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The two otters swam giggling. Tristan dove down a little ways and came up beneath the other otter, Colt. Colt laughed out in surprise and delight as Tristan tackled him from beneath the surface. They were heading towards a small rocky outcropping. It was a small way away from the otter island but it was a good spot for some privacy. And Colt had been trying to get some privacy with Tristan all day. Colt made it to the island first; he began to climb out of the water using a mostly submerged rock. Tristan pulled him back and pinned him against the rock before kissing him. The smaller otter giggled and pulled himself on the rock, followed by Tristan. The two all but naked otter boys kissed again, this time longer and with searching hands. Colt's shorts were the first to go; he slipped out of them and tossed them to the side. Tristan moved over him and slid a finger over his tail hole. It was still wet from the water, and with a little pressure slid right in making the otter gasp slightly. Tristan curled his finger, feeling Colt's inner walls clench around it. He smirked and looked into the smaller otter's eyes. Colt stared back for a second before his eyes lighted on something else behind Tristan and he jerked back with a gasp of fear.

"Sharks!!" he yelped grabbing his shorts and moving away from the water. Tristan moved away also. They stood in the center of the small outcropping for a moment before Colt dove in the water and began to swim away. Tristan followed suit, albeit more hesitantly.

"What are you doing? We'll never out swim it!" Tristan shouted after his friend.

"Well waiting on that rock wouldn't have helped. Anyways; I don't need to out swim him; I just a have to out swim YOU" Colt replied, picking up his pace. Tristan swore mentally. He knew Colt was a faster swimmer. He gulped as much air as he could and dove down; hoping to get under the shark and loop around. It would've worked too; had there not been two of them. The first Shark swam over him without a glance. Tristan surfaced for air and didn't even notice the second shark coming at him. All he felt was a tight pressure around his middle as he was yanked beneath the surface. He struggled against the Shark's arms; thankfully not his teeth; as the silver creature dragged him through the water back towards the small rocky island. Just as Tristan's air supply began to run short; he was unceremoniously tossed on a rock. He coughed and sputtered before looking up to see the shark pulling Himself out of the water. Tristan started to scoot back in fear but the Shark's harsh voice made him freeze.

"stop." The shark barked out standing up and walking towards the frightened otter. The shark was wearing a pair of tight swimming shorts and that was it. Why didn't he eat me? Tristan wondered. Then the reason began to present itself; All 10 inches of it. The Shark pushed his shorts to his knees and grabbed the back of Tristan's head and pushed it towards his emerging phallus. "If you bite then I bite. Got it?" the shark said, his mouthful of razors glinting in the fading light. Tristan nodded slowly. "Maybe if you do it good enough, I won't eat you." Tristan whimpered slightly. He had never blown someone before; usually he got others to blow him.

"But I've never sucked a guy before..." Tristan mumbled, eyeing the throbbing length in front of him reproachfully

"Better learn quick." The Shark said moving his hips forward, his meat bumping into the reluctant otter's lips insistently. Having little choice, Tristan opened his mouth and licked the Sharks urethra experimentally. The shark's grip on the back of the otter's head pushed his head down. Tristan's eyes widened when the cock was pushed in his mouth but after a moment of reconciliation he began to bob his head up and down, sliding his tongue along the underside of his oral intruder. The Shark closed his eyes and leaned his head back, his grip on Tristan's fur tightening, but out of ecstasy rather than anger. Spurred on by his captor's reaction, Tristan took the Shark meat in his hand, moved his head up until only the head was passed his lips, and sucked hard. Suddenly he heard a voice

"Hey Trimmer, it got away. But I see you found yourself someone else." The voice was deeper than the shark he was servicing, Trimmer.

"Yea and he's a little slut too. He's been on me for like a minute now, and it already looks like his shorts are gonna explode." Tristan blushed and removed his mouth to look down. He hadn't even noticed his sheath recede for his otter meat. There were footfalls on the rock behind him and he felt more rough shark skin pressed to his back.

"Mind if I join?" the newcomer asked.

"Be my guest Jet." Trimmer said, letting go of Tristan's head. Anticipating the order, the otter turned around to see the second shark; his muscles weren't quite as divine looking as Trimmer's, but he was still well toned. His dick was already pushing out of his genital slit. Without waiting to be told, Tristan lapped at the swiftly hardening cock. It was thicker than Trimmer's but not quite as long. Jet grabbed the Otter's ears and shoved himself down Tristan's throat. He released the otter to let him fall back coughing as he laughed a little cruelly. He knelt over the otter's head and pushed his meat back between the otter's lips, face fucking him. When he fell back, Tristan's shorts snagged on a rock and were pulled down an inch or so. Trimmer could see the otter boy's dripping tip. "Damn you like it rough don't you kid?" He said walking around him and pulling the shorts the rest of the way off. Jet once again bottomed himself out in Tristan's gullet, this time staying there. The otter wriggled his body as his gag reflex went into overdrive, trying to expel the stiff intruder. After a moment jet offered the sore otter a reprieve and stood up. Tristan sat up coughing hard. Once his fit was over he looked up at his two overseers. They were both looking down at him, with their lengths throbbing hard. It was really sexy.

"Who told you to stop?" Jet demanded. Tristan crawled over to them and took a member in each of his hands and stroked them slowly, deciding which one to service first. He tugged gently on Trimmer's cock, getting the message the shark took a small step closer, allowing Tristan to hold the cock heads together and lick them both. He rubbed them against each other before taking Jet into his mouth while pumping Trimmer. After a few hard sucks he switched, but jet pulled away. Tristan looked up in confusion, just in time to have two of jet's fingers stuck in his mouth. Then he understood; he thought about resisting but really what good would it do? Jet walked around and picked up Tristan's rear until he was on his feet. Trimmer pulled Tristan's attentions back to his pulsating meat as Jet massaged a wet finger into the otters virgin tail hole. He groaned around trimmer's length and Jet pushed in a second, twisting them and thrusting them slowly. Tristan pushed himself back against the fingers while sucking on trimmer; he was rewarded with a dollop of precum landing on his tongue. It tasted very salty, but not unpleasant. All too soon, Jet was removing his fingers and pressing his thick tip against the tight entrance in front of him. Tristan let Trimmer's meat fall out of his mouth when he opened his mouth and moaned as Jet pressed forward, stretching Tristan wide. Trimmer, feeling ignored, followed the otter's open mouth and slid himself right back in, thrusting into the warm wet throat and muffling his moans. Jet, not wanting to break his new toy, went slowly until he finally bottomed out, making Tristan fell comfortably full. There was a pause in Trimmer's thrusts as Jet pulled out, and then they started thrusting in unison. Tristan's legs started to feel like jelly and they let him down to his hands and knees without pulling out. They were out of sync for a moment before they fell back into rhythm; Tristan's face was mashed into Trimmer's abdomen every time Jet's pelvis was pressed to his butt. He let his eyes close, getting lost in the feeling of the two sharks using him like this. They snapped right back open when Jet reared back and rammed himself in, jamming into Tristan's p-spot, hard. Once again he let Trimmer fall from between his lips as he moaned out. The now irritated shark shoved his cock back into the otter's mouth

"If that comes out again, then I'll rip yours off!" he growled. Tristan squeaked and nodded, having momentarily forgotten that these were meat murdering machines. Both of the Sharks began tearing into him with their dicks; now thrusting at their own paces. Jet leaned over Tristan's back and repeatedly buried himself in the otter's tight rear, 4 out of 5 times at least grazing against his tender prostate. Tristan's loud and many moans and groan were muffled buy the length in his mouth that kept getting pushed deep enough to trigger a small gag, a gag which became smaller and smaller each time. Jet's thrust rate increased considerably and he bit down on Tristan's shoulder, growling. His teeth punctured skin and the otter screamed around the cock in his mouth. As he felt warmth leaking down his arm, he felt it blossoming in his insides as well. Jet continued thrusting madly throughout his orgasm and only clenched his teeth harder. Finally Jet released him and pulled himself out.

"My turn." Trimmer said almost immediately pulling away from the bleeding otter's mouth and circling him. Jet also circled him and proffered a softening member to him

"Clean it bitch." He commanded. Tristan looked up at him tearfully before licking some of the shark cum up. Thank god he wasn't dirty in there today. Trimmer Pushed himself in with a low moan.

"Jet you ass; he's barely tight anymore." He said. Jet just shrugged. The otter continued licking the cock clean as Trimmer started pounding out a rhythm into him.

"You know Trimmer; this is a pretty good slut we've found ourselves."

"Yep" Trimmer answered shortly, hammering away at the otter ass beneath him. Finally free of a cock in his mouth, Tristan rested his head on the ground and moaned like he was in heat.

"And he seems like he likes this life." Jet continued conversationally. The end of his statement was punctuated by a particularly loud groan from the Tristan.

"What's your point jet?" Trimmer grunted out, Thrusting like he was rocket propelled. There was a resounding smack every time his body smashed into Tristan's. The abused otter was being effectively fucked into the ground, begin held up only by Trimmer's hands on his hips.

"I say we keep him and take him home. Let the other guys play with him too." Tristan looked up in alarm but Trimmer shoved his head back down; getting close to a climax

"Mmm yea I would love my own little slut. How about it otter whore? Wanna come home with me?" Tristan just groaned, his unpleasured and rock hard cock hitting the hard rock ground with each mighty thrust from the shark. "Answer me Slut!" The shark demanded with an extra hard thrust and a slap to the ass. Tristan blurted out the first words that came to mind

"Yes! Oh god, yes!"

"There's your answer" jet said smirking. Trimmer's thrust began to slow down but grow in power until with one gigantic slam; he began to pour cum into the otter's backside, filling it up even more. When he pulled out, his meat was followed by a cascade of mixed cum. He chuckled slightly at the gaping hole and throbbing otter dick.

"Aw look, he's still hungry." Trimmer said. Jet picked Tristan up, being oddly gentle.

"We'll fix that." He said stepping into the water. The sharks swam back home, the otter in tow.

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