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How the Bouncer Entertains Himself

Part 3

for Limemas

by Draconicon

Karlos loved his smoke breaks. Not that he did much smoking while he was on them, but being out of the club and getting the chance to whip his dick out without getting in trouble for it was good enough for him. The Komodo Dragon leaned his head back against the brick exterior of the club, groaning as he fucked his fist at a slow, leisurely pace.

"Mmmph...pity that prick can't be down here today..."

That lion had been a good cock-sucker the last couple of times he'd seen him, but it had been almost a week since the white lion had come back again. Something about a business trip or something. He got texts and phone calls, desperately horny messages that were good for his ego, but didn't do a damn thing to get him off. Still had to do all the work himself rather than having someone to take care of his dick properly.

His little stable of playthings was slowly shrinking. Maybe they were starting to get used to his venom, or maybe they had people that were looking after them and getting them to the rehab facilities that they needed. In any case, he was getting to rely on his hand more and more, and his reputation was starting to spread. The troublemakers weren't coming to the club anymore, so his stable was shrinking and fewer people were going on it.

Great for job security, piss-poor for his pleasure. Karlos shook his head, rubbing his thumb around the tip of his dick.

Kid better come back the minute that his plane lands, or I'm going to -

Thump.

He turned. The whole club knew what he did on his 'smoke breaks', so there was no need to hide his dick. If it had been a manager, he would have taken the time to stroke it even slower, just to remind them that this was his time and he wasn't doing it on company property.

Instead, it was one of the working girls, an older iguana female. Chubby-cheeked and barely dressed in something that might have been considered a bikini if you were on a nude beach, she nodded back to the inner hallways.

"Got someone that you need to take care of."

"You've got my interest, Sally. What's up?" he asked, not quite putting his dick away yet.

"Well, he's not done anything yet -"

"Can't help you, then," he said, shrugging and getting back to tugging.

"It's a fucking priest, Karlos."

"...A priest?"

"Yeah. Catholic. Said that one of the other girls called him in and he's here for them, but he's been wandering the back hallways for a while. You know how they are."

"..."

"Come on. Do something for me, here. You're supposed to be security, aren't you?"

He was, but technically, that meant not doing anything until a client had done something against the rules. If the priest had come to the back hallways without being stopped by the other bouncers and security staff, that meant that he probably had at least some sort of tacit permission from either the girls or management. By all the rules, he probably should leave the fucker alone.

That said, he was a little desperate for a new toy, and he hadn't had a priest just yet. He chuckled, putting his cock back in his pants and nodding.

"I'll take care of it."

"Thanks. I know it's not..." She sighed, shaking her head. "It just makes me uncomfortable."

"And me with my dick out doesn't?"

"You're gay. I don't care if you have it out; it's not going to get used on me."

That was part of the reason that he was allowed so much access to the different parts of the club, and why the girls trusted him. For all that he would occasionally give them appreciative glances, it was never the sort of things that the other bouncers did. He didn't have any interest in pussy. Sure, some of the thicker girls were a bit interesting - ass was ass, after all - but that didn't mean that he was planning on fucking any of them. He'd have to hit a serious dry spell before he'd even consider dipping his dick in a female.

He patted her shoulder as he stepped back inside. Sally pointed down the hall to his right and off he went.

Probably being a judgmental asshole, anyway, Karlos thought, shaking his head. Ain't a priest out there that doesn't disapprove of these girls...

He chuckled. He was self-aware enough to know an excuse when he heard one, just as he knew that the reasoning would work when it came to defending himself if it ever came down to it. Honestly, he doubted that it would. The club - outside of management - was completely on his side, and the girls would back him if he was ever accused of something stupid. And the priest? He was probably guilty of something or other. Even the best of them had that passive judgment going on, that someone should be living a better life, and they were always judging by their own standards without even thinking about the problems that someone else faced.

This was justified. He'd already decided that.

It didn't take long to find the priest. A vulture with a white collar in a black suit, complete with cassock, stood outside one of the dressing rooms. Another one was left open not much further down the hall, and he was clearly making his way from one to another, as far as Karlos was concerned. The vulture was just about to knock when the Komodo Dragon tapped the other man on the shoulder. The taller bird turned and looked down at him.

"Can I help you, my son?"

"No, but maybe I can help you," he said. "Far as I heard, you were called here by just one of the girls. Ain't really polite to offer door to door service like this."

"Oh, but my calling was from the Lord."

"Yeah, your lord doesn't have backstage access."

"But -"

"Come with me, old man."

He took the vulture by the arm, not too harshly, but definitely firmly. Didn't want the old man wandering off, after all.

Then again, he wasn't that old, either. Sure, he was older than the reptile was - mid-forties, if Karlos didn't miss his guess - but he had kept in decent shape. A bit skinny beneath all the feather-fluff, but that was to be expected with avians. They put out a lot of feathers to keep themselves warm, and that meant that they had a lot of air between fluff and flesh. He could feel the boniness to the vulture's limbs, though, and the way that the priest twisted that long neck to look side to side made him just a little eerie, a little unearthly.

But, Karlos confirmed with a slight lean back, the bird had a nice ass. That would be enough for him.

He took the priest back to the break room, nudging the door open with a toe before stepping inside. Nobody waited at the break table, nobody was noshing on things from the cupboards. They had it to themselves, which was just what he needed for his 'punishment.'

"Take a seat, 'Father.'"

"As you wish, my son. I was only meaning to -"

"Yeah, you don't want to talk for a bit. I'm still figuring out how we're going to report this."

A lie, of course. He'd be taking care of this himself, just like he had done with Daniel. Heh. Well, maybe not quite the way that he had done with Daniel. A little variety was the spice of life, after all.

He pulled a pair of cups out of the cupboard and walked to the sink. With his back to the priest and the running water covering the sound, it was easy to gather some of the venom in the back of his mouth and just spit it into the cups. The slightly purple-ish slime quickly dissolved in the water, leaving no visual trace behind. He swirled the water around a couple of times, making double-sure that there was nothing left, before turning back to the vulture.

"Look. You can't just come in and start spreading whatever you want with the girls. They ain't here for that."

"They have the choice of a better life."

"Some of 'em, yeah. And they picked this one, because it works for them."

"But it is unholy, young man. Surely, you can see that this is but a means of indulgence."

"I don't got a problem with anyone indulging, Father. Maybe you should loosen up."

"There are rules by which we should live our lives, young man."

"Yeah. Maybe. But you ever think that maybe you don't have the only set of rules out there?"

The priest shook his head, taking the cup of water when it was offered. As Karlos sat at the other side of the table, he didn't bother to hide his contempt of the older man. He put his boots up on the table, crossing them at the ankles, and leaned back. He took a sip of his water before he continued.

"I ain't gonna kick your ass the way that I'd beat down one of the creeps that stalked the girls back here, but I'm gonna tell you this, Father. You don't belong back here. You and your faith, you and all that judgment for how the girls live their lives? It doesn't mean shit. They're here because they choose to be here. Management can be a little shit, but that's better than they'd get at all the other clubs, and they get paid for their time. Better pay than they'd get in the restaurants and theaters out there, for sure.

"Nah, nah, don't say anything," he said as the vulture opened his mouth. "You're gonna listen to me. Shut up and have a drink."

The vulture shook his head, sipping at his cup as much, it seemed, to keep his mouth busy as for the need to have a drink. The venom was already having an effect, too. Bypassing the natural vulture resistance to poison and bacteria, the venom had already started heating him up, leaving him sweating at the few bald spots amidst his feathers, and there were two little red points in his cheeks. Oh, he felt something, but he might not know what it was yet. The vulture sipped at the water again, and Karlos continued.

"I don't have time for people that are gonna treat the girls like shit."

"I was not -"

"You were trying to convince 'em that they were doing something bad, Father. You think that anyone likes to have someone come around and tell them that they're doing nothing with their lives? That everything that they do, that the thing that they're a little proud of - the thing that people want them for - is nothing but 'sin'? Heh, if you think that anyone wants to be told that, then you've got a bigger case of the stupid than most of your kind."

"Sometimes, people must...must be told. They have to be...be given light in the...darkness."

Oh, it was hitting this guy hard. Usually, his venom just made his chosen targets a little bit tipsy, a little drunk, suggestible. The low dose should have been more than enough for the vulture, but here he was, tottering, stumbling over his words. He wasn't just tipsy, or even drunk. He was on the verge of a total black-out.

The Komodo Dragon chuckled. Oh, this was going to be a fun night, that was for sure.

"People can be told, but you guys hammer it home. You all but fuck it into their brains."

"We are...forbidden from...from that...that kind of..."

"Doesn't stop you from being fuckers that try it."

"We - I - mmmph."

Three...two...one...

And right on time, the priest fell over, slumping against the break table. The mug rolled away, and Karlos caught it before it could hit the floor. He chuckled as he set it to the side along with his own cup, shaking his head in mild amusement.

"And now, it's my turn to play..."

He hadn't expected it to go this well. With Daniel, he'd played up the idea that the other man had to do something to get what he wanted, that he'd get a blowjob if he would just stay back and do what he was told. A priest was a different beast, and he was on firmer ground with what he was allowed to do. This vulture wasn't going to leave the building without being reminded of one of his own tenets: let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

Fucking pricks, always judging without actually following their own rules...

Shaking his head, he got up from his seat and walked around the table. It was easy enough to shift the vulture's top out of the way. Setting him against the table so that his top-half rested against it, he pulled the priest's pants down just enough to expose that ass.

It was surprisingly fit for someone approaching middle age, with none of the sag that some of the lazier guys that he'd seen had sported. It wasn't muscular exactly, though he imagined that standing and delivering sermons from the pulpit - or whatever it was that the Catholics did - was something that kept the muscles in good shape. The black-feathered cheeks spread easily, revealing a tight little pink pucker between them that had clearly seen no attention from anything but toilet paper through its existence.

Well, that was about to change.

Licking his lips, Karlos gathered up a mouthful of his own venom, dragging his tongue through it before leaning in. He kissed both cheeks then the hole, feeling it clench against his touch. It clearly wasn't used to anything going in, so he knew that he'd have to take a little time to tease it, caress it, give it what it needed.

And to allow the venom to sink in, of course.

As he stuck out his tongue, tasting the light layer of musk and sweat down there, he made sure to dig in around the wrinkled flesh. The soft pink turned purple ever so briefly as his spit soaked into it, only for it to lighten again as the slime and venom was absorbed. Almost instantly, the unconscious bird groaned, sliding his hips forward slightly before pushing back again.

Oh, you're going to be too easy...

But that was fine. He liked easy.

As he licked away, teasing the cheeks apart before bringing them together again, he drew one sound after another from the unconscious bird. Every time that he teased that pucker, it clenched up tight, but every time that it loosened up again, he could feel that it was slowly getting more and more open. Every little lick teased it, tweaked it, added more sensitivity to it, and from the smell of things, he could tell that the bird's dick was starting to rise.

Wonder if that crusty thing has gotten any attention in the last decade.

He chuckled. With what he was doing, he doubted that the bird would want to touch that. Any oaths he had about not masturbating would be easy enough to follow. He'd be constantly thinking of his ass, instead, thinking of how good it felt, how eager his hole was. There'd be no getting around that, and Karlos just hoped that he'd get the chance to hear the story of what a horny priest actually preached about.

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

The bird moaned in his sleep, and the priest was clearly getting into the rimming, now that he didn't have a conscious mind telling him that it was wrong. Soon, those tailfeathers went up, and that pucker was completely on display. The cheeks were shivering, trembling, almost jiggling as the muscles running through them quaked from the constant stimulation that the priest got. His body was being molded, changed, tweaked with all the lust that he was getting filled with, the venom doing its job of making sure that the bird was made eager for what came next.

His tongue slid over that hole one more time, feeling the flesh inflaming, getting slightly puffy and raised as if it had already been fucked a few times. He worked one hand under the bird, feeling for that cock -

Yes, completely hard, though a little on the small side. Perhaps five inches, at most, more like four if it wasn't for the venom coursing through him and adding to all that excitement. He gave it one stroke, then pulled his hand back, putting them both on the cheeks to keep them wide apart for this next bit.

"Mmm, time to see how long you can take this."

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

And how long before the bird woke up. The venom had clearly knocked him for a loop, but that didn't mean that he was going to stay asleep. It was entirely possible that the vulture might slide back to consciousness with enough stimulation.

But it would be fun to see how much he could get away with before that happened.

Licking his lips, Karlos locked the end of his snout with that slippery, shiny pucker. His spit had made it nice and eager, no longer clenching so hard, but definitely much more open and ready. There was no gape, but rather a sense of elastic looseness, something that had lost all fear and gained more eagerness. As he kissed it again, teasing it with his lip scales, he slowly pushed out his tongue.

The first touch of the tip made it twitch, but not clench. It didn't hold him back, and he shoved his tongue forward, burying the tip and then more inside of that clean pucker. The vulture moaned again, arching his back, but he didn't pull away or wake up further.

That's it...take it...take it deep...

He wiggled his tongue in, leaving more and more of his venom-slime wherever it went. In, out, in, out, thrusting along the rim, teasing it, keeping it good and sensitive as he pumped more of his spit past the pucker and into the hole proper. In, out, in, out, each time feeling the pucker clenching down that little bit less, feeling the inner walls spasming against his tongue.

Then, he found it. The prostate. He flicked his tongue against it -

"Mmmph...mmm....MMM!"

The vulture managed no more than three licks before he was cumming in his sleep, his cock jerking and tapping against the bottom of the break room table. The smell of priest cum was no different to anyone else's, but there was something so taboo about making it happen that it sent a pleasurable tingle through Karlos's spine.

Heh, how long before you do it again?

He deliberately pulled his tongue back, shaking his head as he started sucking some of the venom up from the back of his throat. Pulling the cheeks apart, thumbs against the vulture's hole, he stared into it. A soft, easy stretch, something that would close again as soon as he pulled his thumbs back, but for now, it opened him up enough that he could stare right down into it, right at the pink inner walls, right at the pulsating, needy hole.

Then, he spat inside.

Each time he did, he watched as the purple-streaked slime slid in, staining the inner walls, the prostate, everything. Everything just looked wetter every time that he dosed the insides, and he swore that the little bump that was the prostate got a little bigger, a little easier to find, a little more obvious every time. Perhaps the priest might need to take a few more trips to the bathroom with that swollen prostate, but he would have a damn good time with it getting touched that much more often.

He chuckled, stroking his thumbs along the changed pucker. Everything was so much more sensitive down there, puffier, needier. He would be surprised if the vulture could walk with how much his pucker had grown, considering those ass cheeks would be grinding against it time after time.

And that's before I get around to fucking it...

Karlos rubbed his cock through his pants, imagining how it would feel to put the vulture in his place right there and then. The idea of just thrusting in, of slamming his cock past that hole and filling him to the brim, was so much more than a mere temptation. He wanted it. He craved it. He needed to just break this priest and make him into the biggest butt-slut that the clergy had ever seen.

He licked his lips as he let the cheeks close. No sooner had those black feathers touched the bird's hole than the priest started moaning in his sleep again, shivering, grinding his face against the table. Karlos chuckled again, shaking his head as he got to his feet.

"Oh, you're going to remember this..."

He pulled down his pants, pulling out his cock. The tip was already soaked with pre-cum, and he could smell his own scent getting stronger in the small room. Anyone that came in here later would know that someone had gotten fucked, and he could just imagine the faces that they would pull. Nobody would complain, though. This was his place, now, his right to take and punish and use anyone that broke the rules. And this priest -

"Nnngh..."

Oh, you've got to be kidding...

The priest lifted his head from the table, finally snapping out of the drugged, pleasurable stupor that he'd been in. Karlos shook his head, giving his cock a few strokes as he took in that black-feathered ass one more time, and the priest eventually turned around.

His eyes were bleary, but narrowed. Even though he didn't immediately grasp the situation, he clearly knew that something was wrong, off. He looked down, and his eyes widened slowly.

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

"Heh, this is what it feels like, isn't it?" Karlos said. "All that talk about not living such a dirty life. Who's the one that's stretched out on a table waiting to be fucked now?"

"What...I'm not..."

"Who's the one that's got his ass all prepped for it?"

"I don't...I didn't..."

The priest shook his head, pushing himself upright. No sooner had he managed to get his feet under him than his muscles stiffened, his ass cheeks pushing together -

"Nnngh!"

And the vulture gasped, his cock jerking up. Karlos smirked as the rain of white smeared across the table, shining it from one side to the other in slick, white ropes of bird cum. The priest's cock danced up and down, probably barely able to keep from going over the edge a second time as all those inner muscles clenched down, spasmed hard, and pressed against that swollen prostate over and over again.

"What...what did you..."

"Just showed you what you are," Karlos said, shrugging off the lie. "A dirty little bitch that puts others down so he can feel he's actually superior."

"This...this is..."

"If you say impossible, I've got video recordings to show you."

"..."

"Now, you wanna lie over the table and let me get us both off, or are you going to -"

"Don't touch me!"

The priest had a stronger will than he thought. Usually, his bitches were more than willing to just bend over and let him take them by this point, but either through some sort of faith, willpower, or - more likely - religious guilt at things going this far already, the half-sober vulture managed to push himself away from the table. He stumbled as he dragged his clothes back on, panting as he did his best to disguise the bulge in the front of his uniform - not too well, either - and the older man grimaced as he tried to find a way of standing that didn't tease him.

Good luck with that...

"You...you will let me...let me leave. Now," the priest said.

"And why would I do that?"

"I will call...call the cops."

"And what will that do?"

"..."

"You know what you want."

He tapped his cock against the palm of his hand, and he saw the bird's dick bounce in his pants with every rhythmic slap. Oh, that feathery ass wanted to be filled, alright. It wanted to be filled and then some, to be rutted and fucked and bounced up and down with the pleasurable pressure of a massive dick.

"Come on. I'll give you what you need."

"You...you will...stay...away."

It was almost funny to see the priest think that he could resist this for long. Even now, Karlos could see that throbbing bulge, the desperate need getting stronger and stronger beneath the priest's clothing. It wouldn't take long before the vulture was actually begging for something up his ass, but the question was whether he would be able to get out of the building before he gave in. If he did, then there might be a few days before the priest came back, but if not...

Karlos shrugged, slowly stroking himself. It was almost too funny as the Father's eyes went down again, his cheeks burning, his eyes locked to the very dick that had been about to fuck him. There was no denying the need on display, and he bit his lips as he looked down and away.

"Stop it," he whispered.

"Why?"

"Because..."

"Because why?"

"This is filthy."

"No, just naughty."

"It is against the wishes of the church."

"Good thing we're not in church."

Every excuse was just another attempt to distract him, he knew. The vulture had his desires, his hungers, and he was trying to find some way to get his mind off them. Every time that Karlos refused to argue and just kept enjoying himself, those attempts were derailed and the vulture had to try and find another one. He leaned back against the break table, taking his time to really stroke up the bottom of his cock, catching a droplet of precum from the head.

"Do you have a name?" he asked.

"Mmph?"

"A name, Father. You got one?"

"F-Father Marlon," the vulture said. "Now...you will...stay there...and I..."

There was a moment, a split-second, when he was all but sure that the priest was going to take that last step forward. All it would have taken was one step, coming within arm's reach. That would have been enough, particularly with the clenching that was obviously going on beneath the other man's tailfeathers. It would have carried him forward with pleasure and need and addiction...

But the vulture turned around, instead. He saw the clenching cheeks, heard the hiss and whimper of pleasure, and he knew that the bird had either just cum in his pants or probably wished he had. The movement was enough to keep the priest going, though, and he kept walking, then running down the hallway. The Komodo Dragon shook his head, slowly taking his hand from his cock and reaching down for his pants again.

It didn't take long for Sally to show up. The iguana stepped inside as soon as he had his pants back up.

"What had him running?" she asked.

"Oh, the usual."

"What? Oh you - you didn't. Not a priest?"

"Heh, almost," he admitted, shaking his head. "Had stronger willpower than the last troublemaker."

"He's not going to -"

"With how much he's cumming his brains out, I don't think that he's going to be telling anyone anything. The humiliation would be too much."

That was what he was counting on, at any rate. He doubted that the vulture had anyone that he could talk to about this, and considering the sheer lust that he was suffering, he'd probably blame it on a demon rather than the medical reason that was staring him right in the face. No, no, there'd be no worries about the cops or anything like that.

However, there was the possibility that he might find the willpower to stay away from the club for a while. If that happened, then he would have to go looking for him.

Thankfully, he had a name. Father Marlon didn't sound like a particularly common priest name, so he imagined that it wouldn't be that hard to find a way to get a meeting with him. If he could check with one of the other Catholic churches and ask them about this guy - maybe frame it as a long-lost sheep trying to return to the flock - then he should be able to get directions before too long. The vulture looked like the sort that connected to and talked to a lot of the different priests, anyway.

He zipped up his pants as Sally sat at the table, and he cocked his head at her.

"Something up?"

"Just glad he's gone."

"That all?"

"That, and glad that you taught him a lesson." She chuckled. "Not a lot of guys would be willing to go that far on our word."

"Eh. Known you for longer. And besides, never hurts to teach the church a lesson or two."

They shared a laugh, but they didn't have time for more. Karlos still had to get back on shift, and he knew that they had some more troublemakers that would be coming around. Most of them would be small-time, trespassed from the club rather than actually punished the way that he liked, but they would be there, and the other bouncers only really let him get away with this because it was useful to the club, and because he kept up with all the other things that he was supposed to do.

"Gonna be watching my show later?" Sally asked.

"Thanks, but not really into tits or pussy."

"I could throw in some more ass, if it meant you'd stick around."

"Sorry, not my type. Thanks, though."

She rolled her eyes. Same as ever, that one. Some of the girls thought that he needed someone to settle down with, but at least they stopped - or at least slowed down - every time that they got the reminder that he really was more into men than women. There was something more appealing about conquering someone that was supposed to be hunting the ladies, and failing.

Fully dressed once more, he left the break rooms and returned to the back hallways. Getting some waves from the other dressing rooms, he waved back just as his phone started going off. He groaned, pulling it out to see what it was.

It was Daniel. He flicked the screen, and almost immediately was rewarded with a picture of the lion's hot, dripping dick. Chuckling, he shook his head.

"Eager to get off, again..."

Considering that the feline was off on the other side of the country, probably desperate to cum and wanting nothing more than to get off, it wasn't surprising. Split up like this, Daniel probably lost the ability to cum just before getting on the plane to leave, and wasn't going to get it back for a while.

Least it means that he's still attached, he thought, putting his phone back in his pocket. Always good to have a back-up.

He shook his head and put his phone back in his pocket. For now, he needed to get back to work, and to be serious about it. After all, no point in waiting for the bitches to come back to get their itches scratched if he wasn't there to do it. The club gave him all the chances to find new lays he wanted, and that meant that he had to keep the job if he wanted to keep preying on them. Otherwise, he'd just be another disruptive customer.

Admittedly, that could be fun, and the idea of fucking with some of the other bouncers came to mind. It was almost hot enough to keep him hard, but for the moment, work kept him down. Time to get back to it.

The End

Summary: Karlos finds another victim, and this time, decides to hyper-sensitize a different area.

Tags: M/M, Vulture, Komodo Dragon, Rimming, Teasing, Masturbation, Oversensitive, Priest, Dubcon, Series, Venom, Aphrodisiac, Age Difference, Butt, Ass, Sluttification, Instant Orgasm,