Shady Entanglement
#1 of Deep Ties
Deep Ties - Chapter 1 - Shady Entanglement
Story by Gerik and Cealan as a co-authored piece.
Cealan was a bit nervous about the first day of work as an independent fisherman, and he hoped he'd get his sea-legs rather quickly as he stepped onto his fishing vessel. Cealan was an orca, a rather impressive looking one at that, but he had rarely used boats in the past, choosing instead to swim nearly every day for his workout. The shape of that muscled body made it apparent he worked out quite often, although he currently had it hidden under a standard fisherman-style raincoat, a set of yellow waders and a northwest hat. His outfit looked about as shiny as the orca's smooth flesh and he pretty much only wore them because other fishermen did, not because he needed them. His body was tall and smooth, his skin rubbery to the touch with a layer of oil that'd make a wandering paw slide right off as if it was soaped up. His coloring was a bit off though, in that the killer whale was dark sea-green and white, rather then the usual black and white of his kin. This seemed to allow his more recent ancestors to hide in kelp fields and be slightly less visible in shallower depths.
The orca walked proudly to the helm of his brand new fishing boat. Well... new to him. It was actually a very used fishing vessel whose previous owner had disappeared out at sea, but the boat was cheap and in relatively usable condition. Cealan had quit his job, taken a loan, and was now the proud owner of a floating rust-pile with an equally unimpressive motor. The boat was just around 40 feet long in total with a fresh coat of white paint. The only defining color on it was a red stripe that ran down either side with the name of the boat painted in the same red on the back. It was definitely more of a personal hobby type of fishing boat, although it was large enough to carry the orca and a decent load of fish. It even had a small covered steering cabin towards the front with a table and modernized dash. Most of the deck sat towards the rear of the boat, where it had a squarish 15 by 15 foot flat area made to dump a haul into the boat from a net. There were two holes leading to the same ice-boxes for caught fish, one being a trap-door on the deck, and one smaller opening just behind the helm.
The killer whale turned the key, hoping for the best as he watched the gauges come to life. The coughing noises the boat made when starting up would have gotten it put down had it been a pet, but after the large diesel engine had warmed up a bit, a low rumble was a relieving sound to be heard. The orca wanted his first day to go perfectly and had tried to prepare as much as he could.
He'd gone to the local tavern and asked around about good fishing spots. Most had told him obvious fakes to keep the competition away, but a particular shark seemed friendly enough to lend a hand by giving GPS coordinates of an old location he had fished back in the day. The shark had given up his life as a fisherman to become a day-time laborer instead, and it was obvious he labored hard given the muscled physique and tattoo printed on his chest. He was practically a canvas for the local tattoo parlor with the impressive, tribal design printed all over his visible front. He hadn't heard of any place in town being able to do designs that precise, but the whale assumed the shark was more of a drifter type anyways and had gotten it done elsewhere.
With scribbled coordinates in hand and a broad smile on the fisherman's beak, the orca pulled out of the dock and set sail for the first fishing trip of his life. The engine roared to life and began propelling the large tub forwards, but not after sputtering its disapproval. The water was flat, the wind was calm, and overall it looked like the perfect day to be out on the ocean. The sun's brightness beat down over the vessel, but he was nice and cool inside thanks to a gentle, salty breeze that flowed through the cabin occasionally.
Cealan looked back towards the land he was leaving, watching the coast-line slowly fade into non-existence before it disappeared altogether. He was alone for once, free from anyone watching, judging, or even hearing. The lone orca walked out onto the back of his boat, watching the small waves form and then slowly disappear from the rumbling motor. The vibrations ran up through his body and he just closed his eyes, letting out the longest, most pleasant sigh of relief he'd ever experienced. This is why he wanted to be a fisherman, and it was exactly as perfect as he'd dreamed. He then remembered he needed to get ready. The trip wasn't a vacation, even if it felt like one.
Walking over towards the storage area of the boat, the orca began situating the supplies he planned on using during the fishing expedition. The boat came with a large net that had a pretty nasty rip right in the middle, but it only took a day or two for the orca's nimble fingers to fix. The net was practically good as new, and had all the attachments he needed to drag behind the boat at low speeds. He'd also brought his old rod and hook to keep him busy while the net was in the water gathering. Unfortunately there was a knot the size of his fist around the spool, so he bit off the knot, knowing it'd be hours before he got a tangle that size out. After restringing the rod and placing a large hook on the end for bait, Cealan waltzed back into helm to check on his location. He was slightly off course, and after a few minor adjustments he estimated he'd be there in just under twenty minutes.
Passing the time at sea was easy when there was so much to do on a boat like this. He checked the hull for leaks, checked seals for cracks, and monitored the motor's relative health to make sure it wouldn't crap out at the most inopportune time. Everything seemed to be going smoothly though, and when the GPS locator beeped to tell him he was at the right place, Cealan stared out over the water. He didn't see anything that seemed to make this place any better than everywhere else, although judging by the light color of the water, he was sure he was in relatively shallow waters.
There was no chance of him running aground with his boat and he could probably only touch the bottom if he swam his hardest and held his breath for quite some time. He assumed there was a coral reef nearby, given the depth and location. There was no actual land to be seen anywhere around the vessel, and there weren't any other fishing vessels in sight. In fact, there wasn't anything around, not even a cloud. It all seemed a bit strange.
Cealan gathered the large net in his arms, straining with the weight just slightly before he tossed it over the back of the boat. The winches attached to the net slowly unwound, releasing at a pretty steady rate until the net was fully extended. After checking the tension and making sure the net was acting as expected, the killer whale walked to the side of the boat to bait his fishing-rod. He had brought squid -- one of the nastiest-looking things he'd ever seen -- to act as bait. With a lazy toss over the edge he dropped his fishing line down a few meters to let it dangle and drag behind the boat.
Within a few seconds, the rod bounced in his arms and the orca yelled out his surprise at how quick it was. He excitedly reeled in his catch, fighting with the fish the entire way until finally a large fish flopped inside the boat. It had a few scratches on the side, but looked delicious. He removed it from the hook and placed it in the ice-box.
Cealan idly wondered why there were scratches on his fish, but shrugged it off and dropped his line down into the ocean once more. It could have survived some bigger fish attacking it, he supposed. Almost immediately his line began to bounce again. He hadn't even let it down all the way. With another quick, straining battle, he pulled up an even larger fish then before. The orca was ecstatic as he placed the two-foot fish in the ice-box, knowing he'd be eating well this afternoon for sure. There were a few marks on the fish too, although he wasn't concerned since he'd caught another so quickly. The shark at the tavern was crazy to give up such a promising fishing spot.
He quickly baited his hook once more and dropped the line down, grinning wide on his beak while his tail flipped back and forth.He eagerly watched the ripples from the impact fade off into nothingness while the bait descended lower and lower. This time the hook got a bite right away again, and the orca was quick to react by tugging and fighting the even larger fish. When it finally flopped down on his boat the fish was noticeably clawed up also and he just tossed it in with the other two.
Cealan's eyes squinted right as he looked down into his ice-box, noticing a certain pattern appearing on his fish. It seemed the aquatic history class he'd taken actually paid off for once. The markings were somewhat troubling, since he'd heard a few tribes of aquatics had stayed behind during the migration to land so many generations ago. Those words hadn't been written for quite some time, and if someone was marking his fish purposefully, why were they doing it?
The first one's scratches looked like ancient aquatic markings, showing a strange symbol that represented the eye. The second's marking resembled that of the term for one's self, and the third looked like the nautical term for 'aft'.
The orca stood at the ice-box pondering these words for a few moments, thinking about what he should do. It was not like anyone down below had told him to stop or anything, and they were practically giving him fish, so Cealan decided to just keep fishing and see if they would stop giving them to him, or what their game was. As he was about to turn, the three fish flopped around in the ice-box and the whale looked down to see the new arrangement of words written on the three fish from top to bottom.
Eye, aft, self.... Was that...
Look behind you?
The orca started to turn around just to make sure, but he quickly jumped startled and pressed himself as close to the ice-box as quick as possible in shock. He then scurried to the side of the boat, trying to get as far away from the object of his gaze. The edge of the boat was only about knee-height though and he steadied himself to keep from falling off.
An anthro shark had silently boarded Cealan's boat and was standing towards the back of the vessel, one of his palms resting against the edge of the boat that the rest of his weight leaned upon lazily. It was obviously a tiger-shark judging by the stripes running down the fish's sides and back, and the sharp teeth lining those menacing jaws. The tail's motions made it apparent that this fish was not too happy; the tip flicking like a cat's would when dismayed at something.
The orca's eyes got a quick once-over of the tigershark, trying to size up the trespasser in case he had to defend himself. He found the shark was definitely male, although he averted his eyes from the nude shark's groin to get a good glance at his assailant's snout first. On the top jaw of this male, the flesh was dark and greyish with a hint of green mixed in. This contrasted sharply with the bottom jaw's eggshell coloring and made the shark two-toned. The snout's general shape was similar to that of a non-anthro shark with a somewhat flat and pointed muzzle and a smaller, muscled bottom jaw.
He seemed a bit shorter than the whale, but only by about a foot. That didn't make him any less dangerous, though. He had a musculature similar to the orca's own all down his firm chest -- clearly a lifetime swimmer as well. The set of talons on his fingers looked about as menacing as his teeth. Those claws were somewhat short and definitely sharp, and adorned the tips of each of his three fingers and thumb per paw, his three toes having a similar configuration.
As Cealan's eyes wandered lower, he caught a good view of the shark's groin and his jaw practically dropped. This shark was hung like his non-anthro ancestors, having two massive claspers jutting side-by-side at his groin. Each one was standing stiffly up along his lower belly as he stood there, and the thick bases tapered off to a blunt tip that carried a sharp piece of cartilage to clamp into his lover roughly and keep himself connected during mating.
The orca's gaze continued lower still, seeing the equally muscled legs and tail that was the same eggshell white towards the inner side of the shark's thighs. The dark coloring reappeared lower along his legs and on the back of the tail, completely covering the vertically bladed tip that was swinging back and forth.
The shark didn't say anything at first while he was getting looked over, watching the orca just stare back at him in disbelief. After a few seconds, the fish's snout began to show a smirk spreading his lips, and a few of those razor-sharp teeth became visible before he finally spoke.
"Klar zu slrak dir." The shark said in a deep, sharply accented tone. He was obviously speaking the ancient language of aquatics. Cealan never listened when his teachers tried to teach him the basics of speaking the language because it was thought to have become extinct ages ago, and no-one had heard it spoken properly for at least four generations.
Needles to say, the orca would have quivered in his boots had he been wearing any. He had no idea what the shark was saying, or what it was doing on his new boat. The shark saw Cealan's inability to understand and cleared his throat before speaking once again.
"You can't fish here." The shark said, speaking practically perfect English albeit with a heavy, aquatic accent.
"We've been watching you since your boat crossed our waters and you've infringed on three counts of fishing. You're just lucky your net became ripped just after it deployed so the charges really didn't stack up, although neither me nor my scissor-like teeth have any idea how it occurred." The shark continued, his smirk widening at the obvious indication the net had been cut purposefully. The orca's palms flexed into fists and he grew tense hearing the accusations. He knew he'd been fishing -- that was the purpose of his trip. He quickly ran through his reasons for fishing here in his head and tried to reason with the muscular shark.
"I was told to come here by a shark. I've only caught fish you've marked up with your claws! I'm new to fishing! ... " Cealan went silent for a few seconds to think of another reason before realizing the net he'd worked on for a complete day was now shredded.
"Wait a minute. You ripped my net? I worked on that for days!" The whale said in an indignant tone, starting to become less flustered and more angry at the shark.
One of the shark's eye-ridges slowly raised at the mention of a shark sending him here and that already way-too-toothy grin spread even wider. The ancient-speaking shark stood up fully on his own two feet again, and crossed his arms over his chest before he replied.
"Gerik sent you, eh? Well I'll make sure you get the proper welcome then." The shark said before his tail thwapped three times in a row against the side of the boat.
Cealan watched the tail and quirked an eye-ridge at the words spoken, wondering what the shark on his boat was talking about before he finally got a pretty good hint.
A loud splash sounded behind the orca and within a split second, a shark came leaping out of the water behind him. While in the air, an arm swept underneath Cealan's beak and around his neck to hold the orca securely against the shark's chest before his weight tugged backwards and pulled Cealan off the boat and into the water. The shark was way too strong for the orca to struggle against and he just took in a deep breath before feeling the cool splash of salt-water wash over his two-tone form and consume him into the depths of the sea. His eyes caught the sight of his northwest floating along the surface of the water above, sillouhetted by the sun shining around it.
The rumble of his boat's engine slowly faded as he was dragged deeper, but he did hear the engine get turned off a few moments later along with the sound of the other shark plunging in after him. Cealan's eyes closed and he tried to struggle, but quickly found that the large shark's grasp around his neck kept him from doing much, other than helping the shark swim deeper with him. The sharp prickling sensation of the talons on the shark's fingers were also clearly felt against his shoulder in the secure grip.
The smaller shark's agility and speed was clearly shown as the two males were caught up to almost instantly. That smaller assailant quickly pressed his talons to the front of the orca's suit and shredded towards the orca's feet, popping off every last button while ripping the rubbery material to pieces. The claws went a bit too deep at places, leaving a few red lines along Cealan's white front that would no doubt be there for quite some time. A few more sharp, quick swipes tore through the rubber covering his arms and legs, leaving him completely exposed while the shreds of the whale's waders floated up towards the sun-light above.
The orca squealed his dismay while his beak was held shut and his constant struggling was quickly met with with the larger shark's arm moving back to use his claws instead of that muscled bicep to keep Cealan in line. The sharp tips of each of those talons made the orca instantly go tense and silent, and as they began indenting his flesh Cealan whimpered his submissiveness to the sharks.
"Silence, Bitch." The larger shark said, "You never know what may be crawling through the kelp." He continued, smirking menacingly into the side of Cealan's beak.
It seemed like ages before his captor began to slow his descent and the caress of something slimy along his form knocked the orca from his nightmare-haze. Cealan had no idea what to expect, what was happening, or where he was being led to, and it was only made worse when he saw long strands of kelp go far into the distance above him towards the dim light of the sun as he sunk deeper into the abyss. The kelp forest they'd entered was dark and dense and the sharks had their eyes closed while they swam through. They obviously had the entire forest memorized with electromagnetic signals that only they could sense. To Cealan it was just one big maze.
A small clearing was eventually reached where the orca barely fit inside. He could reach out with his arms and stretch his tail in any direction and feel walls of kelp there, but at least there was a bit of light from the surface way above them now. This seemed to be the final destination though as both sharks stopped and the smaller one swam about in circles. The claws on Cealan's neck became tighter all of a sudden and his abductor spoke softly into the side of the orca's head.
"Scream as much as you want, slut... But you're getting three fish's worth of punishment whether you want it or not... And there's not anyone within a few miles of here besides fish and more sharks." He then gave a demeaning lick along the side of the orca's head, "And us sharks only come a-swimming faster when there's orca-tail in the vicinity..."
Cealan's eyes lit up instantly after hearing the punishment he was supposed to receive, unsure of what they meant at first. He tried to struggle once more, but those tight, piercing claws pressed against the front of his throat kept him from even making gagging noises. The shark grinned toothily at the feeble attempts and spoke once again in that deep, accented tone that took on an even more sinister sound down here in the dark.
"Just to make sure you don't try to resist your punishment, Darktide here is going to bind you the same way he was bound during his tribal initiation." He then nodded to his fellow shark, the first one to trespass on the orca's boat, who began to shred up lengths of kelp a few feet long. The slimy, stringy, thick-trunked plant was then wrapped around both of the orca's wrists to keep them tied up behind his back quite securely. The next length of kelp was placed around Cealan's neck to replace the paw currently there, and the feel of it against sensitive flesh made the orca cringe in discomfort.
The sharks grinned wider by the second the more the orca was bound and Cealan felt his tail suddenly tugged forcefully upwards to get bound up by the same piece that was tied like a collar around his neck. The orca tried to struggle and swim, but he just felt the choking grip of the bonds the more he tried to pull his tailfin away from his neck. Without the use of his broad tail the sharks just grabbed his feet to bind the smooth, rubbery legs by wrapping kelp around the thigh and calf of each. Either leg was now forced to stay bent, almost as if he were kneeling, so all he could do was wave his thighs at knee-length with his heels pressed close to his rump.
At this point, Cealan felt quite fortunate to have a set of lungs befitting his species. Orcas could hold their breath for quite some time and by how things were going so far, it didn't look like the tribal sharks were going to let him get away without proper punishment anytime soon. Cealan wasn't a slut back home, but he'd had his share of experiences. None of them were with sharks though, and he was more then uneasy with how well-hung these males were.
With the dim light of the sun barely shining through the kelp-forest, he glanced towards the groin of Darktide to sneak a peek at his groin once again. The outline of those two, distinct phalluses appeared on the shorter one's groin like before, and it seemed they were already quite erect since the fifteen inch long tubes of flesh and cartilage looked far from soft. Their overall shape looked like a long tube that was slightly tapered to a blunt tip, although there was a sharp spire right at the end that jutted an inch or two out from the glans most likely for the purpose of tying forcefully with a mate. It kind of made sense to him on some level since he had never heard about sharks doing anything that wasn't fierce and savage.
When the orca looked up to Darktide's snout, he immediately got jarred from his day-dream with a cock-slap across the face by the other, taller male. Cealan clenched his jaws and tried to move his head away, but there was not much he could do as another cock-slap reamed across the other side of his beak by the other hard clasper.
"Bah, I'm not waiting for Gerik... He should've been here five minutes ago and this shark's claspers are getting cold!" The muscled shark said with a grunt over to Darktide. He held one of his large claspers in his hand to smack the orca across the face with occasionally. The other hand grabbed the back of Cealan's head and held his face still while the shark used the claws as an effective tool to make the orca suddenly tense up before an audible cock-smack resounded. It's almost as if he was ringing a bell with that dick, and Cealen's cheek was making quite the lewd noise when smacked.
After the third or fourth cock-slap, a rustling was heard through the kelp. Cealan recognized the shark from the tavern lazily swimming into view beside the cock-slapping shark. The orca's red cheek got a chance to recover for a moment as Gerik swam up to the sight of the poor whale bound so thoroughly in the midst of the forest.
"Sorry I'm late guys. I got a little lost in the forest, but the sound of an orca's face getting slapped around by a clasper was a great guide." Gerik said before he glanced over at the muscled shark impatiently prodding the orca's lips with that fat cock-tip. "Lurk, you know the rules. Baiter gets the first fuck."
Gerik nudged the bulky shark, Lurk, with a broad grin although it was obvious that Lurk was not at all satisfied with the situation and he snapped his jaws at his tribal brother. The sound of jaws snapping made Cealan tense and start to shiver, and the sight of an impressive set of claspers placed right in front of his face wasn't too comforting either. Gerik's palm grabbed for the orca's beak and tugged it upwards so he could look into Cealan's eyes. A smirk slowly spread across the shark's lips which only worsened Cealan's uneasiness.
"Hmm, this one looks eager to get it over with. I don't think he'd mind if we both took our turns first..." Gerik said towards Lurk, whose eyes were burning with lust and sexual need. "Although rules are rules, so hold his beak closed while I fuck his ass."
Lurk nodded to the baiter and grabbed Cealan's beak, one paw on top, one paw on the bottom. His palms pressed together like a clamp and there was nothing the orca could do but squirm while his jaws were forcefully closed and then bound by another piece of kelp with the help of Darktide. Lurk looked down at the whale with a broad, menacing grin and spoke in his raspy voice.
"Click once for faster, and twice for harder. Three clicks means both." The shark gave a lewd lick of his jaws, showing off three rows of quite intimidating teeth. They all knew the whale could only click now as any form of protest, but since he knew what was going to happen if he did, Cealan tried to keep from making any noise at all.
Cealan could feel the wake of water moving as Gerik swam up behind the orca and he clicked once in discomfort as the shark's taloned paws grabbed his hips from either side to pull his own body up close to the orca's upturned rump. The whale's tail tugged downwards in desperation, stretching the kelp just a bit, but nowhere near enough to hide his exposed ass from the needy shark. The motion only choked himself further, tightening the kelp around his neck and tail for a moment.
"I'm not even in yet and he's already begging for me to go faster." Gerik said with a smirk. One of his paws then released the whale's side to land a firm spank right on Cealan's ass. "I like this one..."
Cealan cringed at the shock from the smack that rushed through his body and the words spoken afterwards made him writhe in discomfort. When the paw then grasped around his waist again, his eyes shut tightly and the inevitable warmth of a clasper was felt slowly grinding against the crack of his rump. The feeling of the second clasper riding against his ass made the orca's eyes shoot open. He had never taken two cocks at once before, much less one of that size. His squirming grew more intense, but Lurk kept the whale from moving around too much with a cock-slap that brought him back to reality. Cealan's beak lowered submissively and he clenched his jaws, unable to fight back or try to take control as the shark behind him lined up to fuck him.
Gerik opened his jaws and grasped lightly around Cealan's meaty tail, using it as a grip to help steady himself while the shark's claspers began pressing firmly against the exposed tailslit of the orca. A warm rumble of pleasure escaped from one toothy participant as the orca's ass slowly parted, while the other bound participant just shook his closed beak side to side and clicked uncontrollably for a few seconds. Lurk looked down at the whale and watched his expression change, brushing his own two massive claspers along the closed lips of the orca.
"Sounds like he's desperate to get fucked! Hurry up and fill him so I can take my turn." Lurk grunted over to Gerik, although it seemed the baiter was going to take his sweet time today. Inch after inch of Gerik's foot-long claspers were sliding up into the orca's ass, the side-by-side placement of the cocks at the sharks groin making the whale's tailslit distend quite noticeably right from the start. The tight grip at Cealan's sides tugged the whale further down the spires of firm flesh and cartilage, and Gerik's eyes slowly lidded in pleasure as he took the first of hopefully many turns in the bound whale's ass.
The shark's gills slowly opened and closed while he sunk into the whale, but after a few moments Gerik tightened his jaws around cealan's tail and lets loose with a sudden thrust. A deep grunt escaped the shark impaling the orca and by the look in the whale's wide-open eyes, it would seem Gerik just hilted in his ass with all thirteen inches of his dual dicks. The orca's entire body had gone tense, although this just increased the pleasure for the all-too-eager shark. The savage fish's groin was snugly pressed to the mammal's rump, and Cealan could barely feel the outline of the shark's internal balls pressed up against his taint.
Lurk cock-slapped the orca once more to keep him from squirming, one paw forcing Cealan's face to rest right against the muscled shark's groin while Gerik began to thrust back and forth. The fish's broad, sweeping tail helped slam the orca's ass onto a thick pair of claspers, and Cealan remained silent through it all as he was fucked relentlessly in the middle of a kelp forest with no help for miles. The scent of shark arousal was heavy in the water around the whale and the grunts of pleasure escaping Gerik were no less obvious.
With those large claspers reaming out the poor orca, the teeth around Cealan's tail tightened and pressed into the flesh just enough to puncture a few veins. Darktide circled hungrily around the whale and instantly seemed to shift in his demeanor when just a tiny bit of orca-blood was deteced in the water. Lurk's tail flicked faster than before while the paw on the orca's head tightened its grip, and Gerik's thrusting picked up in speed and ferocity quite noticeably. The scent of blood, even in tiny amounts, overwhelmed the tiger-sharks' senses and Cealan knew he was in trouble now.
The orca tried to bow his head to show his submissiveness, but it didn't help the shark behind him from hammering his ass with eager abandon. His tailslit was aching by now and those two smooth claspers grinding against his inner walls made him want to cry out in both pleasure and pain. The orca was being stretched far more then he ever had before, and being bound kept him from doing anything other then floating and squirming helplessly in the water.
The slaps of groin to ass had become quite audible and the water swirled around the shark and orca while Cealan's rear warmed from the friction and heat being injected. Hot, sharky precum was spat into the orca's tunnel to help smoothen the ride and with time the orca's own shameful arousal was pushed out of his foreslit and grew bigger. Despite all that he was going through, there was still an undeniably eager male humping him in the rear and jabbing two cocks against his prostate. The whale's hefty cock hung free in the water, mostly soft, but growing with time while he was being used by the dominant shark. Gerik's lust-enraged state was obvious by his long, feral thrusts; all thirteen inches tugging almost completely free from the whale before getting rammed back in.
Heavy grunting escaped against Cealan's tail through the shark's jaws and with each thrust the orca's body grew tighter and more overstrained. The whale could not help but click now, begging the shark to fuck him. He knew the faster the sharks took their turns in him, the sooner it would be over, yet he couldn't help but enjoy the rough ride the shark was forcing on him. He even tried to shake his head to get rid of the voice inside telling him he was enjoying it.
Cealan didn't want to get fucked; he was bound in the ocean by three sex-crazed sharks. His body was telling him otherwise though and his ass lit up with pleasure while his guts were prodded relentlessly with two shark-cocks. The fully erect orcadick gave it all away quite noticeably too and it now bobbed in the water with a slight coloration of pre around his cocktip.
"Oooh, I think the boy likes it." Darktide said while he grinned sheepishly and swam underneath the humping pair.
Gerik's thrusting stayed powerful and demanding, impaling the orca fully each time which made his internal balls hammer against the orca's undertail. The pace started to build up to an erratic one though, and the grunts grew deep and loud. Lurk looked over at his brother with a smirk and pressed both of his own claspers to the side of Cealan's head, keeping him perfectly still.
"Come on, little brother... Fuck him! Seed the community-cow's ass..." Lurk said encouragingly to Gerik, egging him on while he watched Cealan's entire body jar from the impact of hips colliding. "Show the orcabitch his place in the foodchain around here."
Gerik's peak built up quickly with his intense pace and the shark released the mammal's tail to let out a feral cry of dominance into the water at the very moment that his claspers started unloading his warm sharksperm deep into the whale's bowels. Gerik's claspers were grinding firmly against the inner walls of Cealan, claiming that ass for his own with the heated essence. As soon as Gerik began to peak, the orca tried to voice his disgust and defiance, but with his beak bound by the kelp all he could do was click and whimper silently.
Lurk saw the orca trying to open his mouth and with a smirk, he cut the kelp with a claw so Cealan's mouth went wide and let out a *squeak* of mixed pain and pleasure from getting seeded so thoroughly. He only got a few seconds of actual sound out before one of Lurk's claspers was jammed down into his beak without warning. The muscled shark wasn't one for teasing and since he had obeyed the letter of the law, he was going to have his turn right now. His cock didn't stop at the back of Cealan's mouth for long before it forced its way deeper into the whale's neck. The sheer size of that clasper made the mammal try to gag and spit it out, but with the claws pressing to the back of his head there was nothing he could do but eventually end up kissing the groin of the studly shark. All fifteen inches of sharkcock lay in his neck and were visible on the outside when Lurk started pushing back and forth.
Gerik was not finished seeding their cow yet though -- pint after pint of shark-cum got forced into the orca, leaving Cealan's guts filled to the brim with fresh, gooey sharkcream. The baiter then suddenly tugged his claspers free, the sharp points at the tip raking along the inside of the orca's guts on the way, making Cealan whimper into Lurk's groin. The cum-soaked claspers were then slapped and smeared against the orca's rump, marking him internally and externally as the sharks' fucktoy. As the seed washed away slowly, Gerik used a claw to rake against the orca's smooth skin, branding him with their tribal glyph on the orca's ass to show the cow belonged to them.
With a content smirk, Gerik relinquished the orca's ass to Darktide who had been patiently waiting for his turn by the kelp. Since he was the newest member of the tribal brothers, he had his initiate's duty to perform, and he seemed more than happy to do so, swimming right up behind the bound orca.
Lurk had only one clasper lodged in the orca's maw, which was forced back and forth to beakfuck the poor whale. One of that muscled shark's paws rested snugly against the top of Cealan's head, while the other grabbed for his clasper floating beside the orca so he could continue to cock-slap the cow whenever he pulled back. A talon scraped lightly over the orca's head and Lurk felt the blowhole on top of Cealan's head clench together harder whenever his touch neared it. So sensitive it was, and it was quite easily irritated by something rubbing closeby.
"Bitch, you can suck better then that!" Lurk said with a snap of his jaws down to the mammal whose eyes were glazed with pure submission. The sharks were definitely showing him the whale's place beneath them, using him for their pleasure and demeaning him. It was true he could suck better than he did now, and the orca's thick, broad tongue soon pressed to the underside of Lurk's clasper to taste the flesh taking his throat.
Cealan loved the texture of the clasper in his mouth, he wanted the colossal shark to fuck him harder, and just couldn't get enough of the flavor getting spat into his beak as pre splashed from the shark's cocktip. He would never admit it outwardly though, but his actions betrayed his thoughts. The whale's eyes closed to concentrate and his lungs pulled suction to suckle on the clasper like a pup does to a nipple. Lurk was obviously pleased by the invigorated suckling and the cock-slapping stopped for a moment as the fish just focused on beakfucking the bound orca's talented throat.
"Fuck... I knew you whales had such a big tongue for a reason..." Lurk said through clenched teeth, his gills flapping quickly while the muscles lining his form bulged with the constant thrusting.
Darktide had gotten into position behind the whale by now, but instead of taking advantage of the orca with his cocks as his older brother had just done, the small shark swam lower and pressed his snout snugly up against Cealan's abused aftslit. With cum having filled the mammal's insides like a balloon, his probing tongue was met almost instantly with the familiar taste of his tribal brother's seed.
Gerik swam close to Darktide and rested a palm to the back of the smaller shark's head, forcing that tongue to slide more firmly against the recently used slit of the whale.
"Guzzle down every last drop you can get, Darktide... Once you've drunk my load from a freshly seeded orca, you'll be a full brother rather then an initiate." Gerik preached to the smaller shark, and it was obvious the words only increased Darktide's eagerness by the way his lips sealed tight against the orca's tailhole.
Cealan's face and throat were getting pounded relentlessly by Lurk all the while, the massive clasper tunneling through his neck as if it were attached to a jackhammer. With the sensation of a warm set of lips on his ass, the orca's entire body went tense and a muffled groan of pleasure escaped him. The whale's ass was nudged back against Darktide's face from Lurk's pounding, and soon the younger shark's tongue slid to the hilt in the orca's seeded bowels. The orca felt much looser than just this morning and Darktide's tongue freely explored through the Gerik-flavored rump exposed for him.
Broad sweeps of Darktide's tongue picked up the fluid leftover inside the whale, an occasional tug pulling the cum back so it could be swallowed down. The smaller shark was grinding his face up against the cleft of Cealan's rump, and reached two clawed paws up to help tug the cheeks apart. Darktide's teeth pressed hard right up against Cealan's tailslit, occasionally nipping at the sensitive flesh while the slippery appendage delved deep into the mammal's bowels to pull out the remnants of Gerik's release.
Gerik floated right next to his younger brother and watched his progress with great curiosity and pride as the younger tribal shark ate out the orca's asscum with eager delight. He put one of his paws to the orca's lower belly and began rubbing and stroking it in circles, doing a gentle, warming massage that made Cealan's bowels relax and give up their slimy prize to Darktide's drilling tongue.
Audible slurping escaped into the water, some from Darktide, but most from Cealan's maw as Lurk's pace grew frantic. Grunts and slaps also resounded freely from the large shark's free clasper smacking up against the side of Cealan's beak to leave him already somewhat sore. The stretching sensation in his neck was much more prevalent though, and he looked up to watch Lurk suddenly growl out in lust. His claws gripped tight around the orca's head, one of his thick fingers purposefully wedging itself into the whale's reluctant blowhole, which made him squirm and struggle even more. Just the way Lurk liked 'em.
Cealan's eyes shut tightly when his throat collapsed around the clasper plugging his neck, a hot, slimy fluid suddenly pouring out into his gullet. He tried not to whimper or displease the shark seeding him, and his throat swallowed repeatedly to try and drink down every drop of the virile male's seed offered him. The fluid just kept coming and the mammal's throat couldn't handle the large release constantly flushing his throat with fresh milk.
Lurk's swollen sharkdick lay hilted in the orca's throat all through his release, although the sudden gagging he felt from the orca made him look down just as a sudden gush of white poured from around Cealan's beak. He grunted and cock-slapped the orca once more, hard enough for another gush of cum to escape the whale's lips.
"A good cow doesn't spill!" Lurk growled through his gruffly accented voice, and he soon pulled out of the whale's beak so his climaxing clasper gushed a cloud of white fluid right over the orca's face. With his eyes open, the white cloud surrounding Cealan's face gave a foggy appearance to everyone around him. His beak was now free from the large clasper and he tried to speak but was only able to squeak out as Darktide continued eating out his ass.
Darktide got the majority of his brother's cum left in Cealan's ass, and with one last broad sweep of the smaller shark's tongue, he pulled back with an audible slurp to lick around the tailslit he had just thoroughly cleaned.
Gerik leaned over to pat Darktide's head, watching the shark lick his lips clean from the flavorful fluids leftover from Cealan's abused anal slit. A sly grin spread over Gerik's lips and he spoke down towards his newest tribe-member.
"Congratulations, brother. You're almost as eager to suck cum as this whale." Gerik said with a playful pat to Cealan's sore ass. His eyes roamed down to the two hard-ons that the young shark was sporting now, and Gerik could not help but lick his lips at the thought that they were now freely available for him to play with without suffering any tribal stigmas. Not that it had stopped them before, of course, but they could now do it right in front of the whole tribe without anyone raising an eyebrow. With a smirk he floated over to hug Darktide tightly, "Mrrr, c'mere."
Lurk grabbed his other clasper and pressed it against the underside of Cealan's beak to guide it upwards.
"That's one cock you finished, little orcaslut. Let's see how well the other one fits in your ass." He began floating around towards the orca's hindend.
The whale looked up at the muscular shark with a confused, hazed look, partially from lack of oxygen, and partially from being so thoroughly fucked. He had been underwater for quite some time, and although he had just been forced to stay still while the shark's took their turns, the mammal's lungs were beginning to burn.
"Looks like this one's running out of air." Lurk said with a furrowed brow to his brothers beside him, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
The whale nodded his head but didn't speak to lose any of his precious oxygen. Gerik looked over at Lurk and his prey and paused in his current task of tying the grinning Darktide up with kelp as well.
"Well let's get him up to the surface then. He's gotten three fish's worth of punishment." Gerik said with a grin and wrapped the slimy plant around Darktide's wrists before giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Don't go anywhere." He winked and gave a lash of his tail that propelled him over to Lurk and the bound orca. They both grabbed an arm and began tugging Cealan upwards towards the dim light of the sun.
Cealan could feel the distant caress of kelp sliding along his smooth form as he ascended, although his senses slowly started to fade. He tried to look up, but his lungs were aching far too much for him to try to help swimming to the surface. His jaws then dropped open as his muscles begin to go lax, and his lungs finally exhaled the air he'd been holding for all this time. The orca's vision slowly faded to darkness and he heard the gentle swishing of the sharks' tails as he gave a last weak struggle. The whale soon went completely limp in his binds and was just dragged upwards, blacked out completely due to lack of oxygen.
Cealan woke up naked on the deck of his boat in a puddle of water. He had a pounding headache and reached for his head, cradling it as he felt bruises on his cheek along with a few cuts on his head. He couldn't remember where all of those scratches had come from, just a few of them. His ass also felt uncomfortably stretched and sore and his brain slowly began to remember the sharks and what they had done with him.
The orca stood to his feet slowly and groggily, grasping for support the entire way up. After standing fully for a few moments to let the bloodflow even out through his body, he looked around to see the familiar sight of his rust-bucket boat. He let out a sigh at the sight of his net laying on the back of his boat. It was almost evening. He had no idea how many hours he had been out for. Had the sharks repeated their kelp capture more than once? Had he just been too drained to remember anything other than the first time? Or was what he now remembered just a blurry mix of all the underwater sessions?
'At least the sharks were nice enough to reel in the net they shredded...' Cealan thought to himself, although as he gathered up his net he didn't find any rips at all. Had they tricked him?
The orca smiled for the first time after waking up and tossed the net in its storage container before he stepped towards the helm of his boat. On the way there he noticed a trail of water leading to and from his ice-box, and he assumed the sharks had taken back the fish they'd let him catch only to fuck him senseless as punishment.
However, a quick glance into the cooler showed quite the opposite. At least two hundred large, succulent fish lay on the ice and practically overflowed the container. As Cealan got a better look at them he noticed they were a type of fish thought to be extinct generations ago due to overfishing. He had a fortune of fish in his boat!
A small, messily written note written lay on the deck close to where he awoke. He picked it up to find out just what the sharks were up to.
_Dear Cealan,
Join us:
More fish, more fucking, protection.
-Gerik Shark_
It was hastily scribbled just recently and the whale's slowly awakening brain had no idea what to do. Even if he did accept, who would he talk to? Where did the fish come from? Could he legally sell those fish?
He dropped the piece of paper on the ground and walked towards the helm of his boat while pondering these questions. With a turn of the key, the engine started up after a few seconds of arguing. Cealan then pushed forward on the throttle and pointed his boat for home, not caring about the note or the sharks for now. He just wanted to sit on dry land again, take some aspirin, and try to forget about what happened his first day out at sea as a fisherman. He remembered all those fish though, and they would need to be sold soon. Cealan had no buyers to dump the fish off too, much less a prize catch like this.
As he was going through the logistical issues in his head, a familiar voice sounded behind him once again. The sharks were definitely living up to their predatory reputation with how they freely sneaked up on him.
"So are you in or out, fish-breath? All we ask in return is a sizable cut of your profits, and that you be our front-man." Gerik said to the surprised whale.
"Uh... I'm not sure..." Replied the still somewhat groggy orca, "I need to think about it a bit more..."
"Well if you're out, you just tried to run off with 200 fish... I don't think you can hold your breath for a 200 fish punishment..." Reminded the tiger-shark, a playful smirk spread over his snout. This didn't seem like a nomadic tribe of stupid sharks; this was more like an ancient-shark mafia of some kind.
Cealan's eyes went wide and he opened his beak to protest, but quickly decided to choose his words wisely before blurting out anything stupid. He weighed his options, but ultimately found there was only one choice that made sense.
"I guess I'm in..."
"Good." Gerik smirked in that intimidating, yet enigmatic way that only sharks could manage. He reached down to grab one of his claspers and stroked it firmly as he advanced on the orca. "We have about an hour before we make port, so get down on all fours and raise your tail. Let's find out if you truly accept anything your shark superiors tell you to do."
The End
Cealan's character is (C) Cealan. The orca's ass has been used with permission.