It was literally a slap heard round the kingdom. Reginald's family did not look happy and neither did the King and Queen. They saw their potential new tourist attraction going up in flames due to their hot-headed replacement daughter.

They would have been happier had they heard Reginald's parents upbraiding him for creating a scene and possibly scuttling the deal that had been painstakingly worked out over the past day. They reminded him that if he turned 25 and was still unmarried his trust fund would be dissolved and distributed to charity and he'd be broke. That deadline was just weeks away.

Reginald had already had one woman break her engagement with him due to his predilections.

So far the family had managed to keep Reginald's wild life out of the papers but word had gotten around and now none of the girls who were suitable would have anything to do with him despite his trust fund. So much for marriages of convenience.

Grand Fenwick's culture meant that they had no idea about what was going on in modern society so it was one of the few places that didn't know about Reginald. His actions tonight threatened to ruin his last chance to salvage his trust fund. It also threatened a very profitable arrangement with Grand Fenwick.

Reggie didn't know what all the fuss was about. He was just checking that under that gown was a real bubble butt and not one of those bustle things he'd read about that women used to use to hide the fact they didn't have one. And Beatrice's sure seemed to be real. He was sure she wouldn't have slapped him if he'd been groping some metal contraption.

Despite everything Reginald was seriously thinking about dumping this Beatrice and trying his luck in Asia. Maybe Thailand where scandals wouldn't matter, but the family seemed determined that he marry Beatrice. He didn't know the business was failing and needed the exclusive contract with Grand Fenwick to repair their fortune. All he knew was he better make nice with this princess or else.

At the same time Max was getting a lecture from his sisters who saw their positions at court going down with the failed marriage. They softened him up for the queen who said his father could end up as their envoy to Greenland instead of the UK. He could see which way the vines grew. He wondered if there was enough wine to keep him drunk until after the wedding.

So Reginald showed up with a bouquet of flowers which Beatrice, less tha graciously accepted along with his apology for his unseemly behavior. In turn, his apology necessitated a similar acknowledgement on her part that maybe she got carried away, with the emphasis on maybe.

Both put on their best fake smiles and appeared on the balcony so the populace could see their princess was still on course to marry her suitor. The parents all sighed and hoped they wouldn't have to go through this again.

Thus began a round of balls sponsored by the various minor nobility trying to curry favor with their future sovereign. There were also fetes put on by the winegrowers guild, the family bankers and others who had a vested interest in this marriage.

Reginald managed to keep his hands above the waist for the most part, though not without a few lifted hands when they strayed. Max didn't know what Reginald's fascination with her bottom was. He virtually ignored her breasts, which he didn't mind.

He much preferred when his maid played with them when he bathed or dressed. He just wished his member wasn't tucked away beneath his cunny. It was surprisingly sensitive even being hidden and Rose always seemed to think it needed extra cleaning.

As the wedding day approached poor Max spent hours being fitted for his wedding dress which was pink, not white. Beatrice's fixation on pink was well known and she didn't even have to insist on it. Not that Max cared. He'd always dreamed of standing next to his bride not being one.

His sisters wanted to make sure their big brother made the most beautiful bride. In private they teased him endlessly and told him they couldn't wait for the wedding night and his official deflowering.

If that weren't bad enough he had three additional bridesmaids, all daughters of important families. The three were jealous of Max's two sisters, not sure why they seemed to be favorites of Princess Beatrice. In fact Beatrice had never had ladies-in-waiting before until these two country bumpkins came along.

Privately they thought, maybe the king was enjoying a novel dalliance with twins and had foist them on Beatrice to keep them close. At least the bridesmaid dresses would let them display their ample wares for the king. The twins had picked them not realizing the other girls would overshadow them in the decolletage department.

None of them could compete with Beatrice in that area though and she was surprisingly shy about them. They'd heard rumors about how forward she was, especially for a Princess, but she seemed nothing like that. They put the rumors down to jealous rivals.

Suddenly the day was nearly upon them. The Queen summoned Beatrice. She ordered her to report to the crown physician for the required virginity check. Max wondered exactly how that was going to go. Technically he was a virgin, at least as Beatrice but how was he supposed to prove that. He was afraid to ask his sisters so just sent along to see the doctor.

The doctor had him remove his clothes and lie on a table. He then raised Beatrice's legs over his shoulder and taking a small bladder filled with blood inserted it into Max's vagina. He was too shocked to say anything.

"Now you are a virgin. You'll bleed when penetrated so there will be physical proof on the white sheet. The bridal chamber is always thoroughly searched and there is only a bed with a clean white sheet. You both enter naked and afterward you shall hang the sheet out the window to prove you came to the bridal bed a virgin."

Max had heard about this custom but never expected to have to abide by it! It also struck him that he was going to have to have sex with Reginald. Until this moment he really hadn't thought about it. And now he didn't want to think about it.

He wondered how many virgins were really virgins or did they just have a bladder of blood up there. His sisters probably knew. He hoped they wouldn't need them when the time came. At least as Beatrice they stayed close to him and he could watch out for them. They were avidly seeking prince charming, he just wished he could give them his!

The Queen marshalled her forces. A small ballroom had been set aside to prepare Beatrice for her wedding. Beatrice had been awakened at four am and Rose had bathed her and then clad only in a satin robe she was escorted to the ballroom by several of the palace guard who were doing their best not to look at the voluptuous figure of their future queen. They were all glad they wore codpieces or more than one would be sporting an embarrassing erection.

Once in the room she was stripped of her robe. There must have been dozens of women surrounding Max as they began dressing him in hid bridal lingerie. It actually felt quite delicious - until they brought the corset out. They pulled a pink tube of silk over his torso and then wrapped the corset around his body.

They pulled the laces as tight as they could. They even had a tool to help. Max thought these women must spend the rest of their time in the castle dungeons torturing poor souls like himself. They finally stopped but his relief was short-lived as he heard one of them say they'd tighten it some more in an hour. He knew how a sausage felt, stuffed into a wrapper.

The Queen was directing a small army of beauticians when Max insisted they stop for breakfast or he might faint during the ceremony. The Queen grudgingly agreed and toast and jam were sent for. Max did love a good Grand Fenwick grape jam. He should have thought of this before they strapped him into the corset as he longingly looked at the slices remaining.

To be polite he offered the Queen some toast. She blanched and excused herself and while everyone pretended to ignore it, they ould all hear her throwing up in the privy. There was some muttering about the jam not being the best this year. Max thought it tasted just fine.

The Queen returned and the women began to work on his nails, face and hair. Then another round of tightening his corset. He could barely breathe but was surrounded by people prodding, poking and powdering his body.

When the Queen said she was satisfied they brought out the gown. Several petticoats were placed around his waist and then they carefully lowered the gown so as not to mess his hair or makeup. He was ready to be married. His body was, Max wasn't so sure he shouldn't run but his sisters anticipated that and each grabbed an arm as they led him out to the coach he would ride in to the cathedral.

The reason for the early start is Beatrice would travel all about the city with her mother, the Queen, so the crowds could wave and cheer and wish her good fortune. Reginald, the lucky groom, simply waited for her. Max was hoping he might get cold feet. There was no way that was happening as his feet had been held to the fire by his parents and their advisors.

When they got to the carriage the Queen was nowhere in sight. One of her maids came running to say the Queen was indisposed but would meet them at the church. Max was surprised that the Queen wouldn't ride with him. The crowd might take it as a sign of her disfavor. On the other hand the Queen was not a popular monarch so maybe she thought Beatrice would be better of making the circuit alone.

Max was surprised at how happy the crowd was. Little did he know that the castle's wine cellars had been emptied of Grand Fenwick's finest and dispersed all morning. That may have explained some of the more lewd comments shouted by many of the men and not a few of the women. The guards had to beat back a few of Beatrice's more ardent admirers.

When they finally pulled up to the cathedral the horses made their own contribution just as Max stepped out of the coach. Not the most auspicious start as the plop, plop sound reverberated through the square. Even the King waiting on the steps with the Queen had a hard time keeping a straight face and lost it when Max shouted, "it's a great day in the kingdom when even the horses give a shit." The crowd hushed for a moment and then roared with laughter, totally won over by their earthy Princess.

Max had decided he had enough of all this pageantry. He just wanted it over and done with. The Queen, sensing she was about to lose her reluctant Princess, told her husband to rush Beatrice down the aisle as quickly as possible. The small orchestra double-timed the national anthem and the priest wasted no time reciting the marriage vows. Max wasn't even sure he'd said yes before Reginald was bending him backward and giving him a kiss.

Great grapes, he was married, to a man. Max just hoped there was plenty of wine at the marriage feast. There was, but neither Reginald or he were allowed to drink any of it. Performance issues. Apparently there'd been problems in the past. So they were going at this stone cold sober.

The newly married couple couldn't sneak away either. All the women grabbed Beatrice and led her to a room next to the bridal chamber. The men did the same with Reginald.

Max had been stripped by his sisters and pushed into the bridal chamber. Max was on his back on the bed with legs spread hoping to get this over with quickly. Reginald appeared naked from the other side and came to the bed. He grabbed Beatrice's legs and flipped her over.

The next thing Max knew he felt something hard poking between his cheeks and screamed at Reginald, "hey, asshole!"

"I know. I'm trying to find it. If you would just stop squirming!"

"What's wrong with having sex the normal way?"

"Because I'm gay and your pussy does nothing for me but those creamy white globes are like a young boy's and just asking to be split."

"You're gay? Well, bugger me all to hell!"

"I'm trying. If you'd just stop moving!"

"That isn't happening big boy."

Max had to take control or everything up to now was wasted. He stood up and pushed Reginald down on the bed.

"I want you to lie there, close your eyes and think of Eng. . .lish schoolboys."

He did and Max positioned his vagina over Reginald's rampant prick and dropped down.

"That's it Reginald. Keep thinking about those boys."

Max rode him like a horse until the bladder broke but it felt so good he kept going. He'd never expected that. Reginald seemed to be enjoying himself too as they both came. Max rolled over and left Reginald in the wet spot.

The next morning the sheet hung from the bridal chamber's window for the populace to see and a cheer arose.