Doors to forever, Chapter 2

Vex raised his head slowly from what felt like a long sleep. Rubbing the night from his eyes, looking around him slowly. What a weird dream, he was thinking to himself as he slowly realized he wasn't sleeping in his usual tub. Vex was laid naked on a small bed made of hay and patchy fabric, with a thin sheet being the only thing keeping him decent. The young shark nervously looked around the room as it started to dawn on him, he'd woken up in an unknown location.

It looked to be a small fabric tent with various strange symbols dotting the walls. The floor was a wooden base the cloth snapped into, with the top of the tent being held up from a hook. Looking around the room, Vex couldn't find any clothes, while he was comfortable in his own body walking around naked while having no idea where he was didn't seem appealing.

The little 8-year-old shark boy did his best to tie the sheet over him around his waist. Though upon close inspection the fabric was so thin it was easy to see through it. It was the best the shark boy had at the moment, however, and he didn't exactly want to wait around for whoever brought him here.

Suddenly, light flooded the tent and Vex fell backwards as if he just got hit with a flash bang. A crocodile man standing around 5 ft in height with a muscular build wearing absolutely nothing at all stepped into the boy's tent. His cock was a little above average, roughly 7 inches, dangling right in the young boy's eye line.

Vex had an expression of concern on his face as the crocodile leaned down and brushed his hand against the boy's head. “Arc nuel voy kelibeb?” Vex's expression changed to one of pure confusion. “What?” Said Vex in the tone he might take when being told about a math equation well above his grade level. The crocodile tilted his head to one side and just took Vex by the hand and started tugging him along.

Vex, not having the strength to fight the crocodile, hesitantly followed along as he pulled on the boy's arm. Looking around outside, the boy's concern turned to wonder. His tent was attached to the front of a tree that must have been at least 3 stories in the air. The boy being walked down wooden paths that wound around tree tops. The muddy ground well below him and the realization truly donning on him, he was nowhere near his home anymore.

His wonder turning back to concern as the Crocodile man stopped and Vex bumped into his side, not looking where he was going. “Klebesh!” Yelled out the crocodile man in a commanding tone. A teenage crocodile boy stepped out, he had a feminine build but was packing heat. Cock dangling close to his knee's balls just a little lower. Vex knew it wasn't good to stare, but his eyes were really darting all over the place.

The teenager looked out with a tired look on his face, he was decked out with jewelry all across his body, though not a single piercing. Body paint decorating his form in harsh blue's against his green scales. “Nuel voy Leminash?” The teen spoke in an exhausted tone, and the adult crocodile brought Vex forward before ripping away the sheet he had on. The young boy blushing brightly as he tried to grab back at the sheet.

Vex looked around, searching for an exit strategy. A thousand different ideas as to what might be happening darted through the young boy's head, none of them good. The two crocodiles continued to talk in a dialect Vex couldn't understand while keeping a firm grip on his arm. Before finally the teenaged crocodile walked over to Vex placing a hand on the boy's chest. An erection slowly throbbing to live between the teen's legs as the hand ran slowly down the boy's form and cupped at the cub's balls. Vex blushed brightly and just closed his eyes, waiting for the worst.

“Kelibab voy eyes, young one.” Vex opened his eyes as the crocodile teen's hands slipped away from the shark's body, kneeling down to look at him. “Your right Nuel this one does seem to have some potential for channeling where did you find him again?” Vex could hear the words he couldn't understand, leaving the crocodile teen's jaws but found himself understanding their meaning.

The crocodile man finally let go of Vex's arm, standing up straight to point off into the distance. “He was found in the northern wet lands Klebesh he was being taken along with two others by the shadow tribe. We mistook him as a crocodile tribe member from under the cloth they kept them under and went to retake him.” Klebesh patted the young boy on the shoulder and gave him a smile to try to reassure him.

“So young one, do you know where you hail from? What is your name?” Vex had a thousand questions brewing in his head. Where was he? What was going on? Are his friends okay? Shadow clan, that sounds bad. Klebesh looked the boy dead in the eyes, and Vex took a deep breath. “I live in the suburbs and my name is Vex?” The boy was still groggy from waking up and absorbing a lot of information at once, so he spoke as if he was questioning himself.

Klebesh gave a curious look at the shark before leaning back and resting his hand under his chin. “I've never heard of the Suburb tribe, though a far away tribe would explain your lack of knowledge of the local tongue.” Vex's mind was instantly hit with the image of a large tongue out in the forest before he realized he meant language. “Still, the shadow tribe only rescues those who have no one else in this world from their knowledge. So I will be adopting you Vex of Suburbs!”

Klebesh gave Vex no chance to argue and Nuel simply walked away, leaving Klebesh to grab at Vex and pull him away. Vex did give an honest try and grabbing the sheet, but Nuel took it with him and Vex just sort of let the teen pull him along. The shark's mind racing with far too many details for him to resist. At times like these, he usually just waited for the adult in the room to do something. With those instincts in full gear, Vex just gazed out into the distance where the Crocodile man pointed.

It was a little hard to make out, but Vex could see beaches and a mountain with an ashen landscape in the far reach of his sight. Klebesh brought the shark to a building akin to that of a shrine. It had strange looking texts on the walls, although Vex could understand Klebesh when he spoke, his written word seemed totally meaningless to him. For all Vex knew they could be meaningless, a string of symbols here for looking pretty and nothing more. The shark boy's eyes lost in the swirling symbols, the way the colorful lines twist and turned looked almost like a static dance.

Inside the shrine there was a small cloth bed and colorful fabric which hang from the ceiling. It was the first building Vex saw that wasn't a cloth tent, sat on the wooden boards of the tree tops. Out of all the questions burning a hole in the shark's mind, one seemed to stand out from the rest. “What's a channeler?” Klebesh threw a tiny bit of cloth down at the shark. It was the same colorful cloth that hung down from the ceiling. 

Klebesh helped the boy get it slipped on and tied properly so it wouldn't fall off. It did next to nothing to actually hide the boy's junk, the tip of his cock and his balls hanging well below the end of the fabric, but it was better than nothing.

“Here you seemed to be nervous without your cloth. I imagine where your from status must be depicted through cloth, given how you were concerned about finding cloth earlier this will suit you better. Here, status is shown through jewelry, but I'll respect your traditions for now. I suppose you are still below the age of adulthood, though in our tribe you would have already started your training. Channelers are people who are able to control the flow of-” A sharp static sound escaped Klebesh's mouth as he spoke as if a radio had been stuffed into a dryer and turned on full blast.

Vex reeled back from the sensation that washed over him, feeling a little dizzy. “Ah, apologies, I should not use its true name to one who is untrained in its art. For the purpose of teaching you, we will simply call it power. For that is what it provides anyone with a mastery over it. My channeling is that of empathy, it's how we are able to understand each other now.” Klebesh comes closer and places his hand on the shark's chest, feeling up the boy's naked form.

“The easiest form empathy can take is that of lust, it's an almost universal feeling. Though those who cannot feel such sensations, enjoying a good meal or playing games is an excellent failsafe. I worried at first I might have to play a game with you without being able to teach you the rules, but it seems you're mature enough, we can understand each other on a sexual level.”

Vex blushed brightly, feeling the crocodiles grasp against him. His firm hand against his body as it lowers down under his cloth and gropes over his junk, playing with his cock while they speak. “That sounds ngh… like magic.” The teen leaned in close and gave the young one a kiss, jerking the boy off at this point. Pre escaping Vex's cock and lubing up Klebesh's hand as it slicks up and down the younger boy's cock. “Call it what you like, but I will understand the nature of your channeling soon enough once we are synched.”

Less than 10 minutes had passed since Klebesh had helped Vex into his cloth, and he was already nuzzling his muzzle under it. The teenager jerking himself off as his tongue slicked under the base of the shark's cock, running up to its tip. Vex blushed brightly, leaning back, small moans escaping his lips. Klebesh's jaw opening up around that cock and lowering it down into his maw, bobbing his head up and down slowly.

Vex grit his teeth and dug his claws into the wooden floor below, toes curling. His cock throbbed like crazy in that maw, feeling like it was about to burst. But as the boy edged closer, Klebesh slowed his jaws and sped his hands. Keeping the young shark on the razors edge of orgasm, driving the boy crazy. The crocodile slowing down his hand as he kept himself at the razors edge of orgasm. Vex could feel it, not just his own looming orgasm but the crocodiles. Vex's body, linked to Klebesh by the throes of the begging need for release.

Then his maw slammed down to the boy's balls and Vex fired off hard and fast. Klebesh painting the floor in front of him with thick ropes. Vex groaning out as what must have been pints of spunk blasted out his shaft. The crocodiles struggling to keep up his swallowing as his cheeks started to fill, and his throat bulged with spunk. His belly bloating up, looking almost chubby on spunk. Meanwhile, Klebesh had painted the floor with what must have been gallons of cum sludge sticky and thick dripping down through the cracks in the wooden boards.

Klebesh smiled and licked his jaws, leaving the cub's cock clean and flaccid as he stood himself up. “You are a lucky channeler indeed, most find attunement through emotion or thought, but you are attuned to the flesh.” Wasting no time at all the cub fallen backwards on the ground panting, Klebesh grabbed a dark green body paint and drew a heart on the boy's chest. “Congratulations channeler of body get yourself some rest for in a few hours once you are recharged we can start your training!”