He should have known it was a trap. Come on - Friday night bar crawl, hot red-headed shark chick all over him? Tits the size of his head? He should have known much better, given his usual vigilance and careful nature. Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, plus the - well, he'd be enormously embarrassed to admit it, but he was kind of desperate to bed her, as female sharks weren't exactly common in this part of the city. No wonder it was too good to be true. Just as he pulled a rubber out, ready to seal the deal, a sharp prick stabbed at him from behind and his world started to go dark, fingers fumbling and missing his radio to call for help.

He awoke to find himself tied awkwardly to a steel pole, arms hoisted above his head, and stripped naked of everything but the pants around his ankles. The light revealed two figures facing him - one, the red-headed shark from earlier, and two...oh, he knew this figure well.

"Kellervo", he snarled, struggling to free himself from his bonds. Infamous PMC leader with a bounty of at least ten million on his head - banks, museums, research facilities, weapons plants, you name it, he had stolen from it. A thorn in Dark City's side for years, he'd been one of the top targets for Riptide, although this was not the situation he'd been hoping to meet the other shark.

"And Syrena", came the voice next to him, the red-headed shark dressed in some sort of dominatrix outfit, hand between her legs, the smell of arousal obvious throughout the room. Fucking hell, even in a precarious situation like this, he felt his dick stir, thickening and engorging with blood.

A hand gripped his chin, forcing him to look away. Kellervo again. “Eyes on me, queer. You’re not getting any action with her, she just likes to watch. Plus, I have to thank her for delivering you straight to me.”

“I’d say go to hell, but it looks like you’re already headed there”, spat the black shark, wondering if he could get enough angle to knee the other in the balls. Evidently he made his intentions too obvious, as the other just moved closer, unbuckling his trousers.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you, as easy as it’d be to make you disappear. I’ve seen your work - you put away a lot of high-profile vigilantes. Well, I want you to be working for me now – planning out my heists, finding ways to avoid the PD, the vigilantes, other villains, all that. Think about it. You’ll be my second-in-command. Much better than paperwork and bureaucracy until the day you die.”

This time he really did try to knee Keller in the groin, as ineffective as it was. “Fuck off.” The other shark rolled his eyes, yanking the chain to hoist him higher.

“Yeah. Thought you might say that.” Something warm and wet was touching his crotch. He looked down, only to find Keller’s cock grinding against his own. He wanted to look away in disgust, but something paralyzed him – it was just so... big. And thick. Even moreso than his own (and he considered himself gifted). Not to mention, the glans was hooded, covered in prepuce, just like his. He could feel his heartbeat quicken, his own drooping length started to lift as saliva filled his mouth.

Seems like he wasn’t the only one who had noticed the worship either. Keller’s tone of voice was smug as fuck, laced with infuriating gloating. “I’ve done my research on you too, Rip. Self-styled lady-killer, but when you come across a dick like this…”, his voice drops low, teasing, tempting, “You act just like a bitch in heat.” There was no sharp comeback from the other shark, just a hissed, sharp intake of air, followed by shuddering exhalation.

The hand gripped tighter around his throat, forcing him up, breaking his eye contact with that magnificent shaft. It was still grinding against him, pre now starting to dribble from his erect cock. “Plus, you’ll get your fair share of the loot. Think about it. Gold. Diamonds. Even those shitty stones no one else can remember the names of. Paintings. Hmm. Maybe not a painting kind of guy, you’re not that much of a faggot. Armor? Think about it, you’d have the money to design whatever kind of armor you’d want to wear. Even one with a detachable assplate so you can get fucked by me during a heist. How’s that sound?”

Riptide’s lips drew back into a sneer, forcing all the bravado he could muster into his response. The draconic side of him was tempted, so very tempted - the idea of a hoard he could sleep on, play around in, admire, show off, it was awakening urges that had lain dormant all this time. He refused to give in so easily though. “Go fuck yourself with your own fat dick. I’ll never serve you.”

The shark merely sighed, beginning to stroke both shafts together, foreskins gliding smoothly up and down like natural lubricant, causing involuntary pants and moans from the other shark. “You will, in time. Don’t worry, you’ll look good in a change of uniform. We’ll make a soldier out of you yet.”

As Rip felt himself near orgasm, struggling to hold back and deny the other satisfaction, he realized both he and Keller knew the same thing – that without the hope of rescue, it was only a matter of time before he gave in…and knelt willingly before his new Captain.