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The Diamond Ring was, by and far, the fanciest gay strip club Jab and Big Slammu had ever seen. While neither of them frequented such places, they could both appreciate that this was above and beyond.The walls were nicely painted, the floors were dark marble, and the entire place felt like a regal casino rather than a place to have sex. The two Street Sharks stepped out on to the main floor to see a gathering of people dressed in everything from nice suits to skimpy bondage gear. It was impossible to tell who was an employee or a guest though, as people in both extremes of attire sauntered through the room, being paid for some time in the back rooms.

"I really don't like this. There's no way this could be the real Moby and Streex!" Slammu grumbled, doing his best to avoid eye contact with anyone other than Jab. The big guy was clearly just as uncomfortable as his younger brother, especially under the gaze of the patrons. "We should just leave, this is pointless." He continued. He turned and headed for the door, but Jab caught him by the arm, giving him a serious look.

"We don't have to 'enjoy' anything here. We just have to stay for the main show and make absolutely sure its not them. Our only lead said he'd overheard them talking about his place, and it just so happens there's a sign advertising both Moby and Streex. That can't just be coincidence."

Slammu growled and sighed, turning back to face the club. People nearby were still staring, making both he and Jab feel nervous. This was going to be a long, long steakout. Slammu headed off towards the large bar on the right side of the hall, being careful to avoid anyone that came their way. They both received a few gropes and comments, but either a dirty look or annoyed comment drove away their pursuers.

The two sat at the bar for a long while, deflecting patrons and workers alike that were mistaking them for tonights big act, just waiting for the show to start. They talked a bit, messed with their phones, and generally tried to forget they were in a gay strip club. Time passed slowly, but they managed to tough things out until the main show started.

The stage in the middle of the room was cleared, and the dancers were seated on patron's laps. After turning away several, both Sharks looked at the stage when the lights dimmed. Deep, bass-rich music started to pound from the nearby speakers, and two spotlights focused on a panel opening in the middle of the stage. Slammu and Jab stood from their seats to look out over the crowd, wanting a good view...

Both of them wished they hadn't.

Moby and Streex were back-to-back, feet tapping along with the music. They were grinning at the crowd, starting to sway to the beat of the music when the platform rose to its stopping point. They wore nothing but bare-bones bondage gear; Leather straps across their chests, cuffs around their arms and legs, and tight pairs of latex speedos. They began to saunter off in opposite directions, heading for the poles at either end of the stage. They started to dance, twirling and whirling around the poles, spinning and grinding. They were hard within seconds, cocks bulging against their latex prisons. Whatever it was they were wearing, the material acted like a living condom. It squeezed and conformed to the shapes of their cocks, Streex's even splitting down the middle to cover each of his shafts individually.

Moby's latex-covered cock wrapped around his pole, being used as a sort of third arm. It was clearly driving him up the wall, pre leaking from the tip like a faucet and moans escaping from his grinning beak. The crowd on his side of the stage went wild, cheering, whooping and... Well, doing a few more carnal things as well. He rolled and worked his hips, practically humping the pole before wrapping one leg around it and extending the other to twirl down in a display of core muscle strength, blowing kisses to the crowd as he went.

Streex was currently grinding his cocks on either side of his pole, using his muscular arms to pull himself up, wrap his legs around the pole, and spin in a circle down. Once his crowd was warmed up, he started to step up his game. He pressed his shoulder and back to the pole and gripped above himself, flexing his core hard and flipping up. He locked his legs around the pole and flipped his chest outward, spinning and sliding slowly down the pole with his torso straight out, cocks pressed against it and leaking pre on to the floor.

Jab and Slammu were both utterly stunned and speechless. Their mouths were agape, their eyes wide, and their brains unable to comprehend what they were seeing. If they'd had their wits about them, they'd have closed their mouths as to not be seen as an invitation, but most of the club was thankfully focused on the lewd show in the middle of the room. The brothers looked at each other, their stomach turning. This was bad. Very bad.

"Why the hell are they doing this!? They're ruining our good name!" Slammu cried, angrily jumping to his feet. He's started toward the stage, intent on stopping this horrific sexual display his brother and friend were putting on when Jab again grabbed his arm. The smaller Shark shook his head, pulling Slammu back towards the bar.

"The damage has already been done, making a scene here will only make things worse! I know it sucks and its disgusting, but we need to wait for the end of the show and confront them backstage. I have a sneaking suspicion they aren't going to tell two more Street Sharks to go away if they ask to be let in."

Big Slammu scowled, glaring at the two Street Sharks on stage one last time before begrudgingly taking his seat back at the bar, ordering two straight shots of vodka. If he was going to have to sit through this shameful night, he at least wanted to have trouble remembering all of it. Jab gave Streex and Moby one more forlorn look, and honestly, he wished he hadn't. He got a perfect view of Moby arching his back, cock flailing and firing off ropes of cum in to the cheering, horny crowd. Streex gave his pole one last thrust and did the same, cocks pointing out in different directions and hitting the sides of his own crowd.

Jab quickly averted his gaze, blushing. He never thought that would be something he'd be forced to see, and yet the image was now burned in to his mind, making his stomach lurch slightly. Big Slammu must have seen it as well, because the shot glass in his hand shattered in his grip, leaving a few drops of blood to spill on to the bar.

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"Hey, stop you two!"

Slammu swore under his breath when Streex and Moby just kept walking through the tightly packed corridor of performers and gigolos, receiving a few gropes and giggles that went entirely ignored. Jab was close behind and using his bigger brother as a sort of shield, but his exposed rear still received a number of gropes and pokes, much to his chagrin. Big Slammu kept pushing through the crowd, slowly gaining on his brother and his friend. They ducked into a door marked with a bright, garish star, and Slammu was right behind them, simply kicking it in. He stormed into the room, smell of vodka on his breath and movements a little off balanced. Jab had tried to warn him, but the big whale shark refused to listen and kept downing shots one after another as the show went on. Jab, thankfully, had the sense to at least push the door closed. He did not, however, hear the 'click' of an unbroken lock trapping them inside over the roar of Slammu's angry shouting.

"Just what in the fuck are you two thinking, pulling shit like this!?" He bellowed, stomping towards a grinning, sweaty Streex and Moby. Jab was again close behind him, ready to intervene if he got too violent. Looks like he'd be the one playing voice of reason for Slammu this time... Man, he wished Ripster was here to help deal with this.

"Why, we're just doing what Master wills us to. Master's will is our will." Moby replied, grinning wider. "A good pet obeys, and Master has commanded pet to catch his brothers..." Streex sighed, shivering in delight. Slammu let out an angry bellow and, before Jab could stop him, took a swing at Moby, shouting; "Snap out of it you assholes!"

His heavy fist was easily dodged, his attack practically telegraphed due to his inebriated state. Moby ducked right, and tackled the large shark. Slammu grunted and stumbled, unable to stay on his feet. He fell back into an expensive looking dresser, breaking the doors in and scattering skimpy clothing across the floor. Jab moved to intercept, but Streex slipped in behind him, putting him in a Nelson hold and squeezing tight.

"H-Hey, get off! What are you doing, Streex?!" Jab cried, unable to escape his stronger brother. The Tiger Shark just grinned, and squeezed tighter. Jab continued to struggle for a minute before he felt something moving against his back. At first he thought it was Streex's still-stiff cocks, but the feeling spread up his back and over his shoulders! The shark looked down to see slick, black latex creeping across his neck now, and he struggled all the harder! This seemed to trigger a response from Streex, because he giggled and moved from a wrestling hold to a bear hug, nearly crushing Jab's ribs! The stunned hammerhead could do nothing but watch and feel the latex bondage gear Streex was wearing suddenly arch over to his own body, now gooey and dripping. It started to stretch over his torso, covering it in a layer of shiny latex and almost thrumming softly.

Streex let go of his brother and stepped back, just continuing to grin and watch, his now naked cocks throbbing at the sight. Jab tried to claw the stuff off his chest, but it only clung to his hands, thick strands connected to the main mass allowing it to spread up his arms. Jab tried to use his powerful jaws to tear the stuff apart when it crept up in to his mouth, but it just coated his teeth and dulled them. it slid deeper into his mouth and started to form a shape, and... God damn it, it was forming a cock-gag! He tried to bite down, but all that did was make it shift around, pining his tongue down.

When the latex creeping across his arms finally met, they were forced to his sides with surprising strength. Jab stumbled from the sudden shift in balance and fell on his side, arms sticking to the latex that now completely covered his torso and pinning them in place. His head was shortly covered as well, eyes and nose left uncovered, and thus leaving only one place for it to go; down.

Jab became intimately aware of the stuff pressing between his legs and sliding between the cheeks of his rear, making him arch his back in an attempt to escape the invading tendrils. They were attached to his body, though, so all his struggling was for naught. He grunted and bit down harder on the gag on his mouth, straining his arms to free them when he felt slick warmth spread his tight rear and slip inside. He managed to flip on to his stomach, which only compounded the stimulation his cocks received when the latex coated them and began to thrum, squeeze and stroke.

Jab squirmed and grunted on the floor, his cock stiffening under the onslaught. The feeling of his ass being probed was incredibly alien and bizarre, but it paled in comparison to the feeling starting at the tips of his cocks. The latex pulled the entrances to his urethras open, and two slick tendrils started to slide inside him. Jab howled into his gag and thrashed, fear and pleasure mingling together. It felt strangely amazing, but he knew it wasn't natural to have something writhing down his cocks! Not that it mattered, for when the ooze in his ass found a special, incredibly sensitive spot, there was no winning.

Jab cried out into his gag, eyes widening and cocks giving a hard throb. The tendril poked that spot again and again and again, eliciting the same response every time. Unwanted pleasure shot through Jab's loins, making his coated cocks throb even harder. The rest of the coating process was uneventful, the sticky latex spreading down his legs and feet to leave him completely encased.

Jab laid there for some time, eyes clenched tight. The latex in his rear formed another plug, this one pressed against his prostate and vibrating nice and hard. He lost track of time, fighting not to enjoy the pleasure racing through his loins and finding it harder and harder to do with every passing second. A loud thud made the shark open his eyes, having to take a minute to focus them... to see that Big Slammu was now laying beside him, in a much similar situation. He was openly squirming and thrusting, groaning and grunting into his gag.

Jab's eyes widened in terror. They'd been overpowered by their brother and best friend in bondage gear, in less than a few minutes, and they were both now at the mercy of the two fiends. He looked up to see them standing over their captives, their grins much more devious, cocks hard as diamonds. Jab swallowed nervously around the cock gag.

No words were exchanged between Streex and Moby, both of them moving with practiced motions to the nearby mirror and makeup stand. The mirror was pushed inward to reveal a secret compartment, and from it two vials were produced. Jab couldn't get a good look, but when Streex approached and placed the opened vial under his nose, Jab groaned and shivered. It was like smelling pure, undiluted... Sex. That was the only way to describe it. The vial was pressed to the back of the gag, and it opened to allow the contents to be poured into Jab's mouth. He refused to swallow it, even though it tasted amazing.

That's when his nostrils were sealed over, and Jab grunted. It was only a matter of time until he was desperately trying to suck in air, and instinct forced him to try and swallow a gulp through his mouth. The serum was all he got, but that seemed to be the key to getting a lungful of air. The coverings over his nose slid back and allowed him to pant hard, grateful for the ability to breath again. Too bad he was going to be panting for a good, long while after this.

Whatever was in that vial didn't take long to kick in. A warmth started to spread through Jab's body, focused around his loins. His cocks started to throb harder, and the latex coatings became slick and wet with the copious amounts of pre starting to leak from them. Big Slammu groaned and struggled beside him, obviously feeling the same effects. The gentle buzzing against his prostate doubled, and the gentle caresses along his cocks jumped to furious pumping and intense buzzing. His balls tingled and swelled, quickly growing almost pained with the overproduction of cum inside them.

Under the intense stimulation and need, it took less than a minute for Jab to cry out into his gag along with Slammu, both of them hitting their peaks. Jab's cocks twitched and throbbed harder than he could ever remember, pleasure arching through his body and blotting out all his thoughts. The first few ropes of his cum soared over his head, hitting the wall behind him, but the rest of his intense, unnaturally long orgasm covered his head, chest and stomach. It almost felt like the tubes in his cocks were helping to suck out every drop of shark seed they could, vibrating deep inside his reproductive system.

After what felt like hours, but was closer to five minutes, of non stop cumming, Jab finally started to come down from his orgasmic high. But, much to his horror, his balls still ached with unspent seed, and his cocks throbbed angrily, wanting more stimulation to reach orgasm faster.

"My, My, Moby... These two sure are a lot more eager now that they're horny. They'd probably love to have some of our patrons fawning over them now..." Streex teased, standing over the screaming, writhing hammerhead.

"Its such a shame we have to move them back to Master's lab... But, his will is our will. Lets just make sure they don't make a mess of the truck..." Replied Moby, standing over Slammu. The two suddenly stooped down and gripped Jab and Slammu's cocks, making both sharks buck and writhe. Jab could feel his second orgasm already welling up inside him, balls tensing and drawing up tight. Just that single stroke from Streex had sent him shooting towards... Nng... F-Fuck!

Jab's howl of pleasure was drowned under a torrent of cum shooting in to his mouth. His eyes snapped open while he choked on his own seed, and he saw what Streex and Moby had done; Two tubes led from his cock tips, one for each, and lead directly into the gag between his teeth. He tried not to swallow, but the gag thrust forward and made him choke, opening his airways and forcing him to swallow his own warm, salty cum.

And when his second orgasm ended, he could already feel his third starting to bubble up inside him. He wailed and howled and thrashed, trying to escape the confines of his suit just so he could stroke himself to release faster! He was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he didn't notice Streex and Moby starting to walk around he and his bound brother, discussing something about moving a truck around. Jab's third orgasm made him drown on his own cum again, and flooded his mind with unbearable pleasure... and unbearable need for a fourth! Nothing else mattered right now, he needed to cum! And cum he did, only to cry out for more between mouthfuls of his own seed, need ever-rising. It wasn't long before he was completely lost to it, all his attention focused on his twitching cocks...

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Jab didn't know when it was he finally came back around, but the burning, needy ache in his loins was finally fading away. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his head and... and feeling a very muted sense of touch. The shark opened his eyes and looked at his hand, which was still trapped in latex. Damn it, that hadn't all just been an alcohol-induced nightmare... Wait a second, where was he? Jab looked around the room and blinked a few times, trying to clear his groggy head. The room was dark, with the only dim light directly above him. The room was completely bare aside from the table he lay on, and-

"Slammu! Hey, wake up!" Jab shouted, scrambling across the table to shake the large, muscular shark and try to bring him around. It took a lot more shouting and shaking than Jab would have liked, but he eventually got his brother to come around, groaning and rubbing his head. He seemed more out of it than Jab had. Might have hit him with a larger dosage of whatever that stuff was... Jab just tried not to look at his rock hard cocks, while his own twitched with every little movement, rear still stretched by the invading tendril.

"Grrragh... What... Where the hell...? Jab, what's going on?" Big Slammu growled, sitting up and swinging his legs off the table. Jab tried to tell him to wait, not wanting Slammu to push himself too soon as he was prone to doing, but his feet hitting the floor seemed to trigger something in their suits. Jab's eyes went wide, and his body suddenly locked up, his head almost... Tingling. No, not his head... it was inside his head! He sat there a moment, unable to so much as twitch an eye, before he was able to move again.

Just not of his own volition. Jab tried to cry out and ask Slammu for help, but his mouth simply wouldn't move. His body climbed off the table itself, the buzz in his head growing stronger, and both he and Big Slammu started to march awkwardly towards the far end of the room. He hadn't seen it from a distance, but now that he was approaching it there was a large, metal set of pneumatic doors set into the wall that opened upon their approach.

Jab and Slammu faced each other for a moment, and Jab looked up at his brother in fear, afraid of what might happen next. Big Slammu seemed to be in the same boat, his strength unable to aid him from the buzzing in his head. But, of all the scenarios that ran in their heads, neither one was prepared for what the suits made them do.

Jab's hand raised and reached out to squeeze Slammu's cocks together, and both their eyes went wide in shock. He tried to shake his head or say something, do anything to let his brother know it wasn't really him doing it, but nothing responded. His hand started to stroke and squeeze the impressive poles together, making them twitch in his grasp. W-Was Slammu getting off on this!?

No, he couldn't. Because just as much as Jab hated doing this, he found his own cocks throbbing when his brother returned his gesture. The larger shark's hand squeezed firmer and tugged harder than his own, drawing out pre inside the shell around his cocks. The poles were alight with pleasure, likely the traces of whatever drug Streex and Moby had hit them with, and made this taboo act feel so much better than it should have.

Luckily they didn't have long to 'enjoy' the sensations. Their bodies turned, still stroking each other of, and started out the open doors and down a long, winding series of halls and corridors. They passed multiple people, all of them in labcoats, and all of them simply glancing up and sniffing, uninterested, or smiling and adjusting their suddenly too-tight pants. Both sharks tried to cry out for help, to tell them they needed to escape the force that was controlling them, but their bodies never responded, just walking and stroking.

Finally, after countless hallways and two elevator rides, the sharks seemed to reach their destination. Their hands fell away from eachothers cocks, almost to their chagrin as they were both close to release, and each shark pressed on one of the large, oak double doors in front of them. The sight they were greeted with was worse than the 'show' the two had witnessed at the 'Diamond Ring'. They'd have cringed and looked away if they were able, but they simply kept walking, standing in front of the desk that Moby had a fox bent over. Said fox also had Streex's right cock in his mouth, sucking and licking like a pro despite the well-endowed Orca fucking him in the ass, holding the shark's thigh to help steady himself.

Whatever the two brothers had walked in on, it was quickly coming to a close. Both Moby and Streex let out loud moans and bucked forward, cocks throbbing. They unloaded into the white fox from both ends, and he groaned around the spurting cock in his mouth, cum leaking past his lips, and Streex's free cock covering his blonde hair and face in sticky seed. His own cock jumped and twitched, slapping against his belly with Moby's final thrusts, and unloaded as well, coating his stomach, the side of his desk, and the floor with his essence.

Jab and Big Slammu both sat there, blushing under their latex suits, forced to watch the lewd display. Streex and Moby pulled back at the same time, and the fox between them panted hard, still bent forward against the desk to support him. Cum leaked from his rear and his muzzle, the later of which being licked up, and it wasn't until after he'd caught his breath and wiped his sticky chest off with a lab coat that he noticed Jab and Slammu standing there.

"Ah, there you two are! I forgot I had the suits the wake you earlier than normal. All part of the plan, you know?... No, wait, you wouldn't know yet, I haven't gotten around to converting you..."

Wait, converting!? Both shark's eyes went wide, and both sharks were powerless to stop the fox from approaching and grabbing their shafts, giving them firm squeezes.

"No matter, I can tell you early. You won't be talking without my direct orders again any way, not with those suits in your heads..."

The fox grinned at them, and both sharks were confused... and more than a little scared when they realized what he meant. The tingling in their heads, the force that seemed to be using them as meat puppets, was the suit!? The white vulpine picked up on their shocked expressions and grinned wider.

"While you were out, little tendrils wiggled behind your eyes, connected to the suit's basic AI. They're still plugged in to your motor controls right now, which is why you can't move. Unless I command it, anyway. Kneel."

Both sharks were quite angry by this point, realizing they were standing in front of not only their captor, but the person responsible for Moby and Streex's disappearances, and likely their drastic behavioral changes as well. They tried to reach out, pin him down, grab him, anything... but all they did was kneel. Sanmer could see the hate in their eyes and chuckled.

"Don't be mad, the fun is just beginning. You'll both look at me with love and admiration soon, just like your brother and your friend. You're going to want to do what I say." He continued on, walking around the two. They tried to glare and shout at him, but they remained motionless, only glaring. The tingling in their heads grew stronger, and unknown to them, the tendrils were starting to rewire a few things inside them.

Sanmer eventually made his way back to Streex and Moby, neither Jab nor Slammu realized they suddenly knew the fox's name. He sat on his desk and looked between his two enthralled Street Sharks, smiling at them both. "Lick the cum off my cock." He commanded.

Jab and Slammu watched in disgust as their brother and their friend did exactly as told. They both fell to their knees in front of Sanmer and started licking his cock, licking up the cum, making him moan and groan. He eventually grinned back down at the two captive sharks, obviously enjoying the attention.

"Once you're mine, you'll practically beg to suck my cock. You'll want to pleasure me than you want to pleasure myself."

Both sharks just kept glaring, unable to look away, the buzzing in their head becoming an afterthought. Streex and Moby kept licking, one continuing to clean the shaft while the other lapped at the fox's orbs. They would never be lowered to such disgusting lows... But Streex and Moby seemed to be doing it with no problem. In fact, they seemed to be enjoying it, they thought. Surely they knew what a twisted, evil person this fox was, and yet they still found joy in sucking his cock? Conversion or not, there must have been another reason...

"Cum for me, pets. Cum on each other, then clean each other." Sanmer commanded lazily, not even bothering to look at his two current thralls. They looked at one another and moaned, and pressed their bodies together. Moby's cock wrapped and weaved between Streex's, and with louder moans the two came instantly, almost no stimulation required. They made a mess of eachother, cum shooting up to their necks, mixing together and making a sticky, slick coating across their chests and stomachs. The moment their orgasms were done, Moby's cock unwound from Streex's, and the two were licking each other. Their tongue lapped and danced across each other's bodies, and they both continued to moan and shiver in pleasure, clearly not sated with two intense orgasms.

"You see how much fun they're having? That could be you two if you want it to be. Letting a master think for them, letting them just enjoy themselves, no need for wasting the time to be independent... You could have that." Sanmer chuckled, watching the bound sharks.

Jab and Slammu glanced between each other. Streex and Moby were clearly loving every second of what they were doing, of being commanded and ordered around by a master. Could it really be that good? Was it really that amazing? The buzzing in their heads was growing stronger and making it harder and harder to think straight. The longer they watched Streex and Moby lick each other, their cocks throbbing and twitching, the stronger the curiosity grew... And the more arousing the show became.

The two didn't notice until Sanmer stood from the desk and the two looked up at him, both conflicted with the feelings warring inside them. He grinned down at them once more and chuckled, pointing towards their throbbing erections.

"See? You're in to it already! Your bodies are reacting without any stimulation!" He teased, making both of his captives blush. "Why not give it a shot? There's no harm in trying it. Give your will over to me. Let me do all the thinking for you. Why don't we start simple? Start with sucking each other off. Be gentle, take it slow, there's no rush. Just think about how good it will make your brother feel. Don't you want to feel good?"

Both brothers looked at each other, and barely noticed their arms falling away from their sides, bodies back under their control. They both gulped, glancing back at Sanmer for a moment, before starting to scoot closer together. Well... Streex and Moby were still moaning away and having a grand time, and there was nothing wrong with helping a brother feel good, was there? Jab would be lying if he didn't think it would be more than a little sexy to sixty-nine with someone, especially with himself so needy. Maybe Sanmer had a point... What was the harm in letting a Master do the thinking for them?

Big Slammu was the first to make a move, reaching out to start stroking and squeezing Jab's shafts. The smaller shark moaned and shuddered, enjoying the sensations, the feeling of latex gliding against latex and pressing down on the flesh underneath. Jab found his own hand moving to start doing the same, stroking and squeezing, making Slammu groan and pant. They went on like this for some time, slowly working each other up, teasing each other towards climax, before Slammu simply couldn't take it anymore.

Jab quickly found himself on his back, Slammu's mouth pressed to his. He moaned into the impromptu kiss and rolled his hips into the renewed rubbing, pre leaking like a faucet from his cocks. This kiss didn't last long, and Slammu stopped stroking when it broke, leaving Jab wanting for more. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long, as the large shark was starting to turn around, swinging his legs over Jab's head and... Oh, oh god...

Hanging and dripping over his nose were Slammu's cocks, both of them almost twice as thick as his own and inches longer. He hadn't been lying when he said the smaller ladies could never take him... Good thing he wasn't a lady. Jab wasted no time, taking the initiative and sliding Slammu's left cock in to his mouth. He'd never sucked a cock before, but by the way Slammu was moaning above him, he assumed he was doing good. His tongue danced and teased over the flesh, and he bobbed and sucked in unison, drawing out more tasty, salty pre on to his tongue.

Sanmer's grin was at its apex, and he chuckled, standing from his spot leaning on his desk. He donned his cum-covered labcoat and headed for the door, leaving the four to moan and groan and enjoy each other's company.

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"Alright boys, everything is ready fo- oh... "

Sanmer stood in the doorway of his office, a set of bondage gear in his arms. The sight before him was definitely surprising, but not unwelcome in the least. In fact, it defied his expectations, going above and beyond them!

Moby was hilted inside Big Slammu, cum leaking down his thighs and the shark's cocks throbbing, spraying seed all over the carpet under him. Slammu was sucking off Jab, who was riding Streex, taking both his cocks at once like a champ, both sharks cumming nice and hard and adding to the mess. Autonomous seeking of pleasure, from their brothers, no less. Sanmer was so giddy he nearly dropped the bondage gear and joined them, but he kept himself in check, thinking about how much better it would be once his collection was complete.

Sanmer ran to toss the bondage gear in the right holding chamber, eager to return to the show. This was only a taste of things to come, he knew. Once he had Ripster, things could truly begin.