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How the Bouncer Entertains Himself

Part 6

For Limemas

By Draconicon

"Oh, I'm singing in the rain...just singing in the rain..."

Karlos hummed to himself as the song continued over the radio, tapping his hands against the steering wheel as he drove through the storage unit lot. The security guard was happy enough to let him through, if only for the promise of a little fun later in the week, and the late hours promised that there would be no-one else to bother him. No auction-hunters, no nosy-parkers, nothing.

The Komodo Dragon drove up to his locker, pulling the car to a stop and turning off the engine. He leaned back against the seat, a rare smile crossing his face. Tonight was going to be good.

Buzz buzz.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he saw a text from Daniel waiting. He shook his head, flicking it open.

_Daniel: Master, I'm ready.

Daniel: Pic?_

The bouncer chuckled, feeling his cock rising already. The lion had been a very trainable boi, someone that knew how to get into role under him and show off just how much he needed dick. And everything else that the Komodo Dragon had to offer, for that matter. His fingers danced over the virtual keys.

Karlos: Show me.

A second later, he got what he was asking for. The white lion had a giant red streak across both cheeks as he posed for the camera and the mirror, his face on fire as he stood there in a suit and tie. His zipper was down, and his cock hung out, limp and pathetic. Just as intended, really; without the regular doses of venom from Karlos, that thing was useless, as chaste as something locked up in a cage and completely unthreatening.

A second picture followed, the lion turned around, showing off his ass cheeks and the toy that was rammed inside. It was a simple metal butt plug, but a marker had been taken to one ass cheek. It pointed to the pucker, plugged up good, and said "Karlos's Property."

The bouncer chuckled, tapping the screen again.

_Karlos: Good boy.

Karlos: You'll get a dose tonight.

Daniel: Thank you, master, thank you!

Daniel: Can I - will I get the chance to suck you?

Karlos: Of course. If you're good.

Daniel: Thank you, master. I'll be good. Very good.

Daniel: See you at the restaurant?_

Karlos: See you there. And make sure that you're good and full; clean out before keeping the plug in.

Daniel: Yes, master.

He shook his head, feeling his dick throb as the lion sent one last picture. It was an older one, something from a prior play session, no doubt. Daniel, down on the balls of his feet and his back arched, riding a large dildo and taking it all the way to the hilt. His ass cheeks hit the floor, his cock throbbing, oozing, even though it was barely half-hard, and his eyes were as fiery and horny as one could have ever asked a bitch to be.

Karlos groaned, rubbing his cock through his pants for a few more seconds before pulling his hand away. He'd get to play with that later. He still had to get things done before he could go have his fun. The lion would keep; the storage room needed some extra work, first.

Nudging the car door open, he threw his hood up, popped the trunk, and got out. As he walked around the car, his smile grew; Daniel would be his reward at the end of the night, and a better one at that, but his work was hardly a punishment.

He threw the trunk open the rest of the way to reveal a bound, unconscious Doberman. Caleb had been easy to drug; the bartender had still been pissed at the wuss of a manager for what he'd done, and she'd been more than willing to throw in on teaching the man a lesson. One good dose in his drink had left him unconscious, and from there, it had been easy to throw the suited-up man in the car, tie him up, and make sure that he didn't make any noise on the way to the storage unit.

"Oh, you're going to learn, tonight," he muttered, dragging the Doberman out. "Oof...fuck, you're a heavy son of a bitch..."

Then again, most things were big and heavy compared to a Komodo Dragon that was barely five feet tall. He grumbled as he lugged the big man out of the car, dragging him to the side of the storage unit. Leaning the unconscious asshole against the wall, he unlocked the sliding door, throwing it up.

It was just like he'd left it. A single chair rested in the middle of the room, and various tools - mostly sexual ones - were arranged on the shelves he'd installed here. The actual upkeep for the room was a little steep - the storage units weren't supposed to have power sent to them, after all, nor were they supposed to be modified - but for the occasional extreme session, he'd found it worth it. Mostly due to the fact that it kept anyone from looking for him, and he never had to deal with other dungeon masters stepping in to stop a session.

He all but tossed the drugged Doberman into the chair. It was bolted to the ground, so it stayed where it was, but the asshole slid down. He shook his head.

"If Lawrence didn't want to keep you useful..."

Then again, it was probably for the best. For all that Caleb was a walking shit-stain when it came to his personality and how he interacted with others, he was good enough with the books to be worth keeping somewhat coherent. And more to the point, this was an interesting test of just what he could do. Karlos wasn't sure just how far he could take his abilities, and he looked forward to finding out. The poison had always been a good way to drug and break someone quickly, but...

Well, here he could get creative.

"Let's see what you're hiding under that fancy suit..."

Pulling a pair of scissors from the wall, he began the process of cutting the whole thing to ribbons. Shirt first, of course. The tie came off, then the jacket, the expensive silk falling apart with each long cut. He took joy in ruining the clothes; after all the times that Caleb had ripped into him on the smallest of things, it felt good to take a little petty revenge before they got onto the big stuff.

Once the shirt and jacket were gone, the shoes were next. He just ripped those off before starting on the socks, cutting down from the ankle and ripping them to shreds. Topless, barefoot, and still completely out of it.

"Heh...if you were awake right now, you'd be threatening to fire me. Or call the cops, I guess. Well...not that it matters. Not out here."

Dragging the scissors up the pant leg, he went right to the Doberman's briefs before flicking up to the waistband. They fell apart quickly, leaving him in nothing more than a pair of tighty-whities.

"Heh...why am I not surprised?" he muttered, running his hand over the nearly-invisible bulge in the baggy fabric. "Look at that. Almost nothing showing, hmm? Trying to hide from the 'faggot'?"

There was no answer, of course. He didn't expect anything. Shaking his head, he worked the scissors into the waistband of the underwear, giving it a single snip along the hip. The whole thing went slack, and he rolled the fabric out of the way.

"Hmmmm...actually, not doing as bad as I thought."

His 'manager' had a decent bit of meat down there. Not as much as he did, by a long shot, but that was a rare thing. He flicked the protruding shaft up, down, up, down, watching as the soft four inches flicked around. Not as long as some of the guys he knew, but long enough for a bit of fun, and there was still the eventual erection to think about.

"Alright, let's get you nice and secure before I get started...no need to fight..."

Naked and exposed, he knew that Caleb would throw a fit as soon as he woke up and realized the situation he was in. Anyone would, truth be told, but most people wouldn't deserve the shit that they had coming to them. This guy did. This guy deserved everything that Karlos had come up with, and then a little more on top of that. He was not getting out of this until he was properly broken in.

So, out came the ropes. Special ones, ones woven with silk to make sure that they weren't so rough or abrasive, were tied tight around the Doberman's ankles, pinning him to the legs of the chair, while his arms were tied behind his back around the rear. Karlos took his time to situate the other man properly, sliding him back so his bare ass stuck through the small hole in the base of the chair, and then situated his balls so that they hung through, but his dick did not, pointing forward rather than hanging down.

He took what was left of the rope and wrapped it around Caleb's middle, a little support to keep him bound to the back of the chair, and then, when he was finally satisfied, he nodded to himself.

"Alright, just one thing left to do."

Walking over to another shelf, he pulled down a water bottle. He kept a great deal of those around for those subs that he brought here; no need to let any of them dehydrate during the play sessions, after all. Tonight, however, it would work well as an alarm.

Sploosh.

The Doberman gasped as he was soaked from head to hip in a spray of water, gasping as Karlos chuckled. As his manager looked around, pulling at the ropes binding his arms behind his back and his back to the chair, the Komodo Dragon walked over to the chains that controlled the storage unit door.

"Welcome to one of your last nights as an asshole, Caleb," he said.

"You...you! What the fuck are you doing here? What do you want?"

"I'm just making sure that you finally get the sort of treatment that you've been jockeying for ever since you became manager. 'Riding the Pole's been a shitshow ever since you started calling the shots on the floor, and we all know it. Hell, I'm surprised that you've got enough narcissism to actually ignore it."

"The hell are you saying!? Where are we? What the hell are you doing with me? Why...Why the fuck am I naked?!"

"All these things will be answered in time."

"FUCK YOU!" Caleb threw himself against the sides of the chair, trying to thrash his way out of his bonds or, perhaps, just knock the chair over. Either way, it wasn't going to happen. "I'm going to - fucking hell, I'm going to bring the law on your head! Forget going to the boss, I'm going straight to the cops! This is kidnapping! Assault! Faggot, I'm going to call them and see them beat your head in and I'll -"

It was almost funny to watch someone start frothing at the mouth with how much they hated people 'like him,' which was where Caleb seemed to take most of his fury. The fact that this was almost entirely blamed on Karlos being some sort of 'faggot,' on his sexuality, more than anything else, should have been hurtful.

Instead, it was just pathetic. This was the ranting and raving of someone that thought that he was the king of his own life, that people liked him and followed him because they wanted to, not because they had to. So many lies, so many fuck-ups, and here he was, shouting like he was the victim instead of the one that had created so many others. Oh, the irony.

He let it continue for another minute before he reached for his next tool. His fingers danced along the various gags on the shelf before finding the one he wanted. Smiling, he turned, and thrust.

"Mmph?!"

Forcing the cock-shaped gag down the Doberman's muzzle until it rested right at the back of his throat, he took his time sliding the leather straps in place, closing them tightly around the top and bottom jaw. Each new strap drew a different gasp and whimper from his 'superior,' and it was just that much more satisfying to keep pulling them tighter...and tighter...until there was no escape.

"Let's start with the obvious, hmm?" he said, continuing to pull the muzzle tight as he dragged the other straps around the Doberman's head. "What you are...is a disappointment. Lawrence hadn't realized just how abusive you've become."

"MMPH?!"

"Yes, you," he said, well-versed in the speech of the gagged. "You have been getting worse and worse. Calling me a faggot by any other name. Shouting at Michael and demanding different service. Trying to fuck the other girls behind our backs."

"Mmph-mmph?"

"Yes, I knew. And some of them even talked with me about it." He looked the Doberman in the eye. "Did you really expect them to keep quiet, threatening them like that? Or were you just that self-deluded into thinking that they'd be too 'satisfied' to actually say anything about it when you were done?"

Caleb just stared, his eyes going wider and wider. He wondered if the dog was finally starting to realize the position that he was in, but he put it out of his mind.

It was strange doing it this way. For the first time, he realized that he wasn't doing this entirely out of lust, or even primarily. This was more...pleasant, he supposed, rather than horny. He wasn't getting off on the punishment, not sexually. Not yet, at least, though he imagined that would come further down the line. No, no, this was something different. Something that let him be a little more playful about it, a little more...jaunty, for lack of a better word.

He liked it. He liked it a lot.

"At any rate, the boss decided that you had to be reined in a bit when I told him what was going on. You're lucky; he wants you to still be able to do at least part of your job. Not that I care one way or the other, but he decided that he wanted you to still be useful. Which meant that I couldn't just fuck you into a braindead stupor and leave you for the cops to pick up while they were filling out a whore quota."

He pulled the straps tight, and the Doberman hissed. He was no longer struggling. Maybe he finally got the picture, or maybe he was finally realizing that he was in deeper shit than he thought. When he heard that Lawrence wanted him taken care of, Karlos imagined, the Doberman probably finally got it through his thick skull that he wasn't the golden child that he thought he was.

"Now, there's a lot of ways to do that, but considering how much you hate the very idea of 'faggots,' I think I'm going to start there. What's going to happen - and I'm going to tell you this because you can't stop it - is that I'm going to turn you into a hyper-sensitive, cock-addicted, horny little slut that still knows how to work his magic with numbers. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be a calculator that runs on cum, who can't even think of a pussy without his dick deflating. And by the time that I finish 'fixing' you, you won't want to be around anyone else. You'll want to be in your little room, doing your number magic, and hoping that you do a good enough job that I'll come back and give you what you need."

The longer he talked, the more terrified the Doberman looked. Very much the thing that he wanted to see.

"Now, you probably think that you're going to get through this. That you're going to outlast me, or that I'm just going to rape you and that'll be all there is to it. I can't blame you; that used to be the way that it worked, and there were some people that could hold it together until they could get to a doctor or therapy, and find a way to put themselves back together. Theoretically, it is possible that you might be able to get out of this in one piece.

"But that was the old me. That was the me that just wanted a one-and-done. For you? Oh, for you, I'm pulling out all the stops."

He looked the Doberman up and down. There was very little to dissuade someone from giving him some attention, if he wasn't talking. Not that he was particularly Karlos's type, but someone a little over five and a half feet, decent muscle, some good tone: it all added up, bit by bit, to make someone that wasn't exactly hard on the eyes.

Of course, that personality didn't do anything to recommend him, but the gag kept that from showing through. And revenge...revenge was its own aphrodisiac.

"Let's start with that ass of yours, shall we?"

"MMPH!"

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to fuck you tonight. Too soon for that, and besides, I have someone else waiting up on me. I don't want to waste my energy with you, not when there's other people that deserve it more."

He chuckled. He had other plans, indeed.

Drifting to one of the shelves on the far side of the storage shed, he deliberately stepped out of sight. He wanted to make sure that this one was a surprise right up to the point when he turned it on, and it was going to be a big one.

He dragged a small box from the shelf, one that was topped with a small pad with a nub that pointed up. It was something of a personal project, a custom-ordered 'sybian' of sorts. Not the same construction, of course, since it was meant to be used in the hole in the chair rather than straddled normally, but sufficiently powerful to be worth a use. The nub on the top, forged of strong metal, was just long and slender enough to slide past almost any pucker and rest near, but not on, the prostate.

It was specifically made to tickle the interests of those that didn't have any real anal experience, something to make them want more, to keep them guessing just how intense this was going to get. It worked, too; more than a few subs had broken with the feeling of that thing inside of them.

As he laid it on the floor, nudging it under the Doberman's seat and making sure that it was properly situated, he could feel the club manager shifting, trying to lift his ass off the chair, but the ropes kept him pinned in place. There was no escape.

"Now, you know what this is?"

"MMPH!"

"By morning, you'll be begging for it, heh."

He never bothered unplugging the gear. All he had to do was turn it on.

"MMMPH!"

Caleb arched his back against the chair, no doubt feeling some anal pleasure for the first time in his miserable life. Shaking his head, the Komodo Dragon stood up, putting his hands on the dog's shoulders. It didn't push him down, precisely, but it kept him from pulling his hips up the minute amount that the bondage would have allowed.

"There, there...now you know how it feels...how much you need it...how much you'll want it..."

The humming buzz continued to fill the small storage unit, getting louder and louder the longer that it went on, breaking up with an occasional silence before roaring back to life a split second later. Whirr, whirr, it went, and he smirked as he watched the other man's cock slowly rising to life between his legs.

"Oh, look at that. You're already starting to get hard. I guess it's not just faggots that like it up the ass."

He clapped his hands against the other man's arms, walking around as that four-incher slowly started pushing up, getting firmer and longer. Four to five, six, all the way to seven before it stopped throbbing any further. Not bad for such an asshole. Not exactly someone that was just compensating for something, he supposed.

He flicked the tip, not hard, just enough to get it to bob over to one side. It wobbled, then throbbed all the way up. The anal vibe was definitely doing a good job of getting it interested, but that wouldn't be enough. Not for a night of learning a lesson in pleasure, and in getting him all hyped up compared to what he was now.

"Heh...you ever wonder how it felt to all the other troublemakers that I 'fixed,' Caleb?" he asked.

The Doberman froze.

"See, they probably all deserved what they got," he said, standing up and rooting through his pockets. "Not something that they particularly hated by the end of the day, but they pretty much all deserved it. And once they got past the initial freak-out, they were enjoying it so much that I doubt that they even remembered that they were saying no at one point. They were so busy feeling all the pleasure, all the bliss from getting fucked and used, that they didn't really care where they'd started.

"Well, whether you wondered or not, tonight, you're going to get a chance to find out just how that sort of intensity feels."

He pulled a condom from his pocket, flicking it between his fingers before unwrapping it. As he unrolled it, he reached down with his free hand and unzipped. The sound of it coming down went over the sound of the machine, and his cock popped out, already hard, already stiff and throbbing.

"See...you might not know this, but that venom I use on other people? It works through contact as much as it does through anything else. And tonight, I want to see how it works on you. Just a low dose. Nothing that'll break you. Just enough to make this night hell on earth for someone that thinks with his dick as much as you do.

"I'm going to take this...and I'm going to cum in it. And when I'm done, I'm going to let a little bit of venom fall in."

"MMPH!"

"And then, I'm going to put it on your cock, rub it in...and leave."

Caleb blinked, biting off moans. Or at least, trying to; that cock gag was going to do a good job getting his mouth used to the feeling of a dick down it. Even without the venom treating both his mouth and ass, they would both be well-accustomed to the feeling of a shaft against them by the time that morning rolled around.

The Komodo Dragon was already close; he doubted that he'd need to stroke for long to reach the point of no return. As he slid the condom down his cock, he stepped closer, letting Caleb get a good look at the long dick on the smaller reptile.

"See that? In a few days, you're going to be begging for this down your throat...up your ass...anything that I want just for the chance to get off," he whispered, stroking slowly, surely, gathering his fingers right up under the head as pre-cum flowed freely. "Heh. And that's just one part of your 'treatment.' Tonight, you're going to be screaming with need, all while your cock marinates in my cum. By morning, all that manhood, all that doggy man-scent that your species measures yourselves by? It'll be my scent, my musk on you...and you won't be able to ignore it."

The condom was snug, it was close to his cock, and it showed off everything as he got into a rhythm. Pulse, throb, pulse, throb; each stroke reminded him of the pleasure that came from truly breaking someone rather than just addicting them as he had been doing with the last few victims. Daniel was completely needy, and Marlon had become desperate for anal pleasure, but nothing quite matched the feeling of putting someone under his thrall and showing them where they truly belonged. Already, Caleb was staring, eyes wide in fear and his cock forced hard from the machine under him, trying and failing to keep his excitement from showing on his face. It was delicious...deliciously sexy...deliciously perfect.

He thrust his hips, showing off how big he was, and more, how productive he was already getting. Pre-cum stains were already running through the inside of the condom, showing through the rubber layers on all sides. He made sure to press his cock even closer to the Doberman's face, leaning in so much that his balls ground and pressed against the other man's muzzle.

That smell would be strong down there. Not just the smell of another man, but his smell, his scent, his thick rutting musk that was already probably pushing the idea of a better man down the other male's snout. Each breath would linger, and he knew -

Heh, yes, there it was. Though the power that broke people was mostly in his venom, there was enough in his pheromones to keep the dog's dick good and hard. He leaned closer still, one boot on the chair nudging the base of that shaft.

"Looks like you're enjoying the view." He chuckled. "No, you're not, but the toys, the scent...it all makes you look like it. Guarantee you that I could take a pic right now and you'd never be able to argue it."

It was tempting. More than tempting, as a matter of fact, considering that he had his phone in his pocket and he could send a snapshot off to Lawrence right then and there. The rabbit would probably appreciate being kept in the loop of what was happening, and might even envy what the Komodo Dragon was doing to his manager. It would be hot to show him off to Daniel and the other guys he knew, too, showing them what he could do.

That thought, though, was enough to convince him not to. They weren't all in the know of just how far he could go, and what he was willing to do to other people. They didn't need to find out. Not yet. Perhaps not ever.

So, he just stroked...and teased. He worked his condom-covered cock along the other man's face, alternating between grinding along his cheeks and bapping the tip against Caleb's forehead, taking his time to really hammer home just how much of a slut he was going to turn the other man into. He'd lean forward, balls over the Doberman's nose, making him take breath after breath of that scent, forcing it down his lungs, ensuring that each successive huff was that much stronger than the last.

Soon, he was close. He rested his hands on the dog's shoulders, pushing him down all the harder on the machine. Caleb groaned, shaking his head, trying to pull away as Karlos ground his balls against the other man's nose. Hump, thrust, hump, thrust, his cock laying over the other man's muzzle, tip resting between his eyes.

"Going to...show you...where you...belong!"

And with one final thrust, he went over the edge. He felt his balls drawing up, his cock spurting, the spreading heat of his seed through the condom. The familiar warmth was something that he hadn't felt for some time, but he remembered the last time that he had pulled something like this. It was going to be a mess, a humiliating, slimy mess for the other man, and that was just what he wanted it to be.

He dragged his hips back, taking his time to make sure that Caleb saw everything. The bubbling tip of the condom, the way that the seed had collected there and dangled forward, the sheer amount of Komodo Dragon cum that had been collected inside. It was all there for him to see.

"Mmm, and now...to add the final touch..."

He rolled the rubber off his cock, taking his time to make sure that it didn't get damaged on the way down. As soon as it slipped off, his shaft jumped, flinging a string of cum over the Doberman's brown-furred cheek. He chuckled.

"That's going to be a familiar look for you, soon enough. But first..."

He leaned his head to the side, opening his mouth wide. The first few strings of venom were already running from his teeth and the sides of his mouth, pooling behind his lips as he tilted his head further. It gathered then slowly dripped out of his mouth, falling in three long droplets into the white mess in the condom.

"Mmm...there we go..."

Squeezing it shut, he massaged the goo in, making sure to show off how the cum inside bubbled, even frothed from the interaction that the two fluids had. It became even messier looking, more clingy, and there were slime strands between the sides of the condom when he stretched it open again. The heady, musky scent from inside was getting all the more powerful, too, and both of them could clearly smell it.

"Let's see just how productive that cock of yours can get when it has the right motivation, hmm? I imagine that you'll be begging to get some attention by morning."

And considering that he had taken the week off from his real job, he imagined that there was going to be plenty of opportunities for him to take out all his frustration on the other man.

He knelt down between the Doberman's legs, rolling the condom against the shaft. Of course, Caleb tried to pull away, but there was no chance of that. He didn't have the leverage or the position to drag himself to freedom. All he could do was just wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, until -

Squelch.

"MMMMMPH!"

"Hehehe, there we go," he muttered, dragging the condom over the head, pulling it further and further down. "I guess you feel it already, huh? Oh, you're going to have a fun night if you're that sensitive to it..."

"MMMPH MMMMPH!"

The chair rattled, but the bolts held firm as the Doberman tried and failed to swing himself to the floor. Karlos just kept pulling it down until the condom rested snugly at the base of the seven-inch shaft, patting it gently as it started to throb and twitch. The head swelled, the urethra forced open by the pressure of the rubber around it, and he would just imagine some of the venom would start rolling down into the shaft during the night.

As the Doberman howled against the cock gag in his mouth, the Komodo Dragon got back to his feet. The whirring of the machine would be muffled to anyone that walked by during the day, probably shrugged off as just part of the air conditioning that ran between the different units. He smiled as he zipped up, shaking his head.

"You could have been a good man. Instead, you decided to be an asshole. Don't try and blame anyone but yourself for this one, Caleb; you're finally going to learn a little something about accountability."

"MMPH! MMPH!"

He left the naked Doberman in the storage unit, pulling the rolling door down and slapping the lock back on. Soon enough, the sound faded, leaving only the slight hint of the machine buzzing away. He chuckled to himself, sidling back into the car before the rain could drench him too much.

His phone buzzed, and he pulled it out again. A short .gif of Daniel fingering his ass waited for him, and he smiled, massaging his cock.

It still surprised him how different it was to have such a willing partner waiting on him, eager for him. It was one thing, after all, to break someone and leave them a drooling wreck, but it was something else to have someone that would send him pictures, videos, and hopes for something more. He didn't know how to handle that, entirely, save to enjoy it as much as he could for as long as he could.

After all, it wasn't like he would be keeping it forever. He doubted that Daniel would really want to be like that for good, even with the addiction. The whole thing balanced on the fact that the lion enjoyed being fucked, needed it, but what would happen when the addiction just didn't give the other man enough to stick around? What would happen when he had to face the reality that the white lion probably needed more, to be taken further, to a point where he would have to be broken down completely just to be satisfied?

Could he do that? Could he completely erase this happy little slut just to create another little fuck-puppet?

He wasn't sure that he could.

Shaking his head, the Komodo Dragon put the phone down. That was something to think about further down the line. For now, he had a dinner to get to, and a lion to enjoy.

The End

Summary: Karlos is able to unleash the part of himself that he normally keeps held back. Time to teach a Doberman a lesson.

Tags: M/M, Revenge, Doberman, Komodo Dragon, Venom, Height Difference, Bondage, Kidnapping, Rough, Nonconsensual, Gag, Machine, Drugs, Condom, Masturbation, Humiliation, Musk, Arousal, Forced Arousal, Series, Orgasm, Cum,