BOMMA

BOMMA

It had only been one day since the Supreme Court had struck down BOMMA, the Boy On Man Marriage Act. Written in the old-fashioned days of 2076, this law forbid fathers from marrying off their sons. With the ruling reversed, it once again became legal for biological dads to select a husband for their sons, who would become the boy’s master for the rest of time.

One day had passed, and already Tyler was a betrothed boy. His father had broken the news to him only hours after BOMMA had passed. A few hours after that, he’d been dragged to an outdoor wedding hall, where the male members of his family and all of his friends from school (and their dads) had gathered. Tyler was dressed in a white dog collar and nothing else. His older brother, who was going to serve as his best man, apparently, helped him get dressed and ready.

"Who am I gonna marry?" Tyler asked, his voice trembling.

"You’ll see, bud," big bro said as he put some lip gloss on Tyler’s lips to make them all pretty for his wedding day.

The organ music had started, and Tyler’s uncle, dressed in a full tux, walked him down the aisle. He could hear his classmates giggling at his nudity, his dog collar. He could feel all of the men i n the room staring at him as he walked down the aisle.

Nothing could have prepared him for the shock he received when he got to the alter. There, standing in a full tuxedo as well, was his own father.

"DADDY?"

Dad just smiled and nodded to the priest, telling him to keep going. The ceremony didn’t last long - no one likes a long wedding. Tyler couldn’t remember most of it, and he definitely didn’t remember saying “I do” at any point. He did remember the lats moment, however, when the Priest had said, “I no w pronounce you husbands!” That’s when Tyler’s Dad - who was also now his husband and his master - reached forward, squeezed open Tyler’s mouth, and spat into it. That was apparently Dad’s idea of a romantic wedding kiss.

They had hurried out of the chapel, and Dad yanked Tyler into a limo, where they sped off to a hotel. Dad said they’d be spending their entire honeymoon at the hotel - a run down Best Western about a mile from their house.

When they got into the room, Tyler’s Dad told him to go shower. Tyler did, cleaning himself thoroughly - he felt so dirty after his wedding. But that wouldn’t be half as dirty as he would feel in about 30 minutes. Because when he came out of the bathroom, he was faced with his new husband sitting on the bed, buck naked and rock hard. (See picture).

Tyler had a long wedding night, but he and his Dad did manage to consummate the marriage. In just about every position you can imagine.

Dad popped his virgin bride’s cherry on the hotel bed. The boy bride lay on his back, his tiny heels in dad’s fists, Dad romantically gazed into his boy’s teary eyes as he plunged each and every millimeter of his 11-inch cock into his son. He sweetly intertwined his big, manly fingers with the little toes of his bride, which were curling and twisting. After all, it’s bad luck to fuck your boy bride with anything but natural lube on his wedding night.

It may have started out romantically, but after a few hours, the newlyweds were getting kinky. For example, at one point Dad decided his bride wanted to try piss up the ass.

Eventually, a photographer showed up for some wedding photos. Just imagine the wedding album. A beautiful close up of the child bride’s first “Puke on my Husband’s Cock” moment. A cute, goofy photo of the boy being dunked face first (by dad’s foot) into the piss water of the hotel room.

Eventually, the groom got a bit tired. He turned to his bride and said,” Honey, I hope you don’t mind an open marriage. I had some buddies who I said could come pay you a visit…I didn’t get to have a bachelor party, after all. You were in such a hurry to get to the altler!”