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Sometimes, Jordan wondered if he was crazy. Maybe that was normal, he heard a lot of people wondered about that here and there. Maybe it was a sign of good mental health to question one's own sanity, a bit of doubt might be a good idea and keep someone grounded. At least, if they weren't crazy, in which case it might make things worse. He was no psychologist, it was all just his general idea.

In this case, though, he was definitely crazy.

He was still out at his makeshift campground. He'd been there two days. Well, more like a day and a half. And in the time he'd been there, he'd been raped twice. Any sane person would have hightailed it out of there after the first time, and even a marginally sane person would have bailed after the second.

But Jordan was still there. And not just there, but planning to tempt fate again.

This wasn't something he'd ever have seen coming. Being roughly overpowered twice, by a dolphin and a shark, and then speared and driven to climax and filled to his depths, all without his consent, had left him feeling angry and humiliated. Not as intensely as he would have thought, but he wasn't a highly emotional person in the first place. And the exhaustion probably played a role, too, he'd been really wiped out by the acts, and had taken to bed hoping he wouldn't be inundated with nightmares about what had happened.

It didn't...what came was something very different. His sleep that night had been peppered with dreams of being swimming, grabbed, and fucked hard right in the open. Shapes he couldn't fully remember, but he had a certainty in him that it was either the shapes of Kavi and Sketh, or creatures very similar to them. And they had been HOT - not horrible and embarrassing but erotic beyond all reason. He'd woken up feverishly aroused, had thrown off his sleeping back and stumbled out of his tent, flogging his dick while trying to maintain the specter of the dreams. And he'd never cum so hard from simple masturbation in his life, not even after the time he'd gone a month without pleasuring himself.

Of course, it filled him with a ton of questions, but the most important ones were the most obvious. Why was he getting off to this? Was something wrong with him? Had he stuck around just for a repeat performance? Had he just stumbled onto a depraved fetish that he'd never known about? Jordan was no virgin, but his experience was limited - he wasn't exactly the most sociable person in the best of times, finding himself having less patience for people than others did, which made lasting relationships a challenge. But he thought he'd known himself, at least...maybe this was something to call that into question.

Not really something I'd WANT to be into, though...or want anyone else to know I'm into for that matter. No way there isn't something wrong with me...though, at least I'm not gonna be horribly traumatized.

Still, after he'd gotten a bit more sleep after that bit of relief, his perspective had gotten a bit clearer. Nothing in his dreams had said he was getting plowed without his consent - it was merely a rough fuck, certainly forceful, but one could desire roughness and force. He'd certainly read about those things before, and hadn't understood the appeal at the time...but now, maybe he did. And it made the thought of going down there and giving himself over to it again...well, tempting.

More tempting than he wanted, really.

Because just learning he liked it rough didn't excuse what they'd done to him. And the erotic appeal didn't change the fact that he'd been raped, had hated the feeling of being used against his will. And he knew that going down there might validate their beliefs about him, give them the impression that they could do what they wanted without consequence. He knew he could just as easily go back home and find other, more civilized anthros who were into roughness - hell, he had a draconic friend who he outright knew only liked sex rough, and there was little doubt in his mind that if Jordan offered, he would accept. He could get his kicks elsewhere.

At the same time, running away felt just as much like letting them win. Like chickening out, showing cowardice, and maybe a tacit admission that he knew what they were saying was true but couldn't accept it. Jordan knew fell well that wild-type anthros considered themselves bound by a different set of rules than polite society, a might-makes-right attitude for the most part. Sketh had pretty much said as much. The only way to really gain respect among them was to stand your ground and show no fear. If he left now, he'd never be able to show up again, never be able to try to reclaim that spot for his own enjoyment...and he was just too much of a stubborn idiot to leave it at that.

Funny...if it were humans out there, or other civilized anthros, I wouldn't have a second thought about abandoning it. It's just different with wild-types...they don't feel like the same thing. More like a part of the nature. And when the nature's not cooperative...sometimes you have to do something about it.

And that's when it hit Jordan what he really wanted: revenge. Payback. To show those two not just that he wouldn't be intimidated but that he also wouldn't be overcome. So maybe he was crazy, planning to go back down there again and let them do as they wanted with him. But there was a purpose to it this time...he wasn't going in blindly. Maybe he did like it rough, for whatever bizarre reason, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about what the two had done to him. They thought they could do what they wanted to him, but he was going to find a way to have his payback. Maybe that meant putting his ass on the line again, but he didn't feel the same way about it when he went in willingly...and maybe it would even aid him a bit. Lull them into a false sense of security...if they thought they had broken him, they were going to be unpleasantly surprised.

His rear was still sore from the previous two days of activity, but not so much that he couldn't walk back down to the beach. The water was choppier than the past two days, making for slightly less enjoyable swimming...if he was planning on swimming much, anyway. But he doubted it would stop either of two horny wild-types from doing their deed...which he couldn't believe he was telling himself. Something really was wrong with him if he was planning on carrying out his revenge like this...and that wasn't stopping him for a moment. He slipped into the water and started swimming around, this time trying not to remain too vigilant - even if he was expecting it, that didn't mean he had to be ready for it.

The swim was uneventful for a while; he just paddled around, venturing out slowly farther into the water, farther from dry land and safety. Had the two gone on their way? It seemed unlikely, Sketh had said it was their domain, they probably lived in the area like wild-types usually did, in some natural shelter that essentially belonged to them purely by virtue of their presence. He hadn't seen it, but it wasn't likely to be in the cove itself...most likely it was among the choppier waters outside. They could handle those waters with ease, while Jordan would have struggled mightily with them...most humans wouldn't have bothered, which was part of the appeal for those types. They didn't want civilized society messing with them.

He'd gotten a bit lost in his thoughts when he heard a splash behind him, and a heavy body impact his. He clamped his mouth shut just in time as he was driven under, and strong arms wrapped around him before he could thrash even slightly. He was dragged helplessly through the water, doing his best to keep himself from losing his air as his assailant took him wherever it desired...at this point he was actually hoping it was Kavi or Sketh, and not yet another person whose intentions might be less predictable…

He was under for almost a minute, at the very end of his breath when he was yanked back above water. With his eyes shut tight, he had no clue what was really happening, but he soon felt himself push against rock...and then he was grabbed again, but pulled upwards this time, onto the rock. The sound of the waves crashing was so much louder...as he opened his eyes, he could see that he was out of the cove, in the unsteady waters just outside, still near the cliffs on a flat rocky surface. And standing over him was the same dolphin as the day before, looking down at him with a sinister smirk.

“So, the bitch came back."

“Oof...I don't think it was coming so much as you dragging me here…" Jordan grunted, shifting a bit to try to look up at Kavi more directly. The cetacean's cock was already jutting out in front of him...he'd probably gotten nice and aroused just dragging Jordan out here, where the human was unlikely to be able to escape. That was upping the ante a bit, which probably should have worried Jordan, but instead was doing rather the same thing to him; there was no question Kavi could see his own erection between his legs. “I know I'm a man, but that doesn't mean I have to be manhandled."

“Heh, like you don't enjoy it." The dolphin knelt down in front of him, looming over Jordan with definite devious intent. “You know, you're not the first human Sketh and I have had the pleasure of...not even the first we've both gotten a crack at. But you're the first to come back for a second helping."

“Is that so? You're lucky I'm a stubborn sonuvabitch, then."

“A stubborn sonuvabitch that must like getting fucked by force, chico." Jordan nearly jumped as Sketh's voice crooned out from behind him - he hadn't heard the shark at all! Then again, the waves were awfully loud. “Or are you going to claim that little thing between your legs is just swollen up by coincidence?"

Jordan scowled a bit at the disparaging remark about his size - just because those two were obscenely hung didn't mean they needed to be jerks about it. Then again, they were probably jerks by nature anyway. “Maybe I was just trying to enjoy a nice swim in the water, predators be damned. Ever think of that?"

“Oh, you want us to prove it to you again, then? I think we can do that."

“Oh, gladly...and no going light on you this time, either," Kavi added. The two grabbed him roughly, twisting him around, Jordan putting up an instinctive but futile struggle as they got him on all fours. He barely had a moment to settle in before his jaw was forced open and Kavi's twisting cock jammed its way inside, making him gag. He screwed his eyes shut at the salty, briny taste, thick and strong, very much like the sea...at least it wasn't fishy, though if the other one got to him he suspected that would be very much the case.

Speaking of, Sketh was bearing down on him moments later, driving his twin shafts into the human's multiply-abused hole once again. Jordan might have shouted out if his mouth wasn't clogged - the entry was even rougher than yesterday, with Sketh having no water to slow him down and a much better angle for providing ample force. The two had him dead to rights, and as they started on him, he knew that this was going to be a much different experience out of the water.

“Hah...bet you thought only the water was gonna make it hard to breathe?" Kavi said breathlessly as he worked his dick in, out, and all around inside Jordan's mouth. He was going pretty deep, deep enough to make Jordan have to work not to gag over and over, and he was doing his best to tease the human's throat as much as possible. “I'm gonna make that load I pumped into your ass seem like a drop in the ocean, you're gonna taste exactly what a real wild male's like. It's gonna make those domesticated pansies you've had before seem like nothing."

Sketh snickered viciously, his claws digging into Jordan's hips a bit as he redoubled his thrusts, stretching the human's tight asshole way out with his dual rods. “Can't wait until you blow, puto. You're gonna be ours for a while...we're gonna take you back and make sure you don't leave until you've gotten filled up to the brim with us. You'll be leaking shark and dolphin all the way back to your cities, everyone will smell it on you and know how the wild got to you. Heh, somehow, I don't think you'll care."

That still wasn't a guarantee, but they were making their case pretty resoundingly. Jordan felt overwhelmed, overloaded, but also overly aroused. His own cock was leaking profusely onto the rock, hardly comparable to the pre he was feeling flood his ass and mouth, but clear evidence of his response to the treatment. And he was moaning quietly, it was hardly audible over the waves but he could certainly hear it himself. No question, the force was doing something for him...and maybe that would be to his advantage. They'd think he really was just a glutton for this...they'd bring him to their place thinking they could do whatever they'd like. And then all he'd need to do is wait for his chance...

He could feel them start to get more unsteady in their motions, the anthros clearly nearing their limits...and he was as well, his cock and balls twitching eagerly at the prospect of ceding to them once more. He didn't bother resisting it, let it come and come hard, and was rocked by the power of it - he shot hard onto the rock, squirmed in the grips of the two sea creatures, shaking as pleasure coursed through his body in complete surrender to Kavi and Sketh. And they celebrated their victory appropriately, slamming into the hilt from both ends and starting to flood his body with spunk, two cries of pleasure ringing out over the waves.

Jordan's pleasure only grew at the feeling of being filled so completely. Kavi's cum was pouring into his throat, and back out on occasion when that tip twisted back and shot out towards his mouth, ensuring he got a nice strong taste of the musky, salty essence of dolphin. And the double-barreled barrage in his bowels was quite familiar from just the previous day, soothing on his sore, stretched anus, leaking out rather profusely but a good plenty clinging stubbornly up inside. Time seemed to stand stock still for a bit as the three of them drained themselves, Jordan running out faster but clinging to the pleasure high easily just as long. He could feel his body slumping, being held in place only by Kavi and Sketh...when they pulled out of him, he sagged limply onto the rock, panting, woozy, feeling way more content than he had any right to feel after all this.

“Don't tell me you're worn out already?" Kavi taunted the human. “I still have to fill that ass of yours."

“Heh, give him a little bit...domestic human doesn't have the stamina of a real male," Sketh snickered. “This is good, though, I want the puto this docile when we bring him inside…'ll make it easier to bring him in. Think we can fit all three in one hole by the time we're done with him?"

“Hah! I'm sure he won't mind if we try to find out. Fucker's gotta be a huge dickhound to come try to play with us again, bet he just wants all we can give him."

Heh...you just keep thinking that, assholes. _ Jordan was glad he was panting hard to keep his expression neutral. _I just went fishing, and you two took the bait. Can't wait to see your faces when you realize that...