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GATOR TAILS: THRILL SEEKERS

What would normally be another day in the swamp, filled with the usual sounds of nature and the occasional air boat gliding by in the distance with curious tourists, was interrupted by two thrill seeking young men. Both of them managed to smuggle their new watercraft into the inner part of the region, where very few people go with any boat. Although small watercraft are strictly prohibited, where the boys were traveling with their jeep and transport trailer, they chose to ignore the regulation. They felt it was worth the risk and worse case scenario, their wealthy petroleum executive dads could easily get them bailed out of whatever situation arose from their excursion.

“Ready for this epic obstacle course Thomas? I staked it out last month and set it up just for us and our new water beast machines." The slim blonde haired almost-non-existent-body-hair young man asked his friend.

“I'm definitely ready to see this place you have been raving and bugging me about since last week." Thomas replied and smiled enthusiastically through his black full beard.

Unlike the blonde one, Thomas was very hairy for his age, as well as built stocky and solid.

“This your first time to the swamp?" Rick asked him, before slowing the Jeep to handle the rougher road he just turned onto.

“First time in any swamp. Dad transferred from a branch operation way up north."

“What do you think of what I shown you so far?"

“I definitely like the food the locals cook. Did you say it gets a lot warmer down here?"

“It sure does and sticky too. Get used to having moist skin when outdoors around here."

“So long as I get to take frequent dips, I can handle sticky just fine."

“Not afraid to sweat then?"

“Nope."

“You'll do alright then." Rick then craned his head forward and began decelerating the Jeep a lot more. “We are just about there."

The Jeep traveled for another mile and finally arrived at what appeared to be an abandoned private dock and boat house. Both were falling apart and were in no shape to be used for anything anymore...except maybe shelter for birds and bugs. There was lots of moss hanging everywhere around and on the crumbling structures.

“This place actually looks pretty cool, in a creepy sort of way." Thomas observed, as Rick got them turned around and cautiously backed the trailer towards the nearby water, until it's back section made contact with it.

The Jeep then stopped, before it's tires made contact with the softer ground. Both men hopped out and immediately yanked off their shirts. Next came the sandals, which Thomas then tossed into the floor board on his side of the Jeep, before helping with disconnecting and removing the protective tarp from the trailer.

“I'll go ahead and make sure the Jeep is all buttoned up, while you get the jet skis offloaded into the water." Rick announced, after tossing the folded tarp into the driver seat.

“Will do."

Thomas turned the crank to deploy the sliding cargo chassis on into the water, then walked down to the water craft and began feeling around for the submerged release clamps. A dull thump echoed up through the water, as the first jet ski came up a little and floated freely on the surface. He carefully guided it to the side and released the companion water craft. A part of him was actually grateful Rick didn't go too nuts and get neon colored jet skis. Both were skinned with a camouflage pattern to make them blend in with the swamp vegetation. Rick soon came back with the ignition keys and attached bungee wrist cables, then tossed one to Thomas and hopped onto the first jet ski.

“Hey, don't forget this."

Rick looked up and got tagged in the face with a dark green flotation vest.

“Thanks mom." He teased, before slipping it on.

“Swamps have pockets of deep water." Thomas defended while slipping his on.

“You ready yet?"

“Ready."

Thomas finally hopped onto his water craft and looked at his friend with a grin of enthusiasm. Rick was the first to start his engine and coasted out away from their docking point. Thomas followed behind him and eventually drifted up next to him.

“Alright then. You know the drill. Keep up."

Rick gave his throttle a quick twist and the water right behind him churned up aggressively, as his jet ski bolted off towards a nearby low hanging sharply leaning tree and then disappeared beyond it. Thomas then throttled his craft and attentively followed the trail of freshly foamed water. He did eventually catch up, just as Rick made a sharp turn and drove through a narrow gap marked with a short white stripe on the two flanking trees. The obstacle course run had begun. Thomas shook his head and chuckled, before turning his water craft and chased after him through the gap. Just as the last of the churned water disappeared, an unusually large black alligator head broke the surface and watched the intruder craft gradually disappear down the water path beyond the gap. It then began drifting towards the gap and disappeared back under the water.

Thomas was not sure how many twists and turns he had made, or low hanging fallen-over trees he ducked under, but he was definitely loving the challenge of navigating the course marked out by Rick. Although he was lagging behind, he could still hear the other water craft ahead of him. He then heard a rather load crack and the sound of an engine revving really high, followed quickly by the sound of someone yelling. Then there was another loud crack, along with a sickening crunching sound, followed by a couple big splashes and then silence. Thomas added as much speed as he dared in unfamiliar territory and immediately directed his jet ski in the general direction of the loud sounds location. It didn't take him long to eventually spot the smoking upside down outline of Rick's jet ski, which had a lot of dark blood splattered all over its surface. There was some smoke coming out of the outlet, while what was left of some animal's leg was jutting out of the inlet. The hull also looked a little cracked and added context to the reality that Rick was simply going too fast.

“You ruined by ski you ugly beast! You deserved to have your leg torn off!" Thomas heard the unmistakable shrill sound of Rick being hysterical, somewhere on the nearby dry land.

He darted his eyes around and spotted a trail of dark blood smeared over a fallen tree. Once he got his Jet Ski near the tree itself, he also spotted fresh barefoot prints in the mud leading up to it. Thomas then heard Rick again beyond the fallen tree, followed be a spine tingling hiss and the sound of something very large persistently slapping the ground and then it stopped. He immediately cut off the engine and hopped off his jet ski, before beaching it's nose into the mud and then secured a tether line to a nearby small tree. Once that was done, he checked his vest pocket real quick and then pulled out the satellite phone, to do a quick signal check. Once satisfied with the result, he tucked it back in and hopped over the blood stained fallen tree. Directly on the other side was a bizarre looking trail left behind by Rick and something large chasing him.

“You missed filthy beast! How are you even still alive from losing so much blood?!"

There was more of the hissing and cracking sound.

“Now you broke my tree branch!"

Thomas immediately walked as fast as he could through the mud and didn't dare try to run through it. The bizarre trail left behind was made predominantly by an alligator, but the blood trail was tracing the path of where a foot would normally be pushing into the mud itself. Was that maybe what was jammed into the flipped jet ski inlet? An alligator foot… or what was left of it? Rick's own footprints were barely visible amid the other prints and tail drag line.

“Good grief Rick. This is bad." Thomas mumbled to himself and kept going.

He eventually found Rick and the wounded alligator, then just stopped dead in his tracks.

“Well look at that. You finally run out of energy." Rick managed to say in between some heavy breathing. “All that flopping… chasing me around these trees… finally tired you out."

The man was just standing there, with his hands on his knees and breathing heavy, as he stared down an alligator only twenty feet from him. Thomas spotted the source of all the blood, on display as a front leg missing it's lower half. The animal was visibly breathing hard itself and would likely not be alive for much longer. He said nothing and remained hidden just beyond a nearby tree. His friend eventually caught his breath and straightened back up, before daring to walk closer to the exhausted beast. He then picked up some rocks and began throwing them at it. The wounded animal opened it's large mouth and let loose another hiss, but it was weaker.

“Yup. You're pretty much done. Serves you right." Rick judged and spat at the alligator.

Thomas then spotted movement near his friend and the unmistakable back ridges of another alligator. It must have tracked all that blood and would soon be upon his friend, with no wounded leg to hold it back. Then before he could react and yell out, the hidden alligator shot forward at astonishing speed. It crashed out into the open and used it's momentum to slam right into Rick, with it's mouth open and seizing a leg all in one swift move. Thomas watched as his friend screamed in both shock and pain, as the alligator's momentum pushed him right over onto the ground and his captured leg made new sickening breaking sounds. More blood spilled onto the ground, as Rick's leg proceeded to visible bend in weird ways within the grip of the teeth. The man continued to scream, as the alligator then used it's body like a counter weight and flung him across the ground, tearing the destroyed leg form his hip. The alligator then remained still and began chewing it up in it's maw.

Rick took advantage of the moment and flipped himself over onto his belly, before trying to crawl away from the beast. Then just ahead of him, the brush was disturbed again, as another alligator shot out and closed it's maw around the man's head. The third new alligator then pulled his flailing form with it back into the concealing brush. Thomas's ears was soon greeted with the sound of splashing water. Then the splashing intensified tremendously, as he envisioned a possible feeding frenzy erupting out in the water among more alligators attracted to the scene. Not wanting to be left out of the frenzy, the second alligator didn't waste any time in going back into the brush itself. Thomas looked around himself real quick and then stole a personal moment for himself, as he collapsed against the concealing tree and then slowly slid down to the ground. He then began to sob as quietly as he could manage and waited for the other sounds to eventually fade away. Mild smoke began drifting in from the damaged jet ski and he figured someone would eventually spot it and come investigating.

He was not sure how long he had remained on the ground, with so many possible bad outcomes going through his head, but he eventually got up to his feet and walked out into the clearing. The alligator was still there, but it didn't look alive anymore. Thomas picked up a nearby branch and walked up to the beast, to do some test pokes. There was absolutely no response and he noticed the bloodied sides were no longer moving either. The man then walked on up to the expired animal's head and collapsed to the ground next to it, before he began petting the thick neck and large head… with tender strokes. What was previously a wounded intimidating predator to him only moments ago, was now a fallen animal that seemed to have died senselessly at the whims of his reckless friend.

“I'm sorry. You didn't deserve this. Rest now great beast."

Thomas began to sob uncontrollably, then fell forward into the thick neck and closed his eyes. In the distance amid the brush, another pair of alligator eyes watched him. Eyes mounted on a familiar unusually large black head, that was in turn attached to an equally huge body. The alligator was maintaining a fairly vertical posture on very developed legs, while leaning against a tree with huge muscled arms folded across it's chest. A big hairy bearded man, clothed in a red t-shirt and brown denim shorts, walked up beside the huge creature. He lifted his red cap a little to scratch his head, before tugging it back down.

“I got the source of the smoke neutralized. Don't need wildlife authorities snooping around and making our usual activity complicated. Some dumb kid made a real mess of things here."

“Henry is dead." The alligator beast pointed out.

“What? Wher-… Oh." The man hung his head low. “I guess that was who jammed their foot into the inlet of that inferno jet ski." He surmised. “That alligator was one of the tour favorites."

“What we do adout that one, Nathan?"

The man walked on around the alligator beast and spotted the corpse of the fatally wounded alligator Henry, along with a man laying crumpled against his neck. Nathan focused on the man and could swear he could hear him sobbing.

“Well. You don't see that from a human this day and age that often."

“He sounds hurt."

“That boy will be hurting a lot more real soon, for killing Henry."

Nathan then proceeds to step away from his alligator buddy and is immediately stopped with a clawed hand on his shoulder.

“He didn't kill hin. The other one did." The alligator assured him.

“So. The one that just got torn to pieces and chewed up out in the water did that?"

“Yes."

“Fair."

“Nathan."

“I'm thinking now."

The alligator beast just sighs and watches the sobbing man.

“He sounds genuinely hurt other what hattened to Henry."

“That he does. You stay here for now and let me talk to him."

“Are you sure?"

“I'm not going to pound him into hamburger now, if that is what you are implying about. This kid did nothing wrong… aside from drive an illegal water craft through private land. But this is a situation we have to fix somehow and keep unwanted attention from disrupting our community in the swamp. We need to know what sort of man we are dealing with here."

Thomas eventually regained enough of his senses to hear someone approach from behind him. His fight or flight impulses began to kick in and the first thing that popped into his head, was having to deal with a wildlife ranger. He was not looking forward to this conversation, but someone had to take responsibility for the mess Rick made in such a short time. The man slowly got to his feet and wiped the tears away with his forearm and hands. He sniffled a little and raised his face to the air, while taking a couple deep breaths.

“Okay Ranger. Lay it on me. I know how bad this looks and will try my best to explain how it happened. I did see the whole thing after all." Thomas directed behind himself and then slowly turned around, before stopping and furrowing his eyebrows, while looking right at Nathan.

“As flattering as Ranger sounds, I am not that sort of person. However, I am the owner of the private property you are now standing on, son. We need to have a civilized discussion about what happened here and then decide on a course of action that will get you in the least amount of trouble."

“I didn't…" Thomas choked a little. “I didn't do any of this. We were both just out riding our jet skis and then he got far ahead of me. By the time I caught up to him, things were already bad."

“Okay. Did you call for any help yet about any of this mess?"

“I planned on it, once I got calmed down enough to talk, but have yet to even…"

Thomas sniffled and just started sobbing again. Nathan slowly and carefully walked up to him, then stood within breathing distance of the man. As he suspected would likely happen, the man stepped forward and collapsed against him. He then continued to sob and put his arms around Nathan. The bigger man returned the gesture and slowly rubbed the man's back, while looking at Henry's silent form and allowing a couple tears to fall from his own eyes. He then gently pried Thomas away from him, when the sobbing stopped and had the man look him in the eyes.

“You ready to tell me more?" Thomas nods his head.

“I saw him. He was holding a bloodied branch in his hand, when I finally got here. Your pet alligator had somehow barely touched him and yet Rick managed to land some damaging blows to where the skin was softer."

“Well, Henry was fighting back with a severed leg and bleeding out. The welts on his sides couldn't have come from anything else but a large stick being swung at him."

“Rick was just so mad. I could even hear him from far away, before seeing him. He just stood there, as Henry struggled to hang on, and kept yelling at him. Accusing him of ruining his precious day. Condemning him as some monster. I had never seen my friend act like that before."

“I saw round welts on the neck too."

“Rocks. Once he was done with the insults, he walked up and began throwing rocks at him too." Thomas paused for a while and turned back towards the dead alligator. “Rick is now dead. Isn't he?"

“When I finally showed up here, to see what all the noise was about, there was plenty of bloodied water and pieces of someone flung against a tree trunk… here and there. One doesn't get any more dead than that."

Thomas nodded and finally slipped off his vest, letting it drop to the ground, and continued staring at the lifeless corpse of the alligator.

“So what happens to me now?" He asks with a hint of nervousness.

“I have friends already on their way here, to clean up the mess. We prepare for the worse and… well… this is pretty bad. For the moment, you can come back with me to my house. We will get you cleaned up first and then concern ourselves with what to do next. You been through a lot, son. Don't fault youself for being a complete mess right now."

Thomas turned back and looked at Nathan with a puzzled look on his face.

“I know enough now, about what happened here, to actually trust that you won't cause any more trouble and be fully cooperative in this situation. What happened to old Henry is very unfortunate, but that wasn't you. I see no reason to harm you and my buddies will share that sentiment, once everything is explained to them." Nathan then extended his hand out to Thomas. “Come on. My truck is nearby and you can stay there, while getting calmed down… and cleaned up a little too. I'll help with the cleaning, before coming back here to get things started with my buddies."

Thomas looked down at himself and finally noticed every inch of his lower half was covered in mud and alligator blood. He sighed heavily and bent over to pick up the vest, then handed it over to Nathan, before he began walking with the man. The alligator creature made sure to duck down into nearby brush, as the two men passed by his observation spot. True to Nathan's word, his truck was nearby and looked like it had recently plowed through a lot of mud. It also set up a little further off the ground than most trucks. The bigger man walked on up to it and opened the driver side door, before tossing the vest in behind the bench seat and reaching in to pull a large towel back out. He handed the towel to Thomas and then stretched to reach over the truck bed edge. He pulled back out a long rubber hose, with a twist valve and spigot on the end. Nathan twisted the valve and water immediately began coming out the end, splashing onto the younger man's muddy legs where ever he directed the hose.

“Good thing we didn't wait any longer before doing this." The bigger man commented, as he used the other hand to help with getting rid of the mud. “Don't worry about getting the towel dirty or even getting completely clean. Just need to make you look more normal for the moment."

Thomas actually allowed himself to snicker slightly, while watching the man.

“That was an encouraging sound, son. You will be just fine." Nathan observed and then straightened back up, before switching off the valve. “Now you need to loose the shorts and whatever you wear under them. Then wrap the towel around you and have a seat in the cab."

Before Nathan began to turn back towards the truck bed with the hose, Thomas flung the towel over his shoulder and immediately slipped his shorts down and then stepped out of them. The bigger man took brief notice that no underwear followed and then proceeded to put the hose back up. When he turned back around, Thomas was simply holding onto the towel and holding up the ruined shorts.

“Ah. Thank you." Nathan commented, as he took the shorts and then deftly tossed them into the truck bed, with a noticeable wet thud. “We can take care of those later."

Thomas just nodded and walked around the front of the truck. He was then spotted through the open driver door, as he opened the passenger door and tossed the towel down onto the seat, then climbed inside the cab. Nathan exchanged a nod with the man, just as both heard the engines of two more trucks approach form behind them and stop. Thomas looked at the side view mirror and noticed they matched Nathan's truck exactly. Perhaps the man owned a farm.

“Follow me boys. We got some serious work to do. Don't mind the kid. Just an unfortunate recovering victim." Nathan called out.

Thomas then closed his eyes and leaned his head back against a head rest, as his ears heard multiple heavy booted footsteps walk right by the truck and then off into the distance. Then it was just him and the ambient sounds of the surrounding swamp. He eventually dosed off and was awaken again, by the sound of the trucks behind him starting up and the driver side door closing. Thomas raised his head and looked over at Nathan, then let his mouth hang open a little. Save for the cap on his head, the bigger man was completely naked and a little damp. He just looked back at the shocked man and grinned, before shrugging and starting the truck.

“We are just simple country boys out here, son. No one on my land but me and my buddies." Nathan started, as he turned the truck around and followed the other two away from the massacre location. “Nobody usually gets on my land unless we let them. You and your deceased buddy being among the rare adventurous exceptions. This affords us a lot of welcome privacy, allowing us to live our life in a manner that makes us happiest as a family."

Thomas then glanced down and noticed the cock on the bigger man was actually hard and quite large, he then remembered he had woken up with an erect penis himself and looked down to notice that it was staying hard. He then began to feel self conscious and moved to cover himself up, with the part of the towel that was not under his ass.

“Don't bother and just relax, son. Just us men in this truck." Nathan assured him.

The two of them then continued on down the road, as Thomas simply looked out the open window and watched the roadside brush drift on by the truck. He found his mind drifting and wondering about what sort of living conditions he could maybe expect, once they arrived back at Nathan's house. If the men truly did live as what was stated, what did that mean for living conditions in the house itself. Was it like some frat houses he had seen on messier days or was it decked out in a fashion akin to a hunting lodge like up north? He then began to wonder just how free the men lived among each other socially. Did they maybe sleep together and have sex? This line of thinking then led to more questions popping into his head and made him wonder how much of this life was kept guarded from the occasional rare visitor. So many questions flowed through his head and so many ended up with answers that was keeping his cock hard. Thomas actually didn't mind the sexual mental distraction, as each possible answer manifested. It was easier that way, to not think about the gut wrenching disastrous mess from earlier.

Nathan occasionally looked over to Thomas and made sure he was okay. Each time he saw the man simply looking at the window, with a look of being lost in his thoughts. The bigger man would then glance down at the man's lap and notice his cock remaining hard, as it occasionally thumped against his belly. He simply kept quiet and did nothing to disturb the moment, while grinning to himself and directing his attention back to the two trucks in front of them. He eventually had to break the silence, as the three trucks passed over an old cattle gate and entered the back wooded part of the farm itself. All three trucks then slowed down and coasted along, under the shade trees covering the back entry road in a canopy. He allowed his one hand to drop down onto the middle of the seat and then allowed his own cock to beginning slapping his own belly and drip a little.

“The farm is very old and use to have lots of animals on it. You will spot quite a few buildings in the process of falling apart and collapsing in on themselves, once the trees break."

Thomas looked forward beyond the other two trucks and could see the edge of the woods approaching, as well as sun bouncing off a couple of barn roofs that looked very warped and possibly touching the ground at one corner. He then put one hand on the dash and scooted forward on the seat, to possibly get a better view. His other hand happen to land right on Nathan's hand, but the larger man said nothing and kept it in place. The truck was soon completely bathed in sunlight, as it finally broke free of the treeline and continued following the other two on up to a large barn that looked to still be completely intact. Weathering had reduced it's original finished color to gray, speckled in places by white paint still clinging to the sides. It had the overall look of a large hay barn, complete with open huge ground level doors and the open large loft access door above it. The two forward trucks drove on in through the open doors and stopped side by side, just as the truck with Nathan and Thomas entered.

“I didn't see any farm house." Thomas pointed out, as he watched the other four men climb out of their trucks naked and walk over to to an elevated platform.

The interior beyond the trucks was open all the way to the other end, occupied only by various kinds of farm equipment parked to the side in oversize stalls. This left the middle path completely open for the trucks to cleanly drive right through the barn and out the other open doors. Thomas looked back towards the elevated platform and noticed just beyond it was a finished interior wall, with a lot of hooks mounted on it. Some of them were occupied with various types of work clothes and a few were empty. The other men were already up on it and walking through an open doorway.

“The original farm house was destroyed by a fire a couple years ago." Nathan finally answers, as he climbs out of the truck and walks over to the platform. Thomas follows right behind him and forgets about the towel. “Since we were already in the process of fixing up the old loft into our new living space, there was not much push to rebuild it. The farm house was the huge collapsed pile of burnt lumber by the way." He comments, before ascending two steps and then stops and turns around right in front of Thomas on the platform. “The equipment you see in the stalls is about all that gets used these days. May not raise animals anymore, but still have various fields for different crops."

Nathan continues talking about the hay barn and farm, as the sound of water spraying tiles bleeds out through the open door. He notices Thomas made no effort to ascend the steps and remained in place, distracted by the bigger man's bobbing dripping cock. He says nothing and continues talking, while occasionally stepping closer to the edge of the platform, where the younger man was standing. By the time Nathan finishes talking about everything related to the hay barn and the farm, he had his cock hovering only a few inches away from Thomas's face and knew without even looking down, a warm mouth would be soon wrapping it's lips around it. He did not have long to wait, as he watched the young man reach forward with his hands and gently grab hold of Nathan's cock. Both men finally looked right at each other, as an encouraging hand went behind Thomas's head and pulled it onto the dripping shaft. The younger man's lips parted and then slid right over the dripping end of the flesh.

“There you go son. Taste that cock and suck on it for as long as you like."

Thomas's tongue was immediately greeted with how wonderful the precum dripping out of it tasted and immediately began sucking on the cock with more enthusiasm. His attentiveness was rewarded with an increased flow of the sweet maple tasting precum itself. He closed his eyes and moaned around the cock, as he moved his hands to Nathan's hips and began caressing them. The larger man began running his fingers through the young man's hair and encouraged the head to begin bobbing on his cock. Neither one bothered to pay attention to the sounds beyond the open doorway changing, as the water stopped running and the sounds of moaning men replaced it's splashing sound. There was also the occasional sound of something heavy dragging across the tile floor and a curious deep gurgling sound coming from inside the room. Nathan then stopped his head caressing and gently nudged the man off his dripping cock.

“Now. How was that son?" He asked the younger man, while looking into eyes that begun to glaze over with lust.

“It tasted wonderful and there was so much of it." Thomas replied.

“Would you like more?"

“Lot's more."

“Perhaps… see about putting it in your belly directly?"

“Fuck yes. I want to feel your cock in me."

“Then let's finish this in the shower with my buddies."

Thomas didn't say another word and finally walked up the steps, then followed Nathan through the open doorway. The shower room itself was very unconventional and used black tiles for the walls and floor. It's space was large and completely open, with no windows and very dim lighting reflecting off a black ceiling. But this was not the most striking feature in the room at the moment. Within the dim lighting one could easily see the four men were not alone and were being fucked by very large black two legged versions of alligators, while standing on an elevated tile platform and holding onto a heavy rail in front of them. Thomas saw four pairs of amber eyes look right at him and completely froze in his tracks. He was gently gripped by the shoulders, as Nathan then whispered into his ear.

“Don't worry son. As you can see, these are special gators. They don't eat men. They just fuck them and fill them up with their wonderful sweet tasting sex syrup."

Thomas's eyes then got big, as his mind made a quick mental leap. The distinct smell of maple syrup flooded into his nose, triggering his cock to immediately respond and slap his belly.

“Wait. Your precum tasted sweet and there was a lot of it."

“Oh I have much more to give you and would really like it if you let me make your belly round with my delicious load."

“Fuck. That sounds great."

“It is indeed."

Thomas squinted his eyes and could see all four men already had round gurgling bellies, that were being cradled by a single huge clawed hand. The other clawed hand gripping the shared railing of the breeding platform.

“Does it hurt?"

“Look into their eyes and tell me if they feel any pain."

Thomas didn't have to look long and knew that distinct facial expression, displayed by a man experiencing the best orgasm in his life. The men were staring off into empty space, as a steady stream of the sex syrup connected the floor with their hidden cocks.

“Now how about you step up on the platform and let this big gator finally breed you."

The younger man adjusted his vision and spotted the vague outline, of the previously unseen platform right in front of him. A part of him at this point was not really surprised that Nathan was one of these huge alligator beasts. That same part actually found it pretty hot, that he would soon be taken and used just like the four men in front of him. Thomas then carefully stepped forward and climbed up onto the platform. The moment he got his feet firmly planted on it and leaned over to grip the railing, he heard some water being turned on and then felt it's warm presence cascade over his body. He moaned with approval and straightened up, before turning slowly and allowing Nathan to wash him off more thoroughly. Thomas then went back to standing in his bent over position and allowed Nathan to wash his legs off really well. The water soon stopped cascading over the man's body, before he felt hands grip his ass cheeks and spread them, as a bearded face pushed right in between them.

He then felt a strong warm tongue make contact with his pulsing anal entrance and proceeded to lick all around it firmly, while occasionally pushing a little into him. Thomas groaned and moaned with approval, as he pushed back against the talented tongue and watched directly ahead of him, as sex syrup began running out of the open gaping mouths of the four men. The sheer potent eroticism of the moment was simply too much and the younger man felt himself orgasm from the combined environmental stimulation. Nathan moaned directly into his twitching anal entrance and continued to lick it, as Thomas proceeded to spray his cum load all over the platform and the floor beyond it. The talented tongue and bearded face then left his ass cheeks.

“Very nice. Now let's get the next three out of the way."

“I…" Thomas pauses for a quick breath. “...might need a moment. Head is spinning a little."

“Don't worry. The syrup helps you recharge faster." Nathan assures him with a different and much deeper voice.

Thomas then hears very distinct organic sounds erupt behind him, as flesh distorts and shifts on the larger man's body. He hears a few pops as well and decides to keep his focus directly ahead, as the syrup running out of the four men's mouths begins to surge out of them in ripples. The younger man was enthralled by the potently erotic sight, seeing the men literally used as living extensions of a cock. He then felt a slick leathery presence make contact with his back, as huge muscular arms came into view and gripped the railing with equally huge clawed hands. Next he felt huge hips slide into place over his own and then felt subtle movement right over his ass, before feeling a slick warm presence extend out between his ass cheeks.

“It goes in snall." The transformed Nathan tells him.

The younger man then feels the blunt end make contact with his wet pulsing hole and slides on inside him with only a little difficulty. It's presence then grows quickly, until it's full size is felt sliding inside the anal cavity of the man and begins stimulating him from the inside, as it begins gliding across his prostate. Thomas gasps and groans in positive response to feeling such profound sensations for the first time in his life.

“This your thirst tine."

“Y...Yes."

“Enjoy it."

Thomas feels the cock grow even bigger and acquire a noticeable bend to it, while a new presence is felt by his throbbing prostate.

“This hill theel great."

The presence grew until it felt like there was a lubed bent finger sharing the space over his prostate with the cock. The stimulation was electric to him, as it was intentionally glided back and forth across his prostate. Thomas groaned again with approval, as his system was triggered to rush towards a second orgasm. He then felt it shoot out of his cock with more force than the previous one, along with it lasting longer. The younger man half gasped and groaned, as the cock thrusting inside him then continued it's motion and quickened it's pace. He also felt something rather dense and warm begin to splash all over the thin tissue barrier separating his prostate from his anal cavity. He then remembered what he was told before the breeding, the moment he felt it soak into his prostate and an ambient warmth began radiating throughout his crotch area. Thomas couldn't help but arch his back and press as much of himself back against his alligator breeder, in gratitude for the exquisite breeding treatment he was receiving from Nathan.

“M...More. I need... more in me." He requested in a half whisper.

“I shall githe you nore ny thuck toy."

The thrusting inside Thomas continued and picked up the pace, as more of the dense syrup splashed against his magic spot. His cock throbbed hard and slapped his belly frequently, as another orgasm crashed through his body and then surged out of his cock with greater presence this time. He noticed this one felt different and flowed a little different out of him. His nose even detected the maple scent also being closer this time. He then looked down and noticed his cum had changed and was noticeably a loot clearer, while also not exactly shooting out of his cock. Just surging out of him and immediately falling to the tile floor. It felt like he was cumming and pissing at the same time and watched as it continued to flow out of him. Thomas moaned with approval, as he witnessed his own cock do this new thing that felt even better than a normal orgasm. Nathan continued to thrust in him, as more syrup splashed inside of him and the ambient warmth began spreading outward through his legs and up his lower body.

“It feels… so good."

“It gets detter." The breeding alligator assures him.

Another orgasm begins to surge through his system, as the cock glides forward across his prostate one more time and then continues onward until it touches a new spot inside him.

“Just thocus on cunning, let yourselth go and let ne in." Nathan tells him.

Thomas then felt it surge out of his cock one more time and found himself at a loss for words at how much better it felt this time, as nothing but syrup finally flowed out of his cock in a steady stream. He could feel his prostate throbbing, but in a good way, as it continued to pump the syrup through his cock continuously. He completely let go and allowed the cock to pass on through and plunge into his guts. The syrup then began gushing into him and started the process of filling him up.

“F… Fuck."

“Yes. Take it all."

The younger man heard his belly begin to gurgle, as the ambient warmth quickly consumed his entire belly and the syrup continued to flow out of his cock in a steady trickle. The gurgling soon subsided, as he reached down and felt his belly literally expand slowly in his own hands. He then felt a huge clawed hand reach over them and tenderly cradle it.

“Let ne hold it thor you."

Thomas removed his hands and placed them on the railing, as he watched his own belly steady grow in size and the ambient warmth begin to travel up to his lungs. His cock wanted to throb and bob more frequently, but soon got trapped under the expanding presence of his belly. He then felt the dense liquid move inside him towards his stomach and then splash against it's entrance. The man then could feel it's warmth slowly seep into it, before it finally broke through and began flooding it as well. Although his stomach gurgled in protest to the intruder at first, it quickly settled down and accepted the liquid visitor. Thomas knew it wouldn't be long now and wondered which would happen first. The syrup coming out of his mouth or him loosing his mind, as it sank into the abyss of the pure desire rising in him. He got his answer soon enough, as the ambient warmth finally reached his head and arms. He could feel something now flowing through his mind, stimulating everything connected to sex and numbing everything else. He could feel his own thinking rapidly grow simple, as logical structure began melting and collapsing under the relentlessly wave of his lust.

“I can theel it. You are now nine thuck toy."

The younger man no longer cared to focus on anything in particular. He just closed his eyes and simply wanted to feel, as the syrup began crawling right up his throat. Thomas let his head hang down in submission to his new purpose, as the dense maple flavored substance finally touched his tongue and began filling up his mouth. It tasted just like what he sucked out of Nathan earlier and there was a lot more of it, as it continued flowing through him and up to his mouth. He then finally let his mouth hang open and allowed the syrup to spill out of it onto the tile floor below. His ability to process the proper thought structure to speak was completely gone now. The man was now thinking about only one thing. He wanted to cum and keep cumming. The person that was previously Thomas was now gone. The new person existed only to be bred and filled by the alligators, whenever they desired to fuck him. His belly finally stopped expanding and the syrup flowing through him then began to surge harder. The syrup then started flowing out of his cock and mouth in ripples, further establishing his surrender to being used by the alligator for pleasure.