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The following story contains derogatory language some readers may not find acceptable. Reader discretion is advised.
“It’s not fair!” Dominic fumed as he stomped between the rows of bunkbeds in the dorm. “I don’t want to be a fag wife, I’m a fucking man! With a cock and everything! But noooo, some old fart decided I was to become some man’s fuckhole. Like I would ever be an obedient bitch shaking my ass for cock!”
“Calm down, Dom. There’s nothing we can do.” Ryan did his best to ease his raging friend. He even used the nickname Dominic insisted everyone call him by, though none did. Ryan laid back on the bottom bunk and tried to put Dominic’s predicament into focus. “You get to have a husband and a life outside of the temple. I’m going to be a fag ‘priest’.” He raised his head to look at Dominic, “y’know, a public fuckhole as you so eloquently put it.”
“That doesn’t make any of this ok, Ryan!” Dominic beat his fist against the nearest bunk. His thin arms lacked the power to even make it creak. “Besides, you’ll get fucked behind closed doors here at the temple.”
“You only have to do it once, Dom. Once your marriage is consummated, you’ll never have to do it again.” Ryan was getting tired of Dominic’s tantrum. The priests in communion with Anaki determined what their best life would be. To question the decision was to question Anaki himself. No tantrum would change what the gods knew was best.
“Maybe you’ve accepted that you’re a faggot, but I sure as fuck wont!”
“Dominic” a priest called out as he entered the dorm. “It’s time to get ready, boy.”
“Fuck” Dominic swore to no one in particular. “I’ll see you after the ‘ceremony’, Ry.” Knowing better than to keep the priest waiting, Dominic followed him out the door.
Twiddling his thumbs, Zach sat in the empty priests office waiting. His mind was awash with dread and concern. ‘What if he doesn’t like me? What if he thinks I’m ugly? Will I be able to get it up for him? What if they mock me?!’ The string of questions without answers would not end.
After several hours of waiting, the door to the office opened at last. In walked a very old man with a bald head and a long beard. He moved very slowly and appeared to struggle with each step. Zach jumped to his feet to help but was waved off. “Sit down, boy. I may be old, but I can get to my own desk.”
He sat down at the desk and started rummaging through papers before finding the one he wanted. “Now, lets see. You’re name is Zach, oh. You don’t have a family name.”
“Yes, sir.” Zach answered promptly. “I was dropped off at the temple’s orphanage anonymously, sir. I never knew my parents, sir.” Zach was always respectful. Having no known family or even family name, he was an outcast even among orphans. Being respectful ensured problems never arose.
“That’s quite alright, boy. The temple will give you one this afternoon during the ceremony so that you may create your own legacy.” The priest returned to the paper. “You’re from Nordis, lovely temple there.”
“Yes sir. It is well maintained sir.”
The priest looked at Zach knowingly and continued. “The temple has arranged a paid apprenticeship with an electrician.” He continued before Zach could chime in again. “And you’ll be living in the temple’s apartments for six months while you save up to get your own place with your new fag wife.” He looked up at Zach before continuing. “Are you ready, boy… em, my apologies. Are you ready, young man?”
Zach’s stature shrank down as the nerves hit him once more. “I-I think so, sir.”
“It’s about time you stopped calling me ‘sir’, young man.”
“Yes, s… Um, yes, will do.”
“That’s better. Now then, lets get you ready young man.”
Dominic’s face was flush and getting redder by the moment. He never expected so many people to show up for a wedding between two orphans. Each step he took on shaking legs as he slowly moved towards the alter.
Everyone was looking at him. And why wouldn’t they be? A young 19 year old virgin fag dressed in a see through vail, a tiny chastity device, and a pair of dress shoes was walking down the aisle to become owned by a man. His youthful skin radiated in the afternoon sun as he barely managed one foot in front of the other.
Zach had yet to look down the aisle. Had yet to lay eyes on the man who would become his fag wife. He was to busy replaying the instructions from the old priest in his mind. ‘Stand up straight, shoulders back. And make sure to not lock your knees.’
His fag wife to be finally reached the alter and the priest began the ceremony. Zach finally looked over and was taken away by his beauty. He was short, slender, and pale. His medium length hair was messy and crossed into his eyes, his adorable eyes full of fear and passion and energy. It must have taken so much courage to walk down the aisle so exposed and vulnerable.
Dominic looked over at the man he was to marry to discover him staring. He jerked his head forward again the moment he saw it. He knew that he was being ogled like a piece of meat, a hole meant to be fucked. In that brief glance Dominic could see that his cock was getting hard in his tuxedo pants. Desperate, his mind started planning an escape from this hell.
“Do you, Zach, take Dominic to be your lawfully wedded fag wife?”
“Huh” was all Zach could say. He hadn’t been paying attention to the priest. After a moments pause, he remembered where he was and choked out, “Oh, um, I do.”
The priest turned to Dominic. “And do you, Dominic, take Zach to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Sheepishly and barely above a whisper, he confirmed. Someone near the back hassled him to be louder but the priest ignored it.
“I now pronounce you, man and fag wife.” Turning to Zach, the priest spoke for the last time. “You may now fuck the fag.”
It was Zach’s turn to have shaking legs as he grabbed Dominic’s hand and guided him up the steps. At the top resided a narrow four post bed covered in white linen. He sat Dominic down and attempted to undress. He fumbled with every portion, from the bow tie to the belt. He nearly fell off the stage getting his pants off.
Dominic could do nothing but stare at the man about to take him. Against his best wishes, he was impressed at what he saw. Zach was tall with broad shoulders. A solid chest with a narrow waist. When Zach pulled his underwear off, Dominic’s eyes went wide. His cock was huge! Easily 8 inches and as thick as his wrist! He wondered how he could take that monster.
Now naked, Zach gently pushed Dominic onto his back. Looking down, he saw that his fag wife was wearing a plug with the crest of Anaki on it. He gently pulled it out and felt Dominic shiver. Finally, he climbed onto the bed. Resting his cock at the entrance to Dominic’s hole, he attempted to push in as he knew his must. The hole refused entry. Knowing it must be done, he leaned over to rest on Dominic.
“Will you open up for me, please?” he whispered near Dominic’s ear as he continued trying to get anything inside.
Dominic’s vision was nearly consumed by Zach’s pit. The hair was matted with sweat from the heat of the day. Even without smelling it, he knew Zach had been forbidden to wear deodorant because he was a man. Slowly, Zach’s scent entered him. It smelled… it smelled…it smelled so good.
His head was moving on it’s own as it barely made contact with Zach’s pit. Zach, feeling Dominic’s hole relax a little, understood what he needed to do. He grabbed the back of Dominic’s head and pushed deeper into his pit and heard him inhale deeply.
Dominic didn’t want to feel this way, but Zach’s pit stink was the best thing he’d ever smelled. With each fresh inhale, he could feel his body relax, his mind relax, his will relax until he felt Zach’s cock head enter him. He let out a soft yelp but it was over powered by Zach’s grown of pleasure. Surprising even himself, he didn’t fight back as Zach slid further into him.
Zach managed to slide all the way in. It was nothing like he expected. Dominic’s ass was tight and soft and warm; so very warm. His hand could never hope to compare, and he doubted he could ever go back to pumping his fist. He pulled out a little, and thrust back in.
Dominic’s butt felt a little pain, but no where near what he expected. If anything, he felt full, complete, whole. As Zach completed his first real thrust, the pain was gone. Pleasure filled its place. A soft moan escaped his lips that scared him. It was a full octave higher than his speaking voice, making him feel weak and effeminate and…faggy. He quickly threw his hands over his mouth to prevent another, hoping to retain some modicum of dignity.
Zach grew annoyed with Dominic hiding his moans. He grabbed both of Dominic’s arms and forced them high above Dominic’s head. Looking into Dominic’s eyes, he issued his first command. “I want to hear you moan.”
“B-but…” Dominic tried to plead for mercy, beg for some minicom of dignity, retain any degree of control. Zach responded by thrusting again, harder this time. Another moan, even higher pitched, escaped.
“What I say, faggot?” It was the first time Zach had ever used the word in such a manor. Sure, he’d used it around the temple and seen other men call people fags. This was the first time he’d called someone a fag though. Part of him felt wrong to do it. It was so disrespectful. Another part, a part slowly getting stronger, not only knew it was appropriate but enjoyed it.
Dominic nodded his head, accepting his Man’s order. As Zach thrust into him again, he made no effort to stifle his moans. Each thrust felt better than the last, making his moans louder and more faggy.
Zach was enjoying the fuck and seeing his fag’s cute face, but it wasn’t a good angle. Without a word and without removing his cock, he flipped Dominic over to lay on his stomach. Holding his fag’s shoulders down, he thrust in and groaned. This was so much easier to burry his cock.
Dominic gave no resistance as he was flipped over. In fact, he started arching his back a little more with each thrust, giving his man the best angle on his pussy to please the cock ravishing him so good. Mind lost in lust, he didn’t realize that a warmth had appeared in his butt.
Onlookers cheered as the man powerfully fucked his new fag wife. A mix of encouragements and requests for positions and for a better show.
Zach could hear all of it as he thrust. He wanted to put on a good show. He wanted the audience to appreciate his deflowering of his new fag wife. Moving his hands to Dominic’s upper arms, he picked the fag’s upper body up and turned.
Dominic was now on his knees facing the crowd, but he showed no shame. He could feel Zach’s hands slide down to his wrists, making him lean over the audience naked.
Out in the crowd, Dominic could see Ryan happily cheering him on. The last of his resistance broke as he was completely filled with mindless pleasure. He let them see the lust in his face as his Man’s big cock fucked him for its pleasure. He wanted them to hear each and every moan as the cock thrust over his prostate. He let Anaki know that he was now a happily owned fag wife.
Zach had never felt this good. Power flowed through every vein as he pulled his fag onto his cock with every thrust. There was just one problem, he was getting close to cumming. With one last thrust he roared as he crossed the pleasurable threshold of orgasm, feeling his fag’s pussy throb and contract on his happy cock.
Cum dribbled out of Dominic’s cage and onto a few onlookers. The orgasm was a pinnacle he’d never experienced before. But as it faded, he was still horny. Zach’s cock had yet to be removed when he was pulled close and felt his Man wrap his arms around him.
“Wanna continue this in our new apartment.” Zach whispered into his fag’s ear before lifting him up a little to nibble on his neck.
“Yes please, Sir.”
Zach finally pulled out and picked up his fag wife bridal style. Neither showed any shame in their nudity, or the cum leaking from multiple places as they walked down the steps and through the crowd. Many patted Zach’s shoulder and congratulated him as they passed, but they were ignored. Zach and Dominic were more focused on continuing their romp until both were completely spent.
In the background, the priest could be heard preaching once more. “Behold, another example of the blessings of Anaki, the one true god. The god of pleasure and of the love that can only be shared by man and fag. In the temple…”
His voice was quickly lost to the two as Zach continued walking. Step by step, bringing him and his fag to their new home and their new life together.
Magic Fable 