The Masculine Mutant Man: Armaggon

I was at home, going through pictures on my computer. By that point I had photographed a number of mutant males and was setting up for my next appointment in a few days. The doorbell buzzed and I answered the door, wondering if my boyfriend had ordered food or something. Instead I was dwarfed by an enormous shark mutant on my doorstep! He introduced himself as 'Armaggon' and asked if I could grab my camera and follow him out to his vehicle. I looked him over. He wore casual clothing, and hoses were affixed over his gill slits to a large tank of, I assumed oxygenated water strapped to his back. He wasn't one of the men who contacted me about my project online so I was quite confused. Still, he was a nice-looking man in his prime (by my standards!) so I agreed in spite of the circumstances.

I bade my boyfriend goodnight and told him what was happening, or at least as much as I knew. I left my apartment and found Armaggon behind the wheel of a large, modified SUV. I say modified because it was actually large enough for the hulking shark to fit inside. 

He drove us out to the city harbor, and up to a large warehouse. I had done shoots in stranger places but I hoped the location was a bit nicer on the inside. To my surprise there was a computerized keypad near a door in the alley and after Armaggon punched in a code, immense steel doors slid open in front of us. My tail stiffened with alarm. Just what kind of place was this? We went inside, down a short corridor which opened up into a huge lab full of strange-looking equipment, next to an expansive pool. Above us were skylights, around us were reinforced steel walls. We were in an expensive-looking laboratory hidden behind a ramshackle warehouse facade. I wondered why the secrecy was needed.

"What is all this?" I asked him, taking careful stock of my surroundings.

"I am a scientist, a researcher, nothing illegal though I assure you." The shark explained. 

The fact that he added 'nothing illegal' made me even more edgy. He had been wearing khaki pants and a heavy sweater over his breathing apparatus which he now stripped out of, revealing a small pair of bulging green speedos beneath. I tried not to stare.

"Being in your pictures, this will bring in funding for my experiments?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah, I can add a link to your work too when I'm ready to post, or something like that if you give me your details."

"Excellent. That's why I'm doing this after all, for their sake." He motioned out over the still waters of the nearby pool with a clawed hand.  I followed his gesture and suddenly noticed the unmistakable gliding shapes of sharks in the water. I took a subconscious step away from the saltwater pool. I also noticed all of the hoses, piping and filtration poolside. It was an enormous aquarium.

"Well, if you get fans after this, I'm sure some would be happy to donate to your um... What exactly is it you do here?" I asked.

He turned his jet-black eyes on me. They shone even in the low light. "These sharks are critically endangered, I only wish to help bolster their numbers, make them more, capable." Said Armaggon before diving neatly into the water. For such a large fellow, he was remarkably graceful when in his true element. He swam alongside the other sharks, I wondered if they could communicate. I also wondered again what his experiments really were. I truly hoped I was just helping some scientist with his research by snapping pics of his junk, and not, I don't know, helping to fund a super-villain. Yes, I know how that sounds.

I brought out my camera and got some photos of Armaggon in the water, and more as he hauled himself out of the pool in front of me, tugging his swimsuit down to reveal not one, but a pair of fat, bobbing cocks! My mouth dropped open. I had heard that shark men had two penises, er, claspers I guess if you want to get technical. This was my first time seeing them in the flesh though and I wanted to commit them to memory! I used up several rolls of film as the shark man strutted, flexed and slowly jerked himself off, both in one giant hand. It was mesmerizing to watch, and I wanted to help out! But, I remembered I was a professional and kept my thoughts to myself.

When I was sure I had gotten all I needed and expressed it, Armaggon dressed quickly and drove me back to my apartment. We talked a little more on the way, but my driver seemed preoccupied by something. 

"Uh, thanks for modelling and um, picking me up?" I said as I got out of his truck.

"It was my pleasure, I will send you the details for my funding." Said the shark.

"One question though: How did you know where I lived?" I was in mid sentence when he accelerated and drove away down the street. I felt relieved to be home again, but really wondered about the evening I had just experienced. I supposed I should just contact the next guy on my list and not focus on the fact that a seven and a half foot tall shark man knew where I lived.