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Mark fidgeted in the kitchen, his small hands trembling as he poured red wine into crystal glasses. The tiny metal cage locked around his pathetic cock felt tighter than ever, a constant reminder of his submission. Lena had snapped it on him that morning with a wicked grin, her fingers brushing his shriveled balls just enough to make him whimper. "Be a good little cuck tonight, Mark," she'd purred. "Jax is coming over, and you're going to serve us like the beta bitch you are."

Now, the doorbell rang, and Mark's heart slammed against his ribs. He smoothed his apron—Lena's idea, pink and frilly—and shuffled to the door. There stood Jax, Lena's workplace superior, a towering slab of muscle at 6'5", his broad shoulders straining his button-up shirt, dark hair cropped short, and a smug jawline that screamed alpha. Jax's eyes flicked over Mark dismissively, like he was sizing up a bug.

"Uh, hi, Jax. Come in," Mark mumbled, stepping aside.

Lena sauntered in from the living room, her tight black dress hugging every curve of her voluptuous body—full tits spilling over the neckline, wide hips swaying, and an ass that begged to be grabbed. At 32, she was a goddess, her long auburn hair cascading down her back. "Jax! So glad you made it," she cooed, pressing her body against his in a hug that lasted way too long, her hands sliding down his back to squeeze his firm ass.

Jax chuckled, his deep voice rumbling. "Wouldn't miss dinner with my favorite subordinate, Lena. And who's this?" He nodded at Mark, smirking.

"My hubby," Lena said, linking her arm with Jax's and leading him to the dining table. "Mark's been dying to meet you. Serve the drinks, cucky."

Mark's face burned as he carried the tray over, his caged cock twitching painfully against the bars. He could feel it straining, the humiliation flooding his veins with twisted arousal. He set the glasses down, spilling a drop on the tablecloth.