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Martin's a sexual submissive, but he's nobody's doormat. So when he discovered that his boyfriend was already married, he told him to go. When it still hurt weeks later, a seaside break housesitting for a friend seemed just the thing to help him heal.
When he made friends with two dolphins, he was simply grateful for the pleasant company. He didn't expect to need their help when his small boat was caught in a storm. And he never expected them to ask for payment -- or what shape they'd be in when they did so...
His dolphins turning into two handsome men had to be a hallucination, born of concussion and longing. Not just handsome, but the sort of men he wanted -- dominant without being domineering, men who were secure enough to consider his needs as well as their own. Doms desperate for a sub who was a real partner, not just someone looking for a few days' fling. It couldn't be real, not when it was so much what he wanted.
But it was real. And now Martin has a brand new set of problems to worry about. Two men. Men who aren't quite men, who have problems of their own...
Publishers Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: m/m/m male mnage, D/s, sex while in shifted form. 
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Martin looked around for something to tie the boat to, to stop it drifting away. Then he realised that he could just climb up the steps with the line in his hand, walk along the rock shelf, and simply tow the whole thing to the shingle beach. That way he could climb out without getting any wetter than he already was, but would still have the boat close to hand.
He managed to get the boat half out onto the beach and even found a rusted iron ring to tie it to. Getting the tarpaulin and blanket out took the last of his strength. He staggered up the beach and was delighted to find a stretch of dry sand past the shingle. He spread out the tarp, then the blanket on top of that, and started stripping off his wet clothes. It seemed to take a long time, and his fingers felt like rubber. In fact, he felt rather as if he were drunk.
He stopped and closed his eyes, and the nausea receded a little. But he knew now that he had concussion. That bang on the head had been enough to do it.
Wonderful. Lost, trapped by a storm, and concussed. Not the best situation to be in. He had to hope that the concussion was mild, because if he had any serious injury he was in deep shit.
Dont go to sleep just yet, a deep, attractive voice said. You owe us something for the rescue, I think.
Startled, Martin opened his eyes again. There was a man standing in front of him, and another just walking out of the water.
And no dolphins in the water.
Naked men. Tall, handsome, naked men. The one in front of him was definitely tall, a good bit taller than he was. And strapping with it, muscular without being muscle-bound. Tall, blond, and handsome. The one just shaking the water off his legs was dark-haired, but otherwise more of the same. Martin felt his cock rise, and then his cheeks flush as he remembered that he was naked too and they could see his reaction. The man in front of him looked down at his erection and then back up at his face, and grinned.
He tried to remember whether you got hallucinations with concussion. It was too long since the last time hed been on a first-aid course. He closed his eyes again. Youre not real. They couldnt be real; dazed or not, hed have noticed if another boat had followed his in.
Oh, youre half naked and find yourself faced with a couple of naked men instead of a couple of dolphins, so you go into denial.
They must have seen him arrive with the dolphins. But how? How had they got here? Could there be a passage down from the surface? Unlikely. Theyd come out of the water, not from further back in the cave. And there was nowhere for them to have come from, unless theyd swum in after him, for there was only his own boat and no other. It was an unlikely place to go for a swim. Im hallucinating. Theyre not real, he said to himself.
Then he felt bodies pressed up against him. If were not real, this isnt happening, another voice said.
He grabbed at the man in front of him, too dizzy now to care about anything but the support he offered. Arms went around him, holding him tightly.
Grateful for your rescue? How grateful?
No. He should let go, should pull away. But he wasnt sure he could even stand up without help now.
Hands pressed on his shoulders, forcing him to his knees. He could feel body heat in front of his face. He opened his eyes and saw what he expected to see -- a cock. And felt a sudden rush of bile to his mouth. Ill be sick.
Not your sort of thing, is it? Amazing how many want it when they think theyre going to be on top, and then change their minds. I suppose youd have been the same given half a chance.
He tried to fight down the dizziness and looked up. Hallucination or not, the man was in front of him and looking fairly determined. Though there was no attempt to force him to take the mans cock now that he was on his knees. No, Ill really be sick. Seasick. And concussion.
The man stared at him for a moment; then his expression changed to concern, and he knelt down in front of Martin. What happened?
Bumped my head coming into the cave. God, his speech was slurred now. It had taken a little while for the effects to set in, but he was very definitely concussed. Here. He tried to point to where hed hit his head.
Hes putting it on, the man behind him said.
No, I dont think he is, the first one said. He touched Martins temple. Martin flinched, but the touch was gentler than hed expected after their initial aggression. It didnt hurt. All he felt was a light touch on his skin and a strange buzzing in his head that must be an effect of the concussion.
Hes hurt, Patrick. Go and see if hes got a torch in the boat; I cant see whether theres any surface damage. The man smiled at Martin, and there was only gentle humour in it, no threat. All right, payment can wait.
Really cant ...
Shhh, its all right. We didnt realise you were hurt, or we wouldnt have pushed you like that. Nothing but concern in the mans face now, the aggression stripped away. He put his arms around Martin again. Try to stay awake for a few minutes; we need to check how bad it is.
Martin let himself sag into the mans embrace and closed his eyes again. He was in no shape to try to get away, and no longer felt any need to. Wish I could. Couple of pretty lads like you, and Im too fucking sick to fuck, he muttered. Though if I wasnt sick, I bet you wouldnt be here. Something in the back of his mind still said that they couldnt really be here, that he was more badly injured than hed realised and this was some sort of fever dream.
He felt the man stiffen slightly and realised that hed said it out loud. Realised what hed said out loud and was astonished at himself. He wasnt one for making passes at strangers, and certainly not strangers whod been pretty damned sure of themselves in making a pass at him.
Aggressive, yes, but concerned for him when theyd realised he was hurt. At least, this one was. Hed dropped all interest in dominance games as soon as hed seen that Martin was genuinely hurt. Martin wasnt so dazed that he couldnt understand his own reaction to that. The contrast with Barrys behaviour was only too stark. It just reinforced his theory that this was a dream, that these two men were something from his subconscious mind, a projection of what he wanted.
You do like men, then?
Mmm. He rested his head against the mans chest. Still feel sick. Think its seasickness as well, though.
That must have been a rough ride at the end.
Dont want to think about it.
He heard a quiet chuckle, then, No, I dont suppose you do.
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