So far, Rhys had been in this tank a while week. He'd been fed every day. Some of the fish rare and hard to find in the ocean. It tingles his tongue to eat them.
However, sometimes a pang of homesickness stings his chest. Beckoning thoughts of his friends Vaughn and Yvette back in the sea. And the sunset, his sunset, that he'd been watching every night.
Though this feeling would get washed over with curiosity as he watched Handsome Jack come into his office every morning. He watched him yell at other humans, whether face to face, or over small hand held devices. He was always working away at a device, small buttons for Jack's fingers to work away at. He obviously had a lot of practice with that.
Often when he caught Jack's eyes, he'd show off. The man taking a break and watching him dance through the water. How his tail glistened in the light of the tank. The softer fins flowing like a flag through the water, almost completely for show to the eye. And Rhys truly loved the attention. Noticing his actions seemed to help the two legged man relax.
And Rhys soon learned Jack was working on something for him. He'd picked up Jack would refer to him as his pet. And he overheard a few calls about how he had something coming for his pet soon. And something bubbled inside Rhys, knowing he was going to get a gift from this larger male.
One day, Rhys was swimming in his cage, missing the natural feel of the real ocean, and dealing with a giant knot of loneliness when suddenly Jack's voice spread through the water once again.
"So, kitten, what happened to your arm?"
Rhys swam back over to the glass, moving to gently trace his fingers over the remains of his right arm. A few old, white scars remaining. "Net."
He watched as the broad man's eyebrow arched. "Like a fishing net?"
Rhys nodded, swimming around his cage, and watching the broad man.
That seemed to appease him. Only nodding his head before heading back to his desk.
Watching him made Rhys almost afraid of him. He argued a lot with the other humans. And once, he even saw him wrap his hands around his throat. Squeezing the other human's throat until the body stopped thrashing.
And this confused Rhys, because he knew humans needed that to breath. So why kill other humans, but keep him alive.
The next day, Rhys noticed as the small tunnel opened. He'd pause, taking notice the man wasn't in the office before he swam though the small entrance.
What he found on the other side was a shallow pool. Deep enough to only be chest high on an average human, and curving up to a shallow end.
"Good morning Kitten." Rhys turned at the sound, weird hearing the man above water. And having him so close. His voice still echoed, even without the effects of the machines in the water.
Rhys tensed as Jack stepped closer to the water. Arching his back and letting out a warning hiss. This was his space. The water was his, and he did not want it to be taken from him.
"Common Cupcake. I've got a gift for you." Rhys picked up that Jack had something in his hand. Hidden behind his back so Rhys couldn't see. Rhys slowly swam closer, watching carefully as Jack knelt down by the shallow spot of the water. "Now just a little closer and."
Rhys yelped when Jack grabbed him, yanking him out of the water. He was too surprised to care what would happen next, thrashing so hard he'd knock Jack over causing him to be dropped just out of the waters reach.
The impact of the floor hurt. He continued to flail, scared and slowly running out of air. Panic swelling when he'd hear a loud curse.
"You piece of- dammit! Why don't you listen?" Rhys had already begun to use his one arm to try and crawl nack into the water, trying to drag his whole body as Jack stormed closer. "You where doing do well! And here you are! Acting up like some kind of savage!"
Rhys yelped when Jack picked him up by the throat, dragging him up. He had no idea what direction he was going, but he felt a sharp pain in his neck again. The black swirling once more as he'd hit the water, sinking down like a rock. He could still hear Jack's curses as he blacked out. Knowing now that he could upset Jack just as easily as the other humans.
When he woke up, he felt a weird heaviness on the right shoulder. Still dazed, throat and body sore from the previous incident, he slowly looked over, yelping in surprise.
His first reaction had been to glee. Get away from the weird thing near his body. But after an aggressive swim across the pool, he realized it was attached to him. That it was an arm.
The whole this was some weird material. Mimicking his other arm, with a softer, webbed material between the fingers. Rhys had to admit, it was cool. He stared at it, watched as the fingers bended at his command. How he had full control, just like he did when he was small. Just like he did before he'd lost his arm.
A happy sound escaped his lips, swimming around the tank in joy, he tested the arm, focusing on a fish, using the new arm to snag it up. God did it feel good. It sent more joy bubbling up into his chest as the hand perfectly snatched the fish. Quickly swallowing the fish down in celebration.
A few more laps where completed in order to celebrate. Enjoying the feel of the new arm pressed against his body as he soared through the tank. A happy squeal leaving his mouth when he finally stopped. Spinning through the water in joy.
Grinning madly, he watched as he wiggled his fingers again. The arm was so slender, so lovely, it's color pattern a dark black, with a lightning blue markings across it, ones that matched his own tail. Now, he was even more special than all the other mermaids.
Then the thought settled in. Where had he gotten this arm? It obviously didn't grow over night, he could see the weird straps that attached it to his body. Plus he had never heard of a mermaid growing and arm before.
The memories from yesterday slowly sank in. How Jack had said he had a present for Rhys. Was this it? Was this the gift.
A warm feeling spread through him at the idea. Gifts back where he came from were always a sign that another mermaid wanted to... mate. Was that Jack's intentions? It must have been. What other reason would there be to give a gift as spectacular as this.
"Morning." When Rhys heard his voice, he swam towards the edge, smiling out towards him. Making a point to wave his hand at Jack. But Jack looked angry. His arms cross, shoulders raised slightly. And his lips curled down in a frown. Causing Rhys to shrink fown slightly. Upset at his reaction. "Yeah, it's a great gift. Woulda been better if I didn't have to sedate your fat ass to put it on."
Rhys flinched, sinking deeper into the pool. He'd really upset him. Watching sadly as Jack walked back over to his desk. Glaring down at his computer as he'd go back to work. Yelling at everyone he saw, and ignoring Rhys for the rest of the night.
And Rhys wouldn't lie, the ignoring hurt more than being tossed onto the floor.
Rhys didn't exactly know why he'd woken up. String from his place in the rocks to slowly pull himself up. It was late and usually by this time, Jack would have left the office. But when Rhys peaked through the window to the office, he was surprised to see Jack still sitting at his desk.
Something was different though. Jack's head was leaned back. His whole body looking tense as he took a deep breath. Then, Rhys watched in curiosity as Jack took one of his big hands, slowly sliding hand his down his body. Cupping the space between his two legs. His palm moved, pressing harder against the area, a soft breath escaping his lips and he'd press down harder.
Rhys had no idea what type of body part might be there. Mermaids and humans having very different anatomy. But as Jack continued to rub himself, Rhys started to catch on to what he was doing.
Jack huffed, letting off a soft groan before moving down to unbutton his pants, exposing a softer, thinner fabric that covered his skin. But a small bulge seemed to curve from underneath the cloth. Rhys felt something warm spread around him, becoming 100% sure what Jack was doing. Mermaids did the same thing when under high amounts of stress.
But he watched as Handsome Jack continued to touch himself. His large hands rubbing the small bulge more. Working at it with soft, warm up rubbing. When Jack pulled away, the bulge was even larger. The heat seemed to focus in two places for Rhys now, his cheekes and lower belly, a soft pressure building up.
That's when Jack slide his hands down the boxers, and Rhys could make out the long strokes under the fabric. The man's large hand moving up and down inside of it. Jack rolling his head back, letting off a long, low moan. And resulted in a whimper from Rhys.
Jack glanced up, pausing when he saw he had an audience, Rhys' face turning more red as Jack shifted to face him. "What? You want a show."
Rhys was nodding before he could really pick up what he was agreeing to.
Jack smirked at this, and Rhys watched as Jack slipped his hand down his pants, pulling out his throbbing, hard member from his boxers.
Rhys' eyes got wide. Looking at it... it was so much bigger than most of the dicks the other mermaids had. The members always small, made more for getting the job done than... pleasure.
Jack smirked at Rhys' face, slowly starting to stroke himself with his large hands again. "Huh? You like that kitten?" Rhys would whine in responce, more heat building up in his own stomach as he watched the dick twitch under the touch. "Do you wanna touch it?"
Rhys put his hands against the glass. Whining louder as he'd watch Jack continue to get off. He did want to touch it. He wanted to feel it. He'd heard sex with humans was good. Taboo, but so much more pleasurable. And now he saw why.
They're dicks where so much bigger.
Jack continued to work at himself, which only made Rhys press more against the glass. Heat boiling inside of him as he wanted to get closer. But so far, Jack was only a tease.
"Common baby? Don't you wanna help me?" Jack would moan out, his hand pumping himself harder as some pre come would leak from the top. "You've got a pretty mouth, I bet thay would help."
Rhys would whine louder, almost begging him for more. And he wished he could get closer, pacing the glass in agony, feeling a coil tighten in his lower belly. He wanted it so bad.
But Jack was still going, letting out throaty moans that tore Rhys apart. He wanted closer, but this stupid force field kept him away. The air on the other side kept him from getting at it. And as Rhys whined louder, begging for Jack in the primal noises, Jack only got more off on it, jerking himself harder.
Jack gasped loudly when he finished, and Rhys watched closely as he came all over his own hand. A wide grin over his face as he'd lean back against the chair.
But Rhys was still worked up, circling the tank, the coil wound so tight he needed something. But he watched in dismay as Jack slowly began to pull his pants up. Looking up only when Rhys growled a protest.
That shit eating grin as Jack patted the glass by Rhys. "Not today Kitten. But thanks for the help."
Whining, Rhys watched as Jack cleaned up and left the office, and only them did Rhys realize he'd been even harder than he thought. His dick poking out from the small slip where it rests inside his body. Sticking straight out and begging for attention.
He swam down to the bottom of the pool, deciding to rub up against the groove of the rocks, doing as a lot of them did to get off without a mate.
He roughly grinded against them. Enjoying the friction of it all with loud gasps. He'd needed this, otherwise he'd eventually explode. Eventually he came too, whining and whimpering at the coil coming undone inside of him, his whole spine twitching from the feeling.
The experience had been... new, and he'd never thought he'd watch someone else get off. Nor did he ever thing he'd want a certain dick so bad. But he felt as if he had to at least touch it.
Slowly he curled up in his small cave. Enjoying the warmth that washed over him as he slowly dozed back into a deep sleep.