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Ryan sat on the uncomfortable bar stool, his thick tail hung down behind him. The last couple weeks of work had been emotionally draining to him. From dealing with picky clients, to annoying coworkers, to his newly appointed micro-manager boss, the otter just wanted a break from everything. He would have preferred to sit in a booth by himself, but his work kept him busy a little too late to get in before regular groups of people came through. He had come directly from work and, in his white-collar shirt and dress pants, stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the more casually dressed customers. "Beer, thanks," he said to the bartender. The kangaroo looked at him and smiled. "Just a sec," he said, as he poured some glasses for someone else. "I don't think I've seen someone look so upset on a Friday afternoon in a while. Had a rough week?" Said an unknown voice next to him. Glancing over towards the stranger, Ryan was met with a brown bear whose outfit was even more out of place than his own. The man was dressed in what looked like a scout leader's uniform: a tan short-sleeved shirt that hugged his biceps, the olive-green pants which similarly hugged his legs, hiking boots, various badges with writing he couldn't make out, and a blue and gold neckerchief tight around his collar. The bear had a friendly smile on his face as he sat on the stool next to Ryan. "You could say that," Ryan replied. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I've had something of a rough week myself as well. But I'm glad it's finally the weekend!" The bear said. The bartender, having finished with the other customers, returned to Ryan and passed him his beer. The kangaroo turned to the bear and asked a question. "The usual?" The bear replied with a single nod. "The kids giving you a hard time?" Ryan asked. "Oh, no, I don't work with children," the bear said. "I'm sorry, I just thought that with your uniform…" Ryan said, his words trailing off. He didn't know how to properly ask why the stranger was in a scout uniform. "I like to see myself as a sort of lifestyle coach and the uniform helps people know who's in charge," the bear said. "Ohhh," Ryan replied. "That makes sense." The bear smirked at that. "How about you join me for some sessions? Maybe I could help with what's stressing you." Ryan held up a hand and shook his head. "No, thank you. But you do have me curious about what you actually do." At that moment, the bartender wordlessly slid over the bear's drink. He took a sip and answered. "I take aimless men, without purpose, who are tired of their lives. I then give them a purpose: submission." In just those few seconds, the bear went from fatherly to fiendish in Ryan's mind. He thought he was having a friendly conversation, but now all he saw was a cocked up dom who was looking at making him his sub. "Not interested," Ryan said as he turned away. He looked at his drink that was still untouched, but before he could grasp it, he heard a chuckle from the bear. "That's what they always say," the bear said. Ryan turned back to the bear and saw him dig around in his pocket. A quick jolt of panic struck him as he was unsure what the stranger was looking for. Before he could say anything, the bear had pulled out a small patch. Then, without wasting a moment, the bear arm shot for Ryan before smacking him open-palmed on the chest. From the impact zone, Ryan felt as if electricity was coursing through his system. It flowed throughout his body before it began to focus upwards, entering his mind. "Urgh," Ryan groaned as vertigo began to take over. He grasped the bar's counter to stop himself from falling off his chair, and it worked. The internal storm continued to rage within him, and he shut his eyes to help relieve the increasing pressure in mind. When whatever was happening inside him calmed down, his breathing was still rapid as if he had gone for a run. As he opened his eyes, his view was staring down at his hands gripping the bar counter, but his eyes noticed something hanging down along his body. He grabbed it and quickly realised that it was a type of sash that a scout would wear and sewn on the sash was a single badge. QUIET LISTENER it read. There was also a cartoon picture of an otter which looked suspiciously like him. The otter had a huge grin of his face, but the smile was replaced with a closed zipper. Both furious and scared, Ryan turned to the bear. "What the fu—" he started to say but stopped when he sees the bear's mouth slightly open. He felt a jolt from the badge flow upwards again before stopping at his jaw, forcing his shut. He thought the bear was about to speak, and he also thought it would be rude to interrupt him if he was talking. The seconds passed, the bear kept his mouth ajar, and Ryan kept his mouth shut. He wanted to tell the bear to leave him alone, to fuck off, to let him drink in peace, but he had to wait until it was okay to speak first. After about a minute of silence, the bear spoke with a huge grin of his face. "Weren't you about to say something? Or do you just enjoy the silence?" The bear shut his mouth and Ryan's jaw relaxed as he knew he could speak without interrupting. His face felt hot as he started to blush, embarrassed from getting called out on being silent. "It's…rude to talk over someone else and interrupt them," Ryan said. "That's why you're such a good QUIET LISTENER who knows when to keep his mouth shut," the bear said. Quiet listener. After hearing that phrase, it was like a switch was flipped inside of Ryan. The words of affirmation caused blood to pump to his cock and caused it to become erect within moments. He felt horny in a way he never had before – a mixture of pride and arousal – and he clamped his mouth shut to supress a moan. His breathing was heavy and audible as he failed to control himself. Enjoying the effect of the two words he said, the bear let out a small chuckle and continued. "Any normal person would be moaning and groaning right now, but not you. You're a QUIET LISTENER, aren't you?" The phrase had a direct connection to the pleasure centres in Ryan's brain and, even though he felt like he couldn't get hornier, he did. His dick formed a sizeable tent in his pants that would have been obvious to anyone that looked at him. He could feel his nuts churning as he leaked precum. And his body was, somehow, successful in not making excess noise. "People call me Scoutmaster," the bear began while extending a hand, "what is your name?" The question was so out of place that Ryan partially snapped back to reality. Here he was, a horny mess that was halfway to orgasm from a single phrase of affirmation, and now the bear – Scoutmaster – wanted to exchange names? Ryan thought that, maybe if he complied, he'd be able to say he wanted to be left alone. "R-Ryan," he said, stuttering from the arousal. He put forward his hand and shook Scoutmaster's hand. "Ryan," Scoutmaster repeated. He spoke the name as if he was tasting it. "What were you going to tell me earlier, Ryan?" With his chance coming a lot sooner than he expected, Ryan began to speak. "I'm not interested in—" Before he could finish, Scoutmaster opened his mouth. Because he was a quiet listener, Ryan's mouth instantly closed as he waited for Scoutmaster's to talk. Ryan knew it would be rude to talk over him. After a few moments, Scoutmaster let out a forced yawn before shutting his mouth. When his lips had finally touched, Ryan felt his own mouth relax. "I'm not interested in—" Ryan began but stopped himself as he noticed Scoutmaster opening his mouth a second time. As his jaw clamped shut again, he became annoyed at himself. Logically, Ryan knew that Scoutmaster was deliberately opening his mouth to take advantage of his politeness. But, despite that, he couldn't bring himself to speak. What if Scoutmaster was really going to talk? It would be rude of him to interrupt. Then, after a few seconds, Scoutmaster reached for his drink and took a swig of it. After he placed it back down, Scoutmaster looked at Ryan with a huge smirk that said dared him to try speaking again. His jaw loosened and Ryan blurted out what he had been trying to say. "I'm not interested in drinking with you. Leave me alone to drink in peace." Without saying another word, Scoutmaster reached into his pocket then swiftly planted his palm at the sash Ryan wore. A familiar vertigo struck the otter, and he knew to quickly hold until it stopped. When his head stopped spinner, Ryan instinctively looked down to see the new badge added to his sash. DESIGNATED DRIVER it read. On it was a picture of a beer bottle with a large X over it. "You drinking alone? With that?" Scoutmaster asked while pointing to the bottle of untouched beer that Ryan ordered before the bear sat next to him. Ryan's eyes locked onto his beer, and he could feel a jolt from his new badge make its way up towards his mind. The longer he stared, the longer he could feel it pulsing inside his skull. Memories of him enjoying the occasional drink were fizzled out, replaced with a dependable sobriety that has allowed him to drive his friends home after they've done a night of drinking. When the electric feeling eventually stopped, the beer looked more like an alien artifact than something to enjoy. He didn't know why he had ordered it as he was always the sober one at the bar. "I…ordered the wrong thing," Ryan said as he slid the bottle over to Scoutmaster. "You can take it and I'll just go." "Thanks for the free drink," replied Scoutmaster, who let out a small chuckle. "You sure you want to leave me? I could sure use a trustworthy DESIGNATED DRIVER tonight when I'm done." Designated driver. The phrase buried itself into Ryan's mind like a pickaxe and he couldn't help but wonder if Scoutmaster had started drinking without a plan to get home. A stray thought of driving the bear home safely entered Ryan's mind, which caused his cock to twitch at the thought of being so helpful. "H-How were you planning on getting home?" Asked Ryan. Scoutmaster took another sip of his drink. "I drove myself here and I'll probably drive myself back. I didn't plan on having a DESIGNATED DRIVER to help me tonight." Ryan felt the phrase bore into his mind and he answered without thinking. "That's too dangerous. You should let me drive you home. I caught the bus here, and I can catch it home." "First you want to get away from me, and now you want to be my DESIGNATED DRIVER?" Scoutmaster asked, already knowing the answer. "Yes," replied Ryan without a second thought. His libido had answered for him, not that he minded. The bear was definitely a pervert who wanted sleep with him, but the thought of getting him home safely made him so horny that he'd probably take him up on the offer. "Then say it," said Scoutmaster. "What?" Asked Ryan. "Say you want to be my DESIGNATED DRIVER," replied Scoutmaster. "…I…" began Ryan before he shut his mouth. The arousal had hit him so hard that he had to silence the moan that was building inside him. When it had passed, he answered. "I want to be your designated driver." As he said the phrase himself, Ryan knew he couldn't hold back any further. He clamped his mouth shut to prevent noise escaping him, and then he shut as his orgasm hit him. Without receiving any physical stimulation, his dick had shot cum into the crotch of his pants. With each pulse, his cock made a sticky mess, first it soaked his underwear, and then it made a wet patch on his work pants. Because of his conversation with Scoutermaster, Ryan had been facing him when his orgasm hit, which gave the bear a perfect view of Ryan's ecstasy. Aside from him, however, no one noticed the orgasming otter squirming on his chair. He came as silently as possible as he didn't want to risk making any noise in case Scoutmaster wanted to talk. When Ryan opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Scoutmaster's huge grin, followed by the bears eyes that were fixed on his crotch. He looked down to see the still-growing wet patch and covered it up with his hand even though he knew it was too late. Scoutmaster then finished his drink before grabbing Ryan's beer and standing up. "Let's go." "Go where?" Ryan asked, confused. "Home, obviously," replied Scoutmaster as he began to walk away. "W-Wait," Ryan said as he stood up too. The moment he was on his feet, he felt his load shifting in his underwear. "Can you wait a minute for me to use the bathroom?" Without looking at him, Scoutmaster replied. "If I get to my car and my DESIGNATED DRIVER isn't there with me, I'm driving myself home and drinking this the whole time." He held the beer bottle by the neck and swayed it a few times before he continued to walk away. While Ryan wanted to clean up, he knew he couldn't leave Scoutmaster to drive home while drinking. He had promised to be his designated driver and a crotch full of cum wouldn't stop him. As he followed Scoutmaster out of the bar and to his car, Ryan's cock started to harden with arousal again. They reached the car and Scoutmaster handed over his keys and gave Ryan's ass a quick grope. "Thanks for helping me be responsible," Scoutmaster said as he walked around the car to get into the passenger seat. Knowing that he was doing the right thing had caused Ryan's cock to reach full erection again before he even opened the car door. He didn't like how the perverted bear groped him, but his temporary duty as his designated driver kept him grounded. "No need to thank me. I'm just glad to help you out," Ryan said, getting in the driver's seat. Changing from standing to sitting also caused the cum to shift towards his ass and balls, making him slightly uncomfortable. The key was put into the ignition, Scoutmaster tapped on the dashboard GPS to navigate them home, and Ryan pulled out of the parking lot. Ryan immediately noticed the custom GPS audio instructions as each line had been re-recorded by Scoutmaster. And he thought it was weird that each of them seemed to be assuming that someone else was driving. "Be a good boy and turn left." "Keep doing a great job and stay straight." "Please me by turning right." Each time the GPS spoke, Ryan felt like he was being personally complimented, which did nothing to stop his libido. While his eyes were focused on the road, he could feel his dick tenting in his pants as it enjoyed the job at hand. Half-way through the drive, and half-way through his beer, Scoutmaster spoke up. "You know, I can't help but notice your cock has been hard since the bar. If you want, I can help you out with a little road-head," he said, as he moved a hand to grab at Ryan's crotch for the first time. Ryan was angry. He was furious. He felt disgusted to be treated like that. But he didn't stop driving. He didn't pull over. He didn't leave. It was his duty to get the bear back home, and an outburst could make for dangerous driving. He'd deal with it when they arrived. "I told you I'm not interested in you. I'm your designated driver right now and nothing else," was all Ryan could say. But it didn't help matters that mentioning he was a designated driver caused his dick to start throbbing into the Scoutmaster's touch. Scoutmaster's fingers danced over the tip of Ryan's bulge and focused on the wet patch from his earlier orgasm. "You are something else. You're a QUIET LISTENER, and you should show off that skill until I get home." As the words were spoken, Ryan felt his voice disappear and his mouth clamp shut. He was a quiet listener who was perfectly content with being silent. What he disliked was that his deliberate silence was pleasurable to him, which only seemed to spur on the bear's hand at his crotch. He was driving some asshole home in silence, and he had never been hornier, and he hated that the bear knew exactly what buttons to press. The remainder of the ride was spent in an arousing silence with only the GPS instructions, the vibrations of the car, the chugging of a beer, and the softest of moans breaking it. "That's it. You're almost there now," said the encouraging GPS. That was Scoutmaster's cue to move his hand away from Ryan's crotch. Relief began to fill Ryan as his cock was no longer being teased and he was about to finish the drive and be able to head home. He didn't know how he'd get home, but he thought he could look up bus routes or use a rideshare service. "You know," Scoutmaster began, "I've been looking for a chauffeur lately. Someone who is always available, takes me where I want to go, and who will happily stick around silently and wait for me." The car pulled into the driveway and Ryan continued to hold his tongue. He's stay quiet until the moment he parked the car, and then he'd toss the keys at the bear, tell him to piss off, then leave. "And you've been such a good QUIET LISTENER, and such a good DESIGNATED DRIVER for me tonight…" said Scoutmaster as he moved around on his seat while he fished inside his pocket, "…that you've left me with no choice but to give you the job!" When the car was put into park, Ryan's jaw loosened. "Go fuck yourself you creep. The next time I see you, I'm running the opposite direction." But when Ryan turned to look at Scoutmaster, his eyes locked onto something in the bear's hand. It was a badge similar to the ones he proudly wore, which, in hindsight, was probably how Scoutmaster could perfectly tease him. EAGER SCOUT read the badge, which also depicted his own face with heart eyes and a saluting hand. The sight stunned him long enough for Scoutmaster's hand to reach out and plant the badge onto his sash. For the third time that night, pure pleasure shot up from the impact zone and found its home in Ryan's brain. However, unlike the other times, Ryan could feel that this was different. The vertigo was less intense, which allowed him to keep his eyes open, but the rest of his body felt locked in place. Unable to change where he was looking, Ryan was forced to stare at Scoutmaster and…began to enjoy it… Ryan felt the electricity run rampant through his mind as it targeted every thought he had about the bear. The overwhelming negativity received zaps of pure pleasure which turned the thoughts neutral, which then became positive, which then became something even greater. The feeling forced him to relive his memories of the night as it solidified the new truth. When Scoutmaster first sat next to him, Ryan was glad to be near someone so amazing. When Scoutmaster said his job was to make men submit, Ryan admitted he needed guidance and practically begged the bear to take him on. When Scoutmaster took out the QUIET LISTENER badge, Ryan pinned it on himself and enjoyed the change that followed. When Scoutmaster talked, Ryan listened with a smile. When Scoutmaster retrieved the DESIGNATED DRIVER badge, Ryan had also pinned it to himself and gladly signed himself up to a life without drinking. When Scoutmaster had asked him to drive him home, Ryan was so happy and began to grope himself at the thought of being so useful that he had cum without caring where he was. When Scoutmaster offered to give him road-head after noticing he was still horny, Ryan was sad to decline the generous offer due to potential risk but was able to allow being groped for the drive. And, finally, when Scoutmaster presented him with the EAGER SCOUT badge and an offer of employment, Ryan had puffed out his chest while he held his sash forward and accepted the offer without hesitation. From the moment Ryan had met Scoutmaster, his night had been so exhilarating that he couldn't imagine a life without the bear anymore. He was a scout in need of a leader, and he had found one in the man sitting next to him. As the electricity in his mind calmed down, one part of Ryan was anything but calm. His cock was throbbing in approval inside of his pants and, without even realising he had gained control of his body again, he began groping his bulge. With each squeeze of his crotch, all he thought about was how Scoutmaster had flited with him, teased him, and touched him all night. Part of him was still a little embarrassed about being so sexual so quick, but he didn't know how else to show Scoutmaster how much he appreciated everything. With his free hand, Ryan had raised it in a salute. "You won't regret hiring me. I promise." Ryan declared. "I rarely regret my choices," Scoutmaster replied. "But if you're going to be my full-time chauffeur, you're going to have to quit whatever job you currently have, and you'll have to live with me. We can't have you distracted from your new job, can we?" "No distractions, Scoutmaster. I'll do anything," Ryan said, one hand still in a salute while the other rested on his bulge. With a grin on his face, Scoutmaster unzipped the front of his pants and fished out his leaky cock. "That's a good EAGER SCOUT. Now how about you help me out seeing you've already cum tonight and I haven't." Being called an EAGER SCOUT had Ryan acting without even thinking. He was so desperate to do what he was told that he neglected to even remove his seatbelt. His mouth was open and ready for the cock before him, but he couldn't figure out why his body refused to lean further. Scoutmaster watched his new employee get more and more desperate until his arousal outweighed the fun of seeing the struggling otter fail at something so simple. The bear reached over and unlocked the seatbelt, the click loud enough for Ryan to hear it and realise what had happened. Without another word, Ryan took off the seatbelt and dove directly onto Scoutmaster's waiting dick. His eager mouth wrapped around the bear's cock and, in his desire to show off, took it down to the base. Ryan's nose quickly reached the open crotch hole and slipped partially inside, which allowed him to enjoy the musky scent inside. He took a deep huff before raising upwards, his lips applying a teasing pressure on the shaft between them. When he reached the tip, Ryan's tongue began to lap the underside of the shaft which prompted the shaft to leak precum onto it while making the bear above him moan. "Fuck, I choose good this time," Scoutmaster said as he placed a hand on Ryan's head and lowered it back down to his crotch to give his scout another hit of musk. Hearing that he was doing a good job spurred Ryan on even further. He rose his head up to Scoutmaster's tip, focused on it for a few seconds, then slowly brought his head back down. Each cycle extracted grunts and heavy breaths from Scoutmaster as he got closer to orgasm, and he started to buck his hips up into Ryan's mouth to speed things along. Ryan's sense of time was lost in the cycle. Rise, suck, lower, sniff, repeat. His thoughts were focused on being an EAGER SCOUT for Scoutmaster, which, at that moment, meant doing whatever it took to help him cum. He was so focused in the motions that he didn't understand why Scoutmaster had returned a hand to his head and held him in place as low as he could go. But after a few seconds, he understood why. After giving a final grunt, Scoutmaster orgasm took over. Ryan's nose was pressed deep against the bear's crotch and every breath was filled with a musky scent. He felt the cock in his mouth throb before its load started to hit the back of his throat. He wished he could pull back and little to taste the reward he was working towards, but the bear's hand had him locked down, giving him no choice but to swallow. He wished he could slow down time or loop this moment of greatness, but no matter how badly he wanted it, the moment had to come to an end. As he huffed and panted, Scoutmaster relaxed his arm to allow Ryan to move his head again, and the otter took advantage of the regained mobility to move back up to Scoutmaster's tip and lap his tongue around the extra-sensitive member while hoping to taste some leftover precum. When he couldn't taste anything further, Ryan finally pulled himself off Scoutmaster's cock. It was still just as hard as when he had started, but had a coating of saliva that made him want to keep licking it clean. He turned upwards to ask Scoutmaster if he could clean the cock completely, but the bear's open mouth stole his ability to speak. Even in this moment, a QUIET LISTENER like him couldn't dare to potentially interrupt if Scoutmaster was about to speak. The pair sat silently in the car for some minutes. Scoutmaster, in pure afterglow. Ryan, in obedience. With Ryan unable to speak, Scoutmaster broke the silence. "You did really good, scout," he said. The compliment felt like a warm hug around Ryan. "Thank you, Scoutmaster." "I think you deserve a reward," Scoutmaster said as he moved to stroke Ryan's neglected dick that had been bulging in his pants the whole time. "After we go inside and get you changed into your new uniform, we'll meet your fellow scouts, and I'll let you pick one of them to help you out with this." "Can't wait," replied Ryan, not wanting to say much more as he focused on not moaning. Scoutmaster then moved his hand away and started to tuck his cock back into his pants. As he finished zipping up his pants, the bear turned to Ryan. "Are you just going to sit there all night, or are you going to open my door?" "S-Sorry, Scoutmaster," said Ryan as he rushed to open his door and then run over to the other side of the car to open Scoutmaster's. He extended a hand and Scoutmaster took it to help himself out of the car. "Don't stress too much about forgetting the smaller stuff. New scouts always take a little time to learn the new routine. But with each new badge you earn, everything will get easier," said Scoutmaster. "Now, let's go inside and have you earn your WELL-DRESSED SCOUT badge." "Yes, Scoutmaster," said Ryan as he threw up a hand into a salute. He then followed Scoutmaster into his new home, excited to be Scoutmaster's EAGER SCOUT and full-time chauffeur.