r/Furry_Cucks

I’m genuinely wanting someone to steal my bf and make him dump me to be your bf no matter what
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(I apologize if text only stories or other more divisive fetishes {diapers} are not allowed on this sub. I looked through the rules and other posts and it looks to be acceptable. I will delete the post if this is the case. Story written by myself)

"Shush shush little one, cut your wining." A petite woman hushed towards a cowering lump on a mattress. She cracked her cracked her neck, left to right.

"Wouldn't want an accident to occur before the... show."

Dressed in her perforated latex unitard, the chipmunk towered with bold pride, dangerous intentions evident in her smirk, over the technically larger skunk who laid hobbled and blinded on top of childish plastic baby sheets inside his crib. Her black stripes running down her back were compressed with even blacker strips of latex, shined to a blinding glisten, allowing the white fluff along the shoulder blades and spine free to flow and jossel with motion. A thicker, stiff band ran along her ribs and was cut to follow her curves, supporting and propagating her chest fluff. The short pile of her belly fluff was framed in a circle of latex, alowing a window of softness from the cold hard shine of constricting rubber. The garment extended down to the tops of her knees before cutting off and allowing the rest of her body to show it's natural pattern. Elegantly cut to follow and gently hold down the darker parts of her pattern, giving a shine and indented definition to her natural striped outline, while emphasizes her bright white and clean light brown of her patterned body, she stood tall, strong and proud, completely in control.

The skunk was a different story. Thick, heavy latex designed with durability first and comfort last covered him from ear tips to toes. His normally bushy tail had been encapsulated into a tapered cylinder similar to an otters with a white dipstick and strapped tightly to his back. The restrictive catsuit had white marking elsewhere mimicking his own along with a white belly, helping any onlookers better recognize the species of the hobbled captive. A tight strip of latex was buckled around his masked head removing any sight. Combined with heavy padding sandwiched between his ear holes and his thick second shiny skin, his senses were severely hampered. Strangely his mouth only housed a bright pink pacifier. While still thick and fully filling, no straps or strings anchored it into his maw. Beyond one paci strap dangling off, tethered to prevent it from getting lost, it was under his own control to spit it out if he wanted to quickly safeword. But he knew those days were far behind him, speaking now would just get him beaten or worse. No woman would respect this creature enough to listen to it's pathetic cries. These events were no longer planned scenes with give and take with safety built in, they were his life. He had no control. His cock throbbed inside it's spiked cage, confused at every part of this arraignment but desperate for a release that would never come.

His four paws were neatly restrained. His legs were folded at the knee and tightly taped, any 'walking' he would do would be on his knees, assuming he could keep his balance while being tugged along by a leash. Attached shiny paw socks with pink pads covered his toe beans. Fictitious soft, squishy claws stuck out the front, while his real claws were sealed inside the latex with pink plastic covers glued on to prevent any chance of him ripping out of his outfit. His handpaws had the same girly accessories glued to each finger, protecting his shinny prison from any pathetic outburst he might have. Held tightly in balls by the attached mitts, no digits were able to extend more than a millimeter before being snapped back into place by the molded rubber. Not that moving his fingers would be much of a help in his situation. A piss soaked canvas straight jacked layered over his cat suit that fully contained his compressed and matted fur that was unable to breath and dry from his sweat for over... How many hours had it been? How many days had it been since he woke up trapped, having already agreed to go farther into degradation then he had ever gone before, and become a cuck.

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Three weeks into October, the husband wife duo were enjoying a 'neutral' night in the city. Warm air more akin to Spring circulated off the bay as they sipped drinks and chatted amongst themselves under an outdoor canopy.

"What about that boy?" The wife lifted a delicate paw, breaking off their idle chatter, and pointed at a mostly lightning blue husky, unkept tuffs sticking out across his defined body, leaning with his back on the bar. Well built and with confidence that would make Alexander Hamilton look like a timid mouse opposed to the tom cat he was remembered as. The dog had his maw straight up in the air, easily being the loudest critter in the queer waterside bar, clearly trying to hit on the bar tender while maintaining his puffed out, shirtless chest towards the center of the room for all to see. His arched back helped protrude his cream furred fuzzy abs as his centerpiece of self-centeredness, definition great enough to make his floof appear to be the trees on the rolling hills of his tight stomach muscles. Looking fresh out of undergrad, the 'boy' was making no headway with the older gray muzzled wolf mixing drinks for other patrons, but was clearly attracting the eyes from the various clicks of furs distributed through the watering hole.

"With pride that would even make lions give a wide berth, I don't want to even deal with that type of cockiness in the bedroom. Even if you distilled his essence into a cock-tail, he would be finished too soon and could never go down smooth enough for you."

They've picked up a third before, and done some group play, but always as equals. Their power dynamic was only ever fully on display in the privacy of their home.

She stifled a laugh in her copper cup, mint sprig rotating amongst the ice. "You know, you are getting better at smooth talking," giving his slightly swollen crotch a quick pat then a full grope. 'Definitely wet, but still plenty of room' she noted to herself. 'This dumb skunk always says he can hold his liquor, and he sure can pack them away, but as soon as the third hits his throat the first just starts dribbling out.' "Mr. Puffy Puppy Butt."

True, but he was still better with sarcasm and smiles then sweet talking. Getting someone hot and heavy from the zero interest to one hundred percent in need of horny jail with words alone was something he would probably never be skilled at, but what he lacked in raw sex appeal and wordplay he made up with attention to detail and pure vigor.

"Alright, what about Jessica?" she said waving at a brown bear holding a comically large mug even for her size. She waved back but made no move to leave the group she was with, obviously engaged with the conversation. "We've done stuff with her before and have hung out outside of scenes."

"Jessica's cock is my absolute limit, and that's with an hour of warm-up, me being on top, and her promising she won't start humping back." The skunk smirked, thinking of the feeling of someone else inside his tail hole. "Maybe I could be persuaded to switch the end of my Locktober to being sandwiched between you too. Her using me as a cock sleeve to rail you..." He tapered off at her dark and serious expression.

"And maybe my little piddly pants cuck wants Locktober to flow directly into No-Nut November, followed by a month off from any play, including your precious little butt button, during Denial December!" Her voice increased with each threat, turning a few ears and a head towards them.

The skunk was chagrin at her tone, despite the ever growing and straining front tail between his legs. The best part of being in chastity was all the humiliation and abuse before the big release. No release and... what? Life as a servant, praying for some form of positive reinforcement to break up the monotony and pain? Still, he stiffened visibly inside his day cage, a soft molded plastic with enough room to confrontly control an erection from getting out of hand. With one week left, and having only been let out for supervised cleaning or punishments, he was getting desperate to empty more than just his blatter into any garment he found himself taped into.

"Ok, ok," the skunk said trying to hide his reddening cheeks behind a quickly dwindling martini. "How about... that orange fox," the skunk scratched along the edge his white mohock of head floof "Rob?"

"Ron" she corrected "and he's perfectly nice. Might be too nice. We've all danced before, if you care to remember?"

"I remember, I hold my liquor better than any predator."

"Quite, but that's because you let it vacate your bladder as soon as the second 'liquor' hits your tongue."

"Third." The skunk proudly corrected.

'So he is aware of the pattern,' she mused to herself. 'Probably means he does it on purpose. Kind of pathetic how much he gets off on pissing himself.'

"Oh, so you admit to just pissing yourself in front of your wife, baby cock? I don't think any other diaper wearers are as regular as you, piddle pants. Most people your age in diapers have no idea when they're going to spring a leak, hence why they need them. Yet here you are, wearing a big oversized baby diaper, decorated with all sorts of woodland critters in messy diapers, and I can time you from the moment we entered this bar when you would start to look just like them."

The skunk sheepishly put his fresh drink down on a table, jiggling his crotch to confirm what they both knew. His cage easily held down his front tail's attempt at reaching his full four inches of growth.

"But we've never done anything intermittent with him." She brought the conversation back on topic. "Although, his build is nice, not too thick in either direction. He's a bit shorter than you so he stands between us in comparative size. His fur is symmetrically patterned, cute black socks up the calves with a zig zag transition, and with matching forearm patterns. And white tipped on his ears and tail." She smacked her licks. "Alright cucky boy, let's go see if he's bull material."

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The night before the big day, the last night of October, a fox named Ron came over to go over what would transpire during the scene. Safe words were exchanged and signals for anyone who would be incapacitated were learned. Most likely just for use by an overexcited skunk, but they were thorough in preparation. Then, the skunk was led to the couch where his wife sat down on the fox's lap. He was signaled to lay down with his head in her lap, and was given a baby bottle decorated with buff foxes that resembled the one recruited to slam his wife. The childish glass contained juice and a single dose of gamma-hydroxybutyrate. A second bottle followed decorated with a little stinky skunk, clad in a messy diaper twice the size of the bearer. This one contained enough laxatives for a colonoscopy. As he drank from his baby bottle he felt his body loosing focus, no longer understanding where any of his senses were, he watched the fox caress, then grope her chest, his wife, while kissing up and down her neck.

"Sleep well my little baby cuck." She whispered down to him, holding back moans from the attention her breasts were receiving. "We certainly won't be."

"No we won't," the fox began to drool with anticipation. "Round one is going to be right on top of your useless diapered caged cock. And when I finish inside your wife, I'm going to make sure every drop of my seed drips out of her and into your drooling mouth before I seal my cum in your maw. Maybe with your mouth gagged and with no where else to go, the pure testosterone of a real man might leak out the spunk and help you grow a pair!" She gasp as the fox shifted to slide his long shaft between her legs, ticking the lips along her vulva and pressing into the back of the skunk's head. "But its more likely that instead of fighting for your wife back, you're just going to end up begging night after night to clean up my cum from inside her. Either way, little cuck, when you wake up, the first thing you'll taste is the pleasure your new bull took in pounding your wife harder and stronger than you ever had before!"

He drifted away into a drug induced slumber watching his wife begin to be mounted doggy style right on top of him, holding her gaze as her eyes lit up in ecstasy as the fox began.

The skunk woke with a start some hours later. He felt better rested then he expected but was completely disoriented. Opening his eyes resulted in a null response. A blindfold tightly hung across his face. Not fully remembering what was going on, he struggled. A lot. Air would not leave his throat in any meaningful way, the best he could do was make a 'hu-ff' noise when breathing out, then choke on whatever was barely tickling his uvula. Hands likewise failed to respond, flexing his digits did nothing. Thick mitts were buckled over is pads. Trying to move any limbs only confirmed what he was fearing, he was face down and strapped tight across something hard, horizontal, and unforgiving in its structural integrity. His mind raced trying to figure out what was happening, and as he remembered he calmed. This was all part of an act, a scene, bdsm and the like. Any moment someone would realize that he had panicked and would release him from the bonds. He would walk over to the bar, get a Bruise and talk it over with his wife. His rock. The one he would die for. Who just fucked another man on top of his diaper rapped, diaper covered, ass. Diapered.

He wanted to die of embarrassment. This fox was the first one to see him padded beyond his wife. He was so desperate for a sexual release his embarrassment of being treated like a bed wetter was overrun with his horny brain. But now, laying in the dark, he felt his cheeks blush with embarrassment. As he shifted his body, another shame fell twofold around him. His diaper's butt seat was completely full. Beyond full, the capacity for his bullshit was leaking out the leg guards, dripping both up his back and down his legs. His fur must have been stained brown from all of it. And yet the shame of watching then being fed the seed of his wife's most recent lover while unconscious was less than that of his stinky secret being revealed with no fanfair. Watching another take his lover while losing consciousness was a bitter pill akin to eating the cum from the fox performing the act, but for that fox to see him padded, when he felt most vulnerable and in need of protection. The fox didn't even bat an eye.

'A mercy' the skunk thought, 'didn't want to waste the time with lesser attacks as I slipped into unconsciousness.' But they had talked about all of their wants and fears over the last week, and had been friends, albeit not close, before the couple approached the fox. Thinking of seamen, the flavor across his tongue tasted of... nothing? 'Guess they didn't finish while above me?' he slowly thought. 'Guess date rape drugs really should be better regulated.'

Some time later, laughter began to echo in the room. The skunk lay fully recovered from the illicit substance, trying to track the disturbance. The voices cut off and the door creaked open.

"S-Shush... Our new baby will hear."

"Don't want to wake our new baby boy."

The second voice was definitely his wife. His wiggling and air noise only served them in continuing their act.

"Uh-Oh, guess the cuck is truly awake. Wonder if he can understand this?" The fox must have begun some form of passionate kiss on the chipmunk was wet, slippery noises echoed inside the still disorganized skunk head.

"Stop-ped, you're too amazing and..." She trailed off finding the right word. "Sexy when you kiss your own arm? Why are you doing that?"

"To fuck with him, just like we fucked all night." the fox whispered a bit too loudly. "Well, except for the part where we 'dressed' our little baby stinker. Honestly it's our own fault for not giving him a sticker bedtime. Completely out cold by 8pm. We barely got him all cozy and safe before he started packing his pampers."

They began kissing in earnest. At least the skunk was sort of convinced they were this time.

"You really are good at that!" The chipmunk spoke slightly winded, 'so most likely actual kissing' thought the skunk.

"Alright little baby, you made it through a month without making any little squirties from that pathetic thing between your legs. I know you've been looking forward to getting to show off and prove what a big, tuff, man you are. But here's the thing, it got good last night. Too good. So good that I don't think I want deal with that toothpick of yours anymore. At first, I thought we were just going for a one time fling, to fill your silly fantasy where you don't get any action. What a sad, pathetic want. Knowing that you can't even satisfy your wife, begging for someone to step up and fulfill your role. What's even sadder is you didn't think that would lead to you being the benchwarmer and not the starting pitcher."

'Wait' the skunk began to panic a bit 'this is sounding way too real'.

But don't worry." She continued, "your maw has been on point and only getting better throughout the month, and you're getting so explorative with that tounge. I think a pissy poopy shit wearing diaper cuck like yourself should be proud of that accomplishment! You're not going to be a benchwarmer with those skills, no no. You're going to be part of the clean up crew! Making sure all of our toys are clean before being put away. Can't leave any brown streaks on those, they would get so sticky, although with you in the room, it would be hard to notice." They both laughed.

"And I hate having to clean up any spills from the bedsheets you two used to share." The fox piped in, "so you'll be licking up any spills, including whatever I leave inside your wife and under my forskin."

The dominant lady leaned in "I'm going to remove this gag" she spoke low and growing "and if I don't here a 'thank you for fucking my wife, I'm a pathetic piss pants who could never do it right' from your mouth, there's going to be a problem."

This was too much for the skunk, unsure if this was just play... or if they were completely serious. "Bu-but" the skunk stammered as the gag left his mouth.

"God this shit for brains is dumb!" His wife exclaimed as she slammed a different gag, long and textured into his mouth and down his throat. "I tell him what to say, and he has the balls to request attention to his ass!" She quickly buckled the gag around his head "fine, fine. I don't normally do requests but if it will make you so happy, we'll spend some time with your behind. At least we'll get rid of this disgusting diaper, honestly how does one skunk put to shame his whole species while asleep."

The x shaped boards he was strapped down to begin to move, raising his head until he was vertical. Still bound tightly, something was placed below him before the side of his oversaturated diaper were cut off of him. The soiled garment fell off him, thudding into the bottom of what was most likely a trash can.

"If you continue to miss behave, little stinker, I'm going to use your diaper pail as an air filter next time you earn yourself some time in a gas mask, so start acting like your fantasy is everything you wanted, and more." She said.

The fox began to hose down the skunk with ice cold water, letting the mess flow down the floor drain. Now shivering, the skunk stayed stuck. His freshly exposed stripes slowly became whiter where his mess had been, but continued reeking something awful. "My, this little puppy sure did a number on his special big boy pants. Going to need to let this cuck air out for a few hours." The fox said jovial. "But first, I know how sad you must be not having the flavor of my seed in your mouth. I wouldn't want to deprive you of your new favorite flavor of patheticness. That's why the second and third round with your wife, I used a condom. That's right, little cucky, I was thinking of you while railing your wife last night. While you packed your pampers with everything you had, I did the same with a condom and your hot wife."

The skunk shivered from the cold and dread he was feeling. This was way too much. His emotions were in knots, not sure where he should look between his beautiful wife and the man she was suggesting was better than him in nearly every way. He had been hoping that they had gotten cold feet when he awoke without the flavor of cum in his mouth. Now he realized that would be ridiculous for something to be that potent and flavorful to last a whole night of sleep.

He felt the straps behind his head loosen and the dildo gag was pulled about an inch out of his throat. "You've proven your just a big, stinky baby in such a short time little guy! How about you show me how you nurse?" With devilish glee, the fox emptied the two condoms onto the exposed part of the dildo. "Start suckling, cuck. Savior the flavor of what brought your wife screaming to climax last night. What you'll never do again. Drip any of it, and you'll be in a world of hurt, and more than what is already coming for you next." So the skunk sucked and worked his togue out of his maw to lap up the salty, metallic fluid.

"Now thank me." The fox leaned in. "Thank me for railing your wife and saving you some leftovers in a little take out bag. Thank me for doing what your pathetic, useless little clit will never have the chance to fail at again." The skunk started to cry, the sob. He was beyond understanding, lost as to what was real and what was fantasy. And yet, to the joy of both his wife and her new lover, his cock was straining his cage to its absolute structural limit. The fox waited, keeping is maw close to the skunks until the pathic, whimpering creature sobbed out around his gag "T-nk oo for... sa-in you-r -eed an feedin it... to me. T-nk oo for ra-ailin my wife be-tter dan me."

"Good puppy, good little boy. You get to skip the big punishment. Just a little pain for you then, a little disappointment, for such a little pants pisser." With that, the fox re-tightened and secured the gag back fully into the skunks throat.

"Paddle, whip, or cane first?" His wife asked the bull.

"Paddle." The fox replied. Then the first blow landed hard on his still wet and exposed ass. The skunk gasp at the sharp and sudden pain. "Don't worry. I'm going to skip the whip because you thanked me so nicely for being much more of a man than yourself will ever be. Don't want you with any open cuts that your stinky mushy diapers could leak into."

Blow after blow, the skunk felt his butt go from warm to hot to fire. His winning became ragged cries, tears freely flowing. He knew they were pushing into bruising territory the way the fox hit him. The cane was worse. It sting landed everywhere across his body. Arms, legs, shoulders, back, everywhere was in pain. Soon the only thing holding the skunk up was his restraints, his body recked and beyond sore from the abuse he took. At no time did he have the option to safe word. With his hands bound their agreed signal was sealed away from him making that choice, just as his sex life was being sealed away from him.

When he finally stopped, his wife walked over and put her paw on his ass, sending searing pain up his spine. "Shush shush, little stinker. We're done showing you how it's going to be from now on, showing you who is in charge. I know you must be so tired from that, so I'm going to help get you set up for nap time. How does that sound?" The skunk nodded his head but continued to softly sniffle. "Don't put of a fuss, or we'll just have to flip you over and fully work your front side. That was mostly protected from the restraints, so you don't want that to match, do you?" The skunk nodded again. "Good puppy." He bighted a bit at hearing his wife call him that. A bit of life came back to his front tail, but no where near straining as it had been before the pain.

His arms were released from the x-cross but then laced into a binding sleeve behind his back. The ring at the end was hooked onto a rope before his legs were freed. "Paw up, little boy, got to get your booties on for your nap." So the skunk lifted one paw at a time, but when he put his foot down, he yelped through his gag at the sharp pain. "There's spikes inside the heals to force you to walk on your toes. Not like your about to do much walking anyway." With his caves extended, the bruised and battered skunk started to worry where this was going. His fears where realized as he felt his arms be pulled towards the ceiling, forcing him to hinge at the hips and bow. Someone was fiddling with the collar around his neck, then suddenly he felt it grow heavy.

"I just attached a five pound weight to your collar, little kit. I figured that during your 'nap', you could do some exercise, build up some mussels. Maybe it will help you have the strength not to shit yourself in your sleep." The fox explained as the skunk felt a new wave of shame hit him at the reminder. "You are going to stay here, in the dark, and try to get some rest. Meanwhile, your wife and I are going on a little brunch date! But don't worry, we'll give you something to sooth you to sleep."

His wife began to wipe lube across then into his tailhole. 'No!' thought the skunk. 'Not like this!' he began to struggle.

"Boy!" his once lover snapped at him. "If you do not stop moving, I will personally leave you so bruised you will turn into sloth just to avoid aggravating me again!" The skunk stopped moving, but pre-cum dripped like a leaky faucet out his now full cage.

The fox came over and slipped a condom over his cage. "That should stop you from making a mess all over the floor, piddle pants." He felt a dildo press into his hole and he whined. "I forgot how much noise little babies make when they don't get a nap. Well this dildo will at least take some of the fight out of the little guy. The machine will fuck you for about an hour before it turns off. That's right, your whole month of hard work, waiting till the end for your big release, is being canceled. This sex machine will drain your prostate of all the built up energy with none of the grown up fun. Just going to drain you, drop by drop, right out of your useless little baby cock. It will drip you dry. And after your milked, I'm going to empty that condom back into your mouth for recycling. How does that sound cuck? Why do you think I was so insistent on feeding you all those laxatives? I wanted you completely empty just so I could take your fun away." The skunk began to sob again as his wife turned on the machine.

"We'll be back in a few hours, cucky." his new bull stated cheerfully. "Don't wait up, we certainly won't be in a rush to see you! And don't you dare dilute your little clit's cuck cum with piss! I want the full flavor of your weakness to be what you taste as I fuck your wife in front of you!"

As the door closed, the skunk felt his useless seed start to quickly dribble out his pathetic cock, out the bars of the cage, and into the condom for recycling. He bawled like a baby in the dark at the death of his love life.

A month's time had passed since the new arrangement began, and there had been no breaks in the new dynamic beyond the skunk's spirit.