CHAPTER
13
After their initial introduction the couples were inseparable.
Bob had just spent a weekend alone with Hector and Joe was off
somewhere with Miguel. Hector returned from the other room. Looking
at the naked blonde girl in his bed he thought that he must be the
luckiest man in the world. After thanking God for his generosity,
Hector tossed Bob a little box. "Here, this is for you my dear."
"What's is it?"
"It is your engagement ring."
"MY WHAT!"
"Oh don't look so surprised. You and your father couldn't stay
here forever. Dr. van Damme had to do something with the two of
you, and she decided that you and he would make the perfect wives
for my brother and me, and we agreed whole-heartedly."
Knowing better than to say anything, Bob kept his pretty mouth
shut and opened the box to reveal a tiny diamond ring. "It's
beautiful Hector, but it's so small. How will I get it on my
finger?"
"My sweet, it is not for your finger."
Bob was awakened by Gloria and Monica. It was very early.
"Come on boys, get up. Today's your big day. You first Joe."
Bob watched, as his father was prepared for their upcoming
nuptials, knowing that the same actions would shortly be carried
out on him.
Both Bob and Joe had been modified even further, since their
betrothal, in accordance with the Gonzales' desires. Monica helped
Joe off with his bra. Both of them wore bras all the time now, even
when they slept. They had to, they had undergone further breast
enlargement to the point of absurdity. They were now sometimes
referred to in whispers as "the walking tits". From Joe's left
nipple swung his diamond engagement ring. His right nipple had also
been holed in anticipation of the plain gold band that would be set
in it today; symbolizing his absolute submission to the will of
Miguel Gonzales.
Joe was helped to the lacing bar. Grabbing it, he was pulled
up off of his feet, and a sort of corset cum bra was wrapped around
him and laced up. Joe had a tiny waist as the result of liposuction
and the removal of two ribs, but nevertheless he was laced
unmercifully down to the last breathless inch. Bob would have been
surprised if Joe's corsetted waist exceeded fourteen inches.
The corset might, more properly, be described as a harness; it
was white satin, very heavily boned, with lots of straps and
buckles attached to it, and it took both Joe and the girls working
together to get it on. From the back of the corset, straps were
passed over each shoulder. Joe lifted his right breast and Monica
held up the left one while Gloria crossed the straps over Joe's
chest, between his breasts, and hooked them to rigid cups on the
front of the corset.
Next a white leather collar was laced around Joe's neck. This
collar forced Joe to keep his head erect and look directly ahead.
With it on he couldn't move his head at all. From the sides of the
collar dropped two straps which were passed around the outside of,
and under, Joe's breasts and attached to the other side of the
rigid cups. These little cups weren't designed to cover Joe. Rather
they acted like a shelf, holding up his colossal breasts, while the
crossed straps separated them. As the straps were tightened, the
burden of holding up his breasts fell on Joe's neck and shoulders.
Joe had been told what to expect next, and tried to face this
phase with as much composure as he could muster. He grabbed the
lacing bar to balance himself while Monica spread his legs as wide
as they would go. She then produced two rubber dildos. The Gonzales
brothers had made latex casts of their erect cocks; these two were
of Miguel's.
One of the dildos was slowly eased into Joe's manmade vagina
as he stared straight ahead, trying to ignore the indignities being
wreaked upon him. Monica worked the dildo in and out and shortly,
in response to the irritation, the lining of Joe's cunt reflexively
secreted mucous. When the dildo was covered with the slippery
emission, it was withdrawn, only to be forced into his anus. After
it was fully inserted, the other one was slipped into his wet cunt.
From the bottom front of the corset hung two straps and from
the back, one. The strap from the back was pulled forward between
Joe's legs and buckled to the two front straps. These were cinched
tight, ensuring that the rubber cocks would be held firmly in
place. A tiny padlock swung between Joe's legs locking everything
together; his intended would hold the key, signifying his dominion
over Joe and his body.
Monica helped Joe to sit down on a satin covered bench, and
pulled ultra-sheer white nylons up his long legs. Then they laced
Joe into his shoes. Even with the alterations done to his feet, the
poor man found wearing these impossible. They were made of white
satin, with sky-high heels, and no soles. They didn't need them;
they were like ballet slippers. Joe walked on his toes in these
shoes and could take only the tiniest of steps.
As Joe was helped to his feet, it dawned on Bob that neither
of them would ever get dressed by himself again; they needed
assistance just to get their custom made bras on and neither of
them could see his feet with their mammoth mammaries held upand out
blocking the view. Not only that, if one of them was to bend over
to where he could see his feet, he might lose his balance and the
weight of his breasts pull him over the rest of the way.
Something like that had already happened to Bob. Dr. van Damme
had made Joe and Bob available as models and actresses for several
porn magazines and video productions. While posing for the magazine
"Buxom Blondes in Bondage", Bob had been placed on his hands and
knees. With gravity pulling his jumbo breasts down, Bob's nipples
almost reached the floor. That wasn't the worst part of it, when
the shoot was over Bob had to be helped up. He couldn't do it on
his own.
While Monica tightened the suspenders from Joe's corset to his
stockings, Gloria laid out what looked like a circle of white
fabric on the floor. Joe was helped to step into it and the it was
pulled up and tied around his waist. Bob saw that it was a hoop
skirt and that it formed a big cone from Joe's feet to his waist.
Next a taffeta and net petticoat was pulled over Joe's head and
settled over the hoop skirt.
Clouds of silk and lace billowed about Joe as his wedding gown
was placed over his head. His arms were guided into pointed sleeves
of venice lace and Monica buttoned up the back. The puffed out
skirts of Joe's gown flared out from his microscopic waist and the
top layer of ivory satin was gathered up in a butterfly bow over
his rear; revealing the underlying layers of taffeta and tulle. The
front of the gown rose from the waist with a shirred bodice to the
Queen Anne neckline, but this wasn't your normal Queen Anne
neckline. The collar of Joe's gown covered and concealed his
leather collar with strings of pearls hanging down, but instead of
just a little open area between the collar and bodice, the gown
just vanished under Joe's breasts and his magnificent mammaries
were exhibited for all to marvel at.
Gloria brought Joe his teeth and helped him get them into
position in his mouth.
Yes teeth!
The Gonzales brothers were connoisseurs of fellatio and, as in
all things, insisted on perfection. Accordingly all of Bob and
Joe's teeth had been extracted and they had been fitted with false
ones. Before giving head Joe and Bob would remove their false
teeth, ensuring a perfect blow job with no irritating scratches.
For this their special day though, the boys wore their "special
teeth". These were a fiendish design, totally in keeping with the
Gonzales devotion to bondage, an enthusiasm which Bob and Joe were
going to share whether they liked it or not. These dentures were
all one piece, top and bottom sealed together. With them in place
all Bob or Joe could do was smile and look pretty. That wouldn't be
as easy as it sounded, for affixed to the insides of the dentures
were those rubber casts of the brothers pricks, which filled the
mouth, and extended down the throat of the wearer.
Joe's hair was brushed down his back and his headpiece put on;
its veil falling from a crown of fabric blossoms, lace, and pearls.
He was handed a bouquet of flowers, only to discover that it
artfully concealed a white satin covered wire which was locked
around his waist, and a pair of handcuffs, which were fastened on
his wrists. With Joe's hands secured, the veil was arranged so that
it draped over him, a chiffon cage which covered everything but
concealed nothing. Joe was helped to the bed, seated, and then the
maids came for Bob.
Bob had expected to be dressed identically to Joe, but this
was not to be. Instead, he looked like a mermaid in white satin;
his skirt being of the sheath type rather than the bouffant type
that Joe wore. Bob's shoes were white satin pumps with six inch
heels, and he wore a big wide hat from which his veil fell. His
skirt was extremely tight, all the way down to his ankles, which
was why he'd been given the somewhat normal shoes to wear. Even so,
he could only take steps of about three inches. Bob wore the same
type of harness as his dad and his breasts were similarly exposed.
Joe Watson was actually relieved as he tip-toed up the aisle
escorted by Gloria who, dressed in a black tuxedo, helped him to
keep his balance. Think about it. What can be more humiliating for
a man, than to go to a wedding as a bride, handcuffed, absurdly
huge tits hanging out, with cocks wedged in his pussy, ass, and
throat, to be given away by his ex-wife? Nothing, that's what.
"After this, it's all downhill." Thought Joe, wondering for a
second if life as a cheap whore might not be preferable to this. He
didn't think about it very long, for he knew that he was locked
into his new life just as securely as those dildos were locked into
his cunt and asshole.
In front of the assembled guests, Gloria presented Joe to
Miguel. Taking Miguel's hand, she placed it in the crook of Joe's
elbow, signifying the transfer of her interest in Joe to Miguel.
Joe could do nothing but stare straight ahead, standing arm in arm
with his husband to be, while Gloria returned for Bob.
Monica served as the maid of honor, and when Joe was asked:
"Do you, Joseph Robert Watson, take this man, Miguel Gonzales, to
be your bounden owner, master, and husband, undertaking to obey his
every wish, serve his every need, and remain a faithful and
submissive wife, slave, and lover to him, for as long as he may
care to keep you." She answered, "He does."
The ceremony was repeated for Bob and Hector and thus father
and son became sisters-in-law. Once the vows had been sealed it
became apparent why the wedding gowns were designed the way they
were, as Joe and Bob received their wedding rings.
