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How the Bouncer Entertains Himself

Part 8

For Limemas

By Draconicon

"Mmmph...yeah...you earn that orgasm, you little slut..."

Karlos closed his eyes as he leaned back against the alley wall of the restaurant, savoring the feeling of the prickly tongue working along his cock. Daniel was doing a damn good job of showing just how needy his time away had left him, and more than that, begging for the relief that he had hoped to earn. The Komodo Dragon chuckled to himself between his own soft moans, taking his time to really get into that feeling of the lion's mouth bobbing up and down his cock.

The gluk-gluk sound of each soft thrust along his shaft made him smile more, and he rested one hand a little more firmly on the back of the feline's head. Never quite shoving him down, but always 'encouraging' him to get down to the base rather than sticking to the middle. It kept him good and eager, good and open, taking care of everything.

"Yeah...good boy...good little slut..."

"Mmmph...mmm..."

And the lion was purring, too, or at least close enough to make no difference. Daniel had learned how to be a very good boy for him, and he was quite pleased with the efforts of the formerly preppy male to be a good slut for him.

He opened his eyes, looking down at the recently-returned little whore. The white-furred lion was bobbing his head up and down, shirt pulled open, tie over one shoulder. His jacket was discarded, making for a cushion for him to kneel in the alley, and his pants were open, letting his boner dangle down in front of him, oozing like mad.

Just like always, the addiction had seized hold of the other man, making him so very needy for whatever he could get from the Komodo Dragon. He wanted everything that he could get, every little droplet of cum and pre-cum that he could wring from Karlos's cock. He knew, as the bouncer had trained him, that good behavior meant good pleasure later on, and he clearly was going for as much as he could get. Up, down, up, down, never closing his eyes, always moaning for more of the reptile's thick cock; it was a perfect show.

And a great distraction for what was coming next. Karlos put that out of his mind, focusing entirely on the blowjob.

"You were looking forward to this all night, weren't you? Didn't matter that we were going to dinner at the fanciest restaurant around. Even when you were getting that sea bass, all that mattered was that you were going to get dick later, didn't it?"

"Mmmph...mmm...mmm-hmm..."

"You know you have to keep me happy...and you want to keep me happy...because I make you feel so good..."

"Mmm-hmm!"

Each little suck came with a hard swallow just after, pulling his pre-cum out of the lion's mouth and down his throat. He didn't hesitate in the slightest; every single motion was a perfect example of efficient sucking, swallowing, delivering pleasure to every part of the reptile's cock. Karlos groaned every time that he brought Daniel's lips down to the base of his cock, feeling his balls rising, his need growing stronger. He huffed under his breath as he started picking up the pace, bucking his hips forward harder, pushing the boy down that little bit faster.

"Getting...close..."

Daniel didn't hesitate. He brought both his hands to the Komodo Dragon's hips, holding onto them and bobbing his head with the sudden increase in speed, matching the reptile's rhythm. That prickly tongue felt amazing along his shaft, and Karlos thrust harder, faster, his balls bouncing off the lion's chin until -

"Mmmph!"

He froze, holding position, keeping Daniel right at the base of his cock for that moment of utter bliss. No words escaped him, his jaw locked together tightly as he hissed with pleasure as his load oozed down the other man's throat. Pulse, pulse, squirt. Pulse, pulse, squirt. It kept coming, his balls rising, falling, then rising again to deliver a little more of the thick fluid that the other male had come to love and crave. It was just what he needed after a long day of breaking.

"Mmm...mmm...there...there you go," he muttered.

When he pulled his hand back, Daniel didn't immediately pull off. Instead, the lion nursed at his cock for a moment or two more, sucking along the tip, swallowing hard. Then, he pursed his lips together and slowly, ever so slowly, drew back.

Oh, that didn't mean that the feline wasn't whimpering like a bitch, but there was something gentler there, something soft that told him that the little slut had learned a deeper lesson. For all that he was always desperate, Karlos's pleasure came first, and Daniel's came when - or if - the Komodo Dragon himself was satisfied.

With a soft pop, his slut pulled his lips back completely, opening his mouth to show that none of the seed remained. He held position as Karlos looked down at him, tilting the feline's head from side to side. He knew that there'd be none left, of course, but there was always the fun of doing the inspection, showing that he would be looking, ensuring that the little man always did what he was supposed to do.

It was clean, alright, completely clean. The lion hadn't wasted so much as a drop.

"Good boy," he whispered, smiling as he tilted the feline's mouth back further. "And now...time for your reward."

"Mmmph, thank you, sir. Thank you, thank you."

"Mouth open."

"Yes, sir."

Daniel remained on his knees, his mouth wide open, the soft pink of his throat barely visible by the street lights at the edge of the alley. The Komodo Dragon smiled at the view, leaning down and clenching his throat. A few hocking, choking sounds brought the venom up from the proper sacs, and he tilted his own head, letting it dribble from his mouth.

The long, silver strand fell from his lips to the lion's tongue. As soon as it hit, Daniel spasmed, gasping out loud as his hips bucked forward. Once, twice -

"NNNGH! NNNGH!"

And he was cumming, hands-free. No holding back, no bit of resistance. The little slut was a complete addict, of course, though one that handled it better than those that were completely broken from his attention. It was rather sweet that he had managed to control himself so well, though he doubted that most people would have been quite so lucky.

Then again...

Karlos stopped that thought. That was someone else, and this was Daniel. He held the white lion gently by the back of the head, keeping his spasms from getting the better of him and knocking him to the ground. As the feline kept squirting, firing shot after shot of cum against the pavement and the wall behind them, those balls kept pulling up, shrinking, draining little by little. Squirt, squirt, squirt went those heavy balls, that throbbing cock, for nearly a minute.

It was only after they were completely empty that the cock stopped pulling on them, that it stopped throbbing and bouncing and squirting. Daniel wheezed, sagging against his knees, almost falling flat on his ass. Once again, Karlos kept that from happening, offering the other male some support to keep him vaguely upright as he 'recovered' from being put through such hard use.

"Heh, you're going to be useless if you keep that up," Karlos said. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you? You don't want to make me start thinking that you can't take it."

"No, no, sir. I can take it. I'll make you proud." Daniel shivered. "God, that feels so good. Thank you...oh god, thank you."

It was the first time that he'd had someone thank him for the pleasure of the venom, and it still felt strange to know that there were those that actually enjoyed the results of what he did to them. He didn't think that was possible, but here was a good little slut that was not only tolerating the effects, but all but begging for more.

The world was a strange place, but he supposed that was part of the pleasure of living in it. One found all sorts of wonders out there, and one did their best to fit themselves to it. He was just enjoying the fact that there were people like Daniel and Father Marlon that were so eager to be under him without being a completely broken addict.

And he was being very careful to keep it that way. The whole process that he had just put Daniel through had been carefully measured; too much venom would create a new addiction, while too little wouldn't even register for the lion's body. He had to keep it right at the edge, just enough to trigger that sort of hyper-orgasm, to unlock the cage that the chemicals had already put around the lion's orgasm, without taking it so far that he would become one more broken bitch that he had to take care of or send to rehab. It was a delicate line to walk.

Worth it, though, he thought as the lion looked up at him with an almost worshipful stare. He's completely stupid to think that this is going to work out long-term, but he's sweet.

And it was so weird to think that of anyone, really.

Karlos shook his head as he felt his phone start vibrating in his pocket. Reaching down, he knew what he was going to see before he pulled it out of his pocket, and he sighed as he saw the text above the alarm. Grumbling to himself, he slid his thumb across the screen and put it back, standing up and putting his dick back in his pants at the same time.

"Gotta get back to work," he muttered.

"Damn. Your boss can't spare you for a night?"

"Not tonight. Not with this kind of work."

"Man...I...do you think that we can see each other again before I have to fly out for more work? I don't have anything big until next weekend when I fly out."

"Are you saying that because you want to see me, or because you want to blow your load again?" Karlos teased.

"Well...Both, if I'm honest, but I really do want to see you. I don't know why; we don't really do anything but sex, but...but it always feels good to be around you. You make things feel good, and I don't like it when I'm not around you."

There was a pressure there, a different feeling than he was used to, and the Komodo Dragon didn't know what to do with it. He eventually settled for a shrug, a non-committal statement of being willing to try, and that seemed to be enough for Daniel. They both got dressed and walked out of the alley, splitting after an awkward hug to their different vehicles.

As soon as he reached his own car, he sighed, leaning against the driver's door. His fingers curled around the top of it as he shook his head.

"I'm getting soft here..."

It wasn't the worst thing, he supposed. He had been rather...detached for a while, but that didn't mean that this was a good time for it to be happening. He still had someone that needed breaking, and if he started being nice to Caleb, then this was going to be a royal shit-storm. Whatever was happening in his head and heart, he needed to keep it to the side, keep it from affecting how he treated the Doberman, or it would all go to shit.

He slid into his car, pulled his seatbelt on, and tapped his phone to bring up a map. Time to pick up some fast food, and then head back to the storage unit. Caleb had been left alone for nearly ten hours, and he'd need some work to make him suitable for company again before he got back to the breaking work.

#

He parked outside the storage unit, car quiet as he looked at the door. Just as before, there was no sound escaping the garage, though he wondered if that was from the soundproofing or from a lack of anything happening in there. The sort of thing that he did to break others didn't necessarily turn deadly, but considering the way that it pushed the body, how sweaty the Doberman had been earlier, and everything else...

Well, it was easy to imagine the worst-case scenario. He doubted it had happened, but it was always a concern when you left a captive alone for too long.

Karlos slumped back in his seat, staring up at the top of the car as he imagined what he'd see once he walked into the storage unit. Caleb had been on the verge of breaking before, but the asshole had been too prideful to really admit that he had done anything wrong. Everything that Karlos had done to confront him with his fuckery had been dismissed, pushed aside. The little admissions that the manager had made had been done to get food rather than because he knew that he had done wrong, he knew that. Anyone with a brain would have suspected the asshole of cowardly bending that way.

But he hadn't expected that stiff, stubborn pride to stick around for this long. He had thought that the first night might be enough to break that, and the rest of the time out here would be focused on 'training' him to be a better, or at least more tolerable, individual. The fact that he had managed to last this long was honestly surprising, and something that he hadn't expected from the asshole.

"This shouldn't be this complicated," he muttered under his breath, grinding his hand against his forehead. "This shouldn't be anywhere near this complicated."

Bzz. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a text from Farther Marlon. The vulture must have been lonely. That, or he had a sixth sense of when something was wrong. He thumbed the message open.

Father: Something bothering you?

"Heh...dick."

_K: Nothing big. Just thinking about work.

Father: That could be any number of things, my son.

K: Kinky.

K: But seriously, it's just thinking about stuff.

Father: You haven't messaged me talking about my plug all day. Nor have you said anything about what you were doing with anyone else. When someone that usually talks a lot stops talking, that means that they're busy with something and don't want to acknowledge it. What is on your mind?_

"...Fucking hell..."

It was the last time for therapy. He didn't need it, didn't think that he should be pushing for it, but with the invitation open, his fingers were already moving. He'd sent a text back before he was even aware of wanting to.

_K: Just thinking about something that I gotta do, and about you, and Daniel. Thinking about the way that you guys are, and...I don't know. How it feels compared to what I used to do. Makes me feel a little guilty these days.

K: God, I don't even know why I typed that.

Father: There's a reason that you want to talk to me, just like there's a reason that you go after people like me, and the others that you have hunted. In the past, you were driven by something different. These days, you have other needs, other purposes.

Father: Perhaps it is worth looking at yourself, and seeing how you feel when you get what you need, instead of what you want.

K: Heh. How do you tell the difference?

Father: I think that you already know. You've felt the difference, now that you've had me, and the others, yes?_

K: ...

Father: Just take the time to think about it, when you can. I have faith that you will discover what you need, my son.

K: Call me that as much as you want, but that doesn't mean I'm calling you daddy when I'm fucking your ass.

Father: Mmm, we shall see.

It was enough to put a smile back on his face, at least, and he appreciated that. He didn't know how Marlon lifted his spirits that way, but there was something about the spiritual vulture that made it all the more enjoyable to keep him around. A lightheartedness that one wouldn't expect from a priest meant that he could just be himself, perverted as he was, and that was okay.

It didn't fix the situation with Caleb, admittedly, but it did clear his head a little bit on the matter. For all that he felt a little iffy about what he was going to have to do to the man, he didn't feel so guilty about it as he had been just a moment ago. He didn't have to be angry to make this work; he just had to see the end goal, keep that in sight, and remind himself that this was for the best. Someone that was so arrogant was cruising for a bruising, and if it wasn't from someone like him, then it would be from someone that would pull a knife or a gun on the Doberman in the alley.

This was, in some ways, a mercy. It would keep him alive where karma would put him in a shallow grave.

Karlos climbed out of his car, groaning under his breath as he did. His phone was quiet again, and he felt more confident in his approach. This would be done by tomorrow morning, at this rate.

As he pushed the locker door wide open, the moans and vibrations and thumps of his captive and the machine filled his ears. He looked down on the seated Doberman and wasn't surprised to see that the naked man was completely soaked. His chest was splattered with cum and pre-cum, and there were both urine and cum stains all over the concrete floor. His eyes were glazed over, his mouth soaked in drool, and he looked so well-fucked that he didn't even have an understanding of the world around him anymore.

Well, that was what I expected. Time to get him cleaned up.

He shook his head, leaving the door open for the moment as he grabbed some more materials from the car. A couple of water jugs, a bucket, a pair of handcuffs, and more were dragged out of the back seat and pushed into the unit. He locked the car, shut the door, and turned off the machine before he got to work.

#

Caleb had been so thoroughly fucked that he didn't even stir during the bathing process, and even when he was put back on the chair, all he did was groan under his breath. His head lolled to one side and then the other, his mouth hanging open as he stared straight ahead. His words came in mumbled jumbles, and he clearly didn't quite know what was going on at that point.

"So, was it good for you?" Karlos joked.

"Nnngh..."

"You're welcome for the bath, by the way."

"Mmmph..."

"Time to get some water in you. You're probably dehydrated to hell, but you'll wake up soon enough."

With the dog cuffed to the chair, he slowly tilted some water down the other man's throat. Caleb swallowed slowly, then more desperately as he started to wake up and realize what was going on. Yet, he always kept the flow slow. No need to push him too far and leave him choking.

He waited until Caleb was more coherent before stopping, capping off the water bottle and putting it on the floor. Standing up, he took a better look at his captive, walking around him to see the damage.

It wasn't that bad. Though the reddening and swelling of the Doberman's dick remained from the poison edging the night before, his 'manager' had been clearly pushed to his limits. His balls looked like they had all but disappeared, drained to the point of being pulled all but flush to the body. He squirmed every time that the machine pushed up from beneath the chair, both trying to pull away from it and trying to push down on it at the same time, and clearly not sure which reaction to listen to.

Caleb had become more and more cowardly, in his own way. He wasn't quite a beaten dog yet, not one that reacted like a whipped pup, but he was getting there. A few more hours of this, maybe a full night, and he would probably be more than ready to give in and be a good boy.

Karlos rested his hand on the dog's shoulders from behind, and his 'manager' shivered. Good.

"Let's start from the top. What are you?" he asked.

"I...I have been...a bad manager...a bad person..."

"And what does that mean?"

"I don't...I don't do a good job with people. I've been a coward. I didn't stand up to people the way that I should have done."

"And?"

"And I've...I've bullied the staff, and...and..."

"And?" Karlos asked, his fingers tightening around the Doberman's shoulders.

"Nnngh...and I...I extorted them for favors. Pushing them to do what I wanted. And I was a homophobe. And a bigot. And I did so much stuff wrong, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Definitely well on the way to broken, but there was something in the dog's tone that didn't quite sit right with him. There was fear, yes, and that was a good thing for getting someone broken in, but just a hint too much fear. Karlos couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something that wasn't quite right about this level of submission, something that needed pushing just a bit further.

He let go, however, and walked back to the bag of food that had long-since cooled from the drive-through. Dragging a chicken sandwich from the bag, he unwrapped it and held it to Caleb's lips. It didn't take long for the Doberman start biting away at it, eating a dinner that he knew for a fact that the health-conscious dog wouldn't have touched on another day.

While he fed the other man in silence, he considered his options. The naked dog clearly knew that lying to him would get him in trouble, but at the same time, he knew that Caleb had always thought himself better. That degree, the way that he lorded it over them time and time again, had been clearly a means of showing that he was better educated, smarter than those that worked at the club with him.

He thinks that he's smarter than me right now. Smart enough to get a lie past me and get out of this before it gets any worse. Heh. Persistent little shit...

He could almost admire that sort of idiotic courage. It was, after all, something that he had to admit that most people wouldn't have, and more, it was more courage than he had ever credited the other man for having. It was the sort of thing that someone like Karlos would have done, though in a more intelligent way.

Guess Lawrence wasn't completely wrong about keeping you around. If you have this sort of spine in there, even buried under all the other problems, there's something that's worth keeping in you.

But there was no way for him to let this pass. He had to make it clear that he knew what Caleb was doing. More to the point, he needed to crush that bit of arrogance. A spine and some determination were okay; the arrogance needed to die.

"Alright. Let's prove that you feel that way," he said, reaching for his phone when the sandwich had been completely consumed. "Start spreading some of those apologies around, hmm?"

"...I...you...okay. Okay, yeah, let's...let's start apologizing to people. I can do that."

No, I know what you're going to do, Karlos thought as he pulled his phone from his pocket. You're going to blab what we're doing the second that you think you can get away with it. Try and get the cops called on me. You don't actually think that Lawrence arranged this, or maybe you think that they will side with you instead of with me. Whatever's going through your head, though, you're going to get a rude fucking awakening.

He dialed a number that wouldn't be seen, and turned the phone to speaker as he held it between them. It rang, twice, just loud enough for him to hear that it was going through. Caleb smiled, clearly more than a little nervous, and then -

"Hello?"

"Hello, Sally," Karlos said. "I've got someone here that wants to talk with you. You got a minute?"

"Yeah, I guess. Not going on stage for another twenty minutes."

"This won't take long. Just a second."

He tilted the phone slightly toward the Doberman. This would be the moment of truth for the other male. If he was smart, he'd take the chance to actually change and make a show of it here and now. If he was a coward still, he'd just tilt his head in shame and avoid speaking at all. And if he was as stupid as Karlos thought he was -

"Call the police, call them right now! Karlos has gone insane! He kidnapped me and -"

"Ah, shit. Karlos, don't do this to me. I want deniability here," Sally said.

"...Wha...what?" Caleb wheezed, his eyes wide.

"Sorry about that, Sally, but I needed to be sure if he was faking it or not," Karlos said. "And you know how Lawrence is. If I called him, he would have caved about the whole thing. He doesn't have the spine anymore."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Point taken. If the bunny asks, tell him that this should be done by tomorrow. One more night should do the trick; he's all shaky as it is."

"Better be. We miss you around the club."

"I'll be back tomorrow. Bye."

Tapping the screen and ending the call was surprisingly satisfying, particularly with the look of abject fear on the other male's face. Caleb shook from head to toe, and Karlos imagined that the reality of the situation had finally come crashing down. There were no more lies for the Doberman to tell himself, no more little 'tricks' that he could play to get free of the breaking. The only question now was how long his pride would hold out before he was completely broken in, and whether there would be enough of him left to satisfy Lawrence's hopes for keeping his numbers-brain around.

"Please, please, I don't - you can't do this. Please, please, I learned my lesson. I apologized to you. That's the big thing, right? That's what you were mad about," Caleb said, whimpering as Karlos got to his feet. "Please, you can't - I did what you wanted! I learned my lesson, I can be better. I swear I can be better, I can be as good as you want me to be."

"But only when I have my eyes on you," Karlos said, shaking his head. "No, I need you to be good when I'm not watching you. I need you to be good when you aren't afraid of someone beating your head in. And you're clearly not there just yet. One more night, I think. One more night, and then you'll be able to go back to work...shaking...whimpering...needy as a little bitch waiting for someone to come to the back rooms and use you again."

"Mmmph..."

"And I think it's time that you get a little taste of that."

Karlos smirked as he thumbed the button of his pants open, letting them fall to the floor. His cock was already starting to strain against the inside of his underwear, pushing forward with eagerness despite Daniel's lovely treat earlier. It had been enough to get the edge off, which was all that he'd needed for what they were about to do.

"I'm going to fuck your ass, Caleb. I'm going to fuck your ass, and you're going to feel just how much has happened to you while you've been stuck here. You're going to learn what you've become, and you're going to see what will happen to you if you keep fighting. Lawrence wants you to be better. I would like it, but I don't really care anymore if I fail. If you fall...if you get fucked up beyond repair...there are better people out there than you. And I will be happy to find them for the boss rather than keep dealing with you."

"No...no please..."

He undid the restraints. Caleb tried to run, but his body was too weak; he hit the pavement, tried to crawl, only to be yanked up by the scruff of his neck. Karlos jammed him against the wall, one arm to his upper back, the other pulling the bitch's arms behind his back and cuffing them in place.

"Time for you to learn what you've become."

Even as the dog continued to whimper, begging in increasingly incoherent tones for mercy, Karlos lined himself up. This was going to be a quick rut, just a small one to put the dog back in his place before strapping him back to the chair, but there was no denying that a big part of him was looking forward to it. One good fuck, and this slut would start realizing just how much he'd already fallen. Whatever he believed was the bottom of the pit wasn't anywhere close; there was a long way left to go.

He was pleased to feel that the pink pucker was already twitching, begging for attention. The venom over the last ten hours had clearly worked a number on that thing, making it slightly more swollen than it had been before, more sensitive. Just tapping the head of his cock against it was enough to get a whimper out of the Doberman, which meant that it was definitely eager for more. He smiled as he dragged his cock up and down between those cheeks, teasing them, smearing them with flowing pre-cum.

"That's it. You're already ready."

"Nnnnnnnnngh..."

Caleb's whines were contrasted with the sheer violence of that wagging tail. His body wanted it, the nub swinging back and forth proclaimed it, and his cock - yes, it was hard, Karlos confirmed after a brief reach-around - was already dripping away. He wanted it, his body craved it, even if his mind was afraid of the consequences.

If this had been Marlon or Daniel, he would have taken his time. He would have shown them how to really get into it, particularly that eager bottom vulture. With Caleb, he just right to the point.

Thrust, squelch -

"AH!"

The Doberman moaned, his cock jumping and cumming in the first thrust. His shaft throbbed, bouncing, twitching in the open, painting the wall with the thinnest lines of cum that one could imagine. Those well-drained balls were still trying to put out even more, probably a result of some of the after-effects of the venom around the shaft for so long.

He's on the edge. Soon, he'll be unable to cum without the venom. If I give him much more, that'll be permanent...

It was tempting. Very, very tempting to take it to that stage tonight, to make it clear that there was no way out, but he wanted one more step just in case this didn't work. One more punishment, one more way to take the dog down a peg. This ass-fuck combined with another night being milked and edged would hopefully be enough, but he wanted that last little ace in the hole just in case it wasn't.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

And as the little bit whimper-whined, Karlos started thrusting. Each little push made the Doberman's ass jiggle, spreading further around the reptile's cock, and as he pushed the taller man against the wall, it didn't take many thrusts for another round of moaning squirting to start. Spurt, spurt, spurt went those lines of transparent seed against the wall, and the Doberman's gasping shivers ran down his spine with shameless need as Karlos kept up the rutting thrusts. In, out, in, out, each time feeling that eager hole grasping him that much tighter and with even more need.

"That's it, you bitch...take it...take it and learn where you really belong."

"Nnnngh!"

There were no words from the asshole taking his dick. There wouldn't be for a while. He was already running through his plans for the rest of the night, ranging from tying Caleb up and leaving him for another milking session to what he'd do afterward. Going to Marlon, having some time with the vulture, and then -

Well, that was further on. Time enough for that later. For now, he would just focus on fucking that tight little hole and breaking it in further.

The End

Summary: The breaking is almost done; Karlos has a little fun with someone else before coming back to see if it has finished.

Tags: M/M, Oral, Alley, Capture, Dark, Breaking, Bondage, Machine Fuck, Blowjob, Cum, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Drugs, Venom, Humiliation, Sensitivity, Doberman, Lion, Komodo Dragon, Series,