Lion Cuck


"Hello, darling... I'm glad we could make it out tonight. You know how much I love getting dressed up just for you."


Eva was sitting beside Mac at the bar of the Dewy Drop Inn, the pretty Lioness wearing a cleavage-baring red dress that showed a good part of her generous breasts. All the while, she twirled a lock of hair between her fingers, casting suggestive glances at those around them with a salacious eye.


The sexy feline leaned over, pushing her muzzle to Mac's neck. She whispered into her big husband's furry ear, "I made sure to wear this dress just for you... and for everyone else who happens to be looking our way."


And there was the truth of the matter: Mac knew this was his wife's flirtatious nature. She picked up her martini glass and took a sip as she scanned the various males sitting near her.


"You must've known that there was no chance tonight would be about us alone... right?" the sexy Lioness purred into the proud Lion's ear, making a tremble race down his spine. Eva knew that a part of him was intensely aroused by her actions, as he was secretly into it.


"It is very... You look very sexy, dear," Mac rambled weakly, his organ straining against the inside of the chastity cage she had him in.


Eva smiled coyly, nuzzling into his well-groomed mane teasingly. She spoke with an air of mischief lacing every word, knowing it would only drive him mad with desire.


"Oh, but don't worry, my big strong Lion," she purred seductively in his ear, running one paw down Mac's powerful chest playfully. "Even though these other males are catching my eye, it doesn't mean they compare to you when we get home." It was a lie, but a taunting, sexy one that made Mac long for the pleasure she was denying him.


The sexy female feline's eyes sparkled wickedly as she added in a husky, aroused tone, "But wouldn't it be something if I came back from the bathroom and told you I found someone more interesting than you? Just imagine how shocked you'd look!"


Mac raised his eyebrows at her words, amused by her teasing nature. He placed his huge paw on hers gently, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His voice was calm yet firm as he responded in a gruff, rumbling tone thick with arousal.


"Remember who you belong to, Eva. No matter where we go or whom you flirt with, you will always come back here... to me." He took another sip of his drink, watching her closely for any reaction to his statement of ownership.


Though she was the one who owned him, the one with all the power in their relationship, Eva giggled softly at his response, squeezing that big paw affectionately before letting out a sigh that seemed almost fake.


"You're right, darling. It's just so hard resisting all these temptations around us..." She trailed off dramatically, looking up into Mac's eyes with an innocent expression plastered across her pretty muzzle.


As soon as their gazes locked, however, her demeanour shifted abruptly, turning predatory in an instant. Her gaze became cold and calculating, like that of a Lioness sizing up its prey.


She leaned forward again, whispering seductively once more, "But maybe I should let them try? After all, variety is the spice of life, isn't it? And we both know it'd turn you on so much!"


Mac felt a shiver run down his spine at the sudden change in Eva's demeanour as she asserted her power in their relationship. He tightened his grip on her paw subconsciously, trying to assert some control over this unpredictable situation.


His voice remained calm, but there was a hint of tension creeping into it when he responded, "Don't even think about it, baby," he warned sternly yet quietly, which only made her chuckle lewdly and derisively. "I won't tolerate you playing games like that while we are out together."


Eva pulled back slightly, feigning hurt and surprise with her pretty pouting muzzle. "Oh, my lovely Mac..." she purred mockingly, paws teasing his body and rolling her eyes playfully at her husband's pitiful attempts to exercise sexual authority.


"Are you getting jealous now? It's just harmless flirting..." They both knew it was more than that, knew she had cuckolded him in the past.


Her tone softened, becoming almost sweet as if nothing was wrong moments before. She placed a gentle kiss on his furry cheek before standing up gracefully from where they sat.


"Let's go see what else this party has to offer, shall we?" she suggested brightly, leading him towards the crowd with an air of excitement evident in every step she took.


Despite himself, Mac couldn't help feeling uneasy as Eva led him through the crowded room. Her erratic behaviour was unsettling, and he knew deep down that something more than mere 'harmless flirting' was at stake here. But for now, the Lion decided not to push the issue further, instead choosing to focus on enjoying their time at the outing.


As they moved deeper into the restaurant, Mac scanned the area carefully, always aware of his surroundings due to years spent honing his instincts as both a Lion and a firefighter. He kept one big paw firmly around Eva's waist while maintaining eye contact with potential threats or interesting furs alike, ready to protect her should anything untoward occur.


As they mingled within the crowd, Eva continued to play coy and innocent, occasionally throwing subtle hints about past encounters with other males right under Mac's nose. Each time she did so, a wicked grin spread across her tawny muzzle as if daring him to react.


Despite being surrounded by other furs, there seemed to be an unspoken tension between them that made it feel like they were alone in a sea of furs. Every touch from another sent shivers down Mac's spine, reminding him who truly owned her heart and body.


The tension between them became almost palpable among all the noise and laughter. With each passing moment, Mac felt himself growing more irritated yet strangely turned on by Eva's provocative behaviour--a dangerous mix indeed.


His grip tightened slightly around her waist as he tried not to let anyone else get too close to her during these games she played. The big Lion discreetly adjusted his crotch, feeling even more uncomfortable within the chastity cage Eva had talked him into before they came.


Mac caught sight of someone entering the restaurant through the bar, a male whom he recognized from one of his business dealings earlier that year.


A cold fury rose up inside of him at the thought of what might happen if this sneering feline individual were to cross paths with Eva tonight. The big Lion vowed silently to keep her safe no matter how much temptation surrounded them here tonight.


As the night wore on, Eva continued to tease Mac relentlessly. She danced flirtatiously with other males in front of him, occasionally brushing against their bulges or whispering suggestive things into their ears while still maintaining eye contact with Mac.


Each time she did so, it seemed like there was an unspoken challenge hidden behind those playful golden eyes--testing the big Lion's patience and control over his own desires.


Finally, after hours of tormenting him, Eva decided that it was time for them to leave. "I think I've had enough fun for today," she observed sweetly as she took hold of Mac's big paw to lead him towards the exit.


The whole way back home, she kept glancing over at him coyly... almost taunting him about all the potential encounters they missed out on tonight, yet somehow satisfied knowing who truly held the power between them.


Despite his growing frustration and anger, Mac remained stoic throughout the entire evening--a testament to his strength and self-control.


But once they were alone again, he could no longer contain himself. His roar echoed through the house as he slammed doors and threw objects around in pent-up sexual frustration.


Eva watched with amusement at his impotent anger, her heart pounding with excitement mixed with delight. She knew how dangerous this game had become but could not resist pushing him further.


With tears streaming down her cheeks, she approached Mac slowly, trying to calm him down while also basking in the thrill of having such an effect on him.


"Please, baby," she whispered softly, placing a comforting paw on his large tawny shoulder. "It's just a game... we don't have to let it ruin our night." Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke these words; part genuine concern for their relationship and part exhilaration over seeing him lose control like never before.


*****


The next morning, Eva woke up early as usual, and as she walked into the kitchen to make breakfast, she saw that Mac was still asleep upstairs--unusual, as he was more often than not the early bird of the two.


A devious smile formed on her lips at the thought of what she had planned for today, the smile fueled by the growing window her husband's extended sleep had created.


She decided to go out shopping for some lingerie... something provocative enough to drive Mac wild when he finally woke up. Once home, she carefully hid all the packaging materials so there would be no hints left behind regarding where those new items came from.


As evening fell once more, Eva set everything up perfectly: dimming lights, lighting candles, and preparing dinner. She created an intimate atmosphere meant solely for two furs deeply connected emotionally and physically.


Little did Mac know how much things were going to change tonight.


Mac spent most of the day working on the house. He felt exhausted yet pent-up and restless due to last night's unfulfilled desires, so after lunch, he decided to take a snooze to try and recharge his batteries. When he finally came downstairs in the evening, he found himself drawn toward the warm glow emanating from the living room.


Entering the living room, he saw Eva dressed in one of her newest purchases--a revealing black lace corset that accentuated every curve of her body. The sight took his breath away momentarily before realisation dawned on him; this wasn't just another ordinary night with his wife... this was different somehow.


"What is all this?" Mac asked curiously as he looked around at the candlelit surroundings and the scented air filling their home. His heart raced faster than it had in years, as excitement mixed with apprehension.


He was suddenly even more aware of the steel cage restraining his male organ, as his cock strained against the inside of that naughty device. "Not that I'm complaining..."


With an innocent yet mischievous smile playing upon her fuzzy lips, Eva walked over to Mac slowly, savouring each step taken towards him. She could see the strain in his eyes, feel the tension radiating off him like heat waves rising from a desert road, and oh, how she loved it!


She stood right in front of him, close enough for him to smell the sweet perfume wafting off her silky golden fur. Her voice lowered into a sultry purr when she spoke the next words, "I thought we could try something new tonight... something daring."


Her paw reached out gently to caress one of his massive paws resting on the table, making sure not to miss any opportunity to tease further by running her fingers lightly along its golden furred surface before pulling back suddenly, leaving behind only echoes of anticipation hanging heavy between them.


As Eva drew closer and began speaking about trying something new, Mac felt a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. The unknown always held a certain allure for him, but this time it was different; he knew whatever they were going to do would push boundaries. Not knowing how far was what made him shiver.


He watched as her delicate paw moved over his large paw, each touch causing ripples of pleasurable sensations throughout his body. His heart pounded harder against his rib cage while his mind raced with possibilities... and desire. But despite everything, there was an undeniable thrill in surrendering control.


The sexy Lioness was so good at pushing all the right buttons.


"What did you have in mind?" Mac asked cautiously, looking deep into her eyes, searching for clues or hints regarding what she had planned next.


"I want you to watch," she spoke softly, flashing her fangs while holding onto his gaze steadily. Her voice was low and husky, sounding seductive in nature as she continued. "While I explore my desires with another male." She saw the shock registering on his handsome muzzle and smirked internally at the power play.


This was exactly what she wanted: to make him feel small and insignificant compared to these mysterious males who would satisfy her needs better than he ever could.


"You... you're not..." The shocked Lion stammered, and yet the scent of his arousal was suddenly thick in the air. She leaned closer still until their noses were nearly touching, a wicked glint sparkling brightly within her golden depths before pulling back slightly, giving him time to process this revelation fully.


The words hit Mac like a freight train, each syllable crashing down upon him with overwhelming force.


Watch? Let her indulge in pleasures with someone else while he stood by helplessly?


It went against every fiber of his being, but there was something undeniably intriguing about it as well--an opportunity to witness Eva's true nature unleashed without any restraints. He tugged at the cage again; was this why she'd made him wear it so long? It had certainly gotten him horny. If he hadn't been so pent up, he wouldn't even have considered this.


Mac's heart pounded erratically in his chest as he tried to wrap his mind around this new reality. He looked into her eyes, searching for some sign that maybe she was joking or playing hard-to-get, but all he saw was cold determination.


A part of him wanted nothing more than to protest vehemently, to demand explanations, or to even beg her not to do it! But another, stronger part understood that resisting now would only lead to further humiliation later on.


"I... I don't really..." the big Lion stammered in shock, struggling to protest or deny what his wife wanted.


"Alright," he finally managed to say after what felt like hours of silence stretching between them. "But remember our agreement..." His voice trailed off, leaving unsaid threats hanging heavy in the air, as he reminded her of the potential violence that was contained within him.


She smiled wickedly at Mac's response, loving how easily he caved under pressure. This was exactly what she wanted--complete control over every aspect of their relationship. The thrill of having such a powerful figure at her mercy sent shivers down Eva's spine and made her eager to proceed with her plan immediately.


"Don't worry, dear husband," she purred seductively, running her fingers through his thick golden fur soothingly. "I won't forget about us... or your cage." Her eyes gleamed maliciously as she added that last bit, knowing full well how much it must be tormenting him right then.


With a final smirk, Eva turned away from Mac and began making calls to arrange everything for her upcoming adventure. Mac could do nothing but watch helplessly, trapped by both physical restraints and his wife's emotional manipulation.


As Eva made those ominous phone calls, Mac felt an overwhelming sense of impotence wash over him like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. He was bound physically and emotionally, unable to stop this train wreck that seemed destined to derail their once happy life together. His heart ached with longing for the female he loved, yet he hated himself for feeling attracted to the idea of surrendering her to other males.


He clenched his huge paws into fists tightly, struggling with his male pride.


The chastity device on his organ mocked him silently, reminding him constantly of what he could not have anymore. A part of him wanted to break free somehow, storm out there and put an end to these plans before they even began.


However, another voice inside told him not to act rashly or foolishly. After all, retaliation could lead them down a path neither would ever return from. So instead, he remained silent, biding his time until fate revealed its hand next. He took a long, shuddering breath as a shiver raced down his strong back.


With every passing moment, Eva's excitement grew stronger as she observed her husband give in to his taboo desires. She could almost taste victory on her rough feline tongue.


Dominating Mac completely, both mentally and physically, was proving easier than she initially thought it would be. Her mind wandered off to fantasies about other males while planning out every detail meticulously, ensuring nothing would go wrong during this crucial phase of her twisted game.


As soon as everything was set up according to her liking, Eva returned to the room with a smug smile plastered across her muzzle. "Dear husband," she said sweetly yet mockingly, standing there looking at his caged loins. "I hope you haven't missed me too much." The sarcasm dripped heavily from each word, as if dousing him in cold water.


"But don't worry," she added teasingly, reaching down to tease those trapped male organs as Mac gulped for breath. "Our little adventure will begin very soon..." And with one final wicked grin, Eva left Mac alone once again, tormented by anticipation and despair alike.


As Eva walked into their shared space, Mac felt an icy chill run through him despite the warmth radiating around them. He knew that 'adventure' could only mean jealousy, humiliation, and betrayal, all wrapped up neatly under the label of cuckolding.


His heart pounded furiously against his rib cage like a wild beast trying to break free, but he remained still, locked away.


"Eva..."


When she reached out to touch him intimately, it sent shivers of desire coursing along every nerve ending within him. It was a cruel reminder of what he'd lost and continued to lose day after day. Yet somehow, deep inside, there was a small flicker of hope refusing to die out.


Maybe things wouldn't turn out as bad as they seemed? But logic told him otherwise, and so did the silvery dribble of pre-cum dangling from the tip of that metal chastity cage.


With each passing moment, Eva revelled in her newfound power over Mac. She loved seeing how much control she held over him, not just sexually but mentally as well. That thought alone gave her immense pleasure, which made her crave more power and control.


Her mind raced with ideas on how to further degrade and humiliate him while keeping everything hidden beneath an innocent facade for public consumption.


She watched as Mac's eyes followed her movements closely, noting the anxiety mixed with longing evident in them. "You know," she said softly, leaning close enough so their breaths mingled between them, "I have been thinking about getting pregnant soon."


A wicked grin spread across her leonine muzzle at his obvious distress, as they both knew he couldn't breed her locked up like this. "And I think it would be best if another male were responsible for bringing cubs into our family..."


A soft little sob escaped the big, proud Lion, the king of the jungle degraded to not even being the master in his own house.


With every word spoken by Eva, Mac felt like he sank deep into quicksand, trapped without any hope of escape or salvation. His heart pounded painfully against his chest, his pulse echoing loudly within the confines of his own skull.


He wanted nothing more than to scream out loud but knew better than to do anything that might provoke her wrath. After all, what good would come from angering someone who held your sexual existence in their hands?


As Eva continued to torment him verbally and emotionally, Mac tried desperately not to show how much each cruel word cut him. The thought of having another male's cubs while being denied any true physical intimacy with her was highly frustrating.


An unspoken part of him clung to the hope that somehow things could return to the way they once were... one day. But as time passed, those flickers of optimism grew further away than ever as it became clear she was never satisfied by him sexually.


"Eva," Mac murmured softly, trying hard to keep his voice steady despite everything raging through him. "I don't understand why you want a different father... for our future children." It pained him deeply to say those words aloud, but it seemed like the only way left to maintain some semblance of dignity.


Inwardly, though, every fibre of his being rebelled at this perceived defeat, refusing to accept something so fundamentally wrong without putting up a fight.


Mac waited for Eva's response, bracing himself mentally for whatever came next. He knew she enjoyed playing mind games with him and expected nothing less from her. All he could do was endure this torment until fate decided otherwise or perhaps until he found ways to subtly resist this disgusting indignity.


"Oh darling," she purred sweetly, enjoying watching him squirm under her gaze. "I don't want any weak, cuckold-created offspring. Better we let a real male sire cubs on me."


Her eyes gleamed wickedly as the scent of arousal coming from Mac only grew more intense before she added, "Don't you think?"


"Yes... yes dear," the big lion mewled meekly, wincing as his barbed cock struggled against the inside of his chastity cage.


With that cryptic statement hanging heavy between them, Eva turned away dismissively, leaving poor Mac alone with his thoughts--each one created and filled with dread about what his friends might think about his wife having cubs that didn't look like him.


The words hung heavily over Mac like a dark cloud, casting shadows upon his already troubled soul. There were parts of him that feared losing control entirely; if he fought back too hard against these humiliations, it might push Eva further into the arms of other males.


It seemed no matter how much pain or indignity he endured, something worse always loomed around the corner. Mac breathed hard, his body damp with sweat as his paws tugged at the lock on his male-hood. Even more pre-cum dribbled out, making the large fingers of his paw slick and sticky.


"God... I want to fuck you sooooooo much," the big powerful Lion whined softly and quietly. The need was plain in his whimpering tone.


A wicked chuckle escaped from deep within Eva's throat as she imagined Mac's tormented state. She could almost feel his desire for her, pulsing through their depraved connection like an electric current. With each passing day, she'd grow bolder, teasing him mercilessly in private and public places where anyone could observe or overhear them.


Her cruelty knew no bounds when it came to manipulating and embarrassing her poor Lion husband. And yet, beneath all this sadism lay a perverse kind of love--one built upon power dynamics and domination rather than affection or tenderness.


.....


"You know what would really get me going?" she taunted over text messages later that night, even as she knew he was trying to avoid thinking about it by isolating himself from her.


"If your little diddle stick were locked away forever, chastised until your tiny dicket shrivelled up from lack of use..."


The words were undeniably harsh, but they ignited something primal inside both parties involved, feeding into the darkest corners of their desires.


Mac clenched his jaw tightly at Eva's latest message as he felt a surge of anger mixed with humiliation boiling within him.


Giving in to these fantasies would only serve to further entrench him into his wife's cycle of degradation, but there seemed little choice left for him now except to submit again. "The key is in your hands... so if you don't wish to ever unlock my loins, they will stay forever locked up." His reply drew an amused LOL from the pretty Lioness who ruled his life.


It drew a smile from him as well as he sat on their porch, the Lion breathing in the cold afternoon air as he hoped to calm down from his and Eva's earlier... discussion.


He took a deep breath and looked up at the starry sky. His chastity prevented him from really making love to his wife... but he didn't feel like everything had been lost just yet. From her messages, he could tell that she was still aroused. Perhaps he should go eat her out?


The thought had barely passed through his head before he felt his mouth salivate.


"Fuck it... no reason to be out here all sad and miserable."


.....


Mac was between Eva's legs as she lay back on their bed, Mac having watched her shake in pleasure from his many hours of eating her out. Bringing her orgasm after powerful orgasm, while his locked-away cock pulsed and strained within the chastity cage.


He could tell by the taste of her that she'd indeed been allowing some other male to cum inside her. Eva didn't bother telling him, tho', because she knew Mac could smell the male musk and taste that cum within her. Yet it still frustrated him not to know when her infidelity had started and, most importantly, for how long she had been fucking behind his back.


As Mac continued to pleasure her, Eva revelled in knowing how much control she held over her husband--not just physically, but emotionally, too. It had been so cute to see him return from his isolation, with her husband begging to eat her out.


She took great delight in making him beg for scraps of affection from her, all while secretly enjoying every moment spent with other males behind his back.


And though parts of her wondered whether these games might eventually push Mac beyond his breaking point, another part relished the thought that they could go even further down this dark path together.


"You know," she murmured softly against his ear as he lay above her, hand fingering her feverishly, "I think I want you to watch next time." Her voice was barely audible above the sounds of passion filling the room, but its implications left no doubt.


A shiver ran down his spine as he listened to Eva's words, a mix of disgust and excitement coursing through his veins at the prospect of being forced to witness her intimate encounters with other males.


He hated himself for finding such perverse satisfaction in fulfilling her desires, but there seemed little escape now except to continue playing along.


"If you wish, just please don't do it in our bed," he begged reluctantly, an overwhelming sense of humiliation washing over him as he imagined watching helplessly while she gave herself to someone else.


But deep inside, there was also a small spark of curiosity as he wondered what it would be like to see firsthand just how far Eva would go in pursuit of her own pleasure. "And no one who knows me, please..."


With a wicked grin spreading across her muzzle, Eva nodded slowly at Mac's request before adding another demand into the mix. "I promise that you'll really enjoy it," she assured him slyly, knowing full well that this only added more fuel to their already volatile dynamic.


Then came the kicker, something she knew would really push Mac's buttons. "But I want you to invite some friends around... maybe we could all enjoy an evening together?" The vile suggestion hung heavy between them as she let it sink in.


A cold sweat broke out upon Mac's brow as he considered Eva's latest demand. He hated himself for even entertaining such thoughts but found himself unable to resist her manipulative charm.


Swallowing hard, he reluctantly agreed with an audible groan, feeling his pride take yet another hit at having to involve others in their private affairs.


But deep down inside, there was also a small part of him that secretly relished the idea of his friends perhaps smelling the scent of sex on his wife after another male had fucked her.


"Fine," he grumbled begrudgingly, once again uncomfortably aware of that steel cage squeezing his throbbing male organ.


"But if any of 'em say anything about smelling sex on you..." His voice trailed off ominously before resuming normalcy again, trying desperately not to let his humiliation show too clearly on his muzzle. "Just make sure they don't figure it out."


*****


After Mac complied with her wishes and invited several close male acquaintances from work, Eva could hardly contain her excitement.


She knew full well how much this would hurt Mac--seeing these males around her, knowing what she had done behind his back. And yet, she could not help but revel in the power trip it gave her: watching her husband squirm under the weight of embarrassment while pretending everything was perfectly fine.


"You know," she mused aloud as the guests arrived, watching as Mac invited them into the living room, "I think I'll go change into something more comfortable." With an evil glint in her eye, she sauntered upstairs, leaving Mac to face their visitors alone for now... each passing moment only added fuel to the fire burning between them.


Standing tall among the sea of furry friends that had filled his home at Eva's behest, Mac felt a deep sense of unease. He could smell the lingering scent of a male on her even after her brief absence upstairs, and he hated himself for wanting to follow her up there just so he could catch her in whatever naughty act she might be engaging in next.


But instead, he put on a brave face and entertained his friends, all completely oblivious to the turmoil brewing beneath his calm exterior. "Good evening, everyone," he greeted with forced enthusiasm, trying desperately not to let his humiliation show through his voice or body language as he poured drinks all around.


He talked with Cameron the Stag, Jerome the Horse, Grim the Wolf, and Dunham the older Bear. Inside, though, nothing could mask the seething anger and jealousy coursing through every fibre of his being, knowing full well how much this was hurting him while giving Eva exactly what she wanted.


"So where is that pretty wife of yours?" Jerome asked with a grin as Mac's eyes flickered up the stairs, almost thinking he could hear the creaking of the bed.


"She's just doing something upstairs... she'll be down in a little while. Can I get you another beer?" As Mac continued entertaining their guests, Eva finally emerged from upstairs.


She was wearing an incredibly revealing outfit--one that left very little to the imagination. She sauntered back into the room with a smug smile playing at her lips, clearly enjoying the reactions of both her husband and their male visitors.


Sitting down, she crossed her legs, flashing everyone in the room that sleek feline sex. Mac almost choked when he saw her flash his friends; Eva wasn't wearing any panties!


Her eyes locked onto each male individually, daring them to look away even for a moment before turning back toward Mac with a mischievous glint in her eye.


"I think it's time we got started on our little game," she purred seductively, gesturing for everyone else to leave so they could have some privacy.


But deep inside, there was no real desire for intimacy between herself and Mac tonight; only satisfaction in watching him squirm under such humiliation... And perhaps planting seeds of doubt within these males about who really held the power in this relationship.


Feeling like he was being slowly dismembered piece by piece, Mac watched helplessly as Eva paraded around in front of all their guests, taunting not just him but also every other male present with her blatant display of sexuality.


He could feel beads of sweat forming on his brow despite the cool air in the house, knowing that what came next would likely push him over the edge. "Everyone," he forced out through gritted teeth, trying desperately to maintain control over himself while hiding his growing embarrassment from those gathered here.


"Why don't you gentlemen take your drinks outside? We seem to have some private matters to discuss..." The last part was directed at Eva, an unspoken challenge hidden behind polite words, daring her to continue down this path now that it was just them alone again.


"Hahaha..." his friends laughed nervously, heading out into the backyard to talk quietly among themselves about what they had seen.


As soon as everyone had left, Eva smirked triumphantly and leaned forward onto the table, giving Mac a clear view up her dress. She knew how much he loved seeing her naked slit, even tho' it left him hornier than hell. Damn, she really loved tormenting him like this, even more than usual today.


"You know, Mac," she started casually, pretending nothing unusual had happened between them lately, "I've been thinking... maybe we should start considering having cubs." Her voice dripped with sweetness, but there was something dark lurking beneath its surface--a deviant desire for power and humiliation wrapped in the guise of marital bliss.


Hearing those words sent a shiver down his spine--not from excitement or anticipation, but from fear and dread. He knew all too well where this conversation would lead... toward further degradation and loss of control over every aspect of their relationship.


Swallowing hard against the lump forming in his throat, Mac managed to respond calmly enough despite the turmoil raging inside him. "Cubs!? Are you sure that's what you want, baby?" His tone was neutral on the surface, hiding the storm brewing within him at being put into such an uncomfortable position yet again by his sexy wife.


"Yes, I'm sure..." she answered with a naughty smirk before springing her next request. "I want you to pick out one of your four friends... to be the father." The room seemed to spin around Mac, as if time itself had slowed down.


Each word she spoke felt like it echoed through his mind, filling him with a sense of horror mixed with disbelief. How could she possibly expect him to do something so unthinkable? But then again, nothing about their marriage had ever been conventional of late... Why should this be any different?


With trembling paws, Mac reached for his drink, hoping its familiar warmth would offer some semblance of comfort amid the chaos. He knew of one way forward now: play along, and be driven by his own desires. And so, against every fibre of his being, he began considering which friend might fit his wife's degenerate criteria.


"Come over here..." She gestured to the floor, making her shell-shocked hubby kneel down as she pulled his mouth to her wet pussy, letting him eat her out for a while, knowing it would drive him wild with desire.


As much as it pained him to even think such thoughts, Mac couldn't deny that certain names came immediately to mind from among his four friends in the backyard--one who was close enough to them both but not too intimate, ensuring plausible deniability when things inevitably went south between them.


His heart raced faster than ever before as each potential candidate flashed across his mind, each one tainted by her manipulative hand guiding his choices toward those most likely to comply without question or hesitation.


"Alright," he finally said after what felt like an eternity spent weighing these lustful options. "I will choose one of the four males here tonight." The words hung heavy in the air between them, a dark cloud casting shadows over their once happy home life as he ate her out.


Eva could feel herself getting more and more turned on at the thought of forcing Mac to pick someone else to impregnate her. She loved seeing him squirm under her control; she knew exactly where all his buttons were located and enjoyed pushing them until he broke.


Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched him struggle internally while considering which friend would be suitable for the task ahead. Once Mac had made up his mind and decided to participate in her wicked game, Eva couldn't help but laugh maniacally. It was clear that no matter who he chose, there would always be consequences for both parties.


But for now? For now, Eva revelled in every moment of power she held over her husband, knowing full well that things wouldn't stay this way forever. "Good," she purred seductively before standing up from the tabletop, leaving him kneeling helplessly beneath her gaze.


As if reading his mind, she added cruelly, "Don't worry, darling... all of your buddies look like they'd be fun." With a wicked grin spreading across her snout like wildfire, Eva left him alone with his thoughts. Mac wondered how far down this dark path they would truly go while she headed out into the backyard, where she talked and flirted with all four of Mac's friends.


The weight on Mac's shoulders grew heavier by the second as he stood at the sliding glass door, staring blankly at nothingness. His heart raced uncontrollably, fear gnawing away at any semblance of peace within him. How could he have let himself get trapped in such an impossible situation?


It wasn't fair to ask anyone--friend or stranger alike--to partake in something so morally reprehensible just because his wife had developed some warped fetish. But what choice did he really have? If he refused, there was no telling what horrors Eva might concoct next...


And yet, deep inside, a small voice whispered that maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe one of them wouldn't mind helping out without too much fuss.


As if reading his thoughts again, Eva returned from outside carrying drinks for both herself and whoever happened to be nearby--including those unsuspecting friends who were now drawn further into their sexy game.


With each sip taken around the makeshift gathering, tension mounted like steam under pressure. Mac moved around his friends, noticing that they all sniffed the air as Eva moved around them. They could all smell her damp pussy!


The big Lion talked with his friends about one thing or another until at last he had settled on Dunham the Bear. "Dun... could you stay after everyone else leaves? I'd like to talk to you privately," Mac quietly asked the confused Bear.


.....


After everyone had left except for Dunham the Bear, Mac felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety wash over him. He knew this conversation would change everything between himself and his old friend Dunham... but how?


Would Dunham agree to help impregnate Eva? Or would he refuse outright, leaving Mac to scramble for alternatives while trying to salvage whatever remained of his own masculine pride?


Sweat trickled down the big lion's brow, anxiety gnawing at his insides like rats chewing through wood.


Finally finding the courage within himself, the big golden feline spoke up hesitantly. "D-Dun... I need your help."His voice cracked slightly before he managed to continue, the look on his once-proud muzzle making the bear's eyes widen.


"Eva wants cubs, so she told me to ask... to ask if you'd do us the honour of breeding her. She plans on making sure the cubs grow up knowing you're their father while being raised by her and me." Mac stood stiffly as the Lion let the words rest in the air.


The old Bear's eyes flew open in shock, and he started shifting uncomfortably in the chair he was seated on. "If this is some kind of joke... it's not very funny." Dunham snorted, yet as he looked over at Eva for an answer, his eyes were instead met by a kinky Lioness who spread her legs to let him look up her skirt at that naked pussy.


"It's no joke..." Mac grunted, the Lion standing up and unbuttoning his trousers to expose the shiny metal chastity cage locking away his junk. "Please... fuck a baby into my wife."


Seeing Mac reveal his chastity cage only fueled Eva's warped desires more. Her heart raced with excitement as she watched Dunham take in the sight before him, the power dynamics so clearly defined between them all.


With almost sadistic glee, Eva whispered seductively into Dunham's furry round ear, "You know what to do, don't you? Make me pregnant with your big Bear cock... and then watch as Mac raises our child like he is the father."


She leaned back against Mac, teasingly rubbing herself against him. "Go ahead," she urged Dunham, her voice dripping with malicious delight. "Give us what we want."


"I'd love to fuck cubs into you."


As much as it went against every fibre of his being, Mac couldn't help but feel a strange sense of relief wash over him when Dunham agreed without hesitation. It was sickening how easily they both fell for Eva's manipulations; yet at the same time, there was something oddly comforting about knowing that this nightmare would soon be coming to fruition.


"Thank you, Dun." The big Lion clenched his fists tightly, trying not to think too deeply about the consequences of these actions or the pain that would inevitably follow once reality set in.


For now, though, all he could focus on was the unbearable weight of humiliation pressing down upon him as he stood there with his caged junk on display.


"Well, shall we get started...?" Eva asked with a wicked grin, stripping off her dress before helping the big Bear out of his clothing. And then, even though she promised not to do so, she took Dunham into their own bed upstairs.


Yet Mac didn't complain; instead, he just sat there in a chair, watching from the corner of the room, thick strings of shiny pre-cum dangling from his caged male organ.


Watching Dunham's thick ursine erection enter her while Mac sat helplessly nearby made Eva smirk with satisfaction. She revelled in the power dynamics playing out before her, as her big Lion husband, who couldn't protect his pride, watched the Bear take what should have been rightfully his alone.


It was almost poetic as they moved together, with Eva whispering cruel words toward Mac, teasing and taunting him about being a helpless cuckold. "You see this? This is your fault," she spat at him with a lewd smirk, and they both knew she was right; this had been his most secret fantasy for years.


"If you hadn't been such a jealous animal, maybe I wouldn't be doing this." Her voice dripped with venom as she continued to degrade him further. In truth, though, deep down inside, Eva knew it wasn't entirely fair to blame everything on Mac, but where was the fun in admitting that? No, it was much better to keep torturing him mentally and emotionally until he broke.


The weight of humiliation bore heavily upon Mac's shoulders as he watched Eva take another male in their bed--all because of his own shortcomings. "Small feline penis!" she had once said as she talked about his failures at giving her orgasms from rutting.


He could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over any moment now. He watched the powerful Bear thrusting into his wife, the old bruin's cock easily four times bigger than his own.


"Ohoho god!" he moaned softly as his friend glanced over at him with a faint smirk, even as he thrust away lustfully. Mac flashed him a weak smile, and a shaky thumbs up as Dunham kissed Eva passionately.


For now, though, all he could do was quietly spectate and endure the torment inflicted by both Dunham and Eva.


Moving over, Mac joined in on the bed, his caged cock aching as it pressed against that metal shell. The need to orgasm was intense, and the big Lion remembered reading once that gay males could cum from prostate stimulation. Licking a finger, he wiggled it up his own ass, feeling around until he found that firm knot of flesh and stroking it over and over.


Watching Mac's desperate attempts to pleasure himself secretly amused the pretty Lioness. She couldn't help but laugh lightly under her breath before turning back towards Dunham as he pounded into her.


"Keep going," she urged, enjoying every moment of her husband's discomfort and pent-up desire on full display. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched him squirm on their bed, trying so hard not to make any noise.


It wasn't fair; why should she have all the fun? But then again, life wasn't supposed to be fair, and neither were games like these. With each passing second, Eva felt herself growing more powerful--not just physically but mentally too.


There was something intoxicating about having complete control over someone else's emotions and desires, especially when those feelings were directed at another male.


As much as it pained Mac to watch this unfold, there was no denying how turned on he became by his humiliation. In fact, seeing him struggle only fueled her lust even further. The thought alone made her wetter than ever before.


Despite everything, a small part of Mac still loved Eva deeply. He knew deep down that he would do anything for her happiness, even if it meant enduring such torment time after time.


His heart clenched painfully in his chest as he continued to stimulate himself, knowing full well that nothing could compare to being intimate with her. Yet here they were... both engaged in an act designed solely to degrade him while bringing pleasure to others.


A low growl rumbled through his throat as tears streamed down his muzzle unchecked. It seemed impossible; how had things come to this? Closing his eyes tightly, all he could think about was how much pleasure she was feeling at that moment and how much they both were feeling.


Dun was grunting and growling now, his powerful body slamming away inside Eva's pussy. That huge cock stretched her hot sex, while Mac's finger stretched his own asshole like he was some sissy faggot.


The bear's huge paws gripped Eva's breasts as his body slammed roughly into her, making the headboard beat against the wall loudly. "Ohooo yeah... give it to her, buddy... give it to her hard," Mac begged softly, as his trapped cock quivered and strained with his finger rubbing his sissy gland.


"You need a cock in yer ass, baby... is that what you need, a cock in that ass-pussy?" Eva asked teasingly as she watched a thick spurt of cum erupt from that chastity cage, making her proud husband cum like a female.


As Mac continued pleading for more humiliation, Eva couldn't help but feel an intense rush of power surging through her. She loved seeing him so vulnerable, completely at her mercy. With each passing moment, she grew bolder with her demands, wanting nothing less than total submission from both him and Dunham.


Her eyes never left their bed, watching them intently as they moved together in perfect harmony. It wasn't long before another wave of pleasure washed over her, this time even stronger than before. Watching Mac beg for more degradation while being forced into such a submissive position only fueled her desire further.


"Yes," she purred seductively, relishing every word that fell from her lips. "I want your ass stretched wide by my lover's huge cock... I want to see how much you can take." And with those words hanging heavy in the air, Eva knew there was no turning back now. The game had officially entered its most depraved phase yet.


Feeling his climax approaching fast, the big Bear grunted loudly, "Fuck yeah. Take it all, baby!" He thrust harder and faster, feeling his balls tighten up against his body. His massive member throbbed inside Eva's wet pussy, stretching it out like never before. As he watched Mac plead for humiliation, something primal awakened within him--an animal-like hunger that could not be satiated until he claimed what belonged to him completely.


With one final powerful push, Dunham roared as he filled Eva full of his seed, marking her womb as his. Her breeding-ready womb was no longer Mac's to seed.


Watching Dunham claim her so fiercely sent shivers down Eva's spine--a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She loved nothing more than being dominated by such a strong male, especially when it involved degrading Mac further.


Her heart raced wildly as she felt every single thrust, knowing exactly how much pain and pleasure it must have been causing her Lion husband on the other end. "Yes!" she cried out in pure ecstasy, loving every second of this wicked game they were playing.


The thought alone made her drip even more with desire. Then came the climax, a wave of intense pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. It was all too perfect... almost surreal. But reality soon set back in as she heard Mac's desperate cries for mercy echo throughout their bedroom.


A wicked smile spread across her lips as she realised just how far they had come since first dabbling into these dark desires together. Little did Mac know that there would be no escape now--not while she still held power over him.


As he watched his wife take another lover's cum inside her, Mac couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of humiliation wash over him. He knew deep down that Eva thrived off of making him suffer, using him as some sort of plaything to satisfy her own sick fantasies.


Every time she looked at him during those moments, it seemed like she saw right through him... reducing him to nothing more than a pathetic creature begging for scraps from her table. His heart ached with longing for something better... something real. But try as he might, he could never break free from this deviant cycle that bound them both so tightly.


With Dunham finally spent and pulling out of her, Eva slowly turned around in bed to face Mac. She smirked at him wickedly before whispering softly yet clearly enough for Mac to hear, "You see, darling? This is what you can only dream about."


Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she continued, "While you sit there all caged up, I get to enjoy the company of a male far superior to yourself." A cruel laugh escaped her furry lips then, adding fuel to the fire burning within Mac's chest.


The humiliation was too much... but it also made him harden slightly inside the cage despite himself; an involuntary reaction that gave Eva even more power over him mentally.


As he listened to Eva gloating over her conquest, Mac felt like he had been gutted by some unseen force. His heart clenched painfully at the thought of how degraded he truly was... a mere spectator while his own wife revelled in the arms of another male.


He knew deep down that this wasn't fair or right, but every part of him seemed paralyzed under her control. All he could do now was bear witness to these torturous acts and hope against hope that somehow... someday things would change.


"That was wonderful, Eva... I hope you enjoy having my cubs," the Bear said as they lay entwined afterward. Dunham couldn't help but feel satisfied knowing how completely dominated Eva had been by him just moments ago.


In that moment, he loved nothing more than seeing her submit willingly, even though, in actuality, he had acted more as her tool. She wasn't about to submit to no damn old Bear, and she was fine with the beast being dumb and unaware.


Part of Dunham knew this wasn't healthy or normal behaviour. However, he pushed those thoughts aside for now... after all, isn't life supposed to be full of surprises? And if anything could spice things up in his boring life, then maybe indulging in these twisted fantasies wouldn't be such a bad thing after all... right?


The words 'my cubs' sent shivers down Mac the Lion's spine as he listened to his friend pant for breath. It felt like another blow to his already fragile ego, an unspoken reminder that not only did she sleep with other males, but she also considered those children her own.


This thought gnawed at him relentlessly, eating away at what little self-esteem remained within him. Despite everything, though, there was still something perversely thrilling about watching his wife surrender herself so completely to another fur.


A small part of him envied Dunham for being able to experience such intimacy with Eva while he himself languished in isolation. Yet even amid this torment, Mac couldn't help but wonder how far they would take their games next and if Dun would ever figure out that he'd been thoroughly used by a female feline.


*****


As days turned into weeks and then months, Dunham found himself growing more and more attached to Eva--both physically and emotionally, as if addicted to an unhealthy drug.


He loved nothing more than seeing her smile whenever he entered the room or hearing her soft moans during intimate moments. But deep inside, a nagging voice kept reminding him that this wasn't right, that things had gone too far since dabbling into these dark desires.


Still, every time he tried bringing it up, she simply brushed off his concerns dismissively, insisting that they were just having fun exploring new aspects of themselves. Although part of him knew better, Dun couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe she was using him.


Eva just kept coming up with ways to humiliate her husband, making him wait on her and her houseguests totally naked except for his chastity cage. She made him wear a T-shirt with the words 'Cock Locked Cuck' into town, drawing stares and chuckles from everyone.


The blow only came much later when she had given birth. He expected his connection with her to grow, yet no such thing happened. Instead, he was pushed away and left as little more than a bumper sticker for Eva to pull out and use whenever she wanted.


FIN




A SPECIAL THANKS TO OUR DRAGON MEMBER:


GRAHAM NOLEN