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How the Bouncer Entertains Himself

Part 11

For Limemas

By Draconicon

"Come on, can't you tell me - one sec, Sally."

Michael hid his irritation as he turned to the latest customer. Checking the bluebird's ID and making sure that he was properly of age, the crocodile waved the avian to the louder part of the room. The stage show was still running hot, the various dancers showing off for the crowd with broad grins on their faces and their hands barely hiding their tits as they moved from pole to pole. The scaly females were hot as ever, but he only had eyes for the female the boss had sent to deliver a message.

"Come on. You gotta give me more than that," he said, shaking his head as the iguana rolled her eyes. "Lawrence didn't give you a description or anything?"

"All I know is what he told me. There's a meeting sometime in the next few days, and we're supposed to make sure that it goes down without a hitch. Keep it low-key, don't cause trouble, and be subtle about shit."

"Hmmph. You going to talk to Karlos about that, too?"

"I don't have to."

"Yeah. I'll just bet," he muttered, shaking his head. "Boss is losing his mind, keeping that walking liability on staff."

"He's a good guy. And doesn't have to use his muscles to make a point. Even though he's got some good ones..."

Michael rolled his eyes. The crocodile knew that some of the women on staff had feelings for the other bouncer at 'Riding the Pole' (God knew why) but he'd hoped that Sally would leave that at the door. The other man was gay as the day was long, and there was no point pining after someone that would never give you the time of day. Or a good dicking.

I would, though. He hid his smirk as he looked the puffy-cheeked iguana over; she really had the sort of body that begged for a good dicking. Nice boobs, hefty ass, the sort of curves that could take a good pounding and keep on jiggling: that was the sort of girl that Sally was. Pity that she only really showed any interest in a guy that only wanted other men. I'd use you good and hard, and you'd thank me for it.

He shook his head, putting that fantasy in the back of his mind for later. He started to turn away only for Sally to grab him by the shoulder.

"Hey. Seriously. The boss wants no more tossing people around. No more roughhousing for the next week."

"And you think that'll keep things running? I'm half the reason this place is so peaceful."

"Just saying. You want to try and break it, it's your funeral."

"Lawrence won't get rid of me."

Sally just shrugged as she turned around. He looked at her ass as she walked off, shaking his head as he followed the slow way it made. God, that thing would have looked better riding his cock than it would have in those tight panties.

Maybe some flowers or something would make her change her mind, he thought. Never tried the romantic approach.

Then again, most of the other performers didn't need it. They liked someone that could stand up to Caleb, or to the various handsy clients in the strip club. Most of them looked at him like some sort of hero, and they were more than willing to 'reward' his efforts when it came down to it. It was almost like having an off-and-on harem of sorts, and they were usually keen to at least use their mouths for all he did for them. Some of them liked taking it even further, and the amount of tail he had at his fingertips was beyond what most of the frat-bros coming here could claim.

He usually didn't even mind the slight pining that most of them had for Karlos; hell, if the Komodo Dragon wanted to get his dick wet with the other girls - or hell, with some of the drunk guys - that would have been fine. It would have been fucking normal, for that matter. But the way that he did that creepy stalking, and rutting, and hell, raping some of the customers...

He still remembered peeking out into the alley and seeing a half-drunk boar on all fours, his eyes going all funny as the Komodo Dragon fucked his ass, only for the boar to pass back a whole stack of hundreds as if he was the one that needed to pay for it. The boar had come around six times after that before disappearing completely, and the sheer weirdness of it had stuck with the crocodile.

Whatever the hell he does, it's worse than me roughing someone up that's already started a fight. Whatever Lawrence says, it's worse than that.

The door rang, and another customer came in. The black bear was dressed in a run-down suit and he had a smirk on his face for the ladies on stage, and no attention for the crocodile. Michael cleared his throat, holding out his hand, and he had to repeat the gesture and sound twice to get the bear's attention.

"ID, sir?" he said.

"Yeah, yeah."

A wallet rather than just a card; must have been trying to impress someone. He glanced at the name - Saul - and double-checked the birth-date. Everything there checked out, and a couple of glances at the bear's eyes and other features confirmed that everything was good in terms of the details. Bit of a new card, but it checked out for the issue date.

"Alright, everything looks good. First time?" he asked.

"Heh, first time here. Usual rules?"

"No touching, even if you pay. You get too drunk, you leave. If any of the girls complain, you go."

"Strict."

"How we keep everyone happy, sir," he said, passing the card back. "Have a good night."

Saul nodded as he walked through the crowd, using his bulk to find his way to a table and taking a front-row seat to the stages. He seemed to be rather interested in Shia, the gila monster stripper that Michael had enjoyed for his own reasons in the past, and he forced himself to look back at the door rather than at the stage.

Business was business, after all. The girls had to make a living, and it wasn't like he had a relationship with any of them. Lots of fondness, though, particularly for their slippery insides.

The crocodile let his mind drift, though he made sure that some part of him was keeping enough attention on the stage and the customers to interfere if something went wrong. He was used to that, though. Multi-tasking had never been particularly difficult for him, and today was no exception.

Things had changed at the club ever since Caleb took that little 'trip' with Karlos. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of the Doberman, and while he was grateful that the asshole wasn't micromanaging him anymore, he didn't know what had happened between his fellow bouncer and the manager. All he knew was that the floor didn't have a real manager anymore, and that meant that he and the other employees had to work out what needed to happen between them. The Doberman had gone from being the manager from hell to being nothing but a numbers man, and that meant that things occasionally got a little...confused.

Not to any extreme degree, so far, but it was something that they needed to keep an eye on. Might need a new manager, too.

Karlos, did you pull that shit on your own? Or...

The idea that Lawrence might have ordered it had been a consideration for a while, but it didn't feel possible. There was no way that the rabbit would have pulled the trigger on one of his own employees getting butt-fucked and raped by the other bouncer, would he?

He doesn't have the guts. He's too afraid to actually order something like that. Someone broke him; he wouldn't have the balls to actually make it happen to someone else...

But if Lawrence hadn't ordered it to happen, then what had happened between those two? Had Karlos just had enough and gone after the Doberman without orders, or had something else gone down between them?

And if the former...how long before Karlos started going after everyone else that pissed him off?

Probably should call the police or something. Tell them what's going on. Let them know what sort of psycho we're dealing with...

So far, the only reason he hadn't was because Lawrence believed that the Komodo Dragon could be useful and - more to the point - Karlos hadn't done anything to the other staff members. The girls were safe, and he wasn't about to try anything with the crocodile. Caleb was borderline, but still one of the guys, and...

And he didn't know enough of the situation, and that worried him.

The crocodile perked his head up as he heard a soft yelp. Shia had left the stage, and that usually meant that she was going for her dressing room, but this time -

"Oh, hell no..."

Saul had his black-furred paw right on the gila monster's ass, and was slowly guiding her towards the back rooms. He had made it fucking clear that there was no touching the girls even if you paid for it, and that wasn't a rule that he let anyone break.

The crocodile tapped the lock button for the doors, making sure that nobody would sneak in while he was dealing with the asshat across the room, and strode forward. A height of six-foot-six and very broad shoulders meant that he could just wade right through the crowd without having to worry about who was in his way, and it didn't take long to put his hand on the bear's shoulder. They were right at the edge of the crowd, still in earshot and visible, but not part of the main mass of it.

"What did I say about touching the girls?" he asked, a low growl in his throat.

"Oh, come on. I paid for a lap dance; I can fondle her ass a bit on the way there."

"Maybe you didn't hear me."

"Oh?" Saul looked over his shoulder, the shorter bear smirking. "What are you going to do? Throw me -"

Crack.

It was a simple punch, little more than a quick jab meant to discombobulate the bear and keep him from saying anything more stupid than he already had. It hit him right on the chin, sending him stumbling backwards into the wall, and he slumped against it, cradling his face.

"What...what the...fuck?"

"You're out of here. Now."

"You - you son of a - do you know who I am?"

Michael shrugged. That line had been used a few hundred times with him. Everyone that came to the club loved to claim that they were some sort of big shot. Usually in front of a dancer that wasn't giving them more than a show, but often with him when he had to call them on it. The crocodile reached out to pull the bear to his feet, only to get his hand slapped away.

"Don't touch me. I swear, when I'm done telling your boss -"

"As if you're getting the chance. Come here."

He grabbed Saul by the shoulder again, pulled him close, and saw the punch coming before it started. He sighed. It was going to be one of those days.

#

He, Karlos, and Shia were called to Lawrence's office after the police were, thankfully, dismissed from the club after the scuffle. It was hardly more than a simple back and forth, something that Michael had done a dozen times without consequences, but this time, it had apparently crossed a line. The brown-furred rabbit that owned the club shook his head as Shia related the events that had led to the police being called.

"And that's about it. Michael tried to enforce the rules, the bear was an asshole, and started a fight."

"...Thank you," the rabbit said, sighing. "You...you can go."

As the big-bottomed gila monster walked out, the rabbit looked up at met his eyes. Michael rolled his own as his boss clearly tried to look all forceful, but came across as nothing more than fearfully annoyed.

"I know...I know Sally...told you the rules -"

"Sally told me what you wanted." Michael shrugged. "I was doing what I was supposed to."

"You - you managed to...to make the one person...you shouldn't...very angry."

"What, you?"

"No. Victor."

He raised an eyebrow. Despite just being a bouncer, he knew that name. Victor was the only other man with any significant stake in the same 'entertainment' business as them, and -

"...Ah, shit."

"Saul was...his representative. He'd called ahead...cleared things. Shia was willing."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"He called it in...while in line."

"Bullshit."

"Nope, that pretty much checks out," Karlos said, shrugging as Michael whipped his head around. "That's how these assholes work. They wait to see the merchandise, and then they pick what they want."

"You couldn't have told me?"

"I had someone...coming to tell you. But you...you had to...do what you do," Lawrence said, shaking his head. "Karlos. Why didn't you -"

"I didn't know it was happening. That's my bad; I should have been paying attention to the front."

"What were...it doesn't matter. Later."

"So, what now?" Michael asked. "Victor need me to apologize or something?"

"Going to need to be bigger than an apology after you beat the crap out of his rep," Karlos muttered, shaking his head. "And it's going to need to be public too, to make sure that he knows we mean it."

"Yes...yes, it is."

"Well, what the fuck does that mean?" the crocodile asked. "We're letting him get away with shit, and now I have to apologize - okay, okay, I get it. I'll do it, but what the hell do I gotta do?"

"..."

"What? Why are you looking at -"

It clicked. Michael looked back at Karlos, then back at Lawrence. His eyes went wide.

"Oh, no, no, no, no. No, you are not pulling this with me. You are not letting this asshat do whatever the fuck he does to others to me. You know how much I've put in for the club? The hell are you -"

"Can you do...better...than Caleb?" Lawrence asked.

"You made him - you son of a bitch."

"I figured out how to do it better," Karlos said, almost as if Michael hadn't talked at all. "But it'll be potent. And he'll be out of it for at least three days."

"Do it."

"You touch me, and I'll punch you right through the door," Michael said.

"I'd like to see you try."

So he did.

The punch soared over the Komodo Dragon's head, and an answering punch came in just under his arm. Michael turned to take it on a rib rather than to his armpit, and brought his other hand in. He managed a glancing blow across the Komodo Dragon's cheek, but took a harder kick against his inner thigh.

As he tumbled back, the fight sped up, a trio of exchanged punches before another kick caught him behind the knee. He tumbled down, reacted too slow to stop a grab to his neck, and got thrown against the far side of the room.

Slamming against the wall and more than slightly dizzy, he groaned. Karlos walked over and stood on his thigh, looming over him for the first time in their paired professional careers.

"Listen to me; you fight this, and it's going to be a lot harder. You go with it, and I don't have to push so much of this in you."

"Son of a bitch...you wanted to do this."

"Too right. But the boss wants you to stay 'you.' If you don't want to get fucked up for even longer...let me do my job."

Michael groaned. The sudden impact against the wall had left him dizzier than he thought, and his arms didn't want to obey as the Komodo Dragon reached down and ripped his pants open, exposing the slit waiting between them. He tried to close his legs, but Karlos just stood on them, forcing them further apart as he hocked and pulled at something in the back of his throat.

"Don't you...don't you fucking..."

Time seemed to slow, and a droplet, falling as if in slow motion, descended to the space between the crocodile's legs. It was warm, almost hot for a split second against his slit, and then dribbled in.

"Hssss!"

He gasped, hissing through clenched teeth as the drugged spittle worked through his slit. He arched his back against the wall behind him, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as his cock started throbbing, pulsing, feeling so hot that it was like his blood had turned to fire as the venom worked its way into his system. And yet, as he thrust forward, his hips lifting off the ground and his cock rising from his slit, he wanted to scream. It felt good, too good, painfully good, and it was only stiffening.

"NNNGH!"

"W-what's going on?!" Lawrence shouted.

"Give him a second. It's the first hit."

Barely able to hear his asshole of a coworker and his boss in the background, the crocodile flopped out on the floor, his belly to the ground as his cock kept growing from his slit. Out, out, out, inch by inch it went, leaving him hissing through clenched teeth. His cock was not only sensitive, but begging for pleasure. His entire world dissolved, shrinking in between his legs, making him hyper-aware of the wet inner walls of his slit pushing his cock out and the throbbing nature of his shaft itself. So hard, so fucking hard.

"Nnngh...nnngh..."

He tried to thrust and immediately regretted it. The carpeted floor wasn't rough, but it came close, and it ached against his cock as he ground himself into it. His eyes rolled back in their sockets again as he rolled onto his sides, feeling the pulsing -

"Fuck...fuck..."

So good. So damn good as he felt the inner walls of his slit clenching down on the base of his cock. It was like that time he'd had one of the girls shoving her ass down to the base of his cock and feeling it clenching around him, rippling all up and down his shaft with eagerness. The milking feeling, the intense need that her hole had had, was what his slit felt like at that point. As if he was getting milked by his own body.

Michael clenched his jaw to the point where it hurt, and he looked down at his cock. It was so hard, and he could see veins and more popping along the side to show just how much harder than usual it was. And -

"Nnnngah!"

Michael couldn't keep the gasps and whimpers from escaping him as he rolled onto his back, his hips twitching and thrusting his blatant erection into the air. It wasn't as bad now, not now that it was out of his slit, but the insides...oh, the insides needed something. He didn't know what, but it was too good. Even rolling his hips made him all too aware of the sensitivity along the inner walls, the places where the base of his cock was anchored in place, and all the other little things that happened in there.

So good.

Too good.

Painful good.

But...it was slowly getting better. His cock felt like it might never go down, but it wasn't the most sensitive spot. No, no, that was inside his slit. And as long as he stayed very, very still, he could control that. He could focus through it. The crocodile slowly lowered his hips, hissing as he did, and eventually managed to get his ass back on the ground.

Karlos was looking down at him the whole time, and he glared up at the smaller reptile. It was tempting to spit at him, but he managed to just barely hold himself back from it.

"What...the fuck..."

"You're gonna dance," Karlos said.

"I'm...I'm...what?!"

"Dance. Pretty simple, when you think about it," the Komodo Dragon said with a half-smile. "Not for any of the usual customers; they're not interested in someone waving their dick around, but I know a few. And so does Victor, considering the people that he caters to."

"You...you little..."

"Either you put on a performance for them, and get some of the goodwill back, or..." Karlos looked over his shoulder. "How bad is it?"

"Bad," Lawrence said. "Bad enough...that if it goes...you might as well...look for new jobs."

Michael groaned, and not just because his balls were aching with a need to spray some relief all over the room. Nor from the way that his inner walls were spasming as if they were a fuckable hole just waiting for something to slide in, though that was bad enough. And distracting enough.

Someone sliding over me, their cock between my thighs, that grinding heat against my slit -

The crocodile hissed and pushed that mental image out of his brain, shaking his head as rapidly as he could as if that would be enough to get rid of it completely. As he fought to catch his breath, he reached back to the wall, using it as support to slowly drag himself back to his feet.

Lose my job...or dance...

Practically, there was nothing that he could do about it. A dance would be humiliating, he knew that much, and he knew that Victor and his representatives would make it humiliating to get back at him. But compared to losing his job, that was nothing. He could take some humiliation. All he had to do...all he had to do was go on stage and...and...

"Just...one problem," he managed to hiss through clenched teeth as his cock bobbed up and down, spasming from the pleasure that came every time he twisted his hips or adjusted his position. "I don't know...I don't know how to dance for someone. Not like that."

"That I can help you with." Karlos chuckled. "Hey, Lawrence. Where'd we put the egg vibrator?"

#

Standing backstage in one of the bigger VIP rooms was not an unfamiliar experience. Working as the bouncer and one of the security staff as he did, Michael had stayed backstage for most of the new females on their first few dances just in case things went wrong. They tended to feel safer when they knew that there was someone there waiting to spring into action if things got out of hand with the males they worked with.

This time, however, he was the one back there...and he was naked. Naked, hard, and with a Komodo Dragon between his legs, nudging his slit with a vibrator egg that was nearly the size of two of his fingers.

"Nnngh...hsss. Careful," he whispered.

"You're the one that needs encouragement. It's not my fault that you're too shy to do this without some -"

"Your fucking venom, asshole."

"After you broke the rules. Heh. Gotta say, though. Nice cock."

"Shut...the fuck...u-up!"

He had to cover his snout as he felt the egg finally push into his slit. The lips of his scaly vent parted, allowing the egg in up to the widest point. It took everything Michael had not to scream as he looked through the gap in the curtain.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, they're going to see everything...

That was the point, the more rational part of his brain thought. They were supposed to see everything. If they didn't see enough, then the deal would be off, he'd be out of a job, and they'd all be looking for new employment with no skills and a great deal of blacklisting. He'd made the fucking mistake and now he had to pay for it.

He just wished he could pay cash -

"MMMPH!"

He barely managed to muffle the new moan behind his hand as the egg went deeper, passing under his cock and lodging right against the base. He could feel every detail of the goddamn thing, from the metal ends to the ring around the middle that let it shrink and contract on command from the remote control. It wasn't that big, but considering what the venom had done to him, it was big enough.

"Nngh...ah...ah..."

"That should do it. With how sensitive you are, they won't care how bad a dancer they see. All that matters is you looking hot."

"Nnngh...you...you..."

"Careful. Boss said that I can double-dose you if you make it worse."

Fuck. If it was this sensitive with just one dose, how bad would it be if he had to take a second one? Would he be able to stand up? Would he ever go soft? The very idea of a perpetual boner would have been exciting as hell to his teenage self, but the thought now just felt like something horrendous.

"...Fine."

"That's what Lawrence wants to hear," Karlos said, pulling the remote control from his waist. "Alright. You get out there and I'll keep buzzing you. Just don't stop moving, and if they tell you to do something? Do it."

"No touching rules."

"Uh-uh."

"...What?"

"The rules are suspended," the Komodo Dragon said. "So if he tells you to start shaking your ass and letting him spank it, you do it. He tells you to back it up and let him play with your pucker, you spread your cheeks for him. And if he wants you to suck his dick -"

"No way Lawrence is allowing this."

"You think that he won't let it happen?"

That was the thing. Michael didn't know any such thing. All he knew was that he had burned several bridges with his treatment of Saul, and he didn't have the protection that he used to. He might actually be a blowjob bitch for the evening if he pushed his -

"Let's test it out."

"W-wait, don't you -"

The crocodile almost swallowed his fist as the egg went live, the vibrations spreading through his slit with a speed and ferocity that completely took him by surprise. His legs buckled and he hit the ground hard, his eyes rolling back and his cock jumping, spitting, shooting across the floor and staining the stage with ropes of white. His entire body shook as the pleasure kept on rolling, the vibrator egg keeping him on edge and pushing him over it again and again and again.

It kept going for...he wasn't sure how long, but long enough that his balls ached afterward. The buzzing faded, and he realized that he'd fallen to all fours before it was done. His breath caught in his throat, his long snout open and his tongue twitching. Michael slowly lifted his head, glaring at the Komodo Dragon.

"What...the fuck...was that for?" he growled.

"Needed to see how well you could take it. Good thing we did; that was barely 40%."

The idea of taking anything close to 100% was enough to send a shiver down his spine, but he knew it would happen. Karlos was just enough of an asshole to do it as a show-stopper, and much as he hated to admit it, it would be an effective one. He'd just cum harder than he'd ever had in his life, and -

He bit off a whimper as an aftershock of pleasure left his slit walls clamping down on the egg. His cock jumped, all but streaming pre-cum down the length of it as he balled his hands into fists. Fuck, it felt good.

"You ready to dance?" Karlos asked, nodding to the curtains. "Saul and the others are already waiting."

"Nnngh..." Michael shook as he forced himself to his feet. "I'm...fuck, I'm as ready as I'm going to be. Let's get this mess over and done with."

The crocodile stepped forward through the curtain, finding himself on the circular platform that all the strippers had used to put on their shows in the back rooms. All around him on a curved couch were Saul and his hangers-on, various bears and other broad, masculine mammals that had come to see the show. The smirk on the black bear's face was all the more punchable in his mind, and he had to restrain himself from leaping down to deliver that blow right then and there.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Saul said. "Start shaking that tail. I wanna see how much you're packing."

"Yes, sir," he muttered.

Michael started swaying his hips from side to side, bringing his hands up his sides and pressing them to the back of his head. The egg under his cock left him hissing hard just from the sensitivity down there, but it wasn't quite enough to make his legs buckle. Did have him hissing and panting, dripping and oozing, however, and his cock was throbbing harder still.

"Yeah, that's what I want to see. A hot piece of meat there; if that rabbit ever lets you go, I bet you anything that Victor would snap you right up," Saul said.

"Mmmph...this meat's for females only," Michael muttered.

"Yeah? Come here."

He hesitated. It was for no more than a half-second, but it was enough for Karlos to press the button. The vibe went off, and hard, nearly taking him off his feet once more. Gritting his teeth, the crocodile stumbled toward the edge of the stage, his cock wobbling from side to side the whole way.

As soon as he was in reach, the black bear grabbed him by the dick, squeezing just behind the head and giving it two firm tugs. He groaned, his hips bucking forward despite himself.

"Looks like it likes a guy's touch just fine," Saul said.

"Nnn-NNNGH!"

Another blast of vibrations hit just as Saul started stroking from the head to the base. Michael couldn't hold back the moan that came with it, nor could he keep from thrusting against the bear's grip. It felt good, great, amazing, and he was left a whimpering mess as the black bear pulled his hand back. The palm was slimed with pre-cum, and he was left shivering, his legs shaking as he pulled back a few paces.

Damn...damn, damn, damn.

"Go on. Keep dancing for us. Shake that ass...flex that cock...show off how sexy a guy can look..."

He turned slowly, bringing his dick out of view. He could just barely see Karlos standing behind the curtain, and the Komodo Dragon looked back at him with a face that was a mix of sympathy, encouragement, and a lust that sent the wrong kind of shivers down his spine. He didn't know what he was going to do -

Bzzzz.

"Nnnngh..."

"Shake that ass, crocodile. Lemme see how it looks..."

The End

Summary: Michael makes a mistake and has to pay a rather embarrassing price for it.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Venom, Arousal, Aphrodisiacs, Crocodile, Black Bear, Komodo Dragon, Rabbit, Series, Erection, Slit, Dancing, Naked, Vibrator, Forced Orgasm, Cum, Orgasm,