A Special Wedding 2

I am the wedding planner for a very particular wedding. My friend Agustín, 48 years old, is getting married to Patricio, 23.

After the civil ceremony, we moved on to an even more intimate ceremony where Agustín made vows as Patricio's slave, and Patricio did the same as his new Master.

Agustín was naked, on his knees, and had received a dog collar from his fiancé, which he had placed around his neck.

Now, one of the groomsmen approached Patricio with a wooden box and opened it in front of him. Patricio took out a chastity cage and, gently pulling Agustín by the ring on the front of the dog collar, made him slowly get up, and now it was Patricio who knelt down with one leg on the floor and the other raised.

With great gentleness, he held Agustín's balls and passed the ring through them before putting on the cage.

"Agustín, at this moment, I put this chastity cage on you as a sign that I take you as my property, from today on, your body belongs to me, and I promise to take care of it and procure it like a valuable object."

"Patricio," Agustín responded, standing up with his hands behind his back, "I accept this chastity cage as a sign that I will keep my body only for you, recognizing that you are its owner and that you decide what happens to it."

All of us present waited in silence for Patricio to put the cage on Agustín. As we waited for this to happen, memories of that morning when I ran into Agustín came to mind.

"Why are you so quiet?" he asked me, taking a sip from the glass that Patricio had given him with his morning urine a few minutes earlier.

"I have to confess that I'm surprised," I said. "When I met you, you only had eyes for women, and you spent your time trying to conquer them all, and now I find out that you're going to marry a man much younger than you, and who, on top of that, treats you like his slave." Agustín smiled and took another sip from his glass.

"I don't understand how the change happened," I confessed, hoping he would tell me how it happened.

"You're right, I never noticed a man before, nor did they attract my attention," he told me. "In fact, in college, I can assure you that I slept with all the women in my faculty, including the teachers."

Agustín continued his story, and I listened in silence:

When we lived in Turin, my children left home to study. My relationship with my wife changed: she was always in a bad mood and reproached me for not earning enough; she had a good job at an institute, and I only found a few English classes. Her name was... is Helena. Helena was always in a bad mood until she met an Italian ten years younger than us.

His name is Guido, and he was an Adonis; tall, athletic, with bronzed skin and green eyes, a perfect profile; a long, thin nose, a square chin, curly hair, a long neck with a prominent Adam's apple. His body was slender but elongated and very sen...