𝘼𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 | mach & bear

[HeyThereLittleBear]

ancient arrangements

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A wedding - oh what a joyous event this was, that a wedding was announced from the Royals to the people. The murmurs through the commoners were more than the murmurs through the Royal Family, the handmaids and servants all nervous about accepting someone into their ranks. It had been a long time since someone from another coutnry had been selected to wed into the Royal Family, even worse that it was an arrangement set to settle the war between this country and their bitter enemy. Peace had to come to the lands, but at what cost would peace come?

The Straee royal line had followed a strict code for centuries now that kept their bloodlines pure and their marriages had remained strong. It was a society that was different from any of the ones around it. Most families followed the man of the household and were lead, without a doubt, into war and poverty. This Queendom was far different from any surrounding it for the simple fact that no man had a position of power, or had a position of power in over three hundred years. The last Queen that had served under man had ended the tyranny of man with the beheading of her dearest husband, displaying it on a pike in front of all of her people for them to see what their precious King had been reduced to. It was a man's world it was ended with man's language. The resulting silence throughout the kingdom had been a breath of fresh air, the people oddly satisfied despite the violent way that Elizabeth Straee had come to rule.

With new rule came new rules, new traditions that were to be passed down through the generations of women. The entire hierarchy and function of the inner workings of the family changed as the rule moved from King to Queen. Men were effectively stripped of rights much as women had suffered beneath for ages. It was a female-driven society, based around the trades that women could provide. Men were often put to work with menial tasks and the land saw a surge in women taking on harder jobs - woodworking, farming, even smithing were taken over by women who had learned the craft beneath men that thought them to be lesser simply for being born a woman. The economy flourished like never before, and bred a new mindset among the people. Truly, it seemed, women were the superior of the genders.

The success lead to the Royal Family's overall success. When war was raged against their people, they were beyond prepared. Supplies, soldiers, health care, all of it was top-notch in comparison to their bitter rival. They had started a war without understanding their enemy and were suffering the consequences of attacking someone they didn't understand. The kingdom had supplies to spare and better strategies. The women at the front of the line brought back reports of the weakening side. The men were growing weary from the war, the battles shorter and easier won. It was only a matter of time. The wedding was announced and celebrated because it meant several grand things: the women would be coming home from the battlefront, and the Royal Family would be hosting the event.

The Queen knew what the others didn't know - fresh blood would keep the Royal Family from crumbling internally in on itself. Men had nearly been replaced entirely in the bedrooms of the family, handmaidens better at pleasing a woman than a man had been. She'd already caught wind of rumors of her daughter sleeping with her maid, something forgivable but admonished often for the path that it took most women down. She feared that there would be no heir to the throne if her daughter kept on the path she was on. The truce would save her Queendom, she felt, and save the other Kingdom from their own stupidity. She wouldn't win the war without one final strike against their Rival - the Prince was to come to their Castle and be indoctrinated in their ways prior to the marriage. They couldn't have a man come to the throne with no understanding of how they operated.

Today was the day. The air was heavy with anticipation and whispers moving through the kingdom as the gates opened for the public, the Princess dressed to impress with her finest gold threaded dresses sparkling in the sunlight. Her vivid red hair was brushed away from her tender face and pulled back behind her head, pinned in place with her most exquisite tiara. She dripped with confidence as she mingled with the common folk that comprised her future Queendom, the people just as fond of her as she was of her people. She could feel her own heart pounding her chest, her trepidation of the situation hidden beneath her face with her cool demeanor. She dared not to show she was nervous about the situation, but her softly trembling hands were a dead giveaway.

Wedded. The thought chilled her spine as she turned her eyes to approaching carriages.

 

[Machiavelli]

A wedding, an arranged marriage to end a war was hardly how Prince Nicodemus Majoris of the Solar Kingdoms of the East had imagined his contribution to the good of his people. But they had been losing the war in massive fashion, despite a few battles won by his tactical strategy, something most of the Lords - having been given positions by birth and lacking any need to earn them - lacked, and so there needed an end. And when Kinda Harold Majoris V, his father, had offered up his sister's hand in marriage, the Queendom had rejected it.

In their society, it was the women who stepped up to rule, to command, and the idea of placing a foreign woman into that role was unnacceptable. In counteroffer, they had requested Nicodemus be wed to their Crown Princess, and the deal - and the peace - had been struck.

And so he'd been packed up with his belongings, and a suit had been prepared for him to wear as the offered groom to the Princess, before he was loaded into lavish carriages and sent off to their capital. Surely, if they had known anything about the culture, he would have been briefed about it, prepared in some way, but instead, all he knew was that the women led, and that he was to learn their ways over the coming days, so that he could be a proper Prince their throne when he wedded their heir. He had every intention of proving himself in that regard. No one truly understood why the two nations had been warring, and he wasn't childish enough to believe that simply because they had been at war, that these people were pure evil simply due to a political disagreement. He didn't despise this, though his nerves twisted in his stomach and provided anxiety as they drew closer to the tall spires of the castle.

The gates opened before them, tall and beautiful, and they were paraded down the main street to the palace. It was there that he stepped out of the carriage, wearing a tunic and pants of fine white silks, detailed with delicate silver strands, a thin coronet around his head, across his temples, having always preferred a more subtle alternative to a crown.

The Princess, or the young woman he presumed to be the princess, was a small, petite woman, young, sweet-looking, with shocking bright hair and glittering garments, beauticul and poised. He approached slowly, escorted by female guards, and locked eyes with her for a moment. Once he was six feet away, he stopped, and slowly sank to a knee, bowing his head, as a carefully-selected female herald next to him spoke out, loud enough for all to hear.

"Presenting the Crown Prince of the Solar Kingdoms of the East, His Royal Majesty, Nicodemus Majoris the First." She called out as he fell into the submissive kneeling position before this redhead, eyes downcast, nervous and uncertain at best.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Evelyn had been only a child the last time someone royal had come to so much as visit her kingdom and her excitement felt no different from then. The carriage that the Prince was delivered in was beautiful, decorated in the colors and designs of his people. He was every bit as handsome as she had been promised he would be, standing with sturdy shoulders and the look on his face of never having done a day's work in his life. He was most certainly the part of a Prince of a male kingdom, even the swagger in his step as he bowed respectfully to her and was presented. She could hear her mother behind her doing a soft and proper clap, the Princess' lips in a tight smile.

"Welcome to our Queendom, Prince." She didn't address him by name, her eyes moving from him to the crowd around him, "Tell me, Prince. What was the name of your mother?" The line had passed down the Solar name and he, too, expected to be addressed by it. He would have to learn their ways and their people and this would be only step one. Her eyes moved over his frame slowly as if she were looking at cattle, appraising him and thinking of the way that their children might look. They'd be lovely kids, undoubtedly, but she worried of his ability to care for them and guide them in the right direction. Could a man who hadn't been raised here truly instill in them the same teachings that had been passed down for generations?

She pushed her internal fretting aside and turned to the Handmaid that was often at her side. The woman offered an ornate box to the Princess that she'd been tasked in carrying, and the Princess in turn opened it to inspect what was inside. The box itself was intensely beautiful, stained black wood with gold designs on it and around the trim. Inside of it, a plush silk pillow held just one simple item - a cage. It was molded to fit the male form, keeping him chaste and only able to urinate with his penis. Satisfied with the design of the cage that had been chosen, Evelyn shut the box and turned to her future husband. She offered the box to him, her gaze expectant. Surely, she hoped, his family had prepared him for the public caging ceremony. It was a testament to his faithfulness and servitude to his wife.

 

[Machiavelli]

Nico hesitated on his knees, but soon the Princess spoke, and his eyes slowly rose to look at her from his position on his knees. "My mother was born Natalie Valeria, Princess." He replied, having expected that particular line of questioning. It didn't particularly matter what she called him in terms of his family name - he was certain he would soon bear hers.

He waited politely as a box was passed to the Princess, and he watched her assess the contents. He had no idea what lay in that box, nor any of the things awaiting him. Instead, he was waiting, kneeling, before her, wondering what strange things this place's culture had.

Already he's seen much. Men were plain-clothed here, the women lavish. There were significantly fewer men about, and they were muscled, built. He wasn't out of shape, but his look was more lean and fit, whereas these men had the bodies of laborers. He was built as an image of masculine beauty, almost, with lean form and defined muscle, chiseled face and groomed hair.

He didn't really know what to say or do, so he remained on his knees. "I apologize for my ignorance, as I do not know your culture and customs, but I will request your guidance and patience during my ignorance." He asked, voice level and polite, clearly open and intending to submit himself to learning what they were requesting of him, as much as he could. His ignorance was easily admitted, and he had no problem with telling her that he would need her aid.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Valeria. The name was familiar, possibly even something she'd read long ago in a text. "Very well, Prince Valeria. Before we are wed, you will bear the name of your Mother. Your old name is dead, as is your old life. We want - no, need - for you to learn the ways of our people so that you will fit into our society. When my time comes, you will be a King beside me on my throne. I need a King that upholds the values of my people and can lead through example for our men."

Evelyn seemed unfazed by him not knowing their customs, seeming almost to smile softly as he professed his lack of knowledge and his desire for her to educate him on their ways. "Please, stand." She offered him her hand, the other holding the box still. Once standing, she stepped to his side to show the watching crowd the box in her hand. "I, Princess Evelyn Straee do claim this man as mine. Prince Valeria, from this day forth until we are wed, I claim all that is masculine within you."

She turned to him now, releasing his hand as she pulled the cage from the box. "Drop your trousers." She whispered the command, guiding him down the path of their ways.

 

[Machiavelli]

He nodded slightly, and slid his hand into hers, feeling the soft, cool touch of her skin on his. He accepted her words without objection. Taking a position as King when the time came, representing the male gender in their culture, that, despite not knowing what it was, still fit his expectations of his role in the world.

Evelyn. It was a beautiful name, and he couldn't hold back a small smile as she claimed him before the crowd. It was an interesting phrasing, for sure, but he didn't expect much else. Men were the submissive gender in this culture, so it made sense that she would be claiming him in this marriage.

However, as she revealed the contents of the box, his eyes widened in surprise. It was strange, though the object was vague, he knew what it was, though he'd never seen it before. He'd heard of objects like this, but he had never expected to encounter one, let alone have it applied to him.

Her command surprised him further, his eyes going wide and his eyebrows going up. He almost objected, he almost refused, almost shook his head. But he remembered that this was for peace. This was for his people, and this was his role to play to keep his people and his family safe. He had to do this, and he'd promised his parents that he would do what he could to fit into his new life, to live a comfortable one, and to make this peace last. That he would find a way to survive and flourish, despite circumstances.

And so slowly, he undid the gold belt, dropping the white trousers to the ground at his feet, revealing himself. His manhood was thick and long, clearly having been blessed in terms of size and shape, though that mattered less in this culture, he imagined. He was cleanly groomed, though far from hairless, a picture of masculinity exposed. Or perhaps it didn't. Despite his exposure, he felt a slight rush of... excitement? His skin flushed brightly at his exposure as his hands shook. He clasped them behind his back for good measure.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

She wouldn't dare admit it to another soul, but she was thoroughly surprised at what she saw when his trousers dropped down. His manhood was longer than she'd expected, her eyes moving over his thick size even when soft. Instead of feeling impressed, she let out a soft grunt of disapproval. The crowd of women had taken to giggling, some turning to each other to whisper among themselves. Evelyn's eyes watched the crowd as the man stood like a statue with his arms behind his back.

"What a gentleman," She mused as she watched him, her eyes moving up to his face. "You offer to me a prize that is quite masculine." Her hand lifted the cage, which was a bit too small for his length to fit inside of. "We're going to have to get you appropriately prepared for your cage."

The hand not holding the cage was swift, an open palmed slap delivered to his balls. "Keep your hands behind your back." She instructed, the girls in the crowd giggling further as the man was emasculated for their viewing pleasure. How dare he present himself not entirely limp, even further, how dare he show excitement to a group of women. His arousal was at his Wife's command, and his wife to be had not commanded him to become aroused. The man truly didn't seem to grasp how deep the society had its control over men. Men were lusty creatures that had to be tamed and kept under cage... If not, their history books showed men oft turned to rape and molestation of women, other men, and the most depraved even preyed on children. Such a disgusting society that had been.

"We must achieve an appropriate size. Do you understand, Prince Valeria?"

 

[Machiavelli]

His skin was flushed as there was giggling and whispering at his exposure. Her eyes wandered to his face and he tried to keep himself composed and neutral as she examined him, her soft grunt of disapproval confusing and annoying him slightly. What had she expected?

Yet then she almost praised him, and she held the cage up, explaining that they needed to 'prepare' him. He wasn't readied for the sharp slap across his balls, which quite nearly took him to his knees. His mouth parted in a deep groan, gasping for breath as his legs trembled and he shuddered, trying not to collapse.

As he steadied himself, regaining control, flushed and humiliated by the laughter and giggles from the crowd of women observing the spectacle, she spoke again, telling him that they had to achieve an appropriate size. His brow furrowed slightly, and he shook his head slowly, uncertain.

"I'm... afraid I don't, Princess." He said softly, voice only just loud enough to carry, uncertain if he was speaking to her, to the crowd, or both. He'd rather forget that there was a crowd there, to be perfectly honest, but that was impossible, given the whispering, giggling, and cat-calling from those gathered, the interested stares of some, the hungry gazes of others, and the sharp, terrifying looks of the warrior women.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

The humiliation aspect of this ritual made her thrive on how he flushed in front of the crowd, his body and his shame for everyone to see. She enjoyed watching as he tried to regain himself from the unexpected slap to his balls, her eyes glittering with silent laughter as she glanced to the crowd. "He doesn't understand, ladies." The giggles erupted in bands, her hand moving to rest on his hip.

"Prince Valeria," She looked at his cock, then up to his face, "Your cock is too stiff currently for me to fit in your cage. Most of our men have been in some form of cage since they go through puberty. Once a man starts to feel his urges he's... Tainted." Her hand struck him again, another firm slap that came from below and hit solidly between the two testes. She enjoyed watching the skin tug and pull, trying to adjust and pull his balls away from the attack. "I can't have someone come into my castle while he's still under the influence of his masculine urges. I need for you to be as pure of cock as you are of everything else. You'll be caged, then we'll bathe you, and redress you. We need you presentable for the court."

Her eyes moved to his withering cock again, comparing it against the cage. Still, his cock was too large for her to wiggle it in, even if she used oil as an aid to get him in... Which would be far too kind of her to do for her to someone that wasn't quite worthy of mercy. She moved to let the crowd see his aching loins, her eyes moving over the crowd. With them having full view, she delivered another harsh smack to his groin, hitting shaft and balls this time.

 

[Machiavelli]

The laughter around him was a shock. Clearly, even as a male royal here, he was beneath even the women gathered here, as they took amusement from his pain and discomfort. The Princess, so matter-of-fact about his cock, and another slap, causing his balls to jerk as she firmly abused them. A low groan escaped him, eyes fluttering back slightly as his body reeled, but despite himself, he was almost... aroused by it. As if proving her right. Proving that he was tainted by obscene urges that only made him harder as she abused him for the crowd.

She shifted to one side though, giving the crowd a full view of him, and then a hard, cruel smack between his legs drove him down onto his knees as his breath gave out, a dull, low, masculine cry of pain as his body shuddered. His cock softened slowly, even that pain too much to be aroused by, though the tension of desire still filled him, a lustful hunger beneath his skin. There was just something... strangely erotic about this world he'd stepped into. Not that he was certain that was a good thing - the favor definitely seemed in the hands of the women, to an extreme.

As the harsh, twisting, gut-wrenching pain and nausea subsided, he found himself panting on his knees, cock more limp now, looking up at the pretty young princess who, just a little bit earlier, he would have sworn to be an innocent young thing without a cruel bone in her. Oh how perceptions changed... Though part of him wondered if she thought this was cruel, or rather, just part of what had to be done.

He wasn't sure which he'd prefer.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

The stench of male desire rolled off the man in hot waves even through the abuse that he endured, and frankly she didn't know how she felt about the entire situation. As her weight shifted and her hips rolled from side to side, she could feel the familiar warmth of her own arousal between her legs. Men weren't the only ones that could be aroused, but she wasn't sure what was causing this. Typically, she felt this way when she was undressed by her handmaid, feeling the woman's tender hands against her own skin as they... No. She had to stop that train of thought before it could drift off any further, her focus returning fully to the man on his knees.

He was so much like a dog, panting in his pain and need. His cock had at least softened to where it would fit within the lovely cage she'd brought for him, her hands deft as she pressed it around his cock. It secured with a click that was loud enough for the crowd to hear, his member still thick inside of the cage, though ensuring that he wouldn't be stiff again without her permission. The princess kept a hand on his shoulder to keep the man on his knees, her sandeled foot sliding across his caged cock slowly.

She moved to let the crowd view him again, caged and subjugated for their pleasure and amusement. "I present him to you now, caged and owned." She grinned wide as her hand moved from shoulder to the hair at the back of his head, tugging it back softly, "Do you feel like a man now, Prince?" Evelyn teased in a soft, low voice that was between just the two of them. Her eyes moved to the crowd, enjoying the pleasure of the women enjoying seeing a man put into his place.

"From here out, you need my permission in all things. You eat when and what I say, you dress how I dress you, and you speak when I allow it. You are giving up all of your decisions to me. All of your choices. You are understanding and agreeing that you are entering into a relationship where none of what you need to do is on you. You will be told what to do. There's no stress. There's no worry. There are just tasks. Do you understand?"