In the Honeymoon Suite with Miss Florence and her friend Theo…

     Miss and Theo came back a bit later and by that time Trevor and I had put on our wedding clothes again. I suspected that she wanted to see us dressed up just because it would make her feel good to see us finally as husband and wife. What could be a more perfect reminder than the bride and groom in their wedding finery – Quite a picture, I would say!

    And I wasn’t mistaken. When she first laid eyes on us, she practically gasped. Then she did something funny. She came right up to me and kissed me. Not a girly kiss either, but right on my mouth. In fact, she kissed me hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth, sucking at my tongue like she wanted to swallow it. Miss can get awfully excited at times and this was one of those times. Theo and Trevor just looked on, Theo with this glassy stare of his.

    Strangely, as well, was that Miss had changed from the dress she had been wearing into a man’s suit. Actually it was a copy of the one Theo was in; a very nice Italian garment cut in black, two-buttoned, over a white shirt and dark grey tie. Her hair had changed as well, now swept back and gelled glossily. She couldn’t pass as a man but did look manly enough.

    Truthfully, diary, I was not finding this much fun at all. I was hoping they, satisfied with our presentation, would be off to allow us to pursue our honeymoon ritual in privacy.

    But no, Miss began to choreograph. “Trevor, go up to your young bride and kiss her like the randy groom that you are,” she instructed.

     Well, Trevor didn’t have much of a problem with that order. He came right up to me in a jiffy. He kissed me on the lips and if it was not quite as demanding as hers had been, it was right on target nonetheless. My tummy fluttered. Yet I did feel quite shy in front of our audience. How could they want us to perform in this way on our wedding night?

    “Trevor, dear,” she was saying to him roughly as we kissed. “Your prick must be stiffening already, I would guess, knowing your reaction to this type of situation.” Then softening, went on to address Theo. “I am sure that you would admire our young stud’s endowments.”

    “Would I?”

    “Oh, yes! Do you know the first time I saw his talents?”

    “I don’t, as a matter of fact.”

    “Well, I will tell you then. It was in a little hidden film footage that Claire brought to my attention. In it, our young man was caught in the change room at Harwood. This horny boy was sucking the cocks of other boys.”

    I felt Trevor brace, but he kept right on with the kissing.

    “Well, then he must like cocks, mustn’t he?” Theo said.

    “I don’t know. Shall we find out?”

    I didn’t think Trevor liked cocks, diary! Yes, he might have got going with the other guys, but I always figured it was because he was so frustrated that he lost all sense of what to do. Trevor needed some action, I expect, and couldn’t help himself!

    “Trevor. Stop what you are doing and come here immediately,” Mistress ordered.

    He withdrew his tongue from my mouth with what I felt was reluctance.

    “Yes, Miss.” He was breathing rather hard. He turned and went to them where they sat.

    Reclining for the view, Theo remarked, “He’s very pretty.”

    “He is. I like him in that suit. But it will have to go, won’t it? Take your clothes off, dear, and show us how handsome you are.”

    “But...Miss...”   

    “Do as you’re told, young man.”

    Trevor did, beginning by unbuttoning, then throwing his jacket, shirt and trousers onto the wide bed in broad gestures. When he was down to his pants, it was apparent he was excited. His prick stuck way up out of them.

    Theo reached over and ran his palm up its length. “My... it’s really something!” He consulted Mistress. “May I?”

    Her eyes washed over Trevor. “Do as you wish, my dear. He’s yours this evening.”

    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! This meant we were not going to be allowed to have this night to ourselves! Our Wedding Night! I sulked inwardly though I hoped I didn’t show it. Life can be so unfair!

    “Oh, please Miss!” Trevor reacted to Theo’s manipulations.

    Mistress commanded Trevor to set his hands on his head, fingers laced, a position that makes one feel helpless and vulnerable, and is difficult to maintain. Theo then peeled Trevor’s white underpants down slowly, completely unveiling his erection. I had to turn away for a second when it sprang up, since it frightens me to see it. It just protrudes from his rather slim frame like a body, all meaty and gnarled, with that big purplish mushroom hat at the end. Theo stared at it, fascinated, with fierce eyes.

    Reaching out, he took it in his fist and yanked Trevor to him possessively. He began to stroke it up and down again and again, causing  poor Trevor to make choking sounds when it began to explode, his goo thickly fountaining way up into the air.

    Miss seemed amused at this. “You must be overly excited, dear boy. You always have such control.”

    “Oh, it must be his delicious bride that’s been exciting him,” Theo remarked, smirking my way.

    I certainly expected it was and wondered when she would be getting a chance!

    “I’m sorry, Miss, I’m really sorry” Trevor apologized like mad as if having committed the biggest sin in the world .

    You realize what I should have you do to pay for your impatience?”

    “No, Miss.” Trevor was devastated.

    She addressed Theodore. “Because he is yours this evening it will be your call. Normally I would insist he lick up all of his semen and then whip him for his lack of decorum.”

   “Why not have his bride do it instead?”

   “She pays in humiliation for her husband? Her first taste of her husband scraped from the floor. It could be amusing.”

   “And I want him to scrape mine where it stays,” he glowered.

   “It’s the least he can do for his show of disrespect.”

   So that’s how it was going to be, was it? I just felt despondent. How awful to be their toys on our wedding night! Even though we were her slaves, there are still certain things that one doesn’t share, even with one’s Mistress. And this was one of them, in my opinion.

    I watched Theo pull lightly at Trevor’s cock-head, teasing out the remaining pearls, admiring them on his fingers. He brought his hand to his mouth and sticking his tongue out like a snake, licked at it with just the tip. I noticed his tongue was ravaged with deep furrows, white gashes that made me think of fish scale.

    He manipulated Trevor down onto his lap, Trevor’s body twisting somewhat on descent. Once there, Trevor’s arms went around the man’s shoulders and their faces met. Theo’s hand cupped Trevor’s head coaxing it to him, and Theo inclined slightly for position, inhaling once deeply before pressing his mouth to Trevor’s. Trevor seemed to go limp, his shoulders sagged, and a little moan came out of him. The kiss lasted a long time.

    When it broke, Trevor’s face had reddened even more like it does sometimes at football when he has especially exerted himself. He looked so soft and meek and his lips were moist and swollen. Gone was his customary manliness.

    “You enjoyed that, didn’t you, boy?” Theo asked. When Trevor didn’t answer. “I think you did. Come on admit it.”

    “Oh...Sir.”  Was it coyness?

    “Is it the first time you have kissed a man like this?”

    “Ye...yes.”

    “You mean you didn’t kiss any of the boys in the change room?” Miss inquired.

    “No. Never.”

    “You did kiss Kimiaki on the lips,” Miss said.

    “Yes, Miss.”

    “You know, Florence, that prostitutes refuse to kiss their clients,” Theo said.

    “Of course you would know all about that.”

    “My point is that kissing someone on the mouth is felt to be much more intimate than genital contact.”

     Which I took to mean that Trevor was not gay. On balance, he certainly gave one the impression he relished Theo’s kiss. I was confused.

    “Well, then, answer the gentleman.” Miss said. “Do you like being kissed by a man or not?”

    “No.” He spat it out like a child in a snit.

    “I see. And can we have verification of that?”

Alarmed, Trevor turned his head away from us, but Theo pulled it back and ravaged his mouth again, Trevor objecting, then not objecting, this kiss went on even longer than the first one. At the end, Miss wanted to see the state of Trevor’s organ. He was so embarrassed, diary, that Miss had to wrestle him into a position where she could find out.

    Sure enough, it was as hard as I have ever seen it! Poor Trevor was on the verge of tears.

    “You do like to be kissed by a man, don’t you?” Miss accused.

    “Oh...Miss!”

    “Don’t you?”

    “I...I suppose I do.” .

    “You suppose? Then say it.”

    “No...Please.”

    “Say it out loud. Tell us all that you like it.”

    “I can’t, Miss.”

    “You shall, indeed. Now.”

    “I... I like it,” he said in close to a whisper.

    “Like what?”

    “I like to be kissed by a man.”

    “That is a shameful thing to say. Especially here on your wedding night in front of your new bride. I don’t know how she is to come to terms with this. Here you are telling us that you enjoy the attentions of a man while your poor young wife requires the work of a man who is excited by ladies. Here stands the neglected virgin, I think. I don’t know how we are to deal with this situation.”

    “Oh, I have it,” Theo said.

    “Go on then. I’m sure we are all interested.”

    “Florence. I think that since the young man can’t do the job of deflowering his young bride, someone else will have to...”

    Trevor interrupted, imploring, “Miss, I can do the job! I can!...I want Andi’s cherry!”

    She was not convinced, however. One of THEM would have to pluck my cherry. Oh, imagine that diary! I couldn’t believe it! NO! NO! NO! I screamed inside, but of course I didn’t say anything. Miss decided it would be up to her.

 SO...

     In the muted Tiffany lamp-light, while Trevor and Theo play beastly games with each other, Mistress Florence has me on my back on the clean white bed sheet of my marriage bed, splayed out like a whore in my wedding dress. What could be more obscene?