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“Call.”

“Call.”

“Fold.”

“Ugh, same.”

All eyes turned towards the fifth of the table. A lean, mean, oceanic machine, a mako shark dressed smartly, a nice vest and undershirt and nice trousers, with an impossible-to-read expression on his sharp face. There was dead silence for seconds on end, until finally the last voice joined in. “Raise $50.”

“GOD DAMMIT, DAMON.” A parrot slapped down his cards in anger - a rather vocal indirect statement that he was folding. “You have to be cheating, I swear to heaven.”

“Easy, Troy.” A human, the only other contender, also surrendered his cards. “Least you didn’t get in any further.”

“Shut up, Josh, you’re not helping.”

“With a poker face like that, how do you ever win anything?” Bruce, the buffalo to Josh’s right, shook his head. “Seriously, Troy, calm the hell down. It’s just the luck of the draw.”

“It’s NOT!” Troy said hotly. “He had shit cards three hands ago and still screwed us over!”

“It’s called bluffing, that’s what you do in poker.” Damon seemed unfazed by the blow-up, though perhaps he was just keeping his poker face on. “Don’t blame me that you got tripped up by my bet.” He turned his cards over, showing that this time his cards were in fact quite good.

“Can we just deal the next hand?” the last of the group, a snake, hissed in annoyance. “I don’t have much longer before I have to call it quits. You want to sit this one out, Troy?”

“NO, Les. I want to win something.”

“Well, you’re not getting any guarantees-”

“I KNOW.” Troy was still grumbling as Josh drew up the cards and shuffled them. Just another poker night...they’d been doing this almost a year now, once a month, the five block neighbors getting together at one of their houses to lay some money on the line. It usually wasn’t an immense amount, but enough to make all of them sweat a bit - a $50 raise was a pretty hefty bid, but not unheard of. They were playing Hold ‘Em, which was fairly popular thanks to being on certain sports channels - that was how Bruce had gotten the idea. In general, a good time for all...with one caveat.

That being, one of them was a HELL of a player.

Damon hadn’t let on, of course, not wanting to dissuade anyone from partaking in what was one of HIS favorite pastimes ever. He hadn’t told them that he’d won nearly half a million playing poker in local and regional tournaments, nor that he had considered going professional at one point before deciding that steady income was better than gambling as a career. He hadn’t told them, but it became pretty evident rather quickly when he cleaned up the first poker night...and then the second. He’d deliberately played soft more often since then, not wanting to get anyone too frustrated to continue, but he liked to slip into pro mode every now and then to keep them on their toes and remind them who the REAL poker master was.

He was up on the night, as was Josh. Troy was down big, which was probably more why he was irritated than anything. Bruce and Les were each down but only slightly, they had been sitting out of a lot of hands tonight due to sheer bad luck. That happened some nights - even Damon knew that his fate was much in the hands of chance, and the previous poker night had offered little of that. He was getting some bangers tonight, though, and he was making the most of them.

The next couple hands, though, he played off a bit. He had a sense that something was going to happen, it was just one of those feelings that came about, and he wanted to be ready for it. A quick fold for him left Bruce and Josh as the remaining pair in the next hand, which Bruce won with a full house to Josh’s two pair, much to the human’s chagrin as he had been banking on a good draw. Troy won the next hand, though winning by default didn’t seem to mollify him - his overeager bid had quickly driven everyone else out. Troy was everything Damon wasn’t when it came to poker, way too expressive and easy to read - why he was so eager to play when he usually ended up losing money was beyond him.

“Last round of the night, guys, I’ve got to get to bed soon,” Les said as he dealt them out. “Make it a good one.”

“Maybe if you all won’t wuss out,” griped Troy.

“Don’t raise $200 if you want any of us to think we have a chance,” Damon said with a smirk.

“You raised $50!”

“I didn’t want you to think you had a chance. This is why I’m the card shark and you’re not.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Troy threw his hands up. “I can’t deal with this guy.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be ‘card SHARP?’” asked Bruce.

“They both mean the same thing, more or less,” Josh chimed in. “I looked it up after the last time he threw out that corny line.”

“If you say so. All right, let’s see…” the cards were dealt out, antes were in, and they all took a look. Damon only took a quick glance at his cards, making more of a point of checking out the expressions. Troy looked irritated, so he knew the parrot was probably bowing out. Les and Bruce had gotten better at poker faces, but slight motions suggested they weren’t carrying anything special. Josh was the one who had the unexpected flicker of surprise - that was worth watching.

Les turned the flop - ace of clubs, ten of clubs, four of hearts. Damon was first to bid on that. “$25.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” Another implied fold from Troy, who smacked his cards down.

Josh spent a good bit of time thinking...or, as Damon more suspected, milking. More and more he got the impression that Josh was sitting on something big. That was confirmed when he spoke up. “Raise to $100.”

“Jesus, Josh.” Bruce shook his head and tossed his cards in. “Got a hand then?”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna try competing with that,” agreed Les. “You out, Damon?”

Damon thought for a moment, then threw in his chips. “Call.”

“Seriously?!” Troy exclaimed.

“I don’t make joke bets. The turn, Les?”

Les snapped out of his shock at the call, and flipped the turn. Jack of clubs. Damon contemplated, then decided to go big. “$150.”

“Dude…” Bruce gaped a bit. “This was supposed to be friendly.”

“I didn’t start the three-figure numbers. Josh?”

Josh looked like he was struggling, a little bit too expressive for his own good. But then he looked up at Damon, square in the shark’s eye. “All in.”

“Really.” Damon allowed himself a bit of private surprise. “You trying to break me, or just make a statement?”

“You’ve gotten plenty out of me over these nights, it’s my turn,” replied to human confidently. “Put your pot in or step out.”

“You realize you’ve got not even half the bank I do, I don’t have to put my whole pot in if you go all in, right?”

“Sure, by technical rules, but I wanna see you actually lay it all out. I wanna be able to say I bankrupted the poker champ on one night.”

That wasn’t something typical for Josh, which made Damon think there was something else behind it. To lay himself out like that meant something, he’d have to figure out what. “Well then...I’ll put my whole pot in if you put yourself in with yours.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’re wagering yourself, since you don’t have enough money to match me. What that’ll mean, we’ll talk about later. Either you agree and we continue, or you pull back and fold, and I’ll be a kind guy and let you retract your all-in money.”

Josh didn’t break his gaze. “Fine. I’m in.”

“Very well, then. Les? We need a river.”

“What the hell is going on?” Les muttered as he turned the river card. Ace of hearts.

Josh let out a whoop, and turned over his cards with a flourish. Ace of spades, ace of diamonds. “Ha haaaah! Check ‘em out, card shark! How’s that taste?”

“I’m sure it tastes quite nice.” Damon allowed himself a subtle victory grin as he flipped over his king-queen of clubs. “Not quite as nice as a royal flush, though, that’s got a pretty sublime taste that not everyone gets the chance to enjoy.”

Josh’s jaw dropped, eyes bugging out at what he was seeing. Just like that, his moment of triumph had been completely dashed - one of the most powerful hands he’d ever had beaten out by the ultimate in poker. He sank back into his seat, hands on his head, more numb at the shock of losing on such a high hand than the money at the immediate moment. Damon had seen that look before - he’d HAD that look before, sometimes you just got too high an expectation of victory.

“You...you already knew you’d won before you pushed him into that bet!” protested Troy.

“He was the one who wanted to try to take my whole bank. Not my problem if that was his design. I’m not gonna tell him I’ve already assured my win before the hand’s done.”

“You’re not planning anything bad, are you?” asked Bruce.

“Not at all, I promise. Let’s get cleaned up here, shall we? We don’t want to keep Les up too late…”

——

It wasn’t until Damon took his arm and drew him towards the shark’s house that Josh started to really realize the hole he’d dug himself into. He’d wanted to score a big win...now HE was part of the winnings. And he didn’t know what was in store for him in the slightest, only Damon did. And the shark had plans, for sure…

“All right, Josh...let’s hear it.” Damon was assertive but not nasty. “That was a reach for you from the start, even if I didn’t have king-queen you were laying it all in on three aces. I’d expect you to bid on that, but $100? You had something else in mind.”

“I...uh…”

“Come on, you can tell me. I know you weren’t doing it for pride - that’s never been your thing.”

Josh sighed. “Fine...my car. I had to bring it into the shop...there’s transmission trouble. It’s stupid expensive, and...well, I thought I had a shot to get a big chunk of money to offset some of that. Without it...well, I haven’t exactly been able to build up a ton of savings, and that would come close to wiping it out. I know it was a long shot, but I just...felt it, you know? I guess I just didn’t feel your royal flush.”

Damon patted Josh on the back. “I get it. An extra chunk of money when you’re finding expenses coming home, that’s a huge difference. But why didn’t you say something to anyone? We could’ve chipped in to help you out, we did for Les’s bike.”

“Yeah, but that was, what, $350? This one’s $1600. And I’m getting a DEAL on it.”

“Ouch. Yeah, I guess that would be a bit of an ask. Well, look, you know I’m not hurting for money, and I certainly wouldn’t want to add to your burden for the sake of my own enjoyment. So here’s the deal: as far as I’m concerned, you’re my winnings. Once I’m done with you, the pot’s yours, including my whole bank for the night. That’ll put you up eight hundred or thereabouts, which should help you with that.”

Josh looked up at Damon. “You...you mean it?”

“Absolutely! It’s no skin off my back, and I’m happy to help out a friend. Of course, that’s contingent on you fulfilling your end of the bargain, but I have no worries, I’m sure you’ll be good for it.”

“Ah...well, I’ll, uh, certainly be trying. Uh...what, exactly, is this ‘my end of the bargain’ going to entail?”

Damon gave him a wide, toothy grin that immediately made Josh unnerved - the shark usually made a point of not showing his teeth when trying to put someone at ease. “Oh, you’ll see. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise now...just know that until the clock strikes midnight of Monday morning, you’ll be doing exactly as I say. Got it?”

There wasn’t much point in saying no now. Josh nodded, swallowing nervously, and hoped that it wasn’t going to be anything TOO crazy.

——

He was not prepared.

They all traded off going to different houses for poker nights, so Josh knew their houses a little bit, but not completely. Mostly he knew the environments. His was a little cluttered, a bachelor pad that he made efforts to tidy up here and there but was never going to look like new. Troy’s was worse, the parrot was undoubtedly the messiest of the bunch, and he didn’t seem to care much about making it look good at all when he hosted. Les’s place was much nicer, partly because it wasn’t his role alone - his wife and he shared cleaning duties, and from the sound of it never let it get too bad. Bruce kept the spots for poker night fairly well-kept, but by his own admission other rooms in the house were kind of ghastly - but for a guy that routinely worked long hours and had some grungy hobbies, it was a bit understandable. Damon’s place might have been the nicest of the bunch, but it wasn’t by his hand - he had housekeeping services come in to take care of most of the general cleaning duties. They didn’t tend to go wandering around a lot, the room they played poker in, the kitchen, and the bathroom were mostly what they were all familiar with, and Josh hadn’t really made effort to pry beyond that.

So of course he was entirely unaware of Damon’s sex dungeon.

He’d scarcely closed the door behind him before Damon rounded on him with another toothy grin. “Best take off your shoes...and the rest of everything you’re wearing.”

“Eh? Wh-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t worry, I’ll keep ‘em safe until we’re done.”

That wasn’t Josh’s primary concern - it was more the actual demand that was being made. But his deal was clear, do exactly as Damon said. He had to comply if he wanted the shark to keep up his end of their bargain - and if he didn’t, who was to say there wouldn’t be something even more sketchy in mind? So off came his clothes, somewhat reluctantly but with obvious intent to comply. They weren’t exactly nice clothes, a plain blue T-shirt and jean shorts, not at all like Damon’s smart get-up, but the shark was the odd one out there. More and more of himself was revealed to Damon...not exactly much to show, if Josh was being honest, he wasn’t exactly a picture of fitness with his desk job and rather sedentary lifestyle. Not exactly fat, but with a bit of paunch in his midsection, and arms and legs that fell short of robustly muscular. And as his briefs came down, another less than impressive part of himself was made visible...well, less than impressive in Josh’s view anyway, he definitely wasn’t hanging heavy. He was pretty sure he was the smallest of their group of friends in that department, though he’d never asked to see - examples of what he might have found were easy to find in his search history, though. Josh had thought he was the only one of their group inclined in any way towards males, either exclusively or as an option.

For obvious reasons, he was starting to rethink that.

He’d noticed Damon had stripped as well…the shark’s body wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to him, he’d been to a few pool parties at the shark’s place and had always admired that figure. Damon was tall but not particularly broad, but he had a sleek, toned from that clearly spoke of a good bit of time keeping himself in shape, the kind of figure Josh envied but knew he never had the time or energy to try to cultivate in himself. He’d never seen Damon fully nude, though…it was odd how much different a tight speedo made, even when the shark’s endowment wasn’t readily visible, though his slit certainly wasn’t terribly hidden. No, there were no doubts about the nature of what he was going to be doing for Damon, not in the slightest…only questions about what flavor it was going to take.

Damon led him down into his basement, through a locked door and into a room that was dimly-lit even when the lights were on. A rack of some sort was the centerpiece of the room, though it wasn’t quite dead center, being situated more towards the back. There were a bunch of different types of toys and things either hanging or placed on shelves on the walls, as well as some cabinets which certainly might have been holding more…the array of objects was hard for him to process, there were gags and belts and whips and objects for insertion and things he didn’t even recognize. Any of it might have been used on him, and he had effectively surrendered his right to refuse any of it…would Damon push anything on him that he wouldn’t like? Damon wasn’t a nasty person in his experience, but Josh knew that when it came to sexual thrills, someone could become almost a different person…

He was so preoccupied that he didn’t even notice what Damon was doing until the shark clacked his tongue to get the human’s attention. In Damon’s hands was a collar, and there was no question where it was supposed to go…flushing, Josk offered his neck, and the grinning fish buckled it onto him. There was a spot for a leash to hook onto on the front, and that was next to come, the leash retrieved from one of the hooks on the walls and attached to the collar. Damon wrapped the leash so it was taut, not yanking but tense enough that it would be easy to direct Josh as he pleased. Those flashing teeth sent a bit of a shiver through Josh as he looked the human dead in the eyes. “On your knees, bitch.”

There was no question about compliance, no protest about the label - whatever Damon wanted to call him, he would just have to take. He sank to his knees, facing down what Damon had to offer him…and it was a lot, for sure. Two shafts with fairly thick girths, though tapering to a point from about halfway up the daunting lengths. A single one was thicker and longer than everything Josh could offer, giving his sense of inadequacy another bump. There was a mildly fishy scent coming off of them, mingled with a musky tang that Josh had a mild familiarity with, though not much. “Pick one and start sucking. Go as deep as you feel comfortable, but don’t stop until you’re tasting my seed.”

A simple command, and he wasn’t about to disobey. It was just easier for him to go to his right, opening his mouth licking that half of Damon’s endowment a bit tentatively. He wasn’t a virgin, though he wouldn’t have trouble counting his experiences with others on two hands; still, it was the atmosphere that had him feeling like a novice all over again, that mild sense of overwhelming that was pervasive in this dim room. Still, as he got adjusted to that salty taste, he found it certainly not so bad; some people had musk and taste so strong that he couldn’t handle them, but Damon’s was relatively tame, easy enough for his senses to handle.

Soon Josh was getting a bit more into the groove, his lips wrapped around that one cock, guided into him with his right hand while his left attended to the other, making sure it wasn’t left out. He was bobbing slowly, working it slightly deeper each time; he’d never been great at taking dicks to full depth, but Damon’s seemed well-suited for trying, the narrower part of the length would be easier on his throat. Damon wasn’t ordering him now, but Josh could hear content and eager growls and purrs coming from the shark above him, and that was probably the kind of thing he wanted to keep up. He could still feel the tension on the collar, though, Damon wasn’t pulling but he was keeping it taut, so that Josh would feel it whenever pulling back. In an odd way, there was a bit of comfort in the tension, like he could just…not worry about doing anything more than he was asked, could let Damon have the pressure of deciding how to proceed. Would that feeling stick around if he was more relieved of control? He wasn’t entirely sure…but he had a feeling he’d find out.

Faster and deeper, Josh started to let the tip of that cock breach his throat, repressing the gag fairly easily thanks to that point that slid in relatively unhindered. It thickened up the more he let in, but gradually enough that he wasn’t struggling too much with it. Though there were a few issues when the precut started to squirt out, making him have to be careful where the tip was when that happened, lest he get flooded with it…the salty stuff was drooling from Damon’s other cock, as well, and that was dribbling down onto his shoulder and back, making a fair mess of Josh. Almost like he was being marked by the shark as his property, in a way…he wondered how much of that and other messes he’d get on him before this weekend was done. Would he even get a chance to wash up before that collar was off?

“I’m close, bitch. Keep it up, you’re doing a nice job.” Josh forced other thoughts out of his head again and refocused on his task on the order of Damon. He wasn’t pulling off as far now, letting the tip stay in his throat to ensure the pre went straight down, delving as deep as he felt like he could. Which was pretty deep, he was getting almost all the way up to where his hand was wrapped around it, squeezing and massaging what parts of that shaft weren’t enveloped in his maw. His left hand was haphazardly fapping that free cock, he didn’t really know how ‘coupled’ the two were and if Damon was close with both or just one, but he figured he’d try at least to get both of them off. He could feel a bit of a pulse through the one in his mouth, it was almost time, he just had to be ready…

He almost wasn’t anyway, a throb caught his attention just a moment before he felt that spunk start to spurt from the shaft in his throat, the thicker fluid coursing down into his gullet and threatening to rush back up until he started to swallow vigorously. The other shaft started to shoot off as well, though the streams were weaker and tapered off more quickly than they did for the shaft of focus, though still making a fair bit of additional mess on him. Once the shots had attenuated a bit, Josh got comfortable enough to pull back and get the full taste of the shark’s seed, which was mostly the familiar salty taste with a hint of brininess and fishiness…he wouldn’t have called it his favorite flavor, but it certainly wasn’t making him gag or revolt, and he had no problem swallowing the rest of it down.

As he pulled away, he could see Damon grinning down at him toothily…that savage face was so intimidating, how different Damon was when he wasn’t reining it in. “Good pet. Wasn’t expecting you to take to the obedience that quickly, but that’s a point in your favor. Up, we’re moving on.”

Obediently, Josh rose, and Damon led him over to the rack, just about what Josh had expected. He was made to wait in place as Damon made some adjustments, sliding some panels into place and adjusting the position of some of the restraints; Josh got the impression that it was designed to hold someone in place either suspended face-down or on something like a table face-up, and it looked like he was going to be face-up. Probably so that Josh could see everything Damon was doing to him…it made him anxious, but it also was weirdly exciting in a way. This wasn’t stuff he’d really fantasized about, but he had to admit, it was turning him on more than he expected - which would definitely be a good thing if he had a full weekend of this sort of thing to look forward to.

A tug on his leash, and Josh dutifully stepped over to the table and laid down on his back, feeling some of Damon’s seed squish and spread as his back was placed against the thin padding. Damon took each of his limbs and strapped them into the restraints, testing their tightness and positioning and adjusting either if insufficient, a very clockwork process that spoke to Josh of ample practice…just how many people had been in his position before? Did Damon have guys over like this a lot? Did he pay them for the privilege? Did he win any of them in bets like he had Josh? All questions he had no answers to, may or may not ever get them...he couldn’t help but be curious about the shark’s proclivities, he’d never even imagined this side of Damon and part of him wanted to know a lot more. But for the moment, he would have to let that curiosity go unsated.

Damon stepped away for a moment after Josh was bound, returning with a gag that he strapped into the human’s mouth, making sure he couldn’t ask any of those many questions running through the human’s head. Now fully under the shark’s power, Josh could only watch as Damon stepped around, pausing to drag a nail along the underside of the human’s erection. “Heh heh…seems like someone’s enjoying himself. Betcha never thought you’d be doing something like this, did you? Don’t worry, I don’t do anything that leaves any permanent damage, but you’ll be feeling some of it for sure…but I’ll work you up to that, we’ll start easier for tonight.”

Josh appreciated that - Damon didn’t HAVE to do that, the fact that he was was purely to make sure Josh was at ease. But he still didn’t know what Damon had in mind…he could hardly see what the shark was doing, thanks to the poor lighting, but he grabbing a couple of things at least, nothing that he could clearly make out. Eventually, Damon came back over, and Josh could see a bottle filled with something and a thin rod of some sort with a ring at one end. It didn’t seem like that much, given what Josh had been seeing on the walls…maybe he was being started off REALLY easy.

He watched as the shark scooped a bit of something out of the bottle, and then rubbed it over one of Josh’s nipples - it felt slick and wet, maybe some kind of lube. It seemed like nothing until Damon was getting it over the other nipple, and Josh’s eyes widened as he felt a sudden building burn in the first. He let out a strained moan as the heat rose, it felt like it was on fire and the other was soon starting to feel the same way. It didn’t hurt much, but the sensation was so intense, it would hardly have felt less if an iron was against them, and he couldn’t help but squirm a little bit. Damon noticed this and snickered as he dipped the rod in the bottle. “Feeling it, pet? My own little special concoction…well, I can’t claim credit for recipe, but it is homemade. The burn’ll fade in 20 minutes or so…plenty of time for me to have my fun, I think.”

The rod was pulled out, and Josh could see it coated with the burning slick stuff. He had no idea what it was for still, since Damon had used his fingers on his nipples…was the shark insensitive to the stuff? It had been on his finger, but he hadn’t seemed bothered by it…and then he felt Damon take hold of his dick and pull back a bit, drawing back the foreskin and exposing his sensitive head. Josh realized only a moment before it actually happened what Damon was going to do, and it was probably a good thing it was too quick for him to react, as it meant he wasn’t feeling any spike of anticipation anxiety when the rod pushed into his urethra. Josh’s eyes started to water as he felt that rod push in, back and forth and slowly getting deeper, spreading that burning lube all down the inside of his dick - and, as it turned out, the outside as well, as the excess on the rod spilled over to coat over his head and down under his foreskin, getting his dick burning inside and out. It was so much, his sensitive cock felt like he’d stuck in in hot wax, a perpetual blaze that refused to relent even for a second. His hands were balling into fists, toes curling, sweating as he fought to endure the heat…the only saving grace was that the burn wasn’t paired with a comparable pain, there was definitely an ache rising but not on the level that would have been torture, which kept it within the realm of bearable. And yet, Josh couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t softening at all…in fact he could swear that his cock was leaking pre after that rod pulled out.

“Hah, I love that look on their faces. Time to get to the best part.” Damon stepped between Josh’s legs, in the one void space in the table. More of the stuff was poured out of the bottle into Damon’s hand, and he started to slather it over his twin dicks. Josh heard a loud hiss from the shark’s mouth - no, it was definitely working on him too, but that hiss sounded like he was enjoying it. Maybe it was all fun to him, though Josh wasn’t sure he was in agreement…but he also knew that meant he’d be feeling the burn inside him as well, and he hoped that wouldn’t be even harder to handle. And was he going to use both? That would be decidedly a bit thicker than he’d ever taken before…

But it wasn’t his call, and Damon wasn’t looking like he intended to hold back. He stepped up, one hand pressing the ends of his dicks together and the other working to spread Josh’s pucker open a bit for them. The burn started to pick up as he was opened up with those tips, the heat starting at his entrance and slowly spreading around the area as the stuff was smeared around…so many sensitive places lit up right now, Josh wasn’t sure he could keep up with it all. But he hadn’t felt the half of it yet. Damon’s dicks pressed in, getting slowly deeper and spreading that burn all along his innards, making Josh moan and cry out into his gag as that heat radiated through his lower half. On the plus side, it took the focus off of that huge stretch as his body was crammed full of shark cock, spreading his ass nice and wide; he could definitely feel it, but he couldn’t focus on it and it wasn’t really adding any discomfort to his saturated brain.

“Haah, damn, you’re so tight, bitch! Gonna do everything I can to break you in this weekend…” On that lingering promise, Damon started to thrust in and out of Josh, gripping the table and leaning over Josh as he drove in at a pretty brisk pace right off the bat. Josh could do nothing but let out those cries and moans that were being well-suppressed, the blazing sensations refusing to allow him any chance to catch up. But he was definitely feeling something else pick up as well, the pleasurable sensations were blending into that burn and making him start to feel more than just the heat. It was particularly noticeable in the areas that had been treated earlier, the burn hadn’t faded from his nipples but it had gotten slightly less intense, allowing him to register the much more enjoyable tingles that were coming from their sensitive exposure; his cock was starting to get to that point as well, maybe he was just getting used to the feelings but they were starting to become pretty good.

Damon was clearly getting into it more and more, deep grunts and groans and pants racing from his maw as he started to hump quite hard into the human. More of his pre was spilling into Josh’s ass, making an already slick ride even wetter, and Josh could hear the loud wet slaps echoing a bit through the room. The burn was still fiercest in his rear, yet it too was starting to diminish slightly after a little bit, letting everything else pierce through, the monumental stretch and the probing of his sensitive spots, the beating his prostate was taking was starting to register as wild pleasure raced within him. He was starting to clench down on those thick dicks, working Damon with what little range of motion he was allowed.

This didn’t go unnoticed nor unappreciated by the shark, who ramped up his own actions more at Josh’s encouragement. “Hah, starting to dig it, are you, slut? Knew you’d come around, as eager as you were to serve…oh, we’re gonna have SO much fun…” he growled out eagerly as he plunged in and out of Josh, holding nothing back at this point. It was more animated than Damon usually got, he almost always had a poker face even when they weren’t playing, and how much of that was fetish indulgence and how much was just him feeling his own heat was hard to say, but Josh was definitely seeing the other side of the shark that no one else got to…it felt like an honor in a way.

But it was his own pleasure that hit the peak first. Josh wasn’t even ready for his orgasm to hit, it blindsided him through the flood of sensation and slammed him harder than he ever would have expected. His hips bucked hard as his seed fired out energetically from his dick, a fair bit of it pasting Damon’s chest and belly scales and another fair bit splashing down onto Josh, adding to the overall mess of sweat and seed that the human was. It was probably the most potent orgasm he could ever remember having, which would have fit with this whole situation of being the most intense thing that he could remember…

It took a fair bit for Damon to catch up to him, but when it did, it was worth the wait - Damon snarled as he slammed in once more, and Josh felt a double-barreled blast of seed splatter against his insides. Both cocks were going off without restraint this time, giving Josh a veritable inner flood, the human moaning wearily as his body was packed with shark seed. Quite a bit of it was leaking out around Damon’s twins, the tight fit nevertheless offering crevices for stuff to dribble out and soak Josh’s pucker and cheeks. Even when Josh tried to clench down to hold it in, it didn’t really do much, but there was still plenty of Damon’s load to linger deep inside him.

By the time they both came down from their orgasms, the burn was mostly gone on Josh’s outside parts, and getting pretty tame inside as well. Both of them were panting hard, clearly worn down from the rutting, but with an obvious contentment evident in their eyes. Josh didn’t expect that something like that would ever see him enjoying it and feeling nice and relaxed afterwards, but here he was reveling in probably the best afterglow he’d ever had. A fair bit of it with Damon’s cocks still within him, the shark staying put until his erections withered and he could no longer plug the human up effectively.

“Hm…that was a ton of fun. And to think that was only the start.” Damon was chuckling as he started to undo the restraints. “Mm, tomorrow we’ll see if we can push you a little further. You handled this well, so I think you’ll be surprised by your own limits…for now, though, we’re gonna get cleaned up and then you’ll be spending the night in my bed, pet. Hmhm, I’ll bet by the time this is done, I’ll be able to get you coming back for more…”

That was a bet Josh wasn’t going to take - especially because he had a feeling the shark could definitely pull it off. Even as wiped out as he felt, even as overwhelming as that first experience had been…he’d quite enjoyed it. And if he enjoyed it that much, how long would it be before he was feeling the desire for it again, and knowing he had easy access to it…he’d lost to the card shark tonight, but he was starting to feel like overall he’d been a winner as much as he’d been the winnings.