Entering The Ring - Part 6
#6 of Entering The Ring
Part 6 of 7! The bit you've probably been waiting for...
Tyler showed him around the house. It was modest, not at all what he was expecting from someone so rich as to drop half a million shillings and the promise of a million more.
Dan didn't really feel like anything was real yet, and as they ate a light snack of simple ham sandwiches while leaning at the counter in the kitchen, he felt strangely comfortable telling the tiger everything about his history, how he came to be in the Arena and the experiences of life behind the locked gate.
In turn, Tyler shared with him the story of how his mother had raised him alone, the trust money from his father's winnings in the Arena and why he had kept it all a secret. As they ate and talked, Dan had unclipped the leash after asking if it was okay. And they continued to share their histories and experiences in the living room.
Dan had felt comfortable enough to lay his head on the lap of his new owner and look up at him, while Tyler recounted the 22-week long journey to that very moment.
He suddenly felt tired and no amount of suppressing would stop the yawn that broke free from his muzzle and he gave a sheepish smile upwards with heavy eyes.
Tyler glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "I think I should show you your bedroom, it's well past one AM," He gently lifted him by the shoulders and lead him upstairs. Dan instinctively picked up his leash from the kitchen counter on the way past as he followed the tiger.
When they got to the landing, Tyler pointed out the bathroom and his own room and then pushed open the door to what had once been his childhood bedroom. It was small, and had been redecorated in the last few years. There was a single bed in the corner under the window, a freestanding wardrobe and dresser.
Dan walked into the room and looked around it. He'd never had his own room - either he shared with his brothers or he shared with other Gladiators, but he never once slept in a room alone. He was excited by the privacy, but also terrified of being by himself. His conflict was soon nudged out of the way by something else.
"Tyler, I don't have anything to wear except what I have on," Dan placed his leash down on the dresser and then sat on the bed. The tiger looked at him and smiled, leaning in the doorway.
"Tomorrow we can go clothes shopping, okay?" Tyler smiled as the bear nodded and kicked off his wrestling boots and then pulled the hoodie over his head. He folded the garment neatly and placed it alongside the leash and sat there, with the top of his singlet clinging to his upper torso's muscles, the red material shining against the deep brown of his fur. The tiger blinked and then looked at his feet, "I'll give you a bit of privacy to get comfortable, see you in the morning - I'll be across the hall if you need anything."
And with that, the door quietly closed and Dan was alone, he heard the click of Tyler's room opening and became aware of the starkness of his room. He felt his paws over the bed sheets and gave the mattress a little test by bouncing on it. He stood up and pushed down his sweatpants and stepped out of them, folding them up too and placing them with the hoodie.
Tyler had been exceptionally kind to him, and never once did he feel like he had been owned, but still, the collar felt good and he liked the tiger a lot already - he respected him and felt completely at ease somehow. He considered removing the singlet too, but he left it on as it was practically the only thing he truly owned and it felt comforting.
He swung himself into the bed, feeling the cool cotton against his snugly clothed body. He had kept the collar on and stroked over it, looking right up at the ceiling, thoughts rushed through his head. He didn't quite believe any of this was real and feared that he'd wake up again the morning ahead of his match.
Tyler had his knees against his chest, he was sat on the bed, wearing only form-fitting lycra boxer briefs, unable to fully process his day. He owned someone. He remembered the madness of two weeks ago like a distant fog and wasn't entirely sure how he now had in his home the bear of his dreams.
He pulled his knees tighter and didn't know what to do now. Tomorrow they would go out for clothes, and then what? What happened next? His secret about being well off would be out, he would be recognised as the guy that beat 22-Z-441 and the bear might still want to wear that recognisable collar.
Everything was different.
He reached over to switch off his bedside light, but stopped when something caught his eye. Looking out through the crack in the door to the landing, he could see the faint outline of the bear blocking the light and then came a light knock.
"Tyler?" Came the quiet voice.
"Come on in," Tyler would have sounded surer of himself, but right now he was just confused.
The door slowly pushed open and Dan stood in the doorway, awkwardly playing with the collar. He still wore the singlet, and Tyler had to keep himself from sighing at the sight of him. Dan held the leash in his hand and it hung by his leg.
"You know, you don't have to ask, you can take it off," Tyler said thinking that the bear was finally looking for permission to remove his collar.
"Um, it's not that," Dan looked very edgy as he stepped forwards, "This might seem a little odd to you, but I've never slept in a room by myself before," He indicated to a corner of the room, "Do you have a problem with me bringing my bedclothes and sleeping there?"
The tiger looked in disbelief and pulled back the sheets on the other side of the bed, "Yes, I do. Just h-" He hadn't meant to stutter, but he did and he blushed, "h-hop in here. I won't have you sleep on the floor in your own home."
Dan pushed the door behind him and looked at the red singlet on the back of it, then he turned to the tiger in the bed and smiled, "That looks familiar,"
Tyler nodded, "I... Yeah, but I haven't worn it. It's been on that door for months. It's the last thing I see when I fall asleep and first thing I see when I wake up..." he sighed, "I got obsessed over you, little bear,"
"That's okay, I kind of did the same after the referee pointed you out all those weeks ago," Dan sat himself down on the bed and rolled himself next to Tyler, "I'm confused."
The tiger found his paw stroking over the bear's cheek and his heart rate rose, "Me too, Dan"
"I'm confused that I like this collar so much and that I don't have a problem being owned by you. And that maybe, after all this time, all I ever needed was to have someone to look after me instead of the other way around," The ursine snout rested itself into the white fur of Tyler's chest and inhaled.
"Little bear, I can do that for you, I can give you whatever you want, you just have to ask for it," Tyler rolled over and laid an arm over Dan's side and stroked down his back and across the tight singlet. The bear shivered and closed his eyes, the touch so different from what he had become used to in the Arena matches and sparring.
"I don't know what I want," was the quiet reply. The bear's paw stroked across the chest of his new keeper and before he knew what was happening, there was a soft kiss on his lips. It sat there for a moment and he involuntarily started purring.
Dan had opened his eyes. They were green. Tyler had only just noticed now and it was a distraction from his racing heart, his trembling blush and the fact that he was getting very aroused and couldn't hide it. They looked into each other's eyes as the kiss broke and Tyler gave a sheepish grin, "You don't know how much I've wanted that,"
"I'd guess at 22 weeks," Was the reply before the bear licked his muzzle affectionately, they cuddled in close together, enjoying the warmth of one another. The breathing pattern of the handsome bear changed as he slowly drifted off to sleep against him. He was hugging the leash to his chest.
Tyler sighed happily. It didn't take long for him to also drift away, the bear snugly nestled in with him.
Dan opened his eyes slowly. At some point in the night they had shifted into spoons - Tyler was pressed up against his back, right arm around his waist; Dan was resting his head on the other upper arm. In his sleep, the tiger was lightly stroking the bear's lycra-clad tummy and the feeling was amazing. Dan had a severe case of morning wood, but he wasn't the only one - the feeling of his keeper's tightly-packaged arousal nestled against his rump was a completely new sensation to the smaller bear, but he felt safe and warm there and was trembling a little from the slight thrill of the intimacy.
Dan stirred a little, wriggling closer to his new keeper and lightly pressing his rump against the tiger's bulge, feeling the slight friction of two layers of tight material bring pleasure to his behind.
Tyler stirred a little, but didn't wake. Dan froze a moment and considered his actions madness, but couldn't help himself and began again, a shortness of breath at the delightful sensation. His singlet was now very tented at the front and his short, but the snug fabric was teasing the thick bear-hood while he ground back against the large feline.
Dan was pulled in close as Tyler responded to his affection and felt the end of the tiger's engorged manhood press right under his tail and he moaned in response. He felt the cat stirring out of slumber, stretching and arching forwards, pressing the tented underwear fairly firmly against part of the red singlet defending his ring.
Dan moaned again, he couldn't help himself.
"Uh... Good morning, little bear," Tyler sleepily said as his hand continued the stroking of his tummy, but this time the paw went further down and lightly brushed over the stubby, thick erection that was straining against the singlet.
Dan gasped and bit his lip, his eyes closing as his body convulsed in unexpected pleasure at the contact. He knew what he wanted now, and it surprised him. He pushed back again more confidently, no longer trying to extract a secret thrill in the early hours of the morning.
Tyler's grope became more insistent against the tightly wrapped member and he pushed his hips forward, teasing directly under Dan's ursine tail, grinding and purring, the heat of lust building up.
Both the tiger and the bear moaned softly as the grinding became more insistent and carnal, the stroking of the bear's cock was leaving a mess of precum into his clothing, helping it move more smoothly through the movements from his master's right paw.
Dan turned to face his keeper, blushing deeply and panting from arousal, giving Tyler a submissive look and breathing deep.
The tiger rolled over on to his back and reached out to stroke the bear on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his flushed skin. Dan admired the figure of the man who owned him now, eyes flashing over his tented shorts. Dan repositioned himself and straddled the lap of his owner and found that nice prominent lump nestling back between his lycra-covered cheeks.
The tiger beneath him stroked paws along his thighs, the claws trailing lightly over the material and up to his erect bulge; the fingers gingerly tracing around it slowly and teasing across the wet spot at its tip. Dan closed his eyes and shivered in pleasure, pushing his body against his owner's crotch, tiny bear tail stub, flicking around in delight. He admitted to himself that he'd never felt so much pleasure in his life before.
He felt those paws slide up his chest and the bear leaned into the affection as Tyler's paw digits danced lightly over the fabric and then through the fur along his upper chest where he singlet stopped. Before he was aware of anything, the tiger had hooked a finger through the d-ring on the collar and was carefully pulling him down to meet him coming up. They kissed, softly at first, but then it became more passionate, the bear parting his lips for the tongue of his keeper as it pressed against his maw. They stayed kissing for a few minutes, exploring each other's mouths, and Tyler reached to his side, picked up the leash and clipped it into place before taking hold of it. Dan sighed happily in quiet submission.
The kiss slowly came to an end and Tyler brushed his paws up to the soft fur on Dan's shoulders and hooked his thumbs into the shoulder straps of the lycra garment his pet had been wearing since yesterday. Dan felt them be rolled down his arms and the slight pressure against his chest fur be lifted as his body was uncovered. He pulled his hands from the unfurling spandex and was now naked to the waist; the garb resting atop his erect and pre-wet member.
Tyler looked him over and sighed at what he saw, Dan felt the cat's member twitch in response and sat up a little, wiggling his hips to let the singlet fall to mid thigh. He showed his owner all five inches of his cock; not the longest, but it was certainly hard as a nail and almost thick as a rolling pin. Tyler was impressed.
The bear blushed as he was exposed, but he wasn't about to stop, the desire to be a good pet to his owner had gripped his mind and he carefully manoeuvred his way out of the red singlet, took a deep breath and pulled the waistband of Tyler's tight black shorts down and released the tiger's meat. He gasped at the seven or so inches of uncut tiger penis, not as thick as him, but longer and drooling precum in strands that went to the shorts, his navel and across the foreskin.
"Dan..." Tyler quietly said.
He swallowed hard as he stroked it, eliciting a couple of moans from the cat as he was trying to speak. He thought about tasting it, but there was something he knew Tyler would enjoy more. He lifted up on to his knees and positioned his rear back over the cat's firm shaft.
"Dan, you don't have to..." This time there was nothing in the way and he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before letting the warm, slick tip connect with the folded flesh of his ring. Dan whimpered submissively and pressed back with a slight moan.
Tyler gasped as his slickness paved the way for his penis to part the tight entrance of his bear's most intimate place. Slowly he felt his foreskin roll backwards as the head teased its way into the passage beyond the gripping ring. Dan shivered and moaned as the lip of the head slipped past and inside him. He halted there and panted, looking up lustfully into the eyes of the tiger below him.
The bear relaxed as best he could and wriggled a little, getting used to the new feeling of another man penetrating him. His heart was pounding fast and it could be seen in the slight flicking of his cock. He closed his eyes and slowly pushed himself down more, moaning out and pulling back against the leash that went to Tyler's left hand as he arched in pleasure.
Eventually he had the whole thing in and he felt very pleased, the warmth of the pulsing erection buried deep in his behind was something new, and not unpleasant. There were suddenly fingers around his member and he jolted a bit, his ring involuntarily flinching around the tiger's meat and the pleasure of it gripping made him moan even more. Tyler groaned at the tightening and started to stroke his bear-hood encouragingly.
Dan bit his lip and started raising himself up and down slowly; Tyler joined his rhythm and began rolling his hips, pushing himself in deeply with each downward push of the bear's behind. The sensation of that member was overwhelming and with the feeling of being pawed off at the same time, he couldn't control his desires and began to ride the feline eagerly.
Their movements became one, with grunting and moaning filling the room as they both tried to drive Tyler's sensitive and swollen meat deep into Dan's willing and slick rump. They made love deeply and carnally. The bear's penis had drooled heavily across the tiger's paw, allowing him to move faster with the precum acting as lubricant. Dan sensed his owner-lover beneath him was approaching climax as the thrusting became harder and deeper, the leash pulled in as Tyler's muscles tensed up.
Dan was feeling overwhelmed by the sensations going on inside him that he didn't notice his own balls pulling up close to his body. He was totally lost in the sensations of his behind being rightfully claimed by the impressive tiger. The first shot fired with a guttural moan and splashed across the tiger's white chest fur, the rest heaved out across his tummy and paw in thick and sticky pools. His anus clenched down tightly as he reached orgasm, gripping tight on the cat's ploughing member.
In response, Tyler grunted, pushing himself harder up inside his bear and repeatedly pushed home deep, his peak fast approaching with the increased tightness and the smell of the bear's musky cum on his chest. He planted himself deeply upward and twitched as thick, powerful shots of his tiger seed pumped repeatedly into Dan's clenched behind.
In the afterglow, Tyler recounted what had happened. He'd gone from barely awake to the most amazing sexual experience of his life in the space of an hour. The bear was still there, panting and exhausted, his rapidly softening member retreating in to the sheath between his legs, the fuzzy balls slowly hanging back where they belong. He thought his spent bear looked beautiful.
His member was still buried between the cheeks of his pet and he was aware that slowly the blood was retreating and a moment later, he slipped out. Dan stayed sat on his lap and gave him the sweetest, most embarrassed look he had ever seen.
His response was to smile reassuringly, flushed himself and gave that leash another little tug. The bear responded by leaning in and laying against his chest, his arms wrapped around the back of the muscular pet and they cuddled one another comfortingly.