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How the Bouncer Entertains Himself

Part 2

for Limemas

by Draconicon

Daniel groaned as he stirred from sleep, the white-furred lion immediately going from a groan to a whimper as a new orgasm slammed him right back into the sheets. His hips thrust, his eyes clenched tight, and he hissed as somehow his balls found even more cum to splatter against the mattress. The lion's hips thrust once, twice, then stopped, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt the slime coating to his stomach, thighs, and balls. He didn't trust himself to move, but at the same time, he knew that if he stayed still, it would dry enough that he'd feel it when he eventually did move, and there'd be another mess.

"One...two...thre-nnngh!"

He managed a roll, flopping onto his back, his fingers getting between his belly and his cock just in time. The splatter that came with a second hair-trigger orgasm went right up to his chest, landing between his pecs, and the slender lion groaned again as he leaned his head against his pillow.

It wasn't the first time that he had woken up to cum in his blankets, but it was the first time that there was so much of it, and more to the point, when he still had any interest in sex after letting loose to this degree. And it was definitely the first time that this had happened against his will.

"Nnngh...mmmph....mmmph..."

As the steady pulsing pressure of pleasure slowly died off from his cock, he was able to settle down in the sheets a bit more. The last load was already soaking into his chest, and the one before that soaking his ass cheeks, pooling between his tail and his pucker. Daniel lifted his free hand to his cheeks, rubbing his face as blurry memories from the night before hit him hard.

He remembered the Komodo Dragon bouncer from the club last night, and more, he remembered the 'joke' that the bouncer had pulled on him. Dragging him away from the hot strippers into the back room. He'd thought that he was getting some sort of cool deal, that the other man had understood why he was so awkward and that he was going to get some help.

Some help he got. Now, his dick...

He didn't even know what was going on. All he knew was that his dick was hypersensitive and on a hair trigger, pulsing and throbbing at the slightest of stimulation. If he hadn't caught it when it flopped over his belly, just brushing against the fur there while he breathed would have been enough to set it off again.

He knew. It happened when he got home.

As he finally caught his breath, Daniel just hoped that he was done. That last one hadn't been so bad, not as erupting as the earlier orgasms, and even the one that was puddling against his ass was not too bad. He was pretty sure that he'd gone through whatever the Komodo Dragon had done to him by now, and...

And...

...Oh god...work...

Glancing at the nightstand, he saw that the time was two minutes before his usual alarm. His eyes burned just looking at the glowing green digits, and he rolled his eyes back as he realized that he had a job to get to in two hours. He had to shower, he had to get dressed, and he had to hope that he'd be able to take care of the office work without completely bombing it. The last thing that he needed was for Debbie to figure out how fucked up he was.

Okay...okay...you can do this. All you have to do is get up without cumming...and then shower without blowing your load...and then get dressed...

The fact that all of that felt so impossible was not a good sign, but he honestly didn't have much of a choice. Either he did it, or he got fucked. One way or the other, he had to try.

#

Daniel was a wheezing wreck by the time that he got back to his bedroom, his eyes hazy and his legs shaking. He'd been in a perpetual climax for over half the time that he spent in the shower. That first bit of water hitting the head of his cock had been like a mouth sucking him off like nobody's business, and he'd fallen to his knees. Bad luck had cursed him from then on, leaving him with his cock stuck beneath the falling water, his orgasm just going on...and on...and on...

The only small mercy was the fact that the orgasms had been washed away rather than clinging to his fur, but it still had been exhausting. What little rest he'd gotten through the night felt like it had been stripped from him, leaving him nothing of that satisfaction but a vague knowledge of having slept at all.

The one positive, besides the fact that he no longer reeked of cum and pre-cum and sex-sweat, was that the orgasms had started slacking off after the first six minutes. After that six-minute orgasm - a feat that he didn't know how he'd survived - he started cumming in five-second intervals...then ten...then there was a whole minute between one orgasm and another. Now, out of the shower and dripping wet, he honestly felt like he'd been able to cum out all the...whatever it was that the Komodo Dragon had done to his dick, and not a moment too soon.

Still, he was shaking as he dropped his towel beside his mess of a bed, and he could barely get a grip on his underwear. The fresh pair felt comfortable as he dragged it up his legs, pulling it up. Wiggling his ass into place and dragging the band around his tail, he slid the front up -

"NNNGH!"

And was almost instantly made to regret it. Daniel leaned against the nightstand and the wall, his cock standing up at full erection as he felt the sheer pressure of the - thankfully incredibly soft and smooth - cotton against his dick. What had finally started dying came back, and his erection raged against the fabric. Raged...and did so dryly.

"What...what the..."

He stared at the rigid tent in his briefs, hardly believing what he was seeing. Something that hard, that needy, should have been dripping like a faucet, but while his cock was throbbing, needy, sensitive as hell...it wasn't doing anything of the sort.

At least it wasn't making a mess. That was something. He...he could deal with that.

More carefully sliding his pants on - and only suffering a brief case of hissing and whimpering while getting them situated - he managed to dress himself. His cock refused to go down, and he decided against tucking his shirt in for the day. Was it a little less professional for the office? Yes, a little, but better to be a little less professional with his shirt than a lot less with his dick.

As he got his shoes on and tried a few experimental steps, the white lion realized that today was going to be hell. Every step was agony, pleasurable, yes, but agony as his hyper-sensitive cock ground against the inside of his briefs, constrained tightly by them and the formal pants that he wore over them. The sheer sensitivity of the whole thing was like perpetual post-orgasm torture, begging him to cum again, trying to push him over the edge when his body just said 'fuck you, no.' It was too intense, too intense for anyone to take...

But he'd have to try. Work started in thirty minutes. He'd have to be at the office on time today.

#

He made it, though barely. The bus had been on-time, but the trek through the lobby had been as awkward as he'd feared, and just as difficult. Feeling like everyone was staring at you while trying to suppress grunts and moans that were in no way normal didn't make for an easy start to the morning.

Debbie met him just off the elevator before he could reach the line of offices. The possum, in her tight, smart suit, nodded at his approach.

"Just on time, Daniel."

"I try."

"You okay? You run here?"

"Trying...trying to get some steps in."

"I approve. Now. Here's the files for the day," the possum said, pushing up her glasses along her muzzle with one hand and handing him a manila folder with the other. "Transfer all this over to the company databases, to start, and then report when it's done. I expect this to be done before noon."

A generous time-table, at least. He could get data entry done easily most days, and if he hadn't been so distracted, he would have smiled. As it stood, he just wanted to get out of sight as fast as possible and get some pressure off his dick.

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

"And Daniel?"

"Mm?"

"Walk further next time. You're clearly out of shape."

"Yes, ma'am."

He bobbed his head. Debbie hustled off before he could, the possum going to ambush one of the other employees on this floor, he was sure. He bit his lips as she did, his eyes dropping down to her shapely ass and that slender, whip-like tail...

And yet, even as he stared at her rounded rump in that tight little skirt, he realized that it did almost nothing for him. Oh, he was hard enough that even a little look did something, yes, but that was far less than he was used to. He blinked, realizing that something else must have happened, something that he really needed to think about -

"Nngh..."

Oh, god, why was he so hard when he wasn't even cumming? Biting his lip, the white lion stumbled along to his office, slamming the door shut and pulling the blinds down. As soon as he did, he all but flopped into the office chair, pulling his zipper down and his briefs with them, finally releasing his cock.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The sheer relief of having it out in the open was something that he simply didn't have words to describe. It just...felt better, so much better, and as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes rolling back in their sockets from the simple feeling of having his cock out of its prison, he couldn't help but think about how much he needed to get off, still.

"Oh, come on..."

It felt like his balls had shrunk down to less than the size of peas. His entire body ached from the long night of cumming his brains out time and time again. Everything was sore, everything was overstimulated...

But his cock still throbbed, still twitched, still begged for the chance to get off one more time.

"Oh god..."

Daniel glanced at the window. There were other workers walking around, other office staff that had the chance to look in. The blinds would keep them from seeing anything, unless they opened the door, but only Debbie had a key to get in while he was working. That...that should be enough...

Hoping he wasn't just lying to himself, Daniel turned back to his computer. Biting his lip, he opened his internet browser, setting the file to the side. He had time to just...well...get off a couple of times. As long as he hit his assignment hard afterward, he would finish it before lunch.

He hoped.

"Ah...ah..."

He didn't even touch his dick yet, his hand hovering around it, but almost felt like he had already started jerking it. His cheeks burned, his eyes closed, and he just...

"Just do it...just do it..."

As he wrapped his hand around his cock, he had to bring his other hand to his mouth, covering it to keep the whimpers and moans inside. Oh, he was sensitive, so fucking sensitive, but even as he jerked himself hard, hard and fast, he couldn't feel any pre-cum. He tried to imagine something hot, something sexy.

Fat-assed orca bouncing her pussy up and down my cock...that...that Doberman woman showing off for me...swinging her tits at the club...

And yet, even as he grabbed his dick as tight as he could, he couldn't get himself over that edge. Oh, there was no denying that the stroking felt fucking good, but there it just wasn't...finishing. Even as he spat on his cock, adding a bit of pleasure from the slippery state of things, it didn't do anything to make the edge come any closer. He just pressed right up against it, whimpering as his cock somehow got that much harder.

"Nnngh...mmmph...ah...ah...ah..."

He bit his lips as he leaned forward, trying to get himself over the hump, but it was like his dick just refused to cooperate. It was so sensitive now, and he was so close, but climax just seemed to elude him. Even as he humped against the his hand, almost hitting the bottom of his desk numerous times, he just couldn't...couldn't...

"Porn...porn..."

Clicking through the browser to the first porn site that came to mind, he opened up a video of a hot, big-assed stripper thrusting her hips back against a client's cock. He had the volume off, but the view of that cock-hungry rat shoving her pussy down the guy's cock should have been enough. He stared at her pussy, licking his lips as he imagined someone giving him that treatment. He had eight inches between his legs, he would have been more than good enough for any lady that wanted something substantial. His hand all but flew along his cock, stroking, pulling, teasing...

But still nothing.

He started whimpering in desperation, wanting nothing more than to cum, his need for it rising higher and higher. His hips could barely stay still on his seat, and he was all too aware of the squeaking and creaking that it was doing as he rolled back and forth against his hand, fucking his fist in desperation.

"Come on, come on..."

Yet, no matter how much he begged his body to give him what he needed, it refused. Everything just stayed right at the edge, even as he brought his other hand down to his balls. Even though he stroked and teased them, even as he pulled on them - they were still so big, even after so many orgasms, how? - even when he kept the stimulation as hot and heavy as he could, it just wasn't emough.

And his attention was wandering. As he stared at the porno, as he watched the rat taking that dick, his eyes went from her pussy to that cock. Memories of the night before, of the Komodo Dragon forcing him to learn how to take a dick in his mouth, slammed into him hard. He groaned, trying not to think about it, but they kept returning.

The pleasure of cock.

The sensation of a blowjob.

How that tongue had felt around his cock.

How that tongue had felt almost inside his cock.

All of those memories were so strong, so vivid, and it actually pushed him just a little closer. Any other time, he would have questioned that, wondered why he was getting turned on by the idea of having a cock in his mouth or spending time with another man when he was straight, but with that edge so close, he didn't care.

He'd think of that Komodo Dragon all night if he had to, if it meant that his cock would finally give up and go down. He whimpered, thinking of falling to his knees, imagining that cock across his muzzle. So close, now, so close. He was all but punching his fist down to his crotch in desperate fast strokes, his other hand stroking his balls, the porno flicking over to another film on the playlist.

There was just a split-second of a perfect view of a stallion coming forward, latex thong bulging with a cock so big that even his horny state wasn't sure that he could take it, before he heard a click.

"Daniel, I wanted - DANIEL!"

The lion turned, his eyes wide, his hands unable to stop. There, standing in the door, was Debbie, the possum going wide-eyed, her glasses making her eyes look even bigger than they were. Other employees stood behind her in shock, their mouths falling, some grinning, others staring at his dick.

"Daniel! What do you think you're doing?!"

"I -"

"Stop this!"

"I - I -"

"Stop masturbating!" the possum shrieked, so loud that he knew that the entire floor would have heard her.

That, finally, broke the spell that had kept him jerking off. He managed to pull his hands from his cock, covering himself in humiliation and barely resisting the urge to bend over as he felt the sudden surge of pained blue balls. The instant denial after getting so fucking close hurt, physically hurt, and he could barely breathe.

Professionalism took over as Debbie shut the door. He could barely hear her barking out orders, telling everyone to get back to work, that there was nothing to see there, but he doubted that it would help.

Everyone had seen him.

Everyone knew what he was doing.

God...fucking...

A few minutes later - and after closing out of the porn videos - he heard a knock on the door. Daniel bit his lips, pulling his pants back up and hissing through the experience.

"Yes?"

"Are you decent?" Debbie asked.

"Mm-hmm."

"Good."

The possum stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. She was as red-faced as he was, and she shook her head at him.

"You will never do that again."

"I -"

"I don't care why you were doing that at work. It was inappropriate, against the rules, and entirely wrong. And the fact that you exposed yourself to me..."

Despite trying to find a way to explain himself, he couldn't think of a single thing to say that would make sense. What was he supposed to say? A bouncer blew him last night and now he had a cock that literally made it impossible to think without some attention? That he couldn't stop jerking off even though he couldn't actually get off from it? Who was going to believe that?

"I'm sending you home for the day without pay," the possum said. "And don't argue."

"..."

"You're lucky that this is all that you're getting. I don't know what's going through your head, Daniel, but this is not like you. Whatever's happening, you have twenty-four hours before a meeting with me and HR to explain it. Until then, you are not to step foot in this building. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"Log out and get out of here."

"Yes, ma'am."

#

As he stepped out of the office building, Daniel wondered what the hell he was going to do. He'd just screwed himself out of any chance of keeping this job, and considering how the employers paid a good 25% above the going rate for his type of job, that was not going to be an easy sort of income to replace. He knew that he should have been thinking of what he was going to do to fix this, how he was going to convince HR that this wasn't his fault, but...his cock...

It was still rock-hard, and it still demanded satisfaction.

He gritted his teeth as he looked down at it, finally realizing that there was no way in hell that he was going to get rid of this hard-on without that Komodo Dragon's help. He'd need to go back to the club and hope that the bouncer was feeling charitable, and...and...

He honestly didn't know what he hoped would happen. All he knew was that he couldn't keep going like this.

Thankfully, the club wasn't that far away, and he could walk it. He forced himself to keep taking one step after another, panting like some dog in the middle of a hot summer and trapped in a car in short order. Sweat beaded up along his forehead and ran through his mane, constantly adding to the wet feeling that he had to go through. He was sure that his crotch was a slime-pit with all the self-made mugginess down there.

The club wasn't up and running just yet, but the employees were setting up. Better still, the bouncer was at the door, and recognized him. The Komodo Dragon, despite being shorter than him, chuckled and crossed his arms as the lion walked up.

"Ah, back already? What's the matter? A little 'stiff' after last night?"

Daniel knew that a better man than him would have punched the lizard out. He could barely keep his head on straight as he walked up, and he bit his lips as the Komodo Dragon grabbed him through his pants, fondling his cock.

"Heh, what's this? Already eager for more?"

"W-what did...what did you...do to me?" he panted.

"Oh, that? That's my punishment for naughty customers. You fuck with the girls, I fuck with you."

"Nnngh..."

"But that doesn't mean that I'm going to be cruel about it...well, not more than a little bit...I bet you've been enjoying this, too."

"I...I almost...lost my job."

"Fuck, man. Couldn't resist it, could you?"

He shook his head.

"Heh. Come on. I'll explain."

They stepped into the club. The whole place was quiet with only a couple of girls sitting on stage, brushing their hair, still in hoodies and jeans rather than being dressed up for the night. He looked at them for a moment, then dropped his eyes back to the floor, letting himself be led along.

After going down the VIP hallway, they stepped into one of the side rooms. He walked in first, and the lizard followed after. As the bouncer shut the door behind them, Daniel opened his mouth -

"First off, strip."

"Wha -"

"You're going to want to get off, later. So, strip. I'm going to enjoy the moment while we talk."

Too desperate to fight back, the white lion pulled his pants down. He kicked off his socks and shoes, let his pants hit the floor and stepped out of them, and shucked his underwear off as fast as he could. The sheer relief of not having his cock grinding against the inside of his clothing anymore was almost palpable, and he groaned as it just throbbed freely rather than being trapped.

"Heh, already came out all the good stuff, huh?" the bouncer asked.

"What...what are you..."

"The good stuff. My venom that gets you cumming like crazy."

"V-venom..."

"You don't remember, huh? Guess that ain't much of a surprise. You were kinda out of it while we were fucking around, after you tried to fuck around with the dancers."

"I-I'm sorry -"

"Nah, you're sorry you got caught. Different story there, man. WAY different story."

"..."

"Question is, what do you want? To get better? Or more?"

"...W-what do you mean, more?"

The bouncer chuckled, leaning against the door.

"Simple thing. I give you more of that venom. I get your cock so hopped up on it that you can't help but cum your brains out again, and again, and again. Hell, you could walk home and every step would be another orgasm better than the last, leaving you completely cum-brained for a day and a half."

"..."

"But if I do -"

"What? What'll...what'll happen to me?" Daniel asked.

"That's the fun part. If I give you any more, you're probably gonna get addicted. Not just a little bit, either; it's gonna fuck up your cock so bad that you'll never be able to get off again without having some of my venom in you. Right now? Yeah, it sucks, but if you check in somewhere for rehab, I'd say...eh, probably two weeks, and you'd be able to start cumming on your own again."

"Two...two weeks?!"

"Yep. But that's the choice, isn't it?" the Komodo Dragon said. "Either you hold out for two weeks of hell, or you get off tonight...and never get off without my permission ever again."

Daniel panted, his heart racing as he imagined going two weeks with his cock like this. Even now, it was begging for him to take hold of it. Even walking here had been torture, almost too much for him to be able to stand, but he'd managed it...barely.

But the idea of going home, going to work, trying to live any kind of life at all for two weeks was an impossible thing to imagine. He was on the verge of non-functional right now. If he didn't get off - if he didn't have something to cut the edge - he was going to lose his mind. Nevermind the possibilities of getting addicted, he needed something now or he'd be completely lost to the world. His hips were near to bucking already, and he whimpered as he stared down at his shaft.

"What's it going to be, Daniel?" the Komodo Dragon asked.

"V-venom."

"What's that?"

"I...I want..."

"Yeaaaaah?"

"I need to cum. Please. Any - anything. I'm not...I'm not..."

"Gay?"

"..."

"Nah, but you're at least bi. You want this dick...and you want me to get you off...don't you?"

Daniel couldn't help but stare at the bulge in the Komodo Dragon's pants, knowing exactly what his answer was going to be. There was nothing else that he could say; he couldn't function as he was, and he couldn't get any relief without having the other man's venom in his system. Was it bi to want the man that would get him off when he didn't want the man, just the venom that he offered?

He didn't know, but he nodded anyway.

"Come here, boy."

The naked lion stepped forward, letting himself be swept up in the reptile's arms. The other man leaned in, a smirk on his face, and he shivered as their lips touched. It was but a brief moment, and then he was kissing the Komodo Dragon deeply, his lips parted and his tongue caressed by the other man's.

A shiver ran down his spine, and his cock lurched with new life. As if something had been unlocked, he felt the pearls of pre-cum rolling down his cock, dripping along his previously dry shaft. He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he was made to swallow slime and more down his throat, his skin heating up, his breath coming faster and faster.

Then the kiss ended, and he panted, almost falling down. The bouncer switched their position, leaning him against the wall before going to his knees. He looked down at the reptile who had a hand on his cock, giving it a few hard jerks.

It was enough to make him cum then and there.

"NNNNGH!"

The white ropes of pent-up cum went flying, squirting a few feet away, almost as far as five in the case of the second shot. He slumped back against the door, his claws dragging lines out of the wood as the spasms of pleasure ran through him. Yet, even as he was feeling it start to wind down, the Komodo Dragon just grinned, flicking his tongue over the head of the lion's cock.

"NNNGH!"

Another moan, too whimpering to be called a roar, leaped from his throat. He thrust forward, sliding his cock along that slimy tongue, taking some of the pleasure from it and almost losing himself completely. The hypersensitivity from the last night, the utter, dripping need that had taken control for the entire night, seized him again. He could barely breathe, couldn't think at all. All that mattered was cumming, cumming, cumming, and the way that he did it no longer mattered. Whether he was getting off with a man, a woman, anything, it didn't matter; all that mattered was that he got the fuck off as many times as he fucking could.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Each time that his hips bucked forward, he slimed up his cock with the bouncer's tongue again, and every time that he pulled his hips back, he was cumming again. His balls never seemed to run dry, and his libido never seemed to run short. Nothing was helping finish off that lust, but at least while he was cumming, he didn't feel that intense frustration, that deep, wallowing thing that was always begging him to just give in and touch himself. While he was cumming, while that pleasure was welling up from his balls and blasting through his cock, he could feel good.

Finally, that tongue slid out of the way, and the Komodo Dragon pinned him to the walls. Hands on his hips, scaly fingers digging in, the bouncer grinned just before -

Squelch.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Daniel screamed as his cock was buried inside of a sucking, swallowing throat, his cock completely encased in that venomous maw. He could feel it sucking into his cock, making it the core of a constant orgasm that rocked him right down to his soul. His entire body felt like it was seizing up, his toes curling into the carpet, his hands raking rows out of the wooden door behind him. His entire world devolved to his cock, leaving him spasming, shaking, curling his toes and tensing from the core outward.

And cumming.

Cumming so fucking hard down the reptile's throat.

He had no idea how long the infinite orgasm lasted, perhaps no more than a minute, perhaps as much as five. When it was done, he could barely stand, and the bouncer let him fall to his knees. His cock was still drooling pre-cum as the other man pulled his cock free, letting it flop out on Daniel's face. He stared at the thick shaft, at the way it drooled over his forehead, and stared past it at its owner.

"Now, it's your turn."

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"You want to keep getting venom? That's the price. Serve it, kid."

"Mmmmph..."

"Go on...suck."

And with a shivering, helpless moan, he dragged the cock down to his lips. He kissed the head, giving it one more taste, and then...

Then he sucked. This was his god, now, and he would serve it for more pleasure.

The End

Summary: The lion from the previous chapter deals with the long-term 'damage' of the venom on his cock, and realizes that he's in more trouble than he thought.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Porn, Lion, Possum, Reptile, Komodo Dragon, Edging, Instant Orgasm, Constant Orgasm, Messy, Slimy, Cum, Pre-Cum, Needy, Dripping, Denial, Bulge, Out of Control, Series,