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Tripp didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t what he was seeing. The house was a good size, a full two stories and on a large lot. And here he had been worried that his visit was going to be a problem.

He hauled his bags over to the door and knocked. Almost immediately, the door opened, and a grinning shark greeted him. “Tripp! Glad you could make it!”

“Thanks! It wasn’t hard, I’ve got a lot of free time lately.”

“You’re making good use of it in my opinion! Here, let me help ya out.” He grabbed one of the bags and hefted it inside, leaving Tripp to take care of the other. Tripp followed Hauser inside, up the stairs, to a spare bedroom that looked fairly well prepared for a visitor.

“Been a while since I had the chance to use this...I kinda wish I had visitors more often, but it doesn’t tend to work out. I’m glad you were able to make it, even if it wasn’t under the best of circumstances!”

“I appreciate you making the offer. To be honest, I needed a change of scenery.” It had been a couple of rough weeks for Tripp. The company he’d been working for had downsized, and he was one of the employees laid off. It had come as an unpleasant blow, he’d foreseen years of job security there, a chance for advancement, and that had all been dashed. It hadn’t helped that at least one employee who was less effective wasn’t canned due to being the son of one of his superiors...the idea that he’d been tossed out in favor of that twerp was especially grating.

Naturally, he’d made all these complaints to Hauser, who he’d been chatting with online since their extraordinarily pleasant meeting at the hotel several months ago. The two had hit it off well, and without question were seeing this as more than just a fling; however, they’d not had an opportunity for an in-person meet-up since. So after letting Tripp grouse and grumble a bit, the shark suggested he come visit for a while, get his mind off his troubles. It hadn’t taken any more than the mention to get Tripp on board - with a healthy severance package from his layoff, the trip was something he could certainly afford, especially since he didn’t have to worry about springing for a hotel room.

“This is a really nice place, Hauser,” he said as the shark showed him around. The home was a modern design, wide and spacious, with only a few enclosed rooms. It felt very relaxed and luxurious. “How in the world did you afford it?”

“Inheritance. When my aunt passed away, she left me a good chunk of money. My job may be nice but I’d’ve needed a few more years to even think about a place like this! But the best part is out back.”

The shark led him out the back door. The sight was impossible to miss - a massive swimming pool, the biggest he’d ever seen in person. His jaw nearly dropped as he took in the sight. “Whoa! This is amazing...that’s such a huge pool! I can’t believe they even make private pools this big!”

“This was the main reason I wanted the place!” Hauser said with a grin. “They were trying to cater to aquatic types like myself, we almost never buy a place without somewhere to swim, especially in the south. A big pool like this is probably the biggest selling point you could get to a shark!”

“I can see why! It’s huge...and deep, is there even a shallow end?”

“Nope! Uniform depth all the way through, 20 feet from start to end. Capacity is about 80 or 90...you should see what the pool parties are like! Actually, come to think of it, I should have one while you’re here...we can barbecue, have a potluck, get all sorts of friends over for a bash...I think you’ll like my buddies, they’re a lot of fun!”

Tripp nodded, still somewhat in awe. “I’m sure they’re great...I hope I get the chance to meet them! Maybe I’ll need to extend my stay...”

“You know you’re welcome to! You’re not gonna put me out at all, I promise!”

“Thanks, Hauser. Man, a pool like this...It’ll get chaotic with a lot of people. Does it cost a lot to clean?”

“It’s got its own cleaning system built in! Adds to the electric bill quite a fair bit but I can afford it without trouble thanks to not having a mortgage to worry about or anything. Still would prefer that people don’t pee in it, though, or dump stuff in it, that’s just rude! You can always tell who’s gonna be a good guest by who takes care of the pool and who mucks it up.”

“Are you actually able to breathe in here? There’s no toxic chemicals or anything that would mess with you?”

“Yep, that’s why the system was put in! No harsh chemicals, just a top-notch filtering system with just enough stuff in there to keep scum and such from getting in. Better even than the hotel pools, even if they’re trying to use stuff like that more these days. Yeah, messing with chlorine would not be good for me, and I wanna be able to go under and not have to come up until I’m ready!”

“That’s really cool! Sometimes wish I could breathe underwater…man, I kinda want to grab my suit and jump in right now.”

Hauser grinned toothily at Tripp. “Oh, I don’t think so. My pool, my rules, and this is strictly an au natural pool. No suits allowed!”

Tripp raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? That’s not just a rule you made up for me, now, is it?”

“Ha, wouldn’t you like to think so? But you can ask any of the guys when you get to meet them. I’m a hard-ass about it! This is a place for me to feel completely free and easy, and I want everyone else to feel the same way! That means nothing encumbering you as you swim through the water! If I see one, I exercise my powers of enforcement by turning it into scraps.”

“What, do you have something against swimsuits?”

“Yep, I do! They block all the nice views,” Hauser said with a teasing tone.

Tripp stuck his tongue out playfully. “I get it now...you’re a lech.”

“Well, that’s just not fair! I don’t mack on them, I just admire!”

“Close enough! Well, I guess that means I added to my load for nothing then. But I guess it’ll make having fun in the water a lot easier, eh?”

“Oh, you’ve only begun to scratch the surface of that kind of fun…take a look down there, see if you can find what I’m talking about.”

Curious, Tripp looked over out into the depths of the pool. The water was crystal clear and still, he could easily see the bottom even as deep as it was...the bottom was pretty uniformly deep, and Hauser had said, which made the one point of difference stand out all the more - a spot close to the middle of the pool, raised up slightly, with what looked like metal braces situated in certain spots…

“Holy shit...is that...an underwater bondage rack?”

“You like?” Hauser snickered. “Got that installed by a buddy of mine when I moved in, a little housewarming gift of his own. It’s designed for land-breathers...get ‘em bound down there, goggles and breathing mask on, and I can go to town on them! It’s a lot different from the way we did it at the hotel...since they’re not at any risk of moving around, it’s a lot easier to get a good pace going and show you what underwater sex can be like at its finest!”

“Well, fuck. You know now that you’ve shown me I have to try it out, right? But is it safe to be under that long?”

“Oh, yeah, no worries! I know you guys have to be careful when diving but this isn’t deep enough to cause any real issues, as long as you’re not under for more than a couple hours. And I don’t leave anyone down there while I’m not getting busy with them!”

“Well, I’m gonna trust that you know what you’re doing...sure sounds like you’ve done this before, though.”

“Once or twice, though not since we started chatting. I can say it’s safe until I’m bluer in the face, but there still ain’t many guys willing to go for it. I figured you might be, though, since you were nice and adventurous the last time around!”

Tripp nodded immediately. “Hell yeah...I won’t deny it makes me a bit nervous, but I just gotta try it out! You wanna get started now?”

“Ha, you really are eager for it,” Hauser snickered. “Lucky for you, I’m pretty much ready to whip it out anytime. Get your clothes off and let me get everything sorted out...you won’t regret it, I promise!”

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Minutes later, Tripp’s head sank under the water, a thrill setting in as he realized he wouldn’t be coming back up for a good while. His eyes were protected with a set of goggles, firmly sealed to prevent any water from getting in and irritating his eyes. His nose and mouth were covered with an unusual mask, which laid fairly flat against his face, the only real sign of its presence being the tubes feeding into it. He found that he could breathe quite well with it, easily well enough for what they had planned.

Down and down he went, slowly descending to the rack in the center of the pool floor. He could see that the rack was secured quite firmly, plates around the bottom with solid screws holding it in. The braces were also an interesting design, flexible metal bands appearing to be adjustable in size which then could be secured to the frame to prevent any motion whatsoever. He knew he’d be totally immobile when all was said and done...his cock was already nice and hard at the thought of it.

As he reached the rack, he saw Hauser descending down towards him, and gave him a thumbs-up. The shark grinned back at him, and then nodded for him to get into position, or so he assumed; neither of them would be talking much while in this situation. Nodding back, he laid himself down on the rack, holding himself down as his buoyancy tried to get him to rise up again. Now it was the waiting game for him, he laid there as Hauser took hold of his limbs one by one, working the braces down to the proper size before locking them in place. Once all of his limbs were secure, Hauser added one more thing, a larger brace that wrapped around the rack and kept his torso down against it. Now firmly locked in, Tripp tested himself against them; as expected, he couldn’t budge an inch. He was the shark’s prey now...rarely did those words sound like so much fun.

Hauser swam back over him, deliberately giving Tripp an eyeful of his twin cocks as he got himself into the proper place. He stood at the end, leaning over the human with one hand on his twins, pressing them together as he aimed them at that waiting hole. He took his time getting there, though; he’d poke and prod, teasing Tripp, playing a bit with the human’s shaft with his other hand. Tripp wanted to yell at him to fuck him already, but he knew Hauser wouldn’t hear it; he had to have patience, it seemed.

Finally, Hauser seemed to get tired of waiting himself. Leaning over more aggressively, bracing himself as his cocks touched that hole again, he drove in as hard as he could. The water still slowed the entry compared to their open-air romp before, but it was noticeably more forceful than their previous aquatic efforts, making Tripp throw his head back and moan loudly into his tube. His fingers clenched and he jerked slightly against the bindings, his body responding fiercely to the intense sensation, though he didn’t want it to let up for a moment.

And Hauser wasn’t going to let it. The tight wrapping around his twins was divine as always, but it was the fact that they were underwater, in his prime element, that game him a nice extra rush. He gave Tripp a few seconds to get used to his presence again, before starting into a steady pace, his body forcefully pushing through the water to fuck the bound human. Some of the pool water sloshed in with his entry, providing ample lubrication; he wasn’t going to be limited by that for sure.

Tripp was starting to be quite glad for the air tube; although not the most comfortable thing, he found himself very much needing the air as he took the thick mass into his rear. The stretch was wonderful, but it did put a fair bit of stress on him, and he found himself heaving rather hard. As hard as he could, anyway, the pressure of the water made it a bit more difficult, pushing on him and making each draw of air more difficult, he was still getting enough but he could feel the pressure constantly. Not that he minded...in fact, he found it rather thrilling, it was making the screwing more fun, like he was being pushed to his very limits by everything. It was all as good as he had been hoping for, and his body seemed to agree with him, if his throbbing cock was any indication. He’d gotten to the point of feeling his orgasm start to well up rather quickly, but the slower pace Hauser was taking due to the water was keeping him from going all the way over the edge too soon...he started squirming in his bonds, trying to encourage his climax, but despite getting touched in his most sensitive inner spots over and over, he wasn’t quite getting there.

And it was turning into a long haul. Hauser’s energy seemed boundless, but he wasn’t getting off any time soon either; this was one reason the shark liked fucking underwater, the slower pace of it meant he could last quite a bit longer than on land. Over and over he pushed into Tripp, squirting more water and precum inside him constantly, but as the minutes ticked by he seemed to only very slowly be getting closer to his orgasm. The thrill of having Tripp locked down for the duration was helping...even though the human wouldn’t have fought to get away, it was still lots of fun having them captive and at his mercy.

On and on it went, passing five minutes, then ten. It was like a slow-burning candle for both of them, gradually closing in on the finale but taking its sweet time...at about the fifteen minute mark, the bursts of bubbles from Hauser’s mouth were getting rather wild, and he finally seemed to be about to blow. Tripp was the same way, the constant pleasuring finally leaving its mark, getting him right on the verge...one last proper strike to his prostate was all he needed, and all he was getting. Hauser started shooting right then and there, and the last impact just pushed Tripp over the edge, his head jerking back harshly as he began to emit his seed into the water.

The head jerk proved fateful; the sudden forceful motion made the mask slip, and lose containment. Suddenly water rushed in, covering his mouth and nose just as he was crying out in ecstasy. He had no time to draw a breath in, he was forced to close down as much as possible to keep the fluid out of his lungs. But with his body thrashing and writhing in the throes of orgasm, it was extremely difficult to keep from taking a breath in, and his body was rapidly spending its energy to wear him out even more quickly. Worse, Hauser hadn’t noticed, his head arched back as he unloaded deep into Tripp, heavy gushes of seed filling him deeply, slowly adding a pressure inside to rival the one outside.

Tripp’s vision started to swim as the deprivation grew, trying to keep still to conserve but unable to hold back his body’s jerking. Oddly, the pleasure didn’t seem to be fading at all...his orgasm had abated, but not fully, he was still feeling a rush through him that was only hindering his attempts to survive. He kept clenching down on Hauser, about the only thing he did have control over anymore...keeping the shark’s pleasure going seemed counterproductive, though, continuing to distract him from Tripp’s plight.

As precious seconds ticked away, Hauser finally noticed the askew mask and the water covering Tripp’s orifices. His eyes widened and panic gripped him - how long had he been like this? Not long enough to have already succumbed, but any amount of time was too long. In an instant, he kicked a latch on the end of the rig, and in less than a second all the braces disengaged, releasing Tripp from his captivity. Hauser sprang into action then, holding Tripp tight and rocketing to the surface as fast as he could. The two emerged within ten seconds of Hauser’s noticing the danger; by that time Tripp had been without air for nearly a minute, he’d just about reached the very end of his desperation limit when his head met air again. He gasped in harshly, precious air flooding into him and starting to settle the dizziness in his head. A bit of water got in as well, making him cough and sputter, but with Hauser holding him up he was able to focus on catching his breath.

Carefully, Hauser brought him over to the edge of the pool, helping to pull him up the ladder and onto the poolside. There was nothing for a good minute but the two of them panting, Tripp to restore his air and Hauser to settle his racing heart. Finally, he managed to speak up. “Fuck, fuck...god, Tripp, I’m so sorry, that’s never happened before...good lord, that was way too close, I’m sorry, I should’ve noticed right away…”

“It’s...fine…” Tripp said a bit hoarsely. He took a few more breaths to try to settle himself, thankful that he didn’t end up really swallowing any water. “I...it happened right as we both, uh, you know...I guess I should’ve been a bit more careful with my head, I must’ve jerked it too hard…”

“I should’ve been more careful with the mask...I’ll need to find a much better way to secure it so that it doesn’t come loose like that.” Hauser shook his head. “Man, that could’ve been awful...I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to do that again.”

“N-no, it’s fine...it’s never happened before, so there’s got to be a good chance it won’t happen next time. I was really enjoying it up until that...and…” Tripp felt himself going red. “It...actually was kind of a thrill when it happened...at least at first…”

“Thrill? You must be…” Hauser paused before he could finish; no, it wasn’t a joke, he remembered that erotic feelings at near-asphyxiation weren’t that uncommon. Heck, there were a few stories about accidental belt-hangings trying to get that kind of high that had been in the news a while back...this wasn’t that different from that. “Ah...I guess...that’s not actually all that surprising. I don’t know why it happens...I hope you’re not seriously suggesting we try to make that happen again, though.”

“No way...at least, not unless there’s a way to make it happen without that much danger. If I’m gonna feel that, I want to avoid the whole rushing to not die thing at the end there...but I’d by lying if I said I didn’t want to figure out a way to make it possible. I’m...I guess I want to know what it’s like to be trapped down there without a constant stream of air. The kind of intensity when you’re fucking me and I’m getting to the limit…”

Hauser was looking at Tripp like he was insane. Being a shark, he didn’t really have any firsthand experience with that kind of air limitation underwater, but he couldn’t see how it could be arousing in any way. “You don’t have to do that...I mean, just doing it this way was good enough for me, and I wouldn’t even make you do that if you didn’t want to…”

“Hey, when did I say I didn’t want to?” Tripp flashed him a weary grin. “Mishap aside, that was fucking awesome. You can bet I’ll be going back down there again...but maybe you’re right, it’s probably best to be safer for now. I’ll save the daring for after I’ve really thought it through.”

The shark just shook his head. “You’re braver than most, Tripp, I don’t think a lot of people would be so eager to give it another go after that...though I can’t say I’m not glad you’d be willing to try.” He stood up and helped Tripp to his feet. “Whaddaya say we go inside, dry off a bit, and then maybe take things in your environment for a round?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Don’t go easy on me now just because I had a mishap, I want you taking me like you mean it.”

Hauser smirked at him, his mood returning to something much more like himself. “Wouldn’t dream of it, lover.”