The New Bridesmaid
Copyright© 2026 by TheNovleist2000
Chapter 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The groom is reduced to a bridesmaid by the best man.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Coercion Heterosexual Cuckold Slut Wife Wimp Husband Humiliation
It was the morning of my wedding day, and I woke up in the hotel room, alone, with a start.
My crotch had been aching all night, and I massaged the pubic area to find some relief. But it was of no use. I had caged myself for a week under the instructions of my then girlfriend Jasmine, and the thought of bedding her soon only worsened the ache.
The clock on the bedside table told me that it was only eight, and I thought I could go back to sleep if I wanted. But I knew I wouldn’t fall asleep again. The ache and anticipation had kept me awake the better part of the night, and I felt icky as sweat clung to the back of my T-shirt.
I clambered down my bed and limped towards the bathroom, my cock straining against the pink plastic cage.
When I got out of the shower, the hotel landline rang.
“Did you get a good night’s sleep, babe?” Jasmine said in a groggy voice. I could imagine her lying on the bed, smiling as she held the headset to her right ear.
“Not really.” I answered her honestly. “The cage has been killing me, Jas. I could barely sleep last night.”
Jas giggled. “I know you want me alright,” she said. “You just have to wait for a few more hours.”
“More like a whole day,” I complained.
“Half the day will go by before you know it.” She reassured me. “I know it’ll be for me. There’s a lot to do. Makeup. Hair. Getting into the gown and stuff.” Her voice then dropped to a low, seductive tone. “And I’ll be in your arms during the other half.”
“That’d be torture for me, though,” I said. “Being so close to you and still having my cock locked up.”
“I should keep you away from me, then,” she said, apparently amused that I was aching for her.
The thought of her smiling brought my attention back to the cage, and I fiddled with it with one hand as the other held the handset. “You’ll be having the key on you, right?” I said. “Maybe you can unlock me after the vows, and maybe I can be free when we have our first dance?” I said the last part with a rising tone to send the message that I was just suggesting the idea rather than pushing it on her.
“No, silly.” She laughed. “My gown doesn’t have a pocket, and I’m not wearing it on my neck.” She giggled. “People will ask questions.”
“Jas, where do you--” I started but she cut me off.
“I have already given the key to Jonny,” she said, referring to Jonathan, my best man.
“What the hell, babe,” I started to go off at her, but remembering that we were just about to get married, I lowered my tone. “Jas, he can’t know about it.” I said.
“Well, he does now.” She said, “Besides, he’s gonna be with you all day, anyway,” she continued. “He can follow you to the bathroom in case of emergencies.”
“Aright, fine.” I sighed. Afterall, he was a close friend, and he’d known me for a long time. “Btw, where the hell is he?” I continued. “I need him to help me fetch my tux. I spilled some beer on it when I was trying it last night and had to send it to the dry cleaner.”
For a few seconds, no sound came out of her side, and I started wondering if the call had dropped. “Hello?” I said.
I heard her breathe. “Sorry, babe,” she said. “You’re gonna have to go fetch that tux yourself.” And with great reluctance, she added. “Umm ... Jonny is in the room with me.”
My heart raced, as I held onto the handset tightly. “What do you mean?”
Then, I heard his voice. “Hey, champ,” he said. “Your key is safe with me.” I thought I heard a slight chuckle but I dismissed it as interference. “I’ll come find you later.”
Then, Jas took the handset back. “Yes, babe. I need Jonny with me. I’ll need help with getting into the gown.”
“What about the girls?” I protested. “Becky? Greta? Natalie?”
“Becky and Natalie are downstairs in the hall, making sure that everything goes according to the plan,” she said. “You know how the staff can be sloppy with everything when no one is watching.”
“And Greta?” I interjected.
“Greta is on some other errand.” She then said something to Jonny in a muffled voice, perhaps blocking the receiver with her hand. She then continued. “And I need a strong man, hon. The gown is really heavy.”
“I could do it for you,” I said, almost wanting to run off to her room, but Jas stopped me.
“No,” she said. “I don’t want you to see me until I walk down the aisle, and it is bad lu--”
She was about to say something, but I heard Jonny’s voice in the background, and Jas wrapped up the conversation. “Tom, I gotta go,” she said. “There’s a lot of things to do. I will meet in the hall later.”
She then gave me a mwah over the line, and I heard Jonny letting out a chuckle.
The thought of Jonny helping Jas with the gown left me uneasy. No doubt, Jas would be wearing something underneath before getting into the gown. It wasn’t like she would be stripping naked in front of him or anything like that. Still, the thought of Jonny seeing her even in her bra and panties before I did - though that was very unlikely, since she would probably wear something more decent underneath in front of another man- made my cock press tightly against the cage.
After I got into a shirt and jeans, I took the elevator down to the hall, and along the way, I was worried that my cage would show.
I half expected to be treated like a king when I walked into the hall, but without my tux on, the crew didn’t really recognise me. Some were busy adjusting the lights, and others were laying cream-coloured table cloths on round tables and placing centerpieces in the middle.
Like Jas told me earlier, I saw Becky and Natalie near the altar, with Becky holding the wedding planner in her hand, bossing people around, and Natalie trailing after her.
Gosh! These two are sexy. I thought. I knew it was wrong of me to see them that way, especially on my wedding day, but Jas only hung out with equally hot, if not hotter, girls, and I admit at times I had a bit of a crush on them. Especially on Becky. She was already wearing her pink bridesmaid dress, and her brunette hair really stood out amongst blondes like Jas and Natalie.
I wanted to go over and talk to them, but I heeded my better judgement. The cage was already tight on my cock like a vice, and seeing beautiful women would only worsen the ache. Also, wearing a cage makes a man very insecure like you’ve been excluded from the dating pool. Like you are an outsider looking into a world of hot chicks who will be taken by anyone but you. But that’s what marriage would do as well, I thought, and I let out a small chuckle as I turned around and headed to the dry-cleaning place.
At around 11, Jonny found me in my room. I had just got into my tux after having breakfast, and I was sitting on the edge of my bed, anxious and a bit pale, as he barged in.
“Hey, I tried calling Jas again, but she didn’t pick up.” I blurted out, as soon as Jonny came into the room. “What’s going on?”
“Yeah ... yeah ... she’s busy,” he said, dismissing my worries. “You know how brides can be on their big day,” he continued, slapping me on the shoulder. “And you’ve already talked to her this morning.”
At 6’ 1”, Jonny towered over me, and the grey suit he had on fitted him really well.
“I just wanted to know what had happened with the gown,” I said, trying to appear cool but failing miserably. “Did she get into it yet?”
“Yeah ... she’s in it,” he said. “I left her there cuz the makeup artist is gonna come up to her soon.”
“So you helped her in?”
“Um-hmm,” he said, nodding and shrugging his shoulders.
“Is she wearing anything underneath?” I asked, unable to hold my curiosity any longer, although even at the time, I knew it was strange asking the best man about the bride’s underwear.
He looked at me, grinning. “I don’t think you’re supposed to know that yet, bud. You’ll find out later in the suite.” He gave me another slap on my arm, grinning more as he walked towards the minibar.
“Do you want a beer?” He said, and he opened one and sipped it when I shook ‘no’.
“Tell me, you cheeky bastard” I said, getting up and pestering him from behind. “What is she wearing underneath?”
He turned around and took another sip of his beer before casually throwing out, “Nothin’.” He then paused, stroked his chin and added. “Unless you count the garter.”
“Nothing?” I said, my hand shaking at the possibility of Jonny seeing Jas naked before me. “Was she ... umm ... naked?”
“She made me close my eyes,” He said, smirking this time. “But I admit I took a quick peek.”
Jonny seemed to be disinterested in the conversation, and his eyes kept drifting towards my crotch. And I blushed when I remembered that he had my chastity key. “What took you so long?” I asked, trying to ignore the rising heat in my cheeks. “Were you in her room the whole time?”
“I know. I should’ve come down to you sooner,” he said, putting the beer down. He walked towards the chair in the corner and sat down, as I followed closely behind him like a lost puppy. “But Jas needed my help with the toilet,” he said.
“The toilet?”
“Yeah. You know. Someone’s got to lift the gown up for her when she pees” He said.
“She peed in front of you?” I asked. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Jas was very shy on matters like this, and even when we were alone, she didn’t want me hanging around outside the toilet whenever she had to pee.
“Yep,” he said.
“So did you see her pussy?”
He looked up at me. “I don’t want to make you angry, bud,” he said, trying to avoid my question. But I could guess the answer from his tone.
“I won’t get angry,” I said. “I want to hear you say it.”
He stared at me skeptically, as if he was still deciding whether he should tell the truth or not. “I may have lifted her gown a little more than necessary,” he said. “And might’ve made her spread her thighs more than she probably realised,” he continued, grinning like a bastard.
I swallowed. The thought of seeing Jas’s most private parts made blood rush to my temples, each heartbeat thudding in my skull. “Is she shaved?” I asked, knowing too well that it was quite emasculating to ask the best man if the bride had shaved.
“Yes,” he said, clearly enjoying his power over me. “But she left a little patch on top,” he continued. “It reminded me of the Palm Islands in Dubai.”
I stared at him, speechless, but his eyes were fixed right on my crotch. “What does that make you feel, huh?” He said. “Jelaous? Horny?”
He couldn’t possibly know how horny I was, and I realised I couldn’t tolerate anymore. “Gimme the key,” I said, trying to get to his pockets, but he was stronger than me and kept me at bay.
“Jas told me you cannot have that until after the ceremony, bud” he said, standing up and running off to the other end of the room.
“Screw Jas,” I said, running after him. “Gimme the key, dammit.”
When I caught up with him, he fished out the key from his breast pocket and dangled it above me. “No can do, buddy.” He said.
“Yes, you can,” I replied, as he humiliated me every time I tried to reach over it. “My cock, my cage, my damn key.”
“Alright ... alright” he said, pushing me on my chest and keeping me at arm’s length. “Let’s make a deal.” He then put the key back into his pocket and pressed his hand over it. “What are you gonna do with it?”
“Unlock myself and jerk off?” I said. I couldn’t believe that I was discussing masturbation with Jonny, but things had come down to that.
He made me sit on the edge of my bed as he stood over me. “Show me what you’ve got first,” he said, eyeing my crotch.
“No way,” I said. “I ain’t showing you nothing, man.”
But Jonny said nothing. He only turned around and prepared to leave.
“Wait,” I said, standing up. “No ... don’t go.” He looked back at me over his shoulder, like he was waiting for me to do something. I immediately pulled down my fly and swallowed hard. “Okay ... okay, you can have a peek.”
The gesture brought a smile to his lips. He turned around and walked back toward me. “That won’t do, my boy. I can’t see anything through your zipper.”
He told me to undo my belt and pull down the trousers, alongside my briefs. And so I did, sitting at the edge of the bed, with my thighs spread and trousers and briefs pooling around my ankles.
“Oh!” he said in surprise, chuckling loudly. “That’s a very small cage.” He pinched the cage between his thumb and fingers, turning it this way and that. “Does Jas know that she’s marrying someone ... well ... this small?”
A new wave of heat flushed over my face, as I tried to find a respectable answer, but my brain was in a jumble. “She’s never seen me like this.” I admitted, turning away. “She always told me to put on the cage myself.”
Jonny kept fiddling with my cage. “Pink, huh?” He said. “Isn’t that interesting?”
“S-She chose the colour.” I admitted again.
Jonny tsked. “Well, she’s told me that you’re a little too submissive for her liking and that you like humiliation, but pink?” He laughed. “Don’t you think that is too girly for you?”
I was speechless. Literally, I didn’t know what else to say. He was right, I thought. I loved to be humiliated. Emusculated, to be exact. And as much as I hated being taunted by Jonny, I couldn’t deny that this was the horniest I had ever been.
“Now. Let’s get you into the proper position, princess,” he said. “before we negotiate.”
He took the trousers and briefs off my ankles and put them on the nearby chair. He then made me get out of the jacket and shirt, and he hung them back in the wardrobe. “We don’t want to ruin your tuxedo, right?”
With only a bow-tie on my neck, he made me lie on my back, with my thighs spread, knees pulled back to my chest and the pink cage shining the centre like a prized poker chip on a dealer’s table. It was too humiliating a position for any man, but in the heat of the moment, it was a total turn-on for me.
“Aww,” he said, when he saw a thin string of precum sling down from the tip. “It’s good to know that the little guy is desperate,” he continued, one finger giving a little boop on the cage.
“Now, let’s talk shop,” he continued, as I maintained the humiliating position. “You want to tug your little shrimp,” he went on. “And I want something back for allowing it.”
“What do you mean?” I said, trying to save as much grace as someone in my position possibly could. “You want money or something?”
He leaned closer and grabbed one of my balls and applied slight pressure to it. “Don’t play stupid with me, girl,” he said. “I don’t need your dollars.” He then let go of it. “We’ll settle this in Jasmine currency instead.”
He then settled down beside me, so one of my spread thighs was touching his side. I turned my head to get a good look at him. “You want to touch yourself as soon as possible right?,” he continued. “Now, let’s start bidding.”
I stared at the lights above me. I knew where this was going. Jasmine was going to be the main dish of the night, and Jonny wanted a place at the table. I started with the lowest possible bid I could come up with. “A kiss?” I said, glancing at him.
He smiled. He seemed to have understood that I was playing his game willingly now. In fact, nothing really prevented me from getting up from the bed and walking out the door. I would just have to wait a few more hours, and Jas would unlock me, and I would get to consummate with her the way I had imagined all those years. But something pinned me down to the bed that day. And only later would I find out that it was my love for denial and emasculation.
“A kiss won’t do, princess,” he said. He pulled my thigh and had a look at the cage again. This time, the precum string had grown thicker, and some had pooled on the sheets below. “That’s not even enough to let your little clit out. Let alone let you play with it.”
“Look,” I said, trying to explain to him. “I can’t tell Jas what to do. I could remotely imagine begging her to kiss you once, but anything beyond that ... t-that’s completely out of my hands.” I sighed. “I bet she’d freak out that we’re even having this conversation.”
“Would she, really?” he said, and I immediately looked him in the eyes.
“Have you already spoken to her about this?” I asked, dreading the answer.
“Well,” he said, guilt written all over his face. “I tried to kiss her this morning, you know. The little slut wanted it. She almost let me do it, but she turned her face at the last minute, telling me that she didn’t wanna break her hubby’s heart. Then, she started telling me interesting things about you.”
“Interesting things about me?” I looked at him.
“Yeah, she said you had some fantasies about seeing her with another man. A real man.” He then started stroking the inner flesh of my thighs, sending shivers to my groins. “And that she suspects you’re a closeted sissy. With you wearing a cage that pink, I think she’s about right.”
I could only listen to him, my heart thumping hard in my chest.
He continued. “Most women would have run the other way the moment their man brought up those kinds of fantasies, but she? She is a real trooper for that, you know? She must really love you.”
I didn’t press him on what exact fantasies he was talking about because I knew them very well. Jas and I ... we had never got into a physical relationship during the two years we’d been dating. We both loved teasing and wanted to save the exciting parts for our honeymoon. But we did have a lot of phone sex. She would role play some of my fantasies, and I would jerk off to her voice. Being caged at my own wedding often came up, but I had never told her about ever wanting to be a sissy. I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to be one.