powerful, vicious strikes. His face rocked back and forth from repeated slaps. Thomas cried out and cried out louder when the Duke reached down and gripped his scrotum in an incredible grip that felt like a vise. “Tell me you will give me your womanly passion tonight during our love making.”

“Never! Owww. “I will not surrender, you scum. Do whatever you want.”

“If you do not agree to submit and give me your feminine passion as I am giving you mine, I will instruct Leanne to do her worst. She will have you given a very rough testicle massage and a knob polishing by a dominatrix. That is, she will have a woman rub your penis head with a bristle brush while other women squeeze and grip your testicles hard.”

That sounded painful. “So?” Thomas said, still feeling the painful grip on his balls. “I have experienced far worse. Much, much worse than that, and I did not break. When you progress to electrocution, hot irons, beatings, broken bones, and cutting my skin off, then we can talk about my submitting. But I still never gave in to them, and they all died.”

Thomas looked as if he thought the Duke would really do that. Thomas’s short life had already been full of pain and torture. His life had taught him to trust very few people's intentions and expect the worst. He knew what to expect here. He expected nothing but pain and suffering from this man who had proven himself a brutal monster in little less than a day.

“Isabella, I love you, and I need to feel your desire," The Duke said in a more pleading voice. “I love you. I would never do that to my wife. What kind of man do you think I am? I have looked into your past, and there is no such indication of any type of torture you describe. You must be lying.”

“I know what kind of man you are,” Thomas scoffed. He lifted one of his bound hands up, showing the straps on his wrist, restraining him to the bedrails. “You are the kind of man to have someone strapped this way to your bed so they can’t resist when you have sex with them.”

He knew these types of men very well. They would say that they love the woman they beat every night. Those types of vicious men did not know what real love is. They never experienced it in their life. They are clueless. Their love is more like ownership and possession, and they expect their possessions to be thankful for what they do and to obey them. When their possessions rebel or displease them, the result is pain. The men will still insist they love the woman and want her to be respectful. They don’t know what love is and don’t feel love. They feel a darker, more possessive feeling over the woman, but it isn’t love. Love is when you are willing to sacrifice your pleasure to please her.

There was a lot that was hidden behind many classified files, in places the Duke's power could not reach. His authority did not extend past the borders of his own nation and Thomas was not from here. The man seemed oblivious to that fact.

Thomas asked, “Jose, if you looked into my past. How far does it go back? Where was I born?”

He looked at Thomas, “You were born in Spain. The earliest records are from when you were around sixteen, with your father, Craig. He admitted you to school in Barcelona.”

Thomas laughed, “You know nothing of my life earlier than sixteen then. Do you think I was born sixteen years old? Why were there no records before that? Do you not even know my birth date?”

“I don’t know,” admitted the Duke. “It is odd, but there are many reasons. I will figure it out.”

Thomas smirked, “No, you won’t figure it out. There is a reason it is so hidden. Those records are sealed by people with a lot of power. Don’t ask me; I won’t tell you anything until you are ready to hear it. If you are going to abuse me, then you will get nothing.”

The Duke was silent for a moment. It was now clear there were powers much higher that had an interest in sealing this young man’s past. Even he couldn’t access it. Whatever it was, it was something very dark. It had inflicted a lot of pain on him, much more than he could legally inflict upon him. He could use discipline, testicle massages, and brushing. Maybe a few other things, but if it ever came out that the Duke had inflicted outright torture on his wife, a judge and police would have a lot to say about it. If Thomas had the ability to take that much pain and still be defiant, there was little else the Duke could do. It would be fun hearing about how he would resist Leanne. The Duke didn’t like her all that much.

Thomas decided to reveal a little to the man that was holding him. He looked up into the Duke's eyes and asked, “I will show you some of my past if you release me from these bonds. I will show you something.”

The Duke agreed, and unstrapped Thomas’s bonds and released his arms and legs and stood back. Thomas slid one of his white fingerless lace gloves off and turned his wrist up, showing the stunned Duke the last thing he ever expected to see.

On the inside of Thomas’s wrists was a tattoo catholic cross and a series of letters and numbers. It was very clear now. This could be a trick, but the marks on his arms and body showed the evidence of torture. Things that had been dismissed before as self-inflicted.

Those tattoos said that Thomas had been a resident of a rebel concentration camp for catholic prisoners. He was part of the efforts to exterminate the catholic population during the civil war in Castile.

It was a very pissed off Duke who turned to leave the room and call one of his guards. A man came up expecting trouble when the Duke said angrily, “Find Leanne and bring her here at once!”

“Yes, your grace,” the man said and left. He returned a few minutes later with a reluctant and afraid Leanne. The Duke stormed up to her, gripped her arm, and pulled her to a freed Thomas.

He gripped Thomas’s arm and showed her the signs. He demanded in a heated tone, “You saw Thomas nude. How could you miss these numbers? And these marks on his body. Do you have any idea what this means?”

She absently shook her head. “No, I assumed they meant nothing.” Leanne was clueless to their significance.

The Duke said angrily, “It means this was a mistake. There is no hope of us breaking Thomas. He has been through more than we can ever guess. These numbers mean Thomas was a prisoner in a catholic extermination camp. He was tortured by them and if he endured that, what hope do we have of breaking him. You should have shown me these things, Leanne. You have failed!”

Leanne felt hurt. She had no idea what to say now. The Duke was right, but she had never seen marks like these before and could have had no idea what they meant.

Thomas had additional secrets and said out loud, “You have gone through all of this effort, Duke. I am your wife, and you may as well carry it out. You wanted me, after all, and promised to make me into a woman. Don’t let me down? Just be aware that force and intimidation will get you nowhere. I endured much more than you can ever imagine.”

The Duke dismissed Leanne and said they would talk tomorrow. He turned to Thomas and asked, “So what do you want? I am desperate and will give you anything.”

“Power,” Said Thomas. “Give me control over the household for starters. I will ask for more later. I am in charge of Leanne and make me a real woman.

The Duke seemed pleased. “I agree. After the consummation period, I will put you in charge of the entire household. You are in charge of Leanne and her feminization of you. She will follow your commands unless I have some specific request which I will inform you of in advance.

"Think about this, our agreement, and what you want from me after the consummation period. As your husband, I can give you a lot. It can be a very good marriage. I will give you anything you desire. I need your desire too. I will help you heal from what you suffered.”

The Duke's tone was markedly different from when he had been in the process of ravishing Thomas. It was a gentler tone, almost pleading.

The thing that bothered the Duke the most was the way Thomas was looking at him. It had bothered him since he first met the young woman. He didn’t see it at first, but now that look made sense. Thomas saw the Duke and his helpers in the way he saw his torturers at the camp. The Duke didn’t like that one bit.

He looked at Thomas and asked sincerely, “Do you want to remain with me? I will allow you to dissolve this marriage and leave if you seriously want to. Usually, the dowry must be paid back to the groom if the marriage is dissolved, but I will forget everything and let you return to your life if you wish, Thomas.”

That got an even worse hateful look. Oh, now the Duke will let him go. When he had abused him before and had no intention of letting him leave, he knew almost nothing about Thomas. Now that he had found out that Thomas had a very dark past, he had sympathy for him and would let him go.

Thomas wasn’t sure if he believed this man one bit. He sounded sincere, but he had arranged Thomas' abduction and marriage, abusing him at every point. He had abused many other women in the past with no concern for their feelings. The Duke wasn’t really trustworthy.

But Thomas had to remain with the Duke. He had his plan and his orders. This had to happen.

Thomas looked up at the Duke and said, “That's very kind of you, Jose, but I have to stay with you. You agreed to help me become a woman, and I might as well remain your wife. Just treat me better and help me help the others.”

“The others,” questioned the Duke in a confused tone.

“Yes. Others,” snapped Thomas in an angry tone. “There are many other women suffering in unwanted marriages in this country, where they are forced. They have no futures. Everything they were was taken away from them. They lost all rights in the arrangements that no one asked them about. Help me restore their futures”

"Unlike me here, their husbands never found their conscience or heart and don’t care. They need help. Help me help them. And I strongly suspect that another man will be suffering this life shortly. Richard Stone, the owner of Stone shipbuilding and one of the largest builder of Naval Vessels in the United States. His company builds the huge warships of the United States. There have been many others captured that the United States is not happy with. Martin Hastings for one, that owns a huge shipping empire right now, John Hastings, Georges associate and George forced John a while back which lead to Martins captivity in Aragon. The United States is very disturbed by this. Imagine the Reaction if Richard Stone in captured” Isabella giggled girlishly.

"None of this sounds good for anyone.”

The Duke nodded a thoughtful look on his face. “Okay, I agree with you now. What's happening is an atrocity on those men. I will help you with freeing those imprisoned women and the men who will be placed in marriages against their wishes.”

“The nobility of this country has become sadistic, sick, perverted, and cruel," Thomas told him. "They deserve the storm that is coming their way. They have allowed the country to become corrupt and cruel. It has now become a haven for human traffickers like George Hastings. We need to help all of the imprisoned people on this cruel island nation."

He looked narrowly at the Duke. "But what made you suddenly care so much after the things you have done, Jose?

Thomas had that look again. It really hurt the Duke to receive the harsh look that he knew associated him with those that had imprisoned and tortured Thomas in his past.

“I love you, Thomas, and I want to be worthy of your respect even if you can’t love me. I see how I have done wrong. All of those women I hurt will be compensated very well for what happened to them. It hurt me deeply when I found out what happened to you and how you saw me. I don’t want to be associated with sadistic torturers of your past.”

He knew that’s how Thomas viewed him and the people involved. It didn't help that most of their excuses for the things they did amounted to, “I am only doing as I am ordered.” That excuse has been used by so many people in the past. Thomas saw through it and associated them with his torturers that used the same excuse.

Thomas laughed. “You don’t, but you are, and your behavior did that. Maybe if you work hard with me, that image can change, but it will take a lot of effort on your part to change how I view you. You are doing a good job at the moment,” Thomas complimented the Duke, and they embraced each other.

Thomas allowed the Duke to give him a deep kiss. He allowed the Duke's tongue to enter his mouth. It was a softer kiss. This wasn’t a kiss of brutal domination but more like the kiss of an affectionate lover. It was a nice kiss.

The Duke drew back to look down at Thomas. “There are no longer any conditions to our marriage, Thomas. You have your full freedom, and I will grant you access to my funds. If you choose to remain in this marriage and it seems like you have. I can't imagine why.”

Thomas just smiled in a soft feminine way and said, “Thank you. But you have discovered I am transgender. Please call me Isabella. And I want you to help me with Jessica. Do you know her, that woman that met me today?”

“Yes,” He said defensively. “We have met a number of times. She is here to help you.”

“Right!” Thomas said dryly. “I am sure she wants to just help me." He shook his head and continued, "I don’t buy it. Please find out everything about her that you can for me.

"I am your wife and we cannot have divided loyalties. We are married, you married me. If your loyalties are divided between another woman and me, then this won’t work. Whatever agreement you have with her ends now. You and I now have a legal binding agreement that is for life. You also vowed to protect and honor me. Remember? Do they mean a thing to you? Will you honor the vows you gave me to, being a good husband protecting me, honoring me as your wife in marriage? Will be a dutiful, devoted faithful husband honoring me as a good husband should?”

The Duke agreed. “I accept. I will honor you as my wedded wife. I will give you anything within my power to give you. You only have to ask and I will do everything I can to honor you as my wife. We will discuss the terms of the marriage after the consummation period and the bridal banquet.”

The Duke had no idea what Thomas was going to ask for. When Thomas asked, she would get it.

Thomas replied, “Then I will fulfill my obligations as a wife. I will please you as a wife. I will obey you as a submissive wife, in the bedroom. But a wife should not be submissive to her husband. Women are powerful and confident. We are supposed to be in charge of the marriage. I wont be submissive to you for ever. I will regard you as my husband. I will endeavor to be as womanly as I can be for you,” Thomas kissed him. “You will feel my intense passion as a wife.”

Thomas laughed. He knew that he now had taken his own wedding vows and that he was bound to them. He had meant it, which meant he had to carry them out. At least he would his get His husband's loyalty in return. Jose would know that he was bound to them too. If he acted dishonorably to break those vows, it would remove Thomas from his.

Then Thomas added, “I don't really know how to conduct myself as a woman or a wife. Can you have Leanne instruct me?”

The Duke was still caressing Thomas, but much more gently than before. He thought for a few seconds before agreeing, “You have a point, Thomas. This was a role you were never taught how to do or expect. I will hire additional help to instruct you on how to conduct yourself as a woman in society. Leanne can't do that, and, remember, you are in charge of her now.”

“I thought that was Leanne's area,” Thomas pointed out.

“Oh, no no,” the Duke replied. “Her area is your presentation and discipline. She is your principle handmaiden. She sets your daily schedule, disciplines you when needed, and dresses and makes you pretty.

"Your conduct and feminine mannerisms to be a convincing woman are not her job. She doesn’t have the background train you to conduct yourself as a woman. That is not her area. I will find someone that specialized in feminizing men's behavior. If I do this, will you follow that woman's directions?”

“Yes,” replied Thomas. “I will expect you to fulfill your part of the agreement.” Thomas glared at the Duke in warning and said quietly, “You better fulfill your part of our bargain.”

That made the Duke feel like needles of ice were traveling down his spine. Thomas’s whisper was more threatening than any scream. It froze him for a brief second before he regained control. He said firmly, “You can trust me, Isabella. I am a man of honor and will fulfill everything.”

Thomas snorted, “Yeah I have seen your honor. Marry someone bound in handcuffs and gagged after he was forcibly abducted and prepared for you. Then having me bound to your bed. So honorable. We will see, but forgive me if I don’t trust you right now.”

The Duke nodded and replied, “I don’t blame you for mistrusting and fearing me, my princess. I will prove my honor to you. I hope in time that you will forgive me.”

“Make sure that you do,” Thomas whispered, using that threatening quiet tone again that sent ice shards down his spine. “Do whatever you want with me, I will submit as a woman should submit to you. I will do it. Just make it worth it. You will give me what I ever I desire. You had better see that you do. You are the one I took the Vow with. I vowed to serve and submit to you, my beloved Husband.” Thomas kissed his husband.

Thomas said, “Since I was cheated at our fake wedding. I will take my own vows during the Banquet. I will publicly proclaim my love and commitment to you if you endeavor to earn it. In front of everyone, I will formally declare my acceptance of you as my Husband.”

He still was not sure what to think of Thomas. He knew Thomas was very beautiful and desirable. But he was not what his family said he was.

Thomas’ mother had told him that Thomas was a sissy looking for a strong man, fearful and would very quickly submit to being feminized. It seemed he was fed a load of lies. Thomas was anything but weak, he wasn’t afraid of anything that the Duke could tell. Thomas fought and now only agreed to give his submission in exchange for something.

It seemed that Thomas was someone who took Vows and Oaths very seriously. In that case, this was going to work and he was going to have a very beautiful and faithful wife that would obey him in the bedroom. The Duke knew that it was going to cost him dearly. But that didn’t matter, nothing came free.

He paid a lot for Thomas, but he paid Thomas's sister and his family. He was going to have to pay Thomas too, that was to be expected. Thomas was his wife, so his prime concern should be his wife's desires. That was marriage and the Duke knew it.

He was getting hornier and said to Thomas, “Good that we now agree. There is one more thing that I need to know. I am guessing that Craig isn't your true father, and you weren't raised with them. What is your true name, Thomas?”

“Isabella Cordoba,” Thomas replied with a smirk. “But, if you want the name I was raised with, that is fine. I was born as Alejandro Primo De Rivera.”

The Duke had heard the Rivera name before. They were a very powerful and vicious family in Castile. The name sent ice shards running down his body again and he began to wonder if he would end up with his head detached from the rest of his body. The Duke began to feel real fear now.

Changing the subject, he said, “Let’s proceed with the first night of seeding my love. I can’t wait to experience your passion. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Thomas had agreed to submit and be a woman for the Duke, so he had to go through with this. There was no other possible reply to that now. He had to accept it.

Thomas smiled seductively and said in an alluringly feminine voice, “So I sit on a chair the whole night waiting for you and I lean over the side of the bed when you are having sex with me, is that about right?”

The Duke nodded.

“Kiss me like a man kisses the woman he desires. Show me your love, my husband, Jose.”

The Duke pulled Thomas in and kissed him roughly. The Duke gripped Thomas head, grabbing handfuls of his curls. He dove in for a rough dominant kiss. Thomas endured the rough assault and his hair hurt from being gripped so hard by the Duke. He stiffened as he felt the Duke's tongue force its way inside his mouth.

He tilted his head back as he had seen women do when getting deep passionate kisses from their boyfriends. He slid his own tongue inside the Duke's large mouth. He tasted the Duke's mouth and swirled his tongue around. He tightened his lips around the Duke's tongue, sucking on it and kissing the Duke back.

To Thomas, it was grotesque, but necessary. He had to kiss the Duke like a wife would accept intimacy from her husband. Thomas said to himself, ‘I am a woman. This is what women do.’

Thomas kissed his man. It was a deep and affectionate feminine kiss. Thomas felt the sensuality as he seductively swayed his body and seductively ground and moved his body against His husband's as they kissed passionately. He did his best.

He whispered in his husband's ear, “Take me, my husband, I am ready.” Thomas knew he was anything but ready. He wanted to do anything but this. But he knew that if he didn’t submit, that there could be no marriage and he would get nothing. His mission would fail.

His husband whispered, “Are you sure, Isabella?”

Thomas shook his head no, but said, “Yes, make me your woman tonight.” His mind screamed, NO.

His words felt like a demeaning betrayal of himself as a person and as a woman. It felt like he gave his man permission to use him as an object. He gave this man permission after everything he did with so little consideration to Thomas’s feelings on the matter. He had said it. He told the man he had just met today to have sex with him and make him a woman. There was no getting around that. He would show this man his feminine strength later.

The Duke replied, “Yes. I am ready for you, my bride.”

Thomas groaned in fear and disgust at what he had just given this man permission to do. He hated it. He saw the Duke open his robe and let his penis hang freely. He had seen the enormous thing before. It had filled mouth when he sucked on it before. The Duke stood there with the enormous two-inch wide shaft hanging down from its own enormous weight pointing at the floor. The two balls hung freely, each one as big as Thomas' entire package. The Duke was an impressive man. Thomas felt some fear as he stared at the huge penis that was about to violate him. Thomas felt a tear roll down his face.

He said, “I can't wait to fill that cock fill me. Make me your woman, and I will love you.” Thomas braced himself as the Duke positioned himself behind Thomas and began rubbing his body and squeezing his breasts.

Thomas stood still in his sexy bridal lingerie as the Duke tightly embraced him from behind. The Duke placed his large penis against one of Thomas's thighs that was encased in satin floral stockings. He began sawing his penis along the inside of Thomas's thigh.

Thomas cringed in disgust. The penis was huge and only partially erect as it stroked across his thigh. He saw the penis stiffen slowly as the Duke moved the penis in and out between his thighs. The Duke positioned his penis closer to the juncture of Thomas's thighs, along the silky bottom of Thomas's thong panties. He hated this.

Thomas couldn’t help but feel fear as he felt the penis slowly grow and harden as it rubbed back and forth across the bottom of his crotch. He saw the head appear and disappear as it moved back and forth from between his own thighs.

This felt so wrong to him so Thomas stepped forward and turned to face the large Duke and said with a sensual smile, “Jose, my beloved husband. Let's mix things up tonight. I know I am supposed to just lean over helpless on the bed as you do your thing."

“What do you mean?” The Duke said in alarm. “This is the way the custom is done. This is your submission to my will.”

Thomas stated, "We can do it another way.” He pulled the Duke to him and gave him a full sensual hot kiss on the mouth. They stayed in each other's arms probing each other's mouth for over a minute and then Thomas knelt in front of the Duke and began massaging the Duke's cock in his soft sensual hands.

The Duke watched as Thomas massaged his large cock in his feminine, painted hands. His gleaming nail polish and glitter wrapped around his large penis was so hot. Then Thomas leaned forward and began massaging the penis with his face and tongue. The penis grew hard under Thomas’s attention and then he opened his mouth and began sucking it until it was fully hard and ready.

With the Duke's penis ready for tonight. Thomas stood up, smiling. He said, "I think you are ready to take me.” Then he went to the bed and pulled off his white lace thongs and leaned over and spread his arms.

“Yes, I am ready to become your woman forever, my husband.” Thomas sensually swayed his ass side to side and gave the Duke a very sensual feminine smile, making the Duke groan with desire.

He rubbed the head of his cock against Thomas’, making Thomas groan in fear. Thomas cringed when he felt the massive head of Jose's penis rubbing in-between his butt cheeks. He felt so disgusted at the sensation, it was like dozens of spiders crawling on him. The head of Jose's penis rubbed up and down inside his butt cheeks.

Shame overwhelmed him. There he was in sexy bridal lingerie, all made up like an alluring woman for her husband on her wedding night. He was bent over the bed with his husband behind him. He was in the proper position to be penetrated with his husband's penis probing his anal opening. And he had accepted it willingly. He had made a deal with this man to be as submissive and womanly as possible. He leaned over the bed in the proper bridal custom for the Three Nights of Consummation. His arms were already spread.

Thomas said, “I am ready, my husband. Take me now and make me your wife.”

Then he whispered, “Please be gentle, I have never done this before, especially with a man as large as you.” He knew tonight was going to be painful, degrading, and he was never going to be able to feel like a man again. Not that he ever really did feel like a man. That was the point of him being transgender.

He was also going to be filled with this man's semen. A man he hated. He did his best to relax and keep his anus loose, to ready to be easily penetrated. This was a very demeaning position to be in. He prepared himself for the final event as best he could. Leaning over the bed took some of the weight off the balls of his feet. The heels were painful to stand in for this long.

It suddenly happened all at once. He felt the agonizing penetration. The head slipped just inside his anal cavity. Thomas let out a very high pitched, girlish scream as he was penetrated by his husband's penis. The pain shot through him and his scream was uncontrollable.

It was the most vile, disgusting feeling. It really felt like a rape. The pain was intense. It was a physically painful events and the emotional pain of the penetration was even worse. He could do nothing but sob uncontrollably as he felt the head of the penis stuck just inside him. It wasn’t very deep, only an inch, and that was it. Even with the extreme amount of lube Leanne had squirted inside him with the special device, his ass wasn’t ready to allow the full penetration yet. It was too tight.

His husband groaned in pleasure. Thomas was jumping up and down in pain as his body thrashed around. He knew there was no way to stop the pain. This was his introduction to anal sex. Thomas had agreed to accept this as a woman. But he felt like he was betraying what it meant to be a woman. The Duke's hands were on the small of his back, holding him down.

Thomas felt the Duke's body tense up and shove another two inches of his massive penis inside him. Another high-pitched cry escaped Thomas's mouth. It was a humiliating sound as he felt the Duke’s penis force its way deeper into him.

Thomas cried and sobbed as the Duke embraced him. The man's penis already three inches inside him, The Duke felt the need for further intimacy wrapped his arms around the young man. With a mighty shove, the penis forced its way another two inches in him.

Thomas cried out in pain again. He began to sound like a porn star with his high-pitched feminine cries coming from his mouth. It filled him with deep shame. He looked across the room at the mirror on one of the walls and he saw how humiliating he looked, almost like a woman with her man behind her. He saw the enormous penis stuck almost halfway into him.

Thomas cried out, “Owww! Please, Jose, pull out of me! Please! This hurts too much, I can't take it! Please stop, and let’s do this later?”

The Duke caressed Thomas's head in a loving odd way compared to the brutal humiliating assault he was enduring.

“It will get better, my love don’t cry. I am almost halfway in you and we must finish the initial consummation. I must make love to you tonight, consummate our marriage. It will be much easier after the first time. Easier, my beautiful princess. Are you ready for me to go a little deeper? I am trying to make it slow and gentle as I can, but we must do this tonight. It will be the first of many times. This is what it means to be my wife.”

Thomas thought about it and knew the Duke, But the Duke was wrong. The Duke may think this is what it means to be a wife. But it wasn’t. It was just what the Duke thought of women. Thomas forced his anal muscles to loosen up and said to his husband, “I am ready for you to go deeper. It really feels so good, fuck me deeper my love.” He sounded so feminine that when he used that tone, he sounded like a natural woman. His voice was indistinguishable from any other woman. He winked back at his husband. “Your wife is ready for your cock to go deeper.”

Thomas felt his husband tense and pull him to shove his penis another 2 inches. Thomas screamed and cried again. The penis was now deep inside him. The Duke moaned in pleasure and said, “You feel so good Isabella. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Thomas replied.

The Duke pulled back. Thomas felt the violating penis pull almost completely out of him. Thomas wasn’t deceived, he knew what was coming. With one brutal, massive shove, the Duke's hips slammed into Thomas’s butt cheeks. The penis was forced in too its entire eleven inches. The pain was almost unbearable and Thomas screamed as loud as he could. He felt like he was splitting. The violation felt even worse. Then the Duke pulled back and began brutally fucking Thomas. He was being fucked by a man and he could do nothing about it. It was the most disgusting feeling he had experienced. Thomas just cried in between grunts; when the Duke pushed in, Thomas grunted.

The room was filled with the humiliating feminine sex sounds from Thomas. Uhh, slap, uhh, smack, uhh smack. It was a very demeaning feeling. Thomas knew that he had to submit to the Duke, so he began shoving his hips back, meeting the Dukes vicious thrusts. The steady rhythmic sounds of the Duke's hips against Thomas’s butt cheeks were heard around the room.

“Yes, Jose, Fuck me harder, deeper. Make me feel like your woman!”

Thomas was now being fucked and there was nothing he could do about it. He maintained the position learning over the bed. The Duke's thrusts were vicious and painful. His entire body was rocking back and forth, the bed was swaying with each thrust. It was so painful that Thomas began screaming in a high pitched feminine tone.

The Duke began to change his rhythm. He pulled back until only his tip was in Thomas, then brutally slammed his cock in for its entire length, then pulled back again. Each thrust shoved Thomas forward against the bed, the backstroke pulled him back to thrust forward again. The pain was intense and incredibly demoralizing. All he could do was accept it.

The pain caused him to focus his anger even more. He silently swore that everyone who had a hand in this, especially Leanne, would pay, no matter how long it took. Leanne would never be free of him. Leanne had to pay for what she had done. He had accepted this, but Leanne didn't care and she would have forced this on him regardless.

She had done this to another man, and he began wondering how horrible this was to a man that was really a man. A man that lived a heterosexual lifestyle and was suddenly forced into this. That must be the worst kind of treatment. She Leanne had done this before and would likely do it again if she could. She did have a serious price to pay. He hated that woman with a passion.

Thomas laid over the bed for more than forty minutes as Jose had sex with him. It was a vicious pace and it hurt. He could do nothing but lean over the bed and accept it.

The pace slowed at times, drawing out and in at a slow, steady pace. Thomas figured it was to enjoy the feeling of his ass massaging the Duke's cock. He did not think of the possibility that Jose might be trying to pleasure Thomas as well. It was a slow, steady motion at times, then it would quicken to a more vigorous pace that shook Thomas and forced him against the bed with each thrust.

At around the fifty-minute mark, the pace became more intense. The Duke was slamming the small man as hard as he could, drawing his penis out and then thrusting in. Thomas thought that the Duke was preparing for an orgasm. He wanted to tell the Duke to stop, but he knew it would do no good.

He prepared himself for the final disgust. He cried out, “Fuck me, Jose. Cum in me and make me feel like a woman. Harder, I want to feel your cum in me.”

The Duke cried out in pleasure. He yelled as his rhythm became most intense. Sounds of their pleasure could be heard outside of the door and probably though the entire house. The sounds of two people connecting through sex. The sounds the two of them were making could have been between a husband and wife having conventional sex.

Then time stopped as Thomas felt The Duke’s orgasm. He felt the Duke's penis deposit a load of his warm thick semen deep inside his bowels. The warmth of the fluid spread within him.

The Duke pulled out, allowing some of his semen to drip down his ass cheeks and down the back of legs. Thomas choked, trying to keep from vomiting over what had just happened. It was a truly revolting feeling. A man he had just met and that repulsed him had just used him in a disgusting way.

Thomas felt even more humiliated as he let the Duke kiss and caress him for a passionate few minutes. He kissed and nuzzled Thomas in the afterglow of a satisfying orgasm. Thomas took it, whimpering and sobbing. Then the Duke silently slid a chair over for Thomas to sit in. Thomas sat in it, feeling the pooling semen run out of him as the Duke slid into bed. Thomas laid his head down on the edge of the bed. The Duke gave him a pillow, and Thomas thanked him.

Thomas laid there silently for about ten minutes before he silently surrendered to the humiliation he had just endured. He sobbed and cried, trying to get a grip over himself. He needed to talk to the Duke and discuss a few things, but Jose Duke looked like he wanted to sleep.

Thomas laughed to himself and ensured that there would be no sleeping tonight. He said, “My husband ... Jose. We need to talk about this marriage. Our places in it, what we will do, and things I expect from you. Now that the deed is done, can you give me your full attention and explain some things?”

The Duke jumped and then looked at his wife. He was tired, but that was tough shit. Thomas didn’t give a damn.

The Duke said, “Of course, my love, what do you want to talk about?”

Thomas looked down at his shoes. He felt sick. The cooling semen running out of him was totally gross.

“Jose, I feel used. I feel more humiliated than anyone has ever made me feel before. I know that I agreed to submit to this sickening ritual you have in this little prison island nation you have here.”

The Duke did not respond. He was relaxed in his bed, just watching his wife and waiting for a point.

“Thank God that I am not really a man, just imagine how I would feel as a man enduring this. But I am a woman and we are stronger. You have done it, had sex and ejaculated in me. That makes this marriage real and official. I am your wife, you are my husband, and this is what I agreed to.” Thomas looked down as a tear rolled down his face. His makeup was messy, Thomas had obviously been crying a lot.

The Duke replied, “Isabella, my love. You are lucky you aren't a man going through this. It would be devastating to you and I knew that. That’s why I chose you and I knew that you were strong enough. That's why I insisted and strongly suggested that you allow me to transform you into a total woman.”

“I am a woman and this is what women have gone through forever,” Thomas said accusingly. “As a woman, I still don't really like you at all. I feel nothing but disgust for you. I also feel it is very wrong to force men to go through this. I can imagine it is ten times worse for a man having to change his entire identity, his sex for another man's desire. I feel sorrow for those men. But I was never much of a man.”

“You are right,” The Duke admitted. “You are not be much of a man. I will be there to help you, my love.”

Thomas wiped a tear out of his eyes as he sniffled. “I don’t want your help on this.” He sobbed. “How can a man help me become more womanly. I want your help with something else,” his voice rose.

The Duke scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. He moved around to embrace Thomas tightly to comfort him. “I know this will be a difficult transition in your life. I will be here to help you.” He kissed Thomas on the forehead while gently caressing the young man’s face. “I do love you very much. So what do you want my help with?”

A very serious look overtook Thomas as he looked right into the Duke's eyes, “It has to do with my sister Katherine. She has been so cruel and she thinks what is happening to me is funny. She is enjoying this way too much and I want to teach her otherwise. It just occurred to me that you, and your family, have become her family now. I want your help to teach her a lesson that she will never forget. She sold me after all. She deserves this.”

The Duke had a feeling where this request was going. And he had long known that women could be much more vindictive to each other than a man could be. A woman's idea of revenge could be totally vicious. The Duke smiled to himself and he had a feeling that Katherine would regret selling her sister. He knew this from the moment she signed the papers. He also saw the totally sadistic, wolfish smile on Thomas' face. “What exactly are you asking of me, Isabella. I have a feeling, but just tell me what you want.”

“I want you to find a suitable and very domineering husband for my sister Katherine and arrange a forcible marriage for her like what was done to me. One where she loses total control over her life and her choices and everything is transferred into the hands of her new husband. I want to see that happen to her, just like she watched it happen to me,” Thomas said harshly in a tone that made even the Duke afraid.

“Yes, I will do this for you,“ replied the Duke. “But are you sure you want to do something so cruel to your own sister? You must be absolutely sure of this, Isabella. Once the contracts are signed, there is no way to stop it. It will be done and you no longer have any say in the matter. It will be done and your sister's life will be ripped apart. You must be totally sure this is what you want to do. You can’t have second thoughts once the contracts are signed. Things will be set and will happen then.”

“There are no second thoughts on this,” Thomas replied cruelly. “She gladly watched it happen to be. I want to return the favor and watch her life be ripped apart. Make it happen for me, and I will be eternally grateful to you.”

The force that Thomas said that was surprising. Thomas could be very cruel and Jose was coming to fear what Thomas was capable of at this point.

“Okay, I will make it happen. I have a few men in mind who would be suitable. They are totally domineering and have an idea of what women are good for. I will contact them for you after the three days. Then I will contact our attorney and have the contract and funds drawn up. Just don't think of having second thoughts by that point. Really think about this, Thomas. This isn't something to go into lightly, on the spur of the moment of anger. Really consider what you want done to your sister.”

“This is better than my other thoughts," Thomas said bitterly. "I thought of having assassins hired.”

Then the Duke looked into Isabella’s eyes longingly and asked, almost pleaded. “Do you really think you can ever really love me as a wife, Isabella. Do you think that is really possible?”

“I just don’t really think so,” Thomas replied. “After what you did, so suddenly, so cruelly. If you gave it time then possibly. But having me captured, drugged, forcibly dressed, confronting Leanne, the reception, forcing me to suck you, after having just met you and then having sex with me tonight after I just fucking met you this morning. I seriously doubt I can ever really feel any wifely affection for you as a husband, Jose. I doubt it’s possible at this point. You fucked it up. But as any other wife in such a marriage, I can pretend for you, and for the public. But know it’s all for show, and it is bullshit. In truth, I will revile you as a monster.”

The Duke looked sad, hoping, and said. “I hope that you will feel differently in time.”

“It isn’t likely,” Thomas said. “But I want to know what will happen tomorrow. What can I expect?”

The Duke was deep in thought. His mind was slow tonight, the day had been such a rush from dawn. Preparations for the wedding, assembling the people and guards and everything.

He looked at Thomas and said, “I suspect we will have sex one last time early in the morning when we wake up. I will give you a choice to bathe with me or Leanne's attendants. Then you will prepare to meet your family around noon. Oh and remember, your face cannot be seen by anyone else but me and Leanne. You will be wearing your Bliss Mask.

“Bathing,” Thomas asked, almost pleading. “What do you really mean?”

“Yes,” The Duke said. “You are my wife. We can bathe together, or if you would rather have attendants bathing you, then that will be arranged.”

Thomas sniffled a little. “I think I would prefer you to bathe me than have other strangers bathing me. We can bathe together.”

The Duke smiled and said kindly, “That would be nice, and I will be easy on you tomorrow. I won’t make things too humiliating for you.”

“Can you explain the meeting with my family tomorrow,” asked Thomas.

The Duke said, “This will probably be very embarrassing for you. Part of the meeting is to confirm to the mother of the bride that we had sex, officially consummated the marriage. Her agreement and confirmation has a legal standing. So she will have to ask you and make it very clear, that we had sex. I had anal sex with you, I ejaculated in your ass. I had sex with you and did it.

"That will make it legally binding that you are my wife. I am sure they will want to know more, especially your sister. She seems to have a very dirty mind. I think she is enjoying that her brother is forced to be a wife to another man. It excites her.”

Thomas whimpered, “Oh no. I have to tell all of them?”

“Yes, I am afraid so,” the Duke confirmed. “Now, can you tell me what you want to know about Jessica?”

“Yes,” Said Thomas. “I want to help Jessica-“

The Duke's eyes looked up sharply. “What?” he said, startled. “Are you serious? Help Jessica? In what way?”

“I assume my father forced her to marry him, he abused her, and cheated her out of everything,” Thomas said. “I want to share a lot of what I have in my trust with her. She deserves it.”

The Duke chuckled. “That’s what you think?” he said mockingly. “If you are serious, we can discuss it after the consummation, and I will approve a transfer from your trust and assets to her.”

“Of course,” confirmed Thomas. “I know how my father treated women. It wasn’t right, and she deserves to be compensated. A man shouldn’t do that to a woman.”

The Duke was utterly confused now. He had been told that Thomas was a sexist asshole. He thought women deserved to be treated that way. They were made to submit. The Duke agreed. Here was Thomas, feeling bad for a woman his father badly hurt and molested. It didn’t make any sense.

Thomas went on to explain. “I was only like that so Craig would accept me. I never really believed women were supposed to submit. Women are stronger and have a much more fierce will than a man. Women are meant to rule. We are supposed to be in charge. I want to know more about Jessica.” Thomas said to the Duke.

“I am sure you will learn a lot more about Jessica. I will see what she really is,” The Duke said. “If not, I will tell you. I think you are smart enough to see through her.”

“Jose,” Thomas asked. “What will we do after the lunch with my family? Is there anything else planned?”

“Yes, I have my appointments and duties,” The Duke replied, looking at Thomas. “And you have a few people to meet. You are to meet Jessica again. She has agreed to help you. The rest is up to you. Remember, you are in control of your choices. Leanne has been told that and I will inform her again tomorrow.”

The Duke laid his head down. He shut his eyes, silently shaking his head. Thomas was funny, strong, and very determined. Jose felt bad for whoever inspired Thomas' anger.

He knew now that this marriage was not going to be simple and it would cost the Duke a lot. Surely, his anger would be directed at him and it would have a serious, painful cost. The Duke was strong and could take it. Thomas wanted to hurt his sister. Well, she was a bitch and deserved it. Selling her own brother, that was despicable. The Duke had no problem helping Thomas in that. The Duke was astounded at how easily Thomas referred to himself as a woman. He had embraced his womanhood fully.”

Thomas had drifted off to an uneasy sleep. He knew it would be a busy, traumatic night. It was around two hours later when he was awakened by movement across from him. He looked up to see the Duke shifting and standing up. He smiled at Thomas as he stood up. The Duke had a raging hardon. Thomas groaned and stood up, leaning over the bed in the customary position for a wife on the first night. Thomas smiled a sensual womanly smile and said in a sweet seductive voice, “I am ready for you, my husband. Make me feel like a woman.”

He watched his husband stand up and walk around the bed. He was sporting a raging huge hardon. He watched Jose rub himself until he got fully hard. When Jose was ready, he moved around behind Thomas. Thomas prepared for the violation, dreading it. He waited for what Jose would do.

‘My husband,’ Thomas thought. ‘It is so humiliating that this man is my husband. To acknowledge this man as my husband. To call him, my husband is so humiliating and disgusting. He is legally and socially now my husband, I may as well admit it to myself.’ Thomas wondered how many women were in the same situation he was in now with an unwanted husband forced upon them. Thomas was leaning over the end of the bed, waiting.

His husband positioned himself behind Thomas. Thomas prepared, keeping himself loose for his husband. It came quickly. With one brutal thrust, the entire length of the Duke's penis drove deep into Thomas with a single motion. It slid in smoothly, not like the first time when it required more time to penetrate him fully. This time was easier.

The Duke said softly, “That was much easier, Isabella. You are doing much better.” The sensation his cock was receiving from Thomas' unwilling rectal muscles caused him to let out a very satisfied groan. He began to slowly fuck Thomas.

For his own part, Thomas was moaning and moving his hips in response to the Duke's rhythm, trying to help stimulate his husband's cock. He moved his hips back to meet his husband’s forward thrusts.

Thomas moaned like a woman and cried out, “Yes, my husband, fuck me and make me feel like a woman. I love your cock. Go deeper in me, my love. Make it harder, Yes, oh Yes, show me how virile you are.”

Thomas was trying his best to get himself in the feminine mindset where he might be able to emotionally accept sexual contact from this man. He was moving his hips with his husband's rhythm and shouting cries of passion and love as a woman.

But it wasn’t working. Thomas still felt the intense violation and disgust at the sexual contact with this man. It still made him feel gross and disgusting as he was being fucked by his husband. Jose may be his husband in name, but he would never be accepted as Thomas’s husband in spirit. As his body rocked back and forth from his husband’s thrusts, he cried, “Yes! Fuck me harder, Jose. I am your woman!”

The thrusts were very slow and deep at first. Jose was not going for another orgasm. He was enjoying the stimulation of penetration in Thomas’s anus. The Duke pulled almost all the way out of Thomas and thrust back in very slowly. It was slow and very methodical, enjoying the sensation and sex with Thomas. Thomas cried out, but hated every minute of it. He listened to his husband's praises, telling him how good he was, and his moans of pleasure. The Duke was thrusting in and out, rocking Thomas with the motion.

The thrusts grew more violent as time slowly passed. Thomas’s sore body was still rocking back and forth from the Dukes slow thrusts. The Duke's thrusts became more violent after an hour until they were at a frantic vicious pace. The Duke’s pelvis was violently slapping Thomas’s butt cheeks with each thrust. The Duke's cock violently impaled Thomas each time. Thomas’s body was thrust violently against the bedrails each time. The impact forced Thomas up on the toes of the stilettos he was wearing with each violent thrust. The Duke pulled back, pulling Thomas’ body back with him, making a distinctive clicking sound when his spike heels went down on the hardwood floor. The thrust forced the entire bed against the wall. The violent sex sounds must have been heard through the entire manor. Thomas kept crying enduring words of love as his husband quickened his pace even more.

It had been going on for two hours when, suddenly, the Duke gripped Thomas tightly, pressing his body into Thomas’s. He let out a passionate cry as he ejaculated a massive load of semen deep into Thomas. Thomas slumped over the bed, totally disgusted. He must have accepted five full loads into him today. The Duke pulled his cock out of Thomas and another load shot onto the surface of his ass cheek and ran down his leg into his shoe.

The Duke pulled Thomas up into a passionate embrace, furiously kissing and caressing Thomas. He lifted Thomas’s chin up and began to suck hard on the young man's neck. Thomas arched back more, offering himself to the Duke the way he saw women leaning their heads back for their boyfriend's satisfaction. He felt another dark spot form on his neck. He now had three hickies to show. He shut his eyes in humiliation. Leanne would really get a kick out of it in the morning.

Jose kissed him deeply and went to lay back down. Thomas kept that position a few minutes more, feeling the semen run down the back of his thighs. It went down one leg and ran into his shoes. His feet were wet with his husband's sperm. He laid his head on the pillow and began sobbing.

Jose woke up another time for a long, intense session of sex. That was even longer, about three and a half hours of intense vicious pounding. Thomas did his best to get into it, moving his hips like a woman, to meet his husband's thrusts.

He cried out in passion, encouraging Jose to fuck him harder. It was degrading and felt like a violation of his womanhood. He endured the relentless pounding of Jose's cock that slammed into him like a piston pounding him. His heels were clicking with every backstroke. The bed was rocking and hitting the wall with every thrust.

Thomas’s feminine cries filled the room. “Make me a woman!”

They were both exhausted by the time Jose ejaculated and they spent another ten minutes necking and kissing each other. Thomas received his fourth hickey.

The sun rose, filling the room with his orange glow of morning. The Duke went behind Thomas to fuck him one last time. It was quicker this time as he worked at a furious pace, having a quick ejaculation in Thomas before the day began. Thomas knew it was a quickie. He had done it to women at times before he left for the day. This session lasted from about twenty minutes. Thomas accepted the two shots of semen that spilled down his ass and legs, then accepted the hickey that signified it. He began crying as Jose kissed him.

“My love,” The Duke said. “I have to leave to meet some people and prepare for our day with your family. Do you want to bathe with me?”

“Yes,” Thomas said quietly.