Clad in the traditional ceremonial silk robe of a wedding, the smoothness of the white silk cloth only added to the chill in his body. Had he wanted to look around the room, he would only see white as well for the vail that covered his face, being held in place by a small crown like headdress covered the side of his eyes as well, blocking off view of the room.

He sat there, the past 16 years replaying in his mind. His earliest memory was when he was 5 and he had been called into the room by his mother and father. Upon walking into the room, his eyes fell at once upon a man he had never seen before. Standing in unsure terror, the child cringed as the new man began to speak.

"Yes," he said. "This child will do nicely."

"You are pleased with him then?" he remembered his father asking.

"Yes." Handing the father a small bag of coins that rattled at the slightest movement, the new man turned to leave. "You will raise him, and teach him all that he will need to know. In 16 years, my servents will come for him. I expect him bathed and dressed in the robe this money will buy."

"Yes M'lord," the father spoke; the mother having remained quiet during the entire exchange of words.

So, for the last 16 years, the boy was raised and taught things he didn't understand. And every night, his father would have him recite the 'rules' as he called them, to him.

"What are the rules for your wedding night boy?" his father asked while tucking his son into bed.

"Speak clearly, and do not stutter," the boy replied quietly.

"Go on. What else?"

"Do not move from where the attendant places you until you are told to move; remain perfectly still. Do as you are told without hesitation or question. Answer with as few words as possible."

"Very good," his father said, leaning over his son and dropping a kiss lightly on his forehead. "Sleep now. Tomorrow becomes a day closer to your wedding."

At the time of his childhood, he did not understand what had happened the day the man came and gave his parents money. Only now, that he was 21, did he understand. The day the strange man came to his parents, the man literally 'bought' the child from his parents. It was intended that when the child reached the age of 21, he would be taken to live with this mans' son. It was very common in this time and place for the wealthy to come down from their hillside homes into villages, looking for children who they felt would be worthy enough to marry their own children. It wasn't uncommon for the wealthy children to have more then one husband or wife when they married. In fact, the more husbands and wives one had, the more esteem the family was said to be.

So, the day of his 21 birthday came. The day was to be full of nervousness. The boy, who wasn't a boy any longer, but now a man, was awoken by his mother at seven o'clock. He was bathed in sweet smelling oils and was dressed in the robe by his mother.

"When I place the vail over your eyes," she said, her voice quiet and tear ladden. "I shall never see you again, nor you I." He began to move his lips, to speak, but she silenced him with a slight wave of her hand. "You mustn't speak today, unless asked a question by your husband," she explained. "I do want to hear your voice, just once more, but..." Looking up into his eyes, she wipped away a tear that fell down his cheek. "You mustn't cry either. What would he think if he saw you crying on your wedding day?" With shaky hands, she drapped the vail over her sons' face, his hands coming up to hold it in place until the headdress was set.

When the headdress was set, he lowered his hands to his side. "Don't forget us," he heard his mother say before she turned and left the room. A few moments later, he felt a hand lightly brush against his arm, then fingers wrap around his upper arm, leading him to the covered chair that would be carried by 4 servents to his new house.

The rain had already started to pour lightly when again he felt an arm reach for him once the chair had been set down. Standing and following where the person took him, he tried to look past the vail, on either side, but his mother had done a good job at hiding all the cracks that might be made when the vail shifted.

When they came to a stop and the hand dissapeared, the boy could feel the presence of someone else, to his right, and someone in front of him. When a voice began to speak, he listened intently as it was reminding him of the rules that he recited every night for his father. When the voice was silent, the hand returned. And again, he was lead blindly. Walking down what he guessed were hallways, only the sound of their footsteps resounded in the boys ears; which were already strained to hear even the slightest noise to accompany their footsteps; but there were none.

The sound of a door opening and the sound of their footsteps stopping was a change for him. The ground beneith his feet felt soft, almost as if he were walking now upon cotton, and not wood. Being pushed down lightly, he sat on the edge of the bed, and again the hand disappeared, followed by the sound of the door closing. He was alone.

He had sat in silence for a countless amount of time when he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, louder then before. Jumping slightly, he scolded himself as he heard his fathers' voice within his head. "Remain perfectly still." But, as hard as he tried, he could not keep his body from shaking out of nervousness.

Listening carefully for the sounds of the footsteps, he realized that they were coming towards him. Closing his eyes, he knew this was his husband, the one he had not seen before.

"Why do you shake?" a deep voice asked from directly in front of the frightened one.

"Speak clearly and do not stutter," he heard his fathers' voice once again in his head. "I...I...I'm sorry M'lord..." he stuttered dispite himself. "I...I'm just scared."

"What is there to be scared about?"

"I...I don't know...if you'll be pleased with me..."

"My father is an excellent choice in mates," came the voice, this time harsh.

"Yes M'lord," replied the frightened one, his own voice barely audible.

"Lift the vail. I want to see your face."

A moments hesitation, another rule that was broken on this, his wedding day. Lifting his hands to the edge of the vail, he lifted it up and over his face, resting it upon the headdress. "Look at me."

Looking up, the boy saw that the man in front of him was dressed in a traditional robe as well. Only, unlike his own, this robe was red. A lump formed in his stomach at the site of the red robe. That meant that there were others before him, other husbands and wives. He would never be the most important; he would never be the first husband to this one. Continuing to raise his head, he finally came to his husbands' face. With a brown goatee, brown eyes, and brown hair, they complemented his body build, in his opinion. Standing at, what he guessed, was six foot, with broad shoulders, his brown eyes were what scared him the most. They looked almost as if they wanted to cause him nothing but harm.

But, to his surprise, a smile began to play his husbands' lips. "I do not have a green eyed husband," he spoke. "Until now. You are also the first with blond hair. What is your name?"

"James," he spoke quietly, feeling somewhat special. He was the first at something within this house. At least, no one would take that 'first' from him.

"James? We have too many names staring with 'J' in this house already. What is your second name?"

"Lance."

Nodding, the taller one replied, "Very well. I shall call you Lance." Reaching and removing the head dress and vail from Lances' head, he walked over and placed them upon a dresser that sat against the wall. "You shall address me the same as my other husbands. Either as M'lord, or Joseph. For now, you will address me however, as M'lord."

"Yes M'lord," Lance spoke quietly from where he sat upon the bed. Looking straight ahead, he saw Joey turn and rest himself against the dresser.

Looking his new husband up and down as Lance continued to shake slightly, breaking another 'rule' doing so, as he sat on the bed, Joey moved from the dresser to sit in a plush chair across from Lance. "Stand up," he ordered, moving his robe to cover his legs. "And remove your robe. I want to see what my third husband looks like."

Do as you are told without hesitation or question his father's words rong out in Lance's head. Uable to stop shaking, Lance stood in front of Lord Joseph, slowly removing the robe and placing it on the bed behind him.

Smiling at once when he saw the young tan angel in front of him, Lord Joseph motioned for him take a few steps forward, so that he could circle him. When Lance stood 4 feet from the edge of the bed, Lord Joseph moved to circle him, mumbling the few faults he found.

Lowering his head so his husband wouldn't see the tears in his eyes, Lance continued to stand silently, while Lord Joseph continued to circle him. After a few moments, he stopped and sat down, addressing Lance.

"Out of the three of my husbands, you are the only one who has come from the lower lands," he spoke smoothly, yet with a hint of disgust. "My other two have come from nobel families. So naturally, their skin isn't as tan as yours, but I do find that one of the things that attracts me to you." Clasping his hands in front of him, in his lap, Lord Joseph cocked his head to the side, studying him silently.

Keeping his head lowered, Lance continued to remain silent, remembering his father's words not to speak unless told to do so.

"Do you like your new home Lance?" Lord Joseph asked; smiling when he saw a single tear slip from Lances' cheek.

"Y...yes M'lord," Lance replied quietly. "M'lord has exceptional taste." Smirking, Lord Joseph gave him permission to speak his mind.

Looking up at his new husband, Lance couldn't help but think of how handsome he was. But even though Lord Joseph had granted him permission to speak, Lance found that he was too scared to say much. "I...I am honored to have been chosen, M'lord," Lance whispered in a barely audibe voice. "I hope that I am pleasing to you."

Nodding, Lord Joseph stood and moved to stand in front of his third husband. Looking into his eyes, he lowered his lips to his for a light kiss, just enough to taste the blond. Finding him sweet, Lord Joseph fought the urge to bed him then and there. He had to wait for later, after the questions were asked, the answers told.

A new and strange sensation coursed through Lance when Lord Joseph lightly kissed his lips. Looking quickly at him, Lance lowered his eyes, awaiting further instruction from him.

"This will be your first time, correct?" Lord Joseph asked, the words slipping from his lips as easy as could be.

Feeling the fear begin to grip him, Lance nodded. "Y...yes, M'lord," he replied quietly, his voice barely a whisper.

"You have been told of what is expected of you tonight though, have you not?"

Gulping, Lance swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "N...not completely, M'lord," he replied in a somewhat shaky voice. "The only instructions I have been given is to do what I am told without hesitation and not to speak unless ordered to do so."

Smiling approvingly, Lord Joseph leaned down and dropped another kiss lightly upon Lances' lips. "You have been told what you should then," he whispered. "I will inform you of your other duties when the time comes. But, as for now," he said, pausing only long enough to undo his wedding robe and let it fall uncermoniously to the carpet. "It is our wedding night. If we are to be happily married, tradition states that we must consumate our vows."

Looking at his obviously well-endowed husband, Lance's body began to shake again out of pure fear. He tried hard to fight the tears that threatened to fall, but a few did slip down his face. Lord Joseph smiled and wiped them away.

"Do you not want your husband to be satisfied with you?" Lord Joseph asked sweetly, his hand resting lightly upon Lances' cheek after he wiped away the tears. "Or perhaps, you do not find him as attractive as he finds you?"

His body trembling even more at his husband's touch, Lance looked up at Lord Jospeh, his green eyes full of fear and apprehension. "Yes, M'lord," he replied quietly. "I do want you to be satisfied with me...and yes, I...I do find you attractive."

Moving around behind him, Lord Joseph wrapped his arms around Lance and pulled in into his lap as he sat upon the bed. "Then why do you shake so? You have nothing to fear; from what my father has told me, you have been trained for this day since you were the age of 4 or 5."

"Yes, M'lord, I have," Lance replied. "I have been trained well in everything except what is to take place on this night."

Snaking his hand down, Lord Joseph smirked as he looked up at his husband. "Then you shall learn," he whispered, taking him into his hand lightly, starting to stroke Lance. "Do you like this husband?"

His breath comming in short pants because of his extreme nervousness, Lance was aware of a new and pleasing sensation beginning to develop. Moaning quietly, he tried to steady himself in his husand's lap. "Mmm...ye...yes, M'lord...it feels...good."

Leaning towards Lances' neck, Lord Joseph whispered approving words into his ear as he quickened his speed as he began kissing and nipping the tender skin; enhaling the scented oils in which Lances' mother had bathed him in earlier that day.

Sit perfectly still...sit perfectly still he heard his father's voice warning him. But the motions of Lord Joseph made it impossible to be still. Squirming, Lance moaned again, the sensation becoming stronger. "M'lord...please," Lance whispered, realizing that he'd spoken without being asked something.

Smiling at his disobiedence, Lord Joseph decided he would allow the rules to slide. "For tonight only," he whispered. "We shall have some fun, the rules forgotten." Moving to the other side of Lances' neck, Lord Joseph placed his husbands' hand upon his crotch, hinting at him for what he wanted done.

Trying to steady his shaking hands, Lance mimicked Lord Joseph's motions, stroking him. "Is...is this pleaseing to you, M'lord?" Lance asked nervously.

His eyes rolling into the back of his head as he continued to kiss Lances' neck, Lord Joseph replied, "Ve...very mu...much s...soooo..." His voice was raspy, his breathing slightly heavier then it had been a few moments before. "You wi...will be a...a fine thi...third hus...husband..."

Smiling slightly, Lance continued his actions until, with a ragged cry, a warm, sticky substance emitted from Lord Joseph, covering Lance's hand. Stopping what we was doing at once, Lance looked down at his hand, then back to his husband. "Did...did I do something wrong, M'lord?" he inquired timidly.

Shaking his head, Lord Joseph explained that he had done everything right so far. "You are pleasing me beyond my dreams Lance," he spoke soothingly once he regained his breath. Removing his hand from Lances' swollen member, he gently lifted him up off his lap and turned to lay him at the foot of the bed. Taking Lances' hand in his, he brought it to his lips where he began licking off the substance, his eyes locking on the green eyes that looked up at him.

Once Lord Joseph was finished with his task, he leaned down and kissed his new husband, the kiss quickly becoming demanding. Hearing Lance moan, Lord Joseph knew the time had come for he and Lance to finally consumate their vows. Kissing Lance again, Lord Joseph gently turned him on his stomach. Crawling up Lances' body, Lord Joseph kissed the back of his third husbands' neck while he moved his hips lightly, teasing the one below him.

Shaking uncontrollably, Lance looked back at Lord Joseph, who climbed on the bed. He knew he was not allowed to speak unless he was told to, but his nervousness got the better of him. "M...M'lord?" Lance asked in a shaky voice. "My father trained me for this day in everything b...but what would happen in the wedding night chamber. I...I am sorry for my nervousness...but I don't know what to expect and I am scared."

Running his finger over Lances' arm lightly after he rolled to the side, Lord Joseph looked into the green eyes that belonged to him. "What do you have to be scared of? Do you not know what the word 'consumate' means?"

His voice still shaky, Lance replied "Yes, M'lord. It means that I am to please you the way a husband should please the one he is wed to."

"And you do know what feels good when you bed on the night of your wedding, do you not?" Lord Joseph asked. Having been through the same fears with his two other husbands, he was not at all upset with his newest.

Looking nervoulsy at his new husband, Lance lowered his head just as quickly. "N...no, M'lord," he answered shyly. "I have only been taught to remain pure and untouched for my wedding night. I was told that I would be taught everything I needed to know about the wedding bed by...by you."

Smirking, Lord Joseph nodded and replied, "You have already mastered the art of touching and receiving the touch, and kissing. Next, you will learn the true art of what goes on in the wedding bed." Remaining on his side, while Lance lay on his back, Lord Joseph pulled Lances' right leg towards him, forcing his husband to lay spread eagle on his stomach. Reaching behind him for a small bottle of clear liquid, he lubricated his finger and gently pushed his way into his husband.

Lance gasped at the unfamliar and very uncomfortable pressure. Closing his eyes, he sharply inhaled when Lord Joseph inserted another finger. The pressure now turning to slight pain, tears welled up in Lance's eyes and began to spill over.

"If you cry now," Lord Joseph chided. "Then you will continue to cry into the night and I'll have to return to your room each night after that until you learn. And the others won't be very happy with you; taking all my time with them and training you to please your husband."

"Ye...yes, M'lord," Lance replied, silently willing the tears to cease. Lying as still as possible, he flinched slightly when his husband added a third finger. The pain increased slightly as Lord Joseph gave Lance time to adjust. All the time in the world, however, could not prepare Lance for what Lord Joseph did next.

When he felt that Lance had adjusted enough, he removed his fingers and moved to straddle the young blond. Stroking his softened member quickly back to hardness, Lord Joseph grabbed hold of Lances' shoulders, and thrusted into him as hard as he could for the first time, a low, long grunt the only sound at first.

Lance's scream echoed throughout the chamber as Lord Joseph continued his brutal thrusts. Crying, Lance gripped the head of the wedding bed and attempted to ease his body upward to escape the excruciating pain.

The louder Lance screamed, the more painful the thrusts seemed to be, and the more demonic Lord Josephs' laugh sounded. Holding tight onto his waist, the elder one made sure that his new husband could not move very far. "Wh...wha...what's th...the matter...Lance..." he grunted, pulling back on his waist roughly. "Are yo...you not en...enjoying yo...your wed...wedding night?"

Not being able to move, Lance dropped his head on the white satin pillow and sobbed, the pain unlike anything he'd ever experienced in his young life. He had not been prepared for how much the first time would hurt. "Please, M'lord," Lance begged, continuing to cry.

Seeming to be uncaring about the amount of pain his young husband was going through, Lord Joseph stopped his motions at once. Leaning down to Lances' ear, he hissed, "I will not have a weakling who cannot endure the simple pleasures of a wedding night for a husband."

Frightened of the tone in Lord Joseph's voice, Lance tried desperately to control his tears. "I...I am sorry, M'lord," Lance whispered quietly. "I do not mean to be displeaseing to you. It's...it's just that I was not trained to know what to expect on this night...and I was not prepared for the pain I would feel. Please do not be upset with me, M'lord."

The mood of the wedding night having been broken, Lord Joseph pulled out roughly from his husband and moved to return the robe to his body. "In 3 days, the rest of my family and I shall be leaving for a week, to the coast. You however, will not be present for the trip. On the day we leave, you will see us off, then return to your room. There you will stay until the day we return. Is that clear?"

Lowering his head in shame, Lance replied quietly. "Y...yes M'lord." Shyly putting an arm on Lord Joseph's shoulder, Lance attempted to make amends. "Permission to speak, M'lord."

Shrugging off Lances' arm, he turned to glare at him. "What?" Crossing his arms in front of him, Lord Joseph advised, "I am already displeased with your actions tonight. Choose your next words carefully."

"I...I am sorry about the way I behaved, M'lord," Lance apologized. "I had not been properly prepared for what was to happen in the wedding chamber." Shifting his body to the same position he'd been in before, Lance looked at his husband. "Please, M'lord," he begged. "Give me another chance...I will not make you displeased with me again."

Moving to tower over Lance, Lord Joseph glared down at him for a moment. When Lance thought that he might take his position back on top of him, another stinging sensation shot from his backside through his body; as his husband promply and as hard as he could, hit him across his sour backside. "Later tonight," he began, smiling as the imprint of his hand showed red against Lances' skin. "If I feel you have earned another chance. If not, then I will see you tomorrow morning at breakfast. One of your servents will come wake and dress you."

Knowing Lord Joseph was watching to see if he would cry again, Lance forced himself to remain quiet. "Yes, M'lord...I only want to please and be pleasing to you."

"Then learn how to please your husband," Lord Joseph snapped before he stormed to the door, slamming it shut when he exited.