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The wolf's tail wagged happily behind him. The prince of wolves leaned over the high balcony staring down at the courtyard of his father's castle. An idle armored guard stood here and there, most of them looking weary with all that fur and armor standing under the bright sun on such a hot morning. The large water fountain that adorned the castle's main entrance made small rainbows from the water it sprayed up. From high above, the prince waited with eagerness.

Finally, he could see them. The tall figure that was the tiger serving as the captain of his Royal Guard appeared from the castle's main entrance dragging another wolf by his scruff. Prince Dalton grew more excited. His tail wagged lightning fast behind him and he couldn't help but open a wide, toothy grin.

The tiger set the other wolf down. Prince Dalton could see the feline giving the wolf a few pats in the back, then they exchanged a few words he could not hear before the wolf bowed towards the tiger and scurried away. The prince's grin vanished. A deep, heavy frown came upon him watching the other wolf walk away. The tiger even gave him a small wave before going back inside the castle.

The wolf prince let out a growl of pure outrage. He turned around and in heavy, furious steps, crossed the large hallway that was his throne room. It wasn't as grand as his father's, but he had demanded one for himself. When he reached the large doors, he threw one open violently. Both guards and all the commoners and merchants waiting in line to speak with him looked at him in alarm.

"Tell Silas to come see me right away!" the prince hissed at them with unbridled fury. All the guard did was nod quickly before giving him a loud "Yes, sir!"

The wolf prince slammed the door in their faces and went back to sit on his cushioned throne. He folded his arms and continued to growl, alone in the large hall. He had to wait several minutes before a knock came to the door, to which he yelled a loud "Come in!".

He glared at the feline as he approached. Silas, the captain of his guard had light orange fur and the black stripes that adorned his back could almost be seen under his armor and uniform. The tiger's breastplate shone against the morning sun coming through the high windows, well-polished and bright, and the sword hanging from his belt looked large enough to cleave someone in two. None of those things was the most intimidating factor about him, though.

The wolf stood up when the tiger approached, but even in front of his throne, which was a few steps above the ground, he still just barely came eye to eye with the tiger. Dalton wasn't particularly tall, for a wolf, but the tiger? Captain Silas was at least two feet taller than him. The tiger's wide chest and ripe musculature only added to that. Must be easy to be a good soldier when you're freakishly big like that, the prince had thought the first time he saw him.

As always, Silas didn't say anything. The tiger merely approached, bowed his head in respect to his prince and waited. It made Dalton even more annoyed. He hated that military demeanor. Though his fury was still burning within him, the prince spoke in an angry but controlled tone.

"What did I ask you- no, order you to do?" the wolf asked, furious eyes still glaring at the large tiger.

Silas finally looked up at him. Same serious, neutral expression in his face.

"To throw the commoner out, my lord," the tiger said. His voice was rough. Gruff. It matched his size, but his tone remained calm and dutiful.

"And? I saw you! I specifically told you to throw him and his things into the fountain. Instead, you just let him walk away! Even gave him a little friendly goodbye wave. I saw everything. Are you perhaps too stupid to follow a simple set of orders?"

The wolf had a hard time keeping his voice controlled. It echoed through the large hall, but he didn't give a damn if they could hear him outside. Even better if they could, actually. Silas, however, just continued standing there. Head bowed, eyes on him, expression neutral, not a single sign of fear or regret. It only served to fuel prince Dalton's fury.

"His food would spoil in the water, my lord," the tiger finally said. Matter-of-factly. Dalton let out a loud snarl.

"Oh, yeah? So what?! The food was bad! That was the point!" The wolf stomped the ground with anger.

"He merely-" the tiger started speaking, but Dalton wouldn't hear him. He cut the tiger out.

"NO! He offered me food, it sucked, and he dared imply that I was wrong to not like it. I. Don't. Care! I gave you a DIRECT ORDER and you disobeyed me!"

The wolf was huffing with anger. He found himself breathing fast with a growl in his throat that just wouldn't fade. Yet, the large tiger still stood there. Perfectly still, ears up, tail low behind him. He didn't answer right away, so the prince took a deep breath. The tiger sure knew how to get on his nerves.

"...For how long have you been the captain of my personal guard, Silas?" The wolf's question was more controlled this time. He was still gritting his teeth and staring ice at the tiger, but he waited for an answer.

"Two and a half weeks, my lord." This time the tiger responded more promptly.

"Two and a half weeks," the wolf repeated. "Two and a half weeks and you still don't know how to follow simple orders." The lupine's fury started coming through his words again. "I don't care how many battlefield medals or combat merits you earned to get to this position. I don't care how many people or battles you fought. In here, you obey. My. COMMANDS. And that means every command! If you are too dumb to do that I will have my father put you in guard duty inside some food warehouse in the most remote part of the country where you will NEVER bother anyone else with your STUPIDITY again!"

By the time the wolf was done scolding the feline, he was panting. The prince was almost out of breath and huffing, yet the tiger still remained there. Head low, eyes low, serious expression. That same neutral, unaffected expression Dalton was starting to hate. The tiger didn't even say anything. Didn't ask for forgiveness, didn't grovel, didn't promise to do better or beg for his job. Nothing.

"Is that understood?" the wolf asked just to see if the tiger was really listening. Silas nodded right away.

"Yes, my lord," the tiger said in his same polite tone. The wolf turned around and gave his throne an angry kick. It broke a little piece of the adorned wood at the throne's foot but also hurt a little.

"You are the worst captain I have ever had! And that is including that DUMBASS wolf I caught sleeping on duty!" The wolf yelled again, and the tiger still looked unfazed. He decided to take a different course of action. The wolf sat back down on his throne and pointed at his feet.

"Come here," the wolf ordered. This time, Silas did look up at him. The tiger promptly took a few steps forward.

"HERE, you dumb cat," the wolf repeated, pointing to the spot right in front of him. The tiger came up the steps in front of the throne and stood right in front of him dutifully. From up close he could see just how large the tiger was. Sitting down, the canine only came up to the tiger's thighs, if that much. Silas still said nothing, just obeyed the prince.

"Get down on all fours," the wolf ordered, pointing at the floor again. This time, the tiger hesitated for a moment. The feline looked at him and, even though his face didn't actually show it, he was clearly confused by the odd request. Like a good soldier, he did as he was told, however, and got down on all fours in front of him.

"Sideways," the wolf growled, using a foot to push the tiger's shoulder to the side until Silas was on all fours with his side towards the throne. The wolf sat back on his throne, then brought both of his footpaws up and placed them directly on the tiger's lower back.

"Since you're obviously too dumb to do guard stuff, I've decided that you'll be my footrest for the rest of the morning. It's a lot more fitting of a job given your incompetence, isn't it?" As prince Dalton explained it, he continued to look at the tiger's eyes. He finally saw it. It was subtle, but there was a hint of a frown on the tiger's always perfect, neutral expression. Silas didn't say anything in response, as Dalton already expected, but the little frown was still there. It brought the wolf a great deal of satisfaction. Enough for him to smile and for his tail to start to wag again.

He adjusted his feet over the tiger's back, making sure he could feel their weight. The tiger remained there on all fours as he had ordered, not daring to move. The wolf's smile turned into a grin of pure satisfaction.

"Bring in the next one!" the wolf yelled, and immediately the door to the throne room was opened by one of his guards so that the next whiny commoner could come in and add his useless needs to the list of requests for the royal throne to deal with. Dalton saw the common-looking wolf stare at the large, armored tiger serving as his footrest with uncomfortable eyes, but the commoner didn't dare comment on it. The prince also swore he saw a hint of embarrassment in the tiger's eyes, which improved his mood greatly. He almost said yes to the petty little things that commoner wanted.

He kept the tiger down there all morning. Why not? It really did suit him and, if someone were to try and jump on him? The captain of his guard would be right there. Silas didn't complain. It annoyed the wolf just a little how the tiger just stood there with the wolf's feet on his back all morning. The prince made a point of keeping it weighty for the tiger to see if he would buckle under and, at one point, even used the tiger's uniform to wipe his feet a little. When Dalton finally let him get up and leave, the tiger still didn't even say anything. He could see it had bothered the large feline, though. Silas wasn't the dumb brick wall that he thought he was.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Dalton listened to some more peasants, then took a long bath in his inner pool and had a nap. The stout tiger's little frowning face stuck to his mind, though. It made the prince grin whenever he thought about it. Silas carried out his duties for the rest of that day as if it hadn't happened. Always following him around as he was supposed to and whatnot. Dalton knew it had bothered the feline, though.

It was two days later that the prince had an even better idea. He used some other random commoner as an excuse. The inn owner had come asking for funds to repair his bar after some guards had a fight there. Prince Dalton managed to not only refuse it, but also twist it around to demand that the commoner pay the taxes he already seemed to own. The peasant's outrage gave the prince an opportunity to have him removed. When he specifically ordered the large tiger to throw the commoner out and sink his head into the horse water out on the courtyard, he already expected the captain to disobey him. Sure enough, he didn't do it, which gave the excited prince ground to get something even better.

That morning, he had made the tiger stay in an air sitting position right in front of his throne. Seeing the large tiger squatting with his arms forward while fighting to keep a straight face was priceless. The prince then sat on the tiger's lap announcing that he would be his throne for the rest of the audiences. He got to see the large tiger's hint of a frown again. Using Silas as his throne had been pretty uncomfortable. The tiger's armored, muscular thighs weren't quite as good for his butt as the cushions of his real throne. Yet, the prince still wagged his tail against the tiger's abdomen when he felt Silas' legs start to tremble after an hour in that stressful position while sustaining his weight.

The tiger actually endured through the whole three hours, but prince Dalton saw the strain in the form of a weak little limp when he finally dismissed the feline, which had him downright laughing. All of that not to mention the looks on each commoner's face when they saw the prince using the large tiger as his throne.

With Silas as the captain of his guard, Dalton had found a new way to have fun. The tiger continued to be the same stout, quiet and dutiful guard he had always been. The prince had found that very weird and annoying at first, but now? Now he found it very amusing. No matter what he did or ordered the tiger to do, the large feline would just do it. Rarely did he ever even attempt to voice a complaint. Most of the time, Dalton could see the tiger striving to keep his face straight like a good little soldier, but when the prince tried hard enough he managed to draw an expression from Silas, which in turn he counted as a big win.

When he ordered the tiger to put a wet fish he had just bought at the market down his pants to 'keep it warm', he had gotten to see the tiger wincing. When the prince made Silas himself run to the other side of the city on foot to get him a special egg just so he could crack it over the kneeling tiger's head, he saw a hint of frustration. When Dalton commanded Silas himself to stand on guard in front of his room all night for two days in a row under the false pretence that there had been an assassin threat, he got to see the tiger faltering from exhaustion when he didn't relieve him through the third day either.

Every command the prince gave, the tiger was duty-bound to obey and, as dumb as it was, Silas really took it seriously. It amused Dalton to no end. He didn't remember the last time he had so much fun with one of his guards.

It had been three weeks since the first footrest event. Prince Dalton had been most creative in his ways to try and push the tiger, but he was starting to run out of ideas. It was a warm summer night and, even though it was pretty late, Dalton had made Silas stay with him rather than rotating his shift to another guard as he usually did. Laying on his oversized bed inside his room, Dalton had a new idea on how he could test the loyalty of the captain of his guard.

"Silas!" Dalton called from inside. It took only a second for his door to open and the tiger's head to poke through. The prince was wearing nothing but his red, silk bathrobes and he didn't bother to tie it together, which left his naked front side clear for all to see. Shamelessly, Dalton sat at the edge of his bed with his legs spread. The soft silk of his sheets felt good under his gray-furred balls. "Come in. Close the door."

The tiger did as he was ordered without a word. As usual. He stood at ready by the entrance, eyes away from the naked prince. It made Dalton smirk.

"Come closer," he ordered. The tiger obeyed. He took heavy, armored steps towards the prince's bed, but stopped a few feet away. Dalton's smirk grew.

"Your duty is to make sure I have every need sated, isn't that right?" Dalton's smirk grew into a grin as he spoke. His tone was nothing if not suggestive. His eyes fixated on the tiger, watching Silas' face all the time.

"Yes, my lord," the tiger responded. As always.

"Well, then. You see, I'm feeling a certain... need right now." The wolf still had absolutely no shame in bringing his paw down to take hold of his member. He trailed his fingers through the foreskin of his own uncut cock and felt it start to grow a little harder. He stroked it lightly, but kept watching the tiger's reaction. Prince Dalton got to see how Silas' eyes trailed down towards his exposed dick for just a fraction of a second, then shot straight back up to look at the wall instead of at the prince. He saw it. He saw discomfort in the tiger's face, which prompted him to open a toothy grin.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, sir," the tiger answered. His voice sounded a little uncertain. Dalton knew he had struck gold.

"You can't? And who do you think you are to tell me what you can or can't do?"

Dalton was having so much fun. He felt himself growing harder between his fingers. His cock reached its full length, but he kept stroking it.

"Come here. Get on your knees," the prince ordered. He pointed at the floor in front of him. His grin never faded from the sheer eagerness to see what the tiger was going to do.

"Your majesty, I can't-" Silas started with his neutral tone, but Dalton made a point of cut him off.

"Come. Here. Get on your knees, Silas! That's an order." The prince used his best angry, commanding tone. He hadn't really been planning on making the tiger suck him off, but he was having too fun. He saw uncertainty plain as day in the tiger's face. Hesitation. Then the prince's tail started brushing over his silk sheets as it wagged when Silas moved to get on his knees in front of him. The tiger was so tall and big that, even on his knees, he was still pretty much at eye level with the sitting wolf.

Dalton was also growing harder. Humiliating the tiger like that was having an effect on him he did not foresee. Seeing Silas' uncertainty, watching the tiger keep his eyes away from the wolf stroking his cock right in front of him... It was more than just fun. Dalton felt his stroking hand starting to get sticky as a drop of precum came from the tip of his rock hard cock. Perfect.

The wolf brought his sticky paw up. A tendril of precum had formed between two of his fingers.

"You see this? I want you to lick it." Dalton ordered. He could barely contain himself from yipping in glee for the thought of making the incredibly serious tiger do that.

Silas' eyes trailed down to his hand. There it was again! Disgust. He saw disgust in the large feline's face. A few seconds went by with the tiger looking at his hand and not answering. Dalton was about to order it one more time when Silas finally spoke.

"No."

The tiger's refusal had been straight and dry. Dalton's grin diminished just a little bit.

"Excuse me? You're doing it. You will lick my paw clean because that is an order." The wolf's tail didn't stop wagging. Now he wanted to see Silas' tongue trailed through his sticky hand more than anything. His cock remained hard between his legs, even if untouched.

"No," Silas repeated. The tiger moved to start getting up and turn away. At that moment, Dalton's expression darkened. Did the tiger really think he could just walk away from him? From the prince?

"You will lick this," Dalton said, standing up as well. Silas ignored him and started walking towards the door, which prompted a growl from the wolf. "Where do you think you're going? I gave you an order. You will lick my paw clean, then if I feel like it, I will make you lick it straight from my cock. Hell, I'll smear my cum all over my footpaw and make you lick it if I want to."

Silas didn't react. The tiger walked towards the door and was just about to open it. Dalton would not be ignored, though. With his robes still hanging on his sides and his cock still hard, he lunged towards the tiger and grabbed his arm with his clean hand. He pulled at it.

"Come back here! You will obey. You'll obey or I will go tell my father right now how much of a useless, disobedient kitty cat you are and he will have you discharged with dishonor!"

Though the wolf's strength definitely wasn't enough to keep the large tiger from leaving, his words apparently were. Silas had his hand on the door handle, but he froze. Slowly, the tiger let go of it. The wolf's smile returned to his face.

"Yeah, that's better. That's what I thought. You disobey me and the whole land is going to know you're a dishonored soldier. The best job you're going to get is cleaning a brothel's latrines." The wolf grinned seeing the tiger turn towards him. Silas' expression had darkened. The tiger had a big frown on, which had the wolf's grin returning in its full length. Looks like he had found another of the tiger's sore spots. Silas didn't say anything, though. Dalton didn't need him to.

"You know what? I changed my mind. Here." Prince Dalton had to reach up. He extended his arm and before Silas could even react, he smeared his precum-filled paw right on the tiger's muzzle. He saw disgust coming back to the tiger's expression right before he pulled away, then the prince could already see the short fur of the tiger's muzzle wet with the sticky stuff. He laughed.

"Yeah! That's a good look for you. Maybe I should make you keep it for the audiences tomorrow!" The wolf laughed. His cock was still hard. Harder, actually, from all the fun he was having. His paw went down to stroke it again and it took but seconds for more precum to appear, which he caught with his hand again. "You're still going to lick it, though. I want you to tell me how it tastes. Might take a few tries to make sure you get the righ-"

Dalton had just been raising his eyes towards the tiger when he saw it coming at him. The wolf didn't have time to react before the tiger's paw reached his face in a slap so strong that it had the wolf stumbling to the side and falling down on his butt. His muzzle started stinging. He brought his hand up to it, but it hurt! It felt bruised where it had been slapped. Dalton looked up at the tiger with a look of pure confusion for a moment, which quickly turned into rage. Into pure fury. Silas' frown was still there right upon his stupid, precum-smeared face, but his expression had hardened again.

"You- You hit me! You hit... me!" Dalton felt such outrage rising inside him. He started growling right away. How could he dare?! The wolf started standing up, snarling. The sting on his muzzle started to worsen.

"How dare you?! I will ruin you! I'll have my fa-" Just as the wolf started growling with all of his might, another slap came. Lightning fast, from the other side, and it had the wolf choking on his words as the hard hit took him completely unprepared for the second time. He stumbled to the other side but didn't fall. A loud whimper echoed through his room. This time, instead of growling, the wolf's ears instinctively shot down. His tail tucked itself between his legs and, when he looked up at the tiger, Dalton had fear starting to mix up with his outrage.

"You-!"

Dalton couldn't really finish his thoughts that time. When he looked at Silas, he saw that large hand coming at him again, but this time in the form of a punch. The wolf didn't even get to really feel it hitting his head because the tiger hit him in just the right spot to force his consciousness out of him. For prince Dalton, everything suddenly went black and all the thoughts of throwing the tiger into the deepest dungeon he could find for the rest of his life ceased when he passed out.

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The first thing the prince registered was a dull ache throbbing inside his head. Then, he realized he was cold.

"Hnngh..." The wolf groaned in discomfort. His muscles felt stiff and sore. It reminded him of the time he had fallen asleep on his throne after a night of too much partying and drinking. Prince Dalton slowly opened his eyes at first, but then they shot open.

The wolf tried to lift himself, but it took some level of grunting and squirming before he could properly sit up due to the fact that his hands were stuck behind his back. No, tied up! He could feel the sting of rope chafing against his wrists. His ankles were tied together in a similar fashion.

The wolf's mind was having a hard time processing everything. Panicking, the prince looked around. He was in a dark room. No... a basement? More like a cellar. Barrels and wine caskets were spread around the poorly lit place. It was rather small, dusty and crude. There wasn't even a proper floor down there. Prince Dalton groaned with distaste when he realized he was sitting in cool earth. The specks of it stuck to his pristine clean fur. They definitely did stick all over, because the next thing the prince noticed was that he was in fact completely naked.

"What in all the hells...!" Prince Dalton pressed his legs close together in an attempt to cover his modesty. His mind started putting the pieces together to finally come to the most logical conclusion: he had been kidnapped.

"HELP!" Dalton screamed. His eyes searched the room. There was a wooden staircase leading up and a very small, barred window at the top of one of the walls from which faint, orange-tinted rays of sunlight came through. "HELP!" The prince yelled again at the top of his lungs. His ears stayed perked up listening to any possible responses or presences, but nothing came. Nothing but silence.

"HELP! HEEELP!" The prince continued to shout as loud as he could. The canine yelled and yelled until he felt his throat start to get raw from all the effort. It was clear that there was no one around, or at least not anyone willing to help him. Prince Dalton ended up coughing and only just then realizing that he was thirsty. Hungry, too. The fearful wolf wanted to go back to his castle, snap his fingers and have a delicious, meat-filled dinner served to him alongside a jug of the coldest water. Dalton let out a whimper.

With some groaning and squirming, the wolf managed to worm his way to the nearest wall so that he could sit against it. He had to be smart. He was a prince! How could someone have done that to him? How did it happen? He tried to think back. His head still hurt a little, but he recalled the events of the last day, then the night. His room, Silas, the slapping...

The memory made Dalton let out a soft growl of outrage. Silas had slapped him! Talked back and disobeyed him. How did he end up kidnapped? Had the tiger simply up and left his post, leaving him vulnerable to kidnappers? Did he have something to do with it? The more prince Dalton thought about it, the more his hatred for the tiger bubbled up. He would have that oversized cat's balls flogged at the town's main square!

As time slowly ticked by, the wolf tried everything. He attempted to twist over himself to reach the rope around his ankles with his teeth, but that only resulted in angry frustration and discomfort. His claws didn't work on the rope around his wrists. They were short, blunt and trimmed because, obviously, he wasn't some kind of savage. The prince tried shouting for help several times, but he never heard more than the occasional sound of birds or insects outside, which led him to believe he was somewhere with a lot of green.

In the end, Dalton waited for hours. He watched the small rays of sunlight slowly trail upwards inside the dirty room, presumably as the sun began to set. He was starting to get afraid of how dark the place would be at night when he finally heard sounds. The wolf's ears shot up and Dalton went as far as holding his breath.

It sounded like a door opening, then closing. It was followed by the sound of heavy steps coming from above. Like heavy boots stepping on wood. The floor creaked above him. Someone was definitely in the house.

"HELP!" Dalton shouted right away. It could be his kidnapper or it could be someone else, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get out of that dreadful place. Talk to someone, get rid of those uncomfortable bounds. "HELP! HELP ME!" the prince continued to shout.

The wolf heard the steps getting closer and then finally the door at the top of the stairs opened. Prince Dalton's eyes followed the heavy feet as they made each wooden step creak under its weight. At first, all he could see was the shiny greaves enveloping the newcomer's lower legs just above his bare footpaws, but as the orange-colored fur and black stripes came to light, Dalton recognized him right away.

"Silas!" the wolf called out before the feline had even reached the bottom of the stairs. "Silas! Get me out of here! Help me!"

The tiger reached the cellar. He still wore the same clothes and adorned, shiny armor he wore every day as the captain of the prince's royal guard in the castle. As always, Silas' expression was neutral and downright unreadable. The tiger simply stood there for a moment, staring down at the wolf. Dalton's eager eyes slowly started to narrow. The wolf's growling returned. Silas didn't even have to say anything.

"You did this, didn't you? You fucking bastard. This is high treason! An affront against the royal family. A betrayal of the kingdom itself!" Though the prince's rage still burned, he couldn't help but let his ears fall back.

"You're supposed to protect me. It was your job. When I get out of here, you're done. Done. I'm going to make sure that whoever picked you for this job rots in the same sad dungeon cell you will!"

The tiger took a step forward. Sitting against the wall as he was, Dalton's ears couldn't help but lower given how he had to look up at the much, much taller tiger standing in front of him.

"I see the time I gave you to think has done nothing for you," the tiger said in a bit of grunt. Dalton's ears twitched. He had to take a moment to think about what the tiger meant. In the end, it just brought another growl from the wolf.

"Time to think? You kidnapped me! That's a crime! You're going to be locked up for pulling this on me!" The prince continued to growl, but he turned himself sideways as to expose his tied-up wrists towards the tiger. "Untie me! My arms are sore, my feet hurt and I'm hungry!"

Silas did no such thing, however. He didn't even move. The tiger just slowly shook his head and then, much to the wolf's surprise and confusion, started undoing taking the metal armbands of his armor off in a calm fashion.

"It's no use," the tiger said while before dropping the metal armbands on the ground. "You just don't learn. You will never be a man, let alone a king, until you learn." The tiger continued to calmly remove his armor by undoing the clasps that kept his breastplate together. Even Silas, as big and muscular as he was, grunted a little to lift the oversized breastplate and take it off. He set it down on the ground with a loud thump. Underneath it, the feline was wearing a simple plain white shirt that looked somewhat battered.

"What are you talking about? Learn what?"

"Humility," the tiger answered in a dry tone. He bent over to take off the heavy greaves protecting his legs.

"Have you gone completely mad? Why on earth would I need to learn humility? What does any of that have to do with you bringing me to this... this... this slum?" The wolf said the word slum meaning every letter of the word. His fur felt dirty after spending hours in that unkept place. In fact, he would consider himself lucky if he hadn't caught any fleas.

Silas, however, stopped what he was doing to glance up at him for a moment. "This 'slum' is my family's farmhouse. It has belonged to my namesake for generations." Dalton thought he might have caught a glimpse of that annoyance he used to fish for in Silas for the last weeks as he explained.

"Well good for you! Or not, considering how this place looks. I want to go back to the castle! I've never needed a bubble bath as badly as I need one right now. This little 'prank' of yours has run its course!" Dalton continued to growl. He used the most imposing and princely voice he could muster. Silas, however, finished taking off the last of his armor. The tiger looked rather different wearing nothing but commoner clothing. Dalton had never seen him without a set of armor and spear before. Even without them, the tiger's size and stature painted an intimidating picture. With his well-toned musculature that was quite visible due to the feline's naturally short fur and broad, defined chest and abdomen even Dalton had to admit the tiger was quite something. For a soldier, at least.

"I'm not taking you back," the tiger announced, dry and flat. Dalton made a point to show some teeth in response it.

"So you ARE kidnapping me! And you think you can get away with it? My father will turn the entire kingdom upside down looking for me!"

In response, Silas let out a little scoff of amusement. It might have been the first time Dalton heard the tiger do that.

"Indeed. We spent the whole day looking for you," Silas said opening a tiny smirk. It was also the first time Dalton had seen him do that. "I handled this whole area myself. Looked all over. Tomorrow we're going to try a different region. I don't think you'll be there, either."

Dalton's eyes narrowed. He felt a level of frustration growing inside him that he wasn't used to feeling. He would not be bested by some arrogant, oversized bully like Silas!

"Oh, yeah? Well, you think you can just what? Keep me here forever? Tomorrow while you're out I'm going to find a way to escape. I'm the prince. You're even dumber than you look if you think you can outsmart me!" To prove his disdain towards the tiger, Dalton spat down on the ground towards him. The glob of spit didn't reach the tiger's footpaws as he wanted it to, though.

"Perhaps," Silas said, still sounding calm. "You think you're so special. That is half the reason you are here in the first place," the tiger explained. He moved to kneel down in front of the wolf, which had the canine prince pressing his back harder against the wall. Even kneeling the wolf still had to look up to meet the large tiger's eyes, but he did so despite his downed ears and defensive position.

"Truth is, though, that you're just another wolf in a kingdom that is full of them. Your coat is just as gray, your teeth are just as white." The tiger's words by themselves were enough to cause Dalton's growl to grow in tone. He was of noble blood and the tiger knew it! Silas leaned forward and, with his clawed hand, took a handful of earth from the floorless ground beneath them.

"How dare you compare me to any other w-" Dalton started retorting, but he didn't get to finish his sentence. It was as if the world slowed down for a moment. Dalton got to see Silas' hand coming up, but by the time the gears inside the wolf's brain connected the dots that that hand was in a throwing motion, it was too late. Prince Dalton barely got enough time to close his eyes before the mass of dirt hit the wolf square in the face. His muzzle was still semi-open, which meant the prince got to taste little specks of dirt over his tongue just as he gasped in surprise over the action. He immediately started coughing those out. His arms forced against the bonds keeping them behind his back in a reflexive effort to bring them up to clean himself.

"What in all the HELLS!" Dalton complained. Some dirt got stuck to his fur and, no matter how much he coughed and spit, there were little specks he swore were still in there between his perfect teeth. Silas' expression remained as neutral as always. The tiger slowly gathered another handful of earth from the ground.

"A wolf in noble garb surrounded by his guard is a prince," Silas said in a matter-of-factly tone. "A wolf with dirty fur and simple clothes is a commoner. A commoner who claims to be a prince is a lunatic." Silas raised his hand, but this time Dalton caught it. The wolf whined, pressed himself hard against the wall, turned his muzzle away and closed his eyes expecting another handful of dirt to be thrown at his face, but the slightly cold earth hit him square in his bare chest this time. The wolf still let out a whimper even if it didn't hurt at all.

"Even if you do get away, which you won't, you won't get very far around these parts. In fact, you should definitely refrain from telling anyone you are Prince Dalton even if you did look the part." Silas cleaned his paws against one another as he explained everything. The tiger's neutral tone of voice was starting to annoy the wolf again, but at that point, it only added to the ocean of outrage already raging inside his chest. The wolf shook himself as best as he could in his bound position, but the thick gray fur of his chest indeed retained some of the dirt that had been thrown at him.

"I will have you flailed for this! I'll make you EAT all this dirt...!" Dalton continued to spit out and try to shake the dirt out. The tiger simply shook his head.

"I will teach you all the values your father failed to, prince Dalton." The tiger said that in a serious way. As if he was swearing some kind of oath. The wolf prince saw that and took the time out of spitting to audibly scoff at the tiger's audacity.

"Now you think you know better than the KING? We are royalty! I have all the important values, I know everything I need to know to be a king and they are things that a lowborn farm boy soldier like you could never even begin to grasp!" Dalton made another effort to spit and this time he was proud to see that it indeed reached the tiger's clawed footpaw. Silas looked down at it with a frown of disapproval that gave the prince even more pleasure.

"You might know things I don't, but you have to learn that you can't just step on your people to get what you want." The tiger's voice was still annoyingly calm. He didn't even try to wipe out the spit from his foot.

"Oh, please! The commoners work, we lead! That is how it has always been and that is how it will always be. Some people, like you, are born to be stepping stones and they just have to learn to deal with it!" The prince kept a defiant stare up towards the tiger. He managed to do it again. That small frown in the tiger's face that showed he had said the right words. What was that frown, anyway? If Dalton didn't know better it'd almost look like... disappointment?

Except, this time, the tiger didn't respond. Silas' hand lunged forward and, though Dalton tried to get away from it, bound as he was he stood no chance of avoiding the tiger's grab on the heavy scruff of fur behind his neck. Silas yanked him forward to force Dalton to be on his knees. The prince yelped and almost fell forward having his wrists and ankles bound together, but the tiger held him there. Silas leaned forward to speak closer to his ear.

"If you're too stubborn to understand what it means, then you'll just have to feel it in your skin," Silas said in his flat tone. As soon as he did, he tossed Dalton forward and, without any means to catch himself, the wolf hit the cold, soft earth of the basement face first. The prince yelped as he fell, then grunted with an equal measure of pain and disgust. He wasn't used to feeling dirty.

"I won't-HNGH!" Just as the wolf started complaining, he felt something pressing down right against his back. He glanced back to see Silas' bare paw keeping him down. Dalton still managed to snarl in outrage. "How dare you... Stop!"

The tiger all but ignored him, though. Silas tentatively pressed his foot down, applying some more pressure to the wolf's back. The large feline let out a satisfied grunt and then, much to the wolf's surprise, applied all of his weight down on him as he came upon the wolf by bringing his other foot down right on the wolf's bare rear, just beneath his tail. That caused the oversized tiger's full weight to be upon the smaller wolf. The tiger felt heavy. Incredibly Heavy.

The wolf's eyes went wide. Dalton tried to curse, but when he opened his muzzle only a small yelping wheeze came out. Silas balanced himself on the wiggling wolf's back, but with so much weight upon him, he could barely wiggle at all. All he could do was feel his back compress under the tiger's massive size. He definitely wasn't strong enough to handle that much mass. The amount of pressure pressing him against the ground was immense. The tiger adjusted his footpaws over Dalton's fur and loosely tested throwing his weight back and forth between them. Dalton, beneath him, could feel every shift. He wheezed again when he felt the tiger's heavy press upon his back, which made it a little more difficult to breathe, and then again when the tiger shifted his weight to his hips, which in turn caused the wolf to sink just a little bit further down in the earth with a lingering grunt.

"OW! Too- hngf... heavy!" Dalton managed to complain attempting to glance up at the tiger. Silas did look down at him, but the tiger's expression remained neutral. Prince Dalton had always known that Silas was big and heavy, but that was the first time he was noticing just how much. While the prince could boast a good 6 feet in height, which was fine for a grown, male wolf, Silas was so much taller. The tiger definitely reached at least 8 feet. Not only that, but while Dalton had a fair, lean frame weighing a regular 150 pounds, the tiger was a mass of muscles. From his arms to his legs, Silas could have picked Dalton up like it was nothing. Summed up with his height, the tiger must have weighed at least a good 320 pounds. And all of it was being felt by Dalton at that moment.

"Is it heavy, your majesty? Yes. Being stepped on is not pleasant." The tiger made the wolf groan beneath him again by shifting his weight again. Silas moved his foot over the wolf's read further down, so that he pressed on the back of the bound wolf's legs. Dalton felt the crushing weight being spread around him in a painful way.

"I was going to spread a little dirt around your fur and call it a day. I figure a few days without a shower will be enough to make you look like one of the commoners you look down on so much," the tiger continued. He spoke calmly. In a frustrating, slow pace. "But you had to give me an attitude. Your attitude is the whole the problem. When are you going to start seeing that?"

The tiger moved his other foot. He dragged it over the wolf's back, going a little lower at first, which made Dalton grunt and whine more, and then going higher to reach the middle of the wolf's shoulders. That pressed the prince's head further down against the dirt, which had him forcefully closing his eyes to avoid getting anything in them. He could feel the rough texture of the earth right against the side of his muzzle, but it was nothing compared to the crushing weight of the large tiger stepping on him.

Dalton found himself gasping for proper breath. Small specks of dirt got into his muzzle and even his nose, but he didn't care. He just needed some air, but Silas wasn't relenting. He opened one eye to look back at the tiger and found Silas still with the same light frown. Still looking down on him.

"These are hard lessons to learn, I know," the tiger said again. He moved his foot further up and Dalton got to see the sole of that footpaw coming right over his face. At least it lifted some weight up from his back, allowing him to breathe a little better. Dalton gasped and sucked in sweet air and, just before Silas' foot came down upon the side of his face, he still had time to let out a soft growl and a "NOO-" that was cut down.

The tiger put all of his weight down on both feet again. With both legs spread, one foot upon the wolf's sideways face and the other upon his rear, the tiger's weight was more spread, but it still felt crushing and overwhelming. Silas felt the bare sole of the tiger's foot right against his muzzle. It pressed it down against the earth mixing it with his drool, ingraining itself into his perfect, soft fur on one side and, on the other... The wolf's sensitive nose still trying to suck air in could smell every detail of the tiger's paw. Silas went as far as to lightly grind his sole right against the wolf's face, making him let out a drawn-out groan of pure disgust. It felt like forever for Dalton, but Silas soon pulled his foot back again to place it on the wolf's back one more time. It made breathing harder again, but at least his face was free.

Silas wasn't done, though. The tiger let out a grunt of... satisfaction? Dalton couldn't quite know. Then, he started moving his feet around. The tiger spun in place, feet coming down to step on the wolf again and again as he pretty much walked in place over the canine. Dalton grunted and growled each time the exceedingly heavy feet came down on him, but the weight was too overwhelming for him to properly speak. He tried, though. He tried to curse, to order the tiger to stop! But, sometimes breathing was harder, sometimes it just hurt and overall the experience was extremely daunting and humiliating for the wolf.

Silas finally decided to step out from the wolf. The tiger's last step was over his face again, which made the wolf let out one last whine before Silas' feet finally stepped down on the earth instead of him. The large guard just stood there, in front of him, watching him as he recovered. Dalton felt bruised. All of his back and rear ached from where the tiger had stepped on him. The wolf had sunk a good inch or two down into the earth as well with only his head lifted up so that it wouldn't be so pressed down against it. The wolf took some time to breathe at first and, when he had caught his breath, he started to try to move and wiggle to get turned around. His muscles felt sore as he did and, before he could manage to do it himself, he felt Silas' big hand coming to his scruff to help lift him up from the earth and upon his knees again.

The wolf's once pristine clean fur now looked completely different. His light gray tone was accentuated by tones of dirt and dust with small tangles here and there where specks of it remained. Dalton coughed when his face finally left the ground, spitting a little dirt out of his muzzle while some of it drooled down to the sides as well. It took several moments until he could finally bring himself to speak.

"How... how dare you... You- you overweight monster! That hurt! Do you have any idea how HEAVY you are?!" Prince Dalton's voice was weaker. He still felt so sore all over! The tiger gave him a disapproving look, to which the prince inadvertently lowered his ears.

"You should watch your tone," Silas warned. Dalton glared up daggers up at the tiger but did not dare to continue protesting like he wanted to. Instead, the wolf just looked away, sulked with anger and continued to cough and spit the last remnants of dirt.

The tiger stared at him for a while longer, then finally looked pleased that Dalton didn't intend to say anything else. He leaned forward to pick the wolf up by the scruff again so that he could pull him up. Dalton growled at first, but when he realized the tiger was pulling him up so that he could stand, he did so. The tiger nonchalantly kneeled down, grabbed a dagger Dalton didn't even know he had from a hidden compartment inside one of the pieces of his discarded armor and cut the keeping the wolf's ankles bound together. It felt so good to be able to spread his legs properly! Perhaps he also could...

Before the wolf could indulge in his possibilities of escaping, the tiger took hold of his scruff again and yanked him forward, which had the prince stumbling to keep himself on his feet.

"Ow!" Dalton complained with a growl, but Silas just gave him a harsh look.

"I'll show you around the house. Or would you rather just stay down here in the cellar the whole time?"

The wolf just grunted an agreement and made a point to sulk away again. Silas yanked him forward with him and forced him to walk in front of him up the crude flight of stairs.

"I'm still naked!" Dalton complained fully aware of his exposed soft member jutting between his legs.

"Doesn't matter," the tiger said in an unnerving, simple response.

Silas opened the door and dragged the prince into the house. It was all made of old wood: the floor, walls and ceiling, like some sort of cabin. Hand-built a few generations ago, as the tiger explained while pulling him around the house. The door out of the cellar led to a living room and kitchen. It had a table, a few chairs and an old-looking stove for making food or generating warmth. To the side and above the cellar there was a bedroom, but that too was small with little more than a very simple looking bed, one night stand with a candle on it and a wooden wardrobe that looked like it was about to fall apart.

When the tiger dragged him outside, Dalton's' anxiety over being naked grew. The sky was orange as the sun was just about to set in the horizon. Out in the open Dalton saw that Silas was right. He could see a small pathway leading uphill to what he imagined must lead to a road or trail at some point, but he couldn't see it from the cabin's door. By the side, a stable that was almost as big as the house itself held hay and a single unsaddled feral horse. Other than that, there was nothing. To one side, he could see fields where he guessed things must have been planted once, but they were now bare. There was no sign of other houses or any people at all that Dalton could see before the tiger dragged him back inside.

Silas let go of the wolf by throwing towards the living room's plain couch. It looked old, stained and made of simple cloth. As soon as he fell over it, Dalton immediately stood up again and brushed his fur off.

"I'm not gonna sit on this thing! It's probably full of fleas!" the prince objected. Silas ignored it and instead sat the large cushioned chair by the couch's side. It looked like it was in the same poor state as the couch's, perhaps worse, but it was also obviously made to accommodate someone of larger stature. The large tiger fit in it pretty well.

"Then stand," the tiger said without an ounce of worry. Silas pulled a sharp-looking knife and a piece of carved wood from the ground near the chair and started working on carving it further. Dalton growled instead.

"And? Your plan is to kidnap me, mistreat me and then leave me here in this sorry place you call a house?" The wolf was beyond himself with frustration. He couldn't even begin to grasp the tiger's flawed logic. Silas didn't even bother to look up at him from his woodworking.

"You'll stay here with me until you learn what you need to be a good king," the tiger explained in his monotone tone. It only infuriated the prince further.

"We already went over this! I am a prince, I will be a king and there's nothing kingly that someone like you can teach me!" Though Dalton was sure of his words, he still took a step back. His back still felt sore and bruised from the rough treatment the tiger had put him through the last time he fought against him. Silas still continued to simply carve his wood.

"If that's what you think, then you're not even close to learning what you need to learn." The tiger's statement was annoyingly final. Dalton stomped a foot down on the wooden floor once with frustration.

"Oh, yeah? And once I learn this magical lesson that a farmer will teach me you'll take me back to the castle?"

The tiger gave him a slow shrug in response, then finally nodded with a grumble. "Yes."

"The moment you take me back I'm going to accuse you of kidnapping and have you locked away in a dungeon for the rest of your life!" the wolf pointed out with a growl to show the tiger how ridiculous his false logic was.

Silas shrugged, then nodded again. "If that's what it takes for the kingdom to have a decent king, then that's what it'll be."

Dalton snarled at the feline. How idiotic could he possibly be? Stupid, dumb, downright mad. All of those insults crossed the frustrated wolf's head. Ultimately, he just wanted to go home. He was naked, dirty, tired and aching. There were a few moments of silence between them, on which Silas just continued focused on carving the piece of wood without paying any attention to him. The tiger's attitude was so incredibly infuriating! Dealing with it in the castle was one thing, but out there? Where the tiger thought he had all the control? It was the most frustrating thing Dalton had ever suffered through in his life. He wouldn't have it.

"Take me home." The wolf's words came through his snarling teeth. He kept his eyes on the tiger, glaring at him.

Silas ignored him.

"I said, take me home! Enough with this... this thing you're doing! You're the captain of my royal guard. You should obey my every order! I want to go home! I'll have my father punish you in every conceivable way we have ever punished anyone in this kingdom!"

The tiger continued to ignore him. Dalton couldn't take it anymore. He stomped up to the tiger and, with a growl, slapped the piece of wood away from the Silas' hand in one swift motion. It flew down to the ground and bounced up to the corner of the room.

This time, Silas looked up at him. The tiger showed him that stern expression. How could such a slight frown translate into so much anger? Dalton quieted down, ears folding back and growl fading even if his own frustrated frown didn't. He had the right of it!

"Pick that up," the tiger ordered in a stern voice, pointing at the piece of wood. Dalton stood still, but his hackles spiked up in fear.

"I want to go ho-" the wolf started with his protest, but the tiger cut him off.

"Pick that up." The order had a heavier tone to it. Dalton's ears fell back yet a little further down. The prince looked at the stupid piece of wood at the ground, then back at the tiger and then finally, still sulking, he stomped towards it, picked it up and approached the tiger again.

"Take me home," Dalton repeated one more time. He did his best to keep the authority in his voice, but even he could hear it trembling. It angered him. He wasn't afraid of that stupid tiger. He wasn't! Why did he feel like tucking his tail between his legs?

"This is your home now," Silas said. The tiger moved to stand up and, being as tall as he was, it only made Dalton feel even smaller. Silas' large paw came to take the piece of wood from the wolf's hand.

"This crappy excuse for a house will never be my home," the wolf forced himself to say. Silas' frown deepened ever so slightly. Then, the tiger's hand came up lightning fast to grab at his scruff again. Dalton whined and tried to pull away, but he couldn't break the tiger's hold.

"It's past time you learn that when you act up there will be consequences," the tiger said in a grunt. "Down on all fours," he ordered.

Dalton didn't want to obey, but Silas used his hold to push him down until he was forced to get down on his knees, then pulled at the wolf's fur until the pain made him put his arms down to obey and get on all fours.

"What are you doing? You can't do this! You can't hurt me!" Despite the wolf prince's complaints, Silas didn't even let go of his scruff. The large feline turned around and, before Dalton could even continue to protest, moved to sit down right over the wolf's back.

"UNGH!" Dalton's four limbs holding him up on all fours felt the weight all at once. His legs trembled and his arms almost gave up right away with the strength required to keep himself up tripling. The tiger's weight down on his back felt so overwhelmed that his first complaint came out as a wheezing gasp. The only reason why he forced himself to keep up with the weight was that he was afraid of feeling the tiger's mass collapsing over him if he fell.

Silas didn't make any move to stand up. The tiger simply adjusted his seat over the wolf's back with a grunt and then looked down at him.

"Don't you wish you had just stayed sitting on the couch quiet now?" the tiger asked down at the wolf. Dalton wanted to respond, but the effort to keep himself up with the tiger sitting on him was a little too overwhelming.

From the corner of his eye, Dalton saw Silas bring his wood and knife up and continue carving.

"It's... tt-too much!!" Dalton complained. His arms were starting to hurt, his knees as well. He felt like he could barely breathe properly with the oversized feline over his bare back.

"You can do it." The tiger was already focusing on his woodworking again. "Won't take more than an hour to finish this piece."

An HOUR?! Dalton tried to growl, but it came out as a weak gasp.

The wolf managed to hold himself up for about five more minutes before he collapsed. The fall was as bad as he thought. Silas didn't even bother catching himself, he just fell with his rear over the wolf's upper back with his crushing weight making Dalton wheeze and whimper beneath him. Worse yet, even sitting pretty much on the ground, the tiger still didn't even bother to look up from his woodworking. Dalton tried to claw his way out from under the large tiger, but the feline was just too big and heavy. He tried to voice his complaints of the deep discomfort he was in, but his voice often faltered and the tiger all but ignored each and every one of them.

It was less than an hour before the tiger finally deemed the wolf punished enough, but for Dalton, it might as well have been five of them.

That night, Silas put a white sheet that smelled old over the crude couch for the prince to sleep on. He had objected, but a stern look from the tiger quieted him down. His back still hurt and his body had never felt sorer. After Silas had gone to bed in the farm house's bedroom, Dalton went outside twice with the intention of running away. The tiger hadn't even left him bound or anything. On both times, however, the wolf had hesitated and ultimately decided against it when he saw the fields and forests in nothing but the pale moonlight. Dalton thought he would never be able to sleep in such crude conditions, but the wolf was so tired that after he laid down, as uncomfortable as the couch was compared to his king-sized bed, he fell asleep right away.

In the following days, Dalton found himself suffering more of the same. He was pretty quick to learn the tiger's routine. Silas would wake up before the sun had even come up. The prince would be awakened by the heavy tiger's stomping over the creaking wood. Silas would make a crude excuse of awful food for breakfast for both of them, put his armor on and then leave on the horse to attend his duties as the captain of the prince's royal guard. It almost sounded like a joke to the frustrated prince. On the first two days, Silas had left him bound again, first in the cellar like the first time, then in the living room's couch. On the third day, after much complaining and promising he would stay put, Silas had left Dalton free when he left.

The wolf, of course, made an attempt to escape right away. On broad daylight, Dalton found that he could brave the forests. He was the prince of wolves, after all! Since he hadn't been given any clothes, he used one of Silas' old shirts as cover by tying it around his waist and went out there to find his way back to the castle. It resulted in several hours of walking through empty fields and roads. The trail had led to a dirt road, which Dalton followed in the direction he judged the capital must be even if he had no idea. He walked and walked until his footpaws hurt and, by sunset, he still hadn't gotten anywhere. Hadn't seen anybody. He wondered if anyone would even believe that a dirty, ragged and semi-naked wolf was the prince. He was well aware that he looked more like a runaway slave.

That night, he was almost thankful when Silas arrived by horse to find him covering and shivering by the side of the road and take him back.

The life with the tiger was hard and rough. Dalton was bored through most of the day and, though Silas had mentioned that he would have him doing farm work soon, the wolf scoffed at the notion. He was a prince and he would never sink down to those levels. At night with Silas there he couldn't decide if things were better or worse. The tiger brought food and served as company, but Dalton couldn't think of anyone that would make a worst companion than Silas. Everything he did annoyed him and he barely ever talked. The wolf tried everything to try to get the tiger to take him back home. From threats of horrible punishments to promises of bribes and forgiveness. Nothing worked.

On the seventh day, as Dalton laid there on his uncomfortable couch at night, the wolf decided to take courage again. The runaway experience from before still weighted heavily on his mind, but after a particularly gruesome dinner with nothing but simple vegetables, he had had enough. That wasn't something a wolf should eat. If the tiger wanted that, good for him, but Dalton was going to get back to the castle and have his prime cooked steak. Sleep on his soft bed with feather pillows. Take a long bath and then go back to his kingly duties with all the servants he could want.

The wolf listened to make sure he could hear the tiger's light snoring from the room. In a house that small, that was pretty easy. Then, even naked as he was, Dalton did his best to avoid letting the wooden floor squeak too much as he snuck out of the house. The night outside was dark, but the moon was almost full providing plenty of light. Even with all of his fur, Dalton felt a chill. He was starting to get used to the lack of clothing, as humiliating as that was, but being outside with his dick swinging on the open between his legs still felt weird.

The wolf prince shrugged all of that off and made his way to the stables. He had spent quite some time thinking about this plan. The one thing the tiger did and he didn't was the very element that would allow him to escape. If everything went according to plan, Silas would wake up with a swarm of guards surrounding him and pointing spears at his neck. The thought pleased the wolf. Dalton pushed the stable doors open, and there he was. Silas' horse.

As he approached the steed and gave it a few pats, he realized the horse wasn't saddled. Dalton was used to riding, but the servants usually prepared the horse for him. He frowned but found the saddle nearby. When he put it over on the horse, however, there were a few too many straps.

"Even his saddles are bad," the wolf complained as he reached down to try to close them. "Stupid tiger. Stupid farm. Stupid horse, stupid saddle, stupid night..." The wolf kept muttering curses to himself as he attempted to close the saddle. He finally did it, even if two straps had been left undone because he couldn't figure out where they went. Dalton judged it to be enough, climbed up on the horse, took the reins and guided him out. He still didn't know which direction he should go, but he would find something. Someone. He would find his way and earn his freedom!

The wolf prince led the horse out of the stable, but as soon as he turned the corner to go by the house, he saw Silas standing there. His ears shot back down.

The tiger was leaning against the house on his shoulder. The first thing Dalton noticed, however, wasn't just the fact that the tiger was there. It was also the fact that Silas was as naked as he was. Dalton couldn't help but let his eyes trail downwards. He had seen the large tiger in full armor, in combat armor and even in those crude farmer clothes, but that was the first time he had seen the striped feline completely nude. Between his legs, his soft member hung right over two perfectly round furred orbs. The size, however, was what called his attention. Proportional to the tiger's height, his cock, even soft, hung right there with a girth that made Dalton blush.

Silas took a step forward and calmly took hold of the horse's reins. That snapped Dalton out of his surprising shock, which instead gave way to the crushing reality that his perfect escape plan had already failed. How had the tiger heard him?! Silas' expression, as always, was just the same plain neutral. The tiger didn't look surprised, angry or disappointed. It made Dalton frown. Perhaps he could have been faster. Perhaps if he had galloped away when he got the horse...

"You've earned yourself a good deal of punishment, prince," Silas said, which made Dalton's frown deeper. It even elicited a growl from him.

"You can't keep me in this hole forever! I'll get away eventually! If not tonight, then some other night!"

The tiger just shook his head. "Is that so?" With a single step forward, Silas let go of Dalton's reins and gave the horse one single, hard and unexpected slap on his rear. The horse immediately jumped forward, charging forwards, but the wolf didn't go with him.

Dalton's heart jumped when he felt the poorly tied straps of the saddle beneath him get loose. The horse ran forward, but the saddle and rider slid backwards and off the horse. The wolf prince let out a loud whine when gravity took hold of him, ready to hurl him towards the ground when, just as suddenly, two large arms took hold of him and stopped his fall.

With his heart still racing and the saddle on the floor, all Dalton could do was look up at Silas, who had caught him in his arms before he fell. The tiger's chest felt warm and, even if his expression was stern, Dalton got to look up at the tiger's eyes and notice just how green they were. The canine felt his ears lowering without him meaning to. Felt his face growing hot and his heart speed up instead of slowing down. He was naked. Silas was naked. The tiger was...

"You still have much to learn, Dalton. That's why you're staying here." Silas' tone was harsh. Direct. It made Dalton's ears fold yet a little further. The wolf looked away, sulking. The horse had galloped a little but had stopped near the grass a few yards away from them. Silas apparently decided to leave him there for the night because the tiger, still carrying the wolf, simply turned around and took him back inside the house.

Still in the large tiger's arms, the wolf felt even smaller than he usually did. He frowned, but when they walked past his couch and into the bedroom, he looked up at Silas again.

"What are you doing?"

With his couch left behind, the tiger stopped in front of the bed. Silas didn't answer him but instead dropped the canine over the mattress, making him let out a soft grunt. The bed, or maybe the whole room, smelled of Silas.

Dalton sat up right away, but when he looked up at the tiger he was faced with Silas' naked form again. The muscles perfectly defined by the feline's short fur. The orange coloring giving way to a lighter white around his large chest and stomach. The way that color trailed down all the way to his nether regions. Silas was a perfect example of a male.

"You're getting your punishment," the tiger finally explained. "Or maybe it won't actually be that much of a punishment."

Dalton forced his eyes to go up and blinked at him in confusion. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means..." Silas started, leaning forward to get on the bed with him, "that I've seen the way you look at me.". Dalton was forced to retreat towards the bed's head, but the whole wooden structure creaked and caved down a little with Silas' weight coming over it. Dalton was forced to press himself against the headboard to keep some space between him and the feline.

"And what is THAT supposed to mean?" Dalton felt his heart starting to race again.

"For many nights, I've stood beside your door," Silas started again, getting closer to the wolf. "I've stood there listening while you bedded servants, whores, even guards. Some of them were females, but most of them were males."

Dalton pressed himself harder against the headboard. The wolf narrowed his eyes. "So?"

"So, I've seen the lust in your eyes," Silas explained. He made it sound like those ludicrous implications were mere facts. "If you're going to continue being a brat, it's time you start at least repaying all the work I'm having in some way."

The tiger's large paw came forth. Dalton tried to get away from it, but he failed to keep it from taking hold of his scruff. The tiger, on his knees over the bed, pulled him forward and down until Dalton's muzzle was no more than an inch away from his hanging member and balls. The masculine smell of the tiger mixed with his musk hit the wolf's sensitive nose right away. It hit him so hard that he had to wrinkle his nose. Dalton immediately tried to pull out or turn away, but the tiger's firm hold kept him from doing so.

"Work?! You kidnapped me! W-what do you think you're doing?! Let go!" The prince demanded. His hands came up to the tiger's thighs, but no matter how much he tried to push to get away from them, Silas still didn't seem to have any trouble holding him still.

"I know you want this," the tiger said in his calm tone, "but your pride stays in the way. You cling to it and you can't let go. Learning that pride isn't everything is one of the lessons you are going to be taught here with me."

"I don't want this. You don't know what you're talking about! As if I'd ever want anything with a kidnapper like you!" Dalton growled and tried harder to pull away, but the tiger's grip on his fur just tightened with a bit of a twist that caused some measure of pain for the prince. He grunted and stopped his efforts right away. His nose, however, was almost touching the fur of the tiger's large hanging nuts.

"You do. It won't be tonight, but eventually, you'll admit it," Silas says in his ever so irritating and calm tone of voice. "Now, what were the words you used that night?"

"What words?" The prince growled, looking up at the feline and already starting to pant from the effort of struggling alone.

"'You see this? I want you to lick it'," Silas said, quoting what Dalton had said the night he had driven the tiger over the edge. Recognition of those words sparked in Dalton's eyes, which caused his ears to fall back.

"You can't do this," the wolf said again with his voice faltering.

"I can and I will. You've been nothing but a brat since you arrived," Silas explained still in a way too calm manner. "I know you didn't want to be here in the first place, but it's about time you see that life isn't always just about the things you want, prince Dalton."

As he said that, the tiger's hand started pushing the wolf's head forward. Dalton immediately fought back against it, grunting, but Silas was stronger than him in every account.

"Hnngh!" Dalton groaned and closed his eyes as the tiger slowly forced his nose to touch his musky balls, then kept pressing forward so that it'd sink down into the fur a little. The wolf tried holding his breath at first, but after the first initial seconds, he couldn't help it. He opened his muzzle to breathe through it, but his oversensitive canine nose took a whiff of the tiger's musk at the same time. Dalton felt his eyes start to water, but he couldn't tell if it was because of the strong scent of because of the strong feeling of humiliation burning inside him. Something he had seldom ever felt before in his life. His face felt red hot.

"Lick and I will let you go. Then, we can move on. I promise that if you behave I will make sure you enjoy this." Silas said from above. "And don't even think about using your teeth, prince. I have de-fanged animals before and even if you do become king, I know you won't really need them."

Dalton's fearful eyes glanced up. Silas' stare made his ears fall further down. The tiger looked like he meant it.

Begrudgingly, the wolf did the only thing that would get him out of that situation. He forced his tongue out of his muzzle, closed his eyes and licked the tiger's balls.

The grip on his fur softened right away, but the hand remained there to keep him from pulling back. Silas let out a single grunt in response, but Dalton could tell it was a grunt of approval. The taste wasn't as bad as he thought it'd be...

Dalton licked again. He licked again and again while feeling the embarrassment of what he was doing weighing on his mind. Worse yet, he got to see it as right beside his muzzle the tiger's initially limp cock started to slowly grow and harden. Dalton had done plenty of things with men and he had even licked a neck or two in hot affection, but it has always been for his own sake. Most of the time it was them licking him while he laid there and told them what to do.

As the wolf continued to lap at the tiger's nuts, he couldn't help but glance up at the tiger's chest and abdomen again. So much... muscle. He continued licking slowly, at his own pace, slathering the tiger's balls with his canine saliva. The tiger's member continued to grow until it was hard enough to stand above his head. The size was... something else. It took all of Dalton's attention. Even as he licked, he continued to stare up at the tiger's member. The wolf's inner appreciation of the male body made him direct his licking up without even noticing. He lapped at the tiger's balls, then started brushing his tongue against the base of the feline's cock...

"Good boy," Silas said in praise from above. His grip on his fur had loosened considerably up to the point where the hand was resting there instead of actively keeping his head against it, but Dalton hadn't noticed it until now. The demeaning praise, the same one Dalton himself usually gave to the whores that were doing a good job on his dick, took the wolf's attention away from the tiger's body and back to the matter at hand. He was a prince. His place was sitting in a throne, not liking some guard's balls!

Dalton immediately pulled away. Silas let him this time, perhaps because the movement was sudden. The wolf prince growled at the tiger while feeling his face burning even hotter than before. Even with both of them on their knees over the bed, Dalton still had to look up to face the large tiger.

"I'm not your servant and I'm certainly not here to please you," Dalton stated amidst his growling. Silas simply stared at him for a moment.

"Is that so? And you're still going to deny that you want this?"

At first, Dalton was just plain confused by the tiger's words. Silas noticed that and then, with a single claws finger, pointed downwards. Dalton had to follow his pointing to look down at his own crotch and only then realize that, amidst the myriad of feelings bubbling inside of him, he had failed to notice that of arousal.

The wolf's hands shot down to cover his own cock standing hard between his legs.

"It's not like that! I am not enjoying any of this! It's disgusting!" The prince quickly said to rectify his position. Embarrassment rose within him again, making him press his dick hard against his thigh. Why was it hard? Why wasn't it going down?

The tiger shook his head. "We're only just starting with your punishment, prince. It'll all be easier on you if you at least let yourself enjoy it as well."

Dalton growled at Silas again. He hated how Silas just sounded like he knew everything! The tiger's hand came up to his head again, but this time Dalton was ready for it. He pulled away and slapped it.

"No! I won't go anywhere near you! I'm not gonna lick anything!"

Silas' hand did stop when he slapped it away. Dalton saw, however, that subtle but very present frown fall over the tiger's face. Silas let out a small sigh.

"When you whine about this later, remember that it was your choice to do it like this."

Dalton's growling only intensified. "And what's that supposed to- hey! No!"

The wolf jumped back, fighting to get away from Silas' hand as the tiger advanced upon him again. He had to use them both to keep the tiger's paw away from his scruff, but Silas had little trouble using the other one to subdue him. Dalton wrestled as best as he could, but he couldn't keep Silas from grabbing his neck. The tiger pulled him forward with such strength that the wolf fell down on his chest over the bed, then he felt everything spinning as the tiger spun him around by grabbing his shoulder. Dalton immediately tried to get up, but Silas' large paw came to press down on his chest and keep him down, lying on his back over the bed.

The wolf looked up at the tiger growling. With both hands, he tried to pry Silas' hand away, but it was hopeless. Silas didn't even look like he was making much of an effort, whereas Dalton himself was already panting from all the fighting and struggling.

"We're doing this the hard way as a consequence of your actions, prince." Silas' explanation was as neutral as always, which prompted more growling from the wolf. Still keeping him pressed down against the bed, the large tiger manoeuvred himself above the wolf so that he could get down on all fours in an inverted position opposite to the lying canine. That meant that Dalton got to see Silas' hanging balls, still wet with his own saliva, and rock hard length hovering right above his face.

The faint scent of musk came to his nose again and, though he was still grunting and trying to pry Silas' paw holding him down away, he had to stop it for a moment to look at it again. Compared to his own cock, Silas' was... so much more. The way the orange fur at the base took a lighter color. The way the foreskin, riddled with little veins, went all the way up until just a little bit of the more sensitive cockhead could be seen underneath it. Dalton noticed that it hadn't softened, not even a bit. He also happened to notice that his cock hadn't softened either despite all the effort and struggling. That bothered him. Why was he still feeling the itch of arousal in his loins?

The wolf's out of place appreciation for the tiger's length got cut out when he saw Silas spreading his legs wider. Which meant that cock, so large and perfect, came down to touch his nose. Then the tiger shifted backwards, which had it rubbing against his nose right as Dalton turned his muzzle away.

"Look up," Silas instructed from above. "Need to get you properly lined up."

Dalton's ears twitched. He growled. He didn't know what that meant, but he wasn't going to obey.

"What? Why? No! Let me go! Take your disgusting dick away from me!"

That prompted a little more struggling from the wolf. An annoyed grunt came from above, followed by the tiger's other paw. With one still pressing down on the wolf's chest, the second one came to handle his muzzle. Dalton growled, but the tiger simply took hold of his face and forced him to look up. Then, Silas used two fingers to pry into Dalton's muzzle and force it open.

"Open wide. Remember, no biting if you want to keep your teeth." Silas still sounded calm despite what he was saying.

"Whhat arr youu doin'?!" Dalton's own hands were just about to give up on prying the tiger's hand at his chest away to instead take those fingers out of his muzzle. Lying on his back and forced to look up, Dalton's world was upside down. He got to see Silas shifting further back, then spreading his legs even more so that his hard, long cock could aim downwards. Dalton's hand reached Silas' holding his muzzle open, but only then did he notice what the tiger was doing. And then his eyes went wide and it was too late.

Silas was gentle. He pressed his cock forward and, though he was prying Dalton's muzzle wide, the wolf still felt the cock tip and foreskin touching both his tongue and the top of his muzzle. He was forced to open it a little wider himself given how the cock was already invading it. The wolf attempted to turn his muzzle away, but Silas held him still. Slowly, he sunk his cock further and further into the wolf's muzzle. Dalton felt it go in and keep going until it touched the back of his throat. The wolf, completely new to sucking another man's cock, gagged right away. That was when Silas stopped. He didn't pull his cock back, which meant it continued to stay there and touch the back of the wolf's throat in an uncomfortable way, but he didn't continue pushing it forward either. Even if a considerable part of his large length was still outside.

"Hghhff! Phhl bbhjkc!" Dalton said. Part of him wanted to bite down on that cock. He could taste the musk, but he could barely move his tongue because Silas' large tool took all the space inside his muzzle, hard-pressing his tongue down. The first seconds of gagging were awful. Dalton felt like he could barely breathe and his eyes watered so much that he blinked little tears.

"Take it easy. You can do it. You'll get used to it. Just breathe." Silas instructed from above him. Dalton hated him so much at that moment, but having a hard time, he tried to steady himself. He found that breathing was harder, but he could do it through his nose even with the cock lodged there. The seconds stretched themselves into minutes with them like that. The wolf lying on his back under the tiger and the tiger's cock sunk into his muzzle. Dalton slowly managed to get used to it. Or, at least, as used as it was possible to get. He calmed down enough to start feeling the humiliation of the situation again, which prompted him to place his hands against the tiger's abdomen right above his head to attempt to push him off. The feline didn't even budge, of course, and Dalton still found himself impressed by how rigid those muscles were. A bit of a blush colored the wolf's muzzle, which he was glad Silas would never see.

"That's a good boy," Silas praised from above, enraging Dalton further. Before he could do anything about it, though, he felt that cock moving again. Further in. It touched more of his throat, which made the wolf gag again, albeit not as hard as before. This time, Silas didn't stop. Dalton finally understood what the tiger had meant by lining up. Looking upward the way he was, the tiger's length had just the right angle to slip right into his throat. Dalton felt salty precum coming to the base of his tongue at the same time as Silas let out a soft groan above him. That cock continued to move further down, sinking its last little inches into the wolf's throat. All Dalton could do was push against Silas' stomach in a helpless attempt to signal him to stop while he saw the tiger's balls approaching him slowly.

The tiger's cock going into his throat was the weirdest feeling he had ever felt. Was this how the servants felt when he made them deepthroat him? It didn't hurt, but at the same time, it felt... invasive. Silas continued forward until the tiger's furry balls were pressed right against the wolf's nose, which meant he had hilted. Another groan of pleasure came from above.

"Calm down. You did a good job, taking it all in. Give me just a moment to enjoy it," Silas instructed from above. The worst part about taking the whole of Silas' cock? With it inside his throat, Dalton quickly found that he couldn't quite breath. He tried to inhale and, even if it meant doing it right against the tiger's balls, there was still not enough room for the amount of air he needed. Five seconds without breathing. Ten seconds. Dalton started to panic. He pushed and pounded against the tiger's abdomen, but Silas just ignored it all. Fifteen seconds...

And then, finally, Silas pulled back. He didn't pull his cock all the way out, but he pulled out enough to the point where it was just teasing the entrance of his throat. Dalton immediately gasped and sucked in sweet air from both his nose and mouth not caring about the heavy musk that came along with it. He just needed to breathe.

"Good job. Even after all of that, you're still going to deny that you're enjoying this?"

Silas' question made no sense. He had almost been choked to death by a cock! How would he-

Without meaning to, Dalton moaned. The moan came out slightly muffled by the cock still lodged inside his muzzle, but the reason he moaned was that the tiger's paw holding his muzzle open had finally left it without him even noticing it. Instead, Dalton felt Silas giving the wolf's rock hard cock a single stroke. Dalton could feel it throb, then he felt the heavy droplet of precum that came to the tip after that single stroke. The tiger's large paw didn't stop there, but instead pulled Dalton's own foreskin back and used a thumb to tease the wolf's cockhead. That elicited another unwilling moan from Dalton below him.

"You see? When you do well, you get rewarded," Silas said above him. It made the fire of embarrassment spark inside Dalton again. He hated the fact that he was on the bottom. He hated the fact that he was hard over it. And the tiger was... was taking advantage of that!

"Nhhn!" Dalton said from below. He pounded at the tiger's abdomen above him again and attempted to pull back from Silas' cock. He almost did it, but the tiger shoved himself forward before he could pull out entirely and sunk his cock into his muzzle again. He heard a grunt from above.

"Still haven't learned, I see," Silas just said. "It's alright, prince. We have plenty of time to teach you. Until then..."

Dalton expected Silas to just shove his cock deeper in again. He was already moving to try to squirm away. What he didn't expect was feeling the large tiger coming to crash down on him. Silas no longer used any of his paws to support him and with his knees widespread, there was no support coming from them either. Dalton's own paws against the tiger's abdomen were suddenly pressed against his own chest as the tiger let his weight come down on him.

Dalton gasped through the cock still in his maw. His chin, his chest, his waist, all of them felt the full weight of Silas' size. He could feel himself sinking down on the soft mattress, but that did little to alleviate the pressure suddenly coming down on his chest and ribs.

"HNNGH!" The wolf grumbled from below, feeling crushed by the tiger's weight. Silas made no move to support himself, though, simply continuing to lie over the wolf with his cock resting in his maw.

"No use in whining now. You chose this." Silas spoke, let out a little grunt, then readjusted himself over the wolf. He put an arm over the wolf's legs that were just starting to kick in an effort to get out, then readjusted and balanced his weight over the canine. Given his size, Silas' large chest and stomach would have been right over Dalton's crotch, but the tiger laid a little to the side so that it was still exposed and out in the open. Each little shift was felt by Dalton beneath him. Breathing had been hard before, but now with the tiger's weight crushing down on him and that cock still taking most of his muzzle, each breath was a little wheeze of him trying to suck in enough air from his nose.

"You could've enjoyed this. We could've had a nice moment together, but you had to cling to your pride," the tiger grumbled. "You'll learn that there is no place for pride out here. I'm going to be crushing your sense of dignity until you learn to be humble. Literally."

There was another small shift in the weight. Dalton could feel Silas' hard muscles and soft fur pressing down on him. The weight was almost unbearable! The wolf let out a little whine from below amidst his wheezing.

"Don't worry. We'll get on with it. I did tell you this was punishment, though. Next time you'll think twice before trying to steal my horse and run away."

That was the last thing Silas said to him. Dalton had no way of proper responding. He was glad that he felt at least a little bit of Silas' weight coming off of him as the tiger straightened up his knees just a little. Enough so that, even lying over the canine, the tiger could pull his hips back... and then thrust them deeper into the wolf's maw again.

The tiger's cock didn't go as deep as the first time, but Dalton still groaned below the tiger's massive body as he felt the dripping tip of the tiger's member threaten to get into his throat again. Silas didn't answer this time, though. He simply repeated the motion, again and again, until Dalton realized he was fucking his muzzle. Grinding his cock against his tongue, using it as if it was some kind of fuckable toy.

All Dalton could do was take it. Still trying to handle the tiger's crushing weight, he also had to stand for the feline fucking his muzzle. The salty drops of precum became more constant against his tongue until it felt sticky inside and was all he could taste. Sometimes Silas would hump a little deeper, sometimes he would retreat a little more so that he had a bit of an easier time. Breathing by itself was a challenge. Not only did he have to do it through the tiger's weight, but he also had to time his air intake with the tiger's humping in order to manage to just breathe altogether. It resulted in a lot of awkward wheezing and hard inhaling, all of which came accompanied by the tiger's masculine musk as well.

It was so hard to cope with it, that Dalton finally felt his own cock starting to grow soft. When he did, however, was when he felt Silas' paw returning to it. A light stroke started and, though Silas had said he would get no enjoyment of his punishment, the tiger didn't explain why he was doing it nor Dalton was in any position to be able to ask. The stroking kept the wolf's cock hard even through the harsh treatment which, in turn, only made him feel even more humiliated over the position he had been forced into. In his head, he should be soft. He couldn't hate what the tiger was doing to him any more than he did! And yet, he wasn't. The light stroking helped keep him hard when it was harder to breathe, but that didn't change the fact that his cock also kept dripping a steady flow of precum to keep the tiger's stroking wet and slippery.

They continued like that. Silas fucking his muzzle from above and the wolf forced to take it while having his own cock stroked. His chest was heaving beneath the tiger with Dalton always feeling short of breath. The weight had him hard cramped tight and sunk down into the mattress. The fucking had him letting drool run out of his upside down muzzle and down over the bed. It seemed like it was never going to end for the wolf, but when he suddenly felt the stroking on his cock stopping, he knew something had changed. The fucking on his muzzle started getting rougher. Faster. The tiger's cock sunk in a little deeper, making him wheeze and try harder to suck in a breath. Luckily, it didn't last long. The groan that came from Silas above him was the most vociferous and intense display of emotion he had ever heard from the tiger.

Dalton realized what it meant when he felt that large cock throbbing inside his muzzle. It pulsed once, twice, and then just as it pulled slightly back, the first large glob of cum erupted from the tip. The prince felt the warm, sticky fluid filling up his muzzle and assaulting his taste buds. Silas shoved his cock further in after the first heavy jet of cum, which caused the second, third and forth to come down almost straight into Dalton's muzzle. The wolf didn't mean to, but his throat contracted and in pure reflex, he found himself swallowing the tiger's cum with some difficulty.

Dalton could feel everything. He felt as Silas' hard muscles tensed up when his orgasm hit him and, as the large cock sunk into his maw continued to dribble cum, he also felt when the large feline relaxed above him. The relaxation had Silas' knee support giving in, which meant the weight bearing over the wolf felt even more pressing. A groan that was a mix of pain and disgust came from the wolf below, but the tiger ignored it. As his cock pulsed the last remnants of cum right into his muzzle, Dalton felt some of it drooling out just as his saliva did, while most of it remained inside coating his muzzle with tiger spunk. It was the first time the wolf had tasted another man's semen.

After all of that, even with the pain and soreness, Dalton was feeling because of the overbearing weight over him. Even with the disgusting taste of tiger cum lingering in his muzzle and throat. Even still having trouble breathing properly, the worst part of all of it for the prince was that Dalton still felt his cock rock hard. He felt arousal burning within him alongside the shame and humiliation of his position. He couldn't understand it, but as much as he hated the tiger, having his body there keeping him down and in check still kept the wolf hard and wanting to touch himself, even if his arms were too hard-pressed against his own chest to be able to move.

As if he could read his mind, Dalton suddenly felt the tiger's hand returning to his length. Another light stroke, which made him groan with unwanted pleasure. He wanted the tiger to get out. He wanted relief from all that weight and water to rinse his mouth. ...Didn't he? When the tiger's stroking started going a little faster, he wasn't sure if there wasn't something else he wanted first.

"I know I said this was going to be all punishment and no enjoyment," Silas grumbled from above him. The tiger made no move to remove his weight from over the wolf, but instead made use of his inability to move to continue stroking his cock. "But you did such a good job that I do think you deserve the reward."

Dalton knew what he meant. He didn't want that reward, the wolf told himself in his head, but his body said otherwise. How could he be so aroused after something like that? How?! Yet, as the tiger continued to stroke his cock faster and faster, Dalton found that fighting against it was useless.

As the wolf approached his own climax, he found himself giving in to it. No matter how much he tried to deny it or how mortifying the thought of cumming for Silas like that was, the arousal spoke louder. With Silas' softening cock still resting inside his muzzle, Dalton let out a muffled howl from beneath him when he himself reached his orgasm. Dalton felt his own cum going up and falling down over his own crotch and length. The tiger also continued to stroke him. It was a unique experience to cum while under the large tiger's weight. His muscles tried to contract and relax, but the difficulty to breathe and the tiger's massive weight made him feel stiff and sore at the same time. Through his orgasm, those fingers continued to pump out the pleasure and cum out of the wolf until his overpowering orgasm starting to become just a dribble.

When Dalton's orgasm was over and he felt Silas using his fluffy tail as a towel to wipe off the cum in his fingers on, that's when the prince felt the full weight of his actions. It felt almost as crushing as the literal weight of the tiger lying above him. He was the prince and future king and he had just been fucked in the muzzle by a guard. And cummed to it himself.

"I hope this is the first step towards your journey to learn that the world doesn't revolve around you, prince Dalton," Silas said. Dalton felt the tiger shifting around above him and felt eager to finally get all that weight off of him. He felt the weight lifting up, which prompted a grunt from him. Feeling his chest and ribs free of it felt like a huge relief. The tiger pulled his now soft cock out of his muzzle, letting him breathe properly through it as well. The relief was very short-lived, though, because after repositioning himself, Silas' weight came crashing down on Dalton again, prompting a whole new prolonged grunt of pain from the canine.

"Whht arre yu doinn?!" Dalton asked from below. The tiger's new position had more of him over the wolf. The tiger's chest and stomach were now pressing the wolf's semi-hard length hard against his stomach. Silas had shifted upwards a little, which left his soft cock pressed against Dalton's neck, but it also left the wolf's upturned muzzle right under his heavy sack, which rested right over his chin. It left only the wolf's black nose sticking out from below the tiger's balls and still hard-pressed against the bed.

"I have to make sure you're not going to try to escape again," Silas explained. Dalton panicked when he felt a pillow being brought over his legs so that the tiger could lay his head on it. Immediately, Dalton started to try and struggle, but the wolf could barely move a single muscle under the tiger's weight. As Silas relaxed above him, the full mass of his body rested over Dalton's bruised self. Breathing was still as hard as it was before. Though he could inhale from below the tiger's balls just fine, his whole chest and back felt compressed by the tiger and the mattress below him.

"Gtt offh!!" Dalton tried to speak from below, but the tiger's weight still encompassed his muzzle as well, so he couldn't even open it. "GGHT. OFFH!"

It was no use. At first, Dalton thought Silas was just ignoring him, but soon enough he started hearing the large tiger's snoring coming from above him. Dalton continued to try to move until he tired himself off and, despite all of his efforts, Silas' snoring didn't even stop. He tried more calling, more struggling, more pleading, but none of it worked.

In the end, prince Dalton had no choice but to resign. He continued to focus on breathing from under the tiger's balls and realized he was in for a long a night.