*Water,* Marco thought dimly. *I need water...*


Limbless and hanging from a ring pierced through his nose that was riveted in place, the tiger shark tried to remember how he had ended up like this--slowly drying out like a piece of leather in some psycho's basement, his body brutalized and violated in every possible orifice.


He had been traveling the country, taking in the sights as so many youths did in lieu of higher education (at least for the moment.) Ending up in a sleepy little logging town called Hanger's End with all of $20 to his name, Marco found his way to the local tavern in search of a lonely soul looking for some company to warm their bed--at the right price of course.


Lingering around the bar for god knows how long nursing a (freshly legal) boilermaker, night starting to settle over the woodland town, he was beginning to come to terms with sleeping on a bench somewhere when the barkeep set a particularly colorful mixed drink in front of him.


"Compliments of the gentleman," he rumbled, nodding over to a thin middle-aged male grey squirrel seated alone at a table in the corner. Dressed in a suit (even with a lapel, noted Marco) and shined leather shoes he looked more than well-to-do, slowly swirling a glass of red wine and raising it to the young shark when he looked over with a slight smile playing across his lips. Smiling back, lifting the mixed drink at the squirrel and taking a swig he finds it surprisingly good.


"Who is that?" Marco asked the barkeep, taking another sip. He wasn't usually interested in males but this one looked like an easy bottom, and didn't they say alcohol affected inhibitions?


The old buffalo didn't even look up from the mug he was cleaning as he spoke. "Town physician. Goes by Morley."


"Is he a nice guy?"


A shrug. "I've talked with him at length maybe 5 times in the 3 years he's been here. Not one for conversation, him. But he keeps us healthy, eases the dying's suffering and so on. So I'd say his heart is in the right place."


Marco opened his mouth to ask something else but the buffalo stopped him. Setting the mug down he looked into the young shark's eyes. "Look, I'm not here to play 20 questions kid. I'm fine with a little small talk but even I have limits. Next words you say to me better be a drink order or have a good night or I'm throwing you out on your ass and putting up a 'no shark's allowed' sign."


With that he turned his attention back to polishing (seemingly already clean, by Marco's eyes) glass after glass, mumbling about young people these days. Nonplussed, Marco grabbed hold of the mixed drink as he made his way over to the squirrel's table, stumbling against a chair. The drink must have been stronger than he thought.


"Thanks for the drink," smiling, Marco once again raised the glass of whatever it was in tribute to the older male. "It's really good."


"I'm glad you like it, it's a special mix of my own design." The squirrel spoke with a slight Eurasian accent, Marco thought probably somewhere in the UK but he couldn't place it. He raised out a leather-gloved hand. "Morley. Doctor Hector Morley. Pleasure, Mr...?"


"Tidewader," Marco replied, taking a hold of Morley's hand and giving it a shake. "Marco Tidewader." The rodent's grip was surprisingly strong for his presumed age, almost painful. He must work out often, thought Marco.


"Excellent," Morley purred, subtly eyeing up the tall, muscled young shark, especially the bulge at his crotch. 'What a prime specimen. Such good fortune, he's perfect.' He gestured to the chair opposite him. "Have a seat, my boy. I see that you're new in town, probably not much money on you if you've been sitting around here all day. I was just wondering if you happened to be open to spending the night keeping a lonely old man company? These long, cold Fall nights get very hard on these bones when I'm in bed alone."


Inwardly Marco screamed with joy, not registering the fact that Morley had been watching him since he arrived. Jackpot! A night in a warm bed, probably breakfast if he could guilt-trip the squirrel into it, on top of getting his rocks off? He could hardly contain his predatory smile through the growing haze of alcohol.


"Yes Sir," he purred, raising the glass' straw to his lips with some difficulty. "I'd love to show you a good time."


Finishing up their drinks Marco went to stand, his knees buckling underneath him almost immediately after trying to take a step; he would have crumpled if not for Morley's supporting arm around his shoulder holding him up and moving him towards the door. "There we are, just like that boy. One foot in front of the other..."


Kicking open the door the squirrel silently shot a knowing smile over his shoulder at the barkeep, the old buffalo returning it wholeheartedly as he watched Morley help the staggering city boy into the passenger side of his car. He couldn't wait for his chance to have a go at that supple young body of his, or at least what's left of it when Morley feels like sharing.


"Try and relax, you'll make yourself sick," Morley advised as they trundled up the old uneven roads. "Once we're home I'll get you fixed up good as new, maybe better!"


Marco was only half listening; he was beginning to realize he couldn't move his limbs. Well, he could move them, but it was sluggish and heavy, and any turn of his head sent his vision spinning. This wasn't normal. He'd been drunk before, it didn't feel like this.


"Wuh'zzn thaaa dri'k?" he tried to ask, the sound of his slurred voice terrifying him. What the fuck was going on!?


"Oh nothing special, like I said it's my special mix. Similar in effects to Rohypnol, soon enough you'll be unconcious and much easier to handle once we're home." Reaching over the squirrel rubbed his hand on Marco's thigh, slowly moving inward. Despite his fear and disgust he felt his cock at full mast straining against his pants, groaning when Morley gripped his bulge and gave it a harsh squeeze. "As you can see and no doubt feel, it also makes you incredibly horny. Let's have a gander at what I have to work with, shall we?"


Pulling off Marco's belt he pulled the shark's pants down, followed quickly by his boxers and freeing the thick long shark meat sticking embarrassingly straight up in arousal.


"Ooh, I caught me a big one!" Morley cackled, taking hold and giving it a few pumps. "I'm gonna have a lot of fun with this thing!"


Trying to bat the squirrel away proved useless--his arms simply lay uselessly at his side now, ignoring his commands completely. He felt sick, horrified, violated...and so horny. 'Please,' he thought, unable to speak. 'Please don't stop.' With all the power left in him, Marco began thrusting his hips into Morley's hand.


"Oho!" Exclaimed Morley jovially. "Someone's enjoying themselves, and not just me!" Picking up the pace he jacked Marco's dick hard and fast, all the while navigating the narrow woodland roads leading back to his cottage.


"I'll be nice and let you cum one last time in your old life, so you better do it fast before I change my mind." The sudden harsh tone of the old squirrel matching his grip on Marco's cock, squeezing the sensitive pole hard enough to bring tears to the shark's eyes despite the drugs. Surprisingly, the pain mixing with the pleasure; feeling his orgasm rising, grunting hard and jerking his hips, he tips over the edge just as Morley pulls his hand away. Eyes shooting open, he's helpless as he watches his cock shoot, splattering himself with almost a week of saved up jizz. No pleasure gained from the orgasm, only frustration, Marco feels his vision darken with the sound of Morley's sadistic laughter echoing in his head.


Still giggling to himself, Morley scooped up a load of the shark's cum and rubbed it into his sensitive snout, fucking his cum-covered fingers in the unconscious boys mouth. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun..." he sighed, the lights of his cottage appearing just on the horizon.
--
Marco woke with a start, fear and confusion still fresh in his disoriented mind. Trying to sit up he found his limbs, even his tail were immobilized with leather restraints to the frame he was laying on, some kind of gurney from a hospital. Looking around the room it could almost be mistaken for a hospital room at a glance. A medical cabinet, sink and counter lined the far wall, with various graphs of male and female anatomies and reproductive systems plastered all around. Focusing on one displaying a male Jaguar, Marco saw some irregularities. In every pose the male was restrained, usually with some kind of arm binding and a gag. He didn't look to be a willing participant; his front was covered in whip marks and what looked like cigar burns, and his cock was pulled back behind his balls in a particularly cruel chastity restraint.


Another showing a short female Akita seemed to display the effects of various body modifications. Starting out normal, the first showed her with breasts half the size of her body with huge rings pierced through the nipples, he next her lips her grossly enlarged. By the end she looked like a caricature you would see in a porn magazine specializing in bimbo fetishes.


The one that scared him the most though, was an empty display situated in front of his bed, the legend reading this subject was specialized in extreme toyification, with his name right below it.


Screaming in unbridled terror Marco tried to tear himself out of the restraints but they held fast, his actions all but useless against the padded leather cuffs. They were originally designed to hold mental patients but served their new nefarious purpose well. Struggling hard it wasn't long before the young shark was exhausted, breathing heavy through soft sobs.


Finally the sound of a lock disengaging, the door sliding open as Morley walks in now dressed in a white doctors coat holding a clipboard. Seeing Marco awake he smiles. "Ah, you're finally awake, good! That means we can get started!"


"Where the fuck am I!? What are you doing to me!? What the fuck is this!?"


Looking genuinely confused the squirrel looked around, gesturing with his hands. "Pretty obvious, isn't it? It's my workshop. It's where I make my toys, like I'm going to make you."


Wide eyed, he matches Morley's gaze, not liking what he sees. "Please," he begged, tears stinging his eyes. "Please just let me go. I won't say anything to anyone, I'll just get the next bus and you'll never see me again."


While Marco begged for his life Morley causally strolled over to the medical cabinet and opened it, searching around with his back obscuring the pleading shark boy's vision.


"Now why would I want to go and do that after all the work it took to get you?" Turning around he kept his right arm behind his back as he advanced on the helpless, terrified shark. "And after preparing everything so perfectly while you were out..."


Gulping deeply, Marco dared to ask. "Prepared for what?"


Grinning sadistically, Morley raised his hand from behind his back, holding a stainless steel meat cleaver. "Shark fin soup, of course!" Before Marco could even register the sentence the squirrel brought the cleaver down on the Shark's tail.


Marco screamed.
--
That had started it. Marco was left in constant pain from his severed tail, Morley seeing it unfit to rob the shark of his gift of pain. The psychotic squirrel had even been so "kind" as to save a bowl of soup for Marco with the express order that he must finish it all and not vomit it up. Following the amputation of his tail Marco was kept nude in strict bondage, left in his own little cell when he wasn't being used for Morley's pleasure or tortured for fun.


The squirrel had a particular interest in piercing, and soon enough Marco was accessorized with a pair of studs through his sensitive nipples and a heavy duty ring capable of supporting his body weight through his nose--Morley loved to hang him from it as punishment or during whippings. He used a scalpel to etch the word "toy" in to Marco's chest, deep enough to permanently scar.


Then came the process of toyification. One by one, Marco was forced to relinquish his limbs. Faced with the prospect of a real orgasm in exchange for the removal of an extremity, the poor abused shark acquiesced every time until he was nothing but a torso with a cock and balls to play with. His stumps were covered in steel mounting points, allowing Morley to restrain him in any way the psycho could imagine in his demented mind.


He was often used as a urinal whenever there was company over, all of the townsfolk new of Morley proclivities; as long as he kept funneling money into the town they could care less what happens to the various drifters that come across their town. Others paid a small amount to use or abuse the shark boy themselves, most of them despised city kids and loved to see him scream and beg for mercy never given.


Back to the present, Marco started at the sound of his cell door opening, groaning from both the sway his motions sent him in and the blinding light in the pitch-dark cell.


Morley stood outside the cell, dressed in his "dom" outfit of leather chaps and vest with matching boots and gloves. Wrinkling his nose at the smell he made his way over to the middle of the cell where Marco hung. The outside light illuminated the various obscenities scrawled across the cell walls by himself in one of his particularly extreme episodes.


YOU BELONG TO ME FOREVER
NO ESCAPE
THIS IS YOUR NEW LIFE
LOVE YOUR MASTER


"How's my favorite toy doing today, huh?" The chipper voice of the squirrel made Marco want to vomit, if there was anything in his stomach to expel. “Regret biting my dick yet?”


"Water," he croaked out. "Please Master, Water...I-I can't..." Cut off by Morley's hand on his balls, squeezing cruelly and drawing a hoarse cry of feral misery from the shark.


"What did I say about begging without permission?"


Sensing the mind game, Marco remained silent. Finally the vice-like grip on his balls relented. "Good toy. Now, you say you want water but you’re not even on the brink of death!” He punctuated it with a hard punch to Marco’s solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him and sending him swinging. Through the shark’s pain he felt his cock spring to life, masochism having become a coping mechanism early on in his captivity.


“God you’re such a little pain slut,” mocked Morley, grabbing Marco’s cock. Keeping a loose hold he gently pushed his shark toy back, watching his twitching cock slide through his fingers leaking pre while he swayed, groaning softly. “I can do anything I want to you and you stay hard. I don’t get why you always ask for this to stop when it makes you so horny.”


‘Because you fucking drug my food you psychopath!’ Marco shouted in his mind, clenching his jaw so hard it hurt. Finally the teasing hand left, leaving his unfulfilled cock to slowly wither.


“Believe me when I say I know your limits better than you do, Toy.” Gripping the shark’s neck he examined his gills. While dried out there was no lasting damage. “You can last at least another day and a half before you go into shock, and by that time I’ll have let you quench your thirst.” Sticking his fingers into the shark’s gills he twisted, drawing an agonized scream from Marco. “With my piss, of course. You haven’t earned back your pool yet.”


Normally when he wasn’t being punished or used by the townsfolk Marco was kept in an old swimming pool converted into a kind of sea habitat, made to look like the bottom of the ocean. Even without his limbs and tail the pool was small enough that he could swim without difficulty but large enough that he didn’t feel cramped. He knew it was just as much a tool to break him as the dungeon was, but he didn’t care. He felt safe in his cove, when he wasn’t forced to do tricks for herrings or desperately trying to get off by grinding his dick against any surface to get enough friction.


Turning to leave Morley shot one last devious look behind him. “Hope you got some rest by the way. Your shift starts now, and just look who came for a visit,” he smiled, disappearing through the door as the bartender took his place, nude and his cock ramrod straight.


“Hey kid, you miss me?”


Eyes widening in fear, Marco watches numbly as the buffalo clomped over to him. Using one thick finger he traced a long, slow line down the shark torso’s chest, over his muscular stomach, teasingly playing over his cock, his cum-heavy balls, Marco feels lit along his taint before it finally meets it’s destination, the handle of the anal beads currently crammed up the shark’s ass.


“No, please, don’t,” whimpered Marco, feeling the growing pressure of the barkeep pulling them out. “You don’t have to do this.”


“Oh I think I do, kid” smirked the barkeep, slowly jerking his own dick. “I paid good money for you and I expect you to be worth every penny.”


The first bead slips out with a pop and cry from Marco, the second and third following suit a moment later, the barkeep lets him rest for a moment as he lights a cigar. Sobbing, nauseated, Marco tries to breathe through his burning throat. The screaming was making it all the worse. There were still 5 more beads to go, he thought with dread.


Checking his watch, grunting in dismissive anger the Buffalo once again seizes the dangling handle of the anal beads, jerks downward harshly. Screeching, his cock shooting a load from the pressure against his prostate, Marco can only mutely squirm at the end of his chain before losing consciousness.


“Oh come on,” huffed the barkeep in disappointment. “Weak little fucker…see how you like this for a wake up call…”


Gathering up the shark’s seed from the floor he coats his cock, lubing it up so as not to split Marco in half. Moving behind him the barkeep lines himself up with Marco’s entrance.


“Wakey wakey, eggs and fucking bacey, bitch!” Shouting into the boys ear in time with a savage thrust of his hips, Marco’s eyes shoot open as a scream of agony erupts from his throat as the buffalo buried his cock halfway up the shark’s ass.


This was hell.