Duke was a strong shark, his body was covered head to toe in muscular accomplishment, his smooth blue skin bulged out in various spots due to his strength and physique. 
However his heart and mind rarely matched the strength that his body possessed. 
They say that love is blind, and for the often lonely heart in his chest, that was absolutely the case with Duke. 
He fell in love easily and fell out of it hard, more times than not with a tearful car ride home, after losing his boyfriend to someone stronger, or more endowed where it counts.
That chain of bad luck seemed to run out when he fell in love with Cyril, a smooth bodied gecko who’s blue and green scales ensnared Duke from the first time they met.


But, as was typical of any person, Cyril had his fair share of secrets, nothing too horrible, at least he thought, just stuff that Duke didn’t need to worry himself over, situations that he would be able to get himself out of without the assistance of his big, beefy boyfriend.
One such secret was the fact the giggly twink had a vice that was quite costly, he enjoyed the riveting thrill of a dice roll, or roulette wheel’s spin, and as with most gambling addictions, it soon bankrupted him.
When his lines of credit ran out at most of the city’s legal casinos, it didn’t take long for Cyril to wiggle his way into the criminal underbelly’s less reputable gambling houses.
But the lizard’s spending and losses were a complete mystery to the bulky shark that he had fallen into a relationship with a few months ago, who was under the impression Cyril was just a tad less financially stable than himself, as a result Duke had given him love, loyalty, and cash, a lot of it.
To Duke, it was just an honest, loving way of showing the smooth bodied twink that his love and commitment was undying and unconditional, but to Cyril, it was appreciated but quickly lost whenever he had a chance to head to the roulette wheel.


“But, babe, didn’t I just give you a hundred dollars?” Duke asked, scratching the back of his head, his eyebrow raised in confusion.
“Yeah, but, I just, uh, couldn’t really resist buying...stuff.” Cyril said, his adorable smile widening as his wide eyes blinked.
Duke caved, again, under the precious expression that usually worked, Cyril knew exactly how to press his boyfriend’s buttons.
“Alright, fine, but I’m not even getting paid till next week, this has to last, silly.” Duke said, as he handed the eager gecko the contents of his wallet, a little over a hundred dollars, again. 
“Yay! Thank you baby, I’ll repay you with that tongue thing you like later.” Cyril replied, winking, sending a warm blush across Duke’s face.
As soon as he had obtained fundage, Cyril gave his boyfriend a few loving smooches, and headed out the door, his body dressed in hardly covering shorts, sandals, and a tube top, on his way to the abandoned warehouse he was all too familiar with.


Cyril’s wide eyes were focused on the little white ball, as it bounced around the spinning roulette wheel, clacking as it tapped over the red and black squares.
Every cent that his loving mate had entrusted him with was laying on the Red square, if he could just double that, he could lay it down on a higher number, and walk out of there rich, he just knew it.
“BLACK THIRTEEN!” Called out the croupier, a few cheers and jeers around the table.
Devastated, and sighing, Cyril walked away slowly from the table with a frown on his face, the feeling of loss never truly a full deterrent from doing in the first place, but nonetheless painful as he endured it again.
Heading toward the door, the Gecko was stopped in his tracks by two, larger furs, one a bulldog, the other a wolf, both of them clad in business suits, as they glared at him one shook his head and firmly spoke. “You’re coming with us kid.”
As he walked in between the muscular furs, Cyril was shivering, not sure if they were cops, or worse, but upon entering the office they led him into, it was obvious which it was.
“Sit the fuck down, we need to talk.” Said another fur, sitting at a desk.


Cyril obliged, sitting down in the metal chair across from the fur’s desk, the smell and dankness of the cigar smoke in the room made it nearly impossible to see who was speaking, before he leaned forward, smirking at him.
He was at least twice the size of any fur that he had previously known, a heavyset yet muscular Gorilla, his face was mildly scarred, his lips holding the thick stogie which filled the room with the smoke. 
“Do you know who I am?” The Gorilla asked, Cyril honestly shook his head no, “Clearly you don’t, otherwise you wouldn’t fucking owe me so much…”
The reality of the situation soaked into Cyril’s nervous heart, as he bit his lip and held onto his shorts and panicked, but felt a mild splash of relief as the angered face of the Gorilla turned to a sort of smile.
“My manners, forgive me, you can call me Peel, I’m an associate of the Dietrich family…” 
The fear washed over the gecko’s face again as he felt a few tears well in his eyes, his young slender frame trembled as the gorilla made his way to his feet, walking around the desk to the sitting gecko and placing a massive black hand on his shoulder. 
“D- Dietrich…” Cyril said, gulping.
The name was not unfamiliar to him, and he knew the gambling house was obviously illegal and ramshackle, but he didn’t know it was owned by one of the bloodiest, infamous Mafia families in the country. “I’m s- so sorry…” He started.
Peel chuckled and softly squeezed the lizard’s shoulder as he shrugged. “You’re not lucky at the tables, but you’re lucky you got MY casino, anyone else would have plugged you and called it a day, but I had my eye on you’se for a while…So I’ll make you’se a deal…”
Cyril rubbed his shoulder where the large gorilla had squeezed it and whimpered as he replied, “A- anything, j- just don’t hurt me…” 


~a few weeks later~


“Another date?, gosh, this is the third one this week…?” Duke confusedly asked his mate, looking to him with a smile.
“Of course baby, I mean, it’s free, why wouldn’t we enjoy it…?” Cyril replied as he adjusted his little blue bow tie, his oblivious mate still hardly questioning him.
It was indeed the third time this week that Cyril and his mate had gone to La Dolce Casa, the italian themed restaurant downtown, and while Duke was always excited to go with his mate, the reasoning behind the repeated visits was nefarious.
To Duke, it was that his loving, loyal lizard had won free meals for life at the restaurant, which inherently wasn’t false, the reality however, was that Peel was a tad more progressive than other family enforcers, and as a result, his outfit was filled to the brim with more ‘outed’ gangsters that often needed relief from the stress that criminal activity could bring.
“You have a point baby, I just, I don’t know, something about that place feels, weird…” Duke said softly, looking to his mate.
Deep down, Cyril wanted to confess to all of it, but it had gone on for so long, he didn’t even know how, the secrecy must go on.
“It’s just uh, security, babe, relax…”


~


A bulky leopard  smiled widely as he greeted Duke and Cyril once again at the front doors of the darkly lit restaurant, the only other customers were a few other associates of the family that were used to little twinks like Cyril pleasuring their ranks, and a few actual customers which were conveniently sat on the second floor, between a few layers of soundproofing foam and concrete. 
“Ah, Cyril, good to see you again, shall we get the paperwork taken care of?” The leopard spoke, smirking, the oblivious shark completely missing the smirk and actually believing each free meal required paperwork for ‘tax reasons’ as Cyril blushed softly “Sure!”
What was worse, the fact he was being blackmailed into being unfaithful to Duke, or that he was truly beginning to enjoy it? Whichever sin of the situation was worse was unknown, but both were true, as the leopard was leading Cyril back to the bar area, another waiter quickly ushered Duke away to a table at the far end of the eatery.
“One of these days he’s gonna see you, slut, and it’s gonna be awkward…” The leopard said as he led Cyril behind the bar, as he had several times before.
“I guess that’s kinda the point, huh?” Replied the bartender, an older fox, as the two others arrived next to him, smirking “He likes taking chances after all.”
The leopard was already unbuttoning his pants and the bartender took his apron off, tossing it to the side as Cyril blushed blue, having countless words he wanted to say in reply, but he could still hear the firm warning words of Peel in his mind “Shut up, suck or take it, do not resist my boys, and the debt goes down every time they use you.” 


At this point, the debt had to be either gone, or so low he could probably pay it off, but the shamefully blushing lizard reached up and removed his bowtie and knelt down, taking the now exposed flaccid cock of the Fox in one hand, and the warm hardening length of the Leopard in the other, slowly sliding his smooth hands over each of their lengths with skillful strokes and leaned into the Leopard’s cock first, sliding it firmly into his accepting mouth.
Duke sat at the far end of the restaurant, reading over the menu, his eyes so transfixed on the food and drink choices, he didn’t look up, if he would of, he would of been able to peer across to the bar and see the pleasured faces of the Fox and Leopard being stroked off by his boyfriend’s concealed hands.
“Ah, is Cyril filling out the paperwork?” Asked an antelope, smirking at Duke as he blocked the view intentionally with his body, holding a notepad. “Shame, take your order?”
Duke shrugged and smiled kindly at the antelope as he answered “I’m not really sure, I’ll wait for Cy.” The Antelope shrugged and walked away, Duke leaned his head down and read over the menu some more, as across the room, his boyfriend was eagerly bobbing his head over the Leopard’s cock.


“Uggh, that’s it, get your appetizer you little slut.” The Leopard chuckled as the warm and moist mouth of the lizard bobbed up and down over his sensitive cock.
Winning no awards for his libido, the Leopard’s teeth were already baring, his long feline meat throbbed red as it spurted ropes of cum directly down Cyril’s accepting, eager throat. “Fuccccck, yeeeaaahhh boy….” He groaned, petting the lizard’s head as he finished, pulling his cock from his mated mouth with a squelch. 
Cyril smiled up at the leopard and swallowed every drop of the feline’s cum, only as he looked up did he notice the sidearm on the leopard’s hip, blushing nervously, as the fact this armed criminal cat blowing a load down his throat excited him further. 
“My turn.” The older Fox bartender firmly ordered, as he bucked his hips forward, his throbbing vulpine cock leaked onto the gecko twink’s hand.
Wasting no time, while the Leopard zipped up and silently nodded to the Fox, walking away, Cyril scooted closer on his knees and pressed the Fox’s cock down into his reptilian mouth, the thickness and length delicious as he flicked his tongue in the exact fashion his boyfriend was such a fan of.


Duke sighed, drumming his fingers on the table, before impatiently, he stood up and looked around the restaurant, his vision sweeping over the spaghetti eating patrons, and the empty bar, the Fox bartender seemingly stressed out, as his face was red, and his fur was standing on end.
Walking to the bar with a smile, Duke took a seat on a stool near the softly panting Fox. 
“Bad day?” Duke asked, the Fox hardly looked up at the shark as his boyfriend was currently bobbing his head affectionately along each inch of the vulpine’s hard oozing cock.
“Nah, nnh, actually a pretty f- fucking good start to it...you’re Cyril’s man right?” The Fox asked, his cock twitching in Cyril’s mouth as he spoke
“Ah, yeah, that’s me” Duke replied, smiling.
Cyril, hearing his boyfriend not even two feet away, separated only by the mahogany wood of the bar, felt a familiar twinge in his unfaithful mind, the rush of chance, similar to the rush of the roulette wheel, it took hold and guided his throat down deeper, his tongue lapping at the Fox’s knot as he eagerly slurped the achingly hard elder’s cock into it.
“F- Fuck, nngh, you’re a lucky guy, he’s a cutie.” The Fox complimented, as he smirked at Duke, shocked he was so oblivious, pushing his hips forward, essentially stealth fucking the Gecko’s face.


“Aww, well that’s nice of you.” Duke said and smiled wider, feeling nice about the Fox’s completely misguided compliment. “Can I have a pint of lager, please?” 
Groaning out, and quickly blaming it on “The damn heat, uggh.” The Fox gripped the bar so tightly his fingers clawed into the wood, and the slurping Gecko felt the knot of the older Fox push into his mouth which he warmly suckled around, his throat flexing and sucking tightly around the vulpine cock.
“Go s- sit down at your t- table, someone will bring it out to you, oh god...f- fuck…” The Fox said, grinding his teeth and motioning his hand toward the tables.
The oblivious Duke obliged and walked away, back to his table, the only thought in his mind was a simple “It’s not even that hot in here…” 
As the muscular shark walked away, his loving boyfriend was having his throat filled with spurt after spurt of hot, elder Fox cum, his knot veined and red as his balls emptied, bucking forward and gripping ahold of the scaly’s head tightly while he sprayed his load down the mated Cyril’s mouth. 
A few moments passed and the Fox groaned as he pulled his cock from the smooth gecko’s cheating mouth, panting hotly as he smirked down at him “Fuuuck, good work, cutie, now take this to your boyfriend.” He encouraged, as he weakly pulled a tap down and filled a mug with a generic lager.


“Hey baby, sorry about that, there was such a load of paperwork this time…”
Cyril said, suckling on the breath mint that he had taken from the Bar, smiling at his mate and placing his pint of lager down on the coaster.
“Oh it’s fine, babe, did the bartender give that to you?” Duke smiled as he asked, Cyril nodded. “He sure did, such a good old fox huh?” 
The thrill was impossible to ignore, as he truly was savoring each devilish moment of the mobsters taking him at will, and Duke had still never suspected a thing, the bar being only the most recent of the risky activities he had engaged in.
Previously, the unfaithful gecko had given a speedy handjob to a panda while Duke was in the car opposite of him, taking the bags of takeout, he had taken a Dragon and a Wolf’s cock at the same time spitroasted in the restroom as Duke waited for dessert, and Peel himself had buried his meaty gorilla cock deeply into the tight, eager depths of the stretchy Gecko’s tailhole.
Sitting down, Cyril softly smiled at his mate as a few footsteps were heard behind him, and his eyes went wide, as he knelt his head down, the familiar scent of a specific cigar brand being smoked filled his small nostrils.


“You alright babe?” Duke asked, noticing the expression of his mate turning so sour.
Not here, not now, no way, how could Peel be here at the restaurant right now, they always met up at other locations, a pool hall, in Duke’s house while he slept, but not once had Peel been here, not since their adulterous deal began.
“Hey there, blue boy.” Peel said, as he planted that muscular, tobacco scented gorilla hand firmly on his shoulder. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Duke looked up at the furs that joined him, angrily. “Can we help you?” He asked, the Gorilla peered over his shades at the Shark and chuckled.
“Yeah, you’se can shut the fuck up, I aint talkin to ya.” Peel started, turning his glare to Cyril. “Frank said you did a good job with ya tail, he’s a kinky son of a bitch huh?” He joked.
Cyril’s eyes beamed, he knew what Peel was talking about, Frank was another of the many gangsters he pleased, a Kobold with a tail fetish, and the long, slender grip of Cyril’s disloyal tail did a wonderful job milking said Kobold, but the plain speaking made Duke’s brow furrow.
“The Hell do you mean?” Duke asked, the familiar feeling of betrayal sneaking up on him.
“I’m only gonna tell you’se one more time, shut your fuckin’ mouth, fish.” Peel firmly warned, pointing his hand at Duke as he turned back to Cyril again. “You gotta try that one on me some time…” 


Flabbergasted and angered, Duke looked at the brazenly speaking Gorilla, with the stronger, larger Leopard and Wolf at either side of him, the former of which had just moments ago emptied his balls into the Gecko’s throat, nervous but determined to understand what was happening, he softly looked to his blushing, nervous, gecko mate with a glare. “Wh- Who are these people, babe?”
Ignoring Duke entirely, Peel took a breath and smiled. “Now, you’se done a good job, so I’ma give you good news, ya debt is done, paid in full, as long as you do one, more job for me.” 
Cyril blushed deeper, he knew what Peel wanted, and he knew what the consequence would be, he knew since he started sucking the cock of any Dietrich gangster that pulled it out, but the piper had run the rats, and it was time to pay. “W- what can I do for you, sir…?”
Duke, now infuriated and betrayed, stood up from his spot and raised his pointer finger to the cigar smoking Gorilla. “Now you listen he-”
The Wolf stepped forward and grabbed Duke’s finger, and with little hesitation, snapped it backward, breaking it in his paw, as he snarled at the Shark who barrelled over in pain.


Holding his fractured finger, letting out a yelp, Duke looked up at the group, and his mate, who genuinely didn’t seem to care.
“B- Baby, c- call the cops?!” Duke yelped, the Gorilla peered down at him and sighed “Wrong words, fish.”
What the hell was going on, what debt, what jobs, who were these people and how did they know Cyril, more pressing, why did they break his finger, Duke was filled with fear, and pain, as he watched the other two walk toward him, he scooted back toward the door, and was greeted with the legs of the older Fox, he looked up and gazed into the barrel of a shotgun. 
“Don’t move any further…” The Fox firmly warned, as he pumped a shell into the chamber.
Duke had never seen a gun so closely before, the cobalt steel of the intentionally pointed barrel sent him into a sobbing, terrified bawl.
Across the room, however, Peel was softly caressing the self centered, adulterous gecko’s cheek with his index fingers, a stark contrast to the violence Duke was experiencing.


“You pleasure me, right here, right now, cuz god damn I need that ass, and as sure as the sun shines, your debt is paid.” Peel said, smiling genuinely to Cyril.
“B- But Duke…” Cyril asked, the Gorilla clicked his tongue three times before smiling. “Don’t you worry about the fish, Pay your dues, and maybe there’s a future for you at my side, cutie.”
Duke overheard that line, even as the Wolf delivered a swift kick to his chest, the muscles he had spent years building completely useless as he was outmatched and outnumbered, the only saving grace he could possibly have in this situation was Cyril, and he felt pain even worse than his broken finger, and easily fractured ribs, as Cyril replied.
“T- that would be amazing, sir…”
Sobbing, and filled with agony, Duke reached a hand up to Cyril, who actually did look back down at him and matched his pained gaze.
Sure, Cyril did love Duke, but in the past few weeks, Peel had given him everything he wanted, free food, free games, and sex, so much hot, risky, passionate sex…Duke was already a memory to him, as he ignored the gasping, injured Shark and looked to Peel with a smile “Or...s- should I call you...babe?”


Peel widely smiled and coughed into his hand, placing his stogie into a nearby ashtray as he turned to the Leopard and Wolf that were still swinging punches and kicks into Duke’s body.
“Make sure he can’t run away, disrespectful little fucking fish.” He ordered, pointing to the Leopard who nodded in return.
The Leopard reached into his waistband and drew the chrome plated sidearm that Cyril had lusted over when he swallowed his seed, and lined the sights with Duke’s leg, the shark could only clench his eyes as the loud crack of a shot rang out through the bar.
At first, Duke thought he missed, he felt nothing except the pain of the beating and the ringing in his ears, as another shot rang out, he opened his eyes, and looked down at his lower half.
Both of his knees were oozing blood, spurting the crimson fluid from his now incapacitated legs, as he felt the sudden, intense pain from the bullet wounds shoot up his legs, he screamed and clawed at the ground, watching in horror, and pain he had never comparably experienced, as Peel and Cyril began to fully, romantically make out.


Cyril hadn’t even flinched at the gunshots that rang out, he knew what he was getting into the moment he agreed to pleasure a literal mafia, his tongue danced carelessly in the musty tobacco flavored mouth of the leathery gorilla which was pulling his dress slacks away from his dainty feminine legs, wrapping them around his bulky, furry waist, he moaned attractively and laid back as he was placed on the table where Duke and he had eaten a few times before.
Peel groaned in pleasure as he let his massive, log of gorilla shaft slap down onto the dainty scaly’s stomach, at least six inches thick and thirteen long, hard and pulsing, Cyril lustfully reached down and caressed it, hissing in pleasured tones as he did.
Duke whimpered and sobbed, the pain was immeasurable, he couldn’t move as shock was setting in, his skin was going clammy and the room felt colder than a freezer, his eyes blinked as his vision was going blurry.
“Take me, Peel, p- please~” Cyril begged, his lust and affection to the Gorilla taking over, his body literally shaking in need, as he flicked his long tail to the side, exposing the soft blue pucker he knew Peel adored.
Peel nodded silently and pulled his hips back, guiding the tip of his gargantuan cock directly and raw into the warm embrace of Cyril’s tight depths, thrusting forward firmly and letting out a hot groan.
Cyril tightened around the invading gorilla cock, panting and hissing as he reached his hands down, rubbing his smooth stomach and gripping ahold of his own pulsing tiny cock, smiling in elysium up at the thrusting, powerful, lustful gorilla.
While they fucked, the massive gorilla slamming every inch deeply into the raw, smooth hole of the once loyally mated lizard, the gangsters stood facing away from the raw, passionate fucking behind them, looking around and being sure there was nobody minding business not their own.


Duke couldn’t feel anything, he was too weak, his eyes blinked and his body was chilled, he watched the silhouettes of the Gorilla warmly pressing his rod deeply into his boyfriend in such a familiar sense, he had been cheated on before, betrayed before, but never before had he felt so much pain he was numb. 
His father’s cruel words played in his mind, his brother’s abuse, his entire life had been a toy to play with in the hands of a family member or boyfriend, and finally it had come to fruition.
The only thing that reinvigorated his heartbeat was the screaming, pleasured moaning howl that Peel uttered.
“I’m cumming, take it Cyril, take it my little pretty boy!” Peel yelled out, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out inside Cyril, who reached up and gripped the Gorilla tightly, screaming out in reply, tightening.
Peel emptied himself deeply into Cyril, breeding and claiming him near his pale, pained ex boyfriend, intentionally gripping onto the Gorilla, Cyril held onto the furry back of the panting, orgasming Peel, burying his face into his chest and breathing deeply as the warmth of the enforcer’s cum splashed into him.


Moments passed and the Gorilla picked up his stogie with one hand, putting it back into his mouth, Cyril lay panting and well fucked on the table, cum oozing and leaking onto the floor off the edge of the surface as he lovingly smiled, his eyes closed in afterglow.
Duke looked up at the Gorilla who tucked his now flaccid cock into his slacks and weakly walked toward him, as he lay on the floor, bloody, battered and broken.
“Looks like he’s comin’ home with me, huh fish?” Peel said arrogantly, taking a drag from the shortening cigar.
Duke would have sobbed, would have pleaded, but he was too weak, he could only whine, looking up at the mobster who took two steps back.
“Take care of him.” Peel said, looking to the Leopard.
Fear shot through the Shark, the adrenaline allowing him to reach a hand up to Cyril, who didn’t even notice, he was able to scream one final time.


“Please. Don’t do this….DON’T D-”


He was stopped, by the loud crack of the Leopard’s pistol again, the red hot metal flew through his brain and out the front of his skull.
He had been shot, point blank in the back of the head, the shark’s brain spattered gruesomely over the hardwood floor.
His body twitched a few times, then went totally still, as Peel chuckled and kneeled down, pushing the red hot ashes of the cigar intentionally into Duke’s back, extinguishing it.
“Take this trash out.” He said, as he stood up and walked to Cyril, picking him up lovingly, and holding him close. “Close your eyes, beautiful, we’re going home.”
Stepping over the corpse of the betrayed Shark, who’s eyes glazed over, a look of heartbroken fear, confusion, and betrayal permanently on his lifeless face, blood had streamed from his lifeless skull and mixed in a mess with the cum that dripped from the table, two puddles of destruction joined on the floor as Peel and Cyril left the restaurant, leaving the Wolf and Leopard to clean up.


Days later, Cyril was sipping gin with his new mafioso boyfriend, and Duke’s rotting corpse was discovered by a hiker miles away from his final date, his face still showing that same heartbreak, that agonizing betrayal, and final pain of the bullet that put him off the plane of life.


At least, it would never happen to him again.