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The Usual Bait

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By Draconicon

Prince Saunak stepped out of the royal boulder with a series of pops and soft cracks. The mongoose stretched his arms over his head, stood on his tiptoes, and bent over backwards, eventually pulling a full backwards flip as he popped out the various kinks and cricks that had formed riding inside of the large stone. The rabbit on top of the rock watched the show, probably hoping for a sight of the royal rump. The prince chuckled, flipping himself back onto his feet with a simple flex, landing perfectly beside the large, smoothed rock.

"Your services are no longer required, good man. Head back to the palace, if you would."

"If you say so, your Highness."

"My ass-ness, good man, ass-ness. After all, one must address my best feature."

"Heh, as you will, your Highness. Shall I use the usual excuses to keep Windsire at bay?"

"Please, do. And see if you can distract him for me."

"I...don't think I can take being that kind of distraction."

"Try."

And with that, the rabbit was off, running along the top of the boulder and spinning it in a manner akin to the way that the log-runners spun their wooden transports down a river. The rock ran down the street faster than any beast-drawn transport, and all and sundry cleared the pathways that it needed to take, getting out of the way before they could be run down, or worse. As always, none were hurt; the rabbit knew his business.

Just as he knew his. Saunak turned, the steaming streets slowly cooling as the night air seeped in off the river, the city of Aparajita shaded from the worst of the sun by the tall buildings that lined the roads, but that did nothing to release the steam, smoke, and other heats that built up from the markets and stalls that lined almost every street. The sweltering warmth left everyone sweating, and he was no exception, though his fine purple vest and silk white pants were unstained. He had learned to walk, nay, dance in them in a way that kept them from doing more than idly stroking his flesh, and often not even that.

Prince Saunak indulged himself in a full spin on his heel, taking in the various stalls closing down on either side of him, the busy street of walkers and runners, of stone-runners and water-striders a few feet higher, and air-kickers past them. The alternating blue-red stones of the various buildings around him shimmered in the heat passing through steam, making the whole street feel almost dreamlike, as it always did.

All around him, passing within arms' reach and giving him none of the respect that they would have given his father and siblings, were the subjects of the realm. Crocodiles, camels, elephants, and dholes were the most common, but here and there were also desert lizards, as well as the smaller, more acceptable serpents that still wandered the streets without obvious allegiance to problematic powers.

All this and more, Prince Saunak saw, and ignored once he was sure that none was there to harm him. He turned, instead, to the very destination that the boulder had brought him to, and the mongoose smiled at the burning fires that had been carefully shaped to make a legible sign.

Four on the Floor, the club was called, and it was one of the new, 'premier' sex clubs in Aparajita. Saunak had come around several times before, to the point where the bouncers knew him by sight, and the rest of the denizens of the club knew that the 'Shame' of the royal family was a regular. Why, just last week he had come around and requisitioned the cock of a rather large elephant for his personal pleasure that night, occasionally rolling around on the floor to show off his prowess in taking fist and cock at the same time for the rest of the club to see. Quite a night out, really, and one that had made an impression on those that had been posturing at the edge of the playrooms.

Saunak's tail twitched eagerly, only for its owner to sigh as he reminded himself why he was there. Not for pleasure - at least, not immediate pleasure - but to solve a problem. Not even a large problem, just one that would become one in the immediate future if it wasn't dealt with now.

Well, might as well get to it.

The mongoose strolled past the line waiting for entry, nodding at the rhinos that stood on either side. The bouncers turned toward him, and one of them - the older - groaned.

"Oh, not you again..."

"Why, is that how you address a prince?" Saunak asked, tossing his head back with a smile. "And here I was thinking of the first time I visited. Surely, my charms can't have faded already?"

"Don't remind me. I couldn't get up after you were done."

"Well, one part of you could."

The rhino's cheeks burned, and the younger bouncer smirked. And just like that, the mongoose prince slipped between them, his hands groping through their pants, fondling their balls. They stood up straight, and he chuckled, patting them.

"Now, be good boys and let me in. I'll save some room in my ass for you, later."

"You -"

"Ah, there we are," Saunak said, slipping in as the door slipped open a mere crack. The rhinos grabbed for him, but considering that they were lunging for the most slippery mongoose in the entire city, there was no chance. "Ta!"

And then he was inside. Four on the Floor had a very obvious motif, if one hadn't clued into it from the name over the door and the various men and women in collars and leashes waiting to be let in. Spread out before him were those that held the leash, and those that were led by it. More than half of the club attendees were on all fours, dragging themselves along at a crawl or - in the case of some that were either better off or owned by those with better equipment for the night - tied up so that they had to balance on knee or elbow. He walked past a stable of them at the door, patting their heads as he did. A casual glance confirmed that most of them were already tied up down below, too, keeping the males from showing cock.

A pity. He might have wanted a pet for the night to keep him busy until his target showed up.

Ah, well. Work is work.

The mongoose all but glided down the tiled-floor hallway, making his way to the first major room of the club. The floor was cleared, sunken in by those that manipulated earth, with steps and ramps of glittering covered crystal that ran out from it. Men and women in rich clothing, either silk or something more hand-crafted from one of the great Houses of fashion, wandered about. Most were in something at least somewhat skimpy, showing some skin or fur, and those that weren't had taken it to the other extreme, covering everything but in something so tight that it showed their bodies more than if they were hidden.

In comparison, he was dressed positively plainly. The lean mongoose smiled, his hands on his hips in a practiced pose as he stood on the edge of the pit. He knew that his lanky build made him look taller than he was, and that the long tail and long body combined to add to that even further. His vest all but rolled off his shoulders, barely held in place along his upper arms as he leaned back and took in the view.

Sadly, nothing too risqué was happening here. The patrons were waiting for the later hours, when they could go all out, or if they couldn't wait, were moving to the booths at the edge of the room, away from the bar and the public gathering place in the pit. Those that really, really couldn't wait took to the passages leading off from the main room, heading to the back rooms where they could get into it for real.

He, on the other hand, had little choice but to mingle. The target, supposedly, was here, and Saunak just had to draw their attention. That was inevitable, of course; he was too boisterous to really hold back.

Clap!

All eyes turned to him after the thunderclap that was his hands coming together. The thud, thud, thud of the music continued to play, but the chatter had stopped. Some eyes widened, some rolled, and still others looked for the emergency exits. Saunak smiled, throwing his arms out and spinning in place. Sparks flew from his feet, flying into the air, joined by flames as he threw his arms out. The fires burned just over his palms, a half-second of brilliant white and orange light before they faded.

"Let's get this party started, everyone!"

The mongoose flipped forward, jumping and spinning before landing in a sudden clearing in the crowd. Flicking his eyes around those that had been dancing in the common area, he grabbed one of the crocodiles that hadn't looked too nervous. He pulled the taller, scaly male in against him, turning in the short embrace that he'd forced so that his rump was pressed right against that lovely crotch. Nice and hard beneath the silks, he found, and getting harder with just a few bumps and grinds.

"Come on, people..." The mongoose grinned. "A royal pardon to all that put on a good show tonight."

He'd said the magic words. Most of them were already horned up, after all, and with the promise of a pardon - a promise that he had always made good on - their lust was unleashed. Those that held leashes pulled at their toys, and those that were waiting for someone to take hold of their leash were quick to find others like them, either submitting or humping each other with all the eagerness that they had been holding back.

For Saunak, it was more finding those that he could leash by their cocks. He had already picked out an elephant for when the crocodile behind him had sated himself, and a camel for after that. He grinned as he used his rolling hips to push down the crocodile's pants bit by bit until -

"There you go," he whispered over his shoulder, feeling the bulge pop free of the crocodile's waistband and slide into a carefully hidden hole in the back of his own pants. His cheeks spread slightly, allowing the stiff prick access to his pucker. "Just let it happen."

"Y-your High - mmmph!"

The crocodile stiffened as the prince rode him right then and there, and Saunak grinned as he took his pleasure from the stubby - if thick - cock that was sliding past his rim. It was nothing compared to the various men in his harem, admittedly, but it was a distraction, and it served his purposes of getting the naughty party started.

All around him, he could see pants coming down - or at least, gaps in the crotch opening up - and there were many cocks on display. Most of them were immediately hidden again inside some orifice or another, but the buffet line of cocks had already tempted him, giving him something to focus on and something to look forward to.

And, of course, there were the judging eyes that lined the sides of the pit. Those that weren't taking their fun, those that looked down on a prince that enjoyed bumping, grinding, and being a bottom, and, as a small category of their own, those that were looking to get rid of him and his family.

Saunak turned, flagrantly throwing one leg up and around the crocodile's hips as he scanned the room. Someone - perhaps several someones - were attending the club and looking for those that they might tempt into yet another attempt at rebellion. According to Savitr, his older brother and spymaster for the royal family, the Great Hood was at it again, spreading dissent among the nobility and those that had wealth and greater income to throw their way. It was one more attempt to knock his family down, one more way for them to try and change the entire kingdom.

Supposedly, their newest supporters were at the club tonight. So far, he hadn't seen someone with the telltale look in their eyes of someone that had met the nagas, but that would come, eventually. He'd made too big a spectacle of himself to keep them from approaching.

He slowly ground his hips down, intentionally clenching harder around that stiff prick. The crocodile was panting hard, shivering against him, and Saunak chuckled, curling his toes and pulling at the back of the crocodile's pants with his flexible digits.

"Something the matter, oh, Mr. Stubby and Thick?"

"Mmmph...never had...royal ass before..."

"Well, it is quite the privilege, and you are a little under my usual standards...but you are cute."

He patted the crocodile's cheek, only to roll his leg around, facing away once more. He slid forward, popping the cock free of his hole. It was mostly to avoid having too big a creampie, he supposed; the mess spilled to the side as the crocodile went over the edge, and the mongoose chuckled at the fountain that spilled free.

"Not bad, not bad. Certainly too small for me, but I'm sure that one of my sisters would enjoy your size."

"You...what..."

"Ah. I'm bored now. But find a good person to collar, and keep having fun."

Giving the crocodile a pat on the other cheek, Saunak made his way through the crowd. Not once had he utterly exposed himself, but everyone knew what he was doing. His exploits were the thing of legend throughout the city, though most of the debauched legend rather than the fancy one.

Didn't matter, though. Everyone knew him, and everyone saw him as the 'Shame' of the family, while still hoping to get a chance of their own on the kingdom's 'bicycle.'

Strutting through the rutting crowd, he offered a comment here and there, teasing some of the tops with their slower fucks, encouraging sluts to be more assertive for what they wanted. He moved forward and outright grabbed some of the bigger cocks from the sucking mouths of minor sluts, giving the shafts a taste before shoving them back down other throats, and even did the same for the more vanilla tops that were just fucking the asses of a free slut.

Hey, as long as the ass was clean, ass to mouth was just one more deviancy that he offered.

Leaving behind one of the camels that were too busy for his tastes, he was just about to make a try for that elephant that he'd seen when someone else tapped him from behind. Saunak looked over his shoulder to find himself face to face with a rock python, one with reasonably obvious muscles through his leather vest, and with a bulge that looked quite promising through baggy, harem-style pants.

"Excuse me, your Highness, but I have an invitation for you."

"Oh, do you now?" Saunak asked, crossing his arms with a chuckle. "I'm sure that many have invitations for me and my ass. Whose do you represent?"

"Someone that would dearly love to meet with you. In the back rooms."

Ah, that was it, then? Someone that was watching, someone that didn't want to be seen in public. Oh, dear, dear, dear, they must really think that he was stupid.

But that just means it's all the more enjoyable to prick that bubble.

The mongoose smiled, offering his hand in dainty fashion, and the muscular reptile took him by the wrist. It attracted some looks, obviously - any reptile descended of the snake stock was sure to get some, in Aparajita, though with legs this snake would avoid the worst of them - but it was just considered one more taboo that the royal 'Shame' was inflicting upon himself. The party that he'd started in the main room would keep on rolling, but he had other plans.

As soon as they entered the hallways leading off from the main room, the massive noise pollution that had saturated the air behind them faded. The walls going down the corridor were padded, meant to keep the conversation that occurred back here from spreading to the other rooms, and keeping the stuff happening in the main room from intruding on the other patrons. Saunak found that it was more fun to start something obscene in public than to hide it, but the idea had yet to catch on.

"So, who wants to talk to me, exactly?" Saunak asked again. "I'm sure that nobody can hear you now."

"A patron of mine."

"A patron? Dear, dear, are you a whore then?" he teased.

"No more than you are."

"Whores get paid. I'm just a slut."

"I suppose you are, your Highness."

"You're very blunt and circumspect at the same time. I'm hardly a fan."

"As you will, your Highness."

"And if I were to turn you down?"

"...Are you?"

The atmosphere in the hallway changed, and the mongoose loved it. The slight thrill of someone that was now ready to fight, someone that would take the step to force him down the hall if they thought they needed to? Oh, that was the sort of intrigue and pleasure that he craved. He laughed, patting the snake on the back.

"Of course not. But I was curious if you were that sort of agent."

"Sort - agent? Sir -"

"Oh, trust me. You're not the first to set up a kidnapping plot."

"Ki-kidnapping?"

The python's face went pale. Oh, that was confirmation if ever there was one. Thinking that he was so deceptive, thinking that he had done so well to make it clear that they were just going for a meeting. They all thought him an idiot that was only led around by his libido.

Well, they were half-right. He was led around by his libido, but that was by choice. It was just more fun.

"So, which room, then?" the mongoose prince asked, striding ahead of the python. "I can take it from here."

"..."

"Unless you're thinking of stabbing me with that syringe you have on your right side, second pocket?"

He felt the vibrations through the earth, and that was all that he needed. Saunak dropped into a spinning kick, the needle of the syringe going right over his head, parting his fur a mere fraction of an inch from his scalp. His ankle caught the snake in the back of the knee, and a rolling spin from the mongoose took him down the rest of the way. He ended up straddling the snake's shoulders and chest, his crotch right on the serpent's chin. With another species he would have been worried about a venomous bite, but here? He just needed to keep him pinned.

Saunak held out his hand to the side, the syringe coming down and landing safe-side down on his palm. He turned his head, looking at the clear liquid inside. It could have been anything, but he imagined that it was some sort of tranquilizer. The prince smiled as he brought it down, the needle scratching against the snake's neck.

"Now, if I were to give you this dose, would you wake up in a couple minutes, a couple of hours, or not at all?"

"You...you're supposed to be - nngh!"

"Ah, ah," Saunak said, smiling a little wider. "Don't change the subject now. Minutes, hours, or not at all?"

"M-minutes..."

"Ah, then you have a route ready outside, or a dungeon beneath. Which, if you please?"

"...A ride."

"Smart, but not particularly so, unless - ah, let me guess. Timing it for something leaving the club, riding with them?"

The shock in the snake's eyes told him that he was right. He shook his head. They all thought that he was just stupid. It was an image that he cultivated, true enough, but it was always just a little irritating to have them believe it so easily.

"Now, which room?"

"1-112," the snake stammered.

"Very good. Now, go sleep."

A quick jab and depression of the other end sunk the snake into sleep right then and there. He leaned the napping serpent against the wall, brushed himself off, and made his way down the corridor. Time to see who he was dealing with.

Room 112 was right at the far end of it, situated near the kitchen and alley exits. Either they'd meant to have a little show for him in this room before bundling him off through the kitchen for a meal shipment elsewhere, or they were meaning to do the same through the alley with some of the trash and debris that would have to be taken out of the city that night. Either way, he'd find out in short order when he arrived without the snake. Saunak adjusted his vest, shook it out, and shifted his erection to the side. No point in being unseemly hard; he had a reputation to keep up, after all.

Pushing the door open, however, revealed someone that he had most definitely not expected. Not some noble that had been corrupted, nor some rich merchant that was seeing this as his way up.

No, instead, he found himself in a room with a member of the Great Hood itself, a cobra naga with hood flared, coils pulled in close to itself, and smoking from a hookah. Its glittering black and yellow scales made it seem all the more alien in the darkened room, lit only by a few candles along the walls, which, in turn, drew the eye to the glittering scales along the hood and the naga's reflective eyes.

Saunak did as he had been trained, his eyes flicking down rather than up, looking at the coils, and his mouth started running, too.

"My, my, I come here looking for a little cock, and I get a massive tail, instead. I seem to have found quite the wrong room."

The naga smiled, waited...and then the smile faded slightly. Saunak smiled; obviously, the serpent had been meant to jab him with the needle while he had been 'shocked and awed' by the person that he had been brought to meet. The plan had already gone off the rails. Time to take it off the rails even further. He stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him.

From the sides, two shadowy figures moved. They reached for him, but they were shuffling, weak, not moving with the speed and focus of the guards that regularly forced him into sparring matches. Saunak dodged them with a simple spin forward, sliding around their grasping hands, only to fling his own back. The wind that flew from his fingers threw the dholes back against the wall, the canines slumping down, and forced him forward. He rode the wind, falling with both feet on the edge of the naga's wide tail. From there, he climbed upwards, shimmying his bare soles along the soft scales.

The snake was all but pinned at that point, but the cobra didn't seem afraid. Perhaps it had other plans, or perhaps it was hoping that his reputation would save it from having to do something drastic. Either way, the naga allowed the hookah to hang from his fingers, smiling through his fangs.

"You are quick, oh royal Shame."

"Oh, quick to dance, quick to fuck, slow to cum." He waved his hand dismissively. "It's part of the charm."

"A charm that is rapidly fading, from what I hear. The royal court is not so fond of you as it was."

Ah, this tack.

When it came to those that wanted to kidnap him - a game that all the rebels, insurgents, or other stirred-up malcontents always tried at some point or another - they had very limited strategies. Sometimes, it was merely an offer of a bribe, sometimes it was the idea that a slut could be broken, and sometimes, like now, it was the idea that his family hated him and they could offer him something better. He'd read that playbook, gone through that script so many times that he knew it by heart, and he was already reciting the other potential lines that would come, thinking them before the snake could say them.

You are just trying to have fun, and they look down on you for it. Surely, you can see that. Perhaps we can -

"- find an understanding, little mongoose. One that will let you have your fun, and give your family the chance to see that you are just more open-minded than they are."

Saunak hid a chuckle, instead choosing to fold his legs and sit at the top of the naga's coils. A chance movement could easily drop him into the coils, from which escape would become far more difficult. Yet, that was part of the fun. He smiled up at the naga.

"And you have a way that could happen, I'm sure."

"Indeed. Many ways. All you have to do is come with me. I can take you somewhere that will give you everything that you need, and give you a gift to take back to your family..."

"Tell me. Will that involve, oh, I don't know...venom? Venom to tip into their cups, to tease them into a debauched night where their powers cannot be turned against you, during which you take over and then 'reward' me with the sight of all my family being taken down a peg, while I get fucked into a continuous stupor for the rest of my days?"

"...Is that not what you want?" the naga asked, obviously trying to hide his surprise. It uncoiled the top band of its tail, trying to twist around him, but every time that it swept in to bring its eyes to bear, Saunak was already looking somewhere else. "We know what you are, oh little Shame...we know what you crave..."

The prince felt the snake's tail slithering along one of his legs. In a second or two, it would be wrapping around his ankle, pulling him back. That, in turn, would be followed by at least one coil getting around his waist to keep him from freely dancing, and that would be followed by the naga tilting his head up to put those hypnotic eyes to work. Perhaps some of the venom that it carried being put to use, as well.

For a moment, he was tempted to just let it happen. He hadn't gotten railed properly in a while, and he really wanted to know how well he'd do against a naga's charms. Normal hypnosis had little effect on him, but nagas were the top-tier powerhouses of that particular talent. Their eyes were capable of drawing in the most loyal men and women, ensuring that they were turned into sleeper agents for the Hood, terrorists and violent activists that would bring about the Hood's goals. It would be interesting to see if they could give him what others couldn't.

But at the same time, he knew that his siblings were watching, waiting to come in and 'rescue' him if he started fooling around too much. He'd over-indulged the last time that someone came to kidnap him - that had been a wolf businessman looking for trade leverage over the royal family, and had been quite the disappointment as an imaginative kidnapper - and his siblings had needed to cross international lines to come get him. Doing that again would only lead to more lectures, more annoyances, and -

Ah, well. The tail was already past his toes, going for his ankle. He sighed, pulling his leg back.

"Let's not get into temptations, Mr. Slither."

"You refuse the offer?"

"Oh, I'm tempted, don't get me wrong. I don't get nearly the sort of fun that I honestly want," he said, pinching the tail tip between his toes, hopping to one foot. "But much as I would enjoy just throwing myself into your little pit of debauchery -"

There was a twitch in the tail, a weakness of naga biology. They were one long string of muscles, so unlike when a normal anthro moved, they couldn't hide their intent. Any movement through the naga's body meant that the whole thing gave away what they were doing. The sudden neck-strike would have succeeded, if Saunak hadn't been paying attention. Unfortunately for the cobra, he was.

He didn't duck, but kicked. The lunging fangs coming for his shoulder and throat made for easy targets as he backflipped over, landing with his spine against the snake's back, with his hands over his shoulders and the naga's fangs becoming perfect handholds. The snake kept trying to shut his mouth, trying to bite, but the mongoose exerted the perfect amount of pressure to keep that mouth open.

"Now, that's just rude."

"MMmph-ga-ha-nnngh!"

"Yes, yes, keep chatting if you want, but that's going to rob you of a fang or two. Could be an interesting trophy, but from what I can feel from here, it wouldn't really work as a dildo, much as I'd enjoy a direct injection right up there."

"Nnnngh?!"

"Oh, please. I'm the Shame. That means that I get off on things that nobody else thinks of."

"..."

"Heh, yes, that's nightmare fuel, isn't it?"

Prince Saunak shook his head, dangling from the cobra's back and hood. It was a bit of a problematic situation from here, to be sure. If the naga got a second to think, to process what was happening, then his opponent would know to use that tail to tease him. A little bit of extra stimulation would be more than appreciated, admittedly, something that he would have enjoyed getting, but he was more than aware of the danger that came from getting that kind of tease.

Particularly if that thick tail managed to get between his legs and up his ass. He'd been fantasizing about a tail fuck for a long time.

So, instead, he let himself dangle more, putting more pressure on those fangs. The naga yelped, grabbing for him desperately, and the prince chuckled.

"Something wrong? I thought you wanted me to hang around?"

"UCK OO!"

"Don't I just wish?"

"ET O!"

"Hmmm, how about no? Unless you have some venom to spare that I can take for my personal use? That last dose I got someone to smuggle to me was a little on the weak side."

The naga flailed, and for a moment, Saunak thought that it was actually going to bring the tail to bear. Instead, the snake flicked it towards a stand off to the side, rooting through a drawer before pulling a vial free. Clear, mostly, with just a hint of purple and black through it. A little adulterated for venom, but he imagined that this was quite a bit more potent than all the other things that he could have gotten off the street.

He grinned, letting go with one hand to reach for it. The mongoose realized his mistake a half-second too late.

The naga flipped him over again, swinging him around and over. His hand slid down the narrowing fang and he went spinning towards the far side of the room. Moving on auto-pilot, Saunak managed to flip himself so that he hit the wall feet first, kicking off it to avoid getting snagged by the tail, but even then, he barely managed to hit the floor and roll out of the way of the succeeding tail strikes.

He might have had some small problem at that point, were it not for the fact that someone else came to the door. Someone that didn't bother talking. Someone that didn't bother dancing, or using fancy powers. Instead, the stallion just stepped in, pulled back a fist, and punched the naga just below the skull and at the top of the spine.

Thump.

The snake hit the floor with a wheeze, out cold in seconds. Saunak shook his head, looking up at the red-furred stallion that had come to his rescue.

"I see my driver couldn't keep you busy." He shook his head. "Did you have to COMPLETELY end it there? I was having fun."

"You were. I wasn't. I have a job, remember?"

"Yes, yes, Windsire, you do. That's to take care of me. And maybe when you put that dick of yours to work doing that, I'll keep you around more often."

The stallion rolled his eyes, but offered his hand. The mongoose took it, the pair of them looking down at the naga and shaking their heads. Well, now they had it. He hoped that one of his siblings had brought a larger than average prison truck, because there was no way that this guy was fitting into the typical royal boulder or carriage.

"Why don't you go and get my brothers and sisters?" Saunak suggested.

"Better idea. You get them."

"Hmmph. Don't trust me?"

"Not a bit, your Highness."

"Probably wise." He smiled. "Be back in a moment."

"Your Highness?"

"Hmm?"

"The venom vial?"

"...Dammit."

The End

Summary: Prince Saunak goes along with a night out to help trap someone.

Tags: M/M, Oral, Groping, Blowjob, Anal, Ass to Mouth, Public Slut, Prince, Royalty, Mongoose, Crocodile, Snake, Naga, Coils, Humor, Power Bottom, Orgasm, Exhibitionism, Magic,