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Zap... Zap... Zap... The old T.V in the living room kept buzzing and humming, as it switched channels. Gars idly sat on a creaky couch, tapping the remote as the T. V's light shone on his bare chest, the brown and bristle fur shining slightly as result as he scratched his stomach, his wavy tail flicking around in boredom before he stood up with a groan. Throwing the remote to the couch, Gars lifted his arms above his head and stretched, his toned and defined muscles momentarily showing through his fur. Walking to old, torn blinds Gars peeked outside, the setting sun greeting him as he creased his brow and allowed the blinds to fall back into place and fished a phone out of his black shorts.

Tapping it open, Gars looked at the time displayed on the cracked screen with a faint, albeit sadistic smile lifting the corners of his lips and set the phone aside as he took careful steps between discarded bottles of beer, dirty articles of clothing and old pizza boxes as he laid his eyes on a thick door, a heavy lockpad adorning it as he made his way to it. Gars looked up over the door to where a small crack in the wall was barely visible and reached up, pulling out a key hidden inside the crack and jamming it to the lock, letting it unlock and drop to the floor with a clatter as he shoved the heavy door open to reveal a worn down flight of wooden stairs, the paint chipped and peeling at the edges of each step.

Gars flipped a switch by the door as dim light flooded the basement, growing slightly brighter as the old lamp socketed in the ceiling struggled to light up the old torn down basement. Gars walked down the steps heavily, the stairs creaking in protest until he reached the bottom of the stairs and flicked a second switch, a second lamp sputtering to light, illuminating the torn down basement.

Huddled at the corner of the room and sleeping restlessly was a white and gray toned shark, his hands cuffed together and raised over his head to a ring embedded to the wall. A tattoo of spread wings on his cream colored chest and white, horned skull on his left arm shoulder. His legs were folded underneath, as his tail wrapped around his crotch to conceal his exposed privates from the chill of the basement and unwanted eyes. As light flooded the basement Shey was startled awake with a groan, opening his violet eyes slowly as they adjusted to the sudden flood of light which illuminated him, revealing his battered and bruised body. His eyes still adjusting, Shey lifted his head and laid eyes on Gars, flinching slightly as he saw him and elicited an amused chuckle from the latter. "Missed me, haven't you?" Gars teased Shey with a mocking voice, taking the foldable chair from underneath the stairs and sitting on it backwards, folding his arms on the back rest and staring at Shey intently, a faint smile playing on his lips again as he pulled thin bandages from a pocket and slowly wrapped it around his knuckles and his wrists tightly, the stained linen drawn taut.

Shey chose to stay quiet, meeting his gaze with a cold, unrelenting glare of his own. Gars kept staring, the faint smile never leaving his lips and chilling Shey deeply. Gars' smile widened and he stood up, pushing the chair aside; "You know, its been a while since I had an... enthusiastic sparring partner." Gars walked to a drawer under the stairs and took a key from there, striding to Shey and released the lock that secured the chains on his arms to the chain, but leaving his hands still bound to each other. Shey instantly tried to bolt away only to groan in pain as a sharp kick threw him back to the wall, knocking the breath out of him. Gars clicked his tongue in disapproval, crouching in front of the wheezing shark and grabbing his jaw painfully; "When I talk, you don't move. You don't reply. You only fucking listen." Gars' fingertips tightened further as he continued as if nothing happened.

"Well, no use mincing words here. You beat me, you're out. Pretty simple, isn't it?" Shey nodded slowly, pangs of pain flaring through his jaw as Gars released it and stood up, the smirk back to his lips as he stood up and took a few steps back, not giving Shey much room. Shey slowly stood up as well, his eyes plastered on Gars for any movement, the chains still on Shey's hands rattling as he shook them; "Will you take those off too?" Shey ask, his parched throat making his voice raspy. Gars shook his head amusedly and lunged forward, a fist aiming towards Shey's head.

Ducking underneath it, Shey was met with Gars' knee plunging to him, barely blocking it against his forarms as the momentum still brought Shey to slam against the wall again as he retaliated with straight kick of his own, shoving Gars away. Wasting no second Shey quickly rose to back up and kicked forward again, his tied arms not much use to strike against Gars, who simply stepped the kick aside and knocked Shey off his feet, not giving him a moment to recover as he kicked him in the ribs, causing Shey to cough wildly and spatter saliva on the concrete floor while wheezing. "Is that it? I don't think you really want out if thats all you're capable of!" Gars shoved Shey to his back, where he was panting heavily as he slowly pushed himself back up, sweat and dust covering his back from falling to the floor, as well as new bruises blooming on his already battered body.

Shey stepped forward slowly, arms raised to his chest as he postured low, his violet eyes glaring angrily and dashed forward with a growl, slamming with his shoulder to Gars who winced and in return drove his knee up to Shey's stomach again, only to be stopped by his forearms as Shey kicked Gars' leg in an attempt to force him out of balance as much to his surprise, Gars' leg didn't budge at all. A second later, Shey's head jerked sideways as a powerful fist connected with his jaw. A pained groaned escaped Shey's lips as he opted to kick Gars' knee instead, causing him to drop to one knee. Shey took this opportunity and lifted both his arms high and slammed them down together on Gars who effortlessly blocked it with his arms, clutched Shey's arms firmly with one hand as the latter tugged away to no avail.

Another powerful fist lodged itself in Shey's jaw, followed by a second to his stomach. Shey attempted to knee Gars only to be headbutted, losing his balance and dropping to his knee, as he was shoved roughly to his back by Gars who sat on his waist, still firmly holding his hands. Gars leaned down, pressing an elbow to Shey's throat and pressed on his windpipe, cutting away his breath.

As last resort Shey wrapped his tail around Gars and started attempting to pull him off, until Gars used his legs to pin down his tail rendering him unable to resist. Grinning maliciously, Gars increased the pressure on Shey's neck, causing the helpless shark to shudder and croak out "'No..." breathlessly. Gars' kept pressing down for a short while longer before removing his elbow, following by a long string of coughing and long, ragged breaths originating from the shark pinned to the floor.

"Whew... That was fucking GOOD!" Gars yelled, wiping sweat from his brow on the back of his hand, letting go of Shey's arms who sagged breathlessly on the floor, still gulping mouthfuls of air. "You still alive?" Gars jabbed a finger at Shey's ribs, making him flinch as a dagger of pain shot up and writhed under Gars uncomfortably and only making him dig deeper with his finger until Shey yelped in pain under Gars, his sadistic smile resurfacing as he stood up and stepped over Shey, looming over him with his arms closed.

Shey's panting breath slowly subsided as he stayed laying down, concerned he'll provoke Gars further. "Get up, meatbag." Gars prodded Shey with his foot, looking down on him with his sadistic smile still present. Shey pushed himself up with shaky arms, slowly standing on his leg as a wave of dizziness washed over him, almost falling back down. "Do you know how to massage?" Gars' voice seemed to boom over Shey, who tilted his head in dazed confusion; Do I...what?" Shey mumbled half incoherently. A sharp sting suddely bloomed before his head strongly jerked to the side as Gars slapped him, stumbling a step to the side from the strength behind his hand. "I warned you already. You. Don't. Reply. To. Me!" Gars uttered every syllable slowly, his tail flicking behind him angrily.

Gars grabbed the chains on Shey's wrists and dragged him to a stained mattress laying on the floor, opposite from where Shey was originally secured to and laid down, forcing Shey to kneel as he didn't let go. "Massage me, shark. Do a bad job and I'll break an arm." Waving his hand dismissively Gars let go of the chains, motioning to his back and glaring expectantly. Reluctantly, Shey reached down to Gars' muscled back with both his hands and started massaging his shoulders hesitantly, barely adding any pressure. Shey flinched as Gars' tail flicked at him, accompanied by a growl. "Do it right."

Shey sighed, leaning down on his hands and started properly massaging Gars' back, his muscles slightly rippling under his touch as Shey did circular motions on his back, digging his fingers slightly in as well, moving his hands slowly to other parts of Gars' back. A relieved groan escaped Gars' lips as Shey's hands kneading his back relieved him of sore muscles and stiff back, allowing Shey to momentarily relax as well, knowing that if he continues he'll be safe from another 'spar', so he tried to satisfy Gars' odd request. As Shey reached Gars' lower back and base of his tail he growled in an almost purring tone; "Legs too, and don't touch the tail." Helpless, Shey could only shift further down to knead his thighs and calfs one at a time, as Gars' tail waved slighty as Shey finished, shifting back uncomfortably. Gars pushed himself up and sat on the mattress, stretching his arms above his head and rolled his shoulders in satisfaction. "You're pretty good at giving massages, shark. Guess you're not useless after all." Gars' sneering voice gave Shey goosebumps as he stayed in place, not replying.

"Now, only one thing's left for you to help me with, shark." Gars' arm darted forward and grabbed Shey again, dragging him to the mattress and pushing him against the wall, his head pressed against it strongly with one arm. From the corner of his eye, Shey could vaguely see Gars pulling his shorts off and throwing them aside, his cock already hard on. Panicking, Shey started struggling and pushing against the wall, only to be pulled away and slammed back to it forcefully as Gars spat on his hand and stroked himself with it, wiping the excess spit on Shey's dorsal fin dismissively.

"Stop struggling, shithead. Its coming whenever you like it or not." Gars growled angrily, positioning himself as Shey closed his legs in defiance "HEY! Don't you dare!" Shey yelled out, only to have his head smashed against the wall twice. "Shut up." Gars forcefully spread Shey's legs again, preventing him from closing them back by planting his own legs between Shey's, positioning himself and spitting on his cock again as Gars prodded against the shark's tailhole, forcing himself in violently. "Argh!" Shey croaked out through gritted teeth, tears welling in his eyes as Gars pushed himself in uninvited as an intense burning sensation washed over Shey, accompanied by pain as Gars' endowed girth pushed further in to Shey's ass only to pull out completely and slam back in, accompanied by a whimper from Shey. "Hush now, boy." Gars' growl was filled with lust as he began ramming himself in as he clamped Shey's mouth shut with his hand, stifling Shey's pained groans and kept thrusting relentlessly.

A short while later, Gars pulled out completely, leaning back to sit down on the mattress before pulling Shey to his lap, forcing him to sit in his lap as he thrust back in, eliciting a stifled whimper from Shey who attempted keeping silent to prevent Gars from hearing it and failing. Smiling maliciously, Gars started pounding away relentlessly, as he wrapped his arms around Shey's chest and the other resting on his waist, pressing him down as he came close to climaxing. His arms tightening on Shey's chest and waist, Gars thrust in as deep as he could violently as he came, shooting his load inside Shey. Shoving Shey aside and letting him fall on the mattress, Gars secured the shark's arms to a ring at the base of the wall as the latter shivered visibly, faint traces of tear streaks on his face. "Be glad, you earned the right to sleep on the mattress." Gars' deep voice was slightly softer than usual as he spoke, silence his only reply. Picking up his discarded shorts, Gats climbed up the stairs and turned off the switch, closing the heavy door behind him. Only after Shey heard the door lock, he allowed a stifled sob to escape his lips as fresh tears slid down his cheeks, dropping to the mattress