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The last time he went he was much younger, two years ago when he was six. But he remembered the crowds, the markets and rows of tall buildings fondly. And now, two years later, he had a great day with his family by all means - they went on this big thing called a ferris wheel and he saw the country for miles, the rivers leading out to the sea. They had eaten incredibly well, and visited a shopping mall the size of his village! It was all so much that when his parents went to sleep in the motel on the outskirts of the metropolis, he wanted more. Far after mom and dad were asleep, the little water buffalo snuck quietly out of bed and walked out of the room, into the muggy and hot night air.\n\nHe wouldn’t make it a block before two large silhouettes would approach him - one from the front and one from behind. He was too innocent to know they were no good, and he wasn’t able to get a word out as a black cloth bag was shoved over his head, stubby growing horns swallowed into the darkness. He was lifted up with ease, and his struggling was useless against the much stronger, bigger hands. Cuong figured he was in some sort of van as big paws manhandled his frame. Being a water buffalo he was naturally a little on the hefty side, and the shirts he wore always clung tight to him. He heard his green t-shirt get torn off of him with the swipe of a claw and a pull. At the same time someone jerked his shorts and underwear down, revealing his full body to everyone in the van.\n\n“Well? Is he ripe?” A deep voice bellows from the front of the van. He whimpered loudly, not knowing what to do. A hand held his own paws together tightly, and he couldn’t see anything. What could he do but start to yell?\n\n“Hey, hey. Don’t scream. Shhhhhh…” This voice was higher, more…wiry. Someone was touching his private parts. No one was supposed to do that, mommy said.\n\n“Mmmpphh! Mama!” He didn’t care what the bad men said, he wanted to be safe in that motel room with his parents.\n\n“Ah fuck, just start driving.” He hears an engine rev to life.\n\n“He’s good! Definitely hanging, and big too…”\n\n“Wow, you weren’t kidding. This boy’s got some real hangers…” The men held him in place and he feels fingers running through every part of his body. He’s scared they’re going to hurt him.\n\n“Here, make sure he can’t move. Or scream.” He’s roughly forced to sit up, his hands placed behind his back and tied. He kicks his little legs around and tries to yell, but something is pressed into his muzzle through the black cloth, pressing it uncomfortably against his face. His captors had tied a piece of rope around the back of his head, making sure he couldn’t call for help. At the same time a length of rope is tied very tightly around his ankles and knees.\n\nIn absolute fear, Cuong can’t do anything other than rely on instinct and nerves, and all those tell him to do is piss himself.\n\n“Aahh, I knew this would happen. Well kid, we’ll clean you up when you get to the penthouse.”\n\n“Stop whinin’, you’ll probably forget about home in a month. Those other calves all did, hehe…”Cuong wished he had never stepped foot outside. He just wanted to be back in the village.\n\n—---------------------\n\n“The prince needs you, Ox.”\n\n\tHe nodded excitedly. He wasn’t allowed to speak in his position, a bit gag placed snugly around his muzzle. When not in use and not fed meals, the ox was stuck in a small windowless room, that although confining, was well decorated with pillows and blankets, everything covered in deep reds and striking golds. He was chained to one end of the wall, shackles around his ankles and leather cuffs around his hands. When a servant came to move him from the room, a leash was attached to a fancy leather collar before he was led out.\n\n\tThat's what was happening now, a well dressed weasel leaning down to attach the short leash to him. He stood up eagerly, waiting for the servant to free his chain from the wall.\n\t\n\tWhenever the prince ‘needed’ him, it was because of his ‘youthful essence’, as he put it. And he needed that at least once a day. He wasn’t sure how many days he had been in the fancy building, but everything blended together after a certain point. It must have been a few weeks now. The dim lighting never went out in his room and he only saw outside if the prince decided to take him to a certain area.\n\n\tThat made his heart hurt a little, because from there he could see the city like he could from the ferris wheel. He was pretty sure he could see where the motel would be far off in the distance. He wondered when his mom and dad would find him and take him back home.\n\n\tBut when he wasn’t wondering about that, he was dreaming about the tiger who taught him about his ‘essence’. He said that the best time to get it was when it was fresh in the body, and there was none fresher than a young boy's essence. So every day, at least once, the prince and the ox had a session. \n\n\tSometimes the tiger would lay him on a king bed and slowly stroke his penis with a paw. Sometimes he’d make him do it himself. Often the prince would take his penis in his muzzle, tongue teasing the little calf into orgasm in less than a minute. Then, while waiting for his ‘essence’ to recharge, he’d let the ox lick at the big tigers cock. But his favorite is when he would stick one finger up his butt. He thought that was really weird at first, but that big cat knew how to find a magic button that made his whole body shudder and quiver with a warm, happy feeling.\n\n\tThe weasel led him to the prince's room. Here, the windows were blocked. He couldn’t tell if it was day or night. But he did see the tiger in a fancy robe, smiling at him warmly.\n\n\t“Thank you, Clover.” He takes the leash from the weasel. “You are dismissed.” The ermine bows and shuts the doors behind him. The tiger steps forward to make sure they’re locked.\n\n\t“Are you ready to be drained, little ox?” Cuong nods his head. The prince kneels down and undoes Cuong’s ankle shackles. Then he sniffs at the ox’s package,already semi hard from excitement.. He hoped that the prince would take off his gag, but he had a habit of leaving it on for a while.\n\n\t“Mmmpphh…” The prince loved hearing the needy moans and whines of little calves, and the best way to do that was to suck them off. He was certain he’d gotten this ox addicted to his blowjobs, and he would be right. He hears Cuong huff through his nose. The 4 inch pecker is already hard from his swirling tongue and the whining is getting louder.\n\n\tHe loved that it was so easy to make little boy calves feel bliss, and even more, he loved how little those refractory periods were on them. He knew that the ox’s load was less than a minute from shooting down his throat.\n\n\tHe purred, letting the vibrations further tease Cuong’s cock closer and closer to climax. He thrust into the tiger - the prince let him. He thought it was cute. If he really wanted to tease him, he’d just pull away, and hear that little calf whine…\n\n\tCuong’s eyes went wide when he felt the tigers muzzle leave him hanging. “NNnggg!!”\n\n\t“Get on the bed, little ox.” He does as he is told with haste. He has to stop himself from touching down there - that was the one thing that would get the calf punished.\n\n\tThe royal tiger disrobes. His chest and abs are mostly white, but stripes of black streak in from his orange back.\n\n\tThe prince decided he’d get a tongue bath before the ox could cum tonight. Gently he unbuckles the bit gag and wordlessly guides the calves tongue to his crotch. The prince's dick is a modest five inches, and the little ox had learned to take the whole thing in his mouth over the many sessions they had together. It filled his muzzle immediately with a slightly musky and salty taste that the ox didn’t mind.\n\n\tCuong tried to do what the prince had taught him, letting his tongue move around all of the prince’s dick. The tiger had shown him how good it could feel to get a phenomenal blowjob, and he wanted to impress him. Maybe if he kept doing a good job, he would let him go! The prince growled low and deep, a purr starting up in his throat. The tiger couldn’t expect too much from a calf, but the ox was doing better than his previous playthings. He was quickly picking up on what the tiger had done to his own dick, and was trying to imitate.\n\nThe prince lays one paw on the calves head, scritching him right behind his stubby horns. That made him slow down a little, looking up at the prince with innocent eyes.\n\n“Ahh…You’re doing so good, cute little ox.” Cuong didn’t stop, but he felt warmth inside at the praise. He was doing a good job. But it was going to take a long time for the calf to get him off like this, and he wanted to get to the good stuff (that precious boy cum). He gently pushes the ox off of his dick and starts jerking himself, already excited from the muzzle action he’d just got from the calf. His fist pumps his cock faster and faster, the tiger humping the air in front of him. The little ox knew what was coming and opened his mouth wide for his gift.\n\n\tWith one loud roar, the prince cums hard - long sticky ropes blast out of him and onto the calves face, the ox shutting his eyes and sticking his tongue out, trying to lick as much off of his face as he could.\n\t\nAs the ox lay there panting, the tiger loomed over his face. He was on his knees, legs on either side of the boy and his feline balls were dangling right above the calves nose.\n\n“Sniff them, calf.” Cuong did as he was told. The tigers scent was hypnotic to him, the second best comfort in the palace aside from cumming. He loved the rush it gave him, even if he didn’t know entirely why. He just knew that his private parts smelled really good to him. The tigers dick leaked pre onto the calves forehead, and it made him smile. \n\n“You really love how I smell, don’t cha calf?” The boy had been at it for a couple minutes now.\n\n“Yes prince…” He mumbled it from behind the haze of tiger musk. The prince leaned back with one hand to feel up the boys dick, and he was already getting stiff again.\n\n“It makes you so excited…You’re ready to cum again.”\n\n“Can I cum, prince? Please?”\n\n“Of course, calf. But this time we’ll do it with our fingers.”\n\n\tThe calves eyes widened in excitement. The prince wasted no time, grabbing a bottle of lube he’d brought with him. Usually he’d just spit on the boys hole and call it a day, but he wanted to practice stretching him out a bit. The little ox twitched in surprise at the feeling of the cool lubricant over his asshole and taint. The tiger grins, watching the ox shudder at the cold sensation. Then he sticks his finger in - slow and smooth. He knows how to please the calf this way, and as he pushes up against the little boys prostate he smiles, watching a blissful sensation make its way over him.\n\n\tThe prince has always just used one finger on boys tight hole, but it was about time he started stretching it out. So with no words, he let another finger slide in. He could feel the tightness around both fingers, the calf not used to an intrusion there. He heard him whine, but there didn’t seem to be a big problem just yet. He curled both fingers and watched the cub wiggle and writhe some more. The little ox was leaking. A feline tongue leans down and wraps around the boys package - this was what the prince wanted. \n\nThat essence of youth is swallowed down greedily, the ritual going on for minutes and minutes. The little ox moans from time to time, one hand occasionally grabbing at the tigers headfur in bliss. All the while the prince made sure not to miss a single drop of little boy cum. Still mindlessly licking and sucking the calf, the tiger decided to loosen him up a little more.\n\nVery slowly, the prince let a third digit inside. The ox was clearly a little distressed, wiggling around and letting out little yelps of pain.\n\n\t“I know it hurts a little, I’m sorry calf. 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Cuong didn’t leave the village much, so when his parents announced they were spending a weekend in the city, the black water buffalo was beyond excited. The last time he went he was much younger, two years ago when he was six. But he remembered the crowds, the markets and rows of tall buildings fondly. And now, two years later, he had a great day with his family by all means - they went on this big thing called a ferris wheel and he saw the country for miles, the rivers leading out to the sea. They had eaten incredibly well, and visited a shopping mall the size of his village! It was all so much that when his parents went to sleep in the motel on the outskirts of the metropolis, he wanted more. Far after mom and dad were asleep, the little water buffalo snuck quietly out of bed and walked out of the room, into the muggy and hot night air.

He wouldn’t make it a block before two large silhouettes would approach him - one from the front and one from behind. He was too innocent to know they were no good, and he wasn’t able to get a word out as a black cloth bag was shoved over his head, stubby growing horns swallowed into the darkness. He was lifted up with ease, and his struggling was useless against the much stronger, bigger hands. Cuong figured he was in some sort of van as big paws manhandled his frame. Being a water buffalo he was naturally a little on the hefty side, and the shirts he wore always clung tight to him. He heard his green t-shirt get torn off of him with the swipe of a claw and a pull. At the same time someone jerked his shorts and underwear down, revealing his full body to everyone in the van.

“Well? Is he ripe?” A deep voice bellows from the front of the van. He whimpered loudly, not knowing what to do. A hand held his own paws together tightly, and he couldn’t see anything. What could he do but start to yell?

“Hey, hey. Don’t scream. Shhhhhh…” This voice was higher, more…wiry. Someone was touching his private parts. No one was supposed to do that, mommy said.

“Mmmpphh! Mama!” He didn’t care what the bad men said, he wanted to be safe in that motel room with his parents.

“Ah fuck, just start driving.” He hears an engine rev to life.

“He’s good! Definitely hanging, and big too…”

“Wow, you weren’t kidding. This boy’s got some real hangers…” The men held him in place and he feels fingers running through every part of his body. He’s scared they’re going to hurt him.

“Here, make sure he can’t move. Or scream.” He’s roughly forced to sit up, his hands placed behind his back and tied. He kicks his little legs around and tries to yell, but something is pressed into his muzzle through the black cloth, pressing it uncomfortably against his face. His captors had tied a piece of rope around the back of his head, making sure he couldn’t call for help. At the same time a length of rope is tied very tightly around his ankles and knees.

In absolute fear, Cuong can’t do anything other than rely on instinct and nerves, and all those tell him to do is piss himself.

“Aahh, I knew this would happen. Well kid, we’ll clean you up when you get to the penthouse.”

“Stop whinin’, you’ll probably forget about home in a month. Those other calves all did, hehe…”Cuong wished he had never stepped foot outside. He just wanted to be back in the village.

—---------------------

“The prince needs you, Ox.”

\tHe nodded excitedly. He wasn’t allowed to speak in his position, a bit gag placed snugly around his muzzle. When not in use and not fed meals, the ox was stuck in a small windowless room, that although confining, was well decorated with pillows and blankets, everything covered in deep reds and striking golds. He was chained to one end of the wall, shackles around his ankles and leather cuffs around his hands. When a servant came to move him from the room, a leash was attached to a fancy leather collar before he was led out.

\tThat's what was happening now, a well dressed weasel leaning down to attach the short leash to him. He stood up eagerly, waiting for the servant to free his chain from the wall.
\t
\tWhenever the prince ‘needed’ him, it was because of his ‘youthful essence’, as he put it. And he needed that at least once a day. He wasn’t sure how many days he had been in the fancy building, but everything blended together after a certain point. It must have been a few weeks now. The dim lighting never went out in his room and he only saw outside if the prince decided to take him to a certain area.

\tThat made his heart hurt a little, because from there he could see the city like he could from the ferris wheel. He was pretty sure he could see where the motel would be far off in the distance. He wondered when his mom and dad would find him and take him back home.

\tBut when he wasn’t wondering about that, he was dreaming about the tiger who taught him about his ‘essence’. He said that the best time to get it was when it was fresh in the body, and there was none fresher than a young boy's essence. So every day, at least once, the prince and the ox had a session.

\tSometimes the tiger would lay him on a king bed and slowly stroke his penis with a paw. Sometimes he’d make him do it himself. Often the prince would take his penis in his muzzle, tongue teasing the little calf into orgasm in less than a minute. Then, while waiting for his ‘essence’ to recharge, he’d let the ox lick at the big tigers cock. But his favorite is when he would stick one finger up his butt. He thought that was really weird at first, but that big cat knew how to find a magic button that made his whole body shudder and quiver with a warm, happy feeling.

\tThe weasel led him to the prince's room. Here, the windows were blocked. He couldn’t tell if it was day or night. But he did see the tiger in a fancy robe, smiling at him warmly.

\t“Thank you, Clover.” He takes the leash from the weasel. “You are dismissed.” The ermine bows and shuts the doors behind him. The tiger steps forward to make sure they’re locked.

\t“Are you ready to be drained, little ox?” Cuong nods his head. The prince kneels down and undoes Cuong’s ankle shackles. Then he sniffs at the ox’s package,already semi hard from excitement.. He hoped that the prince would take off his gag, but he had a habit of leaving it on for a while.

\t“Mmmpphh…” The prince loved hearing the needy moans and whines of little calves, and the best way to do that was to suck them off. He was certain he’d gotten this ox addicted to his blowjobs, and he would be right. He hears Cuong huff through his nose. The 4 inch pecker is already hard from his swirling tongue and the whining is getting louder.

\tHe loved that it was so easy to make little boy calves feel bliss, and even more, he loved how little those refractory periods were on them. He knew that the ox’s load was less than a minute from shooting down his throat.

\tHe purred, letting the vibrations further tease Cuong’s cock closer and closer to climax. He thrust into the tiger - the prince let him. He thought it was cute. If he really wanted to tease him, he’d just pull away, and hear that little calf whine…

\tCuong’s eyes went wide when he felt the tigers muzzle leave him hanging. “NNnggg!!”

\t“Get on the bed, little ox.” He does as he is told with haste. He has to stop himself from touching down there - that was the one thing that would get the calf punished.

\tThe royal tiger disrobes. His chest and abs are mostly white, but stripes of black streak in from his orange back.

\tThe prince decided he’d get a tongue bath before the ox could cum tonight. Gently he unbuckles the bit gag and wordlessly guides the calves tongue to his crotch. The prince's dick is a modest five inches, and the little ox had learned to take the whole thing in his mouth over the many sessions they had together. It filled his muzzle immediately with a slightly musky and salty taste that the ox didn’t mind.

\tCuong tried to do what the prince had taught him, letting his tongue move around all of the prince’s dick. The tiger had shown him how good it could feel to get a phenomenal blowjob, and he wanted to impress him. Maybe if he kept doing a good job, he would let him go! The prince growled low and deep, a purr starting up in his throat. The tiger couldn’t expect too much from a calf, but the ox was doing better than his previous playthings. He was quickly picking up on what the tiger had done to his own dick, and was trying to imitate.

The prince lays one paw on the calves head, scritching him right behind his stubby horns. That made him slow down a little, looking up at the prince with innocent eyes.

“Ahh…You’re doing so good, cute little ox.” Cuong didn’t stop, but he felt warmth inside at the praise. He was doing a good job. But it was going to take a long time for the calf to get him off like this, and he wanted to get to the good stuff (that precious boy cum). He gently pushes the ox off of his dick and starts jerking himself, already excited from the muzzle action he’d just got from the calf. His fist pumps his cock faster and faster, the tiger humping the air in front of him. The little ox knew what was coming and opened his mouth wide for his gift.

\tWith one loud roar, the prince cums hard - long sticky ropes blast out of him and onto the calves face, the ox shutting his eyes and sticking his tongue out, trying to lick as much off of his face as he could.
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As the ox lay there panting, the tiger loomed over his face. He was on his knees, legs on either side of the boy and his feline balls were dangling right above the calves nose.

“Sniff them, calf.” Cuong did as he was told. The tigers scent was hypnotic to him, the second best comfort in the palace aside from cumming. He loved the rush it gave him, even if he didn’t know entirely why. He just knew that his private parts smelled really good to him. The tigers dick leaked pre onto the calves forehead, and it made him smile.

“You really love how I smell, don’t cha calf?” The boy had been at it for a couple minutes now.

“Yes prince…” He mumbled it from behind the haze of tiger musk. The prince leaned back with one hand to feel up the boys dick, and he was already getting stiff again.

“It makes you so excited…You’re ready to cum again.”

“Can I cum, prince? Please?”

“Of course, calf. But this time we’ll do it with our fingers.”

\tThe calves eyes widened in excitement. The prince wasted no time, grabbing a bottle of lube he’d brought with him. Usually he’d just spit on the boys hole and call it a day, but he wanted to practice stretching him out a bit. The little ox twitched in surprise at the feeling of the cool lubricant over his asshole and taint. The tiger grins, watching the ox shudder at the cold sensation. Then he sticks his finger in - slow and smooth.  He knows how to please the calf this way, and as he pushes up against the little boys prostate he smiles, watching a blissful sensation make its way over him.

\tThe prince has always just used one finger on boys tight hole, but it was about time he started stretching it out. So with no words, he let another finger slide in. He could feel the tightness around both fingers, the calf not used to an intrusion there. He heard him whine, but there didn’t seem to be a big problem just yet. He curled both fingers and watched the cub wiggle and writhe some more. The little ox was leaking. A feline tongue leans down and wraps around the boys package - this was what the prince wanted.

That essence of youth is swallowed down greedily, the ritual going on for minutes and minutes. The little ox moans from time to time, one hand occasionally grabbing at the tigers headfur in bliss. All the while the prince made sure not to miss a single drop of little boy cum. Still mindlessly licking and sucking the calf, the tiger decided to loosen him up a little more.

Very slowly, the prince let a third digit inside. The ox was clearly a little distressed, wiggling around and letting out little yelps of pain.

\t“I know it hurts a little, I’m sorry calf. But it will pass.”

\tIt took awhile for it to pass - the calf tried to squirm away at one point but the tiger used his free hand to stop that, pushing down on his shoulders to keep him in place.

\t“It’ll pass, calf!” He moves his fingers around, stretching out the little calf hole further and reaching his pleasure point. In all the squirming the prince hears a sharp inhale, followed by a moan. The pleasure and pain were mixing - soon he’d only feel pleasure with his hole wide open, and eventually he’d rail the little ox into screaming out Prince! in bliss.

\tBut for now, the three fingers danced around each other, prodding at the boy's prostate and stretching him out at the same time. The prince laughed at the site, the boy now gripping the sheets as his little calf dick once again leaking a gentle stream of pre.

\tWithout stopping the anal assault, the tiger leans down and places his mouth around the calves leaky cock. He licks up the leaky mess, listening to the ox wordlessly groan and shout in pleasure. One little hand grips his fur as he takes the oxes whole cock in his mouth, feeling it spurt occasionally.

\tHe looks up at the calf, but he’s got his head all the way back, staring at the ceiling.

\t“Ah, ahhh!! Prince Tiger!!”
\t“Does it feel good, little ox?”

\t“Aaahhahhah, yes! Oohhh…” He pleasures the ox like this for a long time, taking short breaks if the calf looks like he’s out of breath. But he doesn’t stop leaking that special product the prince desires so bad.

\tAt some point, the prince lets two fingers get sticky with the calves pre and sticks them in his maw.

\t“Suck,” he demands, and the boy complies. He’s still in heaven, prostate milked for all its worth, sucking his own juices off the fingers of his captor. The little ox thinks of how the tiger smells - by now, it’s familiar. It’s not the smell of his parents, the smell of home, not by a long shot. But the way the tiger smells, it feels like he’s safe. He isn’t hurt here. He is pleasured, fed and kept away from anything dangerous as far as he knows. Another orgasm wracks his little body, and he feels like he’s done. He’s been panting and sweating, his fur a mess in every direction. He pleads with the tiger to stop, and the prince abides.

\tInstead of returning him to his room, sometimes the tiger would fall asleep holding the calf tightly in his arms. This snuggling was great to Cuong - so good that he never tried to escape the room (not that he’d get too far anyways). Now he could smell the prince in his entirety - a mix of fancy perfume, musk and sweat that just smelled right. He hoped he could stay with the prince forever.

\tAs the prince held the ox in his arms, he thought about what species he should go after next. This little one was nice and was certainly comfortable with him, but he was growing tired of his fondness for the prince. He’d get in a few good fucks soon, he imagined. And soon enough he would send him off to the traders, who would either keep him for themselves or sell him off as a slave. The ox nuzzled his head into the tigers chest, horns scratching him gently. The prince patted the boys head. He was definitely one of the cutest and calmest he’d had yet. Maybe he’d hold on to him for a while longer. Maybe not.
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