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The loud clanking of a pinball machine, mixed with the loud twanging of country music and glasses being slid across the chipped wooden bar simply added to the atmosphere of the small town biker bar. Various furs of different shapes and sizes sat at booths, a few played 8-ball billiards on an uneven pool table, and some even were singing along to the music as it played, drunkenly. Two of the bar's patrons were sitting hand in hand, sharing drinks and enjoying the night together in a quickly planned, quickly executed date. It was Shark Week, a time of celebration for those finned predators native to the oceans, but Duke, the casually dressed muscular shark, was far from the oceans of water, preferring the day's wetness that came from the bottom of his pint glass. His boyfriend, Cyril, a smooth bodied gecko twink, also understood the significance of the week to his boyfriend, and invited Duke to go out and enjoy a few drinks, taking advantage of the discounts the local bar was offering those of his mate's species, even if Duke was nervous of the Bar's reputation.

"This was a pretty sweet idea after all babe..." Duke said, tossing back the last of his drink and clinking his glass down on the coaster of the bar his nervousness slowly disappearing in a soft buzz of alcohol, smiling to his lover, the Gecko smiled back and licked the rim of his drink with his long, able tongue, as he grinned "Oh just wait till we get home..." Duke felt his heart skip a beat as his mate teased at him, he had been waiting for a good while to feel that long tongue in action, and would of kept imagining it if not for the rude interruption that stepped up to the blue and green lizard twink's side. "Hey cutie, need another drink?" Nearly two months of mateship with Cyril and no sex, now some random Boar just butts in between them, calling his mate a cutie? This situation irritated Duke who stood up off his stool, as Cyril simply found himself blushing, in flattery of the stranger's compliment. "Hey, that's my Boyfriend." Duke spoke up, placing his hand on the leather vest clad shoulder of the large boar, who turned around and firmly glared through his dark sunglasses at Duke, as he did, the shark felt a shiver of fear as he realized what that vest had emblazoned down it's back.

Duke had heard of the Blood Runners before, their name was well known in that part of the world, the ruthless, drug and gun running biker gang that had a reputation for taking what they wanted, and bringing force to all that opposed them, and he had figured their illegal actions and brutality would be something he would only know from news stories, until now, a patched in and vest wearing member was right there, in front of him, hitting on his boyfriend. "Get yer fuckin' hand off my fuckin' cut." The boar demanded, Duke immediately complied, taking his hand off his shoulder, the Boar adjusted his vest and turned back to Cyril, disregarding Duke entirely. "So anyway cutie, how bout that drink, somethin' fruity I bet huh?" The dual nature of this bulky criminal perplexed Duke, how could he be so firm and threatening toward him, yet sweet and sultry toward his giggling, blushing gecko, and worse yet, why was Cyril being so accepting of it? "Sure, I can't turn down free booze." The gecko twink cooed, passing his empty martini glass to the bartender, the Boar smirked and loudly announced. "Another one, on the BR tab!", the bartender dropping what he was doing and immediately pouring Cyril's drink.

Duke felt his presence being overshadowed, it was Shark Week, and this was his date, for better or for worse, he needed to be brave, it was just a bar and just a date, surely the Boar would move along to one of the other available furs. "Sir, please, I'm here with my boyfriend, and I j-" Duke started, the Boar turned around again. "This fucking twat bothering you, cutie pie?" the Boar asked, placing his musky, muscled arm directly around the shoulders of Duke's deeply blushing mate, smirking as he did. Cyril inhaled, the manly, amazing scent of the Boar combined with his intoxication simply was too much to ignore, Duke was alright, but this was intense, this Boar was at least twice the Shark's size and smelled, so fucking good. "Actually heh, he's my boyfriend, it's shark week and such..." Cyril started, his deep blue blush unwavering, as he offered no resistance to the Boar's sweaty embrace. "Oh shit, yeah, it is ain't it, Marty's gonna shit." the Boar said firmly, with a chuckle. "Come party with us instead cutie."

Duke finally had enough, as he piped up. "Let go of him..." The Bar fell silent as the Boar slammed his fist on the bar, a few bottles fell over and spilled, multiple furs got up and scurried to the door, leaving in a hurry, a few others staying in the bar, as Duke looked around, and raised his hands up, Cyril too was a bit nervous, but that smell, that perfect manly smell, he couldn't, or wouldn't resist it. "Or, what, you cock blocking asshole?" The Boar said, keeping his arm firmly around Cyril, his other arm lifting off the dent of the bar he had just punched into it. "Babe, don't make a scene..." Cyril piped up, softly attempting to diffuse the situation. "Shush cutie, the grownups are talking." The Boar ordered, and in that moment, the vest, the position of power this Boar had, the general arrogance and that fucking smell, Cyril simply giggled, and closed his mouth.

Duke trembled as he took a stand, he knew this was a bad idea, but it was his week, his mate, and he had to defend it. "Or I'll...uh...make you..." He whimpered as he spoke. The Boar's laughter filled the bar, echoing off the wood panels as the Bartender walked toward the restrooms. "I'm just gonna...go..." He said, as he entered the restroom, the Boar chuckled. "Yeah, we'll add extra to the tab, good idea bro..." The Boar said, again giving off a friendly vibe to the bartender as he hid. "Now...Yer gonna make me huh...?" The Boar said, finally releasing his grip on Cyril, and for the first time, turned and gave Duke a full view of his front. He was terrifying, His gut hung down over his belt which held a pistol and a knife, both of which were probably illegal, his bulge was beyond obvious, as he was shamelessly erect in his stained blue jeans, his long unbrushed teeth revealed fully in a smirk, as his finger-less gloved hands cracked together. "And how the fuck you gonna do that." Duke was unarmed, undersized, and terrified, as he looked to his boyfriend, being further discouraged at his face, he seemed happy, content, and much to the shark's dismay, aroused, his reptilian eyes were firmly focused on the Boar's lower half, even in the face of his lover's intimidation. "I...I..." Duke started, before the Boar firmly threw his right hand outward, gripping the Shark by the throat, and with little effort, threw him down onto his back, slamming down onto the dirty wooden floor of the bar. "You need a fuckin' lesson in manners boy."

Duke felt the wind knocked out of him, expecting Cyril to call for help, the police, anyone, as he hardly managed to get up to his hands, the leather boot of the Boar came slamming down on his chest, pinning him to the ground. "YO MARTY, GREG, DUSTIN, WE GOT A BITCH OVER HERE NEEDS A WORKOUT." The Boar yelled out. Duke could hear the movement of more boots, chairs being pushed in, glasses being set down, as the three other patrons of the bar that hadn't left walked to where the commotion was occurring. Cyril felt nervous as he slowly stepped back away from the roughness, not wanting to be involved, as he backed directly into the arms of a Bull who towered over him, in a matching vest to the Boar. "Careful baby boy, you could'a fallen and hurt yourself..." Cyril just couldn't keep up, each of the four were so handsome, so manly, so perfect, and most of all, so flattering. They comprised of Marty, a Labrador, who was the shortest of the four, a vest draped over him that read 'PROSPECT', not a full member of the gang, yet. Greg, the Towering muscular and scarred bull who currently was embracing the gecko. Dustin, ironically, another shark although much chubbier and taller than Duke, who was gripping a hold of his combat knife's handle, preparing for a scrap, and the Boar who's name he finally was able to know, as Dustin spoke up. "Carve his ass up, Bill."

"Naaah, I got a better idea..." Bill said, looking down to Duke under his boot who was squirming and whimpering in pain. "How's about we take his ass back to the clubhouse for target practice." Cyril finally felt fearful as he blushed and kindly asked the Bull holding him. "Please...don't kill him..." Greg chuckled, looking down at the lizard in his arms. "Oh, well, he's gotta pay somehow, you got an idea cutie...?" Cyril felt it again, that blush, that need, that lustful embrace these criminals were filling him with, as he spoke honestly. "No...but...I..." Dustin cut the silence as he spoke. "Oh damn, is that bitch a shark?!" Duke felt relief, a moment's respite under the painful boot on his chest as he nodded and breathlessly replied "Y- Yes! I am!" What a mistake. Dustin smirked wider, and walked over to where Greg had been holding the mated gecko, and smiled as he kneeled, face to face with Cyril. "You like sharks, huh?" That breath, those teeth, that gut, Dustin had been a name that Cyril had known for all of five intense minutes, and it already sent shivers through him that the name Duke never had, his physical appearance and attitude was so attractive, and clearly one shark was better fit to protect him than the one currently being held down by one boot. "I do...Quite a lot..."

Duke felt tears welling up in his eyes as he could hardly see the group of people gathering around his mate out of the corner of his eye, his mind was spinning with terrified thoughts of what would happen to him, but nothing hurt more than the very obvious, heart wrenching sounds of something he could recognize anywhere, a kiss, a sloppy, passionate kiss. Dustin pressed his lips to Cyril's without resistance, pushing his fish stick scented tongue into the gecko's smaller mouth, the lizard boy offering only a moment's resistance before caving into the kiss, Greg let go of him, and in that moment he could of ran, could of gotten help for his incapacitated mate, but instead, gripped ahold of the basically unknown, alpha shark, and pushed into the kiss. "Daaaamn, this little cutie must like Dustin huh!?" Marty said, watching in half disgust, half interest. Bill looked back, keeping his foot firmly planted on Duke's whimpering chest, as he smirked, watching the adorable gecko unfaithfully making out with Dustin, and chuckled. "Fuck, hope you don't mind sharing..." Duke couldn't speak, the boot was too heavy as Bill stepped down harder. "No reply, alright then bitch..."

Cyril was in bliss, he had all but forgotten about the shark that was being stepped on across the floor, as his hands were tugged downward by Dustin to the shark's fully tented crotch, his smooth hands firmly gripping the member through the denim jeans that concealed it, tugging at the shark's belt and zipper as instinctively, Greg reached down, softly and gently pulling the reptile's shorts down to his ankles as his own bovine shaft was awakening in his shorts, he sucked his middle finger for a few moments before pressing the wet digit against the gecko's mated pucker, and then inside, ushering an excited moan from the gecko into the shark's mouth. Bill grinned and looked to the prospect Marty, and smirked. "You still straight now puppy?" Marty chuckled and nodded, firmly. "I sure am, boss." "Good, maybe if you do this and don't fuck up, We'll get you closer to a patch...Come here." Duke felt his chest relax as the Boar let him go, his breath returning in painful gasps as he sat up, and gathered his composure, as he scooted back, sitting upright against the wall, and taking in the horrific view that greeted his eyes. He watched as Cyril's tiny reptile cock was fully exposed from his slit, as hard as diamond and twitching in response as his mouth was pushing and mashing with Dustin's, Greg was behind him, one finger firmly pushed inside of his boyfriend, and the gecko showed no signs of stopping, as the prospect Labrador arrived in front of Duke and Bill.

"Take this...Keep him still, make his ass watch that cutie get treated proper...if he tries anything, just kneecap em' no bodies." Bill said, upholstering the pistol on his belt, before undoing the belt entirely, handing the gun to the prospect. "Phew, boss, for a second I thought you were gonna make me join...You got it." Marty replied, sitting down at a stool and lining the pistol up with Duke's leg. "Don't move fish boy." Duke felt his fear at a higher level, the pistol was live and directly at his knees, he didn't dare move, as tears strewn down his face, his back was sore, his chest was in pain, and now he was at gunpoint, forced to watch as the chubby Boar walked to the three others. "Hey, Watch the fish words prospect!" Said Dustin, breaking his kiss with the panting, heated gecko, wiping his lips and pointing at Marty, as he reached down, unzipping his fly and assisting Cyril in his attempts to release the alpha shark's shaft, exposing all nine inches of better, thicker shark meat than Duke was packing. "Sorry Dusty!" Marty yelled back, more focused on his task of keeping Duke in place. Duke didn't dare say a word, he could only sob, watching his loyal reptile being taken advantage of by the bulky bikers, and he couldn't decide which hurt more, the fact his mate was so hard, so excited, so eager, or that he had to watch it occur.

"Let's get this started boys...Dusty...You want his mouth still...?" Bill asked, as he dropped his jeans, that bulge giving way to seven inches of erect boar cock, which flicked upward in freedom as he released it. Dustin's shark shaft was eagerly pulsing as he gently placed a hand on the gecko's smooth head, hardly needing to coax him down as Cyril eagerly slipped the pulsing fish cock into his mouth, that long tongue coiling around it as he lowered his head. "Ugggh, fuck yeah I do." Greg smirked and caressed his hand over his now exposed cock, easily the largest of the group as he stroked along his twelve inches of bovine dick with one hand as he pulled his finger free of the tight warm depths of Cyril's hole, taking a step back. "I'll let you lube him up for me Bill, first dibs for the Sgt. At Arms..." Bill grinned, as he walked to where the eager tail of the gecko was highly lifted and squatted down, aligning the tip of his sorely aching erect boar cock with the freshly fingered hole. "See that you fucking dickhead, that's respect, maybe you'll show it next time." Bill barked at Duke, who's eyes were constantly streaming with silent, terrified sobs, as the boar let out a long, wheezing squeal of pleasure as his cock tip disappeared into his boyfriend's eagerly accepting pucker.

The prospect holding Duke at gunpoint tried his best to avoid looking, his duty secured at keeping the disrespectful cuckold on the ground as the fun began across the room. Cyril let out cute soft hisses of pleasure as Bill's erect shaft pushed in deeper and deeper, eventually hilting fully into the gecko, the boar's oinking and groaning grew louder, eventually beginning a thrusting motion in and out of the tight blue depths. Dustin was affectionately, yet roughly pushing his own better shark shaft in and out of the warmly slurping and suckling reptile mouth, his throat was bulging out with the shark's length, Bill's thrusts pushed him tighter against his abs with each push, sucking deeper than he could of managed on his own. Cyril's cock leaked on the ground beneath them, cute little dribbles of adulterous pre gathering on the wooden floor, as the gecko rocked his body back and forth, flexing his depths on the Boar and relaxing his throat for the shark, Greg's cock tip flared as he stroked over it, the view sending him into a full masturbation as he enjoyed watching his comrades fill each hole of the eager lizard. "Damn boy's tighter than yer sister." Bill teased, slapping his hand off the gecko's right plump asscheek, smirking at Dustin as the shark chuckled. "Fuck, he sucks better than yer mom, I might fucking cum he keeps that tongue action up, fuck..." He replied, gripping ahold of the Gecko's eagerly sucking head. Cyril, hearing that, pushed his head down as deeply as he could manage, his snout connecting with the larger shark's musky gut, as his throat tightened in a gag, spasming and coughing along his cock. "Oh fuck...Just like that...Oh holy fuck he's choking on my dick so good." Dustin announced, his fingertips gripping Cyril's smooth scalp tightly. "I'm gonna cum...Oh fuck get ready cutie..."

Duke, seeing this other shark about to orgasm into the mouth of Dustin squeaked out, nearly speaking before noticing the Prospect cock the hammer back on the pistol, he silenced immediately, although he wished he could beg Cyril to stop, to think of him, to think of how much he loved him, but it was too late, the shark was cumming intensely, roaring out and gripping Cyril's head as his balls emptied in rope after rope of cum, torrenting down the lizard's accepting throat, the pain doubling for Duke as Cyril eagerly and warmly cooed out in a pleasured hiss, as he gulped down every spasming hot rope of the other, better shark's load. "Fuuuck yeah, Dusty, fill his fuckin' throat..." Bill said, watching the Gecko he was firmly and roughly thrusting his cock deeply into swallow each drop of his comrade's seed, the mated gecko tightening and making such cute noises the boar began to sweat, his own cock pulsing. "Gonna fuckin bust...Prospect...make sure he sees...ugggh..." The Labrador smirked and placed the steel of the handgun to Duke's leg, firmly growling as only a dog could. "Watch, bitch."

Duke obeyed, leaning forward just enough to see the view he dreaded better, as the Boar who ruined their date firmly pushed into his mate, rutting him downward into the Shark's arms who was caressing his head with such care and afterglow, as the slimy Boar squealed out and slapped his hairy gut firmly against Cyril's backside, and erupted in orgasm, his potent smelly hog seed spurting into the gecko's accepting, cheating depths, taking every rope inside of him with warm, loving hisses leaving his cum stained lips. Bill wheezed and gave a few more thrusts into the mated lizard before hastily pulling out, letting the last two ropes of hot seed spray down the asscheeks and lower back of the panting, sweaty gecko boy. "That's your cue...fuck...he's a good one..." Bill said, before weakly collapsing into a chair nearby, panting and smirking at Duke who was nearly in hysterics at the view. Duke blinked, tears falling to the ground, there across from him was his boyfriend, happier than he had ever seen him with his mateship, soaked in boar and shark cum, the other men's seed soaking firmly into every delicate area of the Gecko, as Greg let out a heavy huff of air from his nostrils, gripping ahold of the gecko's waist, pulling him upward, and hot-dogging his pulsating bovine cock between his cum spattered cheeks, licking his lips as he gingerly asked Cyril. "You ready...?" Cyril weakly nodded, and flicked his tail upward, Greg's cock gave an extra throb in excitement as Bill's cum dripped from the freshly fucked hole, roughly he gripped harder onto the nearly weightless little lizard, and drove his cock deeply into the stretching, cum filled hole, mixing his warmth with his comrades, sending squelching sounds of adultery through the bar. Duke collapsed, he began to audibly sob, he couldn't bare the sight that came next, the extreme, unmeasurable pleasure that Cyril's face showed as the bull entered his hole, that smile, his tongue falling out of his mouth as he whined out in bliss, everything about the Gecko was pleased, and he knew he would never emulate it.

Greg was not the lover that Bill or Dustin was, he was far rougher, but thankfully Cyril's stretching reptilian ass was very accommodating as the bull's pulsing rod slammed into his guts, pressing into and through his prostate, the Gecko was screaming in a mix of pain and pleasure, mostly the latter as he clawed at the wall, the bovine's incredible strength and dominant thrusts pushing him past Dustin's weakened afterglow basking body and against it, the bull's massive testicles swung and slapped against Cyril's tiny aching and pulsing little cock. "You ready to be mine, bitch, you fucking dirty little slut?" Greg huffed out, his comrades chuckling, as the bull did what he did best, broke a slut. "Y- yes sir!" Cyril whimpered out." "You ready to be my fucking property?!" Greg barked, gripping as tightly as he could on the smooth accepting gecko hips. "YES!" Cyril replied, unable to think let alone sign a contract, verbally would have to do." "Then say bye bye to your bitch boy over there...I'm gonna fucking CLAIM YOU."

Those words echoed through Duke's head like a lobotomy, he audibly wailed out, as he collapsed, watching with one eye through his hands, begging for anything, anyone, to stop this horrible act, stop this torture, as the only thing worse than the Bull's words followed it, from Cyril's mouth. "I'm yours! Breed me daddy!" Duke wailed out as the Prospect lined the gun up with his leg. "Should I boss?" The weak and sweaty Bill simply shook his head and raised his hand. "Nah, he's done, look at that sack of pitiful shit, don't waste a round." Greg, unable to resist, pushed the Gecko firmly against the wall, the dartboard and a few signs fell from their nails as he violently pushed up into Cyril's depths, spraying like a fire hose into the Gecko's depths, screaming out as he pumped spurt after spurt of piping hot bovine cum into the already filled hole, the boar and bull's seeds mixing in the adulterous boy's depths. Cyril joined him, his little cock spraying out in a hands free orgasm, the pure force of Greg's cock filling him with his load coaxing his own out, his squeaks making all three of the bikers who had filled him in one way or another chuckle as he squirted. "Damn, little guy loves ya Greg." Dustin chuckled. Cyril, breathlessly, and in nirvana, simply replied. "I l- love all of you."

Bill, stood up weakly and motioned to the Prospect. "That's how you show respect..." Marty smirked and twirled the handgun backwards, and brought the handle down against the back of the sobbing, heartbroken Duke's head, he collapsed to the floor and whimpered one final time, the last words he could hear before blacking out were "Let's get the new fuckmeat back to the clubhouse..."

Who know how long it had been before Duke woke up, when he sat up, the sun was bright in the sky, and he wasn't on the floor of the bar, he was outside of it, in the grass next to the parking lot of the now closed bar, not a single car in the parking lot but his own. Weakly, Duke got to his feet, his head hurting almost as badly as his heart as he wobbled to his car, a yellow note was placed under the windshield wiper, the heartbroken shark figured it was a ticket, and would of preferred it to what it truly was, a note, as he unfolded it, and recognized the handwriting immediately, another surge of heartbreak slamming his chest as he read it.

'hey dookie, shoulda listened to me and not caused a scene but its okay i found like six or seven better guys and daddy Bill said not to bother calling the cops, the sheriff is just gonna fuck me with the boys‾ oxoxo your ex, Cyril‾'