Shark Tail

“We have swimsuits you can put on there if you want,” Denver said, undressing on the platform above the tank, which just entailed taking his hat off. “But the sharks like to eat them, so it’s up to you if you want to bother. We have successfully trained all the sharks to stop eating lifejackets, so you’ll each want to wear one of those.”

The five boys on the platform with him were already undressing, no concern about being seen. Well, it wasn’t like it was a secret that most people went in the shark tank naked; it was visible from the rest of the aquarium. “I can swim,” said one of the younger boys.

Denver nodded. “I’m not saying you can’t. But for safety reasons you guys are only allowed on the surface of the water. I can only take two of you at a time, who wants to go first?”

Villain, 84

Todd was sandwiched in between two guys, one his age underneath him who he was fucking, and one whose big cock was pulling in and out of his ass at a really nice pace that had all their balls slapping together in a satisfying way.

He hadn’t asked either of their names because he didn’t know them anyway. Ron’s cousin’s husband’s boyfriend or some stupid shit was having an orgy and they’d been invited and Arthur had wanted to go, so they were here. Half the people here only seemed to speak Daolo, which Todd knew a little bit of because it was what Sam normally spoke in the castle, but not enough to hold a real conversation with.

Fortunately he knew the words for ‘cock,’ ‘ass,’ ‘fuck,’ ‘cum’ and ‘hole,’ so he was doing okay. Arthur had even taken his cage off before they’d come, saying that there was a difference between being a guest and a cumrag. When Todd had found out from a demon toilet how much of a lie that was, he’d extracted a promise that after this Todd wouldn’t have an orgasm for a month.

Villain, 72

Derek really did care about Castor, and he really did like having sex with him. He was good at it, and he held Derek comfortably, and he was warm, and he kissed him and nibbled on his neck in a way that Derek liked, and he sometimes wrapped his wings around Derek protectively while they fucked, which made Derek feel like he was in a draconic cocoon and that after they’d cum, he’d emerge like a butterfly, something bigger and stronger and better than he’d been when he went inside.

As much as he liked Castor, though, Derek was really busy and having a marathon of sex with him hadn’t really been something he’d had time for. But here he was anyway, in Castor’s lap, Castor inside him, holding him tight.

Derek whimpered as Castor rammed up into him, gentle for a dragon but still just the amount of hard that Derek liked, enough to make him cum on Castor’s chest, resting his head against Castor’s collarbone.

Castor bent his head down, smelling Derek’s neck as he kept going, picking up speed now, teeth brushing Derek’s neck, claws pressing against his shoulder blades, a low growl in his throat. Derek just rested there, let him go. It was nice to be able to rest his head against someone big and warm, nice to have someone just take care of him for a minute. When Castor came, he did it with a bite to Derek’s neck that didn’t hurt much, but Derek cried out anyway as if it did.

Villain, 67

“It’s ready,” Sam said, leaning against the wall.

Henry leaned beside him. “Good. It’ll let you spy on him?”

“Yeah.” Henry hadn’t liked the idea of sending Giacomo back without any way to know what he was doing. So Sam had enchanted a ring for him to wear. He would even let Giacomo wear it on his finger, just to be nice. “How long do you think before he tries to betray us?”

“A while. I think he’ll stay with us as long as he knows it’s in his best interests. And as long as he knows that not staying with us will get him hurt. I think he was telling the truth. He has no loyalty to anyone but himself. As long as he thinks that allying with us is good for him, he’ll stay allied with us.”

“We’ll make him understand that betraying us is a bad idea.”

Villain, 63

“Okay,” Sam said, knife in hand. “Let’s play a game, kids.”

None of the defeated rebels said anything, and Sam sighed. “You just want to start? How do you expect to win if I don’t explain the rules?” Of course, Sam didn’t play games that he could lose, but some of these fuck-ups were probably nursing their small hopes. Sam was looking forward to finding out which ones would give up before morning.

There was more silence, but just for a second. “Wh-what are the rules?” asked Max.

Sam smiled. “Easy. You guys make a few decisions, and then the consequences happen. It’s pretty straightforward.”

Villain, 58

“I’m not a fucking packhorse,” Sam growled as he lifted a large hunk of rubble off the ground.

“You are, however, the only sorcerer in the castle,” Henry reminded him. “It would take ordinary people weeks to move this much rock and you can do it in five minutes.”

Sam was well aware of that, and it was still stupid. “Should be making those fucking dragons and their idiot fucktoys haul it all away by hand for the rest of their lives.”

“Yes,” Henry agreed. “But then they’d never be able to do anything else for you and the reconstruction effort would take years longer, and you’d hate that.”

“Don’t tell me what I’d hate.” Reconstructing the castle was already going to take a long-ass time.

“Right, I forgot how much you like strangers, mess and noise.”