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GATOR TAILS: DARK ROOM

Jeremy had just returned to the city, after a long visit with family halfway across the country. He loved visiting them and getting in some quality fishing time with his dad and brother, third year of college would be starting soon and he wanted to be ready and not have to rush with preparation, like the previous year. Before he began the trek around the city, hunting for select essential class supplies, he needed some personal time and was looking forward to visiting his old urban stomping grounds in the industrial district. The moment he returned to the city, he immediately made inquiries with fellow bears like himself. The place was still there and had recently come under new management. Apparently some rich boys that lived out in the country were looking into expanding their business portfolio and paid the bank for the entire place up front. No monthly lease or mortgage. They wanted to completely own it and have no commitments, aside from yearly property taxes and inspections.

The new owners were not shy about communicating with the patrons of the establishment either and even occasionally showed up in person. They believed in an old fashioned hands-on approach to running the place and being completely transparent about everything. There was only one non-negotiable condition. Their identity remain a secret. Apparently this caused guesses to run wild about who among the new bear type patrons were these owners. Even Jeremy himself was asked discreetly later that night, when walking up to the steel double door entrance and nearly collided with a bear couple bigger than him. Both were obviously older with their full gray beards and both looked like one of them trucker types you would meet at a diner on the road. They were the complete visual package. Cap, shirt, pants and boots. All of it, along with how they carried themselves, broadcasts carrier truck drivers. He socialized briefly with them and got more information about the change.

“We pretty much figured you were maybe a little young to be running a place like this kid."

“It requires men with serious management experience."

“Yeah, I'm not exactly management material anyway." Jeremy admitted and blushed.

“Give yourself a little more time."

“You will get there… if you want it."

“We were once young and smaller just like you."

“Experience really is a great teacher."

“So I have been told by a couple bear friends of my own." The student admits.

“Ever consider growing out the goatee to a full beard?"

“Tried, but not enough side fuzz to look right." Jeremy absentmindedly strokes his cheek.

“You will grow into it. This place is definitely not for soft men and didn't you say you had been a member for two years already?"

“Yeah. Two years."

The two trucker types looked at each other briefly and then back at Jeremy.

“You may want to look into Tungsten Status."

“It's the new owner's way of rewarding those that helped this place through the hard recent years and kept it going with their loyalty."

“Tungsten huh." Jeremy smirked. “Fits the various names this place has been called."

“They even left that intact."

“Didn't want the place discovered by the wrong people, via registering a new name."

“I bet a lot of regulars appreciated that." Jeremy guessed.

“We certainly did."

“After talking with you for a bit, we a confident you will appreciate the perks of Tungsten."

A rather audible gurgle was then heard and one of the truckers gave his belly a couple pats.

“I think my buddy here could use a bite to eat."

“Pleasure meeting you mate."

“I definitely appreciate what help you gave me. Thank you." Jeremy compliments them.

He then exchanges handshakes with the two bears and gives them a parting wave, before turning back to the steel doors and takes a deep breath. The student then grips the huge handle and pulls the door open. Jeremy steps right into a familiar old fashioned visitor lobby for an old factory. It measured twenty by twenty feet and looked exactly as it had for years. The floor was still finished concrete, with occasional chips made back when the place was a functioning steel factory. The walls were still covered with beige tiles, with one or two missing here and there. A twelve foot ceiling, with old style long florescent chained lights and only one tube working. Immediately to his one side was the steel framed windows with wavy glass panes, flanked by faded work safety guidelines on large steel plates. Directly ahead was the huge cork board billboard, displaying a brief history of the factory and protected under a thick acrylic safety shield. Then to his other side was the huge waist high customer service window, with it's dark painted prison style steel bar desk partition. The lighting inside was just as dim, with a nearby desk lamp switched on for additional viewing assistance.

Then in the corner, between the billboard and customer service window, was a diagonal wall. It was completely filled with a divided pair of four foot wide dark painted steel doors. They had the words IN and OUT painted on them in huge letters. The one with OUT had a mounted sign under it that said This For You Idiot. Jeremy then looked through the partition and spotted a familiar looking black vest, with a teddy bear wearing leather gear on it. It had PAPA under it. The bald and tanned hairy man, whom was easily twice Jeremy's weight and over six feet tall, had nothing else on under it and was currently facing away from him. He was privately exchanging words with a naked bear couple on the other side of an identical partition. One could plainly see he was wearing nothing else on the bottom half and likely had matching boots on his unseen feet. The bear couple then glanced past him at Jeremy and motioned for the vest wearing bear to turn around. Both met eyes, as the big bear turned and displayed a decent belly parting the vest open. His uncut cock was currently limp, but still hung at a slack four inches. Jeremy noticed he still had the dark Amish style gray beard on his face.

“Well look who finally found his way back to Papa's little hang out." The man announced.

“Hello Judas." The student greeted and walked up to the window partition.

Both men exchanged a handshake through the full width six inch high bottom gap.

“Heard about the recent change in ownership yet? You better had anyway."

“Of course. Just talked with the departing couple outside about the finer details."

“Good boy. Any additional questions can be answered right here… or in my office."

The bear couple behind him snickered.

“Just a minute son." He politely excused himself and walked back to the other partition. “If you two cum filled sluts don't have anything else to inquire about here, go get cleaned up in the showers and get your asses back home to your wives. Don't want them smelling anything funky on you two."

“Yes sir." Both replied in unison and nodded at Jeremy across the distance, before leaving.

“Damn breeding tomcats don't ever really grow up." Judas mumbled to himself, as he walked back to Jeremy. “Since you claim to be all up to date on the changes, I take it you know about Tungsten then?" He asked in a regular tone.

“I don't know the details, but was informed it had perks. Those two trucker dads certainly looked like satisfied customers."

Judas eyes him for a moment and grunts, before reaching under the counter to retrieve a long black box with simple black business cards in it. The box made a heavy thump, as it came down on the window sill/narrow counter top.

“Damn Papa. Are those the member cards for Tungsten itself? Never seen them before."

“These are indeed the member cards and each one is made of polished steel. The coating is really tough too and doesn't scratch easily. First off. Everything we have on record for your member registration still current?"

“Yes sir."

“Good. I know you boy and figured you to be interested in Tungsten. So here we go."

Judas spent the next ten minutes explaining the upgraded membership and it's perks. He also explained some minor conditions connected with the membership, that included wearing very specific steel toed black boots and being fitted for a harness. Both provided for members by the establishment and had polished riveted metal badges that said TUNGSTEN. Once the man made sure Jeremy understood everything clearly, the student was told to step up to the nearby IN door. Judas buzzed him in and the student stepped through into a square ten foot wide black room, divided by a heavy steel fence partition, that managed everyone going in and out of the establishment. Jeremy immediately looked at a mirror and could faintly see the outline of Judas through it, as both waited for the first door to close. Two low voltage overhead light bulbs provided the only illumination. The next door in front of him buzzed and he pushed it open.

Jeremy stepped into the corner of a darkened gray hallway. Two white arrow signs hung directly ahead and pointed opposite ways away from the corner. The one pointing in the direction of Judas said LOCKER. The other one said FOUNDRY. The student chose the direction of the Locker and stepped up to the second partition. Judas was right there with one of the black cards in his hand.

“Alright kid. Here is your card. If you loose it, let us know right away or as soon as you can get to a working phone."

The big man then briefly stepped through an open nearby door and disappeared for a moment. Scuffing of cardboard was heard, along with rustling of paper, before he emerged with a large open black box in his hands. Inside it were a pair of black boots, displaying the metal badge.

“These here are your boots. They will be waiting with your new harness in my office, when you are done undressing in the Locker." Judas explained.

“Damn. Those look really sweet too." Jeremy approves.

“Don't they? It's one of many things I like about the little changes the new owners made here."

“Hope the rest are just as inviting then."

“Oh, they are."

Jeremy then exchanged nods and walked further down the ten foot wide hallway to an identical set of divided double doors, with IN and OUT on them. He stepped up to the IN door and pressed the button on the wall, while also looking up at a camera. A buzzer sounded and the door clicked, before Jeremy pushed on it. It opened into another divided blackened corridor with minimum illumination, that stretched onward for another twenty four feet, and opened into the Locker itself. This sixteen foot wide black room stretched a further forty eight feet further and was completely open, save for the dividing double sided row of old gray metal lockers in the middle. Directly over them was a row of single red tinted florescent light tubes, that ran the full length of this room.

The man turned the corner and looked directly to the wall at his end of the room, admiring the regularly lit enlarged cropped image of a muscled man in a hard hat. He was shirtless and holding a metal beam over his head. The lower corner referenced the title of the original artwork and the Finnish artist's name under it. The picture was set into the wall and was known by long time members to be the one-way privacy partition between the Office and Locker. It was set in a huge metal frame that took up half the walls height and stretched all the way over to the secured Office access door. Jeremy smirked to himself and absentmindedly reached into his denim pants pocket, as he walked on by it and turned to walk along the wall and anchored benches. The wall itself displaying a single message in white letters, that ran the full length of it.

Keep Your Hands To Yourself And Do Your Playing Somewhere Else

He stopped and finished pulling out the key, before turning and stepping up to his locker. He opened it up and did a quick check to make sure everything was still there. Jeremy glanced over his current harness still hanging in the locker. It could be useful elsewhere. He then unbuttoned his flannel shirt and unlaced his boots, before unlatching his belt and slid everything off.

“Hey Jeremy. Great to see you back." Came a familiar voice that directed his attention towards the Shower at the other end of the Locker.

“Hey Max. Still here and keeping it all under wraps?" Jeremy greeted the mildly dark haired man with a goatee.

“Actually. Not so much anymore." Max turned his head to look at someone behind him in the Shower. “Come here Jake, meet an old friend of mine."

“Wait. Isn't Jake your younger brother in high school?"

“That be him and will be starting his first year of college, here in the city." Max returned, as he looked back at Jeremy. “So yeah. That right away makes asking about the whole validation thing unnecessary."

“So you brought him here to show him what his options are as a legal grown man tonight?"

“Been coming here the whole summer actually." Announced Jake, as he appeared next to Max.

The dark haired young man had very little body hair and only a thin mustache on his face.

“So that is what you meant by…" Jeremy started.

“Yup." both finished in unison and grinned.

Jeremy finished undressing and had just tossed his jockstrap onto the top shelf, before closing the locker and slipping the black bungee band attached to the key onto his wrist. He then turned towards the siblings and walked right up to them. A quick glance down confirmed the younger brother also had an uncut average size cock.

“So how long had you known about your big bother's life here?" He asked Jake.

“Since beginning of this summer, on a fishing trip."

“He just had a bad breakup with his girlfriend and needed time away from the school related drama that erupted after it." Max adds and puts an arm on his brother's shoulders.

“I remember you telling me they were quite the famous school item." Jeremy observes.

“Yeah. Even mom was pretty broken up about it and kept asking why we couldn't make it work anymore. Honestly, the two of us were cool about it and still plan on being just friends." Jake admits.

“It's everyone else around us that is a socially stressed." Max comments and snickers.

Jake and Jeremy join the snicker.

“You two staying or leaving?"

“Definitely leaving. We were just about to shower, when I spotted you at the locker."

“I think I broke my dick. Because it sure don't want to work anymore." Jake quips.

“He fucked a lot of man ass did he?" Jeremy asks Max specifically.

“Once he got comfortable here and tapped his first hairy ass, he couldn't get enough."

“Take any dick himself?"

“Some. Not sure if he likes it as much yet."

“Well. Good to see you again Max and pleasure to finally meet you too Rugby star."

Jake blushed a little and shook hands after Max. The siblings then returned to the shower, allowing Jeremy to turn back towards the Office access door and see about the harness fitting. The moment he stepped up to the door, it buzzed and clicked. Judas was right on the other side and opened it for the man, wearing a Tungsten Status harness of his own.

“Couldn't resist making papa wait a little, cub?" He teased and grinned, while holding the door.

Jeremy glanced down and saw that the big bear's ten inch beer can cock was hard and bobbing.

“Had to say hello to an old friend, sir." Jeremy replied and blushed, before walking in.

“I see that. Just teasing." Judas returned and closed the door behind him.

“I thought Jake was a straight jock?"

The Office still looked much the same. One desk, with it's big boxy monitor and keyboard, covered with various papers and another new Tungsten Status harness laying right on top of them. The walls covered with print copies of homoerotic art by same Finnish artist. Many chest high file cabinets.

“He didn't sound very straight when papa took him for a ride." Judas quipped.

“Good grief papa. He is barely a proper bear yet and you served him a roll of summer sausage."

“May have been his first serious cock, but definitely not his first cock at all."

“His brother is likely the one that took his cherry. Fishing trip."

“Huh. Figures. Proud cubs like him always prefer their first time to be private and with someone they trust."

“At least his brother is a grower and can get close to your size when hard."

“True. Would have been a challenge stuffing him without experience or thorough prepping."

Jeremy walks up to the desk and lifts the harness up to examine it. His cock began to firm up and bob a little, at the thought of the new potential fun he might be having with it.

“So how long will the harness fitting take?" He asks Judas.

The bald bear notices the cock beginning to gain size and walks right up to the man and grabs his head with both hands, before crushing their lips together and burying his tongue inside his mouth. The vest was dropped back onto the desk, as Jeremy turned the rest of his body to face Judas. He knew his role and simply stood there, as the bigger tongue roamed all over inside his oral cavity and sensually caressed his tongue. Both men closed their eyes, enjoying the moment of initial bonding. The bald bear then breaks the kiss and shifts his hands to Jeremy's shoulders with a slap. Jeremy gets the signal and falls to his knees, before reaching up to caress the big cock and equally large balls behind it.

“Yeah. You cubs know how this works. Papa gets a tip with every transaction. So get to it."

Jeremy needed no further encouragement and opened his mouth wide, before wrapping his lips around the exposed uncut head. Judas's cock immediately throbbed at the touch of his tongue and began leaking precum. The taste initially surprised Jeremy, but it was pleasant on the tongue and encouraged him to take more cock into his mouth. Perhaps Judas was drinking a lot of fruit juice lately, because the precum tasted as sweet as syrup. His head was then pulled back off the cock.

“You like how that tastes cub?" Jeremy nods. “It's another perk that comes with Tungsten Status. Will show you on the updated tour. Now back to making papa happy."

Judas let go of the man's head, as Jeremy returned to the oral pleasuring of the bald bear. He moaned and closed his eyes, as he massaged the cock at the base with his one hand and worked his mouth all around the leaking head, being attentive about not letting the piss slit get exposed to the open air. The sweet tasting precum simply didn't stop flowing and he didn't want to waste a drop of it. Judas ran his fingers through the man's hair sensually with appreciation of the experienced treatment he was getting from Jeremy.

“That's real good cub. Papa is now going to give you the reward. Get ready to swallow a lot and nurse me real good."

Jeremy felt the caressing hand then move to the back of his head and grip it firmly, as the flow of the precum changed to dense ripples rolling over his tongue. He opened his eyes and looked up right at Judas past the belly, as he moved the one hand to it from the big bear's balls and began rubbing it in appreciation for the sweet tasting gift.

“Keep swallowing, cub. I'll let you know when you are done." Judas encouraged and grinned.

Jeremy moaned around the cock, as a mild warmth began spreading through his body and his cock got quite hard and began throbbing. The hand on his head then began releasing it's grip, as the flow of the precum began dwindling to a trickle and then stopped. Once the hand was removed, he released the cock in his mouth and rose back up to his feet. A brief moment of dizziness hit him and he stumbled a bit, before Judas effortlessly caught him and helped him down into a chair at the end of the desk. He blushed in self deprecation and apologized.

“Nothing to be sorry about cub. The dizziness will pass."

Jeremy shook his head and then looked up at the bald bear.

“So what exactly are you taking papa, that would do that to you… or me?" He asked cautiously.

“It's nothing by some pharma company and it's not an enhancer either. That original pharmaceutical no tolerance policy for this place still stands. It's a juice available with Tungsten."

“Simple pineapple juice does the same thing."

“True. But hold judgment until you had this other juice. Once your head gets clear enough, let's get you back on your feet and get the harness properly fitted onto you."

Jeremy reached over to his new harness and spotted a feature on the back side of the front cross strap. It looked like a shallow pouch.

“Hey papa. What is this for?"

“This." Judas answered and presented Jeremy his Tungsten Status card.

The card was taken and inserted into the pocket. It fit perfectly.

“That is pretty handy. I take it there are new areas that require the card?"

“Indeed there are and all of them are clustered together in the finished basement level."

Jeremy looked up to the man with excitement visible in his eyes.

“It finally got finished? That must have been a little noisy for the patrons here." He observed.

“The place actually got temporarily closed for a month. Everyone was properly informed and compensated by the new owners for being deprived of their favorite little playground."

“Damn. These new owners sound like a dream come true for this place."

“Yeah. Us employees are still adjusting."

Jeremy then got back up to his feet again and felt more stable on them. He then moved to give Judas a hug and noticed his cock had yet to go soft, as it collided with the much bigger throbbing summer sausage. Both just chuckled and pulled each other together, as their cocks slid upwards and got sandwiched between their bellies.

“I'm so happy for you papa." Jeremy whispered into the man's ear. “I stayed up to date on everything that went down before the change of ownership. You guy's stuck it out and kept the place going. We all appreciate it."

“I know cub and thank you." Judas whispered back.

“So who is working the night shift tonight." Jeremy asked as he pulled back and then slid on the new harness, before slowly turning around and allowed Judas to make the subtle adjustments for a proper tight fit.

“It's Mark's turn tonight."

“That chatty chubby Irish bowl of useless knowledge stayed here too? Didn't he plan on leaving, because his other job was taking him somewhere else?"

“It fell through. Some embarrassing internal disaster shut the company down. So he is stuck here for now."

“So he says. He likes it here as much as the rest of us, papa."

“Good luck getting him to admit that. He still has that bitchy wife too."

“Seriously?" Jeremy turns around and asks, after Judas finished with the adjustments.

“He says she still makes him laugh and what they have still works… even though the sex between them has been dead for years."

“Does she even suspect he likes his dick instead by now?" Jeremy sits down again.

“According to him, she doesn't bother to ask and seems to not care. She only asks he be safe with whatever he does when away from home."

“Talk about marriage commitment." Jeremy laces up the new Tungsten boots.

“Ain't that the truth cub. Now, let's see about that tour of the new finished area."

“Lead the way papa." He says after getting back up.

Judas turned and walked back to the access door to the Locker and opened it. Jeremy followed and made sure the door closed behind them with the expected click. Both of their cocks had finally softened and simply swung in front of them, as they walked to the other end of the room. Max and Jake were at the last two lockers and had just finished getting dressed, as they passed by them.

“Congrats on the Tungsten upgrade Jeremy." Max greeted him.

“See you two again tomorrow?" Judas inquired.

“You bet." Jake replied.

“Good cub." Judas then gives the younger brother a pat on the shoulder and hugs Max.

Jeremy gives them both a hug and then follows the bald bear past the open Shower entrance in the middle, on towards the obvious exit in the form of familiar divided double doors. They walk on through into a familiar partitioned pass through room and towards new silver doors with a brushed metal finish. The inside almost filled completely with a single wavy glass panel, with a simple horizontal grip bar in the middle. Big white letters on the glass said GARDEN. Judas pushes it and holds the door open, as Jeremy steps out into the open converted center garden area. This was originally where the steel was melted poured and forged. Now all that was left of the facility itself was the massive vertical steel supports for the production line. They had long since been repurposed as hanging garden tiers, holding air scrubbing vine plants. Men simply gathered in their natural naked form and socialized here. It was just like looking at an outdoor public park, complete with benches and paths. There was even a large hedge maze in the middle, where one could go for some outdoor themed fun. Small signs were posted everywhere to remind the patrons to allow the naked grounds keeping men alone, when they were on the job with tending to the plants. This boundary was easily established by having them wear green harnesses when working. Jeremy even spotted one in the distance.

He then noticed a new visual feature, that could be spotted in various spots, beyond the garden area and just inside the black painted covered walk area that wrapped around the Garden. Judas gave him a nudge and had the man follow him towards one of them. As they stepped closer Jeremy noticed the posted sign establishing the termination point of the Garden and the beginning of the Foundry. Spaced at regular intervals along the black cinder block wall was a wide opening, that lead into the various play areas of the establishment. The opening they were walking towards was marked more clearly with a pulsing orange light reflecting off the polished black finish. Jeremy knew every inch of this place and remembered one of the many closed basement access points being just beyond the opening. He could here some base music thumping from beyond it and the deep voice of some man enticing horny men in the lyrics. Once they stepped through and turned, he spotted recently installed black doors directly ahead and above it two flashing orange caution lights, divided by a band of diagonal orange stripes. To the side of the doors was a more familiar short dark gray hallway. Light gray letters painted on the wall said PUP ZONE.

Judas stepped up to the black doors and Jeremy heard a faint click, before one of the doors was slowly opened. He then got a hand signal to follow on through onto a generously sized twelve by twelve foot concrete landing. There were black lights overhead, that triggered the neon orange striping along the bottom of the black walls and at the edge of each step that lead down into the new finished basement area. A black sign with neon orange letters hung over the stairs and said AMBER CAVE. The required safety handrails were in place and also painted the same color.

“Whoa." Was all Jeremy could say.

“You impress awful easy cub." Judas teased.

“It's a lot of orange."

“It serves it's purpose. Come on."

Jeremy followed the bald bear down the steps to another same size landing and a wall. The very wide opening on one side led to another black room with white tiled floors. He could see signs of flared metal shower heads scattered along partition walls, that flowed away from the entrance in a maze like pattern. He was curious if there were maybe any dead ends and what awaited a man there. His nose then began picking up on a new scent and sniffed the air audibly.

“Maple?" Judas asked him.

“Yeah." Jeremy confirmed.

“It gives the place a nice comforting smell and keeps the manly funk under control."

“Nice. I like it."

Judas then gave Jeremy a tap on the shoulder, to follow him the other way through the opposite equally wide opening. Upon going no further in than the width of the landing behind them, they came to another wall and had to turn. Then they walked quite a bit further and got to a three way split in the path. It was lit by a single orange light bulb overhead. They had a choice of walking ahead and turning, or left and right. Jeremy honestly had no idea and simply followed Judas, as he walked directly ahead and then down another winding path, with many light bulb marked detours branching off. The further they went into the dark maze, the stronger the maple smell got. Jeremy also noticed his own cock beginning to firm up and throb along the way, when coming across random men fucking. They eventually ended up following one path to a lit dead end, that had two hefty looking bears having sex, with one of them laying in a sling. The one in the sling had a noticeably big belly soaked with precum. He noticed the other one standing wasn't thrusting anymore and was sensually caressing the other one everywhere. Neither one bothered to notice they had an audience and seemed to be lost in the midst of their shared desire. Judas then moved up behind Jeremy and pulled him into a hug, as he began pushing his own hard cock between the ass cheeks.

“Let's pause our tour for a bit and enjoy this moment with them." Judas whispered into his ear.

Jeremy said nothing and took a couple deep breaths, as the cock made contact with his anal entrance and started slowly pushing it's way in. He kept looking ahead and squinted his eyes in the dim light, as he swore he could somehow see the suspended man's belly actually grow. It was very hard to tell and if it was growing, it was pretty slow. It had to be a visual trick of his mind. The student didn't care either way, he always loved watching and being pleasured at the same time. He then felt the big cock glide across his prostate and couldn't help but moan softly.

“Good cub. Keep taking more of papa's cock."

The bald bear didn't even bother to stop or pull back. He just kept slowly sliding more of his cock inside Jeremy and plunge deeper into a hole experienced at taking big cock. The man in the sling then began moaning softly, as his hard cock bobbed and visibly released even more precum. The one standing at his ass, then began focusing his caresses on the wet belly and occasionally lifted them up, to lick them clean.

“Fuck. That is so hot." Jeremy whispered back to Judas.

“There is more to show you." The bald bear whispered back and slowly began pulling out.

Once the cock was completely free of Jeremy's ass, he turned around and followed Judas back up the dead end path. More soft moans could be heard echoing from behind them and ahead from the maze itself. He was next taken to another lit dead end and got to watch a group of men slowly milk a bear with their hands. The man himself was suspended in a net and had a very rounded belly on him. It was like they were keeping him from reaching the point of orgasm and continuing to stimulate him to perpetually precum. Jeremy was a little surprised at how much the man was producing. He also noticed none of it was wasted, as small orange cups were passed around by the milkers and an orange bowl was kept under his leaking cock on the floor below him. Although the man seemed to be looking right at the both of them, the expression on his face showed he was actually looking beyond them into empty space itself. Jeremy then felt his cock throb and slap his belly.

“There is still more cub. Come on." Judas coaxed him with a polite pull of the arm.

Once again they followed a winding path and this time stayed on it for quite a while. At this point, Jeremy was sure they were somewhere underneath the hedge maze area itself, but it was hard to tell which part or how far in they might have traveled. He only knew that the echoing moans were getting louder and the maple scent was getting stronger. His own cock even began dripping, as it slapped his belly with increased frequency. The man's arousal was getting very strong, making his normal more logical thinking unavailable.

“How are you holding up so far cub?" Judas asked after looking down at the man's cock.

“I'm feeling really horny now, papa. I could easily just jump in with the next group we see, have my fun with them and just explode."

“Hold on just a bit longer. Because I have someone special you will want to see."

“Could he maybe wait until after I get off?"

“He would prefer you save yourself for him. It's a ritual thing we do for new Tungsten members. We take them through the maze of lust and get the men primed to cum really good."

“A bit like edging."

“Now you get it."

“I can do that for you, papa. You done so much me."

“Good cub." Judas gives him a pat on the shoulder.

As they approach another lit detour point, the moans begin merging into a lust inducing chorus and the intensity of the maple scent begins to make Jeremy moan for release. All he can think about is either sticking his cock in someone or one getting stuck in him, then let his load loose like a living cum fountain. One of the branching paths from this point looked darker than the other two and had no orange stripes along the bottom of the walls. All that was visible was a distant very faint orange glow.

“We are finally here. Listen."

Jeremy just stands there and tries to filter out the background moaning and then suddenly hears an odd gurgling sound echoing back from the glow in the long dark corridor.

“Is something wrong with the plumbing?" He asks Judas.

“Oh that? It's not a plumbing thing we have to worry about. All the Tungsten members are used to it by now. We make one more turn at the end of that dark corridor. Just don't get scared on me."

“Papa, I have never been afraid of the dark. I prefer rooms like this. It let's you feel the guy more than see him. That's what really matters to a man. Just feeling good."

“Good attitude to have cub. You will feel really good after this and be officially Tungsten."

“So… is there like some really big daddy bear in there like you?" Jeremy asks jokingly.

“Yeah. He is really big, cub."

“Good thing you stretched me earlier."

“That was the idea. Ready?"

“Ready."

Both men walked together down the dark corridor and kept one hand on a wall, as they descended deeper into it. Jeremy's ears soon heard a new sound accompany the gurgling. It reminded him of a drain backing up. The Maple scent then got a lot stronger, making structured thinking next to impossible now. Judas gave an answer before it could even be asked.

“Don't worry about that either. Completely normal for down here."

Once both reached the end of the corridor, the faint orange illumination got a little brighter and showed it was reflecting right off a black wall in front of them. Jeremy get a tap on the shoulder and then politely nudged which direction to turn.

“Go around slowly, It's a one eighty." Judas whispered to him.

The man did as he was told and kept his hand on the end of the thick wall, as he walked around the end of it and then froze in his footsteps.

“Oh fuck." Was all he could say in a half gasp.

The source of the orange glow was three orange tinted florescent light bars, that cast light onto a very large creature with glossy looking body armor and the distinctively shaped head of an alligator. The connected body was barely recognizable as belonging to such a beast, with fully developed back legs keeping the whole body lifted off the floor and normal front legs replaced with fully developed huge arms. The other distinctive alligator feature rested on the floor and curled around to rest it's double ridged form by one of the clawed feet. Jeremy then noticed there was someone with the gator beast, after his eyes adjusted and spotted the light bouncing off of human hands gripping a handrail in front of him. The rail itself looked very thick and painted neon orange. It was attached to a barely visible platform that obscured sight of the other alligator foot. He could hear the sound of something wet and dense falling into an open container of sorts.

“Just stand here for now and give your eyes time to adjust." Judas whispered and hugged the man from behind, while allowing his own cock to slip back in between the ass cheeks. “Remember what I told you earlier. We are not in any danger. Otherwise the cub under him would be dead, instead of being used as a willing fuck toy. By the way, those wet sounds are coming from him. He is being fucked in a very special way."

Once Jeremy's eyes did adjust and let him see more of the man in the shadow of the alligator, he could see that one of the beast's arms was keeping a clawed hand over an inflated belly that was round. It was cradling the inflated mass, as occasional gurgles could be heard coming from it. The platform itself could now be seen a little better and was obviously built for the benefit of the man, as well as putting his ass at just the right breeding height for the alligator. There was faint signs of his eyes being open, in the form of two tiny orange twinkles being reflected by them. The man was making none of the expected sounds of pleasure. When his head moved a little, something new caught the light. At that moment, Judas had finished burying his cock inside the ass and held it there.

“Fuck me." Jeremy half gasped and whispered.

A solid continuous flowing line of precum was running out of the man's mouth and cascaded down into what ever hidden container there was between his feet on the platform. The size of the stream was slowly increasing.

“Is he… Is that…?"

“That is the gator's own special cum flowing out of the mouth and yes, it feels amazing."

Had Jeremy's mind not been so heavily under the influence of the arousal inducing air, he would felt very intimidated. But his lust addled mind was thinking only one thing. He had to find out for himself what it was like to be used that way and was looking forward to being next. The gator beast then moved the other arm, that had been completely invisible in the shadows, and extended behind him. He then heard a familiar distinct sloppy organic sound, as the arm finally appeared and briefly revealed a hand holding a familiar looking type of plug. The sloppy organic sound continued and then was interrupted by a distinct wet popping sound. Judas then retracted his cock and released Jeremy from the hug, before walking up to the platform and began talking to the other man softly. This other man's form then slowly became more visible, as he was helped down off the platform by both Judas and the gator beast. The bearish looking man then was guided slowly up to Jeremy, displaying a round gurgling belly that was wet on the front from what was running out of his mouth. It was now closed and displayed a goofy looking smile in the dim orange light. The man then leaned forward to hug Jeremy and whispered into his ear after a big gulp.

“Let him have you." Another gulp. “Do nothing. Enjoy it."

The hug was then broken and Judas helped him continue walking away. Jeremy spotted the distinct dark presence of a butt plug between the man's ass cheeks, as he walked around the end of the wall. The bald bear gave a parting nod and smile, before disappearing with him beyond the wall itself.

“Cone." Came a single spoken word, that brought Jeremy's attention back to the alligator.

The voice was quite deep and under the influence of the maple scented air, sounded alluring and encouraged the man to approach the gator beast.

“Cone." The beast said again and spoke it more softly, while extending a huge clawed hand.

Jeremy's more logical mind would have told him to wait and ask questions before acting. That part of his mind had been unavailable ever since he dived deeper into the huge maze room with Judas. The current horny-out-of-his mind man slowly stepped forward up to the platform and allowed the huge gator beast to help him up onto it's four foot high elevated top, while using the huge rail as grip and support with one hand. His nose immediately brought his line of sight down to a white basin set into the floor of the wooden platform. It was hard to tell how deep it was or how much of that curious clear cum was in it. All he knew was soon he would be adding his own load to the mix. He then felt the huge hands gently move over his body and help steady him as he assumed the same bent over straddling position as his predecessor. His cock continued to slap his belly and began to drip more.

“Relax. Enjoy." Came the encouraging words from that alluring deep voice, as the huge hands settled onto his hips and the softer part of the alligator's body made contact with his back.

One of the hands moved forward and settled next to one of his on the rail. Now he could see why it was so thick and sturdy looking. It was more for the gator beast than him. The other hand slid forward and came to rest over his belly, as he felt a familiar blunt warmth make contact with his ass cheeks and then begin to part them. It felt firmer and more slick than a human cock and slipped right through his anal entrance much easier too. Jeremy moaned as it's presence then proceeded to slide right across his prostate. The stimulation itself was more intense, as the prostate's nerve endings detected the gator cock had an attached part that felt just like a lubed finger. It pushed at that magic spot and caused the man to reflexively arch his back. The cock inside him then stopped and dragged the finger protrusion back across the prostate, before stopping again. The alligator then pushed back forward and proceeded to slowly fuck him. Jeremy's over stimulated system immediately responded with his first orgasm. His cock throbbed and shot it's load so intensely, he got week in the knees and closed his eyes, moaning in approval of finally getting release. The beast kept him on his feet.

“Yes. Let it Out."

The cock inside him didn't stop and continued thrusting in him.

“Too…" Jeremy started to inform the gator beast.

The Gator interrupted him with a rumble and kept thrusting, with no concern for him needing time to recover for more. Under normal circumstances, he would need an hour. But there was something in the air that was affecting him in a weird way and keeping his cock hard. It continued to throb for release and he felt the need quickly return.

“Oh Fuck. How is that possible?"

Jeremy got no answer and quickly lost his capacity to speak, as another moan escaped his mouth and his cock began releasing a steady stream of precum. He was soon treated to another orgasm, that felt more powerful and lasted longer. His eyes flew open in shock, as it ejected from his cock. Once again the alligator did not stop thrusting and continued to keep him in his climatic mental state, via the persistent stimulation of his prostate. Jeremy then felt an ambient warmth manifest within his crotch area and began to slowly spread outward, as he felt his third orgasm begin to approach already and his cock throb harder with the need to cum. This time, what came out of him felt less like shooting cum and more like pissing. The maple scent in the air also spiked the moment he heard it drop down into the white basin between his feet. He dared to look down and saw his third load actually trickle steadily out of his cock and looked to be completely clear.

“Now. Dreed." The deep voice announced, before the cock inside him slid on past his prostate and made contact with the entrance into his inner guts.

Jeremy had no words and simply waited for what he knew was coming. He wanted this and exhaled a couple times.

“Okay." He encouraged. “Push it in and fill me you beast."

The alligator rumbled again and slowly pushed forward, as the internal entrance relaxed open to accept the phallic visitor. The warmth begun spreading through Jeremy's entire belly and began traveling down his legs, as he felt very dense warm cum dump into his guts. His belly immediately gurgled in response to the new presence, while his cock remained hard and continued to trickle. He watched as his belly visibly began to slowly push outward and moaned in approval.

“Fuck. It feels so good. More. Keep filling me."

The load being dumped in him didn't stop and gradually filled up his guts, as the ambient warmth consumed his legs and began working up past his stomach. His belly began expanding faster and started to become round in the huge supportive gator hand. He then felt a curious dense presence begin to manifest in the stomach itself, as the special cum breached that entrance and spilled into it. More gurgles erupted, as his stomach initially protested against the intrusion. He even belched a couple times, before his belly stopped expanding and then the stomach itself filled up too.

“So full. More." Was Jeremy's last words, as maple became the only thing he smelled.

The ambient warmth quickly took over his arms and traveled up his neck, as the familiar dense gator load filling his guts began to travel on up to his throat. This was the moment where he ceased being a free thinking man, that decided his own fate and became a mindless horny fuck toy, that lived only to be used by an alligator. The transition was quickly made as the denser substance then began flowing over his tongue and filling up his mouth. He only made a couple gurgling sounds, before his capacity to use his vocal cords was neutralized by the presence of the maple syrup tasting cum. The ambient warmth then finally claimed his head, as any remaining structured thinking rapidly melted under the ceaseless syrup infused desire to simply cum and never stop. The syrup traveling through his guts and body then surged stronger and pushed its way through him with the driven purpose to completely saturate his body. The man everyone knew as Jeremy ceased to exist that day and left his body with the sex syrup, as it rolled out of his open gaping mouth in ripples and down across his round belly, into the white basin below. There would soon be a new Tungsten version, with a dedicated loyalty to be an alligator's syrup filled fuck toy.