Marriage Contract

Request by Welan

Grandma Sophia had always told me that I would have the man of my dreams. When I was a kid that always made sense. It was so common in every story that I had seen that I believed her. Stories about some kind of prince charming would come out and save his love from the villain right at the last second before they spent the rest of their life together. I always had my dream of who I wanted to marry.

He’d be rich, probably the son of some politician. He’d be strong, an athlete who played and excelled in multiple sports. 

He’d be friendly, loyal, dependable, and fun. It was always just a dream until I met Andrew Carson, son of the current Senator Carson. When I first met it him was like walking into my fantasy. Everything about him was perfect. I could tell the first time I’d seen him in high school that I would want to be with him for the rest of my life. Too bad Chelsea got her hands on him before I could. Even though we’d been in several groups together. And even alone on several occasions I just never had the courage to tell him. It was just after his dad heard my last name that we weren’t supposed to see each other anymore. 

I didn’t get it. Not until I told Grandma Sophia that Andrew would be getting married this weekend. “The hell he is!” She shouted. I’d never seen her so angry. She grabbed her coat and cane and got into the car. “You best get your ass in this car boy!” She shouted at me.

“Yes ma’am!” I hurried grabbing my own coat and rushed to the driver’s seat. I didn’t understand her current anger. She was normally so calm but right now she was uttering every evil curse she knew under her breath. Mom had always told me that she still believed in the old magics but I never know what that meant either. But my ignorance wasn’t going to get her to stop. 

I could see her fuming as I drove up to the Carson mansion. White flowers lined their long drive way while white ribbons hung from the trees. It looked like everything was just about set for a royal wedding. We walked up to the front door and I knocked. “Out of the way,” Grandmas Sophia scolded. She beat her old wooden cane against the door.

“Careful Grandma! You don’t want to break the door!”

“That’s not the only thing going to be broken if that shitty Senator doesn’t get his ass out here!” she shouted even louder. I flushed red with embarrassment. There weren’t many houses on the block but I still felt like everyone was staring at me. 

The door opened and one of Senator Carson’s maids answered the door. “Can I help you?” she asked with a bit of attitude. 

“I highly doubt it. Where’s Carson. Where’s that sneaky lying son of a bitch. He’d best not be trying to hide! If he is… OH! Is he going to regret crossing Sophia Lancaster!” She raised her voice even louder making sure everyone in the house could hear her. I looked over her shoulder and saw Senator Carson coming to the front door. 

“Oh!” Senator Carson acted surprised. “If it isn’t Mrs. Lancaster. Marie you can go back to work. I’ll handle this. She’s an old friend. Just a bit of a mix up.” Marie bowed her head and disappeared. But Grandma Sophia just glared. Her evil stare could make anyone quake but Senator Carson was somehow able to keep his calm demeanor. “Come in. Come in,” he laid his hands out, welcoming us into the entryway. I could see Andrew and his fiancé poking their head out from one of the doorways, trying to know what was going on. Another wave of embarrassment hit me. I just stared at the ground. “I think you know I’m having a wedding this weekend. So what seems to be…”

“You know damn well what the problem is!” Grandma waved her cane in his face. The old wooden stick had quite the weight that no one wanted to get hit with. “You may be able to talk your way out of most situations but not with me buddy boy. We made a deal. And if you don’t plan on keeping your end of the bargain I have no intention of keeping mine!”

“Bargain?” Senator Carson feigned innocence again. But there was sweat starting to sweat. It wasn’t much but behind that broad smile a bead went down the side of his face. “I don’t…”

“You don’t remember?” Grandma’s hot anger turned cold. “You might think I’m going to die soon but I won’t till I know my lineage is safe. The only reason I made a deal with your sorry used car sales man ass was to ensure my own children’s future. You can’t weasel your way out of this! It was signed in blood.”

“Blood?” I piped up.

Grandma ignored me as she stared up at her opponent. Despite being less than half his size she still had an amazing amount of fight in her. Most people didn’t mess with her. Even Senator Carson’s 6’3” muscled build seemed to shrink in her fury. “Now. You still have a chance to hold you’re end up.”

“Then you’re daughter should have had a girl,” Senator Carson seemed to have found some kind of courage. He obviously didn’t like being shouted at in his own house.

“The deal never specified a girl.”

“That’s where I come in.” Senator Carson stood firm. He didn’t seem to be budging on this at all. “If he was a girl then I would have happily upheld the bargain. But no, I can’t go campaigning with some faggot tagging along with my son. Just like how you want to protect your lineage, I’m going to protect mine.” 

Grandma didn’t appreciate the fierceness in his voice. She stared up at him but knew he wouldn’t budge. “If your son doesn’t marry my grandson, you’ll have to deal with a fate far worse than any I could ever conceive of.”

“Bring it on,” Senator Carson had an evil grin as he said it. The big guy had leaned in and whispered it into Grandma’s ear. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He stood back up and turned around. “We’re signing the paperwork today. So there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I guess you’re right,” Grandma Sophia conceded. “Just be prepared to lie in the bed you make. Broken promises mean a lot more to the spirits than they do to your voters.” She relaxed and headed for the front door. “Come along Davey. We’re going home.”

“Yes grandma…” I muttered following her. I couldn’t look up to see Andrew. This was just too awful. Now, right before his wedding day, he gets to hear, not from me, but from my grandma how I felt about him. After all the times we spent together, this is how he found out. I’d always felt like there might have been something there. Just the way we spent so much time studying together. There was a comfort in the silence. A comfort I never felt with anyone else. But I couldn’t say anything to him. I didn’t want to ruin what we had.

We sat in the car in silence. I had a flood of so many emotions I didn’t know what to do. “I’m sorry,” Grandma Sophia apologized. “I really am. Please don’t hold it against me. I did it for you… But the spirits must be appeased and if he refuses then it’s out of my hands…” She trailed off as she said it. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I gave in. “It’s not that bad. After all it’s Senator Carson’s fault anyway. For not keeping the deal,” I tried to keep it light. Even if I was angry, she was still my grandma. I knew how much I’d told her how perfect Andrew was for me. I told her all the times we spent together. But it was something I knew that was never meant to be. He had Chelsea since high school and I guess I realized that we would just be friends. I guessed Grandma had gotten it in her head that we were something more. 

I couldn’t help but be a little upset as I dropped Grandma Sophia off at her home and drive back to mine. The small apartment felt just a little more empty as I had to accept that Andrew was getting married. I just couldn’t help but think about it a little bit more. If he wasn’t so well off I might have been seen as a bit more appealing. I stopped and looked over myself thinking of the multi-sport college athlete with a wealthy family. 

Digging my face deep into my pillow I bit back the bitter tears. He would never feel the same about me. I was just being stupid thinking about Grandma’s stories again. But the image of Andrew wrapping his muscled arms around me and holding me tight filled my head. Even if delusional I still found it hot. The thought of the big guy holding onto me was still really appealing. I couldn’t help but think about it a little more as my dick grinded up against the mattress. 

“If he wasn’t the son of a senator…” I angrily mused. “He could have been something else… What if he grew up on a farm? Or was a cowboy?” I thought of his more toned and ripped muscles add just a little bit of fat to them. He’d wear white sleeveless shirts with blue jeans that wrapped tightly around his muscled ass. Dirt covered a lot of his clothes from working outside all day with the horses and bulls. He knew how to wrangle them. His strong stern voice could command a horse to do just about whatever he wanted and he’d ride bulls at the state fair. It was dangerous but that’s why he loved it so much. 

I was getting a little giddy about it. “If his dad wasn’t so rich... He might of…” I stuck to my fantasy. I wanted him to still be buff. A thought of him looking at me under his ten gallon hat as he leaned against the fence went through my mind. I’d walk up to him and feel up and down his shirt. He’d look down at me, lean over and kiss me right there. 

My pace on the mattress picked up. I’d never thought of him like this before. He’d always been so prim and proper but if he was dirty… If he wasn’t so rich… My mind flooded with even more ideas. He’d be dependent on me. I’d take care of him. Then his dad couldn’t say anything to me. That sourpuss who always had something sticking up his ass. I was so mad at how he treated me. It wasn’t just this time. It was every time. I was an outsider; someone his son wasn’t supposed to talk to. I thought about him being a horny little guy who did just about anything for sex. He should have never been elected. 

A devious satisfaction filled my body thinking about him losing nearly a foot in height but keeping a similar frame. He’d workout all the time begging guys for sex. He’d crave it more than anything. But my mind shifted back to Andrew. He’d still be the same 6’4” hunk I’d always known him as; just living a little more meagerly. He’d snuggle up behind me and hold me tightly in his arms at night. 

I didn’t notice that I’d came in my underwear. A sudden sleepiness overcame me. And feeling a nice warm body snuggled up behind me was just too comforting to move. I drifted off into sleep.

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As the morning light hit me I could feel Andrew stirring behind me. His muscular body pulled in closer to mine and he squeezed me tightly. “Mornin’ babe,” there was a bit of a twang in his voice as he said it. I could feel his hard dick in his boxers push up against my ass and it felt so good. He sounded so tired from yesterday.

“Morning…” I turned my head accepting the kiss. 

Andrew’s eyes opened wide as he realized who was underneath him. “What the hell?!” he shouted. There was still a bit of an accent that he hadn’t had before. He seemed to have heard it and calmed his voice down. “What the hell man?” Each syllable sounded deliberate as he kept the accent away.

I stared up at his near naked body. All he was wearing was a pair of boxers that were currently tented, pointing directly at me. I know I was staring. I forced myself to look away. “Uhh… I don’t know…” He stood up and starting pacing back and forth. All he was wearing was his dirty underwear and I could still see that bulge pointed forward. He tried to make it go down but every time he looked at me I saw it bounce.

“Duh fuck you mean you don’t know?” there was that accent again. 

“I don’t know! I don’t know! I mean Grandma Sophia always said she could do magic. And she said something about angry spirits but I don’t know.” I took a second to think about it a little more. Right in front of me stood exactly who I’d been thinking about the night before. Andrew stood in just his dirty underwear and looked down at me with his rugged face. “Grandma Sophia always said I’d have the man of my dreams. But I guess when I got older I thought it was just a joke. And that…” I paused remembering what had happened yesterday. “Oh no…” 

“What?” Andrew asked a little dumbfounded. 

I grabbed my phone and dialed Grandma. She picked up on the second ring. “Good morning sweetie,” I could hear the smile in her voice. “Is everything going ok?”

“Err…” I paused wanting to just say everything was great. But looking at Andrew I knew I couldn’t say that. “I’m not so sure… So I woke up and Andrew was in my bed.”

“Oh was he dear? Well it makes sense. You two are married after all.”

“We’re what.” It wasn’t a question. My mouth hung open. “That’s… That’s not… That’s not possible,” I made out. It was hard to grasp but I could see the gold ring around my finger and his. He realized what I was looking at and saw it too.

“What do you mean? You two have been dating for years? Why not get married? I know I shouldn’t be telling you this but the contract that I made for you was very specific about you getting the perfect boyfriend. And I guess I couldn’t imagine you with anyone other than Andrew.” She giggled as she sipped her morning coffee.

I was a bit stunned. “I guess… Uhhh… Who’d you sign the contract with?” 

“His father of course. He’s a bit weird but I just wanted to make sure my grandchild had someone who would always take care of him. And I always figured the spirits would do the rest.” 

“T-thanks,” I uttered out. I couldn’t believe it. “I’ll talk to you later, ok Grandma?”

“Sure thing sweetie. Love you.”

“Love you too…” I hung up the phone and looked at my husband. It almost felt normal thinking that. “So… She says she made a deal with your dad. So we might want to talk to him about it.” I shrugged.

“You think?!” Andrew shouted. He looked exasperated but as I pulled the sheets off me I could see his face soften a bit. He stiffened and went to look for some pants and a shirt. He pulled up the jeans over his thick legs and tossed a shirt over his muscled torso. The sleeves were torn off showing off his thick arms. I couldn’t help but stare. “You ready?” he demanded.

“Uhhh… Yeah… Sorry…” I threw on some clothes and followed him out the door. We hopped in what I figured was his truck but it wasn’t anything he would have normally driven. Dirt covered a lot of the red paint of the beat up truck while the rest was starting to chip off. He didn’t mention anything so I didn’t either. When he pulled out of the garage I wasn’t sure what to say. 

We were married. Somehow we were married. It just kept running through my head. I tried not to look too excited but I could feel the smile creeping across my face again. “Where are we headed?” I asked as we went away from everywhere else. We weren’t in the city or even the suburbs. Houses were spread farther apart with large corn fields in between. The property out here had always been incredibly cheap and most people just built trailers instead of houses.  

“Home?” Andrew said realizing where we were. We weren’t headed down a long rocky driveway; fields of corn on both sides of them. “Home…” he muttered again seeing the trailer in the distance. We walked up to the front door and knocked. I could feel Andrew wanting to put his arm around me but fighting the urge. He’d lean closer in and then take a step away. Andrew knocked on the door again. There were several loud crashes and then a loud groan.

“What the hell?” the voice shouted from the other side. We knocked again. “Go away!”

“Dad! Open the damn door you idiot!” Andrew shouted.

“Don’t fucking talk to yer ole man like that!”

“The hell I won’t! Yer dumbass got us in ta this fucking mess!” Andrew knocked harder. “So open the fuck up!”

The door opened to reveal Mr. Carson in almost his full glory. It was until he saw the two of us that he met us at attention. I saw his heavy blue balls dangling underneath his short cock. I couldn’t help but stare a little at his newer body. Apparently the spirits had taken me literally when I wanted him to be short because he was a good 3 inches shorter than me now, though his body was twice as wide. Each arm was a good 20 inches and his chest pushed far out in front of him. He leaned against the doorframe. “Why hello there,” his attitude changed to a far friendly tone.

Andrew’s arm shot around my back and he forced me behind him. “What the hell dad! He’s…” I could have sworn he was going to say mine. But pushed his dad further into the trailer. “What the hell’s going on? You sold me as a baby into a fucking marriage?”

“I didn’t mean to… I mean… It’s just I thought the Lancaster line was almost all female and when they had a son… Well…” he shrugged his shoulders. “A rather cute son,” he looked past Andrew towards me. There was a devious grin on his face.

“Don’t.” Andrew threatened.

“What?” Mr. Carson acted innocent. “You’ve got that one girl. Selma? Yeah, Selma. What do you care if I have a little fun with this one?”

“That wasn’t her name! It was...” he shouted. But the name didn’t come to him. He looked down at me and seemed to drift on again. His eyes were distant and he didn’t seem to care about the answer right now.

“Chelsea,” I added.

“Yeah! It was Chelsea! I was supposed to marry her and now I can’t!” Andrew shouted.

“Like that’s my fault,” Mr. Carson shrugged. He was moving some of the empty creatine and protein powders off around his living room giving us more places to sit. It seemed like he took every chance he got to show off his wide asshole between his thick ass every chance he got. He kept looking over his shoulder to see my reaction.

“DAD!” Andrew shouted again. “We need to fix this!”

“Fix it?” Mr. Carson laughed. “There’s nothing to fix. It’s how things are now. I’m, whatever this is, and you’re whatever that is. But if you really want to go find Shelly by all means. Just leave that tasty little snack behind you.” He gave me a wink.

“You stupid shit!” Andrew punched his father. “He’s mine!” It took a second for Andrew to realize what he’d just done. His father was nearly knocked to the floor from the single punch but looked back at me. “I mean…” We stood in silence for a second. Our minds seemed to lock onto the idea. We were married. I turned to him seeing him try to grasp the situation.

“What do you mean?” I asked pulling a little closer. He held his hands out in front of him a little confused. “Cause… You know… I’ve always…”

“Stop it,” Andrew muttered. He didn’t like me getting closer to him. He took a step back trying to deny his urge. The crack in his voice was enough to give it away. “I ain’t like him. I ain’t just some dumb horny dumbass…” That southern twang entered his voice again. “I ain’t supposed to be wit you…”

“But do you want to be?” I ran my hands up and down his chest. “I want to be with you,” I smiled and pushed him down onto his father’s couch. He fell down easily, gripping my hands. I fell on top of him but he let go.

“I ain’t s’posed to…”

My hands unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He seemed to have forgotten what he wasn’t supposed to be. The big guy bucked his hips up forcing the back of his head against the couch. Whatever resistance to us being together seemed to be leaving him. My hand gripped his hard cock. It was already pointed to the sky as I lowered his pants even more. He let out a moan. 

“You aren’t supposed to…?” I questioned giving it a lick.

“I… Ain’t…” my mouth covered his head and he moaned. His hand naturally pulled to the back of my head. I could feel his hand pushing me further down onto it. He bucked into me but my mouth seemed to take it fine. With each push I could feel the reality cementing more clearly. Andrew was a cowboy through and through. He lived and worked on a farm that I helped pay for. We’d gone to high school together but when I told him I might be going away for college he pulled me in close and told me, “I don’t give a damn about the guys think. If you fuckin leave me for someone else I’ll be mighty pissed. Just when yer gone know I’m still here.”

He ended it with a kiss and that’s when we started dating. No more of this stupid maybe, maybe not. He was forward and passionate. Long gone were the study nights where I would just wonder how he felt and replaced by weekends where I’d come home and we’d have long nights that turned into sex. I could feel my ass widen to more easily accommodate his dick. “Fuck,” he growled, pulling my head off his dick. “You make me too god damn horny!” 

He flipped our positions and suddenly I was on bottom. My face was pushed deep into the couch. I could feel my pants go down the sides of my legs. He mounted me from behind. “That’s it buddy! That’s fuckin it!” he was wild and on a mission as he pushed into my ass. I knew it was his favorite position. I could feel him digging deeper. Luckily I’d put enough saliva on his dick to add some kind of lubricant as he pushed up against my colon. “Oh fuck man!” he shouted. His hips bucked back and forth against mine. He was lost in the lust as he rode my ass just like one of his bulls. One hand in the air while the other rubbed against my back.

The deep callouses ran across my softer skin. He pushed me down deeper into the couch. He was slowing down; holding himself back. He wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to savor the feeling just like always. The wild passion turned softer as he put more of his weight on top of my back. Small, little motions that kept it lighter. He gripped the cushion beneath me while he bit into my shoulder. He was so ready. I could feel him fighting it but each little hump sent him so much closer. His body was ready. His mind was ready. His dick unloaded into me. The warm cum filled my insides.

I could feel my dick releasing the same kind of pressure all over Mr. Carson’s couch. When my mind finally came to I realized what I’d done. “Oops…” I muttered trying not to get into it. 

“It’s alright buddy,” Mr. Carson said. There was a dollop of cum on his abs. “Not the first time that’s happened. Won’t be the last.” 

Andrew pulled me into a hug again. “Better not be the last,” he lightly bit into my neck teasing me. But I couldn’t help but say I felt the same.