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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "First off, thank you for reading my story. I have over 500. Around 400 which will be published on various sites in a quick and whirlwind fashion. Please like, comment, or share my stories wherever you want. Anything is better than nothing. But do follow if you like my writing. There is so much more to come! Second, I do commissions and this is like 4 years of backlog. They are not edited, they have shit for blurb, no book cover, no REAL title, and the tags are shit. If you are interested in doing any of these things so that I can put it into a main file and distribute the blurb, better tags, or book covers and stuff, please reach out, or put it into the comments section. If I present better, I will have more clients in a segregated category and thus will be able to write more of these unique individualized kinks. Equally so, editor needed. Now, I know what your thinking--- WHY am I not doing this myself? Well, good dear reader, Rough guestimation, I have over 5k pages to tinker around with. I've not shared my backlog because of want for perfection. Would you rather my words not perfect, or not have my work at all period? Backlog of 4 years. And if I don't push it out, I never will. I also run two businesses to keep me afloat. Unlike that one song, time, my friend, is not on my side. \nThank you again for being amazing! \nPLEASE like, rate, or whatever. Trying to build a community instead of being an invisible thumbprint on the far reaches of the vast internet. \nA final note. If you know anyone, or community, or website that might be of use to me... Never, ever, ever hesitate to contact me. This job is a HARD job, it is fulltime, but I love it so much. Help me continue living this dream of learning about unique kinks and desires. \nAnd if you have a complaint on my tense shifting or my comma splices. Take a number! I know my severe weaknesses. I know I am not the best writer, I also know that I am not the greatest, but I feel my gift is UNDERSTANDING a persons wants. That, alone, is my skill set, not writing. \nCHECK BIO FOR LINKS. Also, newsletter everyone. Sign it, please. \n\t\n\t\t \"So, we're dead even after eight events,\" Marcus lamented, catching his breath, his hooves on his scaly knees to keep himself upright. His fat gut heaved in and out, barely contained by his frat t-shirt. A little, grey belly button made itself known above his athletic shorts.\n\t\t\"Bullshit, dude. Your dick is not bigger than mine. You totally cheated and you know it. As far as I'm concerned, I won. You're the beta cuck. I'm the alpha, and everyone's going to know about it,\" Chad countered.\n\t\t\"The fuck you are! It's tied. I'll whip out my dick right now and make your girlfriend suck it, then we'll see who's bigger.\"\n\t\tChad thought to himself 'been there, done that.'\n\t\tChad punched him in the arm. \"Shut the fuck up about my girlfriend. Like she'd even go for a beta like you. She knows who fills her up. I don't know about you, but I'm about sick and tired of this little contest. If you're not even going to play fair, then I don't even see the point.\"\n\t\t\"Nah, you're just being a pussy and trying to quit. Fine, if you want to run away so bad, just admit you're my inferior, and we'll stop,\" Marcus said with a grin.\n\t\t\"Well, I'm sure as fuck not doing that. And I don't think you can think of any more contests we can compete in where I won't absolutely destroy your fat ass.\"\n\t\t\"You wish your ass was this fat. Girls love the badonk. Love to eat it. Girls today, at least the slutty ones, know how to please a guy. They know who's in charge.\"\n\t\t\"Yeah, I seriously doubt you're getting cute girls to eat your ass. Maybe guys...\"\n\t\t\"You have no idea. Girls love a jock, and they love a clean-cut frat boy. They know who's going to be attractive and successful after college. They're not as dumb as they look,\" Marcus pulled his thick tail around in front of him and took a seat. The lawn chair quietly squealed as it bent under the weight of his thick gut and even thicker thighs. He subtly nodded to himself as if acknowledging how smart his own words were.\n\t\tIn truth, with the addition of the girlfriend, their previous fuck fests were discontinued, though secretly both dino's wanted to continue their contests in a more sexual manner - as they once did, as how it should be. Truth was, these contents were just foreplay for the main event. \n\t\t\"I don't care who's eating your ass. Either think of a contest quickly, or I'm calling Jessica, and I guarantee she'll eat my ass if I told her to. At least I can hang onto a girl, unlike Mr. Personality here,\" Chad also took a seat but started texting, the lawn chair also bent under his impressive weight. His gut was so big, it acted as an armrest as he texted his girlfriend. The sides of his chubby hips pushed out under the actual armrests like two, green rolls of dough.\n\t\t\"Chicks dig me, dude. I don't need to prove nothing. And since you're pussy whipped, we can't exactly have a contest to see who can pick up the most chicks. I'd destroy you if it came to that. Send you home crying.\"\n\t\t\"Just fucking pick something, or I'm leaving!\" Chad snapped, and Marcus scowled, raising his long neck to be taller. He didn't like when people yelled at him or tried to talk over him. He was an alpha male and didn't take shit from anyone. Especially little cuck bitches like Chad who thought they were better than him. Ever since Chad joined the frat, Marcus had a bad feeling about him, even tried to get him kicked out during pledge week, but they couldn't kick a frat member out without a serious infraction. Chad was an asshole who thought he was better than everyone else, but he was also squeaky clean. He came from money, had a steady girlfriend even though he could have been pulling in tons of chicks with his gut and fat ass, and didn't fuck around with drugs even though he drank like he had a 40-gallon gas tank which also meant a drinking contest was out of the question.\n\t\tThere had to be something Marcus could come up with to fuck him over. If he was being honest with himself, Marcus had underestimated Chad, even though it did seem like Chad was cheating during their contests, Marcus just couldn't prove it yet. But maybe he didn't need to beat Chad at something he was already good at. Maybe he just had to create a contest that nobody could win and just make Chad go first and look like a loser.\n\t\tMarcus thought about this for a moment. It probably had to be dangerous, maybe even deadly. It wouldn't be the greatest loss to the frat if Chad died accidentally. Would be kind of hilarious actually. But what contest could he convince Chad to do that was also impossible?\n\t\t\"Texting Jessica now. Better think of something, or I'm out in 5.5 seconds, bro.\"\n\t\t\"Shut the fuck up and let me think. No one cares you fuck that slut. Literally no one. Half the guys in the frat have cum inside her. The other half in her mouth.\"\n\t\tChad gave him another punch on the arm, this one quite stiff. His grey scales were turning purple from the repeated punches. Marcus tried not to wince. He definitely needed to get Marcus back for all these unsolicited punches. Then he thought of something.\n\t\t\"Okay, stop texting your bitch. I thought of the perfect contest. This will be the last one, right? Whoever wins this one is the alpha male, and the other is a beta cuck. Right?\"\n\t\t\"Yeah, whatever. And don't fucking try to cheat again. Just tell me what it is so we can get this over with.\"\n\t\t\"It's hard to explain. I'll have to show you. Let's take the Escalade.\"\n\t\tMarcus huffed. \"You drive like a pussy, dude.\"\n\t\t\"Just get in the car!\"\n\t\t\"This isn't like band camp, keep your hands to yourself. You touch my dick like a shift, I will be upset.\" \n\t\t\"Yeah, okay. Fine. This isn't like that road trip then, no jerking me off on the highway.\" \n\t\tThe two frenemies piled into the front of the Escalade and took off for a destination only Marcus knew. Because of their long necks, they had to stick their heads out the sunroof to comfortably sit in the car. The doors barely closed as their fat butts took up all the room in the seats. The steering wheel pressed into Marcus's gut as he drove. They left their small college town and headed south to the rural part of the county. Stores and houses quickly turned into expansive open fields of crops and the occasional barns.\n\t\t\"Where the fuck are you taking me?\" Chad asked who finally stopped texting long enough to realize they had left town.\n\t\t\"To this quarry. I have a perfect idea to determine who the alpha male is and who the beta cuck is.\"\n\t\t\"Yeah, what is it?\"\n\t\t\"Not going to tell you. Don't want you strategizing and shit,\" Marcus scoffed.\n\t\t\"Just fucking tell me, dude! Jesus Christ. You're not in the FBI. You think you're clever for keeping it a secret? I don't think it's fair you get to surprise me with the last test. Almost sounds like...cheating.\"\n\t\tMarcus clenched his jaw. \"Fine, you little bitch! We're going to see who can hold their breath the longest, okay? You happy now? Can you stop moaning for five consecutive seconds? I swear, you're worse than a woman!\"\n\t\tChad smiled to himself. \"Bro, I have to hold my breath every time I go down on your mom. This will be a piece of cake.\"\n\t\t\"Yeah, probably eating all the cum out of her pussy like the beta cuck you are.\"\n\t\t\"Gross...but you should know, I was on the swim team in high school. Broke the state record for holding my breath the longest. Seven minutes, fifteen seconds, bruh. Gonna' smoke you.\"\n\t\t\"Like you smoked my cock that one time?\"\n\t\t\"Ah come on dude, we ain't talk about that shit right now. Never happened.\"\n\t\t\"Fuck it didn't.\"\n\t\t\"Prove it!\" \n\t\tMarcus swallowed hard. He had forgotten Chad had been on the swim team in high school when he came up with this plan. But they were already less than a mile away, and he would look like a total pussy if he tried to turn the car around now. He'd have to get creative if he wanted to win.\n\t\t\"But why do we have to drive to bum fuck nowhere to hold our breath? Could have done it back at the house instead of wasting an entire afternoon driving.\"\n\t\t\"Quit your bitchin'. You'll see why when we get there.\"\n\t\tThe two frat bros arrived at a dirt road that led deep into the wilderness. At the end was a huge quarry with high cliff sides. The bottom was filled in with rainwater. There wasn't anyone at the quarry in early spring. A lot of people would come in the summer to take a dip, but in late March the place was totally deserted.\n\t\t\"What the fuck is this place?\" Chad asked as he got out of the car, checking his phone one last time, \"no fucking reception out in the boonies.\"\n\t\t\"It's the quarry, dude. Every weekend we'd come out here at night and get wasted. I've fucked so many chicks here, bruh. This place brings back a lot of memories.\"\n\t\t\"Yeah, I'd believe you went down on a bunch of dudes after you promised it wasn't gay to blow them,\" Chad said with a chuckle.\n\t\t\"Didn't ask for your fap material. Now come on. Can't puss out now.\" Marcus led Chad down a crisscrossing gravel path. Their fat butts swayed back and forth, until they were at the bottom of the quarry. A silty cove opened up and allowed safe access to the water. Even at the water the quarry was completely abandoned-too cold to swim and not enough sun to tan.\n\t\t\"What the fuck are we doing here?\" Chad asked, \"I thought this place was going to smell, but it doesn't.\"\n\t\t\"Nah, there's this algae unique in the quarry that eats all the debris and shit and filters the water. Can drink it, it's so clean. Now I want to show you something. Most people don't even know this is here.\" Marcus walked up to the water line then walked along the Cliffside out of sight, \"Come on, bitch!\"\n\t\tChad huffed and followed him. Both of them left huge tracks in the silty beach. Obscured by the Cliffside was more beach along with jagged, rocky outcroppings. They carefully walked along the narrow beach and rocks until Chad saw something he couldn't believe.\n\t\t\"What the fuck is that!\" Chad asked, louder than he expected.\n\t\t\"It's a bubble, dude. Are you retarded or something?\"\n\t\t\"Why the fuck is it so big? What is it doing here?\"\n\t\tFloating on the surface of the water was a bright green bubble the size of a Volkswagen beetle. It looked like something that might have been left by aliens; it was so out of place in the natural beauty of the quarry. The sunlight glared brightly off its green surface. There was no logical explanation for it being here or why it hadn't burst against the jagged rocks.\n\t\t\"From what my science teacher told me, this was made by the algae at the bottom of the quarry. Apparently, it's this super rare species of algae that secretes this waxy residue, and when it releases oxygen, you get these firm little bubbles that float to the surface. But sometimes when the water is really still and the sun is really bright, all the bubbles will fuse together underwater and form one big bubble like this. This has been here for years, and no one can pop it.\"\n\t\t\"I could pop it...\" Chad said under his breath.\n\t\t\"Yeah, maybe with your needle dick. So, my idea for the final ultimate alpha male contest is, we each take turns inside the bubble, and whoever can hold their breath the longest wins. This way you can't cheat by sneaking air. We'll both have access to the same amount of air, so it's fair.\"\n\t\t\"Okay...but how do you get into the bubble? Not exactly a door or a zipper.\"\n\t\t\"You just climb the rocks and jump on it. You'll slide right in,\" Marcus explained.\n\t\t\"Okay...but what if we can't get out and one of us suffocates?\"\n\t\t\"You being a puss now? Mr. Captain of the swim team?\"\n\t\t\"I'm not being a puss. I want to know how to get out after I smash your record. Don't want to suffocate doing dumb shit like this.\"\n\t\tMarcus shook his head. \"I'll pull you out when you want out. Okay? Unless you're backing out now. In that case, I win.\"\n\t\t\"You don't win. I never said I wouldn't do it. I just want to know the parameters and shit. Can't win a race unless you know how long it is. But I want to see you go first.\"\n\t\tMarcus paused for a moment and looked at the bright, neon bubble. \"Nah, bitches first.\"\n\t\t\"Yeah, that means you first. Show me how it's done.\"\n\t\t\"I said, ladies first.\"\n\t\t\"Bitch, do it or I'm going back to the car. I ain't got time for this dumb shit. Here, I'll time you,\" Chad pulled out his phone, swiped to the clock feature, and opened the timer, \"soon as you're in I'll start the timer.\"\n\t\t\"Yeah, I'll be doing my own timer in the bubble too because I don't fucking trust you,\" Marcus said as he climbed a nearby rock.\n\t\t\"Yeah, I don't care.\"\n\t\tMarcus climbed to the top of a nearby outcrop and steadied himself. He studied the bubble for a moment, hesitating. This wasn't the way his plan was supposed to go, but maybe this was for the best. If he did this, then Chad would have to do it too. If Chad bitched out, then Marcus would win by default. Either way he would get what he wanted.\n\t\tMarcus took several big breaths to stretch his lungs then held the last one in before cannonballing onto the bubble which went flat then expanded again. The bubble enveloped him completely, consuming his long neck last.\n\t\t\"Holy shit,\" Chad said to himself, almost forgetting to start the timer. Inside, Marcus started his own timer. The inside of the bubble was strange, like being in another world. Marcus had been in it before as a secluded place to get head, but never in the daytime. To kill time, he started to text some of the girls he fucked around with until he realized there was no reception. He tried to look up some t-girl porn then again realized there was no reception. Finally, he just played one of the few games he had on his phone. The game worked a treat as it helped him keep his mind off holding his breath. The chip-tune noises of the game echoed strangely inside the bubble.\n\t\tMarcus briefly looked up and could see the blurry silhouette of Chad standing on the shore waiting for him. As soon as Chad was in here, Marcus would just walk away and let him die in the bubble. The best part was, no one would find him for months because the quarry only ever really got busy in the summer, and even then, people would have to know about this little alcove AND notice Chad in the bubble. AND THEN, even if they did find him, it would just look like Chad accidentally killed himself. There was no way they could tie it back to him or prove it was malicious.\n\t\tThe plan was almost too perfect. He would get to shame Chad by beating him in the contest, and Chad would be gone from the frat forever, leaving Marcus as the uncontested alpha. He could even fuck Chad's girlfriend when she came around the frat and started asking about him. Marcus knew she went for the chubby athletes if she was dating Chad. It would be the ultimate fuck you to the prick.\n\t\t\"Fuck!\" Marcus shouted as he became lost in thought and lost focus on the game, causing him to lose, \"oh fuck...\" he whispered as his breath escaped his mouth.\n\t\t\"Having trouble in there?\" Chad asked from outside.\n\t\t\"Nah, just getting comfortable,\" Marcus lied. Panic set in for a moment until he realized there was actually air inside the bubble from when he entered it. It wouldn't last forever, but he wasn't about to die immediately either. Thankfully, he had a backup plan.\n\t\tMarcus removed a straw from his pocket. He wasn't going to resort to this because he didn't even really need to beat Chad today, but he wasn't about to embarrass himself with a poor performance either. Carefully he pushed the straw through the surface of the bubble and sucked in fresh air. He could stay in here all day with the straw, and Chad would be too stupid to figure it out.\n\t\t\n\t\tOutside the bubble, Chad began to grow impatient. He knew from being on the swim team that most people couldn't hold their breath for more than a few minutes. Marcus was an athlete, so maybe he could hold his breath a little longer than the average person, but Chad was a state level swimmer. Seven minutes and fifteen seconds was an incredible record, one he didn't even have to cheat to obtain. Once the timer reached seven minutes, Chad hit pause. Fuck the fat ass. He was doing something there. There must have been clean air inside the bubble which would explain how Marcus was still alive. Eventually that would run out too. There was no way Chad was going to lose to this fag.\n\t\tAfter ten minutes with no phone and nothing else to do, Chad became agitated.\n\t\t\"You still alive in there, bitch?\" Chad asked.\n\t\t\"You know it. My phone says ten minutes. Bet you're feeling pretty sorry right about now. Want me to come out and you can just quit?\"\n\t\t\"Nah, I'm going to smoke you.\" Chad walked around the bubble to see if there was a hose or something, anything Marcus was using to cheat. The bubble was pretty unremarkable besides its conspicuous color, and there didn't seem to be anything fishy going on. Chad paced back and forth, trying to figure out how Marcus was lasting so long. Then he spotted it. On the far side, away from the cove, a little, white straw was sticking out. The fat bastard was cheating all along! Chad was about to call him out for it, then he got an even better idea. Quietly, he waded out into the water and started pounding on the bubble.\n\t\t\"What the fuck are you doing!\" Marcus yelped.\n\t\t\"Just making sure you're still alive. No way I could carry your fat ass back to the car.\"\n\t\t\"Bruh, I just talked to you thirty seconds ago. You pull anything like that again, I'll fucking leave you here. You got me, bro?\"\n\t\t\"Don't be a bitch...\" Chad teased as the bubble spun on the water's surface, bringing the straw towards him. Chad placed his hoof over the straw and waited.\n\t\t\"Jack ass, probably fuck my ass if I was dead, fucking freak. Just like when you thought I was sleeping that one time. Fag-ass.\"\n\t\tInside the bubble, Marcus contently sucked on the straw. Then his face started to go cold, and his lungs ached. The straw wasn't working anymore. Marcus wheezed heavily and started coughing. It felt like fire in his lungs as his body screamed for air. His vision started to go dark, and he pounded helplessly on the walls of the bubble. He knew from experience the only way out of the bubble was to be pulled out.\n\t\t\"Help...\" he gasped, but his voice was barely audible.\n\t\t\n\t\tChad removed his hoof and let him breathe again. Then he got a half chub. This was way more interesting than he thought it would be. Torturing the fat bitch was more fun than fooling around with Jessica. As he understood it, Marcus couldn't get out of the bubble without his help. He was trapped there. No one was around if he screamed for help. Marcus was totally helpless, and Chad had complete control if he lived or died.\n\t\t\n\t\tMarcus thought he was going to die when his vision started to return to normal. His lungs stopped burning, and strength returned to his muscles. There must have been a hole or kink in the straw, so he pushed it out of the bubble further to make sure that didn't happen again.\n\t\t\n\t\tChad placed his hoof over the straw again, and once again, after a few moments, Marcus started to wheeze and cough. Chad was fully hard now. Marcus was his beta bitch. If he wanted to, he could just kill Marcus and leave him here. This place seemed secluded enough. It would probably be months before anyone found him. The thought made his erection painful. This was so brand new to him, and it felt like his veins were being dumped full of adrenaline. Chad waited a moment then covered the straw again, getting more aroused.\n\t\t\n\t\tOnce again, darkness descended on Marcus. His whole body burned, and for some reason he got hard from asphyxiation. He frantically pounded on the walls of the bubble but could only meekly beg to be let out. Chad didn't even know he was suffocating in there. With his last breath, he sucked in as much air as possible in order to cry for help.\n\t\t\n\t\t\"Fuck! Let me out!\" Marcus screamed, making Chad feel like he was about to nut. Chad hesitated a moment, wondering if he should just leave Marcus in there to die, then he realized he was being a little cum drunk and reached into the bubble to grab Marcus's arm. With some effort, he was able to pull Marcus out who fell on him as they both landed in the water.\n\t\t\"Gross! Are you fucking hard right now!\" Marcus yelled between coughs before climbing off of him, not even bothering to help Chad up.\n\t\t\"I know you were using a straw to cheat,\" Chad said as he stood up.\n\t\t\"The fuck I was!\"\n\t\t\"I saw you, bitch! Why do you think you kept suffocating while you were using the straw? I saw you.\"\n\t\t\"You motherfucker! You were covering it up! You could have killed me!\" Marcus shouted and shoved Chad who fell against the bubble and almost fell in. Chad got up and shoved him back, but Marcus grabbed his arm and pulled him down with him. The two began wrestling in the shallow water on shore. Chad's chub soon began to make itself known.\n\t\tThe reason he never took wrestling in high school was because in middle school he would always get aroused when wrestling with the other boys. It certainly didn't help things to be wearing a tight singlet where everyone could see his hard chub. For two years he fucked every girl that would have him just to shake the rumours he was gay. Now it was all coming back with Marcus on top of him.\n\t\t\"Why the fuck are you hard!\" Marcus yelled at him, punching him half-heartedly in the face.\n\t\t\"I can't fucking help it! I got a big dick, and it's really sensitive. I guess because you're so feminine, it responds to you,\" Chad fumbled out a lame excuse. Marcus pulled Chad's shirt over his head and began punching him in his fat gut to no effect. Chad responded by doing the same, but only caused Marcus to fall on top of him. A stray thought went through his mind, urging him to pin Marcus down and fuck him.\n\t\t\"Dude, you're such a fag. I guess I can let you suck my dick if you really want to. I won't tell Jessica, but I'll probably fuck her though.\"\n\t\tChad punched him as hard as he could, sending Marcus sprawling backwards against the bubble which ricocheted him back onto Chad. Now Marcus was pissed, trying to punch Chad in the head for punching him so hard.\n\t\t\"Stop fucking hitting me! I don't let no one hit me. You understand!\" Marcus shouted, hitting him in the face. The half-gay half-playful way the frat guys roughhoused soon turned violent as the two frenemies started really wailing on each other and trying to drown each other.\n\t\t\"Lighten up or I'll shove my cock in your mouth!\" Chad shouted as he fought his way to be on top.\n\t\t\"Fuck you, fag! Going to tell everyone at delta iota nu omicron that guys get you hard.\"\n\t\tChad was frustrated with how aroused he was as he tried to hurt Marcus to shut him up. Punching him didn't seem to work, not that he was any good in a fight. Then he got an idea to shut Marcus up for good. He flopped out his huge dino erection and eased it towards Marcus's face.\n\t\t\"What the fuck are you doing!\" Marcus screamed, trying to get away, but Chad had his chest mounted. Chad grabbed the back of his head and pulled it towards his long, hard cock. Instead of making him suck it, he snapped a picture on his phone. Marcus stared open mouthed for a moment, unable to believe what just happened.\n\t\t\"There. That ought to shut you up. You tell any of the guys you made me hard, then I'll show them this pic of you sucking on my cock. Now let's call it even.\" Chad climbed off of him and even helped Marcus up. Maybe this would finally put a stop to all his bullshit knowing he could drop this photo on him at any time.\n\t\t\"We good?\" Chad asked, holding out his hoof for a bump. Marcus was staring at the ground, his body tensed in anger. Instead of hoof bumping him, he tackled Chad hard, and they both went tumbling backwards towards the bubble. A small, rocky outcrop tore Marcus's shorts open, leaving both the frat boys naked and exposed. Instead of falling into the reservoir, the bubble became wedged between them and a rocky outcrop. The bubble went flat then enveloped Chad with a plop. Marcus sat in the water, staring in disbelief at what just happened.\n\t\t\"Help!\" Chad screamed from inside the bubble. Marcus stood and smiled to himself as he realized what had happened. Chad was trapped in the bubble now.\n\t\t\n\t\t\"Helppppp!\" Chad screamed, pounding on the walls of the bubble. Each smack had this weird, half-plastic, half-metallic sound which echoed off the confines of the bubble and rang in his head like a bell. Chad was already hyperventilating despite only being in the bubble a few seconds. The inside was very hot from the sun beating down on it and the residual body heat from when Marcus was inside. Chad fought, and thrashed with the walls of the bubble, but it was like trying to punch through a yoga ball. He debated trying to push his phone through the wall to create a hole but hesitated.\n\t\t\"Marcus! Get me out of here!\" Chad screamed.\n\t\t\"Nah, bro, you're good. Serves you right for blackmailing me. Probably going to watch you awhile then take off. Don't need fags like you back at the frat.\"\n\t\tChad's mind raced. It certainly didn't help that he was in such an enclosed space. He could sit at the bottom of a pool with weights on for five minutes or more totally at peace, but these narrow walls felt like they were suffocating him. He needed to get his head on straight and figure a way out. He was the smartest guy in the frat, surely there was a way to escape this.\n\t\t\n\t\tOutside the bubble, sitting on the shore, Marcus sat naked and watched Chad suffer. His long, thick tail acted as a chair he could lean back in, and knowing Chad was going to die soon made him feel oddly sexual. He thought about beating off since no one was around and Chad couldn't see him, but thought that would be kind of gay, so he abstained.\n\t\t\"Having fun yet?\" Marcus called to him, casually stroking himself. Was kind of fun being naked outside and catching some sun. He'd have to do it more often.\n\t\t\"Fuck you! Get me out of here!\" Chad wailed, real fear cracking his voice. He started pounding on the bubble again, sending ripples out across the water's surface and making the bubble bend and shudder. Marcus and his friends knew about this bubble for years, and knew there was absolutely no way to pop it. Even putting a hole in the thing just made it heal immediately.\n\t\t\n\t\tChad was on the verge of tears, losing strength as his oxygen ran low. He tried pounding on the walls more but had little strength left. He checked his phone but still had no service. All he had was that hot picture of Marcus trying to suck his dick. Then he got an idea.\n\t\t\"I'll delete that picture if you get me out of here!\" Chad shouted to him.\n\t\t\"Nah, bro. Push the phone out of the bubble, I'll delete it, then I'll pull you out.\"\n\t\t\"Fuck you. I'm sending it to all the brothers so everyone will know what a fag you are unless you pull me out.\"\n\t\t\"Bruh, I know you don't have any service, or you would have called for help. I'm not stupid like you are.\"\n\t\tChad gritted his teeth. Even if he could call the police, he didn't know where this quarry was. It almost felt like it would be more useful to send this image to everyone just to fuck Marcus over one last time. But now he was going to die in this bubble with the picture still trapped on his phone. Then he realized something.\n\t\t\"If you leave me to die in here, then whoever finds me will probably go through my phone and find that picture. They'll show the police, and your picture will be on the news, and everyone will think you're my bitch.\"\n\t\t\n\t\tMarcus's blood ran cold. That fucking fag. He stopped stroking and stood up. All the arousal was gone, replaced with primal fear. He couldn't risk anyone seeing that photo. He had to get that phone.\n\t\t\"You delete that photo, and I'll pull you out, okay?\"\n\t\t\"Fuck you, fag. Pull me out first or everyone's going to know soon enough.\"\n\t\t\"You'd rather die than delete that photo?\"\n\t\t\"You cheat and lie about everything. I ain't going to start trusting you now,\" Chad paused to wheeze and catch his breath, \"Pull me out or else.\"\n\t\t\"Fuck you!\" Marcus cried.\n\t\t\"Fuck you!\" Chad shouted back, weakness in his voice. Rage filled Marcus as he waded out into the water and started pounding on the bubble.\n\t\t\"You motherfucker! Delete that or I'll fucking kill you!\"\n\t\tChad didn't respond. Marcus wailed on the bubble with his hooves to no effect, except the bubble floated away into deeper water near the public cove.\n\t\t\"Fuck, fuck, fuck!\" Marcus yelped, wading out to pull the bubble back. Thankfully, his neck was long enough to stay above water.\n\t\tAfter retrieving the bubble, he sat on the shore to figure out a solution. Even if he waited for Chad to die and got into the bubble, he wouldn't be able to get back out without help. The only way was to get Chad out alive, but maybe there was a compromise. Marcus waded out into the water again.\n\t\t\"Here.\" He pushed his drinking straw through the surface of the bubble. Chad fumbled around inside until the straw popped halfway out.\n\t\t\"Now can you just give me the phone. Not like I want you to die or anything. I showed you I'm a good guy.\"\n\t\tChad said nothing.\n\t\t\"Come on. Stop fucking around. How long do you want to be there? If I leave right now, it could be months before anyone finds you. Even if they see the bubble, they won't know you're inside. You could be in there until school lets out or even longer.\"\n\t\t\"Fag...\"\n\t\t\"You fuck!\" Marcus screamed, punching the bubble as hard as he could, causing it to float towards the rocky outcrops, \"You're going to fuck me over, you know that! No way they'll let me stay in the house if that picture gets out. Stop being a little bitch and just let me help you!\"\n\t\tThe bubble was wedged against the rocks as Marcus continued to wail on it with his hooves. Despite his impressive strength, he could do nothing to damage the bubble. Once he wore himself out, he simply stared at the damn thing.\n\t\tRemembering what Chad did earlier, he put his hoof over the end of the straw. Inside, he could hear the echoes of Chad coughing and wheezing. This made him hard.\n\t\t\"Can do this all day,\" Marcus said. Unexpectedly, the bubble spun on the water's surface until the straw was pointed at the sky where Marcus couldn't reach it. Chad had outsmarted him.\n\t\t\"You fuck,\" Marcus grumbled, climbing the rocks. If he could just yank that straw away, Chad would be fucked and forced to give up the phone to save his life. Surely, he couldn't be that stupid.\n\t\tThe rock was the same height as the bubble, but Marcus had to lean over to reach the straw. He swallowed hard, thinking about falling in. The straw was just out of reach, so he extended his tail for some balance. So close, just inches away, until Marcus fell off balance and landed on the balloon, enveloped. He landed hard on Chad inside the now cramped bubble, both of them naked and sweaty.\n\t\t\"What the fuck are you doing,\" Chad shouted, trying to push him off, but there was no room, leaving their bodies pressed together. The sensation of Marcus's warm, chubby body pressed against him made him hard instantly despite the dire circumstances.\n\t\t\"Was trying to kill your dumb ass. Now give me that phone.\" Marcus reached to snatch the phone, but Chad elbowed him in the face. This started a brawl inside the bubble as they punched, elbowed, and kicked at each other, causing the bubble to spin and float out to the centre of the quarry. Despite insisting he wasn't into guys; Chad could feel Marcus's erection poking and prodding him through the entire scramble.\n\t\t\"Stop, goddamit! Stop!\" Chad shouted, restraining Marcus, \"how the fuck are we going to escape now?\"\n\t\t\tMarcus looked around at their surroundings, but there wasn't much to look at in the cramped space. Like an idiot, he began to thrash wildly at the walls which only caused the bubble to spin on the water's surface and toss them around. This caused Chad to tumble over inside the bubble with Marcus's thick, dino erection pressed against his cheek. His mind briefly thought about taking it in his mouth before he snapped back to reality.\n\t\t\"Get your dick out of my face,\" Chad shouted, shoving him off.\n\t\t\"This is all your fucking fault! If you would have just given me the phone, we would have left long ago.\"\n\t\t\"Bitch! It was your idea to come down here. It was a stupid fucking idea. I don't even know why I followed you here.\"\n\t\t\"Shut up. Look. There has to be a way out. It's just a bubble. We're the two smartest guys at the university. We can figure something out.\"\n\t\t\"You fucked us, dude.\"\n\t\tMarcus ignored him. He looked around again, but most of the space was filled with their two fat asses. In seconds he began to feel weak. He was running out of air.\n\t\t\"Give me the straw. I'm feeling lightheaded,\" Marcus said.\n\t\t\"Fuck you.\"\n\t\t\"Bitch, if I die in here, then you'll never get out.\"\n\t\tThe two began fighting again, bouncing off the walls of the bubble as it drifted further out, punching and elbowing each other. Chad had the urge to pin Marcus down and just fuck his boy pussy, but Marcus was too strong to be submitted. Finally, Marcus got control of the straw and pushed it out, taking a much-needed breath.\n\t\t\"You have to share that, or I'll die too, just so you know.\"\n\t\tMarcus ignored him again. It felt good to breathe air. Chad was fucking useless. Only he could figure a way out.\n\t\t\"We need to try to roll to shore. Give us at least a chance someone will spot us,\" Marcus said.\n\t\t\"Yeah, okay.\"\n\t\tThe two enemies worked together to roll the cramped bubble, but after a minute, they realized they were still floating on water.\n\t\t\"How far away is the shore?\" Chad asked.\n\t\t\"Not that far,\" Marcus said, though he felt they should have hit it by now. That's when he realized there was a significant amount of water on the floor.\n\t\t\"What the fuck!\" Marcus yelped. They had forgotten about the straw, and rolling the bubble had let water inside.\n\t\t\"The straw!\" Chad grabbed the straw and pulled it out, releasing a steady piss stream of water into the bubble.\n\t\t\"What the fuck!\" Marcus placed his hoof over the hole, but water continued to dribble in. Chad started to throw himself against the wall of the bubble in a series of tackles. Fear gripped his heart like a tight fist and incidentally also gave him a painful erection.\n\t\t\"What the fuck are you doing?\" Marcus asked as the water started to come up to their knees.\n\t\t\"Getting us the fuck out of here.\"\n\t\tChad charged and charged as water filled the bubble. Soon it was up to their waists. Marcus finally calmed down enough to coordinate helping him. Their whole world became dark at the bottom of the quarry, and Chad was certain he was going to die with this asshole. Doom seemed certain as the water came up to their necks. Then darkness enveloped them. They had sunk.\n\t\t\"We're going to fucking drown in here!\" Marcus shouted.\n\t\t\"Not drowning without a fight,\" Chad replied, but it was hard to get any power into his throws, as the bubble filled with water. But eventually, light returned, and they could feel the ground under their feet.\n\t\t\"We fucking did it!\" Marcus said.\n\t\t\"We still need to get help.\"\n\t\t\"Right.\"\n\t\tThe two enemies carefully rolled the bubble onto the silty beach. There, Chad was able to rotate the bubble so the water could drain out of it. A wave of relief washed over both of them as they panted for air. The confines of the bubble were still oppressively tight, and neither of them had lost their erections. Chad knew having a warm body pressed against him, male or female, always got him hard, but it seemed like Marcus suffered the same. Even trapped and helpless, Marcus somehow managed to angle his body so their cocks wouldn't touch, even though Chad would have liked nothing more than to rub his cock against Marcus's thickness and then suck him to completion. He knew Marcus wouldn't go for it, but his mind screamed for him to just go for it. Maybe when they got back to the frat house tonight, he could get Marcus drunk and suck his cock.\n\t\tThe two frenemies passed the straw back and forth until they both comfortably had enough air. Marcus eventually went soft, but Chad was still rock hard.\n\t\t\"You are so fucking gay, dude,\" Marcus said, acknowledging Chad's hard-on.\n\t\t\"Must be your girly figure,\" Chad countered.\n\t\t\"Tell you what. I'll let you suck my cock for real if you delete that photo.\"\n\t\tChad swallowed hard. It was the only leverage he had over Marcus, but it wasn't exactly like Marcus could leave him here. This could be the only opportunity to suck him off for real and no one would know about it.\n\t\tChad knelt in the belt and kissed Marcus's thick, dino cock. They were both long. Marcus had to be at least 18 inches. His length rose to attention from the kiss. Chad took the head in his mouth and expected to savor the sensation, but Marcus pushed on the back of his head, pushing his full length down Chad's long throat. Chad's nipples went hard, and he was rock hard once again. Marcus humped his mouth, and Chad just accepted it. He was more turned on than any time he had ever spent with Jessica. Not a word passed between them.\n\t\tIt wasn't long before Marcus nutted in his mouth. There was so much cum, but Chad was still out of control, horny and swallowed it all. He had never felt so sexual in his life.\n\t\t\"If we don't make it out of here, at least I got my cocked sucked. Now delete the photo,\" Marcus said, wiping his cock on the side of Chad's face.\n\t\t\"When we get out. I promise.\"\n\t\tMarcus scowled.\n\t\t\"We need to get to the parking lot, but we have to work together,\" Chad said. One step at a time, they rolled up the bubble across the silty beach and made it to the zigzagging gravel path. Step by step, they climbed the gravel path by working together. The bubble was insanely hot now, and both of the boys dripped with sweat. Chad still couldn't shake his erection, and sucking Marcus off had only left him in a state of permanent excitement. Through great effort and coordination, they managed to reach the top of the trail.\n\t\tThe outline of Marcus's Escalade could be seen through the bubble, filling the boys with hope. Things seemed to be looking up until they bounced off the post at the top of the cliff, causing them to violently roll back down the path head over heels again and again, thrown violently about. On the verge of blacking out, the bubble rolled out over the surface of the quarry like it had a mind of its own.\n\t\t\"Help me with this!\" Chad shouted as the bubble began to fill with water again. The two managed to roll the bubble until the hole was on top. Then the two frenemies looked at one another.\n\t\t\"What the fuck do we do now?\" Marcus asked. Chad took a deep breath and tried to think, but he was too horny to focus. It wasn't fair Marcus made him do that and only left him hanging. If he had his way, he'd pin Marcus down and clap that fat butt of his until he came inside him.\n\t\t\"We just uh, we do what we did before. Just more carefully.\" Chad couldn't even hide the fact he was looking at Marcus's cock and thinking about sucking it again.\n\t\t\"Okay, fag, that didn't work last time, but I actually have an idea to get us out of here.\" Marcus started stroking his cock, and Chad could only watch in eager fascination as he grew hard and long until their hard cocks rubbed together because of the cramped space in the bubble.\n\t\t\"Okay, move, fag,\" Marcus said, pushing past him. Chad watched as he started groaning.\n\t\t\"You need help with that?\" Chad asked, desperately hoping he needed help with whatever he was doing.\n\t\t\"Trying to push my cock through the bubble. Push on my ass. Maybe if I can get my cock through, we can climb out.\"\n\t\tChad obeyed, grabbing Marcus's chubby ass and pushing on it. He was so fucking tempted to pull his cheeks apart and just start fucking him mindlessly. His cock drooled with pre-cum that Marcus was unaware of. Chad didn't really think it would work until Marcus fell forward.\n\t\t\"Holy shit!\" Marcus exclaimed with excitement. Chad couldn't see, but it did seem like Marcus had punctured the bubble.\n\t\t\"Just tried to get my hoof in there...fuck! Goddammit! My cock is stuck!\"\n\t\t\"You're stuck?\" Chad swallowed hard, drunk with erotic excitement.\n\t\t\"Fuck, like, pull my tail. Get me the fuck out of here. It's hurting my cock.\"\n\t\tChad grabbed and lifted Marcus's tail only to reveal the perfect pink asshole hiding between his thick cheeks. Overcome with lust, he pressed his cockhead against it.\n\t\t\"What the fuck are you doing?\" Marcus yelped. Chad pushed inside him and started fucking like an animal. Instead of protesting, Marcus pushed his fat ass back into him. The two boys fucked ferociously in the sweltering bubble without a word passed between them. Chad's hips felt like they had a mind of their own as they pistoned back and forth wildly. He thought about cumming in Marcus's fat butt and started humping even harder until the bubble was thrown off balance, spinning wildly.\n\t\tMarcus's cock became free from the gravity of his own weight, and water gushed into the bubble, sinking it. Ignoring their peril, Chad continued to raw Marcus frantically.\n\t\t\"Fuck! Fuck! We need to get out of here!\" Marcus screamed, splashing frantically as Chad used his boy pussy. He could barely focus because he was being railed so hard. Chad didn't even seem to notice they were dying as he fucked away like a dumb animal.\n\t\tMarcus pounded on the walls and screamed for help, but they couldn't change what was happening as the bubble sank to the bottom of the reservoir. Marcus managed to fall forward and plant his fat gut on the hole, stopping them from dying immediately, though the bubble was two-thirds filled with clean reservoir water. His long neck kept him above water in the scant amount of air they had.\n\t\tDespite it all, Chad wouldn't stop fucking, even with his head underwater. Finally, he finished inside Marcus before his head rose to the surface, a pleasant smile on his face.\n\t\t\"Are you done?\" Marcus asked.\n\t\t\"Yeah...I'm done. That was hot.\"\n\t\t\"We're fucking dead, dude. Don't you realize that?\"\n\t\t\"Nah, we can just roll back to shore like last time. No problem.\"\n\t\t\"Nah, if I move, this bubble will completely fill up, drowning us. We need to think of a plan,\" Marcus said.\n\t\t\"We just roll really fast and hope we make it.\"\n\t\t\"Nah, fuck that. I have a better idea.\" Marcus went underwater and moved his gut, allowing the rest of the water to flood in. The water kept the bubble from closing, and Marcus thought maybe he could pull it open wide enough to escape. Whatever happened to Chad didn't really matter at that point. As he pushed through the water flooding in, the bubble sealed again before he could make his escape. He raised his head and only found about an inch of air at the top of the bubble. Now he was as scared as he ever was before.\n\t\t\"We have to try!\" Chad screamed as water got in his mouth. The two enemies rolled the bubble again along the surface of the quarry. Little did they know they were rolling deeper towards the centre.\n\t\t\"We're not going to make it!\" Marcus screamed as he was forced to swallow water just to get the words out.\n\t\t\"Yes, we will!\" Chad managed to choke out as he aspirated water and coughed violently. Desperate, Marcus started punching the fucking bubble, but it was useless. Chad had stopped pushing and instead only floated in the water.\n\t\t\"Fuck!\" Marcus screamed and thrashed violently like a child, splashing water everywhere but doing no harm to the bubble, \"This is fucking bullshit! I'm going to fucking die down here because of this gay retard!\"\n\t\tMarcus started walloping Chad's fat body with punches and kicks, but Chad didn't even react. As a last fuck you and knowing these were the last moments of his life, Marcus grabbed Chad's fat ass and violently hate fucked him. Sadly, it was the hottest sex of his life as he punched Chad in the back and sides, all the while ruining his asshole.\n\t\tThe chubby little dinosaurs knew that they were at the end of their rope. The air was all gone. There was one substantial air pocket left, one undiscovered until a thorough last-ditch effort was conducted by the two individuals. One pocket was left. Just the one. They both noticed it at the same time. Despite their earlier efforts and their submission to their fate, and naturally some hot fucking besides, they both rushed for the pocket of air.\n\t\tHell, it wasn't even large enough for one, let alone the both. This caused quite the stir and controversy between them. They violently thrashed at each other, but it wasn't a fair fight, it never was between them. Chad grabbed a hold of Marcus's cock and squeezed while Marcus responded in kind by biting into the others neck. It seemed that even in the midst of life and death, even while struggling for their lives, even without meaning to, their efforts were homosexual in nature. Secretly both were taking quite the joy in this life ending affair.\n\t\tThey violently went at it, struggling to hold their breath, only ever so often earning the top seat at the tippy top of the sphere, enough to gasp in air. Occasionally, their individual efforts were thwarted while gasping air and instead treated with a mouthful of water.\n\t\tThe irony was that while they did manage to score oxygen, they exerted so much effort obtaining it that in the long run they survived less time than if they had not gone for the air pocket at all.\n\t\tAn unholy alliance was formed in their mutual desperation. Instinctively, they both realized that while the bubble of air wasn't enough to keep them alive, it was enough to keep them, well, conscious, and if they were both conscious, they both could maybe formulate a plan of escape. Escape required the both of them though, working together, but secretly against each other.\n\t\tThe font of life saving air was limited and both were extremely in need of it. And so, while they shared it occasionally, desperation and biological imperative demanded that they absorb all they could, when they could. This manifested in several ways, the most important was cooperation. Marcus would sip some, Chad would gulp some, each moving and allowing the other to replace. But that wasn't good enough. Chad, always the self-styled top of the on-going rivalry, turned brief gasps of air into long drawn-out ones, leaving poor little Marcus to struggle, water encapsulating his entire form. He had suffered the consequences of oxygen deprivation far longer than Chad, and so after some frantic paddling in the water to keep him relatively near the source of air, Marcus eventually started to become violent - very violent, and not all together under his own control.\n\t\tMarcus thrashed at Chad, pounding a weakened fist into that pudgy little adorable round belly which resulted in Chad exhaling into the little slice of air left remaining in their doomed prison.\n\t\tChad responds with a big fat fucking tail into the face before turning around to look incredulously at his assaulter, only to drag his massive yet only half-masted cock slicing through the water and duplicated the tail slap to face, except it was a cock this time and not the tail.\n\t\tOf course, in any other time or place, this would have stoked the faggot to no end, but at this junction in time, it didn't provoke anything but red-hot rage. But even that was cooled off by the icy chilled water that they were basking in. Instead of the typical catty response, Marcus found himself floating aimlessly in that prison, hands clutching at his throat. His skin became a distinctly blue-ish hue. And his cheeks, they put chipmunks to shame. His thrashing slowed to a still.\n\t\tIt was only when those hands, firmly clutching at Marcus's throat, slowly limbered and drifted away, that Chad sprang into action - but not after a little eye roll of annoyance. He didn't want to, but he was married to the concept that two struggling to breathe dinos were better than one if they needed to plot and plan an escape. Chad cut through the water, his lovely penis trailing behind him like a second tail, and he nudged Marcus.\n\t\tNo response.\n\t\tHis nudging became a little harder. Right in that belly. Poking him.\n\t\tNothing.\n\t\tBoth of his hands clasped upon Marcus's shoulders, and he jostled him viciously and violently.\n\t\tFag.\n\t\tChad snatched the base of his cock, floating steadily, he took aim and kapow! Right in the face.\n\t\tThat did it.\n\t\tMarcus was obviously groggy and utterly out of it, but not out of it enough for Chad to snatch this fucking waste of flesh and drag his sorry as to that source of air and shoved him up into it.\n\t\tThe belly of Marcus expanded as he took one gigantic gulp of it. And another.\n\t\tAnd another.\n\t\tChad looked up through the watery embrace of water at Marcus as he greedily sucked down what remained. There was still some left, of course, but still...\n\t\tChad reached up below Marcus, snatched that cock in his hand, squeezed, and pulled in such a vicious and sudden jerk that Marcus was dragged below, eyes bulging in shock.\n\t\tChad realized instead of cock slapping this fucker awake, he could have just fucked his cock up with his hand. Life and learn - or not, as the case may be.\n\t\tIt was in all this cock-laden fighting that both of these dinos, even while struggling on for dear fucking life, found themselves hardening.\n\t\tThis didn't stop Chad from wanting oxygen though. But it did provide Marcus some time to plan his next strike. His face was turning its newest familiar colour of blue, and he could feel his jaw clenching in disagreement with the savage brutality of lacking a water source. He opened his mouth and bit right onto Chad's fat puckered pumped cock - deep. Deep and cruel.\n\t\tChad screamed in agony.\n\t\tAnd both boys found themselves in a good ole scraping fest. Bellies were pounded. They bite. They punched. And through all this, they found themselves somewhat unusually oriented with the other penises. There would be a good bit of lewdness then.\n\t\tBut alas, the air pocket was just enough to give them hope but not enough to sustain their life. Chad and Marcus floated in the sphere comprised of water, weightless and doomed. It was then that Chad realized something, something that Marcus was too slow to. Probably because that fag had been so in and out on consciousness that thought wasn't really possible for Marcus. The idea occurred to him in a flash of brilliance, aided by the bubbles of air spilling from the mouth of Marcus.\n\t\tThis bubble contained air still.\n\t\tChad repeated the same mistakes previously done and lunged after Marcus with renewed vigour, spearing him in the stomach. Marcus was unprepared, as he was just floating, floating and waiting, floating, waiting, and regretting ... and considering his own little plans - most of which involved a nice last blowjob from Chad and how to obtain the object of his desperation.\n\t\tMarcus was shoved to the spherical walls of the bubble, Chad pinning him there with a fiery strength that he managed to claw up from the core of his very soul, a will to survive. Marcus managed to struggle, but it was no use, he was already rather burnt out on fighting, he had been doing it for so long, what seemed like forever, his entire life, and his body just didn't have the strength.\n\t\tIn truth, neither of them had enough strength. If given the chance, a child could overpower them in their current state of being.\n\t\tChad planted his lips straight right smack dab onto Marcus and kissed. Marcus accepted the kiss. Chad wanted to give a final gift, an exchange of sorts for robbing his nemesis of his final life - his hand grasped around that phallus that belonged to Marcus. He stroked it suddenly and quickly with arousal that he never knew he possessed before. Their cocks, both hard and rigid, but still floated in the weightlessness of the surrounding water - yet those organs seemed to be attracted to each other, a magnetic attraction that was shared with their tongues. Tongue and dick both rubbed against each other in the most sexually intense way that Marcus didn't require much in way of encouragement to bust a nut, aimed directly at Chad's pelvis. It stuck and clung to Chad's cock like sludge. The kiss was tightly sealed, allowing their mouths to open and french without a rush of water. This seal was intention and not from lust or want, though it wasn't unpleasant for either of them.\n\t\tThis was when Marcus realized the truth, the nature of the kiss. He felt his air being sucked out of his lungs. Chad was swallowing what little air was left inside. But it felt so good.\n\t\tMarcus squirmed, little by little, but not in earnest. Not until his body begged him too. And it was at that point that Chad had released him. Chad had taken what he wanted, like an oxygen sucking vampire. Chad smiled and put some distance between them so he could watch the final moments of this gay fucking dino fag. He revelled in his triumph.\n\t\tMarcus tried to swim to where Chad was, where the oxygen was, but he was just too faded to manage the travel.\n\t\tMarcus paddled once, twice, and then slowly began to jerk. His arms seized to his sides, twisting and bending and squirming in shapes and motions that were entirely not normal. It was a foreign sight. It would have freaked anybody out, but Chad found a certain amount of enjoyment at seeing his love time rival suffer, drown, and die. His body was coming to terms with not having any oxygen. His brain went from starving to starved. His eyes fluttered. His movements were entirely not his own anymore and instead jerked in rather hilarious ways, objectively speaking. At least Chad found it funny to watch. So funny he even laughed, little lifesaving bubbles of air escaping his lips as he took sheer pleasure in the suffering and drowning of his foe.\n\t\tMarcus struggled, his movements rapid, frantic, desperate.\n\t\tUntil finally Marcus obeyed his body's command, he sucked in water, struggling for life saving air. Instead, he swallowed water. That water rushed into his lungs much the same way that it had pooled into the spherical bubble. And that was when suffocation turned into utter drowning. He had not the time of life to properly drown though. His last-ditch effort for survival merely ended his life outright, right then and there.\n\t\tThe body jerked and became motionless, just floating, peaceful and devoid of life. It was then that the body started to float upward... not like it was going anywhere, it would be trapped just the same. Like in life, in death, the male was trapped.\n\t\tChad watched this, spending a few frozen moments just enjoying the conquest. The concept of his rapidly diminishing life not on his mind, nor the lacking of his own oxygen. He just watched the flesh of his rival morph, change, and alter. It turned a sickly hue of blue... just floating, floating on a current that didn't quite exist. It was rather devious and delightful.\n\t\tChad absorbed the scene, mindless of his own impending doom. But his attention was torn away quite quickly when his own supply of air ran thin, ragged, and finally no more. He knew not how long he was entranced by the snuffing of his rival, nor how much glee he took in watching the death before him. But now, his biological imperative was begging for air now, needing it to survive.\n\t\tThe victor, who couldn't enjoy the fruits of his labour, clutched his throat, as if that would help aid him. It did no such thing. His eyes squinted and his body started to lurch. He swam to the top of the bubble, greeting his long time, dead rival at the top. He frantically pushed the body out of his way. His path to the top was not a straight path, the ability to do anything in an appropriate straight fashioned way had long left him now.\n\t\tAt the top of the sphere, his hands pounded at the bubble. It was futile. He knew it was. But still he needed to do something. His body, his mind, his need to live were overpowering his conception of what would truly help him out. Chad felt his veins, his body, his blood burn. He felt his vision narrow, blackened, the edges shot out with tingling rainbows of spots and dots, they swirled. As blackness descended through his field of vision, those midnight corners sparkled with these rainbow patterns.\n\t\tHis legs jerked this way and that - not for a need for directing his swimming as there was no direction worth going, no path that would save him from his faith. No, his body was undergoing the same effects that Marcus had suffered. It wasn't so funny now that it was happening to him. It felt painful, but in a numbing kind of way. It was a fading pain that wrapped each limb, his chest, and his brain.\n\t\t\tChad let out a pair of barely audible gasps before his air completely ran out. Suffocating.\n\t\t\tAh, but from his desperate doggy paddling, the bubble seemed to shift in just the right way, which earned a small air pocket to open above his head. Chad tried desperately to get to it, but his doggy paddling was more akin to sporadic jerks of unresponsive muscles and limbs. But he was successful in being king of the hill, the prize being prized oxygen. He gulped it with a thirst a famished dino would down food. He felt his limbs come into his command, thankfully. It was tingly, but it was life, sweet life.\n\t\t\tAnd that was when it happened.\n\t\t\tMarcus was floating to the top of the bubble, right alongside Chad. Marcus's lifeless limbs brushing and bumping repeatedly into Chad. The lifeless body seemed to have a mind of its own. The weight was dead and relentless. Chad expended his energy kicking and swatting the body away from him, but much like that animal magnetism that had drawn them into a rivalry that inevitably ended Marcus's life, Marcus was drawn to Chad and that air pocket. Regardless of shoving, Marcus was undeterred and continued to close the gap between them. The hands, free floating, reached out and affixed on Chad's swollen and engorged cock which was blue in coloration from the constant on and off again suffocation that the dino boy was suffering.\n\t\t\tChad struggled with Marcus's invasion of his air source, taking time to grip on Marcus's hands that were slithering upon him. The flesh was cold, dead, and stiff. One of Marcus's hands wrapped around his tummy, splayed hands webbing on that belly, the other clenching like a vice upon his dick. They angelically floated in the doomed bubble prison in a mock spooning.\n\t\t\tTry as Chad might, rigor mortis had long set in for Marcus and that fat was permanently frozen toughly in his position.\n\t\t\tChad was overwhelmed by the terror, Marcus brought their rivalry to the grave, seeking to drag Chad down, down, down. Not just in a purely physical sense, which he was at that, but in a very metaphysical sense, trying to force Chad to follow him into the grave. The thought that the cold, drowned, boy was waiting for him in death was truly, truly, unsettling. An unusual panic that overwhelmed him far beyond that of his need for air, spread through Chad's body.\n\t\t\tHis digits could find no purchase on those hands. They were stuck. Chad couldn't end this grapple hold, this spooning beyond the grave, and in his desperation, thrust his fat tush against the dead corpse behind him. This only made the entwining lewder resulting in Marcus's dead cock slipping, sliding, and jamming right up into Chad's warm and wanting ass.\n\t\t\tChad submitted to the concept that this was what it was going to be. He couldn't dislodge this corpse from him --- and so chose to doggy paddle, dragging his rapist to the air pocket with him, so that he could maintain a constant yet diminishing stream of air. Marcus's head peeked up into the pocket of air with him. There was a smirk on his cold blue lips.\n\t\t\tChad was very careful with his movements, for though he enjoyed the thought of being raped, and subsequently raping Marcus, he had other more pressing concerns. He needed to gain this air. He needed to steady himself. His little legs cut through water to keep him upright, his hands went pounding against the unfailing, unmoving bubble. He made sure not to wedge, drive, or penetrate his ass any further than what was already done.\n\t\t\tChad didn't know how or why, but Marcus's stiff form began to push forward and backward, rocking, rocking and fucking. Fucking in a slow manner but fucking all the same. It was making escape, breathing, and survival a second thought. It felt so good. But it was that terror that added a certain pornographic quality to the pleasure Marcus gave Chad.\n\t\t\tChad soon found himself not just a prisoner to Marcus in death, but that body was now much more eager, more thrusting. That cock went in and out of him. It was there lewd and terrible movements that made the bubble finally dislodge from its stuck position. And it rolled, it rolled and rolled. Sending them in a spiral, the air pocket wildly altering according to position. It was his frantic poundings that caused the bubble to move, it was also this frantic display of desperation that caused Marcus's body to continue its hard raping of his ass.\n\t\t\tFuck....\n\t\t\tFUCK!\n\t\t\tChad began to brutally pound against the undeterred bubble not just as a way to find escape, or to move the bubble to hopefully a better position so that water would drain and air would replace the void, but with each desperate pound, each shift of position of bubble and his own body, Marcus returned the force with his own frantic fucking.\n\t\t\tChad was a co-conspirator in his own rape. And it was this that lead him to cum violently one last time with the aid of Marcus's cock nestled in his ass, stiff hand upon his cock, and the other hand caressing and massaging his tummy as if encouraging his little body to eject its ejaculation.\n\t\t\tAnd that was that. With such violent shifting, the air pocket disappeared entirely. Unbeknownst to him, he was not leading the bubble toward liberation or freedom but deeper, deeper into the quarry.\n\t\t\tDespite each boy cumming their minds out, Chad found his own hands reaching for his long neck, grasping it tightly in a manner he had seen Marcus do before his untimely, erotic death. Clawing, his fingers clawed at his throat as bubble after last precious bubble escaped his mouth.\n\t\t\tOh god. He was going to die. He was going to die with a fag's dick in his ass. If they were ever found, everybody would see this. They would be frozen like this until discovery. A petrified fossil of faggotry.\n\t\t\tAnd they sank... it wasn't enough to float to his death. No, that stiff body of Marcus, his weight, his will beyond the grave, dragged him down into the centre of the bubble, down to the bottom.\n\t\t\tChad feared that Marcus wasn't just dragging his body to the bottom of the bubble, their grave, but down into hell itself where Marcus would exact his cruel revenge.\n\t\t\tA big ole bubble gasped from his clawed throat as he screamed. This was it. He reaped what he sowed.\n\t\t\tMarcus was the victor, though he died first.\n\t\t\n\t\tWeeks later, the quarry was drained to be filled in, and the bubble was found at the bottom. After several attempts, the bubble was successfully destroyed, and their preserved bodies were found inside. 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\t\t "So, we're dead even after eight events," Marcus lamented, catching his breath, his hooves on his scaly knees to keep himself upright. His fat gut heaved in and out, barely contained by his frat t-shirt. A little, grey belly button made itself known above his athletic shorts.
\t\t"Bullshit, dude. Your dick is not bigger than mine. You totally cheated and you know it. As far as I'm concerned, I won. You're the beta cuck. I'm the alpha, and everyone's going to know about it," Chad countered.
\t\t"The fuck you are! It's tied. I'll whip out my dick right now and make your girlfriend suck it, then we'll see who's bigger."
\t\tChad thought to himself 'been there, done that.'
\t\tChad punched him in the arm. "Shut the fuck up about my girlfriend. Like she'd even go for a beta like you. She knows who fills her up. I don't know about you, but I'm about sick and tired of this little contest. If you're not even going to play fair, then I don't even see the point."
\t\t"Nah, you're just being a pussy and trying to quit. Fine, if you want to run away so bad, just admit you're my inferior, and we'll stop," Marcus said with a grin.
\t\t"Well, I'm sure as fuck not doing that. And I don't think you can think of any more contests we can compete in where I won't absolutely destroy your fat ass."
\t\t"You wish your ass was this fat. Girls love the badonk. Love to eat it. Girls today, at least the slutty ones, know how to please a guy. They know who's in charge."
\t\t"Yeah, I seriously doubt you're getting cute girls to eat your ass. Maybe guys..."
\t\t"You have no idea. Girls love a jock, and they love a clean-cut frat boy. They know who's going to be attractive and successful after college. They're not as dumb as they look," Marcus pulled his thick tail around in front of him and took a seat. The lawn chair quietly squealed as it bent under the weight of his thick gut and even thicker thighs. He subtly nodded to himself as if acknowledging how smart his own words were.
\t\tIn truth, with the addition of the girlfriend, their previous fuck fests were discontinued, though secretly both dino's wanted to continue their contests in a more sexual manner - as they once did, as how it should be. Truth was, these contents were just foreplay for the main event.
\t\t"I don't care who's eating your ass. Either think of a contest quickly, or I'm calling Jessica, and I guarantee she'll eat my ass if I told her to. At least I can hang onto a girl, unlike Mr. Personality here," Chad also took a seat but started texting, the lawn chair also bent under his impressive weight. His gut was so big, it acted as an armrest as he texted his girlfriend. The sides of his chubby hips pushed out under the actual armrests like two, green rolls of dough.
\t\t"Chicks dig me, dude. I don't need to prove nothing. And since you're pussy whipped, we can't exactly have a contest to see who can pick up the most chicks. I'd destroy you if it came to that. Send you home crying."
\t\t"Just fucking pick something, or I'm leaving!" Chad snapped, and Marcus scowled, raising his long neck to be taller. He didn't like when people yelled at him or tried to talk over him. He was an alpha male and didn't take shit from anyone. Especially little cuck bitches like Chad who thought they were better than him. Ever since Chad joined the frat, Marcus had a bad feeling about him, even tried to get him kicked out during pledge week, but they couldn't kick a frat member out without a serious infraction. Chad was an asshole who thought he was better than everyone else, but he was also squeaky clean. He came from money, had a steady girlfriend even though he could have been pulling in tons of chicks with his gut and fat ass, and didn't fuck around with drugs even though he drank like he had a 40-gallon gas tank which also meant a drinking contest was out of the question.
\t\tThere had to be something Marcus could come up with to fuck him over. If he was being honest with himself, Marcus had underestimated Chad, even though it did seem like Chad was cheating during their contests, Marcus just couldn't prove it yet. But maybe he didn't need to beat Chad at something he was already good at. Maybe he just had to create a contest that nobody could win and just make Chad go first and look like a loser.
\t\tMarcus thought about this for a moment. It probably had to be dangerous, maybe even deadly. It wouldn't be the greatest loss to the frat if Chad died accidentally. Would be kind of hilarious actually. But what contest could he convince Chad to do that was also impossible?
\t\t"Texting Jessica now. Better think of something, or I'm out in 5.5 seconds, bro."
\t\t"Shut the fuck up and let me think. No one cares you fuck that slut. Literally no one. Half the guys in the frat have cum inside her. The other half in her mouth."
\t\tChad gave him another punch on the arm, this one quite stiff. His grey scales were turning purple from the repeated punches. Marcus tried not to wince. He definitely needed to get Marcus back for all these unsolicited punches. Then he thought of something.
\t\t"Okay, stop texting your bitch. I thought of the perfect contest. This will be the last one, right? Whoever wins this one is the alpha male, and the other is a beta cuck. Right?"
\t\t"Yeah, whatever. And don't fucking try to cheat again. Just tell me what it is so we can get this over with."
\t\t"It's hard to explain. I'll have to show you. Let's take the Escalade."
\t\tMarcus huffed. "You drive like a pussy, dude."
\t\t"Just get in the car!"
\t\t"This isn't like band camp, keep your hands to yourself. You touch my dick like a shift, I will be upset."
\t\t"Yeah, okay. Fine. This isn't like that road trip then, no jerking me off on the highway."
\t\tThe two frenemies piled into the front of the Escalade and took off for a destination only Marcus knew. Because of their long necks, they had to stick their heads out the sunroof to comfortably sit in the car. The doors barely closed as their fat butts took up all the room in the seats. The steering wheel pressed into Marcus's gut as he drove. They left their small college town and headed south to the rural part of the county. Stores and houses quickly turned into expansive open fields of crops and the occasional barns.
\t\t"Where the fuck are you taking me?" Chad asked who finally stopped texting long enough to realize they had left town.
\t\t"To this quarry. I have a perfect idea to determine who the alpha male is and who the beta cuck is."
\t\t"Yeah, what is it?"
\t\t"Not going to tell you. Don't want you strategizing and shit," Marcus scoffed.
\t\t"Just fucking tell me, dude! Jesus Christ. You're not in the FBI. You think you're clever for keeping it a secret? I don't think it's fair you get to surprise me with the last test. Almost sounds like...cheating."
\t\tMarcus clenched his jaw. "Fine, you little bitch! We're going to see who can hold their breath the longest, okay? You happy now? Can you stop moaning for five consecutive seconds? I swear, you're worse than a woman!"
\t\tChad smiled to himself. "Bro, I have to hold my breath every time I go down on your mom. This will be a piece of cake."
\t\t"Yeah, probably eating all the cum out of her pussy like the beta cuck you are."
\t\t"Gross...but you should know, I was on the swim team in high school. Broke the state record for holding my breath the longest. Seven minutes, fifteen seconds, bruh. Gonna' smoke you."
\t\t"Like you smoked my cock that one time?"
\t\t"Ah come on dude, we ain't talk about that shit right now. Never happened."
\t\t"Fuck it didn't."
\t\t"Prove it!"
\t\tMarcus swallowed hard. He had forgotten Chad had been on the swim team in high school when he came up with this plan. But they were already less than a mile away, and he would look like a total pussy if he tried to turn the car around now. He'd have to get creative if he wanted to win.
\t\t"But why do we have to drive to bum fuck nowhere to hold our breath? Could have done it back at the house instead of wasting an entire afternoon driving."
\t\t"Quit your bitchin'. You'll see why when we get there."
\t\tThe two frat bros arrived at a dirt road that led deep into the wilderness. At the end was a huge quarry with high cliff sides. The bottom was filled in with rainwater. There wasn't anyone at the quarry in early spring. A lot of people would come in the summer to take a dip, but in late March the place was totally deserted.
\t\t"What the fuck is this place?" Chad asked as he got out of the car, checking his phone one last time, "no fucking reception out in the boonies."
\t\t"It's the quarry, dude. Every weekend we'd come out here at night and get wasted. I've fucked so many chicks here, bruh. This place brings back a lot of memories."
\t\t"Yeah, I'd believe you went down on a bunch of dudes after you promised it wasn't gay to blow them," Chad said with a chuckle.
\t\t"Didn't ask for your fap material. Now come on. Can't puss out now." Marcus led Chad down a crisscrossing gravel path. Their fat butts swayed back and forth, until they were at the bottom of the quarry. A silty cove opened up and allowed safe access to the water. Even at the water the quarry was completely abandoned-too cold to swim and not enough sun to tan.
\t\t"What the fuck are we doing here?" Chad asked, "I thought this place was going to smell, but it doesn't."
\t\t"Nah, there's this algae unique in the quarry that eats all the debris and shit and filters the water. Can drink it, it's so clean. Now I want to show you something. Most people don't even know this is here." Marcus walked up to the water line then walked along the Cliffside out of sight, "Come on, bitch!"
\t\tChad huffed and followed him. Both of them left huge tracks in the silty beach. Obscured by the Cliffside was more beach along with jagged, rocky outcroppings. They carefully walked along the narrow beach and rocks until Chad saw something he couldn't believe.
\t\t"What the fuck is that!" Chad asked, louder than he expected.
\t\t"It's a bubble, dude. Are you retarded or something?"
\t\t"Why the fuck is it so big? What is it doing here?"
\t\tFloating on the surface of the water was a bright green bubble the size of a Volkswagen beetle. It looked like something that might have been left by aliens; it was so out of place in the natural beauty of the quarry. The sunlight glared brightly off its green surface. There was no logical explanation for it being here or why it hadn't burst against the jagged rocks.
\t\t"From what my science teacher told me, this was made by the algae at the bottom of the quarry. Apparently, it's this super rare species of algae that secretes this waxy residue, and when it releases oxygen, you get these firm little bubbles that float to the surface. But sometimes when the water is really still and the sun is really bright, all the bubbles will fuse together underwater and form one big bubble like this. This has been here for years, and no one can pop it."
\t\t"I could pop it..." Chad said under his breath.
\t\t"Yeah, maybe with your needle dick. So, my idea for the final ultimate alpha male contest is, we each take turns inside the bubble, and whoever can hold their breath the longest wins. This way you can't cheat by sneaking air. We'll both have access to the same amount of air, so it's fair."
\t\t"Okay...but how do you get into the bubble? Not exactly a door or a zipper."
\t\t"You just climb the rocks and jump on it. You'll slide right in," Marcus explained.
\t\t"Okay...but what if we can't get out and one of us suffocates?"
\t\t"You being a puss now? Mr. Captain of the swim team?"
\t\t"I'm not being a puss. I want to know how to get out after I smash your record. Don't want to suffocate doing dumb shit like this."
\t\tMarcus shook his head. "I'll pull you out when you want out. Okay? Unless you're backing out now. In that case, I win."
\t\t"You don't win. I never said I wouldn't do it. I just want to know the parameters and shit. Can't win a race unless you know how long it is. But I want to see you go first."
\t\tMarcus paused for a moment and looked at the bright, neon bubble. "Nah, bitches first."
\t\t"Yeah, that means you first. Show me how it's done."
\t\t"I said, ladies first."
\t\t"Bitch, do it or I'm going back to the car. I ain't got time for this dumb shit. Here, I'll time you," Chad pulled out his phone, swiped to the clock feature, and opened the timer, "soon as you're in I'll start the timer."
\t\t"Yeah, I'll be doing my own timer in the bubble too because I don't fucking trust you," Marcus said as he climbed a nearby rock.
\t\t"Yeah, I don't care."
\t\tMarcus climbed to the top of a nearby outcrop and steadied himself. He studied the bubble for a moment, hesitating. This wasn't the way his plan was supposed to go, but maybe this was for the best. If he did this, then Chad would have to do it too. If Chad bitched out, then Marcus would win by default. Either way he would get what he wanted.
\t\tMarcus took several big breaths to stretch his lungs then held the last one in before cannonballing onto the bubble which went flat then expanded again. The bubble enveloped him completely, consuming his long neck last.
\t\t"Holy shit," Chad said to himself, almost forgetting to start the timer. Inside, Marcus started his own timer. The inside of the bubble was strange, like being in another world. Marcus had been in it before as a secluded place to get head, but never in the daytime. To kill time, he started to text some of the girls he fucked around with until he realized there was no reception. He tried to look up some t-girl porn then again realized there was no reception. Finally, he just played one of the few games he had on his phone. The game worked a treat as it helped him keep his mind off holding his breath. The chip-tune noises of the game echoed strangely inside the bubble.
\t\tMarcus briefly looked up and could see the blurry silhouette of Chad standing on the shore waiting for him. As soon as Chad was in here, Marcus would just walk away and let him die in the bubble. The best part was, no one would find him for months because the quarry only ever really got busy in the summer, and even then, people would have to know about this little alcove AND notice Chad in the bubble. AND THEN, even if they did find him, it would just look like Chad accidentally killed himself. There was no way they could tie it back to him or prove it was malicious.
\t\tThe plan was almost too perfect. He would get to shame Chad by beating him in the contest, and Chad would be gone from the frat forever, leaving Marcus as the uncontested alpha. He could even fuck Chad's girlfriend when she came around the frat and started asking about him. Marcus knew she went for the chubby athletes if she was dating Chad. It would be the ultimate fuck you to the prick.
\t\t"Fuck!" Marcus shouted as he became lost in thought and lost focus on the game, causing him to lose, "oh fuck..." he whispered as his breath escaped his mouth.
\t\t"Having trouble in there?" Chad asked from outside.
\t\t"Nah, just getting comfortable," Marcus lied. Panic set in for a moment until he realized there was actually air inside the bubble from when he entered it. It wouldn't last forever, but he wasn't about to die immediately either. Thankfully, he had a backup plan.
\t\tMarcus removed a straw from his pocket. He wasn't going to resort to this because he didn't even really need to beat Chad today, but he wasn't about to embarrass himself with a poor performance either. Carefully he pushed the straw through the surface of the bubble and sucked in fresh air. He could stay in here all day with the straw, and Chad would be too stupid to figure it out.
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\t\tOutside the bubble, Chad began to grow impatient. He knew from being on the swim team that most people couldn't hold their breath for more than a few minutes. Marcus was an athlete, so maybe he could hold his breath a little longer than the average person, but Chad was a state level swimmer. Seven minutes and fifteen seconds was an incredible record, one he didn't even have to cheat to obtain. Once the timer reached seven minutes, Chad hit pause. Fuck the fat ass. He was doing something there. There must have been clean air inside the bubble which would explain how Marcus was still alive. Eventually that would run out too. There was no way Chad was going to lose to this fag.
\t\tAfter ten minutes with no phone and nothing else to do, Chad became agitated.
\t\t"You still alive in there, bitch?" Chad asked.
\t\t"You know it. My phone says ten minutes. Bet you're feeling pretty sorry right about now. Want me to come out and you can just quit?"
\t\t"Nah, I'm going to smoke you." Chad walked around the bubble to see if there was a hose or something, anything Marcus was using to cheat. The bubble was pretty unremarkable besides its conspicuous color, and there didn't seem to be anything fishy going on. Chad paced back and forth, trying to figure out how Marcus was lasting so long. Then he spotted it. On the far side, away from the cove, a little, white straw was sticking out. The fat bastard was cheating all along! Chad was about to call him out for it, then he got an even better idea. Quietly, he waded out into the water and started pounding on the bubble.
\t\t"What the fuck are you doing!" Marcus yelped.
\t\t"Just making sure you're still alive. No way I could carry your fat ass back to the car."
\t\t"Bruh, I just talked to you thirty seconds ago. You pull anything like that again, I'll fucking leave you here. You got me, bro?"
\t\t"Don't be a bitch..." Chad teased as the bubble spun on the water's surface, bringing the straw towards him. Chad placed his hoof over the straw and waited.
\t\t"Jack ass, probably fuck my ass if I was dead, fucking freak. Just like when you thought I was sleeping that one time. Fag-ass."
\t\tInside the bubble, Marcus contently sucked on the straw. Then his face started to go cold, and his lungs ached. The straw wasn't working anymore. Marcus wheezed heavily and started coughing. It felt like fire in his lungs as his body screamed for air. His vision started to go dark, and he pounded helplessly on the walls of the bubble. He knew from experience the only way out of the bubble was to be pulled out.
\t\t"Help..." he gasped, but his voice was barely audible.
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\t\tChad removed his hoof and let him breathe again. Then he got a half chub. This was way more interesting than he thought it would be. Torturing the fat bitch was more fun than fooling around with Jessica. As he understood it, Marcus couldn't get out of the bubble without his help. He was trapped there. No one was around if he screamed for help. Marcus was totally helpless, and Chad had complete control if he lived or died.
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\t\tMarcus thought he was going to die when his vision started to return to normal. His lungs stopped burning, and strength returned to his muscles. There must have been a hole or kink in the straw, so he pushed it out of the bubble further to make sure that didn't happen again.
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\t\tChad placed his hoof over the straw again, and once again, after a few moments, Marcus started to wheeze and cough. Chad was fully hard now. Marcus was his beta bitch. If he wanted to, he could just kill Marcus and leave him here. This place seemed secluded enough. It would probably be months before anyone found him. The thought made his erection painful. This was so brand new to him, and it felt like his veins were being dumped full of adrenaline. Chad waited a moment then covered the straw again, getting more aroused.
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\t\tOnce again, darkness descended on Marcus. His whole body burned, and for some reason he got hard from asphyxiation. He frantically pounded on the walls of the bubble but could only meekly beg to be let out. Chad didn't even know he was suffocating in there. With his last breath, he sucked in as much air as possible in order to cry for help.
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\t\t"Fuck! Let me out!" Marcus screamed, making Chad feel like he was about to nut. Chad hesitated a moment, wondering if he should just leave Marcus in there to die, then he realized he was being a little cum drunk and reached into the bubble to grab Marcus's arm. With some effort, he was able to pull Marcus out who fell on him as they both landed in the water.
\t\t"Gross! Are you fucking hard right now!" Marcus yelled between coughs before climbing off of him, not even bothering to help Chad up.
\t\t"I know you were using a straw to cheat," Chad said as he stood up.
\t\t"The fuck I was!"
\t\t"I saw you, bitch! Why do you think you kept suffocating while you were using the straw? I saw you."
\t\t"You motherfucker! You were covering it up! You could have killed me!" Marcus shouted and shoved Chad who fell against the bubble and almost fell in. Chad got up and shoved him back, but Marcus grabbed his arm and pulled him down with him. The two began wrestling in the shallow water on shore. Chad's chub soon began to make itself known.
\t\tThe reason he never took wrestling in high school was because in middle school he would always get aroused when wrestling with the other boys. It certainly didn't help things to be wearing a tight singlet where everyone could see his hard chub. For two years he fucked every girl that would have him just to shake the rumours he was gay. Now it was all coming back with Marcus on top of him.
\t\t"Why the fuck are you hard!" Marcus yelled at him, punching him half-heartedly in the face.
\t\t"I can't fucking help it! I got a big dick, and it's really sensitive. I guess because you're so feminine, it responds to you," Chad fumbled out a lame excuse. Marcus pulled Chad's shirt over his head and began punching him in his fat gut to no effect. Chad responded by doing the same, but only caused Marcus to fall on top of him. A stray thought went through his mind, urging him to pin Marcus down and fuck him.
\t\t"Dude, you're such a fag. I guess I can let you suck my dick if you really want to. I won't tell Jessica, but I'll probably fuck her though."
\t\tChad punched him as hard as he could, sending Marcus sprawling backwards against the bubble which ricocheted him back onto Chad. Now Marcus was pissed, trying to punch Chad in the head for punching him so hard.
\t\t"Stop fucking hitting me! I don't let no one hit me. You understand!" Marcus shouted, hitting him in the face. The half-gay half-playful way the frat guys roughhoused soon turned violent as the two frenemies started really wailing on each other and trying to drown each other.
\t\t"Lighten up or I'll shove my cock in your mouth!" Chad shouted as he fought his way to be on top.
\t\t"Fuck you, fag! Going to tell everyone at delta iota nu omicron that guys get you hard."
\t\tChad was frustrated with how aroused he was as he tried to hurt Marcus to shut him up. Punching him didn't seem to work, not that he was any good in a fight. Then he got an idea to shut Marcus up for good. He flopped out his huge dino erection and eased it towards Marcus's face.
\t\t"What the fuck are you doing!" Marcus screamed, trying to get away, but Chad had his chest mounted. Chad grabbed the back of his head and pulled it towards his long, hard cock. Instead of making him suck it, he snapped a picture on his phone. Marcus stared open mouthed for a moment, unable to believe what just happened.
\t\t"There. That ought to shut you up. You tell any of the guys you made me hard, then I'll show them this pic of you sucking on my cock. Now let's call it even." Chad climbed off of him and even helped Marcus up. Maybe this would finally put a stop to all his bullshit knowing he could drop this photo on him at any time.
\t\t"We good?" Chad asked, holding out his hoof for a bump. Marcus was staring at the ground, his body tensed in anger. Instead of hoof bumping him, he tackled Chad hard, and they both went tumbling backwards towards the bubble. A small, rocky outcrop tore Marcus's shorts open, leaving both the frat boys naked and exposed. Instead of falling into the reservoir, the bubble became wedged between them and a rocky outcrop. The bubble went flat then enveloped Chad with a plop. Marcus sat in the water, staring in disbelief at what just happened.
\t\t"Help!" Chad screamed from inside the bubble. Marcus stood and smiled to himself as he realized what had happened. Chad was trapped in the bubble now.
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\t\t"Helppppp!" Chad screamed, pounding on the walls of the bubble. Each smack had this weird, half-plastic, half-metallic sound which echoed off the confines of the bubble and rang in his head like a bell. Chad was already hyperventilating despite only being in the bubble a few seconds. The inside was very hot from the sun beating down on it and the residual body heat from when Marcus was inside. Chad fought, and thrashed with the walls of the bubble, but it was like trying to punch through a yoga ball. He debated trying to push his phone through the wall to create a hole but hesitated.
\t\t"Marcus! Get me out of here!" Chad screamed.
\t\t"Nah, bro, you're good. Serves you right for blackmailing me. Probably going to watch you awhile then take off. Don't need fags like you back at the frat."
\t\tChad's mind raced. It certainly didn't help that he was in such an enclosed space. He could sit at the bottom of a pool with weights on for five minutes or more totally at peace, but these narrow walls felt like they were suffocating him. He needed to get his head on straight and figure a way out. He was the smartest guy in the frat, surely there was a way to escape this.
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\t\tOutside the bubble, sitting on the shore, Marcus sat naked and watched Chad suffer. His long, thick tail acted as a chair he could lean back in, and knowing Chad was going to die soon made him feel oddly sexual. He thought about beating off since no one was around and Chad couldn't see him, but thought that would be kind of gay, so he abstained.
\t\t"Having fun yet?" Marcus called to him, casually stroking himself. Was kind of fun being naked outside and catching some sun. He'd have to do it more often.
\t\t"Fuck you! Get me out of here!" Chad wailed, real fear cracking his voice. He started pounding on the bubble again, sending ripples out across the water's surface and making the bubble bend and shudder. Marcus and his friends knew about this bubble for years, and knew there was absolutely no way to pop it. Even putting a hole in the thing just made it heal immediately.
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\t\tChad was on the verge of tears, losing strength as his oxygen ran low. He tried pounding on the walls more but had little strength left. He checked his phone but still had no service. All he had was that hot picture of Marcus trying to suck his dick. Then he got an idea.
\t\t"I'll delete that picture if you get me out of here!" Chad shouted to him.
\t\t"Nah, bro. Push the phone out of the bubble, I'll delete it, then I'll pull you out."
\t\t"Fuck you. I'm sending it to all the brothers so everyone will know what a fag you are unless you pull me out."
\t\t"Bruh, I know you don't have any service, or you would have called for help. I'm not stupid like you are."
\t\tChad gritted his teeth. Even if he could call the police, he didn't know where this quarry was. It almost felt like it would be more useful to send this image to everyone just to fuck Marcus over one last time. But now he was going to die in this bubble with the picture still trapped on his phone. Then he realized something.
\t\t"If you leave me to die in here, then whoever finds me will probably go through my phone and find that picture. They'll show the police, and your picture will be on the news, and everyone will think you're my bitch."
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\t\tMarcus's blood ran cold. That fucking fag. He stopped stroking and stood up. All the arousal was gone, replaced with primal fear. He couldn't risk anyone seeing that photo. He had to get that phone.
\t\t"You delete that photo, and I'll pull you out, okay?"
\t\t"Fuck you, fag. Pull me out first or everyone's going to know soon enough."
\t\t"You'd rather die than delete that photo?"
\t\t"You cheat and lie about everything. I ain't going to start trusting you now," Chad paused to wheeze and catch his breath, "Pull me out or else."
\t\t"Fuck you!" Marcus cried.
\t\t"Fuck you!" Chad shouted back, weakness in his voice. Rage filled Marcus as he waded out into the water and started pounding on the bubble.
\t\t"You motherfucker! Delete that or I'll fucking kill you!"
\t\tChad didn't respond. Marcus wailed on the bubble with his hooves to no effect, except the bubble floated away into deeper water near the public cove.
\t\t"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Marcus yelped, wading out to pull the bubble back. Thankfully, his neck was long enough to stay above water.
\t\tAfter retrieving the bubble, he sat on the shore to figure out a solution. Even if he waited for Chad to die and got into the bubble, he wouldn't be able to get back out without help. The only way was to get Chad out alive, but maybe there was a compromise. Marcus waded out into the water again.
\t\t"Here." He pushed his drinking straw through the surface of the bubble. Chad fumbled around inside until the straw popped halfway out.
\t\t"Now can you just give me the phone. Not like I want you to die or anything. I showed you I'm a good guy."
\t\tChad said nothing.
\t\t"Come on. Stop fucking around. How long do you want to be there? If I leave right now, it could be months before anyone finds you. Even if they see the bubble, they won't know you're inside. You could be in there until school lets out or even longer."
\t\t"Fag..."
\t\t"You fuck!" Marcus screamed, punching the bubble as hard as he could, causing it to float towards the rocky outcrops, "You're going to fuck me over, you know that! No way they'll let me stay in the house if that picture gets out. Stop being a little bitch and just let me help you!"
\t\tThe bubble was wedged against the rocks as Marcus continued to wail on it with his hooves. Despite his impressive strength, he could do nothing to damage the bubble. Once he wore himself out, he simply stared at the damn thing.
\t\tRemembering what Chad did earlier, he put his hoof over the end of the straw. Inside, he could hear the echoes of Chad coughing and wheezing. This made him hard.
\t\t"Can do this all day," Marcus said. Unexpectedly, the bubble spun on the water's surface until the straw was pointed at the sky where Marcus couldn't reach it. Chad had outsmarted him.
\t\t"You fuck," Marcus grumbled, climbing the rocks. If he could just yank that straw away, Chad would be fucked and forced to give up the phone to save his life. Surely, he couldn't be that stupid.
\t\tThe rock was the same height as the bubble, but Marcus had to lean over to reach the straw. He swallowed hard, thinking about falling in. The straw was just out of reach, so he extended his tail for some balance. So close, just inches away, until Marcus fell off balance and landed on the balloon, enveloped. He landed hard on Chad inside the now cramped bubble, both of them naked and sweaty.
\t\t"What the fuck are you doing," Chad shouted, trying to push him off, but there was no room, leaving their bodies pressed together. The sensation of Marcus's warm, chubby body pressed against him made him hard instantly despite the dire circumstances.
\t\t"Was trying to kill your dumb ass. Now give me that phone." Marcus reached to snatch the phone, but Chad elbowed him in the face. This started a brawl inside the bubble as they punched, elbowed, and kicked at each other, causing the bubble to spin and float out to the centre of the quarry. Despite insisting he wasn't into guys; Chad could feel Marcus's erection poking and prodding him through the entire scramble.
\t\t"Stop, goddamit! Stop!" Chad shouted, restraining Marcus, "how the fuck are we going to escape now?"
\t\t\tMarcus looked around at their surroundings, but there wasn't much to look at in the cramped space. Like an idiot, he began to thrash wildly at the walls which only caused the bubble to spin on the water's surface and toss them around. This caused Chad to tumble over inside the bubble with Marcus's thick, dino erection pressed against his cheek. His mind briefly thought about taking it in his mouth before he snapped back to reality.
\t\t"Get your dick out of my face," Chad shouted, shoving him off.
\t\t"This is all your fucking fault! If you would have just given me the phone, we would have left long ago."
\t\t"Bitch! It was your idea to come down here. It was a stupid fucking idea. I don't even know why I followed you here."
\t\t"Shut up. Look. There has to be a way out. It's just a bubble. We're the two smartest guys at the university. We can figure something out."
\t\t"You fucked us, dude."
\t\tMarcus ignored him. He looked around again, but most of the space was filled with their two fat asses. In seconds he began to feel weak. He was running out of air.
\t\t"Give me the straw. I'm feeling lightheaded," Marcus said.
\t\t"Fuck you."
\t\t"Bitch, if I die in here, then you'll never get out."
\t\tThe two began fighting again, bouncing off the walls of the bubble as it drifted further out, punching and elbowing each other. Chad had the urge to pin Marcus down and just fuck his boy pussy, but Marcus was too strong to be submitted. Finally, Marcus got control of the straw and pushed it out, taking a much-needed breath.
\t\t"You have to share that, or I'll die too, just so you know."
\t\tMarcus ignored him again. It felt good to breathe air. Chad was fucking useless. Only he could figure a way out.
\t\t"We need to try to roll to shore. Give us at least a chance someone will spot us," Marcus said.
\t\t"Yeah, okay."
\t\tThe two enemies worked together to roll the cramped bubble, but after a minute, they realized they were still floating on water.
\t\t"How far away is the shore?" Chad asked.
\t\t"Not that far," Marcus said, though he felt they should have hit it by now. That's when he realized there was a significant amount of water on the floor.
\t\t"What the fuck!" Marcus yelped. They had forgotten about the straw, and rolling the bubble had let water inside.
\t\t"The straw!" Chad grabbed the straw and pulled it out, releasing a steady piss stream of water into the bubble.
\t\t"What the fuck!" Marcus placed his hoof over the hole, but water continued to dribble in. Chad started to throw himself against the wall of the bubble in a series of tackles. Fear gripped his heart like a tight fist and incidentally also gave him a painful erection.
\t\t"What the fuck are you doing?" Marcus asked as the water started to come up to their knees.
\t\t"Getting us the fuck out of here."
\t\tChad charged and charged as water filled the bubble. Soon it was up to their waists. Marcus finally calmed down enough to coordinate helping him. Their whole world became dark at the bottom of the quarry, and Chad was certain he was going to die with this asshole. Doom seemed certain as the water came up to their necks. Then darkness enveloped them. They had sunk.
\t\t"We're going to fucking drown in here!" Marcus shouted.
\t\t"Not drowning without a fight," Chad replied, but it was hard to get any power into his throws, as the bubble filled with water. But eventually, light returned, and they could feel the ground under their feet.
\t\t"We fucking did it!" Marcus said.
\t\t"We still need to get help."
\t\t"Right."
\t\tThe two enemies carefully rolled the bubble onto the silty beach. There, Chad was able to rotate the bubble so the water could drain out of it. A wave of relief washed over both of them as they panted for air. The confines of the bubble were still oppressively tight, and neither of them had lost their erections. Chad knew having a warm body pressed against him, male or female, always got him hard, but it seemed like Marcus suffered the same. Even trapped and helpless, Marcus somehow managed to angle his body so their cocks wouldn't touch, even though Chad would have liked nothing more than to rub his cock against Marcus's thickness and then suck him to completion. He knew Marcus wouldn't go for it, but his mind screamed for him to just go for it. Maybe when they got back to the frat house tonight, he could get Marcus drunk and suck his cock.
\t\tThe two frenemies passed the straw back and forth until they both comfortably had enough air. Marcus eventually went soft, but Chad was still rock hard.
\t\t"You are so fucking gay, dude," Marcus said, acknowledging Chad's hard-on.
\t\t"Must be your girly figure," Chad countered.
\t\t"Tell you what. I'll let you suck my cock for real if you delete that photo."
\t\tChad swallowed hard. It was the only leverage he had over Marcus, but it wasn't exactly like Marcus could leave him here. This could be the only opportunity to suck him off for real and no one would know about it.
\t\tChad knelt in the belt and kissed Marcus's thick, dino cock. They were both long. Marcus had to be at least 18 inches. His length rose to attention from the kiss. Chad took the head in his mouth and expected to savor the sensation, but Marcus pushed on the back of his head, pushing his full length down Chad's long throat. Chad's nipples went hard, and he was rock hard once again. Marcus humped his mouth, and Chad just accepted it. He was more turned on than any time he had ever spent with Jessica. Not a word passed between them.
\t\tIt wasn't long before Marcus nutted in his mouth. There was so much cum, but Chad was still out of control, horny and swallowed it all. He had never felt so sexual in his life.
\t\t"If we don't make it out of here, at least I got my cocked sucked. Now delete the photo," Marcus said, wiping his cock on the side of Chad's face.
\t\t"When we get out. I promise."
\t\tMarcus scowled.
\t\t"We need to get to the parking lot, but we have to work together," Chad said. One step at a time, they rolled up the bubble across the silty beach and made it to the zigzagging gravel path. Step by step, they climbed the gravel path by working together. The bubble was insanely hot now, and both of the boys dripped with sweat. Chad still couldn't shake his erection, and sucking Marcus off had only left him in a state of permanent excitement. Through great effort and coordination, they managed to reach the top of the trail.
\t\tThe outline of Marcus's Escalade could be seen through the bubble, filling the boys with hope. Things seemed to be looking up until they bounced off the post at the top of the cliff, causing them to violently roll back down the path head over heels again and again, thrown violently about. On the verge of blacking out, the bubble rolled out over the surface of the quarry like it had a mind of its own.
\t\t"Help me with this!" Chad shouted as the bubble began to fill with water again. The two managed to roll the bubble until the hole was on top. Then the two frenemies looked at one another.
\t\t"What the fuck do we do now?" Marcus asked. Chad took a deep breath and tried to think, but he was too horny to focus. It wasn't fair Marcus made him do that and only left him hanging. If he had his way, he'd pin Marcus down and clap that fat butt of his until he came inside him.
\t\t"We just uh, we do what we did before. Just more carefully." Chad couldn't even hide the fact he was looking at Marcus's cock and thinking about sucking it again.
\t\t"Okay, fag, that didn't work last time, but I actually have an idea to get us out of here." Marcus started stroking his cock, and Chad could only watch in eager fascination as he grew hard and long until their hard cocks rubbed together because of the cramped space in the bubble.
\t\t"Okay, move, fag," Marcus said, pushing past him. Chad watched as he started groaning.
\t\t"You need help with that?" Chad asked, desperately hoping he needed help with whatever he was doing.
\t\t"Trying to push my cock through the bubble. Push on my ass. Maybe if I can get my cock through, we can climb out."
\t\tChad obeyed, grabbing Marcus's chubby ass and pushing on it. He was so fucking tempted to pull his cheeks apart and just start fucking him mindlessly. His cock drooled with pre-cum that Marcus was unaware of. Chad didn't really think it would work until Marcus fell forward.
\t\t"Holy shit!" Marcus exclaimed with excitement. Chad couldn't see, but it did seem like Marcus had punctured the bubble.
\t\t"Just tried to get my hoof in there...fuck! Goddammit! My cock is stuck!"
\t\t"You're stuck?" Chad swallowed hard, drunk with erotic excitement.
\t\t"Fuck, like, pull my tail. Get me the fuck out of here. It's hurting my cock."
\t\tChad grabbed and lifted Marcus's tail only to reveal the perfect pink asshole hiding between his thick cheeks. Overcome with lust, he pressed his cockhead against it.
\t\t"What the fuck are you doing?" Marcus yelped. Chad pushed inside him and started fucking like an animal. Instead of protesting, Marcus pushed his fat ass back into him. The two boys fucked ferociously in the sweltering bubble without a word passed between them. Chad's hips felt like they had a mind of their own as they pistoned back and forth wildly. He thought about cumming in Marcus's fat butt and started humping even harder until the bubble was thrown off balance, spinning wildly.
\t\tMarcus's cock became free from the gravity of his own weight, and water gushed into the bubble, sinking it. Ignoring their peril, Chad continued to raw Marcus frantically.
\t\t"Fuck! Fuck! We need to get out of here!" Marcus screamed, splashing frantically as Chad used his boy pussy. He could barely focus because he was being railed so hard. Chad didn't even seem to notice they were dying as he fucked away like a dumb animal.
\t\tMarcus pounded on the walls and screamed for help, but they couldn't change what was happening as the bubble sank to the bottom of the reservoir. Marcus managed to fall forward and plant his fat gut on the hole, stopping them from dying immediately, though the bubble was two-thirds filled with clean reservoir water. His long neck kept him above water in the scant amount of air they had.
\t\tDespite it all, Chad wouldn't stop fucking, even with his head underwater. Finally, he finished inside Marcus before his head rose to the surface, a pleasant smile on his face.
\t\t"Are you done?" Marcus asked.
\t\t"Yeah...I'm done. That was hot."
\t\t"We're fucking dead, dude. Don't you realize that?"
\t\t"Nah, we can just roll back to shore like last time. No problem."
\t\t"Nah, if I move, this bubble will completely fill up, drowning us. We need to think of a plan," Marcus said.
\t\t"We just roll really fast and hope we make it."
\t\t"Nah, fuck that. I have a better idea." Marcus went underwater and moved his gut, allowing the rest of the water to flood in. The water kept the bubble from closing, and Marcus thought maybe he could pull it open wide enough to escape. Whatever happened to Chad didn't really matter at that point. As he pushed through the water flooding in, the bubble sealed again before he could make his escape. He raised his head and only found about an inch of air at the top of the bubble. Now he was as scared as he ever was before.
\t\t"We have to try!" Chad screamed as water got in his mouth. The two enemies rolled the bubble again along the surface of the quarry. Little did they know they were rolling deeper towards the centre.
\t\t"We're not going to make it!" Marcus screamed as he was forced to swallow water just to get the words out.
\t\t"Yes, we will!" Chad managed to choke out as he aspirated water and coughed violently. Desperate, Marcus started punching the fucking bubble, but it was useless. Chad had stopped pushing and instead only floated in the water.
\t\t"Fuck!" Marcus screamed and thrashed violently like a child, splashing water everywhere but doing no harm to the bubble, "This is fucking bullshit! I'm going to fucking die down here because of this gay retard!"
\t\tMarcus started walloping Chad's fat body with punches and kicks, but Chad didn't even react. As a last fuck you and knowing these were the last moments of his life, Marcus grabbed Chad's fat ass and violently hate fucked him. Sadly, it was the hottest sex of his life as he punched Chad in the back and sides, all the while ruining his asshole.
\t\tThe chubby little dinosaurs knew that they were at the end of their rope. The air was all gone. There was one substantial air pocket left, one undiscovered until a thorough last-ditch effort was conducted by the two individuals. One pocket was left. Just the one. They both noticed it at the same time. Despite their earlier efforts and their submission to their fate, and naturally some hot fucking besides, they both rushed for the pocket of air.
\t\tHell, it wasn't even large enough for one, let alone the both. This caused quite the stir and controversy between them. They violently thrashed at each other, but it wasn't a fair fight, it never was between them. Chad grabbed a hold of Marcus's cock and squeezed while Marcus responded in kind by biting into the others neck. It seemed that even in the midst of life and death, even while struggling for their lives, even without meaning to, their efforts were homosexual in nature. Secretly both were taking quite the joy in this life ending affair.
\t\tThey violently went at it, struggling to hold their breath, only ever so often earning the top seat at the tippy top of the sphere, enough to gasp in air. Occasionally, their individual efforts were thwarted while gasping air and instead treated with a mouthful of water.
\t\tThe irony was that while they did manage to score oxygen, they exerted so much effort obtaining it that in the long run they survived less time than if they had not gone for the air pocket at all.
\t\tAn unholy alliance was formed in their mutual desperation. Instinctively, they both realized that while the bubble of air wasn't enough to keep them alive, it was enough to keep them, well, conscious, and if they were both conscious, they both could maybe formulate a plan of escape. Escape required the both of them though, working together, but secretly against each other.
\t\tThe font of life saving air was limited and both were extremely in need of it. And so, while they shared it occasionally, desperation and biological imperative demanded that they absorb all they could, when they could. This manifested in several ways, the most important was cooperation. Marcus would sip some, Chad would gulp some, each moving and allowing the other to replace. But that wasn't good enough. Chad, always the self-styled top of the on-going rivalry, turned brief gasps of air into long drawn-out ones, leaving poor little Marcus to struggle, water encapsulating his entire form. He had suffered the consequences of oxygen deprivation far longer than Chad, and so after some frantic paddling in the water to keep him relatively near the source of air, Marcus eventually started to become violent - very violent, and not all together under his own control.
\t\tMarcus thrashed at Chad, pounding a weakened fist into that pudgy little adorable round belly which resulted in Chad exhaling into the little slice of air left remaining in their doomed prison.
\t\tChad responds with a big fat fucking tail into the face before turning around to look incredulously at his assaulter, only to drag his massive yet only half-masted cock slicing through the water and duplicated the tail slap to face, except it was a cock this time and not the tail.
\t\tOf course, in any other time or place, this would have stoked the faggot to no end, but at this junction in time, it didn't provoke anything but red-hot rage. But even that was cooled off by the icy chilled water that they were basking in. Instead of the typical catty response, Marcus found himself floating aimlessly in that prison, hands clutching at his throat. His skin became a distinctly blue-ish hue. And his cheeks, they put chipmunks to shame. His thrashing slowed to a still.
\t\tIt was only when those hands, firmly clutching at Marcus's throat, slowly limbered and drifted away, that Chad sprang into action - but not after a little eye roll of annoyance. He didn't want to, but he was married to the concept that two struggling to breathe dinos were better than one if they needed to plot and plan an escape. Chad cut through the water, his lovely penis trailing behind him like a second tail, and he nudged Marcus.
\t\tNo response.
\t\tHis nudging became a little harder. Right in that belly. Poking him.
\t\tNothing.
\t\tBoth of his hands clasped upon Marcus's shoulders, and he jostled him viciously and violently.
\t\tFag.
\t\tChad snatched the base of his cock, floating steadily, he took aim and kapow! Right in the face.
\t\tThat did it.
\t\tMarcus was obviously groggy and utterly out of it, but not out of it enough for Chad to snatch this fucking waste of flesh and drag his sorry as to that source of air and shoved him up into it.
\t\tThe belly of Marcus expanded as he took one gigantic gulp of it. And another.
\t\tAnd another.
\t\tChad looked up through the watery embrace of water at Marcus as he greedily sucked down what remained. There was still some left, of course, but still...
\t\tChad reached up below Marcus, snatched that cock in his hand, squeezed, and pulled in such a vicious and sudden jerk that Marcus was dragged below, eyes bulging in shock.
\t\tChad realized instead of cock slapping this fucker awake, he could have just fucked his cock up with his hand. Life and learn - or not, as the case may be.
\t\tIt was in all this cock-laden fighting that both of these dinos, even while struggling on for dear fucking life, found themselves hardening.
\t\tThis didn't stop Chad from wanting oxygen though. But it did provide Marcus some time to plan his next strike. His face was turning its newest familiar colour of blue, and he could feel his jaw clenching in disagreement with the savage brutality of lacking a water source. He opened his mouth and bit right onto Chad's fat puckered pumped cock - deep. Deep and cruel.
\t\tChad screamed in agony.
\t\tAnd both boys found themselves in a good ole scraping fest. Bellies were pounded. They bite. They punched. And through all this, they found themselves somewhat unusually oriented with the other penises. There would be a good bit of lewdness then.
\t\tBut alas, the air pocket was just enough to give them hope but not enough to sustain their life. Chad and Marcus floated in the sphere comprised of water, weightless and doomed. It was then that Chad realized something, something that Marcus was too slow to. Probably because that fag had been so in and out on consciousness that thought wasn't really possible for Marcus. The idea occurred to him in a flash of brilliance, aided by the bubbles of air spilling from the mouth of Marcus.
\t\tThis bubble contained air still.
\t\tChad repeated the same mistakes previously done and lunged after Marcus with renewed vigour, spearing him in the stomach. Marcus was unprepared, as he was just floating, floating and waiting, floating, waiting, and regretting ... and considering his own little plans - most of which involved a nice last blowjob from Chad and how to obtain the object of his desperation.
\t\tMarcus was shoved to the spherical walls of the bubble, Chad pinning him there with a fiery strength that he managed to claw up from the core of his very soul, a will to survive. Marcus managed to struggle, but it was no use, he was already rather burnt out on fighting, he had been doing it for so long, what seemed like forever, his entire life, and his body just didn't have the strength.
\t\tIn truth, neither of them had enough strength. If given the chance, a child could overpower them in their current state of being.
\t\tChad planted his lips straight right smack dab onto Marcus and kissed. Marcus accepted the kiss. Chad wanted to give a final gift, an exchange of sorts for robbing his nemesis of his final life - his hand grasped around that phallus that belonged to Marcus. He stroked it suddenly and quickly with arousal that he never knew he possessed before. Their cocks, both hard and rigid, but still floated in the weightlessness of the surrounding water - yet those organs seemed to be attracted to each other, a magnetic attraction that was shared with their tongues. Tongue and dick both rubbed against each other in the most sexually intense way that Marcus didn't require much in way of encouragement to bust a nut, aimed directly at Chad's pelvis. It stuck and clung to Chad's cock like sludge. The kiss was tightly sealed, allowing their mouths to open and french without a rush of water. This seal was intention and not from lust or want, though it wasn't unpleasant for either of them.
\t\tThis was when Marcus realized the truth, the nature of the kiss. He felt his air being sucked out of his lungs. Chad was swallowing what little air was left inside. But it felt so good.
\t\tMarcus squirmed, little by little, but not in earnest. Not until his body begged him too. And it was at that point that Chad had released him. Chad had taken what he wanted, like an oxygen sucking vampire. Chad smiled and put some distance between them so he could watch the final moments of this gay fucking dino fag. He revelled in his triumph.
\t\tMarcus tried to swim to where Chad was, where the oxygen was, but he was just too faded to manage the travel.
\t\tMarcus paddled once, twice, and then slowly began to jerk. His arms seized to his sides, twisting and bending and squirming in shapes and motions that were entirely not normal. It was a foreign sight. It would have freaked anybody out, but Chad found a certain amount of enjoyment at seeing his love time rival suffer, drown, and die. His body was coming to terms with not having any oxygen. His brain went from starving to starved. His eyes fluttered. His movements were entirely not his own anymore and instead jerked in rather hilarious ways, objectively speaking. At least Chad found it funny to watch. So funny he even laughed, little lifesaving bubbles of air escaping his lips as he took sheer pleasure in the suffering and drowning of his foe.
\t\tMarcus struggled, his movements rapid, frantic, desperate.
\t\tUntil finally Marcus obeyed his body's command, he sucked in water, struggling for life saving air. Instead, he swallowed water. That water rushed into his lungs much the same way that it had pooled into the spherical bubble. And that was when suffocation turned into utter drowning. He had not the time of life to properly drown though. His last-ditch effort for survival merely ended his life outright, right then and there.
\t\tThe body jerked and became motionless, just floating, peaceful and devoid of life. It was then that the body started to float upward... not like it was going anywhere, it would be trapped just the same. Like in life, in death, the male was trapped.
\t\tChad watched this, spending a few frozen moments just enjoying the conquest. The concept of his rapidly diminishing life not on his mind, nor the lacking of his own oxygen. He just watched the flesh of his rival morph, change, and alter. It turned a sickly hue of blue... just floating, floating on a current that didn't quite exist. It was rather devious and delightful.
\t\tChad absorbed the scene, mindless of his own impending doom. But his attention was torn away quite quickly when his own supply of air ran thin, ragged, and finally no more. He knew not how long he was entranced by the snuffing of his rival, nor how much glee he took in watching the death before him. But now, his biological imperative was begging for air now, needing it to survive.
\t\tThe victor, who couldn't enjoy the fruits of his labour, clutched his throat, as if that would help aid him. It did no such thing. His eyes squinted and his body started to lurch. He swam to the top of the bubble, greeting his long time, dead rival at the top. He frantically pushed the body out of his way. His path to the top was not a straight path, the ability to do anything in an appropriate straight fashioned way had long left him now.
\t\tAt the top of the sphere, his hands pounded at the bubble. It was futile. He knew it was. But still he needed to do something. His body, his mind, his need to live were overpowering his conception of what would truly help him out. Chad felt his veins, his body, his blood burn. He felt his vision narrow, blackened, the edges shot out with tingling rainbows of spots and dots, they swirled. As blackness descended through his field of vision, those midnight corners sparkled with these rainbow patterns.
\t\tHis legs jerked this way and that - not for a need for directing his swimming as there was no direction worth going, no path that would save him from his faith. No, his body was undergoing the same effects that Marcus had suffered. It wasn't so funny now that it was happening to him. It felt painful, but in a numbing kind of way. It was a fading pain that wrapped each limb, his chest, and his brain.
\t\t\tChad let out a pair of barely audible gasps before his air completely ran out. Suffocating.
\t\t\tAh, but from his desperate doggy paddling, the bubble seemed to shift in just the right way, which earned a small air pocket to open above his head. Chad tried desperately to get to it, but his doggy paddling was more akin to sporadic jerks of unresponsive muscles and limbs. But he was successful in being king of the hill, the prize being prized oxygen. He gulped it with a thirst a famished dino would down food. He felt his limbs come into his command, thankfully. It was tingly, but it was life, sweet life.
\t\t\tAnd that was when it happened.
\t\t\tMarcus was floating to the top of the bubble, right alongside Chad. Marcus's lifeless limbs brushing and bumping repeatedly into Chad. The lifeless body seemed to have a mind of its own. The weight was dead and relentless. Chad expended his energy kicking and swatting the body away from him, but much like that animal magnetism that had drawn them into a rivalry that inevitably ended Marcus's life, Marcus was drawn to Chad and that air pocket. Regardless of shoving, Marcus was undeterred and continued to close the gap between them. The hands, free floating, reached out and affixed on Chad's swollen and engorged cock which was blue in coloration from the constant on and off again suffocation that the dino boy was suffering.
\t\t\tChad struggled with Marcus's invasion of his air source, taking time to grip on Marcus's hands that were slithering upon him. The flesh was cold, dead, and stiff. One of Marcus's hands wrapped around his tummy, splayed hands webbing on that belly, the other clenching like a vice upon his dick. They angelically floated in the doomed bubble prison in a mock spooning.
\t\t\tTry as Chad might, rigor mortis had long set in for Marcus and that fat was permanently frozen toughly in his position.
\t\t\tChad was overwhelmed by the terror, Marcus brought their rivalry to the grave, seeking to drag Chad down, down, down. Not just in a purely physical sense, which he was at that, but in a very metaphysical sense, trying to force Chad to follow him into the grave. The thought that the cold, drowned, boy was waiting for him in death was truly, truly, unsettling. An unusual panic that overwhelmed him far beyond that of his need for air, spread through Chad's body.
\t\t\tHis digits could find no purchase on those hands. They were stuck. Chad couldn't end this grapple hold, this spooning beyond the grave, and in his desperation, thrust his fat tush against the dead corpse behind him. This only made the entwining lewder resulting in Marcus's dead cock slipping, sliding, and jamming right up into Chad's warm and wanting ass.
\t\t\tChad submitted to the concept that this was what it was going to be. He couldn't dislodge this corpse from him --- and so chose to doggy paddle, dragging his rapist to the air pocket with him, so that he could maintain a constant yet diminishing stream of air. Marcus's head peeked up into the pocket of air with him. There was a smirk on his cold blue lips.
\t\t\tChad was very careful with his movements, for though he enjoyed the thought of being raped, and subsequently raping Marcus, he had other more pressing concerns. He needed to gain this air. He needed to steady himself. His little legs cut through water to keep him upright, his hands went pounding against the unfailing, unmoving bubble. He made sure not to wedge, drive, or penetrate his ass any further than what was already done.
\t\t\tChad didn't know how or why, but Marcus's stiff form began to push forward and backward, rocking, rocking and fucking. Fucking in a slow manner but fucking all the same. It was making escape, breathing, and survival a second thought. It felt so good. But it was that terror that added a certain pornographic quality to the pleasure Marcus gave Chad.
\t\t\tChad soon found himself not just a prisoner to Marcus in death, but that body was now much more eager, more thrusting. That cock went in and out of him. It was there lewd and terrible movements that made the bubble finally dislodge from its stuck position. And it rolled, it rolled and rolled. Sending them in a spiral, the air pocket wildly altering according to position. It was his frantic poundings that caused the bubble to move, it was also this frantic display of desperation that caused Marcus's body to continue its hard raping of his ass.
\t\t\tFuck....
\t\t\tFUCK!
\t\t\tChad began to brutally pound against the undeterred bubble not just as a way to find escape, or to move the bubble to hopefully a better position so that water would drain and air would replace the void, but with each desperate pound, each shift of position of bubble and his own body, Marcus returned the force with his own frantic fucking.
\t\t\tChad was a co-conspirator in his own rape. And it was this that lead him to cum violently one last time with the aid of Marcus's cock nestled in his ass, stiff hand upon his cock, and the other hand caressing and massaging his tummy as if encouraging his little body to eject its ejaculation.
\t\t\tAnd that was that. With such violent shifting, the air pocket disappeared entirely. Unbeknownst to him, he was not leading the bubble toward liberation or freedom but deeper, deeper into the quarry.
\t\t\tDespite each boy cumming their minds out, Chad found his own hands reaching for his long neck, grasping it tightly in a manner he had seen Marcus do before his untimely, erotic death. Clawing, his fingers clawed at his throat as bubble after last precious bubble escaped his mouth.
\t\t\tOh god. He was going to die. He was going to die with a fag's dick in his ass. If they were ever found, everybody would see this. They would be frozen like this until discovery. A petrified fossil of faggotry.
\t\t\tAnd they sank... it wasn't enough to float to his death. No, that stiff body of Marcus, his weight, his will beyond the grave, dragged him down into the centre of the bubble, down to the bottom.
\t\t\tChad feared that Marcus wasn't just dragging his body to the bottom of the bubble, their grave, but down into hell itself where Marcus would exact his cruel revenge.
\t\t\tA big ole bubble gasped from his clawed throat as he screamed. This was it. He reaped what he sowed.
\t\t\tMarcus was the victor, though he died first.
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\t\tWeeks later, the quarry was drained to be filled in, and the bubble was found at the bottom. After several attempts, the bubble was successfully destroyed, and their preserved bodies were found inside. Because of the copious amounts of semen discovered in the bubble, the newspapers labelled them two lovers who had died in a tender embrace, and the story became somewhat of a sensation on social media and later turned into an indie movie.
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