Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2024 18:21:43 +0000 From: Dave Arnold Subject: Ridden By A Tiger Part 4 Ridden By A Tiger Part 4 I hope you are enjoying my work. If you like it let me know at bigstuddog@live.com. It always helps to have some feedback. Unlike artists that can support their art by selling commissions most of us writers don't have this option. But there is something you can do to help a writer justify the time he spends on the keyboard. If you like realistic bestiality stories you can support me at https://Ko-fi.com/firefromheaven166029 . Speaking of payment, if you are able to help support Nifty.org please donate what you can. Ridden By A Tiger Part 4 He led me by my now flaccid cock into the courtyard where there was a stone floor and a hose. He started to adjust the water and said, "We need to get all of this cum off of us before we head into the castle." I braced myself for a cold hosing off only to find that it was warm, bordering on hot. He grinned at me. "I'm usually the one hosing off here. Do you think I'd be hosing off with cold water?" "I guess not Master." I said subserviently. "Yes you seem to be picking up things quickly." He replied cheekily. Then he handed me the hose and said, go ahead and rinse me off. We can take a real shower when we get in the castle." I rinsed all of the obvious elephant cum off of him and then he opened a cabinet and grabbed us each a towel. They were much better than any towel that I had ever used. They were thick, high pile and absorbent, and they made quick work of the water on us. Then he reached into the cabinet and grabbed us each a silk robe. His came to his knee and with me being about 10 inches shorter, mine stretched almost to my ankle. And with that we entered his foyer. Like everything else of his, his foyer was grandiose to the nth degree. I could have fit my whole two story house, roof and all into this foyer. There were hallways and rooms running off of it in all directions. It was a labyrinth that I knew I would get lost in if I strayed at all from my host. Then all of a sudden a huge beast came charging at us. It looked like a German Shepherd Dog, but much larger than any GSD I'd ever seen. Plus I just couldn't envision Master having anything as mundane as a GSD. He spread his arms out and called out "Here Odin!" He skidded to a stop and got up on his hind legs, resting his paws on the Duke's shoulders. "This is my timber wolf, Odin. He's one of the largest in the world. The all time record for a timber wolf is a little under 80 kg. He's not even two years old and he's about 77 kg. I could see the front of this huge creature. He had an obvious erection, with his knot formed in his sheath and about 2 inches of thick blood red cock lipsticking out of the end of his sheath. "It looks like someone is happy to see me." The Duke said with a bawdy wink. "He's the only animal that has free rein of the castle. Just remember he's a wolf, not a dog, so he still has some wild tendencies. But that's what makes it exciting." Odin got down off of the Duke and came over to me. He sniffed me all over. I just stood there and let him explore me. He walked behind me and stuck his nose under the hem of my robe. He lifted his head until his nose went right up my butt crack to my sphincter. "Just relax. It's a canid thing." The Duke told me. To my surprise he ran his tongue up my ass crack. Unlike the tiger's barbed tongue, Odin's tongue was nice and smooth and felt really good. He took another lick and when he came to my brown star he tried to dig in. I moaned. "Yes Odin we've got a new playmate. I think he'll be a more than willing subby little bottom boy for you." The Duke crooned at this huge wolf. I was a little miffed that he assumed that I would just do whatever he wanted, but the truth was I was more than interested in experiencing all these animals. The only thing that really worried me was I'd seen his hard-on in his sheath and that knot looked huge. I wasn't sure if I could take that huge thing being shoved up my ass. He went over to an intercom on the wall and pushed a button and started talking. "Hey Chef please come to the foyer." In less than 30 seconds a young man, who appeared to be in his mid twenties and who was more pretty than handsome bustled into the foyer. "What can I do for Your Grace?" He said with a deep bow. It was then that I realized that all he had on was an apron. "My guest and I have built up a bit of an appetite. I think I'll have the King's favorite, the seared lamb with wild mushroom risotto, bacon wrapped asparagus and Hogue Pinot Grigio. My guess is that Robert is going to be a regular here, so if he asks for anything do your best to accommodate "ANY" of his needs." "As you command Your Grace." He said, blushing furiously. "Lunch should take about an hour to prepare." "Robert and I are going to shower up and maybe take a short nap in my room. Just ring me on the intercom when lunch is ready." The Duke stated, then walked away without waiting for an answer. Of course I followed like a puppy. It was obvious that the Duke expected his orders to be followed. "Jason graduated at the top of his class at River Cottage, Devon, England, the school many believe to be the top culinary school in the UK. Another benefit is that he's as queer as a three dollar bill, so he fits right in here." He added with a chuckle. "After you get to sample all of the exotic stuff here, I'm sure that we'll spit roast him." We walked down a corridor, Odin walking besides the Duke, until we came to an elevator, which would have seemed so out of place if the doors hadn't been highly finished hardwood instead of shiny metal like you might find in an office building. He pushed the button to the top floor. "My room is in the topmost tower. That's traditionally been the safest place and I love being to be able to look out over my entire domain." He said with a wink. "The Keep here isn't the tallest one in England but it's just right for my taste. My suite is about 50 feet up." He added as the elevator stopped and the door opened. The door opened to an opulent room of hardwood paneling and antique furniture. There was a big four poster canopied bed, which Odin ran to and made himself comfortable on. It faced toward a sliding glass door that led out onto a balcony. It had a wrought iron railing so you could easily see out into the yard. In one of the paddocks I could see the head and neck of a giraffe sticking up over the hedges. What else could he possibly have here. Over in one side was a door which he led me to. When we entered I could see it was the most opulent bathroom I'd ever seen. There was a huge shower, a garden tub, a large vanity with a double sink and many cabinets for towels and other various and sundry things. He led me over toward the shower. He started to remove his robe and hung it on one of the hooks. I followed suit. He pushed some buttons and 41°C appeared in the readout. The water started to run out of all of the shower heads. There were a square of four shower heads the were on the ceiling, and three hand held ones on the sides. One part of the shower didn't have water blasting it and I assumed that was where you stood to soap up. There was a shelf with various shampoos and body washes along with poofs, loofahs and washcloths. He led me in by the hand and we were deluged by the perfect temperature water. He turned me around so he was behind me and he hugged me. He was 23 cm taller than I was so his rock hard cock was in the small of my back as his huge hands were palming my tits. I'd love for it to be a bit lower, wedged right between my ass cheeks. I'd never seen a dick that big in person, only on porn videos. Once we were soaked he moved us over to the part that wasn't under the shower heads. He squirted some shampoo onto his hands and started to lather up my hair. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the long supple fingers that massaged my hair all the way down to the scalp. That wasn't something I was used to, and it felt so sensual. Then he used one of the hand held shower wands to rinse me off. He grabbed some body wash and squirted some onto his hands, rubbing them together. Then he started rubbing the body wash onto my chest and working up a lather. Then he washed down my treasure trail to my rock hard erection. He squirted more body wash onto his hand and started to lather up my package. He ran his hand up and down my boner a couple of times, then he ran it down and held my foreskin retracted while he used his other hand to polish my knob. "We've got to get that nice and clean. I don't want any tiger shit getting into my mouth." He said with a chuckle. Then he gently pushed me against the wall and brought his hands up to my ass and washed both of my cheeks before getting to the valley. He got more body wash and vigorously ran his hand up and down my ass crack. Then he stopped with his big middle finger on my sphincter. It was already loose from getting fucked by the tiger cock. He slipped his middle finger into me like he owned me and started to rub my prostate. Meanwhile he reached back around my front and started to stroke my cock in time to his massaging of my prostate. I was on the verge of losing my load, and I didn't want to yet. I was relatively young, but even my recuperative powers were not unlimited. "Please stop! I'm gonna cum!" He pulled his finger out of my ass and then tightly gripped the base of my cock. "No you don't! I have better uses for that." Then he turned me around, hugged me and lifted me up so he could plant a standing liplock on me. His tongue forced it's way into my mouth, not that I gave any resistance. But he was royalty and he was used to taking whatever he wanted. I could feel his cock against me. It was huge and stiff and he was rubbing it against me. He was just the kind of Alpha guy that turned me on. I was just hoping I could handle a cock that big... "Now it's your turn to soap me up." He ordered. I copied him by first shampooing his hair. I had to reach way up to do it, but I knew there would be no way he would kneel down in front of a commoner. I finished and rinsed his hair. Now I was free to worship the body of my Master. I got some body wash on my hands and started on his shoulders. His trapezius muscles seemed to bulge half way up his neck and felt like steel cables. I ran my hands down to his pecs massaging them on my way down his treasure trail. I followed them down to the treasure. And what a treasure it was. I got down on my knees like a peasant should in front of his liege lord. I know that is a bit of an antiquated idea, but I sure felt it was appropriate. He made me feel like he was my superior, that I belonged on my knees before him. And that I should be more than grateful to be allowed to suck that massive almost ten inch uncut cock. And I wanted to more than anything ever in my life. His cock was all the way erect. Either he liked me or he just liked the idea of one of his subjects unashamedly kneeling in front of him ready to service his massive cock. All I could think of is how much of an honor it would be to swallow every last drop that was contained in those massive balls. The thought crossed my mind how if I did swallow it, he would be marking me as his. He gripped the back of my head and started guiding my mouth up and down his heavily veined uncut cock. On the upstroke I could see that he had his eyes closed. He was slowly starting to moan in time to my head being guided up and down his cock. Fortunately I had a more than average size mouth so even with his girth I was able to keep my teeth off his cock. Currently he wasn't shoving it down my throat so I was only working about the first four inches of his cock. "Oh Fuck Yeah!" He exclaimed as I reached up with my hand to fondle his large royal jewels. "I'm getting close... You're gonna swallow every drop..." Then he pulled my head all the way forward until my nose was buried in his pubes. Fortunately I didn't have much of a gag reflex because I now had six of those ten inches down my throat. I could feel his balls start to pull up and he grunted, "FUCK YEAH!" As the first spurt of his royal seed went directly down my throat. He immediately pulled back until his dick head was right in the middle of my tongue. He must have wanted to make sure I had to taste his load. It was a bit on the bitter side, probably from all the dominance pheromones he was emitting. His pubes seem to just be teeming with musk which was enhancing his dominance of the situation. I savored the taste of his cum on my tongue, not swallowing immediately. But after three large spurts I tried to start swallowing and I was hopelessly behind. Some managed to dribble out of the corner of my mouth, before I got it under control. He reached under his cock and ran a finger up his urethra making sure that he squeezed all of his cum into my mouth. Then he pulled my head off of of his cock and turned it up so I was looking up at him. He chuckled and said, "I told you you were supposed to swallow every drop." He ran his middle finger up the corner of my mouth, catching the errant drop of cum on it. Then he brought it to my mouth. I compliantly opened my mouth and when he inserted it into my mouth I sucked on it like I was also giving it a blow job. When he pulled his finger out I apologized, "I'm sorry Master. I was so busy trying to taste your essence that I got overwhelmed." I turned my eyes down in embarrassment. "I'll let it go this time." He said with a haughty grin. This story is a little bit of a departure from my normal fare and it would be great to get some feedback on what people feel about it. I have 12 years worth of writing up on SoFurry. I am one of the more popular writers on that site. You can find all of them at https://firefromheaven.sofurry.com/stories. These are my other stories that I have moved or I'm in the process of moving to Nifty. 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