My Cuckold Wedding

Note - this is a piece of fiction. The characters are not real. The scenario is purely a fantasy and does not describe any actual relationship. Laurel is not my actual wife. Enjoy!

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I stood at the altar alone with Rev. Carl, the minister, looking out at the wedding guests. It wasn't a large wedding, still to me it seemed there were a lot of people looking at me. I saw my parents and my brother, as well as a handful of cousins, all with big smiles on their faces. My family had approved of Laurel as soon as they met her. My father and my brother kept telling me how lucky I was to be marrying her. On the bride's side of the aisle there were many more guests than on my side. There were far more men than women on her side, all of whom appeared tall and fit.

Music began to play and soon the first of my groomsmen began to walk down the aisle. I say "groomsmen", but they were not the usual ushers that a groom would have. None of them were my friends or family. All five of them were my bride's current or former lovers. Laurel was not exactly picky about the kind of man she would fuck, but she was very picky about the kind of penis he had to have. It had to be very big. It had to be both long and very wide. My 'groomsmen' were guys Laurel had spent some time with, as opposed to the many guys she had one-time encounters with. All of them were well over six feet tall, making me feel tiny at 5'5". One by one they made their way up the aisle and took their places on the altar beside me. The last one, who was Laurel's current man took his place closest to me. I guess he was my best man as he had Laurel's ring in his pocket.

Next, the bridesmaids came. There were only three of them, Laurel's sister, her cousin and her best friend. They were well aware of the special nature of our relationship. One of them carried a silk pillow which had an object on it covered with a velvet cloth.

Then "Here Comes the Bride" began to play. I had not seen Laurel's wedding dress and was anxious to see what beautiful bride she made. Her face was covered with a traditional veil. Her dress, however, was far from traditional. The top was a deeply plunging halter that plunged all the way to the waist. Her firm, braless breasts could be seen nearly entirely. The skirt was ridiculously short barely covering her otherwise naked pussy. In the back the skirt was cut away so that her ass was in full view. She wore thigh-high white lace stockings and white stilettos.

She took her place next to me on the altar. I looked lovingly at her and whispered, "You look beautiful Honey. I love you."

She smiled.

The minister began, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this woman and this cuckold in holy matrimony. The marriage of a woman and her cuckold is a serious thing and should not be entered into lightly or ill-advisedly. Today we come to bless the union of Laurel and Paul, woman and cuckold. Each of them will have duties and sacrifices.

Paul will sacrifice his right to engage in sexual union with Laurel and will have the duty to provide for her comfort and make her feel supported as she seeks her sexual gratification from men. In time he will have the duty of raising and nurturing children fathered by Laurel's lovers.

Laurel will sacrifice the opportunity to marry a virile, strong man, but she will not be denied sexual congress with virile men. She will have the duty of achieving an amount of sexual pleasure the would normally be achieved by two partners. She will also have the duty of keeping Paul aware of his status as a cuckold, beta male."

He continued, "Paul and Laurel have written their own vows. Paul, face Laurel and drop to your knees."

I was on my knees before my super-sexy wife and from that angle I could nearly see her pussy. I began my vows. Looking up into her eyes and holding her hands I said, "Laurel you are the light of my life, the only woman I could ever love. From you I have learned so much. I have learned that my natural place is not to be your sexual partner, but to be supportive of your sexual relationships with real men. You've taught me that my sexual gratification is unimportant and unnecessary, especially in comparison to that of you and your lovers. I have learned from you that my little penis could not possibly provide you or any women sexual satisfaction. To you my darling, I make these vows.

I promise to never try to engage in sexual activity with you

I promise to never stand in the way of your sexual satisfaction with any lover you may choose

I promise to help you prepare for your encounters with your lovers and to clean you of their bodily fluids when you are finished

I promise to never refuse any sexual request from any of your lovers

I promise to love and nurture any children you may deliver, fathered by any one of your lovers, as if they were my own

I promise to show gratitude to your lovers for providing you the sexual pleasure I cannot provide."

Rev. Carl spoke again, "Laurel, look down upon your cuckold and say the vows you have written."

Laurel kept her hands in mine and looked into my eyes.

"Paul," she said, "you have been such a great source of support to me. Since meeting you, my life has been so much easier. You have and will continue to help me achieve sexual bliss with my lovers without the need for me to have a job, do housework, or even clean my lovers' semen from my body. You understand my need for real men with large penises. You also understand why your tiny penis makes it impossible for me to even consider having sex with you. To you my little beta male cuckold I make these vows:

I promise to always deny you my body

I promise to control your orgasms, allowing you to come only when I choose

I promise to make you an important part of my sexual gratification by helping me prepare for my lovers, by cleaning my body of their semen with your tongue, by helping to prepare my lovers for me, using your hands and mouth to bring their cocks to erection.

I promise to allow you provide my lovers with any sexual services they may desire."

Once again, the minister spoke, "While a man would be angry and jealous if his wife were to take one or many lovers, a cuckold does not get angry. A cuckold knows if his wife does not have virile, endowed men to satisfy her sexually, she will leave him. A cuckold is grateful to his wife's lovers. He is grateful because his wife's lovers relieve the cuckold of the task of trying to satisfy his wife, which would only result in frustration for the cuckold and his wife."

"At this point in the service, Paul will show his respect and gratitude to Laurel's lovers who are with us on the altar today."

Turning to me he said, "Paul, you will kneel before each of the men on the altar. You will unzip his trousers and take out his penis. You will kiss his penis and then look in his eyes and thank him for helping you and Laurel. You will also vow not to stand in the way of his sexual relations with your wife."

I went to the first of my "groomsmen" and got on my knees. The first one was Eric. He was tall and lean but still very muscular. I reached up and found the zipper. I pulled it down and reached my hand inside. To make this part easier, the groomsmen had been asked not to wear underwear. I felt his large warm flaccid penis and gently pulled it through his fly. I cradled in my two hands and placed a gentle kiss on its head. Continuing to cradle his cock I looked up at him and said, "Eric, I thank you providing Laurel the sexual pleasure I could never possibly give her. I promise never to stand in the way of your sexual relationship with my wife and promise to provide any services you may require of me." I kissed his penis again, and let it go.

Still on my knees I sidled over the next man. I now knelt in front of Elijah. Elijah was an African-American man who had a football players build. Everything about him was big. Again, I found the zipper and pulled it down. I reached in and withdrew a cock that was about the same length as Eric's, but was wider. A held it in my hands, kissed it and repeated my words of gratitude and my vow to never block his access to my wife's vagina. I repeated this ritual two more times and finally found myself in front of Laurel's current lover, my "Best Man," David. I looked to my left and saw the four big men standing there with their magnificent cocks out. I was jealous. I was jealous of them for being born tall and manly with such huge tools. I was jealous of Laurel for being able to play with big cocks whenever she wanted.

Laurel had been seeing David for about eight months and he spent a considerable amount of time at our house. I knew him very well. He was generally nice to me and didn't try to humiliate me, except by fucking my fiancée and making me fluff him. I think he knew that was humiliating enough without adding on verbal abuse as some of her lovers do. I took David's cock out and held it. I was very familiar with this penis. David really liked to have me fluff him before he fucked Laurel. I think seeing a little cuckold on his knees with his mouth full of cock made David feel very powerful. Well, he was very powerful. I took out his penis as I had done with the others and kissed it. I recited my lines and when I went to kiss his cock again, David quietly asked me to open my mouth. I complied and sucked and stroked until he was fully erect. I'm sure he liked making me do that with an audience, but mainly, I think he wanted everyone to see his hard cock. Laurel looked like she was ready to jump on it at any moment.

Rev. Carl motioned for me to resume my place, on my knees next to my bride. "A ring is a symbol of love and of the eternity of the marital bond," he said. "By exchanging rings, Laurel and Paul give each other symbols of their special love for each other. Does the Best Man have the ring?"

David, who still had an enormous erection, handed the ring to me.

I turned to Laurel and with the ring in my hand I said, "With this ring I thee wed, with all my body and soul I thee worship, with all my worldly possessions I thee endow. I forsake all others and I freely forsake a physical relationship with you."

With that I slipped the diamond eternity ring on her finger next to the five-carat engagement ring she had picked out a year earlier. The inside of the ring was engraved with the words, "I Am Your Cuckold Forever, P."

The minister spoke again, "The cuckold will now remove his clothing and face the congregation."

I had been dreading this part, but clearly I had no alternative. There was a little table on the altar for me to put my clothes on. I removed my tuxedo jacket first then my shoes. I took of my pants next, but my genitals were still covered by my shirt tail. I took off the shirt and again got on my knees facing the congregation. My nervousness and the somewhat chilly room had caused my penis and balls to shrink, making them look extremely miniscule, especially compared to the five other penises on display. There was some general murmuring among the guests and more than a few snickers could be clearly heard.

"And who has the cuckold's 'ring'?"

Laurel's best friend Emily replied, "I do."

One of the other bridesmaids removed the cloth cover from the object on the pillow. On the pillow lay a shiny steel chastity cage.

"The bridesmaids will now place the cuckold's ring on Paul. Paul, please rise," the minister said.

I got to my feet. Emily continued to hold the chastity device on the pillow. The other two bridesmaids knelt on cushions on either side of me. Deftly, the two women pulled my balls through the ring of the device, then my little penis. The cage, which had been specially made to my measurements was small to say the least. They easily slipped it over my peepee and put the padlock in its place but did not lock it. One of the women took a gold chain off the pillow and slipped it through the padlock keys. She handed the chain and keys to me.

Laurel looked at me and said, "With this 'ring', I thee wed. With this cage, I thee control. With this device, I take your sexuality."

I walked toward Laurel holding the chain out in front of me. "Laurel, I freely offer you the key to my sexuality. I am yours to control," I said.

Laurel turned her back to me and lifted her hair so I could place the chain around her neck. When that was done she turned toward me and said, "I will be the holder your key. I will control you and when I see fit will allow you sexual release in the manner I choose."

With that, she locked the padlock.

I got back on my knees. The minister smiled and said brightly, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Wife and cuckold. Cuckold, you may kiss your bride."

I turned to Laurel, still on my knees. She, standing, turned her back to me. I crawled closer to her and wrapped my arms around her thighs. I then put my face between the cheeks of her ass and found her puckered little hole. I puckered my lips and kissed and tongued her anus until she pulled my arms from around her and moved away.

"The happy couple ask that you please join them in the reception hall for some refreshments and for the consummation of the marriage," announced Rev. Carl.

Mendelssohn's Wedding march began to play. Laurel, surrounded by my "Groomsmen" proceeded down the aisle and into the reception. I remained with the minister on the altar as the rest of the congregation filed out and into the reception.

Rev. Carl looked at me a little sheepishly and said, "There is the matter of my fee to take care of."

"Oh my gosh," I said. "I wasn't expecting to have to pay anyone. Laurel made all the arrangements. I don't have the checkbook. Let me check with her."

I hurried into the reception hall. In the center of the room, there was a king-size bed, and in the center of the bed, was Laurel. My "groomsmen" surrounded her and she was going around the circle sucking their cocks.

I squeezed in between two of the men and got her attention.

"Oh Honey, this is the best day of my life. I'm so happy!!" Laurel exclaimed.

I explained about the minister and she said, "Oh I forgot to tell you. I worked out a deal with Rev. Carl. Everything's agreed. Just go back and take care of him."

I explained that I had no money or checks.

"Don't worry, you don't need money. Just go take care of him! He'll show you how to pay him," she said with a big smile.

I went back in the now empty ceremony room. Reverend Carl still stood on the altar. "Your new bride and I made an arrangement to cover the cost of my services. She had a part in this arrangement and so do you. I require half the fee in advance, so, when Laurel met with me to discuss your wedding she paid the first half. Of course, she didn't pay me with money, she paid me by giving me her cunt to pound all afternoon. When she saw my cock, she said she knew she had chosen the right man."

Reverend Carl was about 60-years-old and had the appearance of a televangelist. He had his dyed hair perfectly hair sprayed in place. He had a fake tan which made his skin orangey and it contrasted starkly with his white robe.

"My son," he said, "it is time for you to pay the remainder of my fee. Crawl under my robe, Cuckyboy."

Knowing I had just vowed not to deny any of Laurel's lovers, I had to comply. I crawled over to him and ducked my head under the hem of his robe.

"Take my staff in your mouth and start praying, you little faggot."

He wore nothing under his robe. I felt my way up his legs and found his penis hanging about half way down his thigh. I took his huge, soft penis in my mouth and began sucking. His dick hardened quickly. As he became erect, it became harder and harder to properly suck it in the limited space under his robe. Rev. Carl was aware of this too and unzipped the robe allowing me to suck his huge tool more effectively. I continued to suck as I caressed his big balls.

"Oh yeah! That's good you fuckin' homo. Suck my balls. Lick down to my asshole queerboy!" Rev. Carl ordered.

I followed his instructions and soon I was licking his asshole while I stroked his cock.

"Suck my ass you pathetic wimp! You won't ever fuck that hot cunt you just married, will you, you dickless loser!"

After a while he pushed me off him and said, "Get your little sissy faggot ass up in the air. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you!"

I got on my hands and knees with my shoulders down and my ass up. I was trembling with fear at the thought of that monster cock entering my ass. Laurel had pegged me with a strap on a few times and it hurt a lot at first, but it wasn't as big as this.

He got behind me and spanked me hard a few times. I heard him spit and felt it hit my asshole. Then, I felt the head of his massive hard penis pressing against my tightly closed anus. I tried to relax as the pressure increased. I felt more and more pressure and suddenly, all at once, the head of his dick entered me. He paused. Searing pain shot through me. I prayed he would take it out. Instead I felt his big hands on my hips as he thrust farther into me. He began pumping in and out. With each stroke he entered me a little more. In time I felt his big balls slapping my little ones. For the first five minutes, the pain was nearly unbearable and I began to cry. Eventually, the pain began to ease and I could focus on the sensation of being fucked. It began to good, and then, very good. My little dick tried to get hard, but met the resistance of my new cage.

Rev. Carl stopped thrusting but I still wanted to feel that glorious dick moving in me. I began to thrust my ass back at him.

"I thought so! You love this don't you!? You're nothing but a queer little cockwhore who can't get enough. Well here it comes sissyboy!!"

And then, he began thrusting faster and deeper than ever, his big hands gripping my hips and pulling me back onto him.

"Beg me to fuck you!! Beg me to cum in you!!"

I begged him to fuck me hard, to cum in me, to cum in my mouth, to spank me.

As he fucked me I felt his hand on my little balls. He began to squeeze them painfully

"I ought to rip these little balls off you! They're fuckin' useless"

He squeezed them tighter and then thrust deep in me and froze. I could feel the spasms in his cock as ejaculated deep inside me. He stayed deep in me for a few minutes, catching his breath, before pulling out.

"Cleanliness is next to Godliness, my son. And so, I want you to clean my cock with that faggot tongue of yours," he said still breathless.

I did it and when I was done and his erection finally began to go down. He put his robe back on and felt his hair to make sure it was all in place.

"Thank you for choosing me to officiate at your wedding. I wish you and your lovely bride all the best life has to offer. I will mark your account as paid in full. He offered me his hand to shake and said, "Congratulations my son." He walked a few steps away then turned back toward me. "My son, I wanted to remind you that I am available for private Bible study in the comfort of your own home. I would be happy to meet with you and your lovely bride, Laurel, together or separately to study the scripture or to provide any counselling you two may need as you adjust to married life."

I was still on my knees as I thanked him. I got up a little painfully and felt his semen running down the back of my thigh. I looked around for a towel and couldn't find one. During the ceremony I had undressed on the altar. Now, however, I could not find my clothes. A little hesitantly I made my way toward the reception room. Thanks to Rev. Carl, walking was a bit uncomfortable. Taking small steps like an elderly person, I entered the reception.

Laurel was completely naked on the bed and one of the guest was on top of her. He was fucking her hard and very deep with her legs on his shoulders. Two other guests were kneeling on the bed on either side of her head and she was stroking one huge dick and sucking the other. A man, who had apparently just finished fucking my wife, was wiping his penis off with my tuxedo shirt. My tux jacket was under Laurel's ass.