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so I wrote him a naughty story starring his characters and everyone's favorite evil gator. ", "writing": "``How...much...further?'' Duke growls through gritted teeth, he was panting and sweating from shoving the big beat-up pickup truck halfway across town.\n\n``Shut up, we're almost there!'' came the gruff reply from the massive sweating shark pushing from the drivers side, one hand on the wheel to keep it straight.\n\n``You need to just get rid of this damn thing, this is the third time this month its gone out!'' The younger shark grumbles, taking a brief breather as the old man takes most of the load.\n\n``I said shut up!'' The dad snarls, his eyes flashing and showing his sharp teeth. ``This truck is WAY more reliable to me than YOU'VE ever been! Anyway we're here so you can quit yer bitchin!'' The shark turns the car into a parking lot, letting it roll to a slow stop. They'd stopped in an old garage's parking lot, the only light on in this part of town. No surprise with how late it was. ``An old...acquaintance runs this place. Best damn mechanic in town.''\n\n``Setting a high bar, there.'' The younger shark walks around, leaning against the passenger side door, wiping his brow with his shirt hem.\n\nJust then the garage door slides up with a racket and, taking up most of the space was a wide, shadowy figure. It was tall, it was wide, it was blocking most of the light coming through the door.\n\n``Oi, move outta the way ya scaly bastard, I wanna get this fucker fixed before dawn!'' The scarred shark yells, pressing his shoulder to the door frame and pushing firmly once more. Duke scrambles behind and begins pushing as well, shoving and shunting it forward, grunting with the effort while his dad stays silent. He pushes hard on the truck but his foot lands on something slippery and he almost takes a bite out of the rear bumper. He reaches down and rubs a finger through the slime and sniffs it. ``Ugh, god if its this filthy out here...''\n\nThe shadowy figure obediently moves out of the way, though taking its time about it, leisurely sliding out of the way just as the pickup rolls into the garage. It was then that Duke finally got a good look at the shadowy figure in the light. It was the biggest, widest croc he'd ever seen. The old scaly was easily as tall as his dad, but almost twice as wide. He seemed to be quite fat beneath his overalls, but the young shark didn't buy that for a second. Anyone spending time with his old man would need to be far more than they looked. \n\n``Ah, `bout time ya'll came up. Was fixin' ta head home!'' The gator drawls, his voice deep, echoing around the concrete block walls of the garage. \n\n``I said we'd be here, and here we are. Now can ya fix the fuckin' thing or not?'' The old shark snarls, putting the truck in park and slamming the door. He didn't look too out of sorts, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and beneath his pits, but otherwise he seemed to be in perfect state...unlike his son who was once again blotting his forehead with his sweat soaked shirt. The old shark was wearing a tank top and old jeans and boots. The front, as always straining around the old males package. Beside him his son was tiny, a good three feet shorter than his dad and nowhere near as huge, in any sense of the word. As always the shark felt every inch of the difference when standing beside his father.\n\n``Pop yon hood, and I'll take a look.'' The big gator saunters over, his golden eyes taking in the sight of the much MUCH smaller shark. ``Heh, this be your boy, the youngest? Don't take much after ya, do he? Musta been the mother's genes, I'd say.'' The big gator lifts the hood and, pulling a wrench from a loop at his hip motions the older shark to turn the ignition.\n\nWith a wheezing noise the engine turns over then splutters off, releasing a puff of black smoke from the tail pipe. ``Ah, thaz no good, ya'll need ta leave it in my tender mercies today. I'll fix it up for ya'll tomorra.''\n\n``No, thats not good enough!'' The big shark moves around the hood towards the gator. The two were looking eye to eye.\n\n``Oh? It ain't? Well then...'' The big gator turns to the younger shark and a slow, dangerous smile crawls over his features. ``How's about a wager, between men.'' He turns back to the greater shark. ``I think you'll approve of the terms.'' He lowers the hood of the truck and moves around to the back, hitting a button on the wall and closing the garage door.\n\n``What is it now, ya scaly windbag.'' The big shark stands, arms crossed and adamant. \n\n``It seems ta me that `twas mostly you pushin' yon truck. Methinks the boy,'' he says with emphasis and nodding towards the younger shark, ``needs a...a test of manhood. If he is fruit of your loins, he'll pass with flying colors and I'll fix the truck for free, of the goodness of mah heart.'' The big gator smirks, teeth bright against his green skin. ``If'n he fails, I get to do with him as I please, and you pay double.'' \n\nThe big shark's face slowly cracks into a grin, showing every one of his razor sharp teeth. ``Well well, you weren't wrong, I DO like the terms.'' The big shark shoves out a hand towards the gator, who immediately grips it hard, squeezing none too gently.\n\n``Uh...dad...I'm not sure about-'' Duke begins.\n\n``Shut up, men are talking!'' The older shark cuts him off sharply, pulling his hand back and stepping away from the gator, to lean against the door.\n\nThe gator lowers the tail gate and lifts his bulk up to settle on the edge, causing the suspension to squeak alarmingly. ``Now, boy, my name's Evander, he says, offering a hand to the smaller male, ``but call me Evan.''\n\nThe younger shark tentatively lifts a hand up and grips the others. It was solid, rough and strong, the skin was tough and textured from hard work and good genes. ``D...Duke,'' he replies, mumbling.\n\n``Good name, that, lez see if you live up to it.'' Behind the younger shark, the older snorts quietly, the noise lost as the gator stands up, causing the suspension to squeak again. ``Now, the terms of our bet are this. If you can last longer than 5 minutes, you'll be a man.'' The gator smirks and unhooks both straps of his voluminous overalls, letting them fall to the floor at his large feet. The gator, unlike what the shark was expecting, was completely covered in a rug of silver, gray and black hair, thick and soft looking. The sharks nose twitches as a second later, the scent of musk and sweat hits his nose, kept in check by the thick denim. The big gator's belly hung low so, from where he was standing, Duke couldn't see what the big scaly male was packing. \n\n``Unf....Last...longer?'' The shark asks, rubbing his burning, tingling nose. It was almost as bad as his dads co...\n\n``Thats what I said, boy, you're gonna fuck a man. If you fuck LIKE a man, you ARE a man.'' The gator motions over towards one of the various work surfaces around the shop, pointing to the incongruously placed bottle of lube amid the neatly arrayed tools and equipment. ``Grab that can o' lube, boy, you'll need it.''\n\n``Pfft, really? You're letting the boy fuck you?'' the old shark smirks, teeth still showing. \n\n``Why not, ya'll say he's nothin special below, I wanna see if it really is...'' the gator smirks widely, a crocodilian mirror to the sharks, ``the motion of the ocean as you watery types say.''\n\nAs they're talking, the younger shark walks over to the bench, his face burning with humiliation at what he'd have to do. Sure he was gay, sure he'd fucked plenty, particularly his orca boyfriend...not that the orca'd ever ENJOYED it, always saying how he wishes Duke was bigger, like his big brother, or his dad or...Duke shakes his head and grabs the bottle of lube and quickly walks back to the pair of old bastards still chattering about his failings.\n\n``Pfft, as if, even this puny bastard can show you a thing or two about fucking. Lord knows he's seen me doing it enough to know the theory of a proper fuck!'' The old shark smirks wider as his son returns. ``Go on boy, strip for our good friend here, let him see what kind of tools you're bringing to the shop!''\n\nDuke glares at the old shark for a moment before quickly stripping off his shirt, showing a well muscled chest and arms, his skin glistening with sweat in the flourescent lights overhead. Next come his own jeans, road stained and well worn from work on the farm next to his monster father. He never felt the need to wear underwear so his uncut cock flops free. \n\n``Not a bad size, all considered, boy. In proportion to the rest of him I'd say.'' The big gator hikes himself back up onto the trucks tailgate and leans back, his belly moving and showing yet another sight the young shark wasn't expecting.\n\n``Its a genital slit, boy, don't think to lump me in with those neutered half-males. When I'm good and ready, you'll see a real cock, boy.'' The gator growls, seeing the sharks eyes. \n\nDuke shakes his head and pulls his eyes away from the hairy, swollen looking slit and moves his eyes downwards towards the base of the gators tail where an incredibly tight looking hole resides. \n\n``Bet ya ain't seen a tight looking hole for years, have ya boy, so used to that two bit size queen orca whore of a boyfriend.'' The gator smirks as the sharks face goes deep red. ``Ah, I'm right. He's so well broken in, I'd say its a miracle he has any feeling left. I've partaken more than once, myself.'' He chuckles, slapping his hairy belly, causing it to jiggle. ``Surprised you haven't smelt me on his breath or pouring out o' his ass!'' \n\n``Shut up!'' the shark snarls, glaring at the gator, the lube gripped fiercely in his hand.\n\n``Oh, he DOES have spirit don't he!'' Evan leans back and spreads his legs, giving the shark boy better access. ``Now, grease up and get to work. Ya'r angry, use it, fuck me good if ya can. Your time starts soon as ya enter!'' He braces his hands behind his head and watches the shark glare at him for a bit before he squirts a hefty dose of lube onto his hand and begins smearing it all over his dick. \n\nBeside him, the Barry leans against the edge of the truck bed, watching his son work his cock to hardness. ``Think this is a waste of time. We both know he can't stack up to his brother, let alone me. Why not let me fuck you instead?'' The shark smirks. \n\n``Cuz I know you, I've seen you in action on that orca's cunt, and I don't particularly want to end up with an ass wide enough to drive a train, through.'' The gator smirks as a spurt of lube shoots from the tube, crushed in the young sharks hand.\n\n``Ah, pity. I do so love breaking in someone for the first time. I GUESS, if it had to be anyone, it may as well be him.'' The old shark moves away, leaning against the door once more. \n\nDuke glares at the gators ass as he moves forward, his cock now rock hard from the stroking. He aims it at the tight looking pucker and begins pushing in, slowly. \n\n``Ya in yet, boy?'' The gator yawns widely, showing his wide assortment of very sharp teeth. ``Almost falling asleep here!'' \n\nThe shark snarls and suddenly shoves in the whole way, ignoring the gentler side of his personality. This gator was ab astard and he'd fuck the hell outta him!\n\nThe sudden thrust did indeed cause Evan to start, but instead of anger, the gator smirks. ``Ah, was wondering if you'd beaten the backbone outta him, Barry, glad to see you left SOMETHING there!''\n\n``All good things in the fullness of time.'' The old shark rumbles, pulling his phone out of his pocket and setting a timer for 5 minutes before unbuckling his pants as he watches his son fuck fast and hard, the lewd wet slapping of balls on ass always making the shark horny. Though, to be fair, mostly it was way louder, way wetter, and him making the noises. Still, was a not bad show...all thigns considered.\n\n``Huh...I wonder if this is what his boyfriend feels like when he fucks. I ain't getting nothin from him. No pleasure, no joy, no fun.'' The gator shrugs his big shoulders, ``And I can't even say its cuz I've been fucked by every Bruce, Dick and Dave from here to the city. If you listen to that orca bitch, he's howling and fucking himself on our dicks by this point, begging for more, gagging for it even. Almost envy him that desperate need for bigger.'' \n\nDuke snarls and growls, gripping the gators thighs hard as he plows in and out, sweat pouring off him now more than ever. The gators hole was indeed tight, tighter than any hole he'd ever felt, but it was...different. The muscular ring at the rim clenched and flexed around his cock like it was milking him, trying to get him off, but there was no reaction from the gator otherwise, no writhing of pleasure, moans or groans he'd come to expect from subs. He wasn't to his fathers measure, but he certainly wasn't a slouch in bed, he fucked well and often, and always had boys begging for more of him after...until his dad gets his hands on them, then they never answer his calls or texts again. \n\nThe shark shakes his head and puts on another burst of furious, angry fucking, leaning over the gators copious belly with his nose almost pressing into the thick gut hair there. The stink of it fills his nose as he pants for breath. It was strong, it was masculine, it stunk of sweat and pheromones and who knew what else. It also reminded him irresistably of his father, that pure masculine stink he'd never managed to acquire himself.\n\nDuke's face burns with exertion and embarasment, panting and sweating as he plows this much bigger man and yet not able to get any kind of reaction from him. Worse still, the ass was too damn perfect, his orgasm was mounting swiftly!\n\n``How...much...time?'' he growls between thrusts and pants and snarls.\n\nHis father, now pantless lazily picks up the phone. ``3 minutes 30,'' he says, returning to leaning against the door, his massive cock hanging out of his pants, being lazily pumped by one of the old mans huge hands. The younger shark stares at it, groaning quietly, feeling as he always did how inferior he was compared to that hulking symbol of masculinity, his own father. He stared at the cock, watching it throb, the huge veins pulsing along its length, the huge amount of thick foreskin covering the tip, the ungodly flow of pre fluids, dick oils, musk, sweat, and who knows what else, the stink of it filling the air of the confined garage. \n\nThe shark bites his lip, hard, clenching his eyes shut, fighting every urge to unload even as his balls begin to clench up towards his dick. \n\n``I...can't....AAARGH!'' The young shark arches back and begins pumping into the gators ass, his body bucking and flexing and quaking as he hits the hardest orgasm he'd had in ages, his spunk flooding into the gators ass like water from a hose. Yet, even in the heights of his ecstasy, the shark knows his load wasn't as much as his fathers, his cock didn't reach as deep, hit the right spots, knew he wasn't as good.\n\nJust as the timer goes off, Duke collapses, panting and totally and completely spent onto the gators belly, the stink of musk filling his nose and making it VERY difficult to come to his senses after his collossal orgasm.\n\n``Ah, pity, boy, you missed the deadline by the skin of your teeth. Ya almost made it, but unfortunately...'' The big gator sits up, grinning toothily at the shark, ``yer mine now.''\n\n``Heh, knew he didn't have it in him.'' The old shark smirks, releasing his cock and letting lose a flood of pre from his bunched up foreskin, the fluids splattering loudly on the floor.\n\n``Well then, pull out,'' the gator commands firmly, pushing more firmly as the musk and orgasm addled shark boy struggles to comply. Instead of releasing a flood of seed, the calling card of Duke's family, not a drop escaped the gators hole. ``Your first task, clean up the mess you made. Not with a towel, not with a hose, with your tongue!''\n\nBarry steps forward as the younger shark flounders there, trying to find words. ``You heard the man, boy, get to it!'' The older shark grips his son's dorsal fin and shoves him down towards the gators ass till his nose ground against the gators hairy ass. \n\nDuke takes a slow inhale, his eyes rolling at the much MUCH more concentrated stink from the older males nethers. With the gators slit above and his ass against his nose, he was trapped in a Wonderland of musk, and he had to fight with every breath he took not to get lost like Alice. He sticks his tongue out slowly and runs it over the rim of the gators ass, wincing as his dad shoves him more firmly against it, causing his nose to push inside slightly. He clenches his eyes shut and obediently licks more firmly, pushing his tongue into the gators ass, licking and lapping and tasting the strong musky stink coating it. He could taste his own load there, vaguely, but it was so overpowered by the gator it may as well not have been there at all.\n\nThe shark just was about to pull back for a breath of fresh air when suddenly his whole head was shoved into the gators hole! It was hot, it reaked of stink, musk and sweat and his own cum, and it almost completely overwhelmed him in that first, desperate gasp.\n\n``Heh, look at that, his cock sprung up rock hard again. Guess he is a born musk slut. Knew he loved my stink, didn't realize it was others as well!'' came a voice from outside, heavily muffled by the incredibly tight surroundings. \n\n``Ngff...oh god, thats more like it. Getting right the right places too. Who'da thought ya'll's fins would feel so damn good!'' a much louder voice rumbles, the vibrations of it echoing through every fiber of Duke's being. ``Push him deeper, I want more!'' The voice rumbles again and something hot, heavy and wet rests on Dukes back, followed by two hands pushing him deeper inside. He felt his shoulders briefly stop at the gators ring before they were pushed past as well. He tried to brace himself against the truck, to get some grip, to stop this...this...whatever it was from happening, but he couldn't move his upper half and his arms were pinned to his side by the gators ass.\n\n``Oh, now thats a sight I don't wanna forget. In fact...'' The voice of his father rumbles from outside, more muffled than ever. He could hear faint clicking noise through the basso rumble of the gator's pleasure, the bellows of his lungs and the tenpenny drumming of his heart. He struggled hearder, arching backwards...only for all the air in his lungs to be forced out as the ring clenches up around his chest and an almost deafeneing roar echoing throughout his body. He saw stars against the pitch blackness of the gators hole before he felt the ring relax enough for him to take a breath of musk tainted air. \n\n``Oh...fuck...me! Now I...know...what that...orca...feels like!'' The gator growls around him. Duke could feel that massive tail beneath him lifting upwards, lifting his feet off the ground and making him flail about like a fish out of water. He felt himself sliding deeper inside, try as he might to fight it, the gators hole seeming to pull him in with muscular undulations. Soon enough he was halfway burried in the gator and he couldn't move his upper half, couldn't breathe anything but the gators stink, couldn't see, could feel nothing but pulsing, undulating hotness surrounding him. \n\n``Heh, pity he's not broken in more. Would be hot as fuck to fuck him into ya, bud.'' The muffled voice of the shark could be heard.\n\n``Like hell. He'd...end up...by my lungs...before three thrusts!'' \n\n``Exactly! None of this wasting time, pussy bullshit. Fuck him in, unload, be done.'' \n\n``Well then next time...unf...we'll stuff him up your ass!''\n\n``Hah, not likely, my ass is exit only!'' Something hot and wet slapped against Duke's ass, and even in his musk addled stupidity he knew his dad was hotdogging that monsterous cock against his ass. He could feel it throbbing, the leaking wetness of it, the slickness of pre, of sweat, of the old sharks cock oils, he could practically smell it. The young shark groans and shudders, praying beyond hope that the shark didn't try to fuck him.\n\nOutside the gators ass, the gators own cock was rock hard and gushing his own brand of pre all over his belly. The thcik gooey fluids, almost as thick as most male's seed was clinging heavily to the gators belly hair. ``mmm, haven't been this hard since I went celibate!'' The gator growls, smearing his cock with the thick pre, the stiff ridges catching the fluids, holding it behind them. \n\n``Oh yea, how long'd that last?'' The shark grins toothly, sitting down beside the mechanic, stroking his cock in time to the gators.\n\n``Ah, all of about two days. When I finally jerked it, I ended up putting a hole in the wall!'' The gator slaps his belly as he laughs loudly, causing it to jiggle once more.\n\nBack inside, Duke was struggling to keep concious, the feelings were so intense, the musk so strong, stronger than he'd ever imagined, the heat was making him dizzy, his cock...oh god his cock was so damn hard. The gators walls were rubbing it, rubbing HIM so wonderfully, it was like a full body massage! \n\nDeeper he slid into the gators hole till his feet slip past the ring, and then his tail followed suit. He was now trapped inside the gator and unable to move more than minor wriggles this way and that. \n\n``Heh, got another bet for you, I bet you I can shoot further than you can!'' The gator says to the shark, panting and jerking his cock, aiming it towards the sliding garage door with one hand and pinching one of his big green nips with the other.\n\n``You're on...fat boy!'' The shark snarls, jerking faster and growling with each stroke, his foreskin bunching up at the tip and then pulling back to reveal the head beneath before it was hidden once more.\n\n``Ngf...open...the door!'' he poits to the opener, his cock spraying enough pre to coat a good portion of the door. \n\nBarry hits the button, sits back on the tail gate and snarls again and again and again until, with a roar he arches back and sprays his load straight in front of him, just barely clearing the underside of the rising door. The old sharks spunk splatted loudly in the darkness, the seed hitting the pavement and clinging there where it lands. He made it an impressive distance, halfway down the driveway and coating it thickly. \n\nInside Evan's guts, Duke was basking in the sensations. The heat was increasing, the pulsing of the gators heart speeding up, the clenching and flexing around him getting stronger, faster. He could feel his orgasm rising again, more powerful than before, like a wave, a tsunami waiting to crash down on him and he was helpless to resist. With a muffled roar Duke arches back, ramming his hips upwards as his orgasm crashes down on him in one ungodly, unholy instant.\n\nIt was the best thing to do...and the worst.\n\nAs Duke rams forward, his rock hard cock rams against the gators prostate, and the already on edge gator's orgasm hits with the force of a nuclear bomb. His eyes roll back, his body seizes up as every single muscle, EVERY muscle clamps down like a vice. \n\nIt was a quick end for Duke as the massive gators body clamps around him completely, crushing his bones to dust in that final orgasmic zenith. \n\nAnd then the gator's cock begins bursting like a fire hose. The gators load was as thick as the sharks, but he easily doubled the distance of his shot with the help of his late assistant. The gator, somehwo manages to keep his dick pointed out towards the driveway, but ends up spraying his load all the way to the road and all over the driveway, coating the pavement with gooey whiteness.\n\nBoth males took ages to come down off their orgasms, panting, gasping, and sweating as if they'd run a marathon.\n\n``You...cheated!'' Barry growls, draped over the edge of his truck bed, his arms limp and his cock slowly shrinking back to softer proportions.\n\n``Heh, sore...loser!'' Evan growls, laying back, taking up most of the truck bed with his bulk. \n\nAfter several minutes of panting, huffing, puffing and bickering, Barry sits up and stumbles over to his pants and pulls out a case of cigars and a pack of matches. He walks back over and sits on the edge of the tailgate and offers one to the gator who sits up and takes the offered smoke. Both men nip off the end with sharp teeth and spit it out into their loads. \n\nBarry lights the ends and flicks the match off into the night, watching the pale red ember vanish suddenly as it lands in a pool of spunk.\n\n``Boy dead?'' He takes a deep drag of his cigar.\n\nEvan pokes at his belly. ``Well...he ain't movin' that's for true.'' He looks up at the shark with a smirk. ``Why, feelin' sentimental about your son?''\n\nThe shark exhales thick puffs of smoke through his gills. ``He ain't my son. He was a waste of jizz. Woulda been better pumping him into that orca's cunt rather than that bitches. Biggest fuckin' embarassment ali...ever.'' The shark takes another drag of his cigar. \n\n``Oh such paternal affection. It warm's mah heart, I tell ya.'' The gator smirks and takes a drag of his own cigar, tapping the ashes over the edge of the truck. ``Now about payment. I know you're still in mournin' over the loss of your...'' he smirks at the sharks look, ``farm hand, but business waits for no man.''\n\n``The fuck you talkin' about, the deal was if he didn't last 5 minutes I pay double. Well guess what, asshole, you were gonna do it f'r free!''\n\n``Ah, that is indeed true, but seeing as the original deal was struck, a secondary deal must now be made.'' The shark smirks wider, ``Disposal fees.''\n\n``You son of a bitch.'' The shark growls and looks away from the gator. ``What do you want this time? Money?''\n\n``Oh nothin' as tawdry as that!'' The gator flicks more ashes. ``I want that orca, aaaaaaalllll to myself.''\n\n``Oh fuck no, he's the best ass I broke in in ages!'' \n\n``Oh calm yonself down, I only want him for 24 hours. In that 24 hours, you must go celibate, and you must watch me fuck your orca bitch, break him in, flood him with spunk till he's oozing out his blowhole. Only then do you get to fuck him, knowing its my cum that's lubin your way in!'' The gator smirks and bites the end of his cigar between his teeth, holding out a hand.\n\nThe shark growls as he stares out into the darkness but, without turning, shakes the gators hand hard. ``Fine. Deal. Doin' me a favor anyway getting rid of that useless bastard anyway.'' The big shark stands up and grabs his pants, wiping his hand off on them. ``Ugh, you filthy bastard, didn't wipe your hand off before shaking my hand. Go fuckin shower you nasty asshole.'' The shark growls as he stuffs his dick back into his pants.\n\n``Ah, fine praise coming from you! I've had month old cum rags smelt better than you ya rank bastard!'' The gator retorts, standing up and stepping into his overalls and pulling them on. He hits the button to close the door.\n\n``So that orca bitch comin over, I gotta blow a load into someone somethin' fierce.'' The gator asks, turning towards the employees lounge, his gut wobbling more than ever. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "``How...much...further?'' Duke growls through gritted teeth, he was panting and sweating from shoving the big beat-up pickup truck halfway across town.

``Shut up, we're almost there!'' came the gruff reply from the massive sweating shark pushing from the drivers side, one hand on the wheel to keep it straight.

``You need to just get rid of this damn thing, this is the third time this month its gone out!'' The younger shark grumbles, taking a brief breather as the old man takes most of the load.

``I said shut up!'' The dad snarls, his eyes flashing and showing his sharp teeth. ``This truck is WAY more reliable to me than YOU'VE ever been! Anyway we're here so you can quit yer bitchin!'' The shark turns the car into a parking lot, letting it roll to a slow stop. They'd stopped in an old garage's parking lot, the only light on in this part of town. No surprise with how late it was. ``An old...acquaintance runs this place. Best damn mechanic in town.''

``Setting a high bar, there.'' The younger shark walks around, leaning against the passenger side door, wiping his brow with his shirt hem.

Just then the garage door slides up with a racket and, taking up most of the space was a wide, shadowy figure. It was tall, it was wide, it was blocking most of the light coming through the door.

``Oi, move outta the way ya scaly bastard, I wanna get this fucker fixed before dawn!'' The scarred shark yells, pressing his shoulder to the door frame and pushing firmly once more. Duke scrambles behind and begins pushing as well, shoving and shunting it forward, grunting with the effort while his dad stays silent. He pushes hard on the truck but his foot lands on something slippery and he almost takes a bite out of the rear bumper. He reaches down and rubs a finger through the slime and sniffs it. ``Ugh, god if its this filthy out here...''

The shadowy figure obediently moves out of the way, though taking its time about it, leisurely sliding out of the way just as the pickup rolls into the garage. It was then that Duke finally got a good look at the shadowy figure in the light. It was the biggest, widest croc he'd ever seen. The old scaly was easily as tall as his dad, but almost twice as wide. He seemed to be quite fat beneath his overalls, but the young shark didn't buy that for a second. Anyone spending time with his old man would need to be far more than they looked.

``Ah, `bout time ya'll came up. Was fixin' ta head home!'' The gator drawls, his voice deep, echoing around the concrete block walls of the garage.

``I said we'd be here, and here we are. Now can ya fix the fuckin' thing or not?'' The old shark snarls, putting the truck in park and slamming the door. He didn't look too out of sorts, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and beneath his pits, but otherwise he seemed to be in perfect state...unlike his son who was once again blotting his forehead with his sweat soaked shirt. The old shark was wearing a tank top and old jeans and boots. The front, as always straining around the old males package. Beside him his son was tiny, a good three feet shorter than his dad and nowhere near as huge, in any sense of the word. As always the shark felt every inch of the difference when standing beside his father.

``Pop yon hood, and I'll take a look.'' The big gator saunters over, his golden eyes taking in the sight of the much MUCH smaller shark. ``Heh, this be your boy, the youngest? Don't take much after ya, do he? Musta been the mother's genes, I'd say.'' The big gator lifts the hood and, pulling a wrench from a loop at his hip motions the older shark to turn the ignition.

With a wheezing noise the engine turns over then splutters off, releasing a puff of black smoke from the tail pipe. ``Ah, thaz no good, ya'll need ta leave it in my tender mercies today. I'll fix it up for ya'll tomorra.''

``No, thats not good enough!'' The big shark moves around the hood towards the gator. The two were looking eye to eye.

``Oh? It ain't? Well then...'' The big gator turns to the younger shark and a slow, dangerous smile crawls over his features. ``How's about a wager, between men.'' He turns back to the greater shark. ``I think you'll approve of the terms.'' He lowers the hood of the truck and moves around to the back, hitting a button on the wall and closing the garage door.

``What is it now, ya scaly windbag.'' The big shark stands, arms crossed and adamant.

``It seems ta me that `twas mostly you pushin' yon truck. Methinks the boy,'' he says with emphasis and nodding towards the younger shark, ``needs a...a test of manhood. If he is fruit of your loins, he'll pass with flying colors and I'll fix the truck for free, of the goodness of mah heart.'' The big gator smirks, teeth bright against his green skin. ``If'n he fails, I get to do with him as I please, and you pay double.''

The big shark's face slowly cracks into a grin, showing every one of his razor sharp teeth. ``Well well, you weren't wrong, I DO like the terms.'' The big shark shoves out a hand towards the gator, who immediately grips it hard, squeezing none too gently.

``Uh...dad...I'm not sure about-'' Duke begins.

``Shut up, men are talking!'' The older shark cuts him off sharply, pulling his hand back and stepping away from the gator, to lean against the door.

The gator lowers the tail gate and lifts his bulk up to settle on the edge, causing the suspension to squeak alarmingly. ``Now, boy, my name's Evander, he says, offering a hand to the smaller male, ``but call me Evan.''

The younger shark tentatively lifts a hand up and grips the others. It was solid, rough and strong, the skin was tough and textured from hard work and good genes. ``D...Duke,'' he replies, mumbling.

``Good name, that, lez see if you live up to it.'' Behind the younger shark, the older snorts quietly, the noise lost as the gator stands up, causing the suspension to squeak again. ``Now, the terms of our bet are this. If you can last longer than 5 minutes, you'll be a man.'' The gator smirks and unhooks both straps of his voluminous overalls, letting them fall to the floor at his large feet. The gator, unlike what the shark was expecting, was completely covered in a rug of silver, gray and black hair, thick and soft looking. The sharks nose twitches as a second later, the scent of musk and sweat hits his nose, kept in check by the thick denim. The big gator's belly hung low so, from where he was standing, Duke couldn't see what the big scaly male was packing.

``Unf....Last...longer?'' The shark asks, rubbing his burning, tingling nose. It was almost as bad as his dads co...

``Thats what I said, boy, you're gonna fuck a man. If you fuck LIKE a man, you ARE a man.'' The gator motions over towards one of the various work surfaces around the shop, pointing to the incongruously placed bottle of lube amid the neatly arrayed tools and equipment. ``Grab that can o' lube, boy, you'll need it.''

``Pfft, really? You're letting the boy fuck you?'' the old shark smirks, teeth still showing.

``Why not, ya'll say he's nothin special below, I wanna see if it really is...'' the gator smirks widely, a crocodilian mirror to the sharks, ``the motion of the ocean as you watery types say.''

As they're talking, the younger shark walks over to the bench, his face burning with humiliation at what he'd have to do. Sure he was gay, sure he'd fucked plenty, particularly his orca boyfriend...not that the orca'd ever ENJOYED it, always saying how he wishes Duke was bigger, like his big brother, or his dad or...Duke shakes his head and grabs the bottle of lube and quickly walks back to the pair of old bastards still chattering about his failings.

``Pfft, as if, even this puny bastard can show you a thing or two about fucking. Lord knows he's seen me doing it enough to know the theory of a proper fuck!'' The old shark smirks wider as his son returns. ``Go on boy, strip for our good friend here, let him see what kind of tools you're bringing to the shop!''

Duke glares at the old shark for a moment before quickly stripping off his shirt, showing a well muscled chest and arms, his skin glistening with sweat in the flourescent lights overhead. Next come his own jeans, road stained and well worn from work on the farm next to his monster father. He never felt the need to wear underwear so his uncut cock flops free.

``Not a bad size, all considered, boy. In proportion to the rest of him I'd say.'' The big gator hikes himself back up onto the trucks tailgate and leans back, his belly moving and showing yet another sight the young shark wasn't expecting.

``Its a genital slit, boy, don't think to lump me in with those neutered half-males. When I'm good and ready, you'll see a real cock, boy.'' The gator growls, seeing the sharks eyes.

Duke shakes his head and pulls his eyes away from the hairy, swollen looking slit and moves his eyes downwards towards the base of the gators tail where an incredibly tight looking hole resides.

``Bet ya ain't seen a tight looking hole for years, have ya boy, so used to that two bit size queen orca whore of a boyfriend.'' The gator smirks as the sharks face goes deep red. ``Ah, I'm right. He's so well broken in, I'd say its a miracle he has any feeling left. I've partaken more than once, myself.'' He chuckles, slapping his hairy belly, causing it to jiggle. ``Surprised you haven't smelt me on his breath or pouring out o' his ass!''

``Shut up!'' the shark snarls, glaring at the gator, the lube gripped fiercely in his hand.

``Oh, he DOES have spirit don't he!'' Evan leans back and spreads his legs, giving the shark boy better access. ``Now, grease up and get to work. Ya'r angry, use it, fuck me good if ya can. Your time starts soon as ya enter!'' He braces his hands behind his head and watches the shark glare at him for a bit before he squirts a hefty dose of lube onto his hand and begins smearing it all over his dick.

Beside him, the Barry leans against the edge of the truck bed, watching his son work his cock to hardness. ``Think this is a waste of time. We both know he can't stack up to his brother, let alone me. Why not let me fuck you instead?'' The shark smirks.

``Cuz I know you, I've seen you in action on that orca's cunt, and I don't particularly want to end up with an ass wide enough to drive a train, through.'' The gator smirks as a spurt of lube shoots from the tube, crushed in the young sharks hand.

``Ah, pity. I do so love breaking in someone for the first time. I GUESS, if it had to be anyone, it may as well be him.'' The old shark moves away, leaning against the door once more.

Duke glares at the gators ass as he moves forward, his cock now rock hard from the stroking. He aims it at the tight looking pucker and begins pushing in, slowly.

``Ya in yet, boy?'' The gator yawns widely, showing his wide assortment of very sharp teeth. ``Almost falling asleep here!''

The shark snarls and suddenly shoves in the whole way, ignoring the gentler side of his personality. This gator was ab astard and he'd fuck the hell outta him!

The sudden thrust did indeed cause Evan to start, but instead of anger, the gator smirks. ``Ah, was wondering if you'd beaten the backbone outta him, Barry, glad to see you left SOMETHING there!''

``All good things in the fullness of time.'' The old shark rumbles, pulling his phone out of his pocket and setting a timer for 5 minutes before unbuckling his pants as he watches his son fuck fast and hard, the lewd wet slapping of balls on ass always making the shark horny. Though, to be fair, mostly it was way louder, way wetter, and him making the noises. Still, was a not bad show...all thigns considered.

``Huh...I wonder if this is what his boyfriend feels like when he fucks. I ain't getting nothin from him. No pleasure, no joy, no fun.'' The gator shrugs his big shoulders, ``And I can't even say its cuz I've been fucked by every Bruce, Dick and Dave from here to the city. If you listen to that orca bitch, he's howling and fucking himself on our dicks by this point, begging for more, gagging for it even. Almost envy him that desperate need for bigger.''

Duke snarls and growls, gripping the gators thighs hard as he plows in and out, sweat pouring off him now more than ever. The gators hole was indeed tight, tighter than any hole he'd ever felt, but it was...different. The muscular ring at the rim clenched and flexed around his cock like it was milking him, trying to get him off, but there was no reaction from the gator otherwise, no writhing of pleasure, moans or groans he'd come to expect from subs. He wasn't to his fathers measure, but he certainly wasn't a slouch in bed, he fucked well and often, and always had boys begging for more of him after...until his dad gets his hands on them, then they never answer his calls or texts again.

The shark shakes his head and puts on another burst of furious, angry fucking, leaning over the gators copious belly with his nose almost pressing into the thick gut hair there. The stink of it fills his nose as he pants for breath. It was strong, it was masculine, it stunk of sweat and pheromones and who knew what else. It also reminded him irresistably of his father, that pure masculine stink he'd never managed to acquire himself.

Duke's face burns with exertion and embarasment, panting and sweating as he plows this much bigger man and yet not able to get any kind of reaction from him. Worse still, the ass was too damn perfect, his orgasm was mounting swiftly!

``How...much...time?'' he growls between thrusts and pants and snarls.

His father, now pantless lazily picks up the phone. ``3 minutes 30,'' he says, returning to leaning against the door, his massive cock hanging out of his pants, being lazily pumped by one of the old mans huge hands. The younger shark stares at it, groaning quietly, feeling as he always did how inferior he was compared to that hulking symbol of masculinity, his own father. He stared at the cock, watching it throb, the huge veins pulsing along its length, the huge amount of thick foreskin covering the tip, the ungodly flow of pre fluids, dick oils, musk, sweat, and who knows what else, the stink of it filling the air of the confined garage.

The shark bites his lip, hard, clenching his eyes shut, fighting every urge to unload even as his balls begin to clench up towards his dick.

``I...can't....AAARGH!'' The young shark arches back and begins pumping into the gators ass, his body bucking and flexing and quaking as he hits the hardest orgasm he'd had in ages, his spunk flooding into the gators ass like water from a hose. Yet, even in the heights of his ecstasy, the shark knows his load wasn't as much as his fathers, his cock didn't reach as deep, hit the right spots, knew he wasn't as good.

Just as the timer goes off, Duke collapses, panting and totally and completely spent onto the gators belly, the stink of musk filling his nose and making it VERY difficult to come to his senses after his collossal orgasm.

``Ah, pity, boy, you missed the deadline by the skin of your teeth. Ya almost made it, but unfortunately...'' The big gator sits up, grinning toothily at the shark, ``yer mine now.''

``Heh, knew he didn't have it in him.'' The old shark smirks, releasing his cock and letting lose a flood of pre from his bunched up foreskin, the fluids splattering loudly on the floor.

``Well then, pull out,'' the gator commands firmly, pushing more firmly as the musk and orgasm addled shark boy struggles to comply. Instead of releasing a flood of seed, the calling card of Duke's family, not a drop escaped the gators hole. ``Your first task, clean up the mess you made. Not with a towel, not with a hose, with your tongue!''

Barry steps forward as the younger shark flounders there, trying to find words. ``You heard the man, boy, get to it!'' The older shark grips his son's dorsal fin and shoves him down towards the gators ass till his nose ground against the gators hairy ass.

Duke takes a slow inhale, his eyes rolling at the much MUCH more concentrated stink from the older males nethers. With the gators slit above and his ass against his nose, he was trapped in a Wonderland of musk, and he had to fight with every breath he took not to get lost like Alice. He sticks his tongue out slowly and runs it over the rim of the gators ass, wincing as his dad shoves him more firmly against it, causing his nose to push inside slightly. He clenches his eyes shut and obediently licks more firmly, pushing his tongue into the gators ass, licking and lapping and tasting the strong musky stink coating it. He could taste his own load there, vaguely, but it was so overpowered by the gator it may as well not have been there at all.

The shark just was about to pull back for a breath of fresh air when suddenly his whole head was shoved into the gators hole! It was hot, it reaked of stink, musk and sweat and his own cum, and it almost completely overwhelmed him in that first, desperate gasp.

``Heh, look at that, his cock sprung up rock hard again. Guess he is a born musk slut. Knew he loved my stink, didn't realize it was others as well!'' came a voice from outside, heavily muffled by the incredibly tight surroundings.

``Ngff...oh god, thats more like it. Getting right the right places too. Who'da thought ya'll's fins would feel so damn good!'' a much louder voice rumbles, the vibrations of it echoing through every fiber of Duke's being. ``Push him deeper, I want more!'' The voice rumbles again and something hot, heavy and wet rests on Dukes back, followed by two hands pushing him deeper inside. He felt his shoulders briefly stop at the gators ring before they were pushed past as well. He tried to brace himself against the truck, to get some grip, to stop this...this...whatever it was from happening, but he couldn't move his upper half and his arms were pinned to his side by the gators ass.

``Oh, now thats a sight I don't wanna forget. In fact...'' The voice of his father rumbles from outside, more muffled than ever. He could hear faint clicking noise through the basso rumble of the gator's pleasure, the bellows of his lungs and the tenpenny drumming of his heart. He struggled hearder, arching backwards...only for all the air in his lungs to be forced out as the ring clenches up around his chest and an almost deafeneing roar echoing throughout his body. He saw stars against the pitch blackness of the gators hole before he felt the ring relax enough for him to take a breath of musk tainted air.

``Oh...fuck...me! Now I...know...what that...orca...feels like!'' The gator growls around him. Duke could feel that massive tail beneath him lifting upwards, lifting his feet off the ground and making him flail about like a fish out of water. He felt himself sliding deeper inside, try as he might to fight it, the gators hole seeming to pull him in with muscular undulations. Soon enough he was halfway burried in the gator and he couldn't move his upper half, couldn't breathe anything but the gators stink, couldn't see, could feel nothing but pulsing, undulating hotness surrounding him.

``Heh, pity he's not broken in more. Would be hot as fuck to fuck him into ya, bud.'' The muffled voice of the shark could be heard.

``Like hell. He'd...end up...by my lungs...before three thrusts!''

``Exactly! None of this wasting time, pussy bullshit. Fuck him in, unload, be done.''

``Well then next time...unf...we'll stuff him up your ass!''

``Hah, not likely, my ass is exit only!'' Something hot and wet slapped against Duke's ass, and even in his musk addled stupidity he knew his dad was hotdogging that monsterous cock against his ass. He could feel it throbbing, the leaking wetness of it, the slickness of pre, of sweat, of the old sharks cock oils, he could practically smell it. The young shark groans and shudders, praying beyond hope that the shark didn't try to fuck him.

Outside the gators ass, the gators own cock was rock hard and gushing his own brand of pre all over his belly. The thcik gooey fluids, almost as thick as most male's seed was clinging heavily to the gators belly hair. ``mmm, haven't been this hard since I went celibate!'' The gator growls, smearing his cock with the thick pre, the stiff ridges catching the fluids, holding it behind them.

``Oh yea, how long'd that last?'' The shark grins toothly, sitting down beside the mechanic, stroking his cock in time to the gators.

``Ah, all of about two days. When I finally jerked it, I ended up putting a hole in the wall!'' The gator slaps his belly as he laughs loudly, causing it to jiggle once more.

Back inside, Duke was struggling to keep concious, the feelings were so intense, the musk so strong, stronger than he'd ever imagined, the heat was making him dizzy, his cock...oh god his cock was so damn hard. The gators walls were rubbing it, rubbing HIM so wonderfully, it was like a full body massage!

Deeper he slid into the gators hole till his feet slip past the ring, and then his tail followed suit. He was now trapped inside the gator and unable to move more than minor wriggles this way and that.

``Heh, got another bet for you, I bet you I can shoot further than you can!'' The gator says to the shark, panting and jerking his cock, aiming it towards the sliding garage door with one hand and pinching one of his big green nips with the other.

``You're on...fat boy!'' The shark snarls, jerking faster and growling with each stroke, his foreskin bunching up at the tip and then pulling back to reveal the head beneath before it was hidden once more.

``Ngf...open...the door!'' he poits to the opener, his cock spraying enough pre to coat a good portion of the door.

Barry hits the button, sits back on the tail gate and snarls again and again and again until, with a roar he arches back and sprays his load straight in front of him, just barely clearing the underside of the rising door. The old sharks spunk splatted loudly in the darkness, the seed hitting the pavement and clinging there where it lands. He made it an impressive distance, halfway down the driveway and coating it thickly.

Inside Evan's guts, Duke was basking in the sensations. The heat was increasing, the pulsing of the gators heart speeding up, the clenching and flexing around him getting stronger, faster. He could feel his orgasm rising again, more powerful than before, like a wave, a tsunami waiting to crash down on him and he was helpless to resist. With a muffled roar Duke arches back, ramming his hips upwards as his orgasm crashes down on him in one ungodly, unholy instant.

It was the best thing to do...and the worst.

As Duke rams forward, his rock hard cock rams against the gators prostate, and the already on edge gator's orgasm hits with the force of a nuclear bomb. His eyes roll back, his body seizes up as every single muscle, EVERY muscle clamps down like a vice.

It was a quick end for Duke as the massive gators body clamps around him completely, crushing his bones to dust in that final orgasmic zenith.

And then the gator's cock begins bursting like a fire hose. The gators load was as thick as the sharks, but he easily doubled the distance of his shot with the help of his late assistant. The gator, somehwo manages to keep his dick pointed out towards the driveway, but ends up spraying his load all the way to the road and all over the driveway, coating the pavement with gooey whiteness.

Both males took ages to come down off their orgasms, panting, gasping, and sweating as if they'd run a marathon.

``You...cheated!'' Barry growls, draped over the edge of his truck bed, his arms limp and his cock slowly shrinking back to softer proportions.

``Heh, sore...loser!'' Evan growls, laying back, taking up most of the truck bed with his bulk.

After several minutes of panting, huffing, puffing and bickering, Barry sits up and stumbles over to his pants and pulls out a case of cigars and a pack of matches. He walks back over and sits on the edge of the tailgate and offers one to the gator who sits up and takes the offered smoke. Both men nip off the end with sharp teeth and spit it out into their loads.

Barry lights the ends and flicks the match off into the night, watching the pale red ember vanish suddenly as it lands in a pool of spunk.

``Boy dead?'' He takes a deep drag of his cigar.

Evan pokes at his belly. ``Well...he ain't movin' that's for true.'' He looks up at the shark with a smirk. ``Why, feelin' sentimental about your son?''

The shark exhales thick puffs of smoke through his gills. ``He ain't my son. He was a waste of jizz. Woulda been better pumping him into that orca's cunt rather than that bitches. Biggest fuckin' embarassment ali...ever.'' The shark takes another drag of his cigar.

``Oh such paternal affection. It warm's mah heart, I tell ya.'' The gator smirks and takes a drag of his own cigar, tapping the ashes over the edge of the truck. ``Now about payment. I know you're still in mournin' over the loss of your...'' he smirks at the sharks look, ``farm hand, but business waits for no man.''

``The fuck you talkin' about, the deal was if he didn't last 5 minutes I pay double. Well guess what, asshole, you were gonna do it f'r free!''

``Ah, that is indeed true, but seeing as the original deal was struck, a secondary deal must now be made.'' The shark smirks wider, ``Disposal fees.''

``You son of a bitch.'' The shark growls and looks away from the gator. ``What do you want this time? Money?''

``Oh nothin' as tawdry as that!'' The gator flicks more ashes. ``I want that orca, aaaaaaalllll to myself.''

``Oh fuck no, he's the best ass I broke in in ages!''

``Oh calm yonself down, I only want him for 24 hours. In that 24 hours, you must go celibate, and you must watch me fuck your orca bitch, break him in, flood him with spunk till he's oozing out his blowhole. Only then do you get to fuck him, knowing its my cum that's lubin your way in!'' The gator smirks and bites the end of his cigar between his teeth, holding out a hand.

The shark growls as he stares out into the darkness but, without turning, shakes the gators hand hard. ``Fine. Deal. Doin' me a favor anyway getting rid of that useless bastard anyway.'' The big shark stands up and grabs his pants, wiping his hand off on them. ``Ugh, you filthy bastard, didn't wipe your hand off before shaking my hand. Go fuckin shower you nasty asshole.'' The shark growls as he stuffs his dick back into his pants.

``Ah, fine praise coming from you! I've had month old cum rags smelt better than you ya rank bastard!'' The gator retorts, standing up and stepping into his overalls and pulling them on. He hits the button to close the door.

``So that orca bitch comin over, I gotta blow a load into someone somethin' fierce.'' The gator asks, turning towards the employees lounge, his gut wobbling more than ever.

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