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This is a continued story of Damo and the club. This one is a little more tame than the others, but it still is a little harsh. Read at your own risk.

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Isaak leaped to his feet at the sudden appearance of the club's owner. He winced a little at the sound of the bear cub falling down to the floor and possibly rapping his skull against the hard floor of the room, but he dared not take his attention away from the raging hippo advancing on him.

"Sorry, sir-I mean, I-"

"No excuses, Isaak!" Karlos yelled, jabbing his finger against the polar bear's chest, each jab pushing him back a step until he fell back against the couch. He looked up at the hippo's glaring face, gulping slightly at the ivory tusks that glinted in the soft light of the lounge. It was not the first time that set of ivory and jaws set him trembling, and he doubted that it would be the last, particularly after Karlos had nearly snapped a gator's spine in half when the reptile had been too rowdy and refused to go.

Of course, that had been more than a decade ago, when the club was still doing well and not limping along on the pity and patronage of the most dedicated customers.

Swallowing hard, Isaak said, "S-sir, we-that is, me and Draconicon-brought this cub in here to get some training. I know that...that it's against your rules, but..." He trailed off, his fear of the hippo strong enough to keep him tongue tied for the moment. Breaking the rules like this, he was lucky he wasn't already experiencing those strong jaws around his neck.

"But what?" Karlos said, turning his glare from his employee to the street urchin on the floor. He kicked at the boy's ribs and sent him rolling, his flab bouncing around along his belly and legs as he connected. "Training this little shit to be a slave? Perpetuating the slave trade all the clubs around here are in? I should throw you out of here on your ass right now! Give me one reason why I shouldn't, Isaak, just one fucking reason!"

"Because if we don't do this, all three of us will be thrown out on the streets, and the club is going to be torn down."

Isaak sighed in relief as Draconicon walked into the lounge, and closed his eyes. So long as Karlos wasn't favoring him with that glare, he was fine.

The polar bear bent down from his seat, and felt the cub's ribs. They weren't broken, at least, which he had worried about from the force of his boss's kick. The unconscious cub did flinch in his sleep a little, though, so they were bruised, at least. "Boss?" Isaak muttered, keeping his eyes on the cub. "Can I take this guy back to another room, clean him up a little? I think he should be-"

"Keep him right where he is, Isaak," Draconicon said, interrupting him. Isaak looked up in a bit of surprise at his partner's assertiveness with the hippo, as well as a little bit of envy. "We already spent a week getting him this filthy. We left him in the deprivation chamber for a week, and we can't use anymore time to get him back to this if you clean him up. Besides...he's sexier when he's this musky and rank."

Isaak nodded in acquiescence, but still pulled the little cub further away from the hippo. If there was going to be a fight between the dragon and the hippo, as there looked to be, he didn't want the cub to be in range of the blows.

He knew that it was stupid, but he was starting to feel very, very attached to little Damo.

~~~

Karlos set himself, arms crossed and glare strong, in front of the dragon. He wasn't going to be defied in this matter, certainly not by one of his own employees. "You think you can disobey my rules for MY establishment, Draconicon? You do remember who signs your paychecks, who tells you what to do, right?"

The dragon shrugged his shoulders. "You might sign my checks, Karlos, but you're not going to be signing them for long. If we can't get some new customers to the club, you won't have the money to sign any more checks, and after all that you've poured into this place, you certainly won't have enough money to hold onto your apartment, either," Draconicon said. He seemed completely unintimidated by the hippo's glare. "I would estimate you have...maybe two months until your funds run completely dry, based on what I've learned. Correct?"

Karlos flinched lightly inside, but kept it from showing on his face. The dragon was pretty much correct on that matter, as much as he hated to admit it. More to the point, the money would run out in less than two months, closer to a month and a half. He would be damned if he actually admitted their dire straits, though. "So what? It doesn't mean you can break the rules I made!"

"No, I don't suppose it does," the dragon said in a tone of voice that just made him boil with anger. "It does mean, however, that there are rules that will have to be suspended until this little crisis is over." Draconicon walked across the lounge from the doorway, and, ignoring the hippo, leaned down by the bear cub. "This guy is the one real hope we have of keeping the club open. He might be just one slave, compared to the tons of slaves that the other clubs have, but he has an advantage over them."

Karlos had a pretty good idea of where the dragon was going with this, but refused to say it aloud. Instead, he walked across the room and pulled his employee away from the cub. "Stay the hell away from him! Clean him up, and get him the hell out of my fucking establishment! I won't have anybody like that in here. He's not going to be a slave. He's underage, for drinking, sex, everything!"

The dragon chuckled a bit, not even flinching at Karlos's grip. The hippo slapped himself, mentally, for saying all that aloud. It was the precise reason this cub would be better than having masses of slaves. There were always those that preferred the...younger...crowd when it came to sex, and they were much higher paying than those that just wanted a regular slave for sex. "Don't even think about it, Draconicon," he warned, shaking a pudgy finger in the reptile's face. "I will not tolerate you-"

"Saving your business? Keeping you off the streets? Keeping you in the lifestyle you've become accustomed to?" Draconicon asked, that insufferable grin still spread across his face. "I have more, but I think that covers most of it, don't you?"

Karlos pulled back a fist with a roar, intending to flatten the dragon. He was tired of being treated like he was a kid having a tantrum. He was tired of the dragon acting as though he knew what was best, and could do this with impunity. Hell, he would teach this scaly a lesson for this!

POW!

The hippo rubbed his snout as he pushed himself up from the ground, his glare no less strong, but with a bit of surprise mixed into it for the dragon.

Standing over him, Draconicon rubbed his fist lightly. He shook his head. "Well, I have to say, hippo snouts are a little stronger than those of a shark. Must be the ivory that's just below them, huh?" Draconicon laughed a little, and held out a hand. "I wouldn't try decking me again, Karlos. You might have a strong jaw, but your fighting skills...well, they've always been a little weak."

Karlos nodded absently, taking the dragon's hand with a slight growl. "Yeah, you made that point..." he muttered, rubbing his snout a few times with his free hand. The fat rolled around a little bit, making momentary wrinkles before they disappeared again. "Don't think you get to keep the slave just because you knocked me down, though. This isn't over, not by a freaking long shot."

"I didn't think it was, Karlos, I didn't think it was," Draconicon said in return with a shake of his head. He gestured to another door on the other side of the lounge, half hidden behind the fountain. "Shall we get out of here? Talk about this, in some privacy?"

Karlos nodded, and marched off towards the other room in a huff. If nothing else, he wanted to see what the hell the dragon thought he could do in private that he couldn't do in person. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let the dragon lead him by the nose anymore.

If he could help it.

~~~

Damo grunted softly at the sounds of all the voices yelling and talking and whispering around him, and tried to nuzzle himself back into the softer garbage bags he'd made as his bed. He just wanted to sleep, to stop having those dreams of that mean dragon, and get back to the nice dreams of the kind polar bear.

But the talking just wouldn't stop, until the conversations were finally punctuated by the loud slam of a door that broke him out of his half drowse.

Jerking awake as the slam of the door broke through his sleepiness, Damo looked around for who might be in his little alley, and was reminded of his situation. The dreams of the dragon and bear were not dreams, not dreams at all.

The kind polar bear was looking down at him now, and the sight of the one person who'd been kind to him was the only thing that kept him from leaping to his feet and running away as fast as he could. Shaking his head, the cub muttered, "What...what was all the yelling?" He tried to stretch out a little bit on the hard floor, and winced as pain rushed through his side. "And why...why does my side hurt?"

"Sorry about that, little cub," the polar bear said, reaching out with one arm and pulling him closer. "My boss...not the dragon, but the boss that owns this place...didn't like this. He kicked you because he was angry, so that's probably why you're in pain."

That made some sense, he supposed. And it was good news to him. He didn't have to be a slave, and if the polar bear's boss didn't want slaves...

"Um, Master?" Damo asked, barely tripping over the honorific. "Will...will your boss let me go? Will I be able to leave?" He wondered if it would be a good thing to go, for a moment, but dismissed that thought. He had to leave! He didn't want to be a slave...no matter how much it might feel good. No, it didn't feel good, it didn't feel good.

But when they were having sex...when the polar bear had been stuffing his ass...

No, he would not keep thinking about that. No matter how kind the bear was being, no matter how much pleasure that he might get out of some of the acts they did, they were training him to be a slave for them and to others, and he didn't want to be a slave!

Still, when the polar bear looked kind of sad from what he said, he wondered if he really would hate that.

"Well, Karlos really doesn't want to have any slaves here," the polar bear...Isaak...said after a moment of hesitation. "He would have cleaned you up and kicked you out already, if Draconicon hadn't stopped him. They're talking right now about it, over in that room," Isaak said, pointing to the door on the other side of the lounge.

Damo nodded to himself, and started thinking a little more about his future. On the street, one didn't have the luxury of thinking of their future when any hour could be their last. Here, when he had gotten some little bits of food, and some rest, he could take the time to think.

So far, it could have been a lot worse out on the streets than it was here in the club. The dragon had been a little cruel, but there were bullies along the streets that wandered through the alleys that were far worse than him. Nevertheless, despite his cruelty, he was honest. The dragon hadn't lied to him at all, and told him the truth about whatever was being done. That was a lot better than others that he could name.

Isaak, the polar bear, was even better. As honest as the dragon, the polar bear was also kind, and hadn't minded sharing pleasure with him earlier, during the second part of his training. If he wasn't a slave, he probably would have liked living with the older bear. Maybe even as a slave, matter of fact.

The hippo was the only one he didn't really know about, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to know about the hippo. The owner of the club...he must be a very angry male, if he had kicked him the way that Isaak said he had.

Holding his side as the pain returned at the thought of what caused it, Damo said, "What...what is Karlos like? What would he do...if that dragon convinces him that I have to stay?"

The pause that Isaak held instantly made him nervous. He smelled himself sweating through his fear, and the additional musk made him gag lightly. It was worse than the dumpsters out in the city in the middle of summer, and that was saying something. Coated with shit, vomit, piss, sweat, and leaking cum from his ass from Isaak's earlier fucking, he smelled terribly.

Yet, like so many other odd things, it still kept his little cub cock hard.

He glared down at it for a second as he felt it stiffen a little harder. His little length bobbed slightly from unexplained arousal, and he slapped his shaft. He was tired of being excited by these things. They shouldn't have been enjoyable.

"Well..." Damo looked up as Isaak started to speak. "He's extremely sensitive about his own dominance. More than likely, he'd treat you a lot like how a pack dog would treat someone lower ranking within the same pack. Probably mark you as his property...probably make you worship him like a god as well," the polar bear said, pausing now and then as he described the probable actions of his superior.

"Great," Damo muttered, slumping down a little more. He curled up, his arms around his legs. His head slumped forward. Rather, it tried, but was caught by the larger bear's paw.

Forced to look up at Isaak, Damo shivered. The polar bear looked at him with the closest thing to love and affection that he'd ever seen, and he was forced to wonder yet again if being a slave for this male would be a bad thing. He hated himself for thinking that, but he couldn't help it.

"He won't hurt you, cub," Isaak said. "He might humiliate you, and he might make you debase yourself a bit, but he won't hurt you. He won't even stick his cock up your ass. He likes to mark people and jerk off to being worshipped, so all you'll have to do is stand there and let him do as he likes, and say what he wants," the polar bear said.

Without warning, the larger male pulled Damo into a tight embrace. Grunting from both the force and surprise of the hug, Damo nevertheless returned it, though with some confusion. The polar bear was rubbing his back, and he could feel the older bear's sheath against his front. It was...odd. It felt good, it felt comforting, but it wasn't anything like what he felt before.

"You know, it's weird," Isaak muttered in his ear. "Before, when we found you in the alley, I thought you were cute. Pretty sexy too, I admit." The older bear's hands squeezed his rear for a moment before returning to the back rub. "But now...even though I fucked you a minute ago, I...I can't help but feel a little more for you. I don't know what having a cub would be like...I don't think I ever would, considering my luck with females...but I don't think I'd love a cub of my own as much as I think I love you."

Damo stiffened in surprise in the older bear's arms. Surprising as the hug had been, the declaration of love from Isaak was ten times more startling. To be loved...

That was something he never thought he'd find, especially not here.

Unable to think of anything to say, he simply held onto the older bear. His nose picked up the musky scent of growing arousal in the other bear, but it was a smell that was a part of Isaak, and it didn't bother him. He even liked it, and nuzzled a little harder against Isaak's neck, rubbing his nose through the neck fur.

They stayed like that for a good five minutes, holding one another close. It was wonderful to Damo, and from the light murrs that escaped the older bear, it was good for him too.

And it was ended by another door slam.

~~~

Karlos strolled out of the back-back room with a grin on his face and a stain on his pants. The dragon followed behind him, wearing a smile as well, if not quite as large. Didn't matter to the hippo, though, not with what he was imagining he would do with that cub.

He cocked his head to the side as he saw the polar bear holding the cub in a hug. "Hey, Isaak! Let him go for a minute. You're not the only one who's going to be training that bear, you know!"

It gratified him to see the polar bear leap away with as much speed as he did. The dragon being so uppity and disobedient had been bad enough even with the rationale behind it, but if the polar bear started doing the same...

Didn't matter for now, though. Nearly bouncing along the floor with anticipation, he rushed to the young cub. "So, Draconicon tells me that you've learned vomit play and anal, hmm?"

The cub, seemingly a little disoriented after being pulled out of his hug and into the grip of someone who was still strange to him, hesitated before nodding. "Y-yes sir," the cub said. "I had sex, anal sex...and I vomited on Master Isaak's penis!" He almost seemed proud of that.

"Well, you won't have to do that again, slave," Karlos said. "Come with me. I'll be handling the next part of your training." The hippo walked along, expecting the bear to follow along behind him. He was all the way to the other side of the lounge before he realized that the cub hadn't taken so much as a single step. Whipping around, the hippo growled lightly, showing off his ivory tusks beneath his facial flab. "Bear! Come!"

The cub rushed across the floor after he yelled, Karlos was happy to see. He didn't want to have to make the cub learn by force, but he would if he had to.

The hippo led the cub out of the lounge and down the halls of the back of the club. He paused for a moment at the door to the sensory deprivation chamber, rubbing his chin. "I never thought the dragon had enough money to put one of these things in...I'll have to make sure to bring a few people back here, now that I know he has one," the hippo said before walking along past the door.

Before long, the two mammals were back in the front room of the club. The door that led out to the streets was locked and blocked. That was the first thing he had done when he arrived, in case what he had previously feared had been true. Now that he knew it was true, after what he had talked with Draconicon about, he wasn't afraid anymore. In fact, Karlos was quite ecstatic, and very eager to start training this little slave for his duties.

After checking to make sure that the door was locked and the windows were about as opaque as they could be, Karlos turned back to the cub. "Slave, what is your name? Or, rather, what was your name?"

The cub hesitated for a moment, standing by one of the stools near the bar.

"Speak up, boy," Karlos said, sitting down on one of the dusty couches that were further from the bar, near an empty stage.

"D-Damo," the cub said, shyly. Perhaps even with a little fear. "My name was...was Damo."

"Good," the hippo said. Even the nod that followed that word had some of his fat rolling across both his belly and face. "From now on, you will be addressed as 'Slut', or 'Slave', or something along those lines. You will not have your name back until you earn it, and perhaps not even then," Karlos instructed, wanting to make sure that the cub understood that very clearly.

The cub nodded, one hand clinging to the barstool. He hesitated for a moment before walking across the club floor. The bear's naked body, with that little sheath bouncing and the balls swinging side to side, was quite sexy for the hippo, but he was just too skinny for the hippo to get too lustful over. He would have to do something about that, he was quite sure.

Gesturing for the cub to continue forward when he hesitated, Karlos took a deep sniff. Even from the distance of half the room separating them, Karlos could still smell the powerful musk that his employees had made sure was caked along the young bear's body. The fur held sweat, piss, shit, cum, vomit...a plethora of scents that was more than enough to pull his cock out of his sheath.

He rubbed his member gently as the cub got closer; panting softly by the time that Damo was standing in front of him. "So, cub, has either of my employees marked you yet? I don't smell it, but I could be wrong. Still, I don't really think that I am," the hippo said with a laugh, his belly fat jiggling as it rolled again.

"M-marked me?" the cub asked, looking confused. "What kind of mark? I mean...no, they haven't," Slut said.

Good, the boy was starting to learn some kind of obedience at least. That was better than nothing, certainly, but Karlos could tell that there was still quite a bit of work to do on this one. "Well, then it seems that the task falls to me," he said, laughing again as the cub abruptly took on a face of terror. God, but this cub would be entertaining in ways other than simple fucking. "Don't worry, it's not a branding or anything like that," he said with a wave of his paw.

That seemed to relieve the cub a little bit, but he still looked scared to Karlos. "Come here," the hippo said. He had to gesture twice for the cub to actually get within arm's reach. Annoying, certainly, but expected.

Forcing the cub down to his knees in front of him, Karlos petted the bear's head. "Do you know what watersports are, Slut?" The cub shook his head, and Karlos chuckled. "Good, then I get to take some pleasure in training you for that."

Waving his shorter dick at the cub, Karlos said, "Close your eyes. Piss doesn't feel good in the eyes, and it's not part of the lesson for you to watch, anyway."

With no more warning than that, Karlos let loose, piss spraying all over the cub's face.

~~~

Damo had his mouth open to ask just what his hippo master meant about the pee getting in his eyes, but that turned out to be a bad idea in the extreme. No sooner had he opened his mouth than a stream of the hippo's salty, strong piss landed in it. There was so much of it that it almost instantly overflowed, streaming down his chin and soaking into his fur, melding with the other smells that were packed down into his coat.

He couldn't even protest the fat hippo's actions, considering his mouth was full of piss. He couldn't spit it out. He was risking enough just letting what had already fallen out do that. But he couldn't take the taste...so he swallowed.

"Oh, very good, Slut," the hippo above him said, and despite himself, he felt a bit of a glow from the praise, and, sickeningly, from the name. "Now let me put it in your mouth..." The hippo's hand pressed on the back of his head, pulling him forward against the hot stream until the tip of his master's member slid into his mouth. He'd thought the first bit of the stream had been strong tasting; this was about four times stronger.

Trusting to his instincts, Damo grabbed the hippo's hips, slowly pulling the cock further into his mouth. The spray of piss into the back of his mouth was very hard to get used to. Each spray seemed to hit his tonsils directly, and what went around it hit the back of his throat in the perfect way to make him gag. More than a few times in the first minute, he thought that he would be lucky not to repeat the lesson he'd gone through with Isaak. Through sheer effort of will, he managed to keep his stomach down and his face calm, even though his belly was rolling like a ship on stormy seas.

He couldn't swallow the urine fast enough, causing some of the salty, golden piss to flow down his chin and drip onto his chest, flattening and matting his fur further. The smell was terrible, disgusting, yet he felt his member slipping out of his sheath in arousal. Again, he felt himself getting hard for something that didn't make sense for him to enjoy in the least, but this time, he didn't fight it. This time, he was determined to just enjoy it.

The piss didn't taste as bad as when he'd started, which surprised the cub. He...almost enjoyed the feeling of the hot piss running down his throat. He had always wondered what a hot drink would taste like, and even if this wasn't what he had in mind before...well, it was good enough. He gripped the hippo's hips a little harder, sucking on the shaft in his mouth harder. He felt the hippo's muscles tense up a little bit, and grinned to himself. At least he could surprise them a little bit.

In the back of his mind, he knew that he could hurt the hippo a lot here. A very sensitive part of the hippo's anatomy was in his mouth, and his teeth were far from dull. He could get away, if he bit down hard enough and ran fast enough. It wouldn't be that hard, if he really tried.

But he realized...he didn't want to.

No matter how much he protested, he realized that there was no purpose to resisting the masters of the club any more. All of them, even Isaak, would fight to keep him here, and each one of them would make sure that he was punished if he tried to leave. On the plus side, they would make sure that he was fed, he was sure of that much. They needed him, so they said. They couldn't afford to treat him too badly, if they wanted him to be the slave that they needed. He had a little bit of control. Not much, but enough. Enough to make sure that he survived.

Even as he thought of that, Damo felt himself being pushed back off of the hippo's cock. For a moment, he thought that Master Karlos suspected him of being resistant again, and he put on as meek a face as he could think of. All that it earned him was a laugh and a pat on the head. "Don't look so scared, Slut," the hippo said, making him shiver again at the name. "You're doing well, but you can't pull off the meek look just yet, so don't bother trying."

Damo opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but the fat hippo didn't give him a chance. Master Karlos stood up faster than he had thought such an obese hippo was capable of moving, and laughed a bit. Each laugh made those rolls of fat on his belly, hell, the rolls of fat and chubbiness all along the hippo's body, jiggle like crazy. It was almost entrancing, in a way.

"Back up a little bit, Slut," Master Karlos said, and Damo rushed to obey. He scooted back quickly. The hard floor of the club hurt his knees with each shuffling move, but he wasn't going to give the hippo a reason to think he was disobedient.

The hippo followed right behind him. Maybe the hippo wanted to pee where the piss wouldn't have as much chance of getting on the furniture? Damo didn't know. These people were weird, freaky, after all. Half of what they did made no sense at all, and the half that did only made sense after it was explained to him.

The hippo ordered him to stop when they were about four feet away from the couch. Damo froze in his tracks, and turned to look back at Master Karlos. "Yes, Master? What...what do you want me to do now?" he asked, keeping his voice as subservient as he could.

"Just stay as still as you can, Slut," Master Karlos said, grinning wider than anybody Damo had seen on the street. The hippo played with his dick a little bit, and Damo surprised himself by hoping that there was more piss in the hippo's bladder, and that Master Karlos would piss it all over him. Damo nodded in compliance with the order, but questioned why he was feeling like that. He had promised himself to try and enjoy it. He didn't promise that he would like it. It was wrong, he thought, but instead, it felt like he was beginning to enjoy this stuff as much as the people teaching him did.

He stopped thinking as Karlos resumed showering him with piss.

The hot, golden fluid rained down on him from the hippo's cock. Whatever the strength of the piss flow had been when he'd been drinking it, it seemed to have doubled at least as he was coated with it. The sheer volume of the golden shower staggered him, and aroused him, his little four inch dick hard as a rock out of his sheath.

"Yeah, Slut, you like this, don't you?" Master Karlos said, walking in a slow circle around him, the piss hitting him from a different angle every second. "You like being treated like the slutty, filthy whore that you're going to become, don't you? You know you want to be the club slave, and you like the training more than anything," the hippo muttered, just loud enough to be heard over the tinkling of the flowing piss hitting both Damo's fur and the floor.

The golden shower covered him from front to back, from head to toe, in ways that he never thought that another anthro could do. Damo panted hard as the scent pushed his own arousal higher, and higher, his dick leaking pre along its mini length. He shivered as the hippo walked around to face him again, and pointed his own, far larger dick at his groin. "Does the Slut want me to piss on his cock? Does Slave want to have his privates marked as my property?"

Damo nodded eagerly, and bowed his head multiple times very quickly. "Please, please, Master Karlos, mark me! Make me the slave here, please, mark me with your piss!" he begged, barely keeping from leaning in and sucking the piss straight from the cock again. "Please, mark me!" he pleaded, knowing that it would also make him cum, he was sure of it.

~~~

Karlos chuckled at the bear cub. This was the troublemaker that had Draconicon so concerned? This was the slave that the scaly thought would take weeks to train, if they weren't careful? This bear was a slut, nothing more, and nothing less, and he would never be more. If he ever needed more proof, he would just summon up the memory of the ursine begging for his piss. Only a slut would ever actually ask for it.

Just as he was asked, he let loose with the last of his bladder. His aim was perfect, hitting the top of the bear's cock in the first burst. The stream crisscrossed the length, going up and down the shaft until resting on the top, playing over the urethra.

He was enjoying the power of marking this little male when the slave interrupted it by cumming. The streams of white shooting from the tip of the little, pathetic cock interrupted his pissing, removing the salty, acid smell of his urine and replacing it with the natural crotch musk the cub emanated.

It took all the self control that he could muster to keep from slapping the cub across the face. How dare he erase the marking scent?! How dare he make this about his pathetic pleasure, rather than his?!

"You shouldn't have let yourself cum, cub!" Karlos muttered, his frame shaking in repressed anger. He actually seemed to vibrate as his body jiggled and shivered. Yet the fat didn't slow him down a whit as he grabbed the cub by the throat, and yanked him down against his leathery sheath and crotch. "You think that you can just cum whenever you want, Slut?! You think that you are the one that's supposed to get pleasure? Do ya? Huh?!"

He kept the struggling cub down against his crotch, forcing the musky scent of his own crotch against the bear's nose. No breath would pass by the cub's nose that wasn't completely saturated with his scent, he knew from experience. No matter his own protestations against using strippers and slaves, he wasn't against going to another club and enjoying himself. He knew what his musk smelled like, moreover, and he knew the powerful, heady, salty, sweaty scent would be powerful enough to overwhelm anything else the bear could possibly smell.

He ground the cub's face against his balls, forcing the bear's fragile nose against it. He didn't care if it hurt the cub, in fact, he almost hoped that it did. The cub had to learn who was the boss, and it was either from him and the other managers of the club, who would be a little more gentle, or a customer that would make the lesson a living hell for the boy.

It wasn't until the boy was panting, gagging, and begging for breath that he was allowed to come up for air. Even then, Karlos didn't offer the slightest apology for his behavior. "If you're going to cum, you need to earn it, and no matter how compliant you were, you didn't earn a climax yet, Slut." He shoved the boy back down against his crotch, holding him down in the suffocating musk again. "You don't have the right to cum before your master, or your employer. You only get the option of it if your master or employer wants you to cum. If you dare do that again, I will make sure that you lose your balls! If you can't control it, you just won't get the option."

Again, he held the boy down against his crotch until the cub begged for air again, showing the signs of shortness of breath again. Rather than allow the boy to just recover, though, Karlos held the end of the slave's muzzle against his cock tip. "To make up for that little slip, slut, you're going to worship this cock of mine. You're going to convince me of just how much you love it, how much it rules your life, your lusts, your fantasies, or I'm going to have to teach you a different kind of lesson," Karlos said, glaring at the cub, making sure that those frightened eyes took in every word that he said.

The cub struggled against his grip for a moment, looking at the door a few times, considering escape, doubtlessly. Karlos pulled on the cub's neck in a grip that would nearly strangle the little guy, but he didn't care. He had to instill obedience, or, heaven help him, he would strangle the whelp himself.

"You might as well learn this now. Either you worship and obey all of your masters and employers like gods, or you will be gradually cut apart, served up as meat for the customers, until you're dead," the hippo said, his eyes showing that he was deadly serious. "Understood?"

The threat finally seemed to get through to the cub, and he nodded as he released the boy's collar. "Good. Now, get to work on worshipping my cock," he commanded, leaning back a little bit to put his bits on display, for the cub to work on them a little bit easier.

With his eyes closed, he knew that he was taking a risk with the cub. If the stubborn streak came back to the little Slut, then he'd be in risk of losing his cock to those sharp teeth. Nothing that modern medicine couldn't deal with, but it would hurt quite a bit. Nevertheless, he kept his eyes closed. If the cub was going to trust him as a master, then he would have to trust the Slut as a slave.

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Damo looked up at the closed eyes of the hippo. He could take this moment to run, he could take this moment to get away...but again, he just couldn't. Leaving now would put him back on the streets, if he even got out of the club. It was only going to get worse out there, no matter how hard he worked to keep himself alive, while here...well, it wasn't good, exactly, but it was reliable, but only so long as he did what the masters wanted him to do.

Steeling himself, he pushed his nose down against the pungent balls of the hippo again. They were just as strong as they were the first time, and they made his eyes water from the sheer stench of them. The musk that they produced seemed to take a freeway fast track to his head, and it slammed into his brain with the strength of a hammer blow. It almost made him back off again, no matter the consequences. It would have succeeded...if it didn't also make him feel horny himself.

This scent was so strong, so laced with male arousal, that he couldn't help but feel horny himself. Murring, he nuzzled against the sac of the hippo. His paws pressed into the rolls of fat in the hippo's thighs as he nuzzled a little more enthusiastically, his lips loose, slack, rubbing over them in messy kisses, kisses that soon were a great deal more intentional.

He slobbered over the testicles, moaning as he did. The musk, so strong, so fragrant...it was like it was taking over his mind in some ways. In any case, it pulled him from simple kisses to delicate licks, and from licks to laps. His tongue pushed down against the hippo's balls, and the base of his cock, each movement no less than reverent, his paws kneading against the rolling flab of the hippo's legs, slowly moving upwards. Each lick brought his tongue a little higher up the master's cock, a little closer to that glorious tip, the hole of which was leaking pre like a fountain. The nectar of that pre flowed down to his flicking tongue, and Damo moaned as he tasted it. The musk was delicious and arousing enough now, but the pre...it was even better than the piss!

Before he could move to the tip and lick at the source of such delicious nectar, the hippo pushed him back. Did he do something wrong? His eyes must have looked like he believed he had, because Master Karlos only laughed at him. "Don't worry, you're doing fine, so far," the suddenly jolly hippo said. "But now, I want you to worship with your words, as well as your actions. You love my cock, you showed that, but I want to hear it too."

Damo shivered, and not just from the request. The way that this hippo could shift from angry to jolly and back again so quickly was a little bit scary for him, considering there was no way to predict it. If the hippo did that, and got angry enough when there wasn't anyone around to hold him back...He shivered again, but leaned down so that it looked like it was just a shiver of arousal.

His whole body shook as he moved one of his paws to the bear's shaft, rubbing it gently. "Master, I can't...I can't do justice to such a massive cock...so delicious, so hard, so wonderful," he whispered, his tongue licking at the sides, the underside, and the space just below the head each time he paused. "Oh, master, your cock is perfect, how can you bear to let someone like me pleasure it?" he muttered, his tone little short of the reverence that one would show for their god, certainly enough for this worthy cock he held.

He pumped it lightly, continuing. "It spurts so heavily, Master...It's like...like it knows to feed me with your pre...even though I'm unworthy, you feed me your man milk," he whispered to the hippo, stroking along the shaft, licking at the head to keep the flow going. "Please, master, give me...give me more of your delicious pre?" he looked up at the bear, begging for more with eyes, words, and stance.

Apparently, it was enough. The hippo grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and shoved his mouth down around the shaft again. His master wasted no time before thrusting like mad, as if he was on the clock, and Damo just sat there, his hands on the hippo's hips, and went along with it.

Each thrust that the hippo made caused those musky, delicious balls to bounce off of his chin, and forced the thick, leaking prick he had deeper into his throat. Damo moaned heavily at the taste and sensation, and it was only fear of a great punishment that kept his paws away from his cock. If there had been the slightest bit of stimulation to his cock, he would cum...but he couldn't let himself cum, not without the master's permission.

But it was so hard not to, the way that Karlos was thrusting so deep into his throat, the way that the musk of the hippo's arousal flooded his nose, and the way that the rolls of flab that covered the hippo bounced and rolled around him. It took all that he had to keep from reaching down and stroking himself, all the self control that he could muster to keep himself from just jerking off. There was no way that he could have stopped himself from moaning, no way that he could stop his tongue from continuing to worship the cock thrusting into his mouth, and there was no way that he would ever want to stop.

The hippo made one final thrust into his mouth, and Damo braced himself for the cum to come. He grabbed onto the hippo's hips tightly, and latched his lips down tightly, sucking and swallowing down so that the cum wouldn't overflow.

It didn't matter. The hippo spurted hard, filling his mouth with the first two shots and making it overflow with the third. No matter how hard he swallowed, no matter how hard he sucked, he barely managed to suck down half of the cum that shot out of the hippo's cock. The rest just spilled down out of his mouth, joining the sweat and piss in his fur and scenting him with the hippo's musk. He gagged and panted softly, but he never pulled away from the hippo's crotch until the master was done.

When the hippo pulled back, Damo looked up, panting softly. "Did I...do well...master?" he muttered between gasps for breath.

Karlos nodded, and patted him on the head. "You did quite well. We'll have to teach you a few more words for worship, I think, but other than that, you did pretty well. A few more fetishes to teach you, and then we can put you out with other customers, so that you can make us some money," the hippo said with a toothy smile, those tusks shining in the low light of the front room.

Damo nodded gratefully, and fell to the floor. "Thank you...master," he whispered as consciousness fled from his head. With the combined lessons from the polar bear and the hippo, with only a little rest and no food in between, and so soon after the sensory deprivation room, he wasn't sure how he had stayed awake as long as he had. At least, when he fell asleep, Karlos hadn't yelled about his head falling onto the leathery feet of the hippo.

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Karlos chuckled at the collapsed bear cub at his feet, and leaned down to pick him up. The boy wasn't heavy enough, that was for sure, but at least he was learning. And with the good behavior that he'd just shown, he wasn't about to hold back the food for the little guy.

"Draconicon!" he shouted over his shoulder, sure that the scaly had been watching the whole time, even though there hadn't been a sound from him. There wouldn't be, with that one, he was positive. Whatever Draconicon had done before being part of this club, he certainly had picked up some odd skills from the job, and he was not above using them for himself when he had to. However, he didn't always like the look that the dragon gave him afterwards. It was too close to saying that the dragon only was subordinate to the hippo because he chose to be.

The dragon sauntered out from behind the nearest doorframe, and leaned against the wall, grinning at him. "You seemed to do a pretty good job there, Karlos," the dragon said with a chuckle. "Not quite my way, but that's why I'm the last one for the training, isn't it?"

"Shut up, you overgrown lizard," he said, hefting the cub in his arms. "Take this guy back to the lounge room, if you've cleaned it up, and then start making him some food. I want him good and fat by the time that the customers start rolling around, and right now, he's skinny as a rail. Get working on it. Now!"

The dragon's glare nearly made him apologize for his tone, and he probably would have if the dragon hadn't come forward and taken the cub out of his arms. "Requests are handled better when they are placed kindly, Karlos," Draconicon said. "Or should I remind you of our little talk in the back room? Where I had to...persuade...you of why we're keeping this slave?"

Karlos shivered at the reminder of that. "No, no reminder...just do what I said...please," he muttered.

The dragon nodded at him, and walked away. If it had been another, he would have almost said that the other stalked away, but he wasn't going to give the dragon any further ammunition there. Rubbing his forehead in both relief and long-lasting afterglow, Karlos muttered, "Where the heck did he learn to do that, I would like to know..."

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