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GATOR TAILS: SWAMP TOUR

Two men sat at a table, during the early morning hours at the local tavern, looking over multiple brochures that featured swamp tours outside the city. Tim, the stocky built brown haired man, was doing process of elimination. Don, the equally stocky black haired one, was going over the comparative pricing in his head. Aside from them, the tavern was occupied by three more men. Two of them were behind the bar, getting it ready for the new business day. The third was sitting on the other side and casually chatting with them about local news, while also paying attention to what the two men at the table were discussing among themselves. He was also built stocky just like them, but didn’t stand out among the locals as a tourist. The man himself ran his own private swamp tour business and tended to be selective about his customers. Fortunately, he was liking what his ears occasionally heard from the nearby table and chuckled to himself.

“Okay, let’s stick with these four here and drive on out to the small town and make more detailed inquiries with the business owners themselves.” Tim suggested, while picking up the last of the brochures that was not eliminated.

“Agreed. I’ll go get the truck and bring it around.” Don volunteered and got up from the table.

The stocky man sitting at the bar then got up and left a tip, before excusing himself. He then walked over to the table and politely cleared his throat.

“Good grief. Did you raid the local tourist center for all those brochures?” He asks.

Tim looked up from the table and took a brief moment to assess who was now occupying the local space. The man was built just like him and had the same color hair. He also had a lot more body hair, that was visible on his exposed arms and seen beyond the neck line of his bright blue t-shirt. The pants were simple blue jeans and paired with tan work boots. The tan cap on his head looked very used and had the faded logo of some power equipment company.

“We like having options, when traveling and finding our own way around places.”

The other man did his quick assessment of Tim and found the brown t-shirt with the head of a roaring bear cute. A quick clever glance downward showed the man had a sizable soft cock in his black cargo shorts and good size feet sitting in the black sandals. Although the man also had a healthy short full size beard, he didn’t look to be quite as hairy anywhere else.

“Encountering well informed and capable tourists is something of a rarity these days. You two have any particular area you are targeting for a boat tour?” he asked Tim, as the man got up from the table and began gathering up the brochures.

“The same small town that hosts these four here.” The man replies and hands the brochures over, while continuing to gather the others scattered all over the table.

“Hmm, I like the simple humble presentation of this one here.” The man commented, while holding up the strictly line art style brochure for Tim to see.

The other man looked up, after gathering everything into it’s original thick stack, and smiled.

“We both really liked that one too and hoping there is a lot more information about the tour path itself. The brochure keeps things rather vague and doesn’t do much to attract new people to the tour.”

“It was intentional. Everything about it is intended to keep the tour more private and quiet for those that don’t care for the usual more lively and noisy boat tours.”

“Wait. That brochure is for you?” Tim asked and pointed right at it.

“That’s me alright. Still interested?”

“Sure. We are interested. What is the wait time?”

“So far, it looks like you would be my first customers of the day.”

“Okay. Looks like you might be the one we choose. Will have to ask my partner first and get his feedback. Care to follow me and we find out together?”

“Sure. I’m pretty much done here myself. Let’s go meet him. The name is Jordan by the way.”

“Tim.” The man returned and shook hands with Jordan.

Both then walked on out of the tavern and greeted by the presence of an old faded red Bronco, with big tires and beefy off road suspension. The engine idled in a manner that communicated it had a lot of power. Tim reached for the chest level latch and opened the door, before hopping in and having Jordan close it behind him. Don and him initially shook hands in front of Tim through the open window, before having a brief discussion about the brochure and boat tour. Jordan noticed this man had matching clothes and wonder if it was an intentional cute thing they did as a couple. He really liked the black hair and full beard. The man also seemed to have a decent size flaccid cock that was moving the leg of the shorts, as he got up to reach across the truck cab for the handshake.

“The only drawback I see with the tour, that would definitely drive a lot of typical city folk away, is your boat dock location being a bit off the man path.” Don observed and grinned.

“That is also rather intentional. I don’t like dealing with fussy whinny people.” Jordan admitted.

“Well, I already like what I heard so far and inclined to give you our business today.”

“I’m pleased to hear that. My green Jeep with the missing four doors is sitting right over there.” Jordan pointed out and directed everyone’s attention across the street at it. It had a little dried mud slung across its fenders, that accented large tires of it’s own.

“Great. We will simply follow you on out to your boat dock then.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Jordan gave the door a light tap and then walked away and across the street to his vehicle.

Don and Mike waited for him to get it turned around, then followed him on down the street. The drive itself was a little winding, as half the streets themselves had recently been converted for one way traffic. But they did eventually get outside the historic district and got to pick up a little speed, as they followed Jordan down a few long streets that serviced the nearby commercial boat docks. The green Jeep then turned and bounced across railroad tracks, before resuming it’s path along another street that was just asphalt and no marking lines. Don and Tim began having a playful private conversation, as they discussed the featured subject of Jordan himself. The surrounding environment changed quickly during this time, as the commercial structures gave way to dense residential and eventually sparsely populated residential homes on large lots. Eventually there was only the trees on both sides of the road, as it transitioned from Asphalt to frequently traveled dirt.

“Damn. He must live and work pretty far out. I don’t even see the city skyline in the rear view mirror anymore.” Don comments.

“Here comes the rougher road up ahead, that scares away the fragile city cubs.” Tim teases and points directly ahead of the Bronco.

Jordan slows down and makes another turn onto a road that looked rough to drive on and keeps his speed low. It was barely wide enough for two vehicles and the roadside brush hugged it pretty tight. Both vehicles handled the travel just fine and the suspension kept the ride comfortable. The distance traveled this time was a little shorter and soon ended, with the flanking brush quickly thinning and then parting away, to reveal a large metal sided commercial building. The front was open to the outside and displayed to large sliding doors resting at it’s sides. One could see the other end of the building was completely open and had a familiar looking air boat sitting inside it beyond the open entry. Both vehicles came to a stop, before all three men hopped out. Don and Tim looked around and noticed the line of the water rested just past the front of the building itself. Although it was concealed at the front by a concrete platform, the structure was likely completely suspended over the water. A stocky looking hairy man, wearing nothing but dark brown bib overalls and matching cap, appeared from beyond the open entry and waved politely at the two new customers.

“Damn Jordan. Got us two customers already?”

“That I have, Trent. This here is Don and Tim. They are here for a real swamp tour experience.”

“Really. A pleasure to meet you two handsome boys.” Trent greeted and shook both of their hands. “How about you two follow me inside and we will get you ready. I take it you fully read the brochure and know this tour is quite the unique and visceral experience.”

“Yes we did.” Don returns.

“The up close experience is what attracted us to the tour over the other ones.” Tim adds.

“Seeing is one thing. But if one can deliver an experience that let’s your customers actually touch Nature itself out here, then it is worth the effort we apply to each client that does choose us.” Jordan assured the two men, while giving them a quick pat on the shoulder, as he passed between them.

All four men walked on into the building and once their eyes adjusted to the dimmer interior, they could see that almost the whole building was one big empty shell. There was a generously wide walkway that surrounded the docked air boat on three sides. To the left was a walled in space that was obviously the office and essential supply room. Trent directed them to the right and they followed Jordan through an open doorway, then around two overlapping privacy walls. The white tiled space beyond was divided into three sections. The first and biggest was the equivalent of a small locker room, with empty metal cages for individual lockers and a row of hooks nearby, displaying brown bib overalls of varying sizes. The second section was walled off and obviously used as the bathroom. The third section was divided from the locker room by a free standing chest high wall, with multiple familiar metallic wall fixtures beyond it identifying it as the shower.

“The empty metal cages is for storing your clothes. We strongly advise you leave your underwear behind as well. Don’t want it getting dirty with swamp mud… should you accidentally fall over somewhere and get it all over yourselves.” He pauses while they share a brief chuckle. “I’m not sure what your privacy boundaries are as men, so feel free to grab which ever size overalls will fit you best and then go change in the shower. I can stay out here and change myself.” Jordan offered.

“Actually, we are no strangers to the locker room environment and just fine changing out here with you.” Don assured the man, as he began unbuckling his belt and sliding off his shorts.

Tim wasn’t too far behind him and began taking his clothes off.

“Okay then. This will make things a little faster.” Jordan observes, before he begins removing his boots and then his clothes.

Don and Tim quickly noticed that the other man was solidly built for a hefty man and displayed a rather large flaccid cock for a man his size, while stowing their clothes in the metal cages and then browsed to find appropriately sized overalls. Jordan then walked up next to Don and reached for the overalls he knew would fit him best, while intentionally letting their bodies brush up against each other. He then stepped back and turned around, before bending over and slipping his legs into them. Tim noticed the subtle body contact moment himself and exchanged a chuckle of recognition with Don, as they stood and watched the other man intentionally take longer than needed to slide on the overalls. Both allowed their gaze to linger on his large hairy ass and imagined themselves taking turns eating it out, before sticking their cocks in and breeding him. The moment he straightened up, they began slipping into their overalls. Once they finished with clipping the shoulder straps in place, they followed Jordan back out to the boat. Trent was already in the upper level pilot seat, with ear protectors on and patiently waiting for everyone to get on board. Jordan waited for the tour guests to get properly seated and then stepped into the boat at the front part way, before giving a big push against the interior dock with his other leg.

The air boat immediately began drifting backwards out of the building, as the man brought his leg in and sat down next to Tim on the front bench seat. He then pantomimed for the men to reach under the seat and retrieve their ear protectors, as he grabbed a pair and put them on. Once the boat drifted out far enough for it to be fully bathed in the sun, Trent started up the motor and got the propulsion fan up to proper power level, before steering them away from the building. Although the air boat was slow to accelerate, it moved quickly by the time it got up to decent cruising speed. Jordan got the tour started and pointed out various visible features of the swamp, as Trent drove the boat towards the first location of the more visceral experience. Both men could see that Don and Tim were genuinely enjoying themselves, as they unloaded a lot of questions on Jordan about the various animals and plants they spotted in the distance themselves.

Trent then found the planned entry point and guided the air boat off the main waterway, as he dropped the speed for better maneuvering through the tighter space of the inner swamp area itself. Once he was confident the two guests were sufficiently focused on the tour, he slipped his hand inside his overalls and began casually fondling his large cock. He was looking forward to him and his mate breeding the men as new fuck toys. Jordan glanced back once and exchanged a knowing grin with him, before silently mouthing that Don and Tim were fondling each other. Trent just chuckled and guided the boat towards their first excursion stop. The boat soon came to a stop at a decent beaching point on an island, before Jordan led the way off and across the muddy bank to a nearby walking path through the brush. Trent soon climbed down from the pilot seat, as he spotted a familiar unusually large black alligator head break the surface near the boat. It quickly rose form the water and was followed by a pair of broad shoulders and muscular arms, ending in clawed hands. The rest of it below the waist remained hidden under the water line, as it slowly approached him.

“How goes the tour?” The alligator beast asked him.

“Looks like Jordan found an adventurous couple. Don’t know yet, if they are candidates for drones, but will let you know at the next stop.” Trent answered.

Both of them then nodded to each other, before the alligator beast turned and dove back into the water. Trent watched the back spines drift away and eventually disappear, as he unclipped the straps on his overalls and stepped out of them, letting his hard cock spring free and drip, before stepping off the boat onto the muddy bank. He spotted the beginning of the walking path and proceeded down it as quietly as possible, while listening to familiar faint word exchange in the distance. The man still had a little time, before Jordan began working his seductive magic on the two men. Trent slowed down his walking pace and began stroking himself, in anticipation of the fun that would soon be happening. Even at his slower pace, the man soon spotted Jordan in the distance… but he didn’t see the tour guests. Judging from his mate’s body language, he guessed they were busy down below pleasuring the man. More scrutinized viewing of Jordan, showed that his arms were outstretched in front and behind him, as he stood in place and moaned. Trent then stepped on up to his mate and exchanged a passionate kiss with him. He then looked down to watch Tim continue to nurse on Jordan’s cock with enthusiasm. The man then felt a hand make contact with his hip and nudge him to turn a little, as Don then latched onto his cock and began nursing it.

“About time you showed up. What kept you?” Jordan whispered.

“Status check.” Trent whispered back and ran his fingers through Don’s hair.

“Boys are horny. Understandable. Haven’t had decent tourists in a while.”

“You think these two are a good fit for us?”

“They definitely were attentive with everything I showed and told them. They get this place.”

“Maybe they could take over the tour and let us just focus on recruitment.”

“Now there is a thought.”

“Okay buddy. Let up a little. We have a schedule to keep.” Trent said in a louder tone and gently eased Don off his cock.

The man looked up at him, with that familiar look of pure need in his eyes and grinned. Don then got up on his feet and reached for Trent’s face to exchange a quick kiss with him, before speaking.

“Your precum tastes amazing and there is so much of it.”

“Plenty of time to have more later. My mate and I do have a tour schedule to keep.” Trent assures him with a pat on the shoulder. “Now get your overalls back on. I’ll meet you boys back at the boat.” He tells Tim, as the man finally rises back up to his feet and licks his lips clean.

The large naked man then retraces his steps back to the air boat and slips his overalls back on, before climbing back into the pilot seat and starts the engine back up. Trent didn’t have long to wait, as he spots all three dressed men emerge from the brush on the path and then carefully walk over the muddy bank to the boat. Once everyone was properly seated again, he revved the engine and got the boat back into cruising position, before directing it to go deeper into the swamp.

The rest of the trip to the next stopping point, proceeded much like the first one and was a little longer. This gave Jordan time to do his usual tour thing and give both guests a syrup coated masturbation session that quickly brought them both to an explosive orgasm. He then allowed the men to lick his hands clean and gave them both a long passionate kiss. The rest of the trip was more of the usual informative stuff, as the air boat began cruising through the much denser and more dimply lit part of the swamp. The guests finally got to spot alligators more up close and enthusiastically pointed at them, as the boat cruised on by the animals. Trent spotted a familiar one in the distance, as it’s large black head broke the water surface and watched the boat come to a stop at another beaching location. The attached alligator waited once again, until Jordan disappeared with the tour guests into the brush on the island. He then swam up to the air boat, just as Trent had stepped down from the pilot seat and was slipping off his overalls. The alligator beast then slowly rose up in the water.

“Hey there beast. I see you didn’t waste any time in finding us again.” Trent observed.

The alligator beast simply chuckled in response.

“Go ahead and notify the boys it’s breeding time again. Give us a while to get the gentlemen settled in and bobbing happily underwater with syrup bloated bellies.” Trent informs the alligator beast, as he retrieves four pairs of modified diving masks from a storage box.

The man then steps off the boat and follows the footprints across the muddy bank to a visible walking path into the brush. His cock quickly gets hard and begins slapping his belly in anticipation of the next planned event. Three more alligator beasts emerge from the water, near the standing one.

“Trent says he dreed again soon.” The first alligator tells them.

The other three rumble with arousal in response, before all four then turn and dive back into the water. Four lines of visible dual ridges are then seen moving lazily in a predetermined direction, while maintaining a set distance form the muddy island bank. Meanwhile Trent had finally caught up to his mate and the guests, whom were standing naked at a cleverly disguised heavy metal gate anchored in between two trees. The bib overalls were likely already tossed over the gate. To the untrained eye, this location on the island was very dense with vegetation and possessed nothing that remarkable about it. Experienced eyes knew that the additional nearby trees formed a very loose large circle, connected with cleverly disguised metal barriers and additional heavy gates. Jordan and the two guests were already talking about the protective barrier and it’s purpose.

“So you guys had this built to keep the area inside free of unwanted alligator harassment?”

“Yes. It’s a place special to a small group of us boys here in the swamp. We use it to reconnect with our true nature and get a relaxing leisure swim out of it too.” Jordan explains.

“That is where these marvelous toys come in handy.” Trent announces.

He walks on up to the two guests and hands them a diving goggle each. Don and Tim turn them over in their hands, then look at each other a little confused.

“So where is the rest of the hardware?” Don asks.

“Or at least the snorkeling tube.” Tim adds.

“Don’t need either of those things.” Jordan answers and spits into his goggle, before smearing the surface and putting it on.

“The goggle does all the work itself, thanks to these hear mesh covered cylinders on the sides.” Trent points right at the mesh itself, before putting his google on. “Trust us. They really work and essential for something really cool we are about to show you.”

Don and Tim stood for a while and just looked at the two larger men and noticed immediately they were breathing right through the goggles, without needing to open their mouths. They then shrugged to each other and spit into their own goggle, before slipping it on. Jordan then led the way, as he lifted and rotated a very heavy looking latch with just the one hand. The gate then swung open silently, as the two guests walked on thought it after the man. Trent was behind them and closed the gate back in place. Both guests initially saw nothing new on this side of the protective barrier, as they walked behind Jordan down a barely visible path.

“Just a few more steps and you will come across some huge flat rocks.” The larger man in front called back to them.

The dense brush then rapidly cleared away and revealed a huge natural looking swimming hole. It was lined all around by many huge flat rocks, that overlapped and interconnected to form rough shallow steps that went down into the water. Don and Tim looked down at the water near them and could see the additional steps below the surface, but then the reflection of the overhead tree canopy quickly took over and obscured the rest of the view. They both guessed that the swimming hole was pretty deep and were quickly wondering about what could be so special about it.

“Go ahead and dip your toes in the water. Get friendly with it.” Trent encouraged, as he walked around them and on out into the water himself.

Don went first and placed his foot down on the first submerged rocky step. The water immediately felt different and a little dense to the touch. He gave Tim a tap on the arm.

“You got to try this. It feels so different, but nice at the same time.”

Tim then stepped onto the same rock with both feet. His eyes got big, as he looked right at Don.

“Whoa. That feels so weird.”

Both men chuckle, as Don finally puts his other foot into the water.

“Does it feel slightly slimy to you? But in a good way?”

“Now that you mention it. Yes. Are you getting a subtle warm feeling in your feet?”

“Yup. That’s part of what makes the slimy part feel nice.”

“You two could stand there all day and compare notes, or you could just plunge right on in with us.” Jordan suggests politely.

Don and Tim then shrug at each other and walk further out into the water, while cautiously feeling for the next step down. They kept going until they were waist deep and then stopped. The water was beginning to feel really good to them and the warming sensation was now all over their lower half. Their cocks then began reacting positively and quickly became hard.

“That is far enough guys. You look down now and will notice that you can’t see any more steps just ahead of you. That is because you are near the end of the wading ledge.” Trent advised them, as he walked towards their part of the swimming hole.

Jordan soon joined him, before both walked together right up behind the tour guests and hugged them from behind. Don and Tim then felt a large cock push at their ass cheeks and then slowly slip in between them. Jordan and Trent took off their caps and tossed them over into the brush, before pulling the two men into a tighter hug. No words were exchanged at this point, as two hairy asses pushed back under the water and two large cocks pushed forward through pulsing anal entrances. Both of the tour guests moaned in approval, as the cocks kept sliding deeper inside them and across their prostates. The cocks then stopped and pulled back until they were almost completely out of the men. Then they pushed back in and sensually glided across prostates again.

“We are going to fuck you right here. Then you are going to cum. We will then keep fucking you until you cum again.” Trent whispered into Don’s ear. “How does that sound to you?”

“Fuck yes. Breed my hole.”

“Oh, we plan on breeding you alright. By the way, each time you cum… it will last longer and be more intense.”

“Then we will keep fucking until you cum one last time and it will be the most amazing orgasm you ever had.” Jordan whispers into Tim’s ear. “You will keep cumming and not want it to ever stop.”

“That… sounds amazing.”

“It is. Now enjoy the ride.” Jordan tells the man and licks his ear sensually.

The two larger men then began actually thrusting inside the tour guests and immediately allowed their sex syrup to begin trickling out of their large cocks, effectively coating the anal passage of the two receptive men. Then they started increasing the thrusting pace and paid special attention to keeping their gliding cocks right over the tour guests prostates.

“Fuck. That feels... so good. I’m gonna... cum soon.” Don announced between gasps.

“Please do. Milk my cock.” Trent whispers into his ear.

“Oh… fu-.”

Don then lost his load to the water around him and shuddered as the orgasm surged out of with more power than he thought was possible. Trent kept thrusting inside him and held on tight, as he began releasing more sex syrup into the man. Tim wasn’t too far behind and simply gasped through his orgasm. Then once the longer orgasm passed, the men were ready to collapse onto their asses. The men fucking them effortlessly kept them on their feet and continued thrusting inside them.

“Damn. You weren’t… kidding about… more fucking.” Don observed between groans.

“Don’t worry. Your balls and cock can handle it. Notice they are not hurting from over stimulation and your cock is staying hard. It wants it. It needs to cum again.” Don assured him.

Tim also noticed he wasn’t suffering any of the expected effects of over stimulation, as his body surged with renewed need to cum again. He also felt his entire crotch area warming up in a very pleasant ambient way, as his cock throbbed with pure need again. The two larger men started thrusting inside the tour guests a little faster and to get them properly stimulated for the next orgasm. Don was the first to reach this point and leaned his head back into a shoulder and closed his eyes, as he moaned again through a stronger feeling and more drawn out orgasm. It felt like he was both pissing and cumming at the same time. Jordan and Trent looked down, then at each other and grinned with approval. The cum in the water was less white and much more clear now. They continued to hold onto the men, as they shuddered and road out the much longer orgasm.

“Now let’s make this next one special for you.” Jordan whispered into Tim’s ear.

He then slid his cock over the prostate and then kept going deeper inside the man, in one continuous slow sensual plunge.

“I want you to open up and let me get really deep in you.” Trent whispered to Don.

“You… can go… that deep?” The man asked him in between gasps.

“Oh yes. We both can.”

“Fuck.”

“We can also fill you really full and know both of you want it.”

With those words, both larger men then gently pushed past the second opening inside the men, while releasing much more syrup out of their cocks and continued sliding into them deeper. The ambient warmth rapidly expanded through the tour guests legs and up their torsos, as their bellies began to gurgle in response to the sex syrup’s presence. Don and Tim both moved their hands down and noticed their bellies felt slightly firmer. They then looked down and confirmed they were bigger too. Both then looked at each other and moaned, as more syrup was pumped into their expanding gut, then leaned their heads back and closed their eyes.

“That’s it fuck toy. Just let us fill you up and make these bellies round with our loads.” Trent whispered to Don, as rubbed the man’s gurgling belly with his own hands. “I can feel your ass pulsing strongly around the base of my cock again. Someone is ready to cum and we know just the way to make this last one very special for you.”

Both larger men then nodded to each other and slowly walked the men right with them up to the edge of the submerged ledge.

“One more thing.” Jordan whispered to Tim. “Keep your mouth closed and simply breath normal. You can open it occasionally, but you will know when to do that.”

The larger men then gave the tour guests a long sensual lick on the side of their faces, before tightening their grip around the men and stepping off the ledge. All four plunged right into the swimming hole and then allowed themselves to continue sinking, while fully unleashing their syrup flow inside the men’s guts. The combination of all the physical stimulation triggered Don and Tim to come one more time. They moaned long and hard, as nothing but syrup began running out of their throbbing bobbing cocks.

The movement of the denser water around their cocks felt like a strange erotic continuous masturbating stroke. It’s presence around their bellies felt so sensual, as the plunged deeper into the depths with the men breeding them. The swimming hole itself was quite deep and by the time the four men had reached the halfway point, four more much larger black bodies plunged into it above them and allowed themselves to simply sink slowly down towards them. Don and Tim then felt the ambient warmth consume their arms and head, as their orgasm continued to flow out of their pleasured cocks. The combined stimulation of everything rapidly began working on their minds, aggressively shutting down all logical structured thinking and stimulating all simple sex related thoughts. Their soon communicated complete submission to the breeding process, as their arms and legs finally went limp. The syrup that had filled up their guts, was now spilling into their stomach. There was only a brief protesting gurgle, then silent acceptance of the sex syrup visitor.

Jordan and Trent then spotted the four Gators begin to catch up with their descent to the bottom of the swimming hole and exchanged hand waves with them. They could tell from the absence of gurgling coming form the tour guests, that the syrup would soon be bubbling out of their mouths. All six kept drifting on down into the dimmer lit depths, as their eyes lit up with a dull amber glow. Don was the first to open his mouth and release the first dense syrup bubble, as the substance rolled over his tongue and filled up his mouth. He felt truly used at this point and embraced it, as his simple thinking lust filled mind generated only thoughts of sex. Trent then slowly pulled out and handed him over to the nearest alligator beast, as many dense bubbles of syrup ejected from the overfilled ass. A new cock was then slipped inside the man and plunged all the way into his guts, to resume pushing syrup through his body and keep his system stimulated to continue cumming into the water around them.

What was mentally left of the man known as Tim, no longer had a sense of self. That rapidly faded away the moment he felt the new strange feeling cock plunge into him and those huge black muscular arms wrap around his body. He barely registered the distinct sensation of a huge clawed hand resting on his rounded belly and keeping it cradled through the breeding process. His eyes also lacked the ability to effectively focus, when another alligator would drift in front of him and give his continuously-cumming cock sensual strokes. The old version of him would have been initially concerned about having alligators swim around him. This new version only cared about when he would get passed to another one, for a fresh infusion of sex syrup to be pumped through his willing body. Jordan and Trent soon rejoined their brother alligator beasts, fully transformed and ready to sink their cocks inside the two men again. There was no more Don and Tim at this point. Only gator fuck toys that existed as willing extension of syrup spewing cocks, while the alligator beasts continued to pass them around and keep them addicted to the simple pleasure of being used.