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GATOR TAILS: PARK RANGER

Brad occasionally turned his head side to side and soaked in the relaxing natural scenery of a road he had recently taken a few times, during his on-site training and orientation for his new post at a remote ranger station in the swamp preserve. He was looking forward to today's excursion into the deep swamp and didn't mind the fact it had recently rained relentlessly for hours through the night and saw it as an opportunity to show that he could handle such extreme swamp conditions with little difficulty. The man even chuckled a little, while brushing the occasional small patch of fresh mud off his canvas shorts and then extended his arm out the fully exposed driver side of the jeep to rinse off the fingers. Care was taken to slow down at various dips in the road and prevent massive amounts of dense mud water from being flung airborne up onto the windshield. Although the jeep itself had it's hard top mounted, it did very little about preventing the driver from being soaked by the continuing soft drizzle of the morning summer rain being occasionally blown into the cabin.

“Hope Jacob don't mind me forgoing wearing my underwear today." He tells himself, after giving the steering wheel a quick right jerk to avoid another hole. “It would be just one more thing to get wet and weigh me down while trudging through the swamp mud."

Brad would also extend his leg out the exposed side and let the rain rinse the tiny mud flecks out of the hair on them, then retract it and extend an arm out to rinse it's hair off as well. After another mile of travel, the man's eyes detected a break in the roadside shrubbery. The road ahead began to widen a lot and showed faint signs of a cabin, with another jeep parked in front of it. They began to quickly manifest out of the fuzzy background of the persistent drizzle. As the jeep drove closer, a single man was seen emerging from the cabin and possessed the same stocky fit build as Brad. This man was wearing the same tan ranger attire and clearly didn't bother putting anything on over it. The jeep drove onward into the clearing, then turned and came to a stop perpendicular just behind the parked one. The other man then approached the driver side just as the jeep was put in park.

“Ready to meet the friendly locals?" Jacob asked after raising an arm and leaning a little towards the exposed cabin.

Brad did a quick visual assessment of the mildly tanned fully black bearded ranger. He seemed just as at home in the rain and appeared to have taken the same practical undergarment approach, as evidenced by the obvious noticeable outline of a large semi hard cock pushing against the wet fabric of the canvas shorts. He was quick to bring his eyes back up to Jacob's face and nod in acknowledgment.

“Ready when you are. Should we pack anything special before leaving?" Brad inquired.

“Not necessary. Whatever additional stuff we might need, we can get at our first stop. I see you sided with keeping the boots off today. Not a bad idea. Weather report says this drizzle is supposed to continue all day. I left mine behind in the cabin. Where we will be walking boots will just get in the way and become useless troublesome mud magnets."

Jacob then straightened back up and allowed the other ranger to exit the jeep, while glancing down and noticed the ranger trainee had adopted the same smart bare foot option for the weather. He was also quick to raise his gaze back up, after spotting the unmistakable movement of a freely hanging cock under the fabric of the wet shorts. Brad noticed him looking down but said nothing.

“My own personal experience has taught me to know when and where not to be wearing boots in the swamp during this sort of weather. Pretty much had the option covered, the moment my jeep tires left the asphalt and started down the dirt road."

Both just smirked at each other, before Brad then turned and walked around the back of the jeep to the passenger side. He reached in through the exposed open side behind the seat and fetched a repurposed large plastic butter bowl, then sat down on the seat and held it out to fill with water. Just as it began to fill up, he reached just under the rim with the other hand and gave it a twist. The plastic separated to reveal two bowls stuck together. He then handed the removed second empty bowl across his shoulder to Jacob's open receiving hand. The jeep jostled a bit, as the stockier ranger sat down.

“How far from here is that next stop." Brad casually asked while watching his bowl fill up.

“About two miles."

“Will the jeep be going with us beyond that point?"

“Not unless you did some modification to make it float on water." Jacob quipped.

Both snickered as Brad used the bowl to rinse off one foot, then tucked it inside the cab and held out the bowl to fill back up

“Who would live so far into the swamp? It's not exactly a place to be raising kids… so it has to be just a small group of people who just want a life free of public harassment or distractions."

“They actually are a family… minus the woman."

“Huh. Divorced?"

“You're quick. No. She is deceased. Killed in a car accident while they still lived in the city a couple years ago. The place we are going to is a vacation cabin they used during the summer. Now the man and his four sons live there all the time."

Brad paused after rinsing off the other foot and pulling himself completely inside the jeep cabin.

“That must have been an interesting change in life and especially difficult for the boys."

“Boys were already grown up for the most part. They probably needed a change in life and routine to move past the tragedy… just like their dad. The youngest is now eighteen."

Jacob then brought himself completely into the jeep cabin with his own clean wet feet. Both then nodded to each other, before the vehicle was shifted into gear and rolled forward onto the next connecting road that lead deeper into the swamp.

“Depending on how much they did when coming here on vacation, I can imagine living in this swamp full time proved to be quite the learning experience for all five of them." Brad observes.

“They reflect back on the first year as a necessary change now and wouldn't trade their new life for all the money in the world."

“Kind of like me jumping at the chance to get this new post working with you."

“Kind of. I think you will do alright out here and will come to think of these other guys like extended family. I sure have and appreciate every moment they have helped me out with mildly troublesome situations that would develop in the deep swamp."

Both noticed the slow drizzle gradually increase and become a steady downpour, as the jeep cleared what Brad judged to be one mile along the dirt road. Jacob responsibly slowed the pace and leaned forward to watch for any sudden obstacles that might manifest in the lowered visibility. Him and Brad looked at each other for a quick status check and saw that the weather still didn't bother either one, regardless of them both now being completely soaked to the skin by the summer rain. Jacob noticed that Brad followed his advice and got his hair cut short like his own. Far less to contend with, when the swamp weather turns mean and nasty. He then quickly grabs the center gear shiftier and changes gears to slow the jeep down even more, then points ahead beyond the windshield at a barely visible slick break in the muddy road surface. The surrounding water level had quickly risen and it was hard to judge the depth of the approaching potential water hazard. Brad then spots it himself.

“Maybe we should stop and see what we are dealing with." He suggests to Jacob. “Good thing I got the engine snorkel upgrade two years ago."

“What about the water getting too high and flooding the cabin?"

“There are swivel catches on the floor boards. Turn them and the boards in front of the seat come right up, allowing the intruding water to drain away through the metal grating underneath them. A personal modification I made myself at a welding shop. We can go ahead and remove them, once we stop ahead. They should store easy enough into the water tight storage bins in back over the fenders. I had those containers modified with additional slots to hold them."

Jacob just nodded in agreement and brought the jeep to a complete stop a few feet from the beginning of the flooded road section. Both then got out and quickly did the planned task on their respective side of the cabin.

“I see you decided to leave the tailgate behind." Jacob commented, after both men got back into the cab and he engaged the second transmission lever for four wheel drive mode.

“Got rid of it when I did the floor board upgrade and installed the fender bin upgrades."

“Oh yeah. You will fit in here at the swamp just fine."

Jacob then unhooks the hand receiver from the radio mounted on top of the dash and makes a quick frequency adjustment.

“You think we will need help already?" Brad asks Jacob

“I know we will. I took one quick look at the surroundings and knew exactly where we were at on the road." Jacob assures and points at the muddy water covering the road. “That ahead is a significant dip. Use to be an old bridge there years ago. It then got washed out and no one felt it was worth the money to replace it. This jeep won't make it by itself and could use a little help." Jacob suppresses the call button on the receiver. “Hey Swamp Shadow. You or any of the boys near the radio. Come back."

Brad started to say something and was motioned with a raised finger to hold the thought. The radio then briefly crackled and a deep man's voice came through the dash unit's speaker.

“Swamp Shadow here. Is that you White Meat?"

“Yeah it's me. Taking my new partner on a trip into the deep swamp near your property and got a little stranded by the rain on a road near you."

“Mm hmm. It is raining pretty hard now. Let me guess, you two are at the old washed out bridge spot and would like a hand getting across." both rangers then heard a chuckle.

“Sure would appreciate it."

“Good thing the heavy rain don't bother us or Beast. Be there soon enough. Swamp Ghost out."

Jacob pointed at the red Led display.

“That there is how you get the only help available out here. Luther and his boys are good souls. Always eager to help stranded folk wandering through the swamp."

“I take it Luther is the one you just called Swamp Ghost."

Jacob just grinned and nodded.

“Any reason for the names or just random?"

“The names have reason. Luther and his boys live completely off the grid. Almost nobody knows they live out here. As for me… well I was a pretty pale man when first taking on this post and meeting Luther for the first time. Compared to him, I was very white."

“Ah. Luther and his boys are darker complexion? Possibly black?"

“Not Ethiopian black, just normal black."

“Anything I should know before meeting them?"

“Yeah. Since they live so far out away from civilization and free of prying eyes, they are pretty much naked all the time… except when circumstances make it necessary to wear clothing. The way they see it, it's just them boys and no one else. It's their land and their right."

“You don't seem that bothered about it."

“I got used to it and you will too. Speaking of Luther… I think Beast is finally approaching us."

Brad then noticed a pair of headlamps hovering pretty high off the ground, along with a line of four fog lamps hovering above what he guessed to be a truck cab. From the sound of the approaching diesel engine, a very big truck. The vehicle itself was nearly impossible to see in the pouring rain. Both men stepped back out of the jeep and approached the edge of the flooded section. The visible headlamps pivoted around with the truck and were replaced with a pair of dual round vertical tail lights that set just as high up as the headlamps. They then slowly moved towards the water and eventually faint signs of a camouflage paint job became visible on the truck body, along with it's hefty black homemade welded steel bumper. The barely visible back tires were rather large too. Chains could be heard rattling above the sound of the engine, as the vehicle was very slowly backed up. Four dark stocky built male figures then manifested in the rain and hopped down off the truck bed.

“That there be the boys." Jacob commented. “They are also astonishingly strong like their dad."

Two of them could vaguely be seen reaching towards the truck's bumper and then walk ahead of it right into the water. A lot of chain rattling accompanied them along the way. One of the other two began shouting towards the father in the cab and gave him further direction, while the remaining one kept rattling the chains himself and was likely helping with extending them towards his other two brothers already wading waste deep through the water. As the ones in the water came closer and were half way across, Brad saw that they were wearing nothing on the top half of their bodies.

“You were not kidding about the strong part." Brad observed.

Draped once over the shoulders of the approaching two black men was the unmistakable rattling presence of log chains. Both were carrying the added weight like it was as light as rope and also seemed to be not at all bothered by the water running across the sunken road section. The truck on the other side finally stopped backing up and made the expected brief wine of a large diesel truck's brakes. An audible door closing was then heard, before a fifth figure began manifesting in the rain and approached the son helping with the directions. Brad then turned his attention back to the other two approaching men and got confirmation about the earlier discussion, in the form of seeing both move up out of the water completely naked. Although their bodies didn't have the expected muscle bound look of someone that could carry so much weight through water that was up to their waste, their overall size and obvious muscle tone in their limbs suggested otherwise. Both also had noticeable bellies, but there was no sign of them being flabby. They were also hairy with short full beards on their faces.

The most surprising feature however was the semi hard uncut phallic flesh hanging below the waste. Brad estimated the thickness to easily be that of a beer can and the existing length looked to already be at six inches, with a rather above average scrotum hanging right behind them. If the two men noticed his gaze linger a bit on their crotch, they certainly did not show it. Although Brad considered his height of six feet to be a little tall, when compared to most men around him, these two made him seem short. The shoulder of the one standing closest to him sit right at the top of his head. Both of them asked if the jeep had proper tow hooks on the front. Jacob had to give a quick sideways nudge to generate a response. Brad blinked his eyes once and then directed the two men to the tow hook locations just beyond the front bumper. Both thanked him, before one of them lowered to his hands and knees, then crawled forward to begin properly securing the chains in place. He then raised his arm and signaled with a thumb pointing up. The other brother then spun around and yelled through the rain, which had been progressively falling harder during the brief encounter.

“All set over hear pop!" His deep voice boomed through the air.

“Good. Get your ass into the cab Jacob!" Came the yell back through the rain.

“You go ahead and stand back a bit, while we get the jeep across, then follow me across the water." Jacob told Brad and the two boys with a raised voice that could be heard in the hard rain.

Everyone nodded, before Jacob departed for the driver seat. Brad and the two brothers then stepped on aside and heard the door of the other truck slam shut, just before it's engine revved a bit and they saw the chains go rigid with tension. Jacob began driving the jeep very slowly forward towards the water and allowed the other vehicle to do most of the work. Brad then noticed the one brother shuffle a bit next to him and then felt a hand on his shoulder, before hearing some breathing come near his ear.

“This is not the first time pop has helped Jacob out. It has become a rather regular thing over these recent years and their wetter seasons." The brother spoke into his ear. “We certainly don't turn down the opportunity to be visited by friendly company. We are actually glad Jacob now has someone to help out at the ranger station. He has more tasks to do that takes him away from it more frequently. We help out whenever we can with the work and look forward to also working with you."

With those words, brad felt a large hand grip his own and pulled it away from his side. It then quickly made contact with what was undeniably the pulsing firm presence of an erect penis. The hand guided his own fingers to wrap around it's smooth slick surface, that was obviously lubed with precum, then gently gripped his wrist and directed him to begin moving his hand slowly up and down the shaft.

“We also noticed your gaze linger on our meat and appreciate the silent positive compliment. Jacob was confident you were a man that had special appreciation of a man's body and was sure to pass the word onto us. It will certainly make this meeting go a lot smoother. Now just keep stroking."

The mouth then moved away from his head and Brad noticed the brother straighten back up, before feeling an arm brush past over his shoulders. He turned his head slightly and saw an extended hand tap the other brother's shoulder, before seeing him then reach over and guide Brad's other hand to a lubed throbbing shaft as well. The ranger just turned his head back and said nothing, as he watched his jeep slowly get pulled through the water and began stroking the other hard shaft as well. He then felt another arm come up on his shoulders, before feeling the two brothers pull themselves sideways closer to him. Brad then felt two large hands begin rubbing across his wet shirt. He stood there and did nothing, as the same hands then unbuttoned the front and pulled it free from behind the waste band of his shorts. The hands then began sensually rubbing all over his hairy chest and belly.

“Go ahead and taste it." The other brother encouraged him.

The hands stopped rubbing his front and moved away, the moment he removed his hands from the two throbbing shafts and raised them up to his nose. His eyes briefly got big, as the two brothers slowly began walking away towards the jeep. The scent of the precum was sweet like the syrup you put on pancakes or waffles. There was also a quality to it that stimulated his body and caused his own cock to quickly firm up inside his shorts. He then extended a tongue to taste the palms of both hands and got a rather expected result, in the form of the precum also tasting just like syrup. Brad closed his eyes and moaned a little, as the extracted syrup residue slid on down his throat and triggered his cock to now get completely hard and strain against his shorts. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed the two brothers had stopped and looked back at him, while motioning with their hands to finally follow them, before stepping into the water running across the road. Brad felt an impulse deep inside him to stay right with the brothers and reached down into his shorts to shift his hard throbbing cock into a vertical position, before walking briskly up to the brothers and then stepped into the water right between them.

“Just hold onto us any way you like." One brother encouraged him.

“We don't mind a little stuff on our skin." The other one assured him.

Brad then proceeded to push onward into the deeper water and watched as his jeep was pulled completely clear of it on the other side of the submerged dip. He at first had his arms straight out across the brother's backs and rested his hands at the ribs, but then let them slip on down and stop at the ass cheeks. All three just chuckled lightly and kept walking. It seemed like the two brothers flanking him were in no hurry to get across and he honestly felt no motivation to change the pace. They just kept walking and watching, as the jeep was stopped and the sound of log chains being moved around a lot echoed dully through the haze of the pouring rain. After hearing loud rattling from the chains being tossed into the truck bed, Brad could faintly see Luther and Jacob standing very close to each other and seemed to be discussing something. Jacob then looked his direction and waved.

“Luther and I will take the truck and jeep on toward the cabin. You guys go ahead and catch up at your own pace, then get cleaned up once you are at the cabin!" Jacob yelled through the rain.

“You sure you don't need me for anything?!" Brad inquired back with same raised voice.

“Positive!"

Brad then saw the other two brothers give Jacob a pat on the shoulder and walk past him towards the water. Luther was then seen getting into the truck and saw it fade into the facade of the pouring rain. As the two additional brothers got closer, he looked in between them and could swear he saw the distinct movement of Jacob completely removing his clothes, before getting into the jeep and driving away after the truck. His eyes then quickly moved back to the two brothers standing a lot closer to him at the edge of the water. They were specifically drawn to the sight of two hard dripping cocks bobbing in front of the siblings in the pouring rain. At this distance and moving through the deepest part of the submerged road, the men's shafts looked to be at just the right height for his mouth. Brad felt his cock throb some more in his shorts and licked his lips.

Something deep inside him wanted to be out of the water and on his knees in front of them, while stroking their beer can thick shafts and sucking down every drop of what was likely syrup flavored precum. Brad then felt the water's presence begin to creep down his legs, as him and the two flanking brothers began walking up the other side of the dip. A quick glance down and to the sides showed that their cocks were still hard, while bobbing and dripping themselves. Something deep inside him then knew that the five of them were not going to the cabin right away. By the time he was far enough out of the water, to have it just above his ankles, He felt large hands brush across his open shirt and he stopped walking. They gave his arms a signaling nudge to lower out of the way, as they slid his shirt off. As soon as felt the last of the fabric leave his skin, he felt the hands move to his belt and unfasten it and then felt them slide down his legs. His hard throbbing cock sprang to life and pointed out away from his body, as the shorts were then slipped past each raised foot.

“Time for you to be officially welcomed into the deep swamp." One of the brothers next to him invited. “These other two are Timothy and Sawyer. They were born identical twins. My name is Drake and my other younger brother is Thomas."

Brad then got a tap on his ass cheeks, as encouragement to walk on out of the water and up to the twins. Neither one was as fuzzy across their body as the older brothers, but they already had a thin beard growing on their faces.

“Welcome to our home." One twin invited and reached out with his hands to cup Brad's head, before pulling it into a brief passionate kiss.

“We look forward to showing you just how good you can feel." The other twin added and guided Brad's head over to him for the same kiss.

Both of them moved and surrounded the man, then began sensually rubbing their hands all over him and used their mouths to briefly worship select spots all over his body. He looked back at the other two brothers and saw them simply stand in the water, as they began slowing stroking their dripping cocks. Brad quickly lost track of which parts of him had not been touched by either mouth or hand and began moaning with approval of the attention. Every so often a mouth would find his own for another quick passionate kiss, before moving onto another part of his body. He felt noses linger at his arm pits and then at his crotch, before moving around to his ass. Every so often, the twins would simply keep him sandwiched between their bigger bodies and keep his mouth busy with tongues that eagerly plunged inside of it. Everywhere the throbbing cocks rubbed against him, would begin to tingle mildly and feel warm. He could feel himself begin to slip into a lust fueled fog and couldn't decide which of the two cocks he wanted inside him first.

The intense sensual touching session soon let up, as he saw one of the twins being handed his shirt and then was led over to a nearby large fallen tree with moss on it. The shirt was draped flat over it near the severed end by the twin and was patted with a hand, as invitation to go there next. Once he was in front of the spot, one of the twins moved behind him and pushed on his back as a signal to bend over. He then felt the man's bearded face and hands make contact with his ass cheeks, before spreading them apart and plunging a warm tongue all the way in to his puckered anal entrance. The other twin walked around the tree and then brought his dripping cock right up to Brad's face. No words needed to be spoken, as he opened his mouth and welcomed the exposed head of the throbbing shaft. The tongue that made contact with his exposed hole, began moving all around it and occasionally focusing on the select spot towards his balls, eliciting moans of approval around the cock in his mouth.

Brad felt a large hand on both his head and back, begin rubbing him sensually and encouraging him to completely loose himself in the moment. He took one more sideways glance at the two brothers and saw that one was already inside the other one, while he slowly fucked him and both watched the sexual display unfold. The twin that was rimming him then gripped Brad's ass cheeks and gave him a nudge as direction to roll over, while the other one briefly pulled his cock out of the mouth and waited to see what was next. The squatting one doing the rimming then began moaning and stroking himself, while using his other hand to push the feet up on the shirt.

“Just lay there and relax. We want to get you a little stretched before actually going in you. Otherwise, it would really hurt." The standing twin advised him and smiled warmly.

He then felt a hand thoroughly soaked with precum begin probing around his exposed anal entrance and inserted two fingers. Just like select parts of his outside body, the inside of his anal cavity began to slightly tingle and warm up everywhere the probing fingers touched. He could also feel his anal muscle ring begin to relax and allow the fingers to wiggle around more, before plunging into him deeper and eventually found his prostate. The moment they began stroking it, brad opened his mouth to moan loudly. His mouth was soon filled with the standing twin's cock and found he was able to suck on it a little easier this time, as the twin moved to hover over Brad's body and then completely swallowed the man's cock all the way to the base. He then proceeded to begin sucking and didn't let up, motivating Brad to continue sucking on the beer can thick cock like a hungry nursing baby. He quickly raised his hands to the twin's ass cheeks and began massaging them sensually, encouraging a response in the form of a lot more of the syrup tasting precum to spill out over the tongue and down his throat. Brad greedily began swallowing and taking everything he was given by the exceptional producing cock, while also moaning in approval of feeling a third finger now entering his ass with no pain.

The other two older brothers moved in right next to Brad and resumed their private breeding session, as the one being fucked took what was leaking out of his cock and rubbed it across Brad's exposed reachable skin, knowing that it would soak through the surface and push the man deeper into the lust fog. Brad then felt the fingers leave his anal cavity and felt a pair of hands lift his feet up to rest against the ass cheeks, with his legs wrapped around the waste. He then felt the dripping blunt head of the cock push against the pulsing anal entrance and then slowly push on inside of him. The twin was right. He could easily tell that the cock going inside of him was quite a bit thicker than any other cock before, but it was not hurting and actually felt good. It then felt better when the cock touched and stopped at his prostate. Brad couldn't help but wiggle his hips a little on reflex, wanting it to go further. He then felt it glide on over that special spot inside him and then stop, before pulling back across it and stopping again. The twin then kept repeating the motion as a persistent fucking rhythm, stimulating Brad to finally release his load into the other twins mouth, that continued to keep all of his cock inside it and sucked everything he had to offer.

The man returned the sentiment and sucked on the beer can cock head in his mouth with as much enthusiasm as possible and was rewarded with a steady and much stronger flow of the precum. He briefly tried to logically reason how this was possible and ponder if maybe this was normal for a select few men. At least he didn't taste any blood and thus no damage was obviously being done. The influence of what he was taking into his body was however working on his mind rapidly and just as quickly as he pondered the question about the situation, it was gone and all he could thinking about was getting more of the sweet syrup tasting stuff inside him. The influence was so strong that he barely protested through the over sensitivity phase, as the one twin continued sucking on a cock that was somehow remaining hard and continued to throb with the need of release. Brad then felt the cock thrusting inside him start to go a little deeper with each plunge and could feel that familiar strong urge to cum quickly manifest in his lust fogged mind again. He could feel the increased presence of the sex syrup inside his anal cavity and noticed the ambient warmth had now consumed his entire lower body. The man really wanted to come again and for it to last longer this time. He soon got his desire as the second orgasm crashed through his body and whatever remaining logical thought structure was left at his disposal, fell apart and melted in the massive tide of pure lust flooding through his mind.

Brad moaned audibly around the cock he was nursing, as the most powerful load he ever felt flowed through his cock and ejected right into the mouth of the nursing twin. This orgasm felt a little different and had any of his logical thinking still been intact, it would have suggested that this should not be happening and something was possibly wrong with him. The flow of his orgasm did not surge in waves this time, but steadily flowed like piss… but with a denser feel to it. The man now didn't want to be anywhere else but under this other person, continuing to suck and cum forever.

The older two brothers had already finished with their breeding session and now stood on both sides of the fallen tree, occasionally exchanging a lingering passionate kiss with the twin breeding Brad and giving both twins encouraging sensual rubs all over their bodies. All five individuals jointly became a slowly animated biological sculpture of pleasure, with Brad and the one twin being the stationary stable component. The other three took up the role of breeding the ranger and filling him on rotation, keeping him filled with the syrup that was shared from cock to mouth. A logical thinking mind would say that this continuous flow was impossible. Yet Brad's stimulated body found a way to take in the special substance from his mouth and deliver it back out of his throbbing shaft. The twin in turn would take in the syrup and release it through his cock back to Brad. Eventually the flow of the syrup slowed down and stopped, before the twin raised himself up off Brad and then helped the lust drugged man himself up to a sitting position. All four brothers then collectively hugged and rubbed him everywhere sensually, as gratitude for him participating in the bonding moment. Eventually logic structure slowly returned to his thoughts and he finally spoke.

“Wow. That was some welcome. What was the special occasion?"

“No special occasion. Every man of interest and importance to us gets the same treatment." The obviously oldest sibling Drake assured him and then gave Brad a long passionate kiss. “Now let's get you to your feet and to the house, before pop comes looking for us."

The other older sibling Thomas took it on himself to carry the clothes, while Drake helped with keeping the ranger steady along the muddy road. The twins hung back a little and exchanged a whispered conversation among themselves, one likely structured around what both of them just did together. Drake and Thomas took it on themselves to engage Brad's logical thinking by starting a conversation that let them get to know the new ranger better. Halfway back to the house, the man demonstrated he was finally able to walk stable on his feet all by himself and was engaging back with the older siblings quite actively. Eventually the conversation detoured into sexual territory, with a brief history on the special relationship that developed between their father and them. This then lead to discussion about one of the swamp's own little secrets and the role it played in helping to forge that special relationship itself.

“Wait. So you are telling me there are men or rather alligators that live here and are something like werewolves… but alligators instead?" Brad asked and had them stop just when the cabin had become visible within the pouring rain.

“They are definitely real and gave all five of us the special gift the twins just dumped in both your ass and mouth. It changes a man and opens his mind, as he takes more inside him." Thomas explained “It eventually changes the body too." He adds and gestures by hefting his impressively sized balls and partially hard cock.

“So what else gets changed, if these man gators…"

“..just gators. They prefer that." Drake politely interrupts.

“Right...just gators." Brad repeats. “So if these gators keeps basically fucking a man. What else changes about him? Does he become a much better swimmer? Become cold blooded too?"

“How about we just show you." Thomas invites and points towards the twins that had already become barely visible, after walking past them towards the house. “Maybe a shower first." All three briefly look up and down at each other, then snickered.

“Well. A proper shower." Drake comments, before they resumed walking.

“I am guessing you guys plan on actually introducing me to these gators?" Brad asks, just as they catch up to the twins, but gets no verbal answer back.

He notices that they are simply standing in the rain and stroking fully erect dripping cocks, while looking ahead of them through a darkened rectangular void in the side of the cabin. As all three walked closer to them, that familiar sweet maple scent flowed right into Brad's nose and triggered his partially flaccid cock to stir a little. The twins looked in his direction and bobbed their heads in gesture to keep coming closer, while continuing to slowly stroke their cocks.

“Get ready for your next amazing surprise." Thomas leaned in and told Brad.

“It will be shocking at first, but then you will quickly start to like what you see." Drake added after he leaned in and reached over to give the ranger's cock a sensual stroke.

“I guess pop couldn't wait for us..." Timothy started.

“...and wanted to get started." Sawyer finished then reached an arm out, gesturing for Brad to step on up next to him.

The ranger once again found himself being maneuvered around to be between the twins and then was directed with two outstretched arms to look into the dark void, that was actually a wide opening of a rather large walled off concrete section connected to the back of the cabin. The walls themselves were of normal ceiling height, with the open top covered by a sloping extension of the cabin roof over it. The space above the walls was left completely open. Brad wasn't sure how far back the walled off area extended along the cabin, but it looked to be half the width of the large cabin itself. He squinted his eyes a little and could tell the dark interior was faintly lit. His ears then heard a couple curious sounds cut through that of the pouring rain around him and hitting the shingled roof. One of them sounded like someone spilling something dense, thick and sloppy on the floor. Another was like a deep guttural rumble that was familiar to his ears. He then spotted faint signs of two objects floating in the dimness of the room, that caught whatever faint light was inside it, and glowed a dull amber color.

The twins then moved in close against him again, as his mind began racing with conflicting thoughts about what was inside the dim outside room. Past experience and instincts told him there was definitely an alligator connected to those floating objects, but they were too far off the ground. This lead to the conflicting thoughts of recalling everything he was recently told by Luther's sons and his rapidly building arousal being triggered by the alluring scent he kept sucking in through his nostrils. The man was at a loss what to do next, but soon received help with resolving the conflict. He felt many hands begin sensually rubbing his body all over, as his cock began to throb hard enough to make it bob and occasionally slap against his belly. A lubed hand then gripped and began slowly stroking it, before feeling soft polite nudges to walk forward towards the dim interior.

“Don't be nervous." One advised him.

“This is a safe place." The other assured him.

“We are not going anywhere." Drake informed him.

“Just let us guide you." Thomas adds.

Brad eventually walked far enough to step inside the enclosed area and no longer had any heavy rain obscuring his view. The sweet maple scent was very strong within the dim interior and was quickly working on the logical thought structure inside his mind. Insatiable curiosity was winning over every impulse driven by survival instinct. He no longer saw this moment as walking into the den of a vicious predator, but an opportunity to finally come face to face with what the siblings told him about a very different kind of gator. Brad stopped briefly, as he felt the hands leave his body.

“We are still here." He heard the twins jointly assure him. “Go on. Say hello to pop."

What little light was filtering into the room from outside was drastically cut down, as the four siblings stood just inside right behind him and formed a living door. The ranger stood for a little longer, allowing his eyes to adjust to the greatly diminished illumination. Contrary to the appearance from outside, the interior was not black. It was a very dark green color instead and had old fashioned lanterns hanging around on wall hooks. Their flickering gave the room an aesthetic, that would make one in such an aroused mental state think the place had a pulse. One that seemed to match the throbbing of the man's cock. He moved his head around some more, as his adjusted eyes was finally able to pick up on more detail. The walls themselves were made of large tiles, like that in a shower. A look down confirmed his feet were touching the same color and type of floor as well. Brad then heard that sloppy sound again and raised his gaze to look at what was previously just a vague pale shape from outside. The ranger simply could not move, as profound shock and arousal seized him at the same time.

“Fuck me." He softly said to himself.

Jacob was standing right there in front of Brad and was bent over quite a bit, while also seeming to look right back at him in the eyes. In fact their eyes were at the same level and a quick glance down showed that the man was standing on some sort of raised platform. There was also some sort of dark colored hand rail that served as gripping support for whoever used it. The ranger then brought his eyes back up and looked the other one in the face a little longer. He knew that expression, from his own personal past experience of fucking men in the missionary position and seeing that same look on their face, as he consistently rubbed their prostate with his own thrusting cock. Jacob's expression with an open slack mouth seemed to somehow have more intensity to it and a quick hand wave confirmed that Brad was not being seen at all. Something inside him then motivated the man to raise his hands and cradle his fellow ranger's jaw with them. His nose breathed in more of the alluring smell, floating out of the open mouth, before he craned his head forward and locked lips with Jacob in a deep passionate kiss. He then felt a familiar sweet warm dense presence make contact with his tongue and then flow over it into his mouth, stimulating the ranger to close his eyes and begin swallowing the syrup gift.

Eventually he opened them again and pulled back to see how else Jacob was being affected by the breeding process and immediately noticed the man's belly was completely round and being gently cradled by huge black armored hands. The only sign his cock still existed beyond it, was a steady stream of the sex syrup itself running straight down onto the platform under him. The person that had initially walked into the dim room, that was uncertain about what would happen to him, no longer existed. A different Brad now stood there and greeted the massive black alligator head, that now lowered down to look him right in the eyes and emit a familiar rumble again. This time there was no fear. Learned knowledge told him what this distinct rumble meant and couldn't wait for being treated the same way by this massive horny breeding beast of swamp legend. The ranger reached up and stroked the slick rough surface at the end of the muzzle with both hands, like he was sensually stroking a lover's face, then let a warm smile spread across his own.

“Ny thuck toy." Came out of the opening jagged toothed mouth with no lips.

“Yes." Was the only response Brad's lust fueled mind could fabricate.

The armored muzzle lowered slightly and then tapped the ranger's chest.

“Ny thuck toy too."

The man simply nodded and patted the armored head, before it retracted and then pulled away almost out of sight into the dim lighting. It was then that Brad's fully adjusted eyes noticed that not all of this gator beast's body was black. It's underside… or leathery front… was a dark gray color. His peripheral vision then saw two dark skinned shapes come into view next to Jacob and extended an arm to take over supporting the round belly, as the huge gator beast that was obviously Luther slowly stepped back. The ranger's ears heard the familiar wet sloppy sound of a cock being removed from a very used ass, before his nose was assaulted with a brief potent surge of the existing scent floating in the room. He quickly grabbed hold of the rail in front of him to remain steady on his feet, as the two siblings carefully guided the other thoroughly filled and used ranger off the platform.

“Your turn now." Brad heard a different and deeper voice behind him.

“Tot gets you thirst. Then he take our turn." Another equally deep voice follows.

Had any logical thought structure remained in the ranger's head at this point, it would have quickly reasoned that those two voices were likely two of the brothers. Which meant all four were likely gators just like their father. At this point, Brad did not care and desired nothing less than to be stuffed and plowed in much the same way he had done so many bears in sex clubs himself. The reality that maybe four more huge breeder gator beasts will likely join in on the fun made the man's jaw hang open on reflex and drool with anticipation of what that will likely feel like to him. Brad then felt two clawed armor hands gently grip his shoulders, then helped guide him around the railing and up on the platform. He was then turned to face the opening to the room and had to squint his eyes a little at the slight glare of the outside pouring through it. The ranger tilted his head down and moved his gaze away from the brighter lighting, to look beyond his bobbing cock at the movement beyond his spread legs.

“All yours tot." The sibling gators said and stepped to the side.

Brad heard the sound of more clawed feet move across the tile floor and guessed that the other two siblings had now changed and were ready for their turn at filling his ass with their excessive sex syrup load. He glanced up just in time to see a gray skinned leathery front come into view and then get very close, as a firm upward curved fleshy protrusion broke through the darker slit near his face. He felt a huge armored hand softly come down on his head and hold it in place, as the flesh quickly grew in size. It also looked like the piss slit was widening and splitting the underside of the curved cock, transforming it's overall form into that of a bent pink Lilly. Then just like the flower, a second fleshy protrusion then extended outward and quickly got firm, while curving downward into a hook form. Brad's nose then detected the familiar presence of the syrup, as it came up out of the opening in the strange looking phallus and followed the path of the fleshy hook, before dripping down onto the floor.

“Lick it thuck toy." The man was instructed, as the flesh was then pushed right into his face.

The ranger immediately opened his mouth and slathered his tongue all over the twitching protrusion, stimulating more of the syrup to come out and across his tongue. He got a familiar rumble of arousal as positive response he was doing the right thing with pleasing the gator sibling. Brad then felt to huge hands grip his hips, as leathery skin made contact with his ass cheeks and pushed into them. He paid little attention and kept licking, as the same slick fleshy tool then extended out and between his ass cheeks. It quickly found his anal entrance and pushed on inside him, as it began quickly increasing in size. Brad moaned in appreciation as the bent breeding tool glided across his prostate through a couple thrusts and then began pushing it's own fleshy protrusion against it on the following thrusts. Luther rumbled and began pushing deeper with each thrust, as the phallic flesh continued to grow in girth and even more so in length. It then made one more thrust and stopped, just as it touched the other special place inside Brad. The gator then lowered his head down level with one side of Brad's head and spoke softly into his ear.

“Just helax and let ne in."

Without even stopping the treatment he was giving the gator phallus in front of his face, Brad did what had been done a few times in the past when letting something go super deep inside him. Luther let out another rumble, as the second fleshy soft entrance into the man's gut relaxed and let him slide on into it. The slick flesh began profusely producing syrup to make the entry more pleasant and continued onward until the fleshy hook protrusion slid on through, stopping only when Brad felt two large slight bumps make contact with his stretched hole. He didn't have to be told anything and relaxed more, as they gradually pushed onward past his anal entrance, effectively plugging him much the same way a male dog plugs his breeding partner. Brad then felt a familiar warm dense presence then begin spilling directly into his guts, immediately warming him up from the inside. The combined sensations triggered the rangers cock to release it's load and had his logical thought structure still been intact, it would have thought it strange he was not actually cumming. Instead it was continuously releasing sex syrup that was still in his system right out of his own throbbing and bobbing cock. The warmth in his guts rapidly spread and soon consumed his entire lower body, as the syrup quickly filled him up and began expanding a belly that was now being gently cradled by Luther.

“Yes. Ny thuck toy."

The armored gator head then raised back up away from him, as the syrup flow being dumped into his guts increased more and quickly made his belly round with it's presence. Brad was quickly loosing both his sense of self and identity, along with his ability to control much of anything. His licking soon stopped, as his tongue then just laid limp in the bottom of his open slack mouth. Occasionally a burp would come out of him, as gas was pushed out and the syrup began making it's way towards his stomach. The man let out a couple more moans and burps, as his stomach initially gurgled in protest of the sex syrup invading it, then calmed down in acceptance of its presence. By the time the syrup had finished filling his stomach and begun rising up towards the ranger's mouth, Brad had now ceased to exist and was replaced with a mindless fuck toy.

“Okay tot. He is ready." The gator standing right in front of the ranger announced.

Luther rumbled again and then allowed the syrup to flow out of him at full strength, resulting in it climbing up the man's throat and then roll over his tongue out his open slack mouth in surging ripples. The ambient arousal inducing sweet scent in the room doubled in potency, stimulating the five gators to inhale it deeply. Although the rain made quite a bit of noise, one could still here the echo of the syrup from the man's mouth fall to the floor in dense globs. Nothing else in the world was desired by the ranger, as he surrendered his mind and body to being used like an extension of Luther's cock. After what one might guess to be half an hour, the gator reigned in control over his breeding instincts and stopped pumping his sex syrup load into the man. Drake walked around next to his father and extended a hand, to replace the existing one on the rounded syrup filled belly. The elder gator then slowly extracted his cock out of the well used ass. The exit making the expected very sloppy sound, as excess syrup surged out of the gaping opening. Both then moved in sync, as the father stepped aside and the son pushed himself right up against the man's ass. His own flesh was already emerging and slipped right on inside the warm inviting hole, then quickly began expanding in size. The Gator rumbled with approval, as he felt the finger like appendage glide across the pulsing prostate and then plunge into the syrup filled guts of the belly with the rest of his curved flesh. The syrup then flowed again and the surging ripples continued to roll out of the man's gaping mouth.

A couple hours had passed and the rain had since stopped, with signs of some sun breaking through the clouds outside. The air quickly became humid and served only to enhance the ambient arousal inducing scent inside the repurposed outdoor shower room. Jacob at this point was back to his old coherent self, after most of the syrup had drained out of him. He rubbed a belly that still bulged a little with the remaining stuff inside him and smiled to himself. The ranger was thinking of the big change that would soon happen with his own life, after being bred an excessive amount of times by Luther and his boys. He was looking forward to working with Brad in the swamp and making the man his own personal fuck toy and dedicated sex syrup drone. Jacob walked over in front of his fellow ranger and cradled the man's open slack mouth with both hands, before leaning forward and giving him a long passionate kiss. He moaned in response to the rippling syrup that rolled into his mouth and then swallowed it down his throat. Jacob then pulled away and straightened back up, before verbally making the anticipated life change for him and Brad official.

“I will very soon become a Gator myself and you deer boy will become my fuck toy."