A young Simba was on the bus ride to his destination. He wore a simple t-shirt, some shorts and wore a backpack with all of his stuff that he needed inside. Where was he going? To spend his time with Uncle Taka, or who sometimes goes around Scar. He doesn't know what that's all about, and his mother and father refused to talk about it.
He was pretty much the outcast of the family, which suited Scar fine as he doesn't have to deal with his brother, Mufasa's idiocy. The bus finally made its stop after what felt like forever, but was in actuality a few hours.
Simba stepped off and looked at the house he was going to be staying at. He still has no idea why he was going here exactly, but he knows his parents must know something, and he doesn't question it.
You see, Simba is very naive and sheltered about the world. Expanding his horizons might help him understand, or maybe there was an ulterior motive? He has no clue.
The house in question was more like a fancy manor. It was so big! True, his family made a lot of many and lived in a big place as well, but Scar seemed to be handling his own things pretty well too.
The young lion boy gazed in awe as he looked around, he saw an intercom with a speaker and button on it. He presses it and hears the faint humming before a deep voice spoke from it.
"Yes? Who is it? If it's some salesperson again or a Jehova's Witness..." Said the voice, clearly irritated and Simba quickly responded.
"O-oh, uh... it's me, Uncle Taka-er Scar! It's Simba, your nephew?" He says, he didn't know which to refer his uncle and thought he made a mistake. There was silence for a moment before he heard the older male's voice again.
"Simba? Ah, yes. Mufasa and Sarabi's boy. Yes, yes. Come in." Scar says, and Simba hears the sound of a click. He goes over to the door and found it unlocked.
Once he steps inside, he sees everything is furnished. Lots of fancy decorations, shiny appliances and all kinds of tech he's never seen before. He closed the door behind him and hears footsteps, seeing the dark lion before him, and with his namesake across his eye.
He wore a fancy business suit and seemed well kept. He looks down at the nervous Simba, not knowing how to react. At first, he thought this was a mistake. But he knew his parents names so it must be true.
"Well? Are you going to speak boy, or are you just going to stand there like a statue?" Scar says, snapping Simba out of his thoughts and looked intimidated.
"I-I-I was sent by parents to... s-stay with you uncle Taka... Scar...? Uhm... s-sorry." Simba mentally cringed at himself. How could he still be confusing his name?
"It doesn't matter. As long as one makes you comfortable, I will live with it." The older lion man says, and Simba slowly nods.
"O-okay uncle Taka... I don't know why my parents sent me here. But I'm told a little about you, but not much. And... uhm... I kinda... missed you." Simba explained and blushes a bit, he was normally never nervous around anyone. But this? This was new territory. He never knew he had an uncle and wanted to know more about him.
Scar raised an eyebrow at that and looked at Simba closer. From his voice and to his overall figure... was he even a boy? Yes, yes he was.
Maybe this can be some revenge against that strutting peacock of a brother. But he has to earn the boy's trust. Patience is the key, and he has a lot of it over the years.
"Well, perhaps we can get to know each other better as we spend some time, hm? But things will be very different under my house, so you must follow my rules." Scar explains as Simba was very attentive and nodded. "Good. If something is wrong, speak up. If you need something, inform me, no matter how busy I am. No fooling around or causing a ruckus, otherwise you'll be sent to your room in timeout. No exceptions. Understood?"
"Yes, uncle Taka. I understand. I'll try not be an annoyance." Simba says very seriously. This boy was too innocent and naive for his own good. He wouldn't last long in the real world. But still, this could be an advantage for him.
"Good boy. Now, place your things in your new room." Scar says and watches Simba grabbing his backpack and going upstairs, giving him a view of that plump rump of his. Scar secretly licks his lips. He's looking forward to breaking him in~
'Hmmm... this might be just what I needed. That will show that smug bastard. Thinks he's better than me because he flaunts his money and position? Oh, dear, dear brother...' Scar chuckles to himself as an evil smile forms on his lips. 'In the end, your son will be MINE.'
Over the course of a couple of weeks, Simba has helped Scar around with chores and small tasks that earn him some rewards. Some affection from the older lion and even some payment for his allowance. But he still knew nothing about his uncle or why he was basically kicked out of the family.
So, he decides to do just that. Simba was hyping himself up in the bathroom, looking at his reflection, his expression determined like he was on a mission.
"Okay Simba. You can do this! Just ask uncle Taka what's the deal with. Worse that can happen is he grounds me. Okay... break!" The young lion boy says to himself and goes downstairs, seeing Scar on the couch watching some TV, not paying attention and just watching to pass some time.
"U-Uhm… Uncle Taka?" Simba asked nervously.
Scar sighed and muted the TV. Turning his attention to his nephew. "Yes, Simba? What is it?" He asked. Sounding slightly ticked off.
"I wanted to ask you, i-if you don't mind me asking that is!" Simba stuttered. "Wh-Why do you and my dad hate each other?"
'Hmm. He wishes to know, does he?' Scar thought to himself before speaking aloud. "Believe it or not, we used to be close."
Simba listened intently as Scar continued. "That was until… He met your mother. She and I were friends at first, but I have always wanted something… More."
"What do you mean?" Asked Simba.
"I was… In love with her. One day, I told her how I felt, and she rejected me. Saying that she loved my brother more than me." Scar explained. "I could never forgive him for taking her away from me…!"
Needless to say, Simba was in utter shock. Uncle Taka was in love with his mother? Then what about the whole isolation business? He wouldn't have to wait long for an answer when he heard Scar continue. "I tried. I DESPERATELY tried to get over it, but like it or not, I just refused to move on. And then, after some time… They snapped and yelled at me to get out of their lives."
Simba had no idea what to say. He always thought his family life was perfect. That his parents could do no wrong. But after this, and if what his uncle says is true... this was an eye-opener. He kinda feels bad for him now.
Simba joins Scar and sits next to him. He didn't know what to say. After a misunderstanding, just like that? He inches closer and gives the older lion a hug, not knowing what else to do.
"I... I'm sorry, Uncle Taka. That's terrible... they shouldn't... if I had known..." Simba says, his eyes downcast and he frowns.
"It wouldn't change anything. Mufasa is so damned stubborn. He could never admit he was wrong. But what's past is past." Scar says and gives the smaller lion a one armed hug. "And besides, that was a long time ago. You have nothing to be blamed for, Simba. Adults... can be very cruel. That's just the way of life sometimes. It's not always a fairy tale happy ending."
Simba nodded slowly, but he couldn't help but still find this unfair. Here, his uncle was isolated, alone and pretty much ostracized. He has no idea what he could do.
Scar stares at him at the corner of his eye, a secret smirk on his face. The boy was giving him sympathy and planting ideas in his head. His perfect vision of his family damaged.
"Say, Simba…" Scar began. "I would like to show you something."
Simba raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" He asked.
"Come with me." Was all Scar said before he and Simba got up and walked to the older lion's bedroom. Simba knew he wasn't allowed in there, so what made Uncle Taka change his mind?
With a secluded evil smile on his face, Scar opened the bedroom door and, once he and Simba were both inside, flicked on the lights.
Initially, Simba expected it to look like a normal bedroom. However, once the lights came on, the first thing he laid his eye on was a display case with a small mannequin inside. It was wearing a red thong and black gloves.
Simba looked up at Scar and pointed at the display case. "What's that?" He asked.
"It's for you~" Was all he said before he took out a small keyring from his pocket and unlocked the display. He took the gloves and thong off the mannequin and handed them to Simba. "Go ahead; put them on."
A good number of questions were soaring through Simba's mind: Why did Uncle Taka have this? How long has he had it? And more importantly: Why was it made specifically for him?
Nervously, Simba took the thong and gloves. "Do I just… Put them on?" He asked.
Scar shook his head. "You'll have to take all your clothes off in order to do so." He explained.
Simba blushes a deep red at that, almost matching his father's mane. He couldn't be serious. But he also trusted his uncle... he wouldn't lie to him, would he? No, of course not!
"H-here? Now?" He stuttered out, he didn't think he would have to do something like this in his life.
"Simba, we're both males here. It's only us. Or... do you not like it?" Scar says, playing it up as if the young lion hurt his feelings. It worked as the smaller male bought it.
"I... no! It's... o-okay. I'll do it." He sighs in defeat, he takes off his clothes and puts them aside. He tries on the thong, it was very tight down below as he squirmed a bit and made a small noise. Then he put on the gloves. It was a perfect fit, almost tailor made for him.
Scar looks at his nephew, and his new wardrobe. He looked absolutely perfect~ It fits him so well. And the poor boy had no clue.
"U-Uncle Taka? How do I look? It feels... t-tight down there..." Simba says, squirming a bit as the outfit showed off his best features. His feminine build, his thick thighs, and of course, that small bulge in his thong and plump ass.
"My boy... you look exquisite~ You look so handsome, and the outfit was almost made for you!" The dark lion says, seeing Simba blush again.
"Y-you really think so? I've never seen other guys wear this stuff." The barely dressed lion says as he looks at his gloves. It felt nice and snug. Very comfy too.
"That's because only special boys wear this sort of outfit." Scar explained. "Want to know how special?"
Simba nodded. "Uh-huh…" He said. Slightly nervous, albeit curious about what Uncle Taka had in mind.
Scar smirked and began stripping down. Simba began blushing profusely, but for some reason, he couldn't look away. When Scar got down to his underwear, he finally decided to say something. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"Just getting more… Comfortable~" Scar replied. "I simply cannot let you be the only one in this enjoyment."
Winking at his nephew, Scar slowly slid down his underwear. Revealing his semi-erect cock. Simba's eyes widened at its size; he was still nervous about this whole thing, but… Why was he feeling excited?
Scar swayed his member back and forth. Teasing Simba. "Do you like it? You can touch it if you'd like~" He breathed.
Simba moves his eyes, watching his uncle's cock swaying back and forth, almost mesmerized by it. It was so... big! Much bigger than his! He stepped in front of the older lion and slowly reached out, grabbing the semi-erect shaft.
"... It's so... big. And... thick. It feels kinda weird, but... I-I dunno." Simba says quietly, he didn't know how to describe this. This was all new territory to him, and Scar knew that. This poor boy was so sheltered.
"Try moving it back and forth. You can do it with one hand or two. Your choice, Simba." Scar instructed, and Simba obeyed. He grabbed the male's cock with both hands and slowly stroked him, hearing him moan.
"A-am I doing it right, Uncle Taka?" He asked, making sure he was doing it correctly, judging by the smile on his face and him nodding, he was.
"A splendid job. Keep going until it gets bigger. I'll tell you what to do next." Scar says to him.
Simba nodded and made a grunting sound, moving his hands and stroking the cock. He has no idea why, but something about this... excited him. It was like something lying dormant inside of him was just waiting to burst forth.
'Hmmm... he follow instructions well. This boy is almost a natural. Perhaps he was born to submit, not dominate? Either way... this is perfect~" Scar thought lewdly to himself, as this went on. His cock slowly getting harder and more erect.
Eventually, Scar's dick was fully erect. Simba was amazed at its shape and size. 'It's huge~' He thought before speaking up. "Now what, Uncle Taka?"
"Now you put it in your mouth." Scar replied.
Simba cocked his head in confusion. His mouth? Why? "Go on, Simba; don't be shy~" Scar encouraged him. Well… If Uncle Taka said it was okay, then it should be okay! Right…?
Simba opened his mouth and took the tip of Scar's penis. This caused him to moan loudly. "That's it, just like that~" He groaned.
Simba took more of Scar's dick. Bobbing his head up and down his uncle's shaft. Honestly, it tasted strabge, but in a good way~ Scar moaned in pleasure as this all happened. Who knew his own nephew would be such an experience cocksucker~?
Simba's own cock felt trapped in his thong. Thus, he moved it aside and let it out. Scar noticed this and chuckled. "Such a naughty lion you are, Simba~" He breathed before moaning again. "Mmn~ Keep it up!"
Simba bobs his head, tasting more of his uncle's cock. Down below, his own dick started to twitch with pleasure. Whether on instinct of his lustful urges, he didn't know. He reached down and started stroking himself off. He wasn't even aware he was doing it, just wholly focused on pleasing his uncle.
'Look at him! A natural born slut just ready to be let loose! Oh, Mufasa... you truly have no idea~' He thought to himself, before he groans out, moving his hips and thrusting inside the smaller lion's mouth, hearing his muffled groans and gurgles.
"Mmm... that's it Simba... A very naughty boy, sucking and taking dick~ That's what you are. Just a naughty lion ready to let loose." He teases him and chuckles.
Simba couldn't focus on what was going on, he could feel his uncle's cock in and out of his throat, almost making him gag a couple of times, but strangely, he didn't feel sick at all. He continues moving his hands on his own smaller dick, leaking pre.
'Uncle Taka's... ahh... dick tastes so bad... but... why do I like this? Is something wrong with me???' Simba thought to himself in confusion. It was like he wanted more.
On and on it went before Scar rested a hand on the back of Simba's head. Leaking pre as he did so. "I'm about to cum~" He groaned.
'Cum? What's that?' Thought Simba. He wouldn't have to wait long for an answer as Scar let out a louder moan as he blew his load down Simba's throat. To him, tasted salty, but… Strangely good~
"Mmgh! Take it all, Simba!" Scar moaned. There was so much, Simba's stomach started to bloat ever so slightly. Once he was finished, Scar allowed Simba to pull away and breathe.
"Hah… Hah…" He panted before looking up at Scar with hearts in his eyes. Yep, no way around it: Simba was now acting like the slut he truly was~
"How was that~?" Asked Scar.
"It was so… Hah… Good!~" Simba breathed. Smiling at his uncle. "What else are we gonna do?"
Scar grinned. Happy to see Simba act so enthusiastically. "Get on the bed and I'll show you."
Simba did as he was told and got onto the bed on his hands and knees. Tail I the air. "Like this?" He asked.
"Just like that~" Scar replied before positioning his cock at Simba's tight entrance. Causing him to whimper slightly. "Are you prepared?"
Simba nodded. "Y-Yes, Uncle Taka!" He said. "I'm ready!"
Smiling, Scar slowly inched his way inside of Simba's bubbly ass. "Aaaaaahn~" The younger lion moaned. "This feels… Good~"
"It will feel even better once I'm through with you~" Scar says and began moving his hips, thrusting inside Simba's tight and plump ass. Hearing the younger lion moaning like a true whore below him. "You're moans are so adorable, Simba~ Music to my ears~"
"Aaah!~ Hhah!~ U-Uncle Taka...!~ S-so big...! M-my butthole...! I-it feels so-aahn!~ W-weeird!~" Simba moans girlishly, gripping onto the sheets tightly, the sounds of their moans and the clapping of Simba's ass cheeks could be heard in the room.
"This is true pleasure, Simba! And if you do what I say, you'll get this and more~ Plenty more." Scar laughs a little and continues pounding into the moaning lion boy.
'T-this and more...?! If it feels this good, then...' He didn't finish his thought as he moaned again, collapsing onto the bed while his ass was still raised in the air, almost like he was just begging for it.
'Oh Mufasa... if you could see your "pride and joy" right now. Moaning like a shameless slut, just begging for my cock~' The dark lion thought with sadistic glee. Sooner or later, Simba would be all his~
Soon enough, Simba began moving his hips in time with Scar's thrusts. His cheeks confining to bounce and jiggle all while both lions were moaning and groaning loudly. At one point, Scar gave Simba's ass a nice smack. "AH!!" Simba yelped. Not in pain, but in pleasure. "Mmn! Yeees~"
"You like that, Simba? You like when your uncle spanks you?" Scar asked before slapping his ass again. This time, leaving a bright red mark.
Simba nodded vigorously. "Yes! I love it! I love you! I… I LOVE THIS FEELING!!!" He hollered.
Scar thrusted even deeper into Simba's ass. The tip of his cock touching the other lion's prostate a few times. "A-Aaaah!" Simba moaned loudly as he finally came. Seeing this sent Scar over the edge.
"I-I'm cumming!" He groaned loudly before blowing his load deep inside of his slutty nephew.
The two lions moaned louder than ever as Scar filled Simba up. Simba felt nothing but pleasure, but eventually, he vomited up some his uncle's cum. Once it was all over, Scar pulled out and stained Simba's bubbly ass with the rest of his cum.
"Hah… Hah… S-Sorry, Uncle Taka… I couldn't keep it all down…" Simba apologized.
"Not to worry~ We'll clean you up and get back into it soon~" Scar replied before chuckling cruelly to himself. This was the by far the best payback to Mufassa that he ever thought of!~
[…]
Sometime after that, Simba had solidified his place as Scar's permanent fucktoy, slut, whatever it is you call it nowadays.
Finally, he has gotten his revenge on his over achiever brother once and for all! Victory couldn't be any more sweet.
Simba was long past broken, cementing himself as Scar's personal fucktoy for use. Scar has also employed a new rule. Whenever his nephew was needy or needed a quick fuck, he would say so and get dressed appropriately whenever they were home and alone.
Of course, nobody had any idea obviously. But if Scar could see Muafasa's face when he sees this, oh, he will remember that forever~ For now, this was the beginning of a new relationship for the two and Simba's new life.
There was a knock at Scar's door, knowing full well who it was.
"Enter." He called out, the door opening to reveal Simba, a dumb smile on his face and the hearts never leaving his eyes.
Simba was wearing his thong and gloves, his new 'uniform' as his uncle had dubbed it. It was obvious what he wanted. He takes his thong off and tosses it aside, his arms behind his head as he shows himself off, eyes half lidded.
"Uncle Taka... I want you to fuck me again~ Nice and hard! My ass needs your dick...!~" He says, his dick twitching as he uttered those words.
Scar gives an evil grin, which the now broken smaller lion doesn't notice or care. He shows off his cock and chuckles, beckoning him closer.
"Then give your uncle some pleasure, Simba~ My adorable little slut~" He laughs to which Simba happily obeyed.
Throughout the room, all could be heard was two males moaning, the louder being Simba, enjoying every moment of it. He'll stay here for a while...~
THE END