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The wedding ceremony between King Leofric and Lord Æthelhelm had been straightforward and quick, with a few verses spoken by the priest before tying the men (and their armies) together in perpetuity. Leofric’s advisors had spoken of this marriage as a political transaction, which is exactly how Leofric had been thinking of it, up until the moment his husband-to-be had arrived on horseback with his entourage, and it became apparent just how large the man was—a full head taller than Leofric, with a barrel chest, tree trunks for legs, and fingers twice as thick as his own. When the entourage turned over their weapons, he used one hand to withdraw a great sword so hefty that Leofric wouldn’t have been able to wield it with both hands. Leofric couldn’t tear his eyes away from the prominent bulge between Æthelhelm’s legs. His advisors had mentioned a consummation in passing, but he had not spent any time thinking about the logistics of two alpha’s bedding each other. Now it was all he could think of.
Æthelhelm, his husband now, led Leofric out of the cathedral and towards the main courtyard of the castle, where their people were waiting to celebrate their union. As they passed through the heavy wooden doors, the man leaned down to whisper in Leofric’s ear, “I was told you are still a virgin. Is that true?”
They were the first words Æthelhelm had spoken to Leofric, beyond the pleasantries of a greeting and the vows he had repeated after the priest. His voice was a deep, heady rumble. Leofric shivered as he felt his face flush with heat. He kept his gaze forward.
“That is correct.”
“And you are aware that I am not?”
Æthelhelm’s prowess as an alpha and a lover was well known throughout the lands. Leofric, focused on the political benefits of the marriage, had not cared about his betrothed’s sexual conquests.
“I will not begrudge you seeking pleasure outside our union,” Leofric assured him. He could feel Æthelhelm’s hot gaze on him.
“And what of pleasure within our union?”
Leofric’s head whipped around to stare at him.
Æthelhelm smiled in a way that made Leofric shiver. “Though first, we must complete the ritual.”
“Ritual?” Leofric asked warily.
Æthelhelm looked delighted. “Your advisors did not tell you? My people have always performed this ritual when our leaders wed. It is our way of sharing the bounty of our union with our people.” He pulled them to a stop and gestured to the courtyard before them.
Leofric stared at the pillory set up on a wooden stage that had been hastily constructed in the middle of the courtyard of his castle by his new husband’s men, with equal parts dread and arousal dripping down his spine.
“We will have a public consummation,” Æthelhelm told him, “After which, my men and yours will take you.”
“No…” Leofric whispered.
“Yes.” Æthelhelm laid a firm hand on Leofric’s shoulder and pushed him forward. “I’ve been told it is quite pleasurable for the receiving partner, though normally that would be an omega.” He bent to scent Leofric’s neck. “I think you will handle it just fine.”
Leofric was guided up to the stage, where two of Æthelhelm’s men descended upon him to strip him of his clothes. Panicked, Leofric began to struggle, but when Æthelhelm scruffed him from behind, he went limp. In front of everyone, a hot river of piss trickled down his bare leg, spattering on the wooden platform as a testament to his submission to his new husband.
This was not what he had been expecting from a political union.
The men bent Leofric forward over the pillory so his neck and wrists fit into the cut outs and fastened the top in place. The scruffing had put him in a daze, and tipping forward in the pillory made the ground spin before his eyes as the blood rushed to his hanging head. He jumped when two calloused hands stroked up his hips to his waist and back.
“If you need to pause, just call out, ‘My lord’.”
A thick, well oiled finger pressed into Leofric’s hole, coaxing him open. Leofric’s submission had caused his muscles to relax; he found himself grateful that he couldn’t clench involuntarily around the knuckles. After petting his insides for a minute, the finger withdrew, and the neck of a vial of oil was pressed to his hole and tipped up so it poured inside his passage, coating him until it dripped back out like slick. There was a rustle of cloth, and something formidably large knocked at his entrance before pressing steadily inside. Leofric felt like he might come apart at the seams. On three separate occasions, he was convinced that Æthelhelm must surely have been fully inside, that his cock couldn’t possibly be any longer, but the man continued slowly sawing back and forth until finally, finally, his thighs pressed against Leofric’s buttocks.
Leofric could barely breathe, he was so full of cock. And then Æthelhelm began to fuck him.
The oil made the movements smooth, but there was nothing to be done for the burn of his rim as it stretched around the girth of that huge cock coring him out. Little grunts were smacked out of him with each thrust, and soon drool dripped from his gaping mouth to the stage below. He was almost glad he had already emptied his bladder, because the cock inside him would have squeezed it out of him anyways. His own flaccid cock swung between his legs, flicking stray droplets of piss and precum onto his thighs, the soft knot just a mere wrinkle of skin.
The catcalls of the crowd were loud in Leofric’s ears, but he was already too far gone to parse out what they were saying about their King. His focus was completely drawn to Æthelhelm’s cock, to the way the helmet and veins scraped against his insides, the way the knot at the base was already growing. Æthelhelm worked it inside with a circular grinding motion until it finally popped past Leofric’s rim and locked them in place. As the knot ballooned inside him and rivers of cum shot into his colon, Leofric’s ass muscles finally awoke and spasmed around it.
Leofric had never experienced such a feeling. It was like a separate heart beating inside his ass, shooting pleasure up his spine. He wondered if this was how omegas experienced their pleasure.
Æthelhelm patted him on his buttocks and loudly told him, “Good boy.” The crowd cheered.
They were tied for several long minutes, Leofric’s belly growing round with cum, but finally Æthelhelm was able to tug himself out. Leofric felt his hole remain gaping open, a tunnel that led to his tender insides. Some cum escaped over his taint and sack to drip onto the ground, but the majority of it remained deep inside.
As he tried to recall what Æthelhelm had told him would happen next, another pair of hands landed on his ass, squeezing the muscles, before a cock was thrust into him in one go, a pair of testicles smacking against his taint. Leofric groaned. At least this one was not nearly as large as his husband’s, but the galloping pace it set more than made up for it. The man fucked him like he had been given a time limit, racing towards his orgasm at breakneck speed. After no more than a handful of minutes, he pulled out and splashed cum across Leofric’s heaving back.
Another cock quickly took its place.
Leofric lost count of how many times he was used. His entire body was sore from being bent over for so long, his neck and wrists chafed from the wooden pillory, his hole raw from fucking. More oil was poured into him periodically, and the cum helped lubricate him as well, but his virginal ass was unaccustomed to such prolonged use. The crowd’s calls waxed and waned as men proved their prowess using his body. Each time he cried out in orgasm, they cheered.
“My lord, my lord,” Leofric wheezed, but his words fell on deaf ears. He had no idea where his husband had gone, no idea if he had left him at the mercy of their men, or if he was still standing behind him, observing the ritual.
The shadows grew longer as the sun arced overhead. Leofric was sure his back would be pink by the time he was released from this prison. Surely hours had passed by now.
Finally there was a lull in the fucking. Leofric shivered weakly in the pillory, trying not to hope that it was all over, trying not to think about the marriage bed he would share with his husband tonight.
The pads of two calloused fingers rubbed in a circle over his swollen, tender hole.
“My lord,” Leofric whispered, tears welling up in his tired eyes. “Please.”
“You’ve done so well, my King,” Æthelhelm said from behind him. “This is the last part of the ritual. Endure this, and a warm bath awaits you.”
Leofric sobbed.
Æthelhelm pressed three fingers into him. Leofric remembered admiring them earlier, back before they had said their vows. He remembered how much wider they were than his own, how one of those hands with their long fingers and wide palms would be able to envelope his. Three fingers together were as wide as some of the cocks that had taken him, though none had been able to compete with his husband’s cock and knot.
The fingers withdrew, and another vial of oil was poured into him. Four finger’s returned. Leofric felt the burn in his rim as the hand inched forward until the final set of knuckles pressed against the outside.
“My lord,” Leofric whimpered.
Æthelhelm rotated his hand back and forth as he pressed, until Leofric’s hole stretched just enough to swallow the knuckles. The rest of Æthelhelm’s fist slipped in easily after that, holding his hole open around the girth of his wrist. Cum gushed out around the wrist, slicking more of Æthelhelm’s arm. Leofric panted, desperate little moans crawling up his throat. The crowd was wild with excitement as they watched Leofric’s head snap up with wide eyes when Æthelhelm spread his fingers inside him, petting at his ass from the inside. The hand flexed a few times before gripping into a tight fist and pushing deeper. Leofric could barely believe his body was capable of taking it.
With his head up, he was finally able to see who was watching him. One of his elderly advisors stared back, licking his lips as he was enraptured by the sight of his king’s body being violated. The man had been a loyal advisor to Leofric’s father before he was even born. Leofric squeezed his eyes shut and came around Æthelhelm’s arm with a scream.
He floated for several minutes, only aware that Æthelhelm had removed his fist because of how empty he felt, like his body craved to be filled again. A part of him wondered if his husband had already ruined him within the first hours of their marriage.
The pillory was raised with a creak, and Leofric’s exhausted body was picked up and turned so that his shoulders and knees were draped over Æthelhelm’s broad arms. His belly was still rounded out, like he had eaten a seven course meal. The thought of attending his own wedding banquet made him feel queasy.
“You took us well, my King,” Æthelhelm told him, nuzzling at the tear tracks down his cheeks before scenting his neck. “Me especially. Soon you will be begging me for my knot and fist.”
Leofric blinked blearily up at his husband, knowing the man was right.