Initiation, Part 7

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#7 of Initiation

When Cove gets the opportunity to join one of the most exclusive and extreme BDSM clubs, he never imagined the kind of initiation experience he would undergo, or who he would meet because of it. But he has to ask himself, is he ready to complete the challenges (and risk the consequences of failure) that come with official club membership? He'll have to put himself completely at a stranger's mercy to find out.

Woof, this was a fun journey of a commission/art trade for pandacouch on FA featuring his shark Cove! Thank you so much for getting this piece from me and proposing this awesome idea, it was such a pleasure working with you!

Initially this was supposed to be 25,000 words, but I ended up blowing past that and going almost double at over 47K, and I enjoyed writing every bit of it! This is a kink-heavy and sex-lite story (but there are still some steamy sex scenes towards the end!).

CW and Disclaimer: This story contains dubious consent themes as well as semi-accurate depictions of BDSM relationships--I did a fair amount of research on both Safe, Sane, Consensual (SSC) and Risk-Aware Consensual Kink (RACK) and did some cherry-picking/adapting of these themes for the purpose of this story (for instance, I personally strongly advocate for always having a safe word, but Domino, the club portrayed in this story, is very restrictive with the use of safe words). This story is not intended to accurately portray these two schools of thought for kink or be a knowledge resource for BDSM; I drew on these practices for inspiration and thought about how an extreme fetish club like Domino would interpret and customize them as guidelines.

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it, and creepy/wholesome comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. Thanks so much!


There were no windows, no clocks, no watches to sneak a glance at--nothing at all to suggest that the sun had long since set and the moon had risen high. During that time, Cove had been tickled beyond recognition, aroused and had his brain scrambled with pheromones countless times, and had his throat effectively hollowed out by even more dildos; his belly was full to the brim with piss, beer, liquor, and cum; his crotch and ass were zinging and twitching from so much e-stim applied to his slit and prostate; he had been been hooked up to a pair of headphones that gave him a direct line to his patrons describing in graphic detail what they would love to do to him; anal beads had been repeatedly popped in and out of his ass, with each successive bead stretching his hole further and further, making him moan lustfully for hours as his rectum relaxed around the invasive and oh-so-wonderful toys; he had sniffed so many jockstraps and different body odors that his nose was overwhelmed with musk; he had been blinded again for so long, losing himself in the dark void of pure hedonistic pleasure...and all the while he wanted more...more...more...

And then he was finally disconnected from the machinery; the toys that had been filling him from both ends had been removed and stowed away once more; the mask and its tubes had unhooked itself from his face; he'd been relieved of the e-stim pills in his ass and slit; and at last he had been released from the cuffs around his limbs. Dozer was there the whole time, tapping commands on the tablet to fold the accouterments away before he carefully placed Cove's aching arms by his sides and adjusted the sheets on the mattress to tuck him in.

"Did you have a good day, kid?" the Saint Bernard asked gently.

Cove was too exhausted and his throat was too sore for him to do anything more than smile and nod gratefully. His handler smiled down at him and patted his head paternally.

"Get some rest, and don't you go anywhere."

After Dozer heavily padded toward the door and turned off the light on his way out, the weary tiger shark sighed and closed his eyes...he didn't remember nodding off, he was just resting...just a little bit of shut-eye was all he needed...the mattress supporting him seemed to fade away, to something more...fluid, more ethereal, more...bouyant...

He was in the water. Cove had been here before; he remembered having run to the beach, shedding his clothes carelessly and tossing them along the sand dunes on his way to the water. The sand had been gritty and grainy beneath his toes, but so soft, so cushiony, and then it gave way to the warm sea he had flung himself into. He had dived beneath the waves, striking out beyond the dark whitecaps and the breakers, swimming and swimming for so long; he usually needed air to breathe, but somehow he didn't need to surface tonight...not until he wanted to...

He was bobbing along on his back, gazing up at the tapestry of stars, iridescent diamonds set into the inky vault above him. Naked and alone, all thoughts of the far-off shore completely forgotten, Cove spread his arms and legs, letting the waves carry him further out to sea. His cock had emerged from his slit, proudly standing up from his groin like a tall ship's mast. Cove looked down momentarily--his length throbbed and twitched, and he could feel the heat from it in his crotch. It was as if the appendage was consciously happy for its unbridled erection, openly and proudly beating with strong pulses of gratitude and pent up pleasure.

The tiger shark sighed as he looked up again. Strands of solar particles danced across the sky, forming ribbons of windswept auroras beneath the stars. There was nothing separating Cove from the world of water and sky; he was a simple speck, merely a spark of consciousness exposed and adrift on the border between the vast oceans below him and the yawning cosmos above.

It was glorious--the thrill of wonder pounded through him. Cove felt a swelling in his chest, yes, but beyond that, it was as if his entire being, down to his very essence, was filling with exuberance and...purpose. An exalting, radiant stream of energy was flowing through him, from the soles of his feet to the tips of his fingers, making him feel weightless and luminous--here he was free, free to let go, free to be purely natural and uninhibited, to embrace himself and be embraced by the world in turn. He wanted to cry, to laugh, to scream and splash the water and to fly, to shed his skin and release the raw, unrefined, shining core trapped within him, to simply...explode with joy.

The ocean was cradling him, a gargantuan father holding him like a tiny, newborn whelp. He felt utterly helpless, but immeasurably cared for, as if the seas were protecting him, nurturing him...exploring him...

The waves that had once crashed over Cove now lapped and caressed him with a finesse impossible for water to possess. A heavy band of water was encircling his chest, holding him close--it didn't pull him down into the depths, it simply anchored him in place while another deft wave was pulsing over his erection, slickly squeezing on the base and stroking up to the tip of his length before returning to the opening of his slit and dipping within his intimate space. Cove moaned and arched his back against the sea. The water beneath him was firm, supportive and strong--it didn't allow him to sink...would never allow him to sink...

The deep rumbling of a leviathan passing under him made his whole body vibrate from the sound, as if he was lying on an enormous bass guitar and someone had just plucked the E string. He was shaking to the very essence of his being in a way that was so tantalizing, so simultaneously relaxing and stimulating. The stroking on his cock grew faster, more insistent, while the water around his chest hugged him tighter, just barely threatening to crush him from the pressure. Heat rose within Cove's body, the seas around him began to churn and boil as he twisted and writhed and danced in the ocean's grip, and yet it held him firm, delicately flicking over the column of sensitive flesh between his legs. He was panting, laboring as he rapidly inhaled and exhaled--his body wanted to release itself, to erupt in a crescendo of ecstasy as he lost himself...he was so close...

"No...I...want..." Cove moaned, feeling the water around him solidify into...into...

Warm fur.

A strong chest and girthy belly under his back, rising and falling in time with his own breathing.

Coming to from his dream, Cove blearly opened his eyes as he felt the most wonderful, familiar, exhilarating pressure in his loins. Upon first glance in the dimly lit room, he saw he was still on his mattress, but he was propped up, hugged tight in a sturdy, unyeilding hold, with a massive arm over his chest. Tree trunk-like legs lay next to his, framing his lower body, and another giant arm had drifted down to his groin, where a strong hand was slickly stroking his engorged cock; fast, wet lulk-lulk-lulk-lulk sounds of broad paw pads on his lubed dick filled the room, and Cove groaned as he felt the fingers squeeze teasingly on the corona of his glans before forcefully pulling down to the base of his penis.

"Oh, I know what you want, Chomper," Dozer's voice rolled like sweet thunder from above Cove's head.

Cove leaned back in his handler's embrace, closing his eyes and submitting to the pleasure the Saint Bernard was giving him...had clearly been giving him for quite some time, considering how (almost) painfully hard the tiger shark's erection was; all eight, meaty, slippery inches throbbed and twitched with unbearable need in Dozer's enormous hand. He huffed and moaned.

"Oh, please...Sir...that's so good."

"Sshh..." Dozer soothingly chided before planting a light kiss on the side of Cove's face. He continued masturbating the tiger shark, teasing him as he brought Cove to the edge; he tantrically rubbed the underside of Cove's dick, just under the head, in circular motions, before stroking up and down, then rubbing over the helmet head of his glans repeatedly. "You know, I enjoyed digging around in your sheath while you were sleeping," he murmured, pulling Cove's dick downward as he kept stroking--the tiger shark huffed as he felt the pressure on the base of his cock increase from Dozer bending it forward. "Pulling out your chastity dam...coaxing you out, making your cock grow in my hand...such a good, little cock you have, kid...it's less manhood and more boyhood compared to mine, but I know a good cock when I see it...the boys you spent all that time topping would have been satisfied with this piece...no doubt about that... but from now on, you won't use these eight little inches unless I say so...you've been leaking all over, making a mess..."

Cove groaned when Dozer's fingertip skillfully swirled on the lips of his urethra, and the tiger shark felt a fresh coating of pre slicking up his skin under the Saint Bernard's rough paw pads.

"...I really should punish you for that."

Cove rested his head on Dozer's chest languidly, unable to do anything more than look pleadingly up at his handler.

"Would you like me to punish you, Chomper?"

Cove nodded.

"Say it, kid." Dozer's hand smoothly glided up and down along the natural curve of the shaft in his grip, drawing out more slick, wet sounds and pushing Cove even closer to the brink. "A good boy asks for it."

"Would you...please...punish me, Sir?" Cove panted, nearly overwhelmed from the pleasure.

Dozer chuckled, his musclegut bouncing under Cove. "Are you sure that's what you want, Chomper?"

"Yes, Sir...I...deserve it."

"Well, far be it from me not to mete out a punishment my boy's earned," Dozer murmured lustfully. He tilted his head, contemplating the pulsing, erect cock in his hand. "But...I think you're going to have to wait...at least a little bit longer for your real punishment."

Cove could barely interpret what Dozer meant, he was too lost in the beginning throes of ecstasy. He just needed a little more...a little more to get over the edge...

But instead, Dozer quickly removed his hand, leaving Cove's unattended cock twitching angrily for a second before he plucked a thick ring from under the sheets next to his leg--Cove hadn't noticed the implement before. And in a flash, Dozer slid the ring snugly over the head of Cove's dick, down to his crotch, and pushed it even further--with a soft squelch and a gasp from Cove at the sudden intrusion--past the lips of his slit so it sat tightly around the very root of the tiger shark's penis. Cove squirmed at the sensation of his slit being so cramped and full, but with Dozer's arm still around his chest, he wasn't going anywhere.

"Almost done, kid," Dozer told him, roughly digging a finger down into his slit, where he pressed on the ring.

Instantly, Cove's sense of pleasure increased by tenfold, almost blinding him from the overload, and he jolted and shook in Dozer's grasp. "Oh fuck!" he yelped.

"Yeah, that's something new, isn't it?" Dozer smirked while he held Cove tightly to his chest as the tiger shark took a moment to recover.

"Oh...I...ugh, Sir, what was that?" Cove huffed, still feeling the shockwaves of pleasure surge through his body--it was as if he was in a constant state of near-orgasm, just on the edge with everything about to erupt in a glorious explosion, but there was no actual climax. His cock continued to throb hard, both refusing to flag and refusing to fire.

"It's a nifty little toy made exclusively for Domino members," Dozer said, now curling his other arm around Cove's chest, so he was completely embracing the tiger shark. He swayed comfortingly from side to side while Cove continued to adjust to the new sensation. "There are microdermal needles in it that keep the ring locked into place--I'm the only one who can release it for you."

Cove's eyes widened--there were needles sticking into his dick right now? But he couldn't feel them. In fact, the only thing he could feel in addition to the pleasure wracking his body was the general tightness of the ring.

"You don't even need to think about those needles," Dozer said, probably sensing Cove's consternation. He rubbed the tiger shark's chest soothingly as he continued, "They're coated with an anesthetic, so you don't feel a thing, and they're feeding you a mix of hormones right now that are you keeping you right on the edge of cumming and preventing you from blowing that load."

"So...as long as I've got it on, I'm going to stay like this?"

"Hard and horny beyond belief, and no way to get off," Dozer confirmed with a chuckle. "You can jerk it all you want, but you're not cumming without my say-so, kid."

Cove paused, trying to come to grips with both the inordinate pleasure he was feeling and his new situation--he was stuck with this thing on his cock...but then, there were far worse things Dozer could be doing to him.

After another few minutes of Cove simply breathing and relaxing into his handler's embrace, Dozer groaned and made moves to stand. "Alright, let's get rolling, Chomper."

He helped the tiger shark up from the bed--Cove shakily got to his feet, and Dozer placed a possessive hand on Cove's shoulder to help keep him steady.

"I hope you got some good rest before. You're going to need your energy for today, you're going into the meat grinder."

Cove looked up at his handler quizzically. The meat grinder? He wasn't going to get actually chopped up into little pieces, was he? His exhausted and still-overwhelmed brain was having trouble keeping up, and it was all he could do to just follow Dozer out of the room. Well, "follow" was being generous--Cove was still so new to the sensations in his body (and still so exhausted) that Dozer had to practically drag him out of the room by the shoulder. The tiger shark blinked under the glaring lights of the outside hallway, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he trudged along with Dozer down the hall, past the other doors for the remaining glory hole stalls. His hard cock wagged heavily in front of him, but Cove forced himself to push it from his mind. Instead, he looked at the doors he was walking past--he saw that a few of the rooms were in use, and he wondered for a moment if any of the other initiates for Domino were beyond those doors, being used by anonymous patrons while their handlers watched.

They continued down the hall until they emerged in the main room that led to the staff lounge and back out to the customer glory hole alley. However, instead of the lounge or the glory hole alley, Dozer led Cove over to the row of doors adjacent to the staff lounge. He pressed a hand on the tablet next to the second door down, and Cove watched the palm reader scan the Saint Bernard's hand before the door unlocked with a click. Dozer pushed through, leading Cove in with him, where they entered a freight elevator. Dozer tapped the red button on the wall, and the elevator began a smooth and slow descent.

"When you're a member of Domino, you have to be ready for anything," Dozer started while the exposed walls around the elevator slid by. Cove looked up at his handler, ready to take in his every word. "It's important to be willing, even when you don't know what someone else wants. A cute young thing like you, people are going to want to use you for the sickest acts imaginable. And they won't always tell you what they're going to do or ask for your consent. It's your place to please them, to go along with what they want, without question."

Dozer looked down at Cove, his gaze no longer paternal or supportive--it was dominating, authoritarian. "This is what you signed up for."

Cove hesitated, then meekly asked, "It's...what you signed up for too, though, isn't it, Sir?"

Dozer shook his head. "Remember what I told you about initiation getting you into the perfect mindset for the club?"

"Yes, Sir."

"We knew that your place was to be a cum-dumpster, just like they knew that my place was to be the one filling cum-dumpsters like you," Dozer told him. "So while you and I both signed up for membership, I signed up for a very different experience than what you're going to get."

Dozer looked forward again, staring at the elevator shaft walls that slid by in front of him. "I'm telling you this to prepare you. I see great things from you, so when we get to where we're going, don't disappoint me, kid. You know how high the stakes are."

Cove gulped, but he replied confidently, "Yes, Sir. I won't let you down."

"Good boy."

The two of them lapsed into silence for another minute, until the elevator reached the bottom of the shaft. When the door opened, Cove saw that they'd reached a level that looked like a scene from a dimly lit bathhouse--soft clouds of steam rolled over a tiled floor, a shallow pool lay in the middle of the room, and above, there was a black ceiling with small, twinkling LED lights set into it, as if replicating a night sky. Cove's eyebrows rose--there was no way this was a coincidence. He'd been dreaming earlier of swimming under the stars, and now...

"Alright, Chomper, in."

The tiger shark hesitated for a moment, still taking in the view.

"Now." Dozer's voice was firm as he shoved Cove forward, and the naked tiger shark stumbled for a second before catching himself and stepping out of the elevator.

His feet lightly slapped over the wet tile floor while Dozer's heavy footsteps sounded behind him. As he drew closer to the dimly lit pool, Cove saw that there were two tall, bulky, shadowy figures standing on the far side of the room, hidden in the gloom just beyond the water's edge.

Dozer came to a stop, and Cove followed suit--they remained across the pool from the shadowy forms, who parted ways and began to walk around the pool. While his eyes adjusted to the low light, Cove began to distinguish that the figure approaching from his right was a lop-eared rabbit, as muscled as Cove himself; the figure on the left was a burly zebra, his keg-like belly a smaller version of Dozer's own musclegut. Both the zebra and rabbit were completely nude, the rabbit's cock standing proudly from his sheath while the zebra's thick, equine penis drooped under its own weight. The rabbit's long ears, the zebra's tail, and both sets of cocks and balls swayed as they crept closer through the dark, until they halted on either side of Cove and Dozer, their arms folded, appraising the two of them. No...Cove nervously looked from one to the other, realizing that they were gazing pointedly at just him.

"Chomper, this is Master Seraph," Dozer said, his voice echoing off the tiled floor and walls as he directed Cove's attention towards the rabbit. The rabbit nodded in acknowledgement before Dozer guided Cove's gaze to the zebra, continuing, "and Master Bask. Serve them however they see fit."

With that, Dozer stepped back, leaving Cove alone between the two men who were ogling him, devouring him with their eyes. Hopeful for some last reassurance, Cove glanced behind him to see Dozer retreating into the darkness, becoming nothing but a silhouette, a dark shape outlined by the starry lights on the curved ceiling above and behind him. Whatever reassurance he was looking for wasn't coming...

But Cove's attention was brought back to the here and now when Seraph and Bask stepped closer to him, with the hunky rabbit placing a strong hand on the tiger shark's shoulder, while the beefy zebra gripped Cove's ass tightly. Cove could feel the rise in temperature around him from the body heat these two men were putting out, and he arched his back to push his butt further into Bask's hands while raising his face up as Seraph cupped his chin with his free hand.

"Mm, pert young thing," the zebra murmured, his steamy breath landing warmly and heavily on Cove's shoulder.

"Seems pliable enough," the rabbit observed, squeezing Cove's chin and cheeks to squish his lips outward. Cove searched Seraph's eyes--he wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he saw no kindness in the gaze glaring down at him. "Hmm..."

Seraph released Cove's chin and immediately smacked him across the face, turning Cove's head from the force of the hit.

"Ah!" Cove gasped, his eyes wide--his cheek stung and he automatically drew his head back a fraction of an inch, but he stopped himself from retreating any further; he could feel Dozer's eyes locked on him. If this was how Cove was to serve his two masters, he didn't want to disappoint his handler in the slightest. What was more, to his surprise, his cock had twitched from the pain.

"Did that hurt, slave?" the rabbit asked coldly.

Cove glanced at Seraph again, then nodded. "Yes, Sir."

The muscular rabbit chuckled cruelly. "Want another?"

Cove didn't know exactly what would be the result of letting his pain get the better of him and refusing, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be good. What was more, he wanted--no, he had to, at all costs--to please his handler...to succeed...not only for Dozer, but for himself. This was what he had signed up for, after all. If he backed out now, after everything he had been through thus far...

He took a breath while he felt Bask begin kneading his ass like bread dough, and a bolt of desire surged through his loins. "Yes...please, Sir."

SMACK.

Seraph wasted no time, his open palm striking Cove's cheek again and bringing tears to the tiger shark's eyes; Cove felt his dick jump again from the sting. "That's a good slave," the rabbit said as Cove recovered and looked at him. Seraph raised his hand again, but this time he lightly patted the side of Cove's face, as if petting a dog. "Nice and sturdy--I think we can work with that."

With a strength Cove hadn't been expecting, Seraph shoved hard on the tiger shark's shoulders, forcing his knees to buckle; Cove crumpled to the ground with an "oof", his still-hard and throbbing cock getting sandwiched between his navel and the warm tiled floor. Bask went down with him, keeping his hands on Cove's ass and effectively pinning him stomach-down on the ground. Cove tried to look up, but his view was immediately blocked out by Seraph's large foot landing on his face.

"Now that's a nice footrest," Seraph mused, grinding the ball of his foot on top of Cove's muzzle while his large toes flexed and drummed over the tiger shark's eyes. The smooth beans on Seraph's paw rubbed against the sandpaper-like texture of Cove's skin, eliciting a light chuckle from the rabbit. "Mmm, he's even exfoliating a little."

Bask's thumbs dug in on Cove's ass, applying enough pressure to hit upon a couple of nerve bundles in the tiger shark's glutes. Cove drew a deep breath, trying to cope with the sensation in his rump--as he did so, he inhaled the semi-sour and salty musk practically dripping from Seraph's paw. His eyes rolled back in pleasure, the scent flooding his nostrils as wonderfully as the pheromones did earlier; the sweaty, borderline cheesy odor was intoxicating.

"Hehe, I could play with this all day, he's like a little stress ball," Bask rumbled from behind Cove. The zebra gently rolled Cove's hips from side to side, waggling the tiger shark's thick tail in the process as he continued to play with the ass in front of him like a toy.

Seraph, meanwhile, insistently tapped his foot on Cove's face. "Well?"

Cove didn't need any further prompting. On instinct, he reached up and grabbed the sides of Seraph's broad paw, pulling it in even further to really smush it against his face. He huffed and sniffed, digging his nose into the crevices between the rabbit's large, round toes; he breathed heavily along the sole, his warm breath tickling over the sensitive paw pads. Then Cove opened his mouth and let his tongue loll out. Losing himself in the scent and taste, the tiger shark lazily swayed his head from side to side as he lapped over every inch he had been given. His cock throbbed hard underneath him, but he paid it no mind, choosing instead to focus on savoring the musky, heady flavors seeping into his tastebuds. He manipulated Seraph's foot so it rested just in front of his mouth...and then opened wide to admit the rabbit's toes, sucking on them like dumplings. He did his best to keep his sharp teeth from poking too much into Seraph's toes, but Cove couldn't stop himself from just barely nibbling on them, tantalizing and teasing the rabbit. His tongue wormed between each digit, slathering them with generous helpings of saliva and rolling them around for every square centimeter of tangy and pungent deliciousness.

"That's the way, slave," Seraph crooned, holding himself steady and smugly watching the tiger shark under him worship his paw.

While Cove continued snuffling and slurping over Seraph's foot, Bask finished teasing the tiger shark's ass and began making moves towards his target. With his large, skillful hands, the zebra parted Cove's cheeks and held the plump tail out of his way to see the loose pucker of his hole. Bask licked his lips, then leaned down and dipped his chin to slide along the cleft of Cove's ass. He grinned to himself when he felt Cove wiggle at the sensation of his coarse, bristled chin lightly scratching over delicate, tender skin, a clear sign that the tiger shark was desperate for more. Bask dragged his chin and lips down to Cove's taint, then slowly drew back up; his tongue slid out, wetly trailing along the soft valley between Cove's glutes, until he finally circled around the sweat-laced rim.

Cove, still entranced by Seraph's paw, involuntarily relaxed when he felt Bask teasing his hole; he wanted--no, needed--the long, equine tongue to penetrate him. He needed it badly, and his hips lifted from the floor in an open display of offering himself up.

Bask obliged when he felt Cove's pelvis rise and his sphincter loosen even more. The zebra groaned and huffed as he dug his tongue past the once-tight ring of muscle, jamming his tongue into the warm, fleshy tunnel. His dextrous lips nibbled and sucked on Cove's hole, drawing up the lips of the tiger shark's anus into his mouth as his tongue explored deeper and swirled around within Cove's depths. Cove moaned around the large rabbit's foot that was still in his mouth--the feeling was indescribable. It was as if the zebra knew exactly where to slurp, where to huff, where to press and prod, how to wriggle his tongue like a snake feeding itself into his guts; Cove nearly saw stars when he felt Bask's tongue flick back and forth over his prostate, teasing the button and circling around it. His hole opened wider, and after another minute of panting from the taste on his tongue and the incredible treatment his ass was getting, Cove moaned again; Bask had wedged his chin and the end of his muzzle--effectively his whole mouth--into his ass, spreading him wide. The zebra was like a man dying of thirst who had been given an orange, messily and unashamedly smushing his face into the open half of the fruit to suck up the juice and gnaw on the pulp. Cove's eyes rolled back in his head as Bask continued eating him out with gusto.

For a while, the only sounds in the room were Cove's sloppy licking over Seraph's foot, Bask's loud and lewd slurps and moans in the tiger shark's rump, and Seraph's occasional chuckles--Cove couldn't hear a thing from Dozer, but by this point, he was too enraptured with what was being done to him to really care; just as long as he wasn't disappointing his handler. And so far, he had no reason to think he had done so.

Eventually, Bask drew back with a squelch and a shuddering gasp.

"Hooo, fuck," the zebra exhaled heavily, the smell and taste of Cove's ass still fresh in his nostrils and on his tongue. He licked his lips as he caught his breath. "God damn..."

"Good stuff?" Seraph asked sardonically.

"Better than I expected." Bask huffed. His face was sopping wet with his own spit, but he paid it no mind. He gazed down at the gaping hole he had been eating--Cove subtly wagged his hips from side to side, an invitation for more. But Bask simply slid his thumb up along Cove's taint and into the abyss, gently stroking the insides of the tiger shark's rectum as the saliva-slicked orifice winked around his thick digit before relaxing again. "He's more stretched than I thought he'd be," the zebra observed. "If his hole's like this..."

"Then that throat is probably aching to be filled, too," Seraph finished contemplatively.

Without warning, the rabbit pulled his foot out of the dazed tiger shark's muzzle with a pop, leaving a trail of saliva from Cove's lips to Seraph's toes, while Bask pushed himself up from the floor. Cove, whose eyes had been closed in pleasure until now, opened his eyes just in time to see Seraph's foot swinging towards him for a kick to his side.

"Oof!" Cove grunted and rolled.

Seraph kicked again, striking Cove in the navel and forcing him to roll more.

Cove clutched his stomach protectively, but Seraph kicked once more...

SPLASH!

Cove spluttered as he fell into the pool, having rolled into it from the rabbit's powerful kicks. To his surprise, he found it was just under three feet deep; he stood from the shallow bottom, coughing and clearing the water from his eyes, where he then felt a tight grip on the back of his head. Recovering himself, Cove opened his eyes again to see that Seraph had grabbed him and was pulling him downward as the strong rabbit settled to sit on the edge of the pool. While he held Cove in place with his vise-like grip on the tiger shark's neck, Seraph reached for Cove's mouth with his free hand, where he tickled his lips before sliding his fingers inside; Seraph ran his digits along the base of Cove's teeth, tickling over the gums.

"Mmm, get a load of those pearly whites," Seraph mused as he pulled down on Cove's bottom lip, exposing the row of knife-like teeth. He snickered, and Cove momentarily glanced down to see the rabbit's cock twitching eagerly. "The damage you could do with these...get someone off and then give them a trim right after..."

Cove's heart thumped in his chest, and he breathed heavily as his mouth began to water. Was the muscular rabbit suggesting what he thought?

"Man, do you really want him to hear you say that?" Bask chuckled, now kneeling by the rabbit's side.

"Can't help it, being a prey animal and playing with a predator like this," Seraph returned. With a devious grin on his face, the rabbit forced his hand over the tiger shark's teeth and pinched his tongue playfully, wagging it back and forth within Cove's mouth.

The tiger shark could do nothing but huff around the big fingers probing his maw. Seraph simply teased along his palate and the roof of his mouth as if he was exploring the nooks and crannies of a new toy...before his fingers ventured forward and tapped against the entrance to Cove's throat. "Plus, I bet he's real hungry," Seraph added, feeling around the wet confines of the tiger shark's upper digestive tract. Cove's esophagus had been so thoroughly filled and trained earlier that there wasn't even a hint of a gag reflex--instead, Cove gulped before opening his throat wide, allowing Seraph to feel the yawning chasm expanding under his fingers.

"Yeah, definitely aching to be filled," Seraph noted smugly.

In a flash, he whipped his fingers out of Cove's mouth and rammed the tiger shark's head down into his crotch, perfectly aligning Cove's still-open muzzle with his seven-inch cock. Cove's nose sank down until it hit Seraph's groin; his lips encircled the opening of the rabbit's sheath, and he felt the thick, rounded head of Seraph's dick glide along his tongue and slip into his throat with no effort at all. Seraph held onto either side of his head, quickly raising it and lowering it like a jackhammer, as if Cove were nothing more than a fleshlight...until the tiger shark started to naturally follow the rhythm, and the rabbit eventually released his hold, opting to simply rest his hands on Cove's shoulders. He grinned lustfully at the loud, wet, rapid glk-glk-glk-glk-glk sounds echoing around the tiled room as his cock dipped in and out of Cove's throat.

Cove curled the sides of his tongue around the cock he serviced, enveloping it in warmth and wetness, in a tight, fleshy wrapper before it sank into the loose void of his throat. He could taste the acrid remains of urine and the beginning flow of semi-sweet pre leaking from Seraph's urethra--he moaned as he felt his chin rest momentarily on the rabbit's plump testicles every time he brought his head down, and the dick in his muzzle throbbed while his own cock wagged up and down in the water from his movements.

Bask, meanwhile, hopped down into the pool, sending more ripples and waves outward--the pool was shallow enough that the water came midway up his scrotum, and he easily waded over to Cove's backside. For a minute or two, he watched the tiger shark bob his head up and down eagerly along Seraph's length, simply enjoying the show. Then the burly zebra reached down between Cove's spread legs--he replaced his thumb in the tiger shark's hole, letting it welcome his digit inside. With his other hand, he roughly grabbed Cove's dick from behind, pulled it backwards towards him, and began roughly stroking it to a brisk pace, as if milking the tiger shark. Bask grinned as he heard Cove moan louder from the treatment, and he pushed his thumb even deeper into Cove's ass, wiggling it just millimeters away from his prostate.

"Mmmmmmfff!" Cove's deep groan echoed loudly around the dim, steam-filled chamber.

"Just a little too noisy, though," Seraph chuckled before he slid into the water; Cove continued repeatedly burying his face in Seraph's crotch. The rabbit began to crouch, and he placed his hands on Cove's shoulders...then pushed down.

Cove took a deep breath before his head went under the water--he slowed his tempo, his head bobbing turning more languid as he swirled his tongue around Seraph's dick, simply suckling on it and gulping around it rather than excessively thrusting his head up and down.

But Seraph's hands stayed firmly on his shoulders.

Was...was he going to let Cove surface anytime soon?

Cove groaned, streaming air bubbles his nose as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over him from Bask's relentless milking--he felt the zebra plop his thumb out of his hole, only to immediately replace it with two fingers, twisting them around in his rectum and pushing on his prostate in earnest now.

But Seraph didn't let him up.

Cove continued sucking, but after a while his lungs began to ache, and more air trickled from his nose. He lapped over the dick in his mouth, but he'd need to breathe soon...

And then, in his stupor, he remembered: Gills.

Of course he hadn't thought of them sooner--when was the last time he'd gone swimming and needed to use his gills? The most frequent interactions he had with water were his showers and maybe a soak in the hot tub at the gym. He'd become such a city boy; it had been years since those trips to the neighborhood pool when he was younger, and he couldn't remember the last time he had taken a trip to the ocean--if he were suddenly transported to a jungle, Cove had a hunch he wouldn't last one day, considering he'd forgotten about an actual body part that was perfect for this situation.

Shaking off his embarrassment, Cove closed his eyes for a moment of focus--pure instinct kicked in, as if he'd simply mounted a bicycle he hadn't ridden in ages, and the slits in his neck opened; oxygen-rich water surged past his gills, allowing him to breathe while he continued servicing Seraph's erection. He rolled his tongue around the rabbit's glans, teasing the corona before resuming his head bobbing, occasionally clamping down on the base of Seraph's dick with his lips curled over his teeth. Cove held onto the rabbit's toned waist and obliques, working with Seraph to keep himself underwater as he rolled his head from side to side, humming and thrumming in his throat to vibrate the erection stretching his esophagus. He worked in a steady rhythm, practically making love to Seraph's cock with his mouth. And all the while, Bask was still fingering him, thrusting his digits in and out of his ass in sync with his fast strokes along Cove's length. Cove groaned when he felt the zebra add a third finger, rotating his hand on each downward thrust into his hole...

Then Cove spluttered.

Seraph had caught on--while Cove had been distracted by dutifully pleasuring him, the rabbit removed his hands from Cove's shoulders and clamped them around the tiger shark's throat, flattening his gills and preventing them from separating out the oxygen in the water.

Cove thrashed, but Seraph held him steady in an iron grip.

The tiger shark tried to pull himself away from the rabbit's groin, but Seraph kept his face planted firmly in his crotch, preventing him from going anywhere.

Water...there was too much water...

Cove bucked again when he felt Bask's fingers pull out of his hole...then something blunt and broad pushed itself against his sphincter. Cove inadvertently opened his mouth in pleasure when the zebra's girthy cock started entering him, pushing his insides out of the way as it sluggishly slid inside.

Desperate, the tiger shark tried thrashing once more, but...he was tired...he'd used up too much of what little oxygen he'd had left...and Bask's furious stroking on his cock just felt so good...

He began to settle...his vision was just starting to fog...everything seemed to slow...he had only a little air left, just enough to...to...