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And then the hands on his neck lifted away. They grabbed onto his shoulders, and Cove, choking and hacking, resurfaced as Seraph stood up straight again. Cove gagged and coughed up the water around Seraph's cock, still firmly lodged in his mouth...but he could breathe again...he could breathe...

"Love when they get right to the edge like that," Seraph grunted, patting the side of Cove's face. Cove coughed again, spitting up warm water and bile. "That's it, slave, just keep working, I want my dick properly spit-shined."

The tiger shark growled low; he was just about ready to pull off of Seraph's cock in defiance. But any thought of rebellion was immediately pushed out of his mind the second that Bask, having already stuffed an inch of his wide cock into Cove's ass, thrust his hips forward and sank another eight inches of hot, leathery, veiny, equine meat past the tiger shark's loosened sphincter.

Cove's growl turned into a mewling moan as he felt the thick column slide deliciously over his prostate and into his depths, and he instinctively began sucking on the rabbit's length with renewed vigor. The pure pleasure he felt of his hole being stretched and filled so much, his prostate being pressed so hard, his entire body becoming nothing more than a welcoming sleeve for the girthy cock that seemed to press into the very core of his being--what more in the world could he possibly want than this, right here, right now? Before, when his handler had fingered him, when there had been toys stuffed into him in the glory hole room, when he had simply fingered himself; those were all just little tastes of what he had been craving, of what he had been needing. This engorged, equine cock being forced into him--he felt as if a deep, intrinsic hunger was finally being satiated...and amplified at the same time.

"Atta boy," Seraph murmured--he began gently pumping his hips back and forth, relishing the texture of Cove's tongue under his erection, while Bask started thrusting in the tiger shark's rear, groaning and huffing as he enjoyed the tight tunnel that hugged two thirds of his length.

The three of them remained in the pool like that for a while, a spit roast of Seraph and Bask humping into Cove's mouth and ass, Cove holding onto Seraph's waist for support and doing his best to power through the blinding pleasure that surged through his body. Water splashed over the low sides of the pool, moans and grunts filled the room, and still the trio went at it.

Bask had released Cove's cock, letting it simply sway and bob in time with his and Seraph's thrusting; the zebra, in the meantime, placed both of his hefty hands on Cove's hips and powerfully slammed him back against his pelvis, forcing the tiger shark's ass to devour more and more of his girthy cock, until he could finally hilt himself completely in the gripping confines of Cove's innards. Bask felt the warm, velvety lips of Cove's ass being pulled out with his cock and pushed back in every time he sank his meat under the tiger shark's tail. Seraph's own lips curled up as he thrust extra hard into Cove's throat, feeling the desperate swallows and gulps around his glans and his upper shaft. Cove, for his part, simply held on for the ride, moaning and huffing as he was being stuffed from both ends, and hoping with all his heart that his handler was pleased with his performance. He felt as if his ass was being churned into mush and being pulled inside out before getting forced back into him again and again; his throat was being so wonderfully filled, he felt like he could get drunk just from having Seraph's cock gliding back and forth in his gullet; Cove groaned, on the edge of absolute, white-hot bliss.

"Fuck, his ass is hungry," Bask eventually murmured, his pace growing fast and frenzied; his balls slapped the water as his hips collided with Cove's rump, making loud plap-lap-lap-lap sounds that echoed around the chamber. "All the way in and he's clenching like he's trying to milk me."

"Hooo...kinda wish I could share his throat with you," Seraph returned dazedly after indulging in more throat-fucking--his hips were almost moving of their own accord, carrying him closer to his climax in the wet, hot muzzle enveloping his cock. "He might have enough room for both of us, but damn he's still tight...it's like fucking silk in there."

Cove couldn't see or hear or feel anything beyond the two men fucking his ass and stuffing his throat. He didn't care, he wanted more, needed more, had to have more...He bucked his hips actively back against Bask's pelvis, grinding into the zebra's crotch to ensure every inch of hot meat was packed inside him; he stretched his jaw, gobbling up every blessed centimeter of sweaty, musky flesh that Seraph had to offer, moaning as he did his utmost to ensure that he was nothing but a willing, eager hole to be used for his masters' pleasure.

"I think he's enjoying having his guts rearranged like this," Bask huffed, his belly crashing on top of Cove's back like a tidal wave every time he hilted himself inside the tiger shark. His cock barrelled past the abused sphincters that had once been so tight, over the fleshy ridges that gripped and cradled his meat, and across the thoroughly overwhelmed prostate--on every thrust, Cove's aching, throbbing cock dribbled more pre into the pool water, and the tiger shark moaned his clearly desperate need. "Definitely sounds like--mmf--he's ready for a good breeding."

"Fuck...fucking...fucking give it to him," Seraph grunted, his teeth clenched. He was holding the sides of Cove's face again, jackhammering past the tiger shark's jaws, his crotch smashing against Cove's muzzle on every upswing. "I'm almost there, too."

"Ungh...you sure?" Bask's fingers clenched into Cove's thighs, keeping the bouncing tiger shark in place. "Ready to pop?"

"Yeah...yeah, I don't think I can...hold it much more." Seraph was splashing water everywhere from the force of his humping. "He's...he's earned it."

"Mmf...agreed," Bask grunted as he sped up even more, driving Cove wild. "Come on...take it, boy..."

The rabbit and zebra humped more, more, more, fucking mindlessly as Cove held his place, eager to receive them. Their grunts rose in pitch and frequency, drowning out any thoughts that might have been running through the tiger shark's already electrified brain. And then...

"Unghhhuuuuunnnnggh!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuck!"

Warmth--pure, concentrated heat and bliss--flooded Cove's guts and flushed down his throat in thick, gooey pulses. He felt the strong throbs of both cocks firing their loads, each one like a cannon painting his insides with viscous, potent seed. Cove swallowed every drop of Seraph's wad that shot down his throat, greedily gulping ounce after ounce of thick, warm seed; he clenched hard around Bask's flaring cock to prevent even the smallest amount of sperm from dripping out of his ass--his guts felt bloated from the huge injection of cum, and he loved feeling almost gravid with the zebra's load. The two men in front of and behind him panted hard, leaning against him in the pool as they recovered.

It was silent in the room, save for the lingering grunts and sighs of contentment from Bask and Seraph.

Until Cove heard a new round of splashing.

He looked to his left, where he saw Dozer dipping into the pool--through his stupor, Cove felt a flash of surprise: the giant Saint Bernard was completely nude. There wasn't a stitch of clothing on him, nothing to cover his barrel-like musclegut, nothing to hide his enormous, low-hanging testicles or the thick, full sheath that clearly showed the bulge of Dozer's cock while the tip poked out of the opening. In the dim lighting, Cove could even see that his handler--silhouetted by the black ceiling and the small, twinkling lights set into it--had removed his trademark cap...at long last. But even though Cove's eyes had adjusted to the low light, the room was still so dark that he couldn't make out the rest of Dozer's face; his handler's expression and features remained shrouded in shadows.

The naked Saint Bernard ponderously strode through the pool towards the trio--he was so tall that the water just barely came up to his knees. Dozer came to a stop next to Cove, standing in between Seraph and Bask; Cove closed his eyes in relief when he felt his handler wrap his broad arm around his waist, supporting him, and he at last released his hold from Seraph's waist, simply hanging from Dozer's arm like a rag doll. Cove was so hopped up on hormones, on the euphoria he still felt from the cock ring pouring its chemicals into his system and from being in his first ever spit roast, that he didn't even think to complain when Bask roughly pulled out of his ass with a loud schlorp, or when Seraph, who had withdrawn from his mouth, patted him on the cheek again; he was so dazed that he could just barely pay attention to the exchange happening above him.

"What's your assessment?" Dozer asked, his voice low as he held Cove close to his side.

There was a pause, then Seraph replied, "He shows promise."

"We won't take him. You can carry on," Bask's voice sounded from behind Cove.

The tiger shark could do nothing but recover and catch his breath while he heard the splashes of Seraph and Bask retreating from the pool. Above his own panting, Cove listened to the footsteps sounding on the tile floor...a rustling of towels...a door opened, then closed...and then he and Dozer were alone.

"Alright, come here, Chomper," Dozer said soothingly, helping Cove to stand upright again.

He held the smaller shark in front of him, both arms wrapped around his chest, and lifted Cove off the ground. Cove wheezed from the pressure on his ribs, but he relished the sensation of being carried around like this--Dozer ferried him over to the side of the pool, and then turned to sit on the ledge, so Cove sat in his lap with his feet dangling into the water along with Dozer's. Cove leaned back against the Saint Bernard's broad, thick chest and belly, and he felt the stirring of Dozer's cock under his rump--it was like a hot water bottle resting against his cheeks. Dozer simply held the tiger shark and gently rocked back and forth while the two of them stared at the rippling water in the pool.

"You did well," Dozer murmured.

"I didn't...disappoint you, Sir?" Cove asked.

Dozer shook his head. "No...not at all. And more importantly, you didn't disappoint Seraph and Bask."

When Cove didn't respond, Dozer continued, "Those two were evaluators from Domino. Seraph Tide and Bask Fallen--those are their codenames. They're two of the people you needed to impress during initiation. If you hadn't been up to their standard, they would've taken you away today...and you'd be turned into a rubber drone."

Cove's heart somersaulted in his chest--when he was underwater, he'd come close, so close...

"You remember how high the stakes are."

"Yes, Sir."

Dozer allowed a hand to roam over Cove's stomach, gently stroking his abdomen. "You did a good job, kid."

"Thank you, Sir," Cove murmured.

"I said I was going to punish you for making a mess when I was edging you earlier," Dozer said, his hand absently drifting down into Cove's crotch and teasing the edges of his slit, which was spread open around the tiger shark's still-raging erection. As his handler spoke, Cove felt a subtle twitch in the groin beneath him; Dozer was starting to really chub up properly. "Plus, I really should punish you for biting through that dildo yesterday..."

Cove whimpered pleadingly.

"And I will...in due time," the Saint Bernard continued thoughtfully. His fingers splayed around the base of Cove's cock, gently pressing down on the lips of his slit. "But first...I think a little..."

"Aaahhmm!" Cove moaned and squirmed in his handler's grasp when Dozer's fingers pushed down past the tight folds and into the warm, moist, slippery confines of his slit. He trembled when the dog's thick digits alighted upon the ring wrapped tightly around the root of his throbbing shaft.

"...reward is in order."

Dozer pressed on the ring--it was as if a bolt of lightning zapped through Cove's spine. A fresh, high-intensity burst of hormones shot into his system before the microdermal needles retracted from his cock, and Dozer roughly yanked the ring out the tiger shark's genital pouch and off of his cock with a swift stroke. Cove strained against the python-like arm around his chest that held him in place; he nearly came right there, he was so turned on. He just needed...he just needed...

"One more...little push," Dozer rumbled; he set the ring (which was thoroughly covered in a mix of mucus, pre, sweat, and other musky bodily secretions) aside before wrapping his hand around Cove's erection, easily smothering it in his enormous palm. He began stroking up and down, up and down, his paw pads dragging along the already-overstimulated skin as Cove leaked pre freely. His cockhead poked out from between the thick digits clamped around his shaft every time Dozer brought his fist down against his crotch--Cove almost couldn't stand how wonderfully his engorged glans popped out, then disappeared into Dozer's clenched fist again. As the canine began stroking faster and faster, he tightened his embrace around Cove's chest; Cove, in turn, held onto Dozer's arm like a brace while his hips automatically rose and fell, rose and fell, bouncing against the canine's lap and grinding against his crotch.

"Yeah, that's it, kid, fuck my hand," Dozer growled into Cove's ear, soon bringing his fist to a stop and letting Cove buck wildly into his paw. "You like that, don't you."

"Huh...huh...huh...yes...yes, Sir!"

"Good boy...keep fucking..."

Cove arched his back as much as he could, trying to stuff every last inch of his cock into the giant Saint Bernard's clenched fist on every upswing.

"Remember, the only reason you're doing this is because I'm letting you," Dozer rumbled as Cove panted and huffed, working himself up closer and closer to the edge in the canine's powerful, warm grip. Dozer possessively cupped one of Cove's defined pecs as he continued in a domineering tone, "You're not going to fuck anything unless you're given permission, understand?"

"Huh...huh! Huh! Huh!"

"Say the words, Chomper." Dozer's hand moved from Cove's pectoral to his throat, wrapping his finger's around the tiger shark's neck. "Say that you understand."

"I--mmf! Hnf! I understand--huh! Huh! Sir!" Cove leaned back, relishing his handler's touch on his throat.

Dozer used his grip on Cove's neck to keep his ear next to his mouth, to ensure that Cove heard every commanding word. "You don't get off unless I tell you to. I'd be surprised if you get to fuck another actual hole again."

Cove whimpered--he was so close, right on the very edge. He was so ready to explode, to burst into a billion pieces and lose himself in the throes of unimaginable pleasure.

"The best thing you could ever hope to fuck will be my hand, just like this." Dozer squeezed even tighter around the red-hot, throbbing, squelching cock in his fist, eliciting a grunt from the tiger shark. "Who's in control here?"

"Y-you...you are, Sir! You're in control!"

"What do I control, Chomper?" Dozer's growl was like a motorcycle rumbling in the tiger shark's ear.

Poor Cove was just barely hanging on by a thread, but he was coherent enough to pant, "Every--hnf! Everything I do!" He clutched tightly onto Dozer's arm for support, still furiously humping upward into the Saint Bernard's closed fist and grinding on his handler's slowly emerging cock under him. "When...when I sleep...when I eat...when I get fucked...how I get fucked...what I drink...when I cum..."

"That's right, kid, that's right," Dozer growled approvingly. He squeezed again as he slid his hand down along Cove's slick length. "Whose dick is this?"

"It's yours, Sir!" Cove gasped out, desperate and horny beyond recognition. "That's your dick! It belongs to you!"

"Damn right it does," Dozer said gruffly. "Now fuck my hand...and cum your brains out for me."

"I...I..." Cove felt the thunder in his loins--the dam was just about to break, especially now that he'd been given permission.

"All for me, Chomper," Dozer commanded.

"Oh ffffffuuuuuuhhhhhh! Aaaahhh aaaaahhhh aaaaahhhh!"

Cove's mind imploded, simply collapsing under the weight of the ecstasy coursing through his entire body; his throbbing cock, contracting internal testicles, and pulsing prostate felt like they were on fire as they surged together in concert to fire thick, gooey ropes of semen. The tiger shark, adrift in the waves of euphoria, clenched and relaxed his toes in rapid succession; his legs spasmed and his tail thrashed; he squeezed his eyes shut and cried out, his voice ringing against the tiled walls and floor; he quivered and pushed hard against Dozer, as if trying to escape his own body, but his handler kept a tight hold on him. For his part, Dozer maintained his grip on Cove's trembling, bouncing cock and aimed the spurting jets of cum into the pool, where they landed with soft plat-plat-plats and splashes; the long strands of semen were clear to see in the transparent water, and Dozer had to admit he was impressed with the distance Cove was getting with each shot--one burst went as far as six feet.

"Yeeeaahh...yeah, that's it, Chomper, just keep shooting that load, get it all out," Dozer murmured encouragingly, watching every salvo of ropey white seed arc into the air and feeling every muscle contraction in his hand.

Cove was aware of his handler's voice, he was aware of where he was...and yet he was somewhere else completely. Every inch of his body tingled with an electricity he'd never felt before; he was floating, he was lost in the seas and cradled by the oceans, unmoored under the cosmos...

At last, the strong pulses of cum calmed into residual goopy dribbles that oozed out of Cove's urethra and leaked over Dozer's fingers. The tiger shark's panting eventually settled into a natural rhythm once more, and he shuddered and gasped when his handler squeezed a few times on his overly sensitive shaft. "Ah! Hooo...oh fuck...that was so good, Sir...thank you," Cove finally managed to croak out when he had enough presence of mind to speak again.

"I'm proud to say you earned it, Chomper," Dozer said, releasing his hold on Cove's still-erect cock and rubbing his chest soothingly.

The tiger shark sighed, content, and closed his eyes.

"You feeling good about initiation?" Dozer asked quietly after a moment of silence.

"Yes, Sir," Cove mumbled.

"Feel like you made the right choice, joining Domino?"

"Mmhmm, yes, Sir."

Dozer smiled. "Good to hear...why don't you lean back a little for me..."

The Saint Bernard guided Cove to lean further back against him, his face pointing upward...until his muzzle was planted directly in Dozer's armpit. Cove inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of sweat, sandalwood, and tobacco.

"Mmmm..."

It was an odor that made him feel so safe, so secure, so...at peace. Every muscle in his body seemed to melt, he felt like he was reducing into a puddle in the Saint Bernard's lap, and he didn't put up a shred of resistance as Dozer easily manipulated him, turning him around and over like a doll until Cove was lying on his stomach on Dozer's lap, perpendicular to the canine. His still-hard cock prodded against Dozer's leg, and Cove could feel the heat radiating from his handler's crotch against his side. He closed his eyes, about ready to drift off again.

Dozer stroked the tiger shark's back, his hands pressing on the firm cords of muscle and gently squeezing the dorsal fin. He mused to himself as he felt Cove's chest and stomach slowly expanding and contracting against his legs, the boy's breathing slowing as he relaxed further.

When Bask and Seraph had been using Cove, Dozer had simply remained in the shadows, watching silently from afar with his eyes locked on the tiger shark. He'd had no doubt that the evaluators would see that Cove was up to the club's standard for this stage in initiation--what he had been looking for was Cove's breaking point, the point when the boy would give himself over completely to the pleasure of being used. The previous day strapped to the bed behind the glory hole wall had helped wear him down, Dozer just needed to see that last shred of self-worth and self-respect vanish, when Cove would be completely corrupted.

And he saw it in the tiger shark's eyes the moment Bask had stuffed the majority of his length in his ass. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and Dozer could clearly see that all Cove wanted now was cock filling him.

Dozer smirked to himself as he continued rubbing Cove's back in the present; he'd been right from the very beginning. The sweet, naive, innocent boy laying on his lap had seemed so out of place when he saw him that first night at Hightower Bar. It was obvious that he was pretending he really had any notches on his belt, that he had done anything more than the most basic of vanilla sexual play. But there was still something so charming about him--it wasn't often that Dozer encountered sharks, and Cove's appearance belied his more...romantic nature.

While Dozer knew that the young shark wasn't exactly in love with him, he recognized that Cove held a very strong lust (and borderline infatuation) for him--there was, at the very least, a strong chemical attraction. Which, of course, would have made it almost painfully easy for Dozer to simply scoop up the tiger shark in his arms and whisk him away for that night. Granted, as Dozer recalled that night while he kneaded Cove's shoulders, he would have loved to just take the tiger shark home, toss him in his bed, and get the boy to ride him and pop his cherry; Cove was giving all the signs that said he would have been more than happy to play along. But there was something compelling about the young tiger shark. It was in his smile, in his eyes, in the way he carried himself, in the way he talked--it was a sweetness that was begging to be perverted, if only he had a guide.

Dozer knew he wanted to corrupt this boy, and it was plain to see that Cove wanted to be broken...but how far would the tiger shark be willing to go for it? For him?

The Saint Bernard couldn't resist.

So he had handed the card with Domino's information to the boy, and waited for his gamble to pay off...which it finally did.

As he gazed down at Cove's backside, Dozer grinned, certain that the sturdy little jock laying across his lap would keep him occupied for some time, long after initiation ended.

And there was no time like the present.

Dozer's hands worked their way down along Cove's back, kneading and pressing and rolling and rubbing, eliciting grunts and groans of pleasure from the tiger shark. He carried on further, over Cove's sacrum and coccyx, then around his tail and on top of his buns...which he then parted and dug his fingers into the cleft between Cove's cheeks.

Cove murmured something inaudible as he wagged his hips from side to side, and Dozer licked his lips as he gazed longingly at the loose and abused hole gaping up at him. The rim was still puffy and swollen from Bask's earlier breeding, and Dozer gently traced a finger over the open chasm before sliding a digit in...then another...and another...he wiggled them around in the moist hole, feeling the oozey, ropey remains of the zebra's load that had been blasted into Cove's guts. The rest was naturally resting deeper down within the tiger shark's innards--Dozer snickered to himself, knowing that he would come across it soon.

Cove blearily opened his eyes when he felt his handler add another finger...and finally the tip of his thumb before Dozer rotated his wrist, spinning his digits around in the loosened sphincter. What was he doing?

Dozer clenched and spread his fingers, clenched and spread, clenched and spread, relishing the glorping, schlorping, sticky sounds he was making with the lips of Cove's ass. He really had to thank Bask for helping loosen and lube up the kid.

Dozer placed his arm heavily across Cove's shoulders, pinning him in place across his lap, and he felt his cock stir even more in his sheath. The Saint Bernard sighed, content.

"Brace yourself, kid. This is when the real initiation work starts."

---

Deep in the bowels of the Turello Insurance Tower, there was only one person who could hear the screams of pleasure entwined with agony and the panting yells that begged shamelessly for more. And he was delighted to oblige as he slid his arm further and further into his thoroughly corrupted charge, stretching the ring of muscle around his wrist and flexors in sadistic preparation of what was to come in the days ahead.