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GATOR TAILS: TROUBLED MEN

A small group of four drunk college boys slowly made their way down a side street, after turning off the main one and putting some distance between themselves and the parade, occasionally tossing an empty can aside. They decided that it was perhaps time to move onto the next source of personal entertainment, after the stern speech to leave or be put in jail for disorderly conduct by a police officer. Neither one of them were about to let their last day together be a complete bust. After all, they only got to see each other once a year, when on spring break from their respective universities. None of them had any real friends outside the four of them and didn't exactly have successful relationships with the girls either. The were grateful for finding each other online years ago, via their favorite hobby of role playing games. If one were to look at their hairy hefty forms, it would be assumed they never did much outdoors. But they did enjoy going on trail hikes and camping. It was their way to get away from everyone, when everyday life became too much for them.

The men were on their fourth year and still didn't know what they wanted to do with themselves career wise. It was something they initially planned on getting sorted out on this trip, but eventually fell for the usual seductive trap of social drinking and then decided to keep drinking, to take away the depressing worries of a life still unfulfilled. They entertained pursuing their hobby in a professional capacity, but that would require working in groups with other people that likely had nothing in common with them. There was that and their shared quirk of playing their games naked. It didn't mean they were gay, they just liked being naked and when the weather allowed, they camped naked. The one thing that brought them even closer as friends, was when they finally saw each other's face for the first time and then began receiving comments about people thinking they were brothers. All four kept their hair short and preferred goatees over beards on their faces. Two of them had black hair and the other two had brown hair. They often had to present identification as proof that they were completely unrelated.

Their drunken walk eventually lead them to a bus, they took to a random city destination and then got off to walk around a little, to wear off their buzz. They stopped by a random store and grabbed some water to properly hydrate themselves and then got on another bus, bound for another random city location further out. At their next stop, they quickly ducked into an alley and used the cover of the buildings evening shade to conceal them relieving themselves of a generous piss load behind a dumpster. The men were grateful for the early time of year being cooler than it's better known more humid summer time, making the walks around the city more pleasant for them. They then grabbed another bus and didn't bother to notice it was a connecting route, that took them outside the city to a nearby town. All four made this discovery once they stepped off the bus and made a solid assessment of their surroundings. To complicate things further, it turned out the bus was the last one of the day.

“Well I guess we are spending the night here until the morning." The black haired one named Will announced to the other three.

“As good of an excuse as any to check out the local tavern then." The other black haired one named Joe suggested.

The group nodded in agreement and immediately began looking for trademark alcohol logo signs. Although they had no luck in finding an actual tavern or bar, they did spot a familiar vendor logo in the distance and walked on down the side street, to an open parking lot, with only one parked green truck. They kept walking across it to a boarded walkway, that connected the parking area to a building setting a little out in the water on stilts. Upon entry, they could tell it was an establishment that catered to the locals and had zero appeal to any tourists. Aside from the entry area being somewhat closed in, with no doors and sight of obvious restrooms flanking it, the rest of the structure was open air. The large open space either stopped at the nearby bar counter and handrails, or sprawled right out onto the connected boat dock. Almost all of the local patrons had already left for home, leaving one bartender and a waitress. They could smell signs of food and guessed the kitchen was likely right behind the bar itself. The counter was occupied by a single large man, whom was being social with the employees.

All three of the locals nodded politely at the men, as they nodded back and sat down at a random table. The waitress eventually approached and was a visual welcome sight for the young men, sporting tight denim shorts and a mid drift blue top. She was about their age and mildly tanned, with brown hair tied back with a matching handkerchief. There was no makeup on her face, but then she really didn't need it.

“We usually close by night time boys. So appreciate it if you kept the order simple." She greeted them, while sliding out a notepad and pen from her back pocket.

“We plan on keeping it simple." Will assured her.

“Just a bucket of beers and order of nachos, will do for us." Joe told her.

“We don't have nachos here. But we do serve deep fried pickle slices that are mighty tasty and Cajun flavored. We also serve them up with a choice of sauces." She corrected and smiled.

“Hmm. Never had pickles like that before." The brown haired one named Justin observed.

“Could be as good as she says." The other brown haired one named Brad suggested.

“Trust me. They are." The waitress assures them and continues smiling.

“Alright. We will give them a try and basic ranch sauce will do." Will told her.

“Any beer preference?" She asked.

“We'll try whatever the locals like."

The other three nodded in agreement and looked back up at the waitress and smiled.

“Okay. So that's one bucket of local brew, with an order of fried pickle slices and ranch sauce on the side. Anything else?"

“That is plenty."

“Appreciate you boys keeping it simple. The bucket will be right out and the pickles will be about ten minutes. We make them completely fresh here."

“Sounds good."

All four watched the waitress walk away from the table and had their eyes on her ass, until she stepped behind the bar counter and through the nearby doorway into the kitchen. They spotted the large man at the counter looking right at them and grinning. The men immediately brought their eyes back to the table and glanced at each other, feeling like they got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“I'm not sure if that was a grin approving of us checking out her fine ass or a grin born of whatever mean spirited mischief that might be brewing in his head. Since we are in completely alien territory and outside the city here, we might want to be a little more careful about who we stare at. Everyone agreed?" Joe suggested and the rest nodded in agreement.

The bartender soon showed up and politely set the bucket of iced beers down in the middle of the table and told the gentlemen to enjoy themselves, with a polite smile. He then returned to the bar and resumed chatting with the large man.

“So does that big brute professionally wrestle alligators or something?" Justin asked.

“He certainly is big enough." Will observed.

“Certainly believes in keeping things simple and casual, with his faded blue t-shirt and gray cargo shorts." Brad added.

“Did you see the size of those feet in those sandals? Those are feet ideally built to carry that man far." Joe felt compelled to mention.

“Never seen a blond man with curly hair before. The beard looks wavy too." Will observed, while taking one of the beer bottles out and twisting off the top.

By the time the pickles had arrived, each one of them were already on their second bottle. They did a quick glancing look towards the counter and got confirmation the large man was still watching their behavior around the waitress, then politely thanked her and made no moves to hit on her. The basket of pickles was large, they were actually just as good as she promised and were gone by the time the men opened their third bottle. The waitress returned and presented the bill for the order. Will immediately pulled out two sizable bills and told her to keep the rest as a tip.

“That was... generous." Brad quipped and smirked, as the waitress went around the table and thanked each of them with an enthusiastic hug, before leaving the table.

“I felt we should at least get something out of it." Will returned and grinned.

All four of them snickered and then got up from the table. They quickly stopped and bent over, planting their hands down on it firmly.

“Whoa. This local stuff has a little punch." Justin commented and lifted his bottle up for a closer look at it. The label showed an alligator breaking the water surface in a big splash and said Gator Bait.

“Is this supposed to be some sort of local humor?" Joe asked after looking himself.

Brad took a closer look at his bottle and just snickered.

“Has a little bit of a sweet taste to it. A familiar one too. Maybe it's just fate fucking with us again. Let's spin this moment around in our favor and toast the occasion." Will suggested and lifted the bottle in the air. “Here is to us, gator bait."

“Gator Bait." The other three chimed in together and raised their bottles, before taking a big drink along with Will.

All four then had to grab the edge of the table and steady themselves, as a rush of dizziness surged through their heads. It soon passed, but left the alcoholic buzz behind.

“Let's also toast the police officer." Joe suggested. “We had that brief rough moment, where we had a little too much to drink and he probably would have preferred to have dealt with something better than that stunt we pulled with the dancing lady in the parade line."

“To the officer." All four chimed and took another drink.

“We should also not leave out the various bus drivers, that ferried us along our little journey today." Justin pointed out.

“To the bus drivers." Was announced, followed by another drink and some head shaking.

“Speaking of the day, we need to finally toast it before it fades away." Will reminded them and pointed beyond the boat dock at the setting sun and it's orange light filtering through the distant trees.

All four carefully stepped from the table and carefully walked up to the edge of the boat dock itself, before lifting their bottles one more time.

“To the adventure that was today."

The men then clanked their bottles together and closed their eyes, before putting the nearly empty bottles to their lips and taking the last swallow. Then they extended their hands out from them in unison and released the empty bottles down into the water below. The bottles proceeded to sink on down into the murky swamp water, as they quickly traded trapped air for it. None of them made it to the bottom and were seized by large clawed black armored hands. All four bottles were then brought to a large opening maw with multiple jutting teeth, before a large blunt tongue extended and swiped the entire neck of the bottle. The tongue retracted back into the mouth and firmly pressed itself up into the roof of it. The skin oil residue left behind by the hands of the men was absorbed into the nasal cavity and their distinct signature scent received and commanded to memory. The four gator creatures then simply sat at the bottom and watched the men through the surface, confident they could not be seen.

Behind the men. back at the bar counter, the bartender threw down his drying towel and was about to briskly march out to the boys, to give them a stern lecture about littering and respecting the swamp. The bigger man quickly and gently gripped his wrist and shook his head.

“I got this Luke. Trust me." He assured the man.

The bartender sighed and then shook his head in surrender. The bigger man then got up from his chair and quietly walked up to the four men, as they remained standing at the edge of the boat dock and watched the sun start to sink slowly towards the horizon. He got within twelve feet and politely cleared his throat. The moment they turned around, their eyes suddenly got quite big in shock. The large blond man immediately raised his hands up and spoke softly.

“Relax boys. The name is Jesse and if I wanted to do anything at all, you would already be in the water. The people here are very… attentive about the whole littering thing."

“Sorry." Will offered for the group, after all four briefly glanced behind them at the water.

“That is why we are standing here and having this discussion right now. The people in this community take great pride in keeping it looking so nice for the swamp tour visitors and created a few firm rules to insure people get the message they are serious about their commitment. You obviously meant well and just got a little lazy. Kids do that. I understand that. So in light of you being visitors, that conveniently came here on the last bus and with no way back to the city until the morning, how about I offer you a place to sleep for the night at my house?"

The men were a little surprised by the large man's offer and cautiously curious.

“We appreciate the advice and offer sir." Joe spoke up. “But isn't there something like a hotel or motel here? We promise not to be any trouble and just need a place to sleep off our buzz."

“If that were the case, then I would gladly help you out with arranging that, but there are no such places here. There really isn't a reason for anyone to be staying the night in this town, unless you are family or…" Jesse started.

“...or stranded like us." Justin finished.

“Exactly kid. So what do you say?"

“It sounds okay, but how do we repay you?" Brad finally asked himself.

“I have a small shipment that needs to get on some boats, for a night time delivery. You help me and my swamp buddies out and I put you up for the night in a cozy place to sleep. Hell. You do a good enough job, maybe put a little something in your bellies, before you leave."

While the four college friends had a brief discussion among themselves, Jesse looked back at the bartender, to see both him and the waitress wordlessly mouth Thank You and smile back at him. The large man just nodded and smiled back. He then turned his attention back to the four men and saw they were still engaged with each other. The large man looked beyond them into the dim shadows near the trees and spotted the vague outline of a gator's head in the water, holding one of the discarded bottles just above it. Jesse was sure the lighting was too dim for anyone else to see it and watched as the bottle was bobbed sideways and then pointed at the four men. He just nodded his head in response, before the head and bottle disappeared back under the surface. The college group then finished their private discussion and gave Jessie their full attention.

“After a little deliberation, we decided to accept." Will spoke for them again.

“Why did you take so long?" Jesse inquired.

“No offense sir, but you are a big man and we are just visitors that don't really belong here and just got stuck out of sheer stupidity. We just wanted to make sure we were making the right and safe choice… not end up in the news as…"

“...as another unfortunate city victim of some obscure country mishap?" Jesse volunteered.

“Something like that. Again, no offense intended."

“That is actually smart of you boys."

“Thank you, sir." They replied in unison softly.

“Well if there is nothing else to be discussed for now, let's see about that shipment in my truck. We are quickly loosing daylight." Jesse, then waved for the four men to follow him. “Oh, don't forget to apologize to the local proprietors of this humble establishment on your way out." He called behind himself, as he passed the bar counter and exchanged a friendly nod with the bartender and waitress.

Each of the four men openly apologized to them and got a thank you, with a smile in response. Jesse then led them on out through the open entrance and over to the green truck they saw earlier, before grabbing the tail gate latch and flipping it down. He then leaned into the truck bed, past the fenders and grabbed the visible heavy olive drab cloth tarp and flipped a portion of it onto itself. Underneath was various shallow wooden produce crates, stacked only as high as the edges of the truck bed, with small liquid filled glass mason jars sitting in them. Each visible crate was part of a whole row, that was distinctly marked with a different shade of orange brown liquid. One of the visible rows had a single crate sitting on the top, displaying jars filled with a clear substance.

“Mind of we ask what is in the jars?" Brad ventured.

“Of course. Local apple juice and cider. The clear ones have maple syrup."

“I thought maple syrup was supposed to be golden brown." Justin dared to inquire.

“That is your city based businesses using clever psychology to get people to buy it more readily. It is supposed to be clear." Jesse replies and chuckles.

“Well. Learn something new everyday." Joe comments.

“Depending on how much you appreciate this stay tonight." the large man starts, as he flips the tarp back down and flattens the excess material out over the exposed part of the truck bed. “You just might come back for another visit."

“Preferably under better circumstances." Will adds.

“Indeed son." Jesse then gives the covered truck bed a coupe firm pats. “Climb aboard now. Only room up in the cab for just me. Got a bunch of loose stuff piled into the passenger side." He then walks on around and to the driver side, as each of the college boys climb up into the truck bed.

Being no strangers to trucks in general, Will and Brad grab the edge of the tailgate and give it a firm pull up towards them, securing it closed with an expected loud metallic click.

“Be sure to hold on tight. The road to the boats can be a little bumpy. Feel free to remove one jars of the syrup and share it along the way. It will help with neutralizing the alcoholic buzz and clear up your heads." Jesse announces before climbing into the cab and starting the truck.

Justin happen to be the one sitting on the side nearest where the crate was and just shrugged, as he reached around and under the tarp, feeling for the corner jar. He managed to pull it free of the crate and secure it in his lap, before the truck backed up and then proceeded to drive up the side street at a brisk pace. All four snickered at the obvious humor of their current predicament.

“We will be hitting dirt real soon." Jesse announced, as the truck did not slow down at the intersection and drove right across it and onto the opposite connecting dirt road.

The men were grateful for Jesse not driving too fast and eventually settled into the bouncing rhythm of the cruising speed chosen. Justin then flipped up the securing metal clips of the retaining ring for the jar in his lap and slid it off, before slowly unscrewing the lid. He then volunteered to be the tasting guinea pig and dipped his finger all the way in, before extracting and putting all of it in his mouth. He then closed his eyes and savored the rich flavor, while slowly pulling the finger back out. The man was caught off guard by how good it actually tasted and the rather electric jolt it gave him, as he his tongue scraped his coated finger clean of the substance. Justin couldn't help but audibly moan around his finger, while extracting it through pursed lips.

“Some personal secret you want to share with us slut?" Joe quipped.

Justin opened his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, before tagging his friend lightly in the chest with his foot, before fully removing his finger.

All four then snickered, as the jar was handed over to Brad. He repeated the same motion and decided to exaggerate the moment, like he was one of those sexy girls in the desert commercials. They all got a good laugh out of the display, as the jar was then passed over to Will.

“Damn. That shit is like really good." Brad commented, as his friend chose to silently extract his coated finger and looked right at him, as a silent dare to say something clever.

Joe then took the open jar and dipped his finger in.

“It probably costs a pretty penny too." Will observed.

“Fuck. That is good." Joe commented, as he passed the jar back to Justin.

Everyone nodded in agreement, as the token guinea pig fully dipped two fingers and then passed the jar over. The rest of the trip down the road was spent by the four friends sharing the syrup and recounting the details of the adventures they had for the day. They surprised themselves at how quickly they managed to consume most of the syrup and yet not suffer the expected sugar headache one would normally get form that much of it at once. All four also barely noticed the progression of their consumption changing from two fingers to four, reaching into the jar and going into their mouths.

“We are just about there." Jesse yelled back from the cab, over the combined noise of the road travel and truck engine.

They looked out beyond the cab and spotted a big information sign, informing them they were entering a Dry County and then saw an open area off the road, lit faintly by several lanterns and occupied by four small black painted air boats, with twin multi blade fans. The sky around them had already lost the sun and turned to a dark orange. The four men quickly looked at each other, with a raised eyebrow, as the truck began slowing down and pulled off onto the clearing. Standing near the air boats was four equally large men, dressed in black bib overalls and shirts, with black caps and fully bearded faces. Regardless of it being almost dark outside, they also appeared to be wearing sunglasses.

“Apple juice, really?" Brad commented and immediately got a dirty look form the other three.

“Is it really any different than what you did briefly with your dad back home in high school?" Justin challenged him.

“Look we committed to helping this man out and aside from what we may think is happening here, it is probably better than possibly setting in a jail all night for littering." Will advised Brad.

“Sure. Helping an illegal alcohol smuggling operation in a dry county is so much better." Brad challenged back and folded his arms in disappointment.

“Hey. There are a lot worse things to actually smuggle Brad and you know it." Justin reminded him and gave his friend a sideways hug.

“The whole Dry County thing is dated bullshit anyway. Just a bunch of grouchy religious rich people keeping their thumb down on the poor ignorant man." Will said to no one in particular.

All four nodded in agreement, as the truck came to a full stop and watched Jesse get out of the cab. They dared to look the direction of the four men and were shocked by getting a friendly wave and smile from them. The men hesitantly waved and smiled back.

“Just honest clever country boys looking out for the freedom of their kin." Will assured Brad.

Jesse walked on up to the four men, to do a quick rundown of the planned operation for the night. The discussion itself didn't last that long and ended with one of the boat pilot's full report on his special assignment.

“According to the one named Justin, all four come from pretty shitty personal lives. Either financially shitty or just plain shitty. They went to college to get away from all of it and hopefully find a better life. The boys eventually found each other and became fast friend's through their shared hobby. Justin and I kept in touch via his college network. He eventually admitted he lived a guarded closeted life and was a bear lover. Once they arrived in the nearby city for their recent planned trip, I managed to convince the boy to finally meet me at one of the bear bars. We then went upstairs and I took his cherry in a private booth. The boy didn't care to taste me or blow me, he just wanted my cock in his ass. He says the others are also closeted, but harder nuts to crack. Justin never bothered or pressured any of them, out of respect for their great friendship."

“Did they ever notice you follow them around the city?" Jesse asked him.

“Nope. Their persistent drunken haze made sure of that all the way out here."

“Good. Everyone remember your scents from the tavern and thus who goes out into the swamp with you on the deliveries?"

“I made sure to grab Justin's bottle first." The one on special assignment acknowledged.

The other three chuckled and nodded.

“Of course you did, Charley." Jesse affirms. “Well. Let's get the cargo loaded and get it to it's drop off destinations."

All five large men then approached the truck, just as the college friends had finished climbing out and begun stretching their legs. The four men in black said nothing, as they approached the others and silently shook their hands and smiled. Jesse briefly explained how the operation itself worked and then left them alone, to begin loading the cargo. Each of the four men in black got the attention of their chosen work partner and immediately began helping them load their assigned air boats.

“Okay, that will do buddy." Charley risked whispering to Justin, as the last crate was set in the transport cage and covered with a black tarp.

“Charley?" Justin asked surprised in a whisper.

“Shh. Will explain once we are out on the water." Charley replied.

Both then slid the single bench pilot seat, back in place over the cage and waited for it to click in place, before nodding to each other and getting back off the boat at it's front. The other three loading teams were soon done and took up waiting spots in front of their boats. Everyone could faintly hear Jesse talking to someone in the cab, in between moments of soft radio static, before then seeing him exit the cab and walk towards them.

“Alright. Looks like we got an all-clear night. Some randy fellas in a nearby town decided to make a real mess of things at a bar, turning the situation bad enough to require all the police on-call to pacify the situation. The water may be ours tonight, but be efficient with the deliveries just the same. The people picking up the drops have schedules of their own to keep. I will be seeing you four boys later at my house, when you get done with your… community service. Be safe out there."

Jesse then shook hands with everyone, before retrieving the lanterns and switching them off. He then got back in the truck and drove on down the road, quickly disappearing from sight. The four men in black then gave their companions a pat on the shoulder, before climbing into their boats. The other four men said nothing and just nodded to each other and smiled, as affirmation they were still okay. The sky was now a deep purple and many stars could be seen, as Charley was the first to switch on the electric motors powering the fans and get his boat turned around out on the water. Justin noticed right away no lights of any kind were being switched on and was understandably concerned at how the hell they were supposed to navigate through a swamp at night. He soon got his answer in a curious way, after the boat traveled far enough he could no longer hear the other ones. They were all by themselves.

“Want to see something really cool and a little freaky buddy?" Charley asked him.

“Not that I can really see much of anything… but sure." Justin answered cautiously.

Charley removed his sunglasses and gave the college boy a nudge with his arm. Justin then turned his head to look at Charley and saw that the man's eyes were faintly reflecting light with a dull amber glow to them.

“Whoa. Are you like wearing special contacts or something?" He asked.

“Nope. These are my real eyes."

“So, that means you can like see in the dark.? Like a dog or cat can?"

“Really well actually."

“I can kind of see where that would be handy doing something like these deliveries."

“That it is."

“So… does this mean the other three boat pilots have those same eyes?"

“Yup."

“The boats are neat. Not exactly made for passengers and seats only the two of us, but neat."

“Justin."

“Having them built with a low profile and with fans that have so many blades was smart too."

“Justin."

“Yeah?"

“Come here."

Charley put his hand behind Justin's head and pulled it down to his thick cock, he allowed to snake out of his open fly and get hard. The college boy needed no guiding words and gripped Charley's shaft with one hand and put his lips around the exposed head for the first time.

“Now just work your tongue around it, just like I did your cock back at the bear bar."

Charley soon felt the man's tongue slather his cock head with sensual stokes, as it moved all round it and occasionally stroked the underside of it as well. He then kept his hand on the man's head and held it in place, as he began to release his sex syrup into the warm mouth.

“Start nursing and swallowing buddy. It's all for you." Charley encouraged him.

Justin immediately noticed that what Charley was feeding him from the cock, tasted just like what him and his friends were sharing on the truck. Except the warm version tasted even better and he had no plans of letting go of the cock he was nursing on and demonstrated this by not resisting the hand that kept applying pressure to the back of his head. He moaned and gulped with satisfaction, as the flow of the syrup gradually increased and he readily swallowed it. Eventually the hand lifted away and moved to his t-shirt, before pulling it up to his head and then began slowly rubbing his back.

“Just you and me my hungry boy."

Justin was not sure how long he had been nursing on the cock in his mouth, but eventually felt his shirt being pulled back down and got a couple pats on the shoulder, as the syrup flow into his mouth began to relent. The hand then gripped his shoulder and began to gently pull him off the succulent syrup producing phallus. He whimpered a bit in protest, as he straightened back up in the bench seat. Charley shifted a little in his place, as he maneuvered his hard cock back inside his overalls.

“We will be approaching our first drop off point soon and want to look as professional as possible, in case the customer is there early. Make sure your face and beard is clear of all the syrup."

Charley watched the man nod in reply and began moving his tongue out and over his goatee, while adjusting his own hard cock inside his shorts. The air boat soon arrived near it's first destination and switched off the motors, to continue drifting in complete silence towards a barely visible hump of swamp land surrounded by trees. The surrounding night sounds of the swamp immersed the two smugglers in a chorus of chirps, clicks and howlers. Charley handed Justin a black light and had him switch it on. A horizontal branch nearby immediately lit up with a stripe painted on it.

“Go ahead and set the light in your lap, then reach out with both hands, as the boat drifts right up to it and grab onto it with me."

Justin did exactly as he was told and was surprised to see their combined effort effectively made the boat completely stop. He was pretty sure he alone was not strong enough and began to wonder about Charley's strength. The young man then spotted two more stripes appear off the side of the boat, when he lifted the black light up again. They appeared to outline a safe path right onto the rather hidden mound and then stopped about ten feet away from the boat.

“Okay. You know the drill. Two crates and one jar of syrup." Charley informed him, as they got up and slid the bench seat forward for cargo access.

Justin got out of the boat and made sure he had solid footing, before taking one of the crates and stepping carefully along the marked path in between two tree trunks, then set it down at the end of the path. He then walked back for the second crate and came back with Charley behind him, who was carrying the syrup jar himself. Once at the end of the path this time, the large man lead the way further in and stopped at a new location that also reacted to the black light. There was a heavy wooden box by a tree, large enough to cover forty eight of the crates together, that glowed just like the marker stripes. Charley pivoted it up on one end and motioned for Justin to set his crate down right in it's spot. He then handed the young man the jar and departed to retrieve the other crate. Once everything was secured in place and covered, both of them returned to the boat and proceeded to the next drop off location.

After emptying the cargo hold at a couple more destinations, Charley steered the boat to a new location that was in close proximity to the drop off points. If Justin didn't know better, they had been tracing one huge irregular circle the whole time and were now going to the middle of it. Once again they came across a spot marked a familiar way and both got off the boat. The young man noticed Charley grab a black back pack and brought it along with him, as they made their way up a longer marked trail. They eventually came to a stop at an erected metal trellis platform, that was covered in camouflage netting. Justin was then guided around until his hands felt the familiar horizontal bars of a ladder and began ascending it. Once he climbed a vertical distance he judged to be about twenty feet, he pushed more camouflage netting to the side and stooped under an excessive roof overhang, into a dimly lit enclosed area with a solid wood floor and panel railings. A porch screen filled the upper half.

“Go ahead and step in further, so I can get up there and then close the screen door. That way we don't have bugs bothering us, while we stand watch from here, over the customers retrieving their cargo." Charley whispered to him.

Justin found the roof beyond the overhang to be at a more comfortable standing height and felt upward with his hands, to find it was four sided and likely came to a point at the top. After Charley closed the door, he immediately set the back pack down and pulled out a large familiar looking black case with two large silver thumb sticks protruding from the one side. The soft glow of the black light also bounced off of something long thick and circular that was currently flipped down along the long edge of the case. He watched as Charley then flipped it up and heard the click of a slider switch, then a large square in between the thumb sticks light up with a dim orange glow. Two symbols appeared with numbers under them. One looked to be for battery charge and the other for transmission strength.

“A toy to play around with at night to pass the time?" Justin asked jokingly.

“This is actually for the boat, to use it as a distracting decoy, in case the expected trouble happens to show up to potentially harass the customers."

“You guys have been doing this for a while then?" He asked while sitting down on the floor.

“A little while. Now stay quiet. We are about at arrival time."

Justin then spotted the first customer arrive at their assigned location and retrieve the cargo, through a night vision capable spotting scope Charley brought along and set up for him. He then heard familiar rustling of clothing behind him and briefly looked back to see the large man taking everything off. He was spotted and told to keep his attention on the customer, while his own clothes would also be taken care of for him. Justin just smirked and shrugged, before slipping off his sandals, then looked back towards the distant customer through the scope. He watched as the man carried the two crates individually back to his boat and then brought a dark duffel bag with him, after the second trip. He then sat down on the crate and opened the single syrup jar, before indulging himself with a little break.

At this point, Charley already had Justin's shorts and underwear sliding off past his feet. The young man pulled back slightly from the scope and kept watching the distant man lick his fingers clean of the syrup, as he proceeded to slip his shirt off past his head and tossed it out of the way. He then watched the man set the jar down and open up the bag, to pull out a dark bunch of connected thick straps and set them down next to the jar. The man then started unlacing and slipping off his boots, before standing back up and began stripping off his clothes. Justin then furrowed his eyebrows, as the man then grabbed the bundle of straps and straightened the mess out into a form that looked a lot like a parachute harness setup. He couldn't see any sign of the parachute compartment, but he did notice the man's cock begin to get hard, as he began stepping into the harness and made small adjustments. The man then sat down and began digging into the jar with all the fingers on one hand, while starting to stroke his hard cock with the other one.

Justin then felt hands on his hips and Charley's beard touch his ass cheeks, as those same hands spread them apart and a familiar warm tongue plunged in between them. He stifled a moan and simply exhaled, in appreciation of the wonderful rimming he began to receive. A familiar hand then reached up to his hardening cock and began sensually stroking it, as the tongue dug in and began moving all over his pulsing anal entrance. Just when he began to really get into the moment and noticed the distant man had already emptied the syrup jar, he briefly opened the one eye he did not have on the scope and spotted curious movement near the location of the harnessed naked man. He nudged the scope a little to focus on the movement and spotted the unmistakable form of an alligator breaking the water surface and moving towards the man.

“Charley." he whispered very softly and reached back to tap his head. “I think we have an alligator situation."

The rimming immediately stopped and the larger man slid a little over his back, to peer over his shoulder where the scope was pointing.

“Okay. I see it now."

“Go ahead and get the remo-…"

Justin's line was cut off, as Charley slid further up his back and put his head right next to Justin's on the shoulder, while intentionally sliding his dripping hard cock right between the man's ass cheeks and then stopping when it made contact with the pulsing anal entrance.

“Are you seriously thinking about…" Justin was cut off again.

“Just watch. Trust me. There is in no way he is in any danger." Charley whispered into Justin's ear and playfully pushed at his anal entrance.

“What. Is it like his pet or something?"

“They are old acquaintances. Now just sit still and relax that sweet ass. I really need to be in you again." Charley whispered and licked an ear, before applying more pressure with his cock.

Justin watched as the alligator then walked up onto the land and in between the nearby trees, as Charley's cock slipped on inside him and over his prostate. He exhaled again and briefly turned his head sideways, to exchange a brief passionate kiss. When he turned his head back, the alligator had cleared the trees and appeared to be walking on… just it's back legs, which appeared to be more… developed? The front legs were quite thick and looked just like huge muscled arms, that ended in fully developed clawed hands. The overall posture was sloped forward, but kept completely balanced on the muscular legs via the large tail dragging behind it. Although it was difficult to tell amid the very dark coloring of the body armor, Justin could swear the alligator was wearing an identical type harness. He was about to ask a question and a hand went over his mouth, as the cock in him began intentionally thrusting back and forth over his prostate very slowly.

“Just watch and enjoy." Charley told him, as Justin moaned into the hand.

The scope was then nudged back to it's original position, showing the man now looking directly towards where the alligator was approaching him and then immediately climbed up onto the large box. He then faced the nearby tree, as he put one hand on it for support and resumed stroking his hard cock with the other one. The man then looked back again over his shoulder, as the alligator finally came into view and slowly walked right up behind him. All sight of the man and the wooden box disappeared as the back of the alligator creature took up the entire view. It was very difficult to see exactly what was happening, but the arms appeared to be maintaining a very specific familiar looking pose. If Justin didn't know better, he could swear the alligator was holding onto the man's hips and had begun to fuck him. Subtle movement of the barely visible hips further confirmed this.

“Bet you didn't expect to see something like that."

Charley increased the pace of his thrusting and kept rubbing his cock back and forth over the prostate. To Justin, it seemed like he was intentionally matching it to the thrusting pace of the alligator. Once again, the persistent prostate milking soon had him on the brink, just as he felt that familiar warm presence begin splashing against that magic spot inside him and then had him releasing his load all over the floor below. This time though, Charley wasn't stopping and kept thrusting… just like the alligator. Justin needed to tell him he had already cum and was being overstimulated. But the hand remained firmly over his mouth.

“Don't bother saying anything. I already know and trust me, you will come again soon. That warmth you now feel seeping into your prostate and warming up you whole crotch area will see to that. Just keep watching and enjoy the ride." Charley whispered with a hint of possessiveness.

True to the man's word, Justin found that familiar impulse surge through his mind, as his cock throbbed and slapped his belly, before his second orgasm erupted form his cock and lasted longer.

“Good boy. Two more to go. You can do it. Your cock wants it now."

Sure enough, Justin's cock refused to go soft and continued to throb, while slapping his belly. Charley began to thrust fast and more of his load began splashing inside, further stimulating Justin to cum again. This time, what shot out of his cock felt a little denser and the hint of a familiar maple smell found his nose. The load this time was a lot bigger and it felt more like he was pissing it out. Once again, the thrusting resumed as it finally ended. But this time, He wanted it to continue.

“One more to go and you will officially be my willing fuck toy, just like the man down there at the drop off point, who gives his ass up to that gator every single time."

Justin was not sure if it was the persistent prostate milking and shooting bigger loads or a secret part him thinking the idea of man being used and bred by a huge alligator beast was kind of hot, but he was beginning to think that maybe living a new life here with Charley and being used himself may not be such a bad thing. As if admitting that he was not against the reality of living such a life, his desire to cum reached an intensity he had not felt before. It was like he had no release for a month and simply couldn't wait another day. The lust that had persistently built up from the previous three orgasms, crashed through his mind like a tidal wave and splashed against any logical thinking, with an acid-like ferocity. Whatever organized thoughts he had up to this point, about everything that had been happening since getting off that last bus, rapidly fell apart and crumbled against the persistent crushing power of his own desire to have that release. He found himself becoming very focused on the breeding pair in the distance and wondered if the man was feeling the exact thing as him right now.

“Yes. I can feel it through your pulsing hole. Let me show you what real pleasure is and surrender to the moment my boy." Charley whispered more possessively.

Before the last of his structured thinking faded away, Justin briefly wondered about his friends and then couldn't help but picture them being pleasured the same way right now or even being fucked by an alligator beast. It then finally erupted from his cock, as a denser and more potent maple smelling stream. There was no surge to it this time. It simply just ran out of his cock directly onto the floor. The amount of pleasure he was feeling from releasing his cum in such a new and potently erotic way, sent his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Oh Fuck." Justin half gasped and whispered, as the hand was taken away from his mouth.

Once his eyes returned to their original place, the hand came back and was coated with that familiar smelling syrup and was pushed against it firmly, triggering him to stick out his tongue and taste it. He then lifted his hand and put it behind the other one, as he tired to push his face as much into Charley's hand as possible.

“Yes. Taste what just came out of your cock and balls. No more need for those white swimmers, that would just complicate your life. This will be your gift now. The more you let me breed you and put this in your belly, the longer this lasts… until this is all that will be coming out of you."

Justin moaned and continued to use his tongue, to scrape the hand clean of all the syrup. His cock continued to throb and persistently release the syrup.

“So you want it to last longer now?" Charley asked expectantly.

Justin just nodded and then felt the cock stop it's thrusting, as it began releasing a lot more of Charley's load inside him and slide on forward to it's destination. He then felt the blunt end of the man's cock go much deeper and touch a part of him inside he didn't think existed.

“Now do like when I took your cherry, boy. Just relax and breath, as I push in."

Justin did as he was told, as he felt the cock then push past the second entrance and slide right into his guts. His eyes rolled into the back of his head a second time and before he could moan loudly, Charley quickly turned their heads and locked lips with the man he was breeding. Both moaned into and explored each others mouth with intense passion, as Justin felt the full presence of the sex syrup spill into his guts and begin to fill him up. The warmth that had originally stayed just in his crotch, was now rapidly spreading down his legs and up his torso. His belly began to gurgle in response of the new gooey visitor and sent various gas bubbles right up his system and past his stomach. Charley did not remove his lips and allowed his mouth to act like a muffler, releasing only intensely maple smelling air around their connected faces. Justin inhaled the scent deeply and allowed it to work on his mind directly and begin the process of simplifying his thinking for his intended function of the night. He then felt his belly begin to distend, as the gurgling settled down and the warmth began crawling towards his head and arms.

“Watch this next part my fuck toy." Charley instructed after finally breaking the long kiss.

Justin's lust fogged mind didn't require any motivation this time, as he refocused on the breeding couple in the distance and occasionally moaned very softly, as his belly continued to bulge and his cock continued to release syrup onto the floor. He briefly wondered if the man was experiencing any discomfort and then remembered how big the wooden box looked during the dropping off of the cargo. Judging from the size difference between the two, the box very likely put his ass at just the right comfortable breeding height for the alligator and him. He then noticed the alligator begin to move it's arms again and saw them move with small focused motion about four times. It was like the hand was adjusting something in front of him. During this time, the syrup had almost filled up Justin's distending belly and forced it to touch the coated floor. He felt Charley begin to rub his hands all over it's enlarged surface sensually, as the Gator began to move away from the tree. The man moved right with him and ended up being suspended in the air, as his feet left the wooden box and his legs simply hung limply in the air. His belly was just as distended and round.

“Look at his face. That will soon be you too."

With those words, the syrup finished filling Justin's belly and began spilling right into his stomach. It briefly gurgled in protest and then quickly settled down, as it continued to fill up. What little focus was now left in his mind, noticed that the man's mouth was hanging open and had something persistently running out of it, as it fell down and across his round belly. The man's arms hung limply at his sides, as final confirmation he completely surrendered to being used as an extension of the alligator's cock. Justin knew this would soon be him and accepted it, as he felt the syrup inside him begin to move up his throat. He watched the alligator begin to walk with his front mounted human fuck toy to the nearby water and was able to keep the creature in view, thanks to Charley nudging the spotting scope sideways for him. The ambient warmth quickly took over the rest of his body and wrapped his mind in it's warm embrace, as the syrup finally found his mouth and began to fill it up. He saw the alligator begin to walk out into the water and put some previously unseen mask over the man's face, before leaning forward and plunging both of them below the surface.

“Let it go now fuck toy. Become mine." Charley whispered possessively.

The breeding couple in the distance were now gone and soon the last mental fragment that was distinctly Justin would be gone too. He let his mouth open and hang completely slack, as he tasted the syrup filling him and allowed it to spill on out, falling to the floor below him. The man reflexively allowed his head to hang downward in final surrender to his new fate and watched as the syrup continued to run out of his mouth. Words failed to describe how amazing it felt to be used in such a deep profound way and how much he looked forward to it being done to him again.

“Let's give you a brief break, while I get you ready for our special swim."

The man that was Justin showed no reaction to the words, as his mind continued to sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of his raw desire to be continuously filled with sex syrup. He didn't even respond to the brief emptiness of the cock pulling out or the presence of the butt plug being inserted into his ass. There was rustling of fabric in the shadows and then subtle tinkling of metallic parts, before a harness was then draped around his body in a disconnected form. Charley then secured all the buckles and made the necessary adjustments for a comfortable tight fit, before grabbing another much bigger harness and tossing it out the screen door. A second pair of clawed hands caught it and held onto the huge harness, as everything else was packed and then tossed down, to also be caught by the alligator attached to the hands. The items were then set down and the creature reached up the ladder, to help Charley with lowering the syrup bloated man gently down to the ground. Once again, Justin was barely aware of everything happening around him or the presence of the alligator. Not even the distinct organic sounds of Charley changing into an alligator creature himself got properly processed in his lust drowned mind. Both creatures then lifted him together and got him secured to Charley's harness, before the butt plug was finally removed and replaced with a large sleek alligator cock. The companion alligator secured the duffel with the equipment out of sight inside the trellis support frame.

“Tine thor that stecial sin, thuck toy. You hill de joining your thriends soon enouth."

Charley and his companion then walked towards the water and then slowly moved out into it. Once they were far enough in, to bring the water level up to Justin's chest, the other alligator presented a modified diving mask and fitted it into place on his face, as the man continued to hang limp in his harness and display the same blank expression, of experiencing radical mind altering pleasure, as the other man he watched. Both alligators then nodded to each and dived right into the water. The syrup filled man that was once distinctly Justin, failed to mentally register he was now under water. His only thoughts were to keep cumming and think only about the endless pleasure it was giving him. Although the very limited vision of a human being would have found the night time murky swamp water impossible to see in, the two alligators had no trouble spotting the outline of the other alligator and his human breeding partner in the distance. As they approached him, more identical vague shapes came into viewing range. Once they caught up to the breeding couple, they became more recognizable too. Had Justin still been an actual thinking person, he would have recognized Will by the eagle tattoo on his shoulder and would have wondered how soon they would catch up to Brad and Joe. But both were now nothing more than continuously cumming syrup filled extensions of alligator cocks, blissfully being tugged along towards a more fulfilling life with real purpose.