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How the Bouncer Entertains Himself

Part 9

For Limemas

By Draconicon

Despite cumming his brains out, Caleb knew that he wasn't done yet. He tried to find words, tried to find something to say to beg for mercy from what he knew was coming, but the Doberman's mouth just hung open, unable to move, unable to make anything but a moan or a whimper pass between his teeth. He was left leaning against the wall, asshole gaped from the hard rut, and he could feel the pulses of the Komodo Dragon's seed oozing out of him, dripping down his legs toward the floor.

Please...please...

He would beg for mercy if he could. He would apologize, and this time, he would mean it. He'd do whatever he was told if it meant not spending another night in the chair. Please, he would beg, please, just let him go.

But there was no way for him to beg, no way for him to speak. The stink of his own sweat and cum hit his nose with every breath, and even as he whimpered with fear, he could feel his cock throbbing, bouncing, pulsing between his legs. No matter how his balls ached, they still wanted to cum, and his asshole puckered, clenched -

"Mmmph..."

The squirting feeling of the reptile's seed oozing out of him didn't help, either. It rushed right past his prostate and over his swollen rim, dripping past the sensitive flesh and making him all the more conscious of having been fucked that hard. His legs shook, and if it wasn't for the fact that he was leaned against the wall, he would have fallen over. Nothing wanted to work; he'd literally been fucked senseless.

"That should just about do it," Karlos said from behind him. "Come on, let's get you situated."

"Nnngh..."

"You brought this on yourself. I gave you a chance to prove that you meant your apology, and instead, you chose to fuck yourself."

He'd been terrified, could anyone blame him? He was the one that was getting tortured, locked in this little shack, unable to leave, unable to do anything but just stay there and get molested time and time again. What the hell was he supposed to do? Thank Karlos for putting him through this?

He tried to fight the other man off, but his body was too weak, too shattered from the rut that he'd just been put through. He grunted instead, 'letting' himself be carried from the wall to the chair. The Komodo Dragon lowered him into the seat, his ass passing through the hole in the middle and resting on the machine once again. The fake phallus had been pushed up a little further, the head popping past his pucker and becoming a plug by simple virtue of where it sat. The Doberman huffed through clenched teeth as his former employee and captor started tying him down once more.

"Please...please...let me try again...I won't...I'll do it right this time. I promise. I'll do it right."

"You might. But that's not the point."

"Please, I can't...I won't...I can't take another night of this. I'll do anything. Please, just not this."

"You could have done that without fucking up."

"Please -"

"Caleb."

He hissed, leaning away from the sudden use of his name. The Komodo Dragon sighed, shaking his head as he looked down and pinched the bridge of his muzzle in clear frustration. A few seconds passed, and their eyes met once more.

"Caleb, this isn't about breaking you again. You're almost completely broken already. I see that. Right now, this is about teaching you that there are consequences. You fucked up; before you can try again, you gotta pay the price for fucking up. And in this case, that's one more night in the chair."

"I...I..."

"You could have been out of this thing tonight. You thought you could be sneaky. You need to learn not to do that, or you'll do that again. You need to learn to be a good dog, not a bad dog."

Caleb knew that Karlos had to have picked those words intentionally, but that didn't mean that it didn't have some sort of effect on him. He gritted his teeth, looking down and away as the other man kept pulling the restraints tight, popping the leather bands around his ankles and dragging them through the ratchets. It was tight enough that it made him feel it every time that he shifted his legs around, but it didn't cut off his blood flow, which was something, at least.

"Please..."

He couldn't stop begging. No matter how much he wanted to stop, no matter how much he wished he could make himself shut up, he couldn't keep from saying it over and over again. He wanted to get out. He needed to get out. He couldn't - he couldn't -

Caleb was losing his mind, going hysterical, and when the Komodo Dragon reached over and slapped him, he was almost grateful. He gasped for breath afterward, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open, but he was no longer gibbering internally or externally. That didn't mean that he felt better or more resigned to his fate, but at least he wasn't completely losing control anymore.

"...Thank you," he managed to mutter, knowing that something was expected of him.

"Better. Now. One more night. In the morning, if you behave, then I'll let you loose. You understand me? I'll let you out of the restraints, take you back to the club, but only if you show me that you've learned your lesson. If you try and pull another fast one, I'll make sure that you learn to regret that one even worse. I haven't done everything that I could to you, yet, but I will if I have to. Do you understand me?"

"I...I understand."

"Good. Now, let's make sure that you get the lesson tonight. You've already gone through one night with this, but I'm going to step it up a notch this time. Look at this."

He almost didn't want to, but not following orders felt like a good way to get in greater trouble. Caleb looked down, and his eyes went wide.

It was a clear tube that was just wide enough to slide down to the base of his cock. It was attached to a plastic tube on the far end of the cannister, and the bottom was covered in some sort of rubber, probably meant to be more comfortable against someone's body rather than just leaving it there to rub him raw. The more that he stared at it, the more that he realized that it was meant to suck his cock dry.

"No, no...oh god, please, I don't...I don't have anything left!"

"You have some left, but that's not really going to be a problem. You'll see, once it kicks off. Now, hold still."

Caleb didn't have a choice. Even if the restraints had been loose enough to allow him to squirm, he had finally gotten it through his skull. Any sort of resistance was going to make his punishment that much worse. Any sort of 'bad dog' behavior was going to leave him completely fucked for the rest of his life. His cock and his ass already felt like they had been warped, ruined, turned into someone else's dick and ass, but he could at least keep it from getting worse.

He bit his lips as he felt the rubber at the bottom rubbing against the side of his dick on the way down, and when it reached the bottom, it sucked. Sucked hard, too, pulling itself flush against his skin while also starting to pulse and throb around his cock. There was no vibration, thankfully, but it was still enough to make his cock feel firmer than normal, almost like there was more blood trapped in it. He looked down and watched as it throbbed, even expanded slightly, almost like it really was getting a little thicker.

It's a mess...I'm a mess...

Staring at his cock showed him just how much it had been changed from the venom application the night before. Wearing that condom stuffed full of the Komodo Dragon's venom had made him all the bigger, yes, and redder, too, his cock looking almost feral from the sheer amount of sensitivity and stiffness that it had taken on. He felt like a freak, and yet, at the same time, his cock refused to go down. It liked this, even as the rest of him flinched away from it.

"How...how long?" he managed to ask.

"Just for the night, so...eight, maybe ten hours. Depends when I can get out here."

"..."

"Good dog."

Just for not complaining, for just accepting his punishment, he'd been called a good dog. He wanted to scream, but instead, he just moaned, his cock throbbing all the harder and spitting some clear pre-cum against the inside of the transparent cannister. He lowered his head against his chest, whimpering under his breath as he imagined what he had become.

The Komodo Dragon reached under the chair, and the machine clicked on. Just like before, the vibrating toy tip was just far enough inside him to hit those buttons, almost nudging his prostate, but this time, the machine started sucking his cock, too, the cannister rolling down, then pulling up, then rolling down again. The rubber at the bottom inflated, becoming almost like a pair of lips caressing his cock as the air pressure tugged the tube up and down, up and down, almost like some sort of milking machine.

"Nnngh...nngh..."

"Don't worry. You'll learn what happens to bad dogs soon enough." Karlos got to his feet. "I'll see you in the morning."

Don't complain. Don't complain. Don't complain.

He managed to clench back the complaints as the Komodo Dragon walked out of the storage unit once more, the metal door rattling shut and leaving him in the dim light of the small room. He groaned, his head rolled back against the back of the chair as he huffed and puffed.

The only mercy for the moment was that the vibrations and pulses were weaker than the stimulation that he got from the hard ass-fuck that he'd gone through as the first part of his punishment. For now, for now, it wasn't so bad, and he was able to think, if only barely.

Do...can I...do I submit...tomorrow?

He couldn't believe that he was still thinking about fighting back, but he knew that if he didn't submit, he'd only have that one chance to do it. Karlos was getting more and more strict about good behavior, and if he failed, then the punishment would be worse than this. He had already gotten ass-raped -

Was it rape with that many orgasms?

The thought alone sent shivers down his spine, reminding him of how far he'd fallen. One glance at the wall reminded him of how many times he'd cum while getting butt-fucked. No less than twenty orgasms in as many minutes, each one a pulsing shame that had told him that he was certainly no longer straight. Even now, he felt his ass craving something more than the vibrating plug that was jammed past his rim, and he kept shuffling slightly as if his body was trying to get it deeper.

His body was no longer his ally, he knew. That was something that had long since faded. He couldn't rely on it to actually work with him while he was trying to escape from this. All he could do was hope that it wouldn't betray him when -

"Mmmph...mmph..."

The toy was slowly getting deeper in his ass, just an inch or so, and it was buzzing right on his prostate. He arched his back, huffing and grunting between clenched teeth. There was no point in screaming; no-one would hear him. Better to be quiet...quiet and focused...focused on...on...

On the pleasure in his ass, he eventually settled on, unable to help himself. Just a little bit of that, he thought. He came so easily from the ass-rape, and with that milker bouncing on his cock, he should be cumming soon. Very soon. Soon enough to clear his head and get back to thinking after that...

Surely...very soon...

#

Two hours later...

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

He was so close, but he'd been right on the edge for the past couple of hours. He was all but screaming his need at this point, his eyes rolled back and drool hanging from the side of his muzzle as he kept awkwardly trying to thrust back, forward, back, forward.

"Cum...cum...cum...gotta cum..."

But no matter how much he tried to offer his body to the machine, it was never enough. The most that he could do was just roll his hips this way, that way, trying to get something more from the two parts of it, but no matter how close he came, it was never enough. He kept dripping pre-cum, the sucking of the machine pulling that away and leaving his cock barely wet enough for the constant suction and stroking, and his asshole was perfectly stretched. The vibes had loosened him up, made him feel so good...

But it wasn't enough.

It wasn't even close to enough.

"Come on, come on, come on!" he screamed, almost crying as he curled his fists in desperate frustration, feeling the constant rubbing on that pleasure button inside, feeling his cock throbbing, so fucking close. "Just go! Just cum, cum, cum, cum, cum!"

Two hours of constant edging, two hours of stroking and vibrations and everything else, and it wasn't enough. He'd cum twenty times in twenty minutes from getting ass-fucked! What the hell had changed that made it so that the machine wasn't enough anymore? Why? Why?

He didn't have an answer, and all he could do was sit there, sit there as he was abused and filled and -

Wait, the machine was...doing something different. It was -

"NNNNNNNGH!"

The toy had never been more than two inches inside of him before, but now, it was pushing deeper. Not far, but a bit, two inches becoming three, then four, then five. Five inches of metal, smooth and featureless, but it was inside him, and it was moving, and vibrating like hell.

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

He was so close. He was so fucking close. He spread his legs as much as his bindings would let him, ankles trapped but knees allowed to go further apart. Just a little more, just a little more, surely.

His cheeks spread wider as the toy started to pull back out, a piston dragging it free, and then -

"AH!"

He screamed as the milker tube started to move faster, bobbing up and down on his cock, sucking away while releasing some sort of lube around his cock. It almost made the whole thing feel like the sloppiest of blowjobs, slimy and wet around his cock and dripping down his balls. His eyes rolled back, and he hoped and prayed that the orgasm that he needed was around the corner.

#

Six hours later...

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

He wasn't sure what the last coherent thought he'd had had been, but it must have been some while back. He wasn't thinking clearly any longer; all he was doing was rocking his hips back and forth along the chair, either rolling back to try and match the thrusts from the machine or pushing forward to offer his cock to the milking tube.

He had never stopped oozing pre-cum. His balls felt heavier than ever, big stud balls that never wanted to stop pulsing and throbbing and churning, and yet, they weren't giving up their prize. The Doberman moaned and huffed, his balls utterly soaked with whatever lube the machine was using, and his ass...

His ass dribbled with his own pre-cum, the harvested fluid dripping past his ring to the floor below. The machine was using it to power the dildo further and further, ramming it into his guts, opening him up and training his ass to be a good toy. In, out, in, out, each time making him feel a little more open, a little looser, a little sluttier than he had been.

His mouth hung open, his eyes glassy as he felt that promise of orgasm right around the corner. It didn't come, never did, but it was always there, always teasing that it would give him what he wanted in just another second or two. Just a little more, a little more time, a little more stimulation.

Caleb whimpered and whined, his breath coming faster and faster as he imagined what would happen to him when he finally blew his load. How long...so long...too long...

#

Nine hours later...

He was sitting in a pool of lube and his own pre-cum, and his balls felt like they were the size of his fists. They were swollen, not with pain or discomfort, but with so much seed that it felt like they were fit to burst if they were not relieved post-haste. The Doberman struggled to sit up straight, his arms behind his back the only thing keeping him from falling forward. He had long since stopped moving, unable to get what he wanted, just letting his body get molested and assaulted by the machine.

One word remained in his head, and that word was 'Cum.' He need to cum. He would do anything to cum. He would be a good dog for the rest of his life if he was just allowed to cum.

The door rattled open. He saw nothing but shapes and silhouettes as his captor walked in, shutting the door behind him. Caleb just stared straight ahead, his mind blank as the machine finally switched off. A water bottle pressed to his lips, and he swallowed desperately, assuaging his thirst after such a long night.

"Have you learned your lesson?" Karlos asked.

"Nnngh...be a good...good dog...good dog gets to cum. Good dogs get to cum."

"And are you going to be a good dog from now on?"

Caleb nodded, whimpering like some sort of feral as his little nub of a tail flicked back and forth behind him. He would do whatever it took to get the trust of the big man in front of him. He would do anything, literally anything, to be allowed some sense of free pleasure, some promise that the punishment that he was going through was over. He didn't care, anymore. No dignity, no pride was worth what he was going through right at that moment. He was beaten.

The cannister came off his cock, and pre-cum oozed from the end. He had started to get more productive as he was milked longer and longer, and the results spoke for themselves as they fell all over his cock, his balls, and the floor. He continued to ooze, unable to stop, and he huffed helplessly as he leaned against the bindings.

"Please..."

"You've been good, I guess. You learned your lesson. But..." Karlos hesitated. "I don't know why I'm bothering to tell you this, but the only way you're cumming is with more of the venom. A little bit, not enough to break you, but enough to make it good."

"Anything. Please, sir."

Sir. A word that he never would have used with the Komodo Dragon before was the first one to leave his mouth now. He didn't care; he needed the reward for being a good dog, for getting through this and learning his lesson. He'd do whatever it took; he'd decided that.

"Please, sir, I'll do anything, take anything, just...just please...let me cum...let me feel it again. I need it...I need it...I need it so fucking bad..."

"Alright, alright."

The bindings came off and he was allowed to slump to the floor, kneeling in his own slime. He didn't care; he'd been in worse messes in his life. He remained on his knees, looking up at the other male. The height difference between them was quite distinct at this point; he was no longer able to look down at the bouncer. He didn't think that he would ever be able to do that again. Not with this behind them.

A scaly hand cupped his chin, forcing him to look up. He did without question, meeting Karlos's eyes as the other man pinched his mouth open. He let it happen, and he even let his tongue hang out as a little string of fluid started to drool out of the Komodo Dragon's mouth. It was so soft, so small, that one could have been forgiven for thinking that something so minor couldn't change someone's life forever.

But it did.

It hit his tongue, and he gasped for breath as he became more aware of his mouth than ever before. He shivered as he felt the odd pleasure just from touching his tongue to his teeth or to the roof of his mouth. Everything was...was insanely sensitive, and he didn't know what to think about it. All he knew was that he was completely overwhelmed, and he was so close, and -

Ziiiip.

The Komodo Dragon pulled his pants down, dragging his cock into the open. Caleb looked at it, then felt the sensitivity in his mouth again, and realized what the price was going to be for his pleasure. He was going to get face-fucked, just like he had spent the previous night getting ass-fucked. He was going to learn how to take that, and he was going to be nothing more than another toy for the bouncer, just like all the other cock-brained idiots that had suffered the reptile's displeasure over the years.

He wanted to say that he was shocked, that he was scared, but he wasn't. The only thing he felt was need, and that need demanded satiation.

"This is going to break you. If there's any dignity left in your mind, it's going to be gone after this. You get that, right?" Karlos asked.

"I understand, sir."

"And you still want it?"

"I need it."

There were no more questions. Caleb opened his mouth and leaned in, and the scaly hand on the back of his head drove him down.

The first taste was just as salty and strong and overpowering as he had expected; his mouth was not only more sensitive to touch, but to taste, and he tasted everything, from the old pre-cum to the long-stained musk that flesh. He couldn't stop sucking, though, not when he knew what was on the line. He bobbed his head down, down, down, taking the whole thing without even gagging, letting the balls rest against his chin and that shaft deep in his throat. He moaned around it, and he tasted the pre-cum oozing up from the back of his mouth.

"Mmmph...well, you're definitely more eager than you were. That's for certain."

More eager and more determined, to put it bluntly. He barely needed the hand behind his head, between his ears; he started bobbing back and forth, and as he moved his head, the cock between his lips was already starting to push him towards orgasm. He could feel it, the pleasure spiking, the feeling of that fat cock pushing between his lips feeling almost as good as it had when it was spreading his rim wide open. In, out, in, out, faster, fast, faster.

His cock bobbed up and down, throbbing in time with each thrust as the Komodo Dragon started fucking his face properly. Caleb whimpered at the pleasure, embracing it, his hands at his sides as he just knelt there, letting the other man use him. Use his face, use his throat, use everything that he needed to get off just so that the Doberman himself could feel the same -

"MMMPH!"

It came well before Karlos's orgasm, and Caleb moaned out loud as he came from the odd pleasure of having a cock sliding along his sensitized lips and tongue. Thrust, thrust, squelch. Thrust, thrust, squelch. Every three thrusts seemed to spark another spurt of cum from his cock, forcing him over the edge, leaving him blissed out almost instantly from the utter need that the big guy gave him.

"Holy fuck...I've never seen someone go over the edge that fast..."

It didn't matter. His balls were full. He needed more. So much more. Whimpering, he kept bobbing his head forward and back, meeting those thrusts, matching himself to that beat to keep up with it. Forward, back, forward, back, each time feeling that tingling pleasure building up, almost as if his mouth had become as sensitive as his ass had been just last night before the machine-fuck.

More. He needed more, and he wasn't going to stop until he got it. Forward, back, forward, back, feeling the tingling building up between his legs once more. The utter need to get off that came from just feeling that pleasure, that stretching friction of that thick cock pushing his jaws apart, everything: it shouldn't have been enough, but it was.

In, out, in, out that fat dick went, all but punching into his throat before pulling out again. It was an effort to keep going, to keep up with it, but the pleasure that came from doing it was more than enough.

More...more...more...

His eyes were rolling back in their sockets, and his toes were curling against his ass as he kept in the kneeling position. He stared up as Karlos fucked his face, not sure what he expected to see, but just unable to look away. The Komodo Dragon had become his sir, his master, his dom, and there was no getting out of that. He didn't want to get out of that. He wanted this to continue, to mold him and shape him until he was completely situated in a position where he would never have to suffer this punishment ever again.

Suck.

Swallow.

Suck.

Swallow.

Each pulse of pleasure that came from that throbbing dick between his lips churned through his balls, then up through his cock, and within less than a minute, another orgasm was on the way. He embraced it, embraced the pleasure and the addiction of being face-fucked, thrusting his hips forward in time with the Komodo Dragon as he sucked hard. The salty taste, the musky odors combined -

"MMMPH!"

And Caleb was over the edge again, emptying his balls once more over the floor. It didn't matter that there was no dignity in this, no pleasure in anything but obedience. All that mattered was that he get more of that pleasure. Pleasure was his life. Pleasure was his need. He was going to get everything that he needed, and more.

"Mmm...mmm..."

"Okay...if you think you can take it...let's see how far you can go."

Caleb yelped as he was pushed backward, shoved back against the chair. His head was bent back, and he realized that he was going to take the whole thing straight down his throat. There'd be no holding back for Karlos in this position...and he didn't even care.

#

They returned to 'Riding the Pole' three hours later. After a short stop at Karlos's apartment where Caleb was allowed to shower and finally put on clothes again for the first time in days, he'd been driven back to the club's parking lot. He sat in silence as Karlos put the vehicle in park, took the keys out, and hadn't even touched the door by the time that the Komodo Dragon was ready to get out of the car.

"Hey." Karlos poked his shoulder. "We're here."

"...What happens now?" he asked.

"Now? Now, you get back to work, and stop being an asshole."

"...Just like that?"

"Hey. You be a good dog, nobody's going to have a problem with you. The only ones here that were that pissed with you were me and Sally, and we both got our revenge. Everyone else was still building up to that moment. You stop now, you be a good dog, and nobody's going to give a shit that you're back to work after a few days off. It's that simple. So, are you going to get out of my car, or am I going to have to drag you into the building?"

"...I'll get out of the car."

"Good boy."

He still wasn't sure how he felt about that. Every time he heard it, his tail wagged, his mind glowed with a rush of good feelings, and he genuinely felt better about himself. At the same time, he was never sure how much of it was manipulation and how much of it was just playing with him.

Either way, he knew that he had to get on with this. He had put off going back to work long enough; he wasn't going to be allowed to take time off to recover, that was for sure.

The Doberman stepped out of the car, shaking his head as he got to his feet and felt just how...sensitive...everything still was. Karlos had explained that he'd be essentially numb to an actual orgasm for a while, considering that everything had been hit pretty hard, but that would eventually come back so long as he was able to keep from indulging and damaging anything. The only exception would be if the Komodo Dragon came around and started pushing for his pleasure; that would give the Doberman some pleasure as well, even an orgasm if he did well enough, and all with a sufficiently low dose of venom to not wreck him.

I'm his toy, now. What's that going to mean for everyone else? he wondered as they walked up to the front door of the club. Am I going to get fucked by everyone? Am I even a manager anymore?

He didn't know, and so, he braced himself as he pushed the door open. He looked inside -

"Welcome back, dickhead."

It was Michael, and despite the word, he actually felt better hearing that than he expected. The other bouncer always called him that when he came to work, and it was just a familiar thing, not some abusive moment. He turned, waited for a second to see if the sunglasses-wearing crocodile was going to take it further. When Michael didn't, some sense of the normal came back, and he smiled ever so slightly as he walked through the main room.

It was early enough that there were very few customers, certainly none that were interested in him. He looked around for a moment, paused, and then turned to the crocodile. He could feel Karlos watching him from the other side of the room as the other bouncer went to clock in, but he knew that this had to be done without actually being ordered. If he had to be ordered to do something -

Bad dog.

That wasn't what he wanted to be. Not anymore. Not with those consequences so clearly spelled out.

"Michael."

"Mmmph?"

"I wanted to - No. I'm sorry." The words came easier than expected, and the rest just followed. "I'm sorry for trying to be the 'big dog' around you. I'm supposed to be a manager, and that's supposed to be enough. I'm sorry for being a pain."

"...Heh. Okay, fair 'nuff. Anything else?"

"No."

"Right. Then maybe get back to your office or something? I got work to do."

And that was that. Surprisingly simple, and certainly less painful than he expected. He turned almost without thinking, walking along to the hallway that led back to his office, and only when he arrived did he realize that he had just gone along with the suggestion without actually questioning it.

Okay...guess I'm...a little more obedient than I used to be.

That wasn't a bad thing, he hoped. He'd find out, though. He always found out about those things as time went on. If he was going to be cursed to follow suggestions...

Well, he just hoped that Michael got a little less crude, and that some of the girls didn't find out. Somehow, he didn't think that they'd be quite as 'nice' as Karlos had been during the last few days.

He was a good dog now. He'd be a very good dog to keep safe.

The End

Summary: And so we hit the end of Caleb's breaking, and he's become a much better dog.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, Machine, Technophilia, Anal, Milking Machine, Fucking Machine, Cock Milking, Chastity, Corruption, Series, Doberman, Komodo Dragon, Face-Fucking, Facefucking, Orgasm, Cum, Humiliation, Breaking,