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A Long-Awaited Marriage

Chapter 2: The Bachelor Parties

For Taiko

By Draconicon

Sam wasn't sure how he felt about having a bachelor party, even though his was a bit more atypical compared to the ones that he'd heard about people having. No strip club, no sudden night of debauchery. Just a nice night out at a gay bar with some friends and long-time customers from the café. There was nothing wrong with that, and everybody was very supportive about the fact that he didn't want to go overboard with sexuality for his last night out.

Well, last single night out. The anole smiled, blushing as he stirred his little pink drink with a narrow straw, shaking his head.

I can't believe it. Soon, we'll be...married...

The word echoed in his head, amazingly intense in so many different ways. Even thinking about it sent a shiver up and down his spine, and he wondered just how it would feel to say those magical words at the altar.

He wondered how it would feel for Darl, too. His husband-to-be had been through so many things with him, and the pair of them had gone through...well, so many different people in their time together. So many different partners that had stopped by and...

His cheeks burned as he 'remembered' the different situations that had popped up at the café. There were so many people that he could vaguely recall having their way with him and Darl, so many different...cocks...

Shaking his head, he pulled one of the ice cubes out of his drink and held it to his cheek, trying his hardest to cool down and think clearly. Surely, most of those were daydreams or just flat-out dreams. Nobody had that many sexual partners, not even their host for the wedding overseas. There was no way that he had done it with...that many...

Had he?

The anole honestly didn't know, but one thing was for sure. No matter how shy he'd been, he wasn't going to the wedding as a virgin, no matter how much he might have liked to at one point.

Sighing, he tossed the ice cube back in his cup, turning around to look at the party.

Two humans were dancing together, arms around each other's shoulders as they wobbled a bit drunkenly. There was an orca in the corner, fiddling with the jukebox, getting teased by someone that he vaguely recognized - a big bear or something, white-furred - and there were a few people from the local university down there. One older drake was asking some of the younger guys if they'd done their homework yet, and if they hadn't, if they'd like to go out back and get a head start on it.

He blushed, turning back to the barman, a frog named Steve. He passed his cup back.

"You want something stronger this time?" Steve asked. "Or...well, anything?"

"Nah. Just some peach water," Sam said.

"Alright. Your party, your drinks."

He hadn't had anything alcoholic for the night, and he hadn't any plans to start now. After all, why get drunk when he wanted to remember being surrounded by people he knew, even if it was a little bit -

"Ah, Sam, Sam!"

An older, but surprisingly smooth, voice caught his attention. The anole turned on his bartstool again, then blinked.

"Thimas?"

Seeing the older badger crossing the bar - even doing a flip over the corner of a pool table - wasn't entirely unexpected, even though he hadn't given an invitation to the older man. Thimas tended to show up wherever he wanted, almost like some sort of cryptid that hung around the city. There was no telling when he might poke his head into your business.

And no telling what he might do when he did.

"Why are you -"

"Your wedding, of course. We still need to talk about the music schedule, remember?"

"The...oh, right."

Sam rubbed the back of his neck.

"Um, do you mind if I make a quick phone call?"

"Not at all. I'll entertain myself here in the meantime."

As the middle-aged badger sat down at the bar, humming quietly, Sam stepped away. He walked by the drunken dancers, past the amoeba creature that he remembered when he saw it and forget it as soon as it got out of sight, and ducked into the bathroom at the back of the bar. Seeing no feet sticking out from under the stalls, he lifted his phone and dialed Darl.

It rang twice before the lion on the other end picked up. A blast of music forced Sam to pull the phone away from his head for a moment, rubbing an earhole before he could put it back.

"Hello? Hello, Darl, can you hear me?"

"Sam? Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me. What's with all the music?"

"Sorry. It's Gus."

"...Why is Gus there?"

"He wanted to talk music for the wedding."

"Oh God...Thimas is here..."

"What are you complaining about? At least you got the nice one."

It wasn't entirely inaccurate. The pair of them had met the musicians in the past - Gus first, then Thimas some time after - and both the lion and the badger had their own...quirks. Or, more bluntly, they were both really, really weird, and neither him or Darl could remember what happened when either of the pair were around.

And they couldn't be more different, either. Thimas was a gentle but firm older man, while Gus was a free-wheeling guy fresh out of his teens. The badger was a master of classical music, while the lion was an up and coming rock and roller. The bardic gentleman would at least ask for something first, while Gus...

Bwaaaaaang!

The sudden guitar string being slammed and held nearly blew the phone off of his head. He scrambled to catch it before it could fall, holding it in against his head again.

"Darl? Darl, are you still there?"

"Nnngh...yeah...wow...what a...what a note..."

"What do I do?"

"Uh...um..."

"Darl? What do I do with the badger?"

"Uh...whatever you want...I'll call you back, Sam...Gotta...gotta take care of this..."

BWAAAAANG!

This time, the phone did jump right out of his hands, clattering to the floor. The anole dove after it, wiping the screen against his pants leg before pulling it up again. The call had ended.

"...Dang it, why do you have to make me do this myself?"

"Do what?"

"GAH!"

Halfway to jumping to the ceiling, Sam turned in mid-leap to see he wasn't alone. Thimas had come back to join him, the badger holding up his hands in apology.

"Sorry, sorry. Didn't know you were so tense. Are you alright?"

"Um, no. Not really, no." Sam rubbed the back of his head. "Um, could we talk about your, uh, schedule tomorrow?"

"Is something wrong?"

"A little. Uh, just...I prefer to have Darl here. He, uh, he knows how this works better than I do."

"Oh, it's one of those things, huh?"

Sam had no idea what the badger meant by 'one of those things,' but he found himself nodding nonetheless.

Honestly, he wasn't sure what to do. At the café, he kept to himself, did as much as he could without having to make the big decisions, and worked more as a consultant to Darl on the big things so that his boyfriend had all the information needed to make any big choices. It was harder to try and plan things out for himself, particularly for something so huge.

Before he could try and apologize again, Thimas had an arm wrapped around his shoulders, the badger leaning in and whisper-singing to him.

"_Let it go, my friend, let it go

Let your fear and worries fade

Let it go, my friend, let it go_

Seize the night and lose the day."

It was little more than a couplet, but the relief that it brought with it took the tension from his body better than that week when he experimented with some anti-anxiety medication. He blinked, shaking his head a few times.

"What...what was that?"

"Just a little trick, little guy." The badger squeezed him. "Now, why don't we go back to the party, hmm? You need to relax, and you're not going to do it in this dirty little place, hmm?"

"Yeah..." He glanced around at the stalls and urinals, and shivered. "Ugh...probably not."

"Come on. Next drink's on me."

He ended up sitting at the bar for another hour or so. He never got to the point of drinking anything with alcohol in it, but he did down a number of fruit juices that left him feeling a bit heavy in the stomach.

Through it all, Thimas gently encouraged him to relax, occasionally whispering a couplet or two, but more often than not, just by being himself. The older badger had a hundred and one stories to tell, and each one, though slightly raunchy, was lovely in its own way. There was poetry in the badger's voice, and it just relaxed him to listen.

Even now, the badger was holding forth about some student of his in some far away country, talking about pride and prejudice, how the man had been in want of a husband rather than a wife, and the anole found himself giggling and grinning throughout.

"And then, of course, my friend, Polard, managed to find himself dangling from a tree. Oh, he did his best to play it off, pretending that all those ropes tying him up were just a new version of the body-harp that he was experimenting with, but it hardly convinced his love."

"And what happened then?" Sam asked. "Did his rat lover cut him down?"

"Oh, no. They started finding other uses for those ropes."

Thimas chuckled as Sam went completely red-faced, hiding behind his hands. It took both of the badger's hands to pull him out of his improvised hiding place.

"What's the matter? I would have thought that you and Darl would have had some fun with that already. Or is it just that it happened publicly?"

"N-no, nothing like that...I just...never really..."

The badger blinked at him, cocking his head to the side. Sam shook his head.

It wasn't that he was being told a sexual story. Goodness knows, he'd heard his share of them. It was more that it was about...bondage.

Bondage was such a taboo thing for him in so many ways. It was better to wrap himself up and be self-controlled, rather than being so open and shameless. Letting someone else tie him up...

There were times when he felt like he might have experienced something like that, but every time that he tried to think of what had happened, it faded before him like the memory of a dream. Whatever had happened, it was lost in the back of his mind, save for the vague feeling of having been lifted off the ground and -

His sex dampened at the thought, and he crossed his legs, his thighs pressing together as he squirmed on the seat.

"Heh...you don't remember, do you?"

Thimas's question pulled him back out of his embarrassing thoughts, and he blinked as he looked up at the badger.

"Pardon?"

"You don't remember? Slinging Days?"

Sam slowly shook his head.

"I always knew that there was something weird about that café of yours..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ah." Thimas shook his head. "Let me think this through, hm? I want to make sure that I don't cause any problems."

"But -"

"You just order yourself another few drinks. I'll be right back."

And with that, the badger disappeared into the crowd, somehow moving between the dancing folk. There were more people there, he realized, than just the ones that he had invited out for his party. They were probably coming in for their nights out, and that meant -

His cheeks burned all the hotter as he turned, seeing a T-Rex on a stripper pole not that far away. He whipped his head back around, not wanting to stare at the big, buff scaly that was starting to strut his stuff, and he buried his head in his hands as he whimpered for Steve again.

"What do you want?"

"Water. Lots of water. Iced water."

"Ooookay."

"Just ice, actually. Lots and lots of ice."

"You're the customer, man."

He just hoped that it would come quickly. He had a serious need to bury himself in the cold before his body could feel any hotter.

Ten minutes later, the anole left the club, stepping into the alley out back to get a little air. His face was soaked with ice water, and some of it was running down his back, soaking the spine of his shirt and leaving him shivering. That was good. It meant that he was slowly cooling down after staring at that show for so long.

It had been a very...different experience, watching the T-Rex strut its stuff around the pole. The big guy had been more muscular than pretty much anyone else that he had seen before, and that blue thong he'd worn had shown off just about everything. There had been nothing left to the imagination down there.

It had been bad enough to have the big guy showing off like that, but it had gotten worse when the polar bear that had been teasing everyone up to that point jumped on the main stage and started groping the big guy. Bills had been exchanged and then -

"Mmmph..."

Sam blushed as he leaned his head against the brick wall of the building. He had been so worked up that the crotch of his pants were almost soaked through, and he was still dripping down there, his juices running out of his underwear and down his legs to puddle under his feet. The thought of someone else rubbing up on him that way, of catching him and having fun like that...

"Hey."

"GAH!"

Once more, someone had snuck up on him, and once more, he almost jumped out of his scales. He spun on his heel, half-expecting some mugger.

Instead, it was the drake from inside, the teacher from the university. He held out his hands apologetically, then pulled his glasses down from his snout.

"Sorry about that. I was looking for some of my students. They were saying something about wanting to practice for class tomorrow, but they seem to have gone missing. Did you see them?"

"S-sorry, no. What kind of...what kind of subject do you teach?"

"Oh, just sexual education. I'm sorry; I'll have to find them before they start practicing on someone that's not expecting it. Do excuse me."

The drake bobbed his head, the sweater-wearing male disappearing down the alley. Sam had just enough time to shake his head in exasperation before someone else grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Gah!"

It was less of a scream this time, but he was still shrieking more than he liked. The anole grabbed his chest with one hand, trying to get his heart to slow down.

"What is this, scare the groom night?" he muttered.

"You really are the jumpiest little guy that I've ever seen." Thimas. "I thought that I told you to stick to the bar?"

"I...I needed some air."

"Some air, indeed. Come here."

The badger gently led him further into the alley. To the anole's surprise, there was a set of chairs waiting for them where the building reached its corner and connected to another side alley. Thimas pulled one back, holding it for him, and Sam dropped himself into the folding chair without a second thought.

He groaned as he held his hands over his face, shaking his head.

"All I wanted was a quiet night. I just wanted to relax, to spend time with friends, to not think about anything."

"Did I spoil that?" the badger asked, sitting down across from him.

"Yes...well. No. Kinda?" Sam sighed. "I don't know. I don't know how to do this."

"You look really, really stressed out, Sam."

"That's because I am!"

The anole pulled his arms around his middle.

"I just wanted to have fun."

"And this isn't fun for you. You wanted something quiet, not something bombastic. Something where you didn't have to fight to keep yourself under control. Something where you didn't have to make decisions."

"...Yes."

He shook his head. He felt like he was so much less than a man when he heard it described that way, but that was just how he was. He didn't like to have to decide things for other people. He liked being on the receiving end, so to speak. To have other people decide, but only when he trusted them to pick things that he liked.

That was the hardest part. Everyone else - not Darl, but almost everyone else - always wanted him to do things that he didn't quite want for himself. He was willing, sometimes too willing, to do them when Darl asked him to. His lion was everything to him, and he'd do whatever he had to for him, but...

But other people were other people, and it was harder to go along with what they said.

He wrapped his arms around his middle all the tighter, trying to calm down, but it was an uphill battle to say the least. The anole leaned his head down on his knees as he curled up in the fetal position, taking a few deep breaths.

And then, Thimas sung again.

"Breath of wind in the stormy night

Drop of rain on the midnight flight

Wash away, wash away the pain and tears

Wash away, wash away the frights and fears

"The air is clean, the storm is gone

The moon is here, called by song

The light is come, the way is seen

Calling us forward to the scene."

The song soothed him again, somehow more than it had done before. The badger's soft voice reached into his head, pulling on parts of him that he had almost forgotten were there. It dragged forward the need for attention, but pushed back the part of him that was so anxious, so fearful.

He took a deep breath, calming down quicker than he thought possible, and he reached out a hand. Thimas took it, squeezing gently, and he squeezed back.

"Sorry. I get...wound up sometimes."

"I can tell. Why don't you let me help you a bit, hmm?"

"How? I'm a mess."

"Let me tell you what to do."

"...I don't know. That's...that's a bit -"

"I've helped you so far, haven't I?"

"...Yes."

"I promise. By the end of this, you'll feel much better."

Sam hesitated, looking up from his legs to look at the badger properly. Thimas was smiling, but it wasn't the cocky grin that looked so young and out of place on the badger most of the time. It was a soothing smile, the sort that one might see on a therapist's face, the sort that you might expect to find on a friend that was both concerned for you and had an idea of how to help.

The slightly pudgy badger didn't loom over him. If anything, they were completely of a height on these chairs. He didn't use his physique to push, nor did he pull. All he did was sit there, openly, offering.

"...Alright."

"Good lad." Thimas smiled. "Now, let's find some rope."

"Rope?!"

When the sling was put together, he honestly wasn't sure what to say. Sam had expected something strange - after all, it was Thimas they were talking about - but he hadn't expected something that was already so...kinky.

The badger helped him into it while he was still trying to think through what the hell he had agreed to. The ropes gently restrained his arms and legs, holding them spread and letting him hang from them. He was right in the middle of the second alley, well away from anyone looking down from the sidewalk, but it was still in the open air.

Before he could panic, Thimas whispered to him once more, singing in his ear.

"_In ropes of kindness, be held in trust.

In bindings strong, be lifted in lust.

In song so sweet, be bound in peace._

In moment swift, be trussed and meek."

The anole sagged down in the ropes once more, going limp and relaxed as he felt the song echoing about in his head. It was suddenly so easy to relax there, to let the ropes hold him, to trust Thimas.

After all, when had the badger been anything but kind to him?

He leaned his head back, feeling Thimas gently pulling at his clothes, dragging them free, letting them drop to the ground around him. He was barely conscious of the fact that he was naked in short order, only realizing it when he felt a soft, furry finger rubbing against his sex.

"It's been some time since I've seen a young man with one of these," Thimas said with a small chuckle. "But I remember how to tease them."

"You...you do?"

"Yes, of course. Unless you'd prefer to save it for your wedding day?"

The thought was a pleasant one. It would give him something to offer Darl tomorrow, an unsullied sex. He nodded.

"Just...just my ass..."

"Heh, of course..."

The badger's fingers moved further down, and soon they were rubbing most expertly along his asshole. He shivered, panting as his toes and fingers curled, his body already warming up. He could feel a similar need to what he felt when Darl was teasing him, but different. More...

More bound. More controlled. More...more leashed.

"_Leashed to the song, leashed to the rope

Filled with happiness, controlled by hope

No longer free, but happy to serve

Until ropes are gone, then mood will swerve._

"

The anole slumped further into the ropes, panting softly as he felt the badger's fingers opening him up, feeling those thick digits rubbing against his hole before pushing inside. He moaned under his breath, arching his back in the ropes.

It felt...good, now, to be under the control of someone else. Of someone he trusted. The ropes made him feel good, like it was okay to be the way he was. Shy was alright, as long as there was someone to take care of him.

The fingers went in deeper, rubbing against the inside of his hole, the walls squeezing down on those digits. He panted, his eyes closing as he felt Thimas take control. The ropes pulled tighter around him, pulling him closer to the badger as those fingers popped in and out, in and out.

And out, to be replaced by something hotter, thicker.

"Mmmph..."

"Don't worry. You can trust me. I promise."

The anole nodded, panting hard as he felt that slippery, hot tip rubbing against his backside. It was so warm, so wet, and it was grinding against a hole that was so needy. Despite his choice to be fucked back there rather than...between his legs...he was dripping like mad, his sex running wild, lubing him up for this.

Finally, Thimas pushed forward. The thick head of the badger's cock pushed him open, and he gasped for breath as he felt the heat of that stretch. He moaned, his toes curling as his ankles were laid to rest on the badger's shoulders.

"Too much?"

"Doesn't...doesn't matter...up to...you..."

And that felt right to say. In the ropes, he wasn't in charge. In the ropes, tied up, in bondage, he was the one that had to go along with someone else's choices, and that was what he wanted right now. He wanted - needed - Thimas to take charge.

So, he did. The anole moaned as he felt himself being manipulated, his body turned and twisted about so that he lay on his belly rather than his back. His arms and legs were pulled tight, but that cock never slid out of his ass. It went deeper, and he moaned, biting his lips as he let himself go.

Thimas fucked him, fucked him hard. As soon as the anole was completely prepared, the slow, deep slides were replaced by hard thrusts, each one smacking his ass with a hard SLAP, each thrust followed by the swinging, soft impact of the badger's balls. They were huge, big enough to make a nice smack sound of their own as they swung forward against Sam's pussy.

In, out, in, out, each thrust making Sam moan a little bit more. His head dropped down, his eyes closed tight as he surrendered himself to the badger, to the ropes around him, to everything that kept him under control. There were words on the air, a song being sung, but he barely heard it.

All that mattered was surrender...control...and that cock up his ass...

Minutes passed, then an hour. Sam shivered as he felt the badger finally coming to an end of his session, thrusting forward slower, more irregularly. The anole's belly was already swollen with pre-cum, his hole dribbling with it as if he had gained a second pussy.

"Mmmph...please..." he panted.

"Ah...remember...no choices in the ropes..."

The anole shivered, nodding, but that didn't mean he didn't want it. He wanted to feel the badger cum. Wanted to know he had done good. Wanted to feel -

"Mmmph..."

There was no warning when the flood came. It just...did. Sam's eyes jerked open as he felt the first shot of cum rushing inside of him, feeling like someone had just opened a kitchen tap and flooded him out. He groaned, his pussy clenching down as badger cum rolled down from his asshole to his slit.

Another shot, two before Thimas pulled out. The third and fourth sprayed over his back, running all the way up to his neck before coming back down to his tail. The fifth and six painted his ass cheeks, leaving him soaked with hot, white goo.

The rest dribbled along his legs, ending at his toes. He panted for breath as it rolled along him, leaving him feeling...slutty. Very slutty.

"Alright...that...that was good. Now, let's get you down..."

The ropes came loose, bit by bit, and with each one that came free, Sam felt...better. Strange, but better, as if he had been given some sort of freedom in a different way. By the time that they were all removed, he actually felt better than he had at any other time of night. More...sure of himself, he supposed.

And that would have been great if he wasn't so exhausted. He groaned, slumping into the badger's arms, hearing a few muttered words about 'more time' for the wedding.

The next morning, he woke up in a hotel bed. He blinked twice, then rolled over to look at the nightstand.

There was a note from Thimas, saying that the badger had covered the anole's stay for a night so he could wash and recover in the morning, as well as a phone number to reach him by. Sam smiled slightly, but there was someone else that he needed to call first.

Ring ring.

Ring ring.

Ring -

"Hello?" Darl said on the other end.

"Hey, hon."

"Oh, hi. You okay?"

"Yeah. Just...in a hotel somewhere. You?"

"Same. Kinda...mmph...pinned under Gus's ass, though."

"Heh...he slept over?"

"Yeah. Yours?"

"No, I think he wanted me to have some time alone."

"Lucky you."

Sam got out of bed, walking to the window at the far end of the room. He pulled the curtains aside, then whistled as he stood in front of the window.

"I'm on the coast right now," he said. "Best view I've had in a long time."

"...Sam, did you go to bed naked?"

"Yeah."

"And you're standing in front of the window now?"

"...Yeah?"

One and one made two, and no clothes and a window meant -

"Oh god, I'm naked!"

"HAHAHAHAHA - mmmmmph!"

And as one lover scrambled for clothes and the other began the good morning ritual he was so accustomed to, life went on.

The End