The Wedding Cuck
The message had arrived three days earlier on the discreet lifestyle forum: “Married couple, mid-30s, seeking a real-life bull for ongoing claim. The wife is fertile, unprotected, and craving deep breeding and impregnation. The husband is kept in permanent chastity and will watch.
Long term use only. Live arrangement is open for discussion. Serious inquiries only–must be large, dominant, respectful, and ready to make her yours in every way.”
I replied with a single photo of my thick cock and the words: “I claim her. Now. He may not touch her from now on. Ceremony as soon as possible, then I breed her until she’s dripping my seed.”
Their reply was instant. Renee and Mark. She was breathtaking in the photos–curvy, long auburn hair, full breasts, and a shy but hungry smile. Mark was already locked in a steel chastity cage with the keys held by Renee. His inabilities long ago discovered, the cage kept him from maudlin activities.
When I stepped into their softly lit living room, Renee was already waiting exactly as I’d required. She wore the same ivory wedding dress from eight years ago–satin hugging her hips, lace bodice framing her cleavage, the delicate veil pinned back. White 7″ pumps with a 2″ platform. Their red soles mirrored her hungry gash, waiting eight years for satisfaction. Beneath it, she still had the original white lace lingerie: sheer balconette bra that barely contained her nipples, 3″ wide matching satin garter belt, and tiny thong that barely covered her smooth, engorged pussy lips and tiny triangle of hair that began at her clitoris. The dress still fit perfectly; she’d kept it preserved just for this moment.
Mark stood beside her in nothing but the shiny steel chastity cage locked tightly around his cock and balls. The cage was small, restrictive, and already showing a glint of pre-cum at the slit. A small padlock gleamed between his legs.
I closed the door behind me and let the tension settle. “Mark- kneel.” He did so immediately. “Hands behind your back. Remain that way. You will kneel whenever you are in my presence. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.” was his prompt reply.
I walked over to her, and pulled her tits out of the balconette bra, exposing her nudity on her rewedding day. I pinched her nipples, pulling them harshly. I roughly massaged her breasts, her full tits told of her fertility, she being hormonally ready to accept seed. My seed.
“On your knees, Renee. Next to him.”
She obeyed instantly. Renee’s dress pooled around her like a cloud of surrender while Mark, already kneeling, feeling the weight of the steel cage pulling noticeably.
I took the small black velvet box from my pocket and opened it: a delicate silver collar with a single diamond pendant shaped like a teardrop–my claim pendant. “Renee you’ve belonged to Mark in name only for too long. His inability to service you properly, or to properly train you in submission is his proof of his abandonment of his responsibilities as a man. Tonight you become mine in body and womb, and he becomes your cuck. Do you accept my claim?”
Her voice trembled with excitement. “Yes… I accept. I want to be yours. I want your cock inside me, whenever you desire it. I give you my womb, my anal cherry, and my mouth.”
I fastened the collar around her throat, the click echoing like a vow.
Then I turned to Mark. “Hand me the keys to your cage.”
I spoke directly to Mark.
“I claim all of your property, wages, investments and time.
Your paycheck will be deposited in my account.
The home deed will be transferred tomorrow.
Any banking accounts or cards you have will be closed tomorrow.
Titles to any vehicles will be transferred tomorrow.
You are to serve me, so I may properly train and serve you. You have lost the right to touch Renee.
You may not masturbate to her image.
You move into the remote guest room tonight.
You are not allowed in the master’s suite without me present.
Do you accept these terms?
He hesitated only a second before answering.
“I fully accept your terms, Sir”
Give me all the keys to your cage.”
He silently handed me both keys.
I pocketed them. “From now on, these stay with me.
You stay locked unless I decide otherwise.”
Mark’s voice was hoarse with arousal and humiliation. “Yes, Sir.”
I had Renee repeat after me: “I give my fertile body to my bull. My womb is no longer my husband’s. Tonight and every time you want, you will breed me bare while he remains locked and denied. You may share me as you desire.”
Mark slipped her original wedding ring off her finger and placed it in my palm. I slid it onto her right hand instead–my symbol of her new ownership.
The ceremony was short, intimate, and absolute. I pulled Renee to her feet and kissed her deeply, tasting her surrender while Mark watched silently from his knees, his caged cock straining uselessly against the steel.
“Bedroom,” I ordered. “Keep the dress on until I tell you to take it off. Mark, you will follow and sit in the chair. Hands on the armrests. Do not touch yourself.”
The master bedroom was warm, candles flickering, the king-sized bed already turned down with fresh white sheets. I guided Renee to the center of the bed and laid her back gently, the satin wedding dress spreading around her like a bridal offering. Mark took the designated chair close enough to see every detail, the steel cage locked between his spread thighs, his denied cock twitching visibly.
I stripped slowly, letting both of them see the thick, heavy cock that would soon claim Renee’s fertile womb. It was already leaking pre-cum at the thought. I pushed the dress up to her waist, hooked my fingers in the tiny white thong, and slid it down her legs, leaving the garter belt, stockings, and wedding dress in place. Her tits bounced, having been pulled from their bra. I tossed her damp thong on cucks lap.
“Legs wide, wife,” I ordered.
Renee obeyed, spreading herself obscenely in her wedding dress. Her pussy glistened–pink, swollen, and already dripping with need. I climbed between her thighs and rubbed the fat head of my cock up and down her wet slit, coating myself in her slickness while Mark watched in helpless silence. She held her legs splayed open, behind her knees. As I approached, she placed both legs behind her head.
“Beg me,” I said, pressing just the tip inside her.
“Please…” Renee whimpered, eyes locked on mine, voice thick with lust. “Please breed me. I’m so fertile right now. My husband hasn’t been inside me in over a year–he’s been locked the entire time. I want your cum deep in my womb. I am open and wide for your cock. Shoot it all the way inside me–make me yours while he stays locked in his cage.”
I drove forward in one long, slow thrust, burying every inch until I was pressed tight against her cervix. She cried out, back arching, the satin dress rustling around us. I started fucking her with deep, deliberate strokes–pulling almost all the way out, then slamming home so the head kissed her womb with every thrust. Her shoes banged and rattled noisily against the headboard.
Mark’s breathing was ragged, his caged cock leaking steadily onto the chair as he watched his wife get claimed in the dress she once wore for him.
“Harder,” Renee gasped, nails digging into my shoulders through the lace. “Fuck me like I’m yours now. Fill me–please, I need it. I’m ovulating… I want your baby. Breed your new wife while my husband stays locked and useless. Shoot it deep!”
I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half so the wedding dress bunched around her waist and her fertile pussy was completely exposed and tilted upward. Her full tits bounced at her side, out if rhythm, swinging and swaying, begging for a length of rope to train them.
The angle let me pound straight down into her cervix with every powerful thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of my heavy balls slapping her ass filled the room, punctuated by the faint metallic clink of Mark’s chastity cage as he shifted helplessly.
“You feel that?” I growled down at Renee loud enough for Mark to hear. “That’s my cock owning your womb. Your husband can only watch while I breed you bare.”
“PLEASE!” Renee sobbed, voice breaking with pleasure. “Cum inside me–fill me!
I’m yours! Mark can’t give me this–he’s locked forever unless you say so. Only you can breed me! Shoot it deep, please, I’m so close–make me pregnant tonight!”
I felt her pussy clamp down hard, rippling around me as her orgasm hit. That was all I needed. I buried myself to the hilt and found her cervix. I pushed my cock into the tight donut of flesh, and let go–thick, heavy ropes of cum erupting straight into her uterus, flooding her fertile depths. I kept thrusting through every pulse, forcing my seed deeper, grinding against her womb, and inside it, until I was completely drained.
Renee’s body shook beneath me, moaning incoherently, “Yes… yes… it’s so deep… I can feel it filling me… breeding me…”
I stayed locked inside her for long minutes, ten-fifteen, I don’t know. I let my cock pulse the last drops of my seed into her while Mark watched in stunned, aching silence, his own caged micro-cock dripping uselessly. Only then did I pull out slowly, a thick white trickle of my cum already leaking from her well-bred pussy. Soon after my cock extraction, a huge gush of hot, lumpy and stringy cum pumped out of her uterus, once, twice, then three times, a massive load through her vagina, which puddled in a bowl of fabric between her quivering thighs.
I looked over at Mark. “You may clean her later–if I allow it. Tonight she eats it. And sleeps with my cum inside her. And that cage stays on until I decide you’ve earned a release.”
Renee reached up, touching the new collar at her throat, eyes shining with pure submission and satisfaction. “I’m yours now,” she whispered, still wearing the wedding dress that had once symbolized another man’s claim–now properly replaced.
I smiled and kissed her softly. “Yes, you are. And this is only the beginning.”