[b][u][center]The Cum-Beer Waiter
Part 1
For Drackonthanri
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



Drackonthanri hadn’t had much luck with his adult life so far. Standing eight-foot-two should have been one of those qualities that attracted the attention of people wanting bodyguards or security staff, but no such luck awaited the gray-scaled, black-winged dragon. Despite his muscles and his bulk alike, the most that he had been able to get was the job of a waiter at a bar, and not one of the high-end bars, either.

“Beer for table six,” the bartender said, putting the steel-rimmed, imitation-wood mug on the tray. “And make sure that you get it out quick.”

“Yeah, on it,” Drackonthanri muttered.

“I mean it. No holding back. Or the boss will be on you again.”

Considering the last time that the Wargreymon had hit the bar floor and chewed one of the other waiters out for being slow with order deliveries, he had a good idea of how that would go: badly. The boss was the only one in the establishment as tall as him, and he had much, much bigger muscles. The idea of getting into a scrap with him didn’t appeal in the slightest.

Shaking his head, he turned back to the bar at large. Despite the faux-wood walls and the neon signs hanging over the room, the imitation of the old days was barely convincing. Here and there, the old steel walls of the establishment reflected the light too brightly, and the emitters under the tables that cleaned up the mess and kept it from getting too bad – and eliminated the need for cleaning staff – were always active. He shook his head, adjusting his bow-tie and briefs, and stepped into the fray.

The various circular tables that dotted the main floor were only half-occupied tonight. They were never particularly busy, considering the fact that the average customer had many places to choose their booze, and most of them had better luck finding the stuff they liked in other establishments. However, they had a few loyal customers, some regulars that liked the cheap booze and the other waiters – like him – that wandered around in such skimpy attire. Some of them even reached out and slapped his ass, though he’d give them a playful fist in the face in return.

It was all taken in good fun. Most of them knew that it was better not to get too handsy with the employees, and those that didn’t learned quick enough. There were only a few of them that actually went past allowing the occasional touch, and they weren’t on shift today.

So, table six. He went up on tiptoe for a moment, panning his eyes over the table until –

“’Ey, Drackon!”

A familiar grey-furred tiger waved at him from his assigned table, and despite himself, Drackonthanri smiled. It was not often that he got to see Loud out here. Not Loudmouth, not Louder, just Loud, a tiger that had been by his place more than once and who occasionally dabbled in some other activities with the dragon. Trust him to come by to wet his whistle while he was on shift.

Shaking his head as he approached, the dragon pulled the beer off the tray and set it down on the table. No sooner had he set it down than Loud – in all his half-drunk, five-foot-four glory – leaned up and grabbed him by the bow-tie, teasingly pulling on it and shaking his head.

“What’s this here? Some sort of stupid little decoration for someone to unwrap?”

“Just part of the uniform. And one of the only parts of it, so if you don’t mind letting go before you break it and make me have to replace it?”

Loud chuckled, taking the mug and putting it in front of him. He looked into it, rooted through his pocket for some sort of change for a tip, only to pause as if an idea had suddenly come to him. Drackonthanri groaned as soon as he saw the gleam in the cat’s eyes as he looked up.

“What are you planning this time?” he asked before the tiger could even make his case.

“What? I’m just thinking, it could be a little fun to have a ‘special drink.’”

“I know that look. There’s no way that you’re getting something like that while I’m still on shift. That’d be breaking a whole host of rules, and I need this job a lot more than you need that sort of drink.”

“I’ll pay you.”

“Not worth it.”

“I’ll give you triple what you’d get from the boss for an hour.”

“Still not worth it.”

“Quadruple, and I’m not even going to tease you about it when you bring it back. Come on, you know that it’ll be fun.”

“…You know, for a top, you spend a lot of time asking for ‘cream’ to drink.”

“Heh, what can I say? I like to get something different from time to time,” Loud said, shrugging as he looked down at his beer. “Now, am I going to get it straight from the tap, or are you going to pussy out?”

“…Give me a few minutes.”

“Take ten. I’m not in a hurry.”

Of course the cat wasn’t. The dragon shook his head as he hustled back across the bar floor, passing the bartender on the way to the back room.

“Where –”

“Checking inventory,” he lied, shutting the door as he walked out of sight and sliding the deadbolt into place. He shook his head, pulling one of the mugs off the shelves and huffing as he pulled his briefs down. “I can’t believe that I’m doing this.”

Yes, he could. There was a money shortage for the month, and he needed every tip, every hour, everything that he could get his hands on to make up the difference to avoid getting kicked out of his apartment this month. If he didn’t get some sort of relief, he was royally fucked, and he didn’t know what he was going to do to keep the place when he couldn’t get another job at the moment.

So, if Loud wanted to get a cup full of dragon cum that was mixed with some of the cheapest beer in the joint and pay top dollar for it, that was on him. Drackonthanri was just going to have to hope that nobody came to the back room while he was working on getting himself all riled up for the job.

He pushed his fingers against his groin, rubbing at the sheath for his twin cocks. His four testicles hung low without the support of the fabric, something that he was focusing on and using to help excite himself for the task ahead. He groaned as his cocks started rising, pushing out and forward, a brief drop from their sheer weight following before they slowly began to rise up and fill his hands. He groaned under his breath again once they were firm enough to start stroking, pulling them together with one hand and jerking them good and hard.

[i]Focus…focus…[/i]

Speed was of the essence. With all four balls swinging between his legs, swaying forward and back by turns, he forced his thoughts back to the pleasurable feeling of being in bed with some proper porn on the screen, or the few times that Loud had come over and wanted that cum properly. The cat gave decent blowjobs, sometimes, though never anything to really write home about.

“Mmmph…ah…”

The sheer size of his cocks meant that they were a little on the unwieldy side, but he was able to keep them pressed together as he stroked away, forcing the heads of his shafts into the mug with his other hand. The pre-cum oozing out wasn’t going to be enough to fill them, but he knew from experience that the orgasm would be. That was just the way that his body worked.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, each pull forcing his dicks together and grinding them on one another as much as they were pressed against the mug and his hand. He fought the urge to thrust away, knowing that it would only distract him and make it take longer. The slippery feeling of pre-cum between his fingers let his hand work fast enough, anyway, and he hissed through his fangs as he fought the pleasure that was rising up. Not to keep it from getting too strong, but to keep from making too many sounds.

“Ah…mmmph…”

He moaned under his breath as he worked his cock harder, faster, coming within a hair’s breadth of humping his hand as he kept working it into the mug. In, out, in, out, forcing his fingers down the throbbing lengths, feeling tip rubbing against tip, knowing that his balls were so full already. They were churning away, and he could feel the weight as they swung beneath him, tempting him with how it would feel if he had someone else bent over in front of him rather than just stroking himself for the pleasure of a customer.

“Almost…there…”

Drackonthanri huffed under his breath, his jaw aching as he kept the moans deep inside rather than letting them free. Forward, back, forward, back, each time feeling his balls swaying with him. He was all but fucking the cup and fucking his hand despite his best intentions, and his orgasm –

“Mmmph…MMPH!”

He came, and the dragon had to lean back against the wall as he felt the blast of pleasure hit him, nearly taking him to his knees in the process. He groaned, taking his hand from his cock and covering his snout to keep it closed, and forced himself to look down as he watched his cocks pulsing, throbbing, shooting into the mug.

A layer of white lay over the clear pre-cum that had filled the bottom of the cup, the seed rising higher and higher until it reached a point of filling it just under halfway. A little bit of a light orgasm, all things considered, but he’d had to hurry it, and he’d been rather busy that week, anyway.

[i]Loud will have to work with that,[/i] he thought, pulling one of the spigots for the beer barrels. He held the mug beneath it, letting it fill the rest of the way. To anyone else, it would have looked a bit of a sickly color with the white seed and the yellow beer mixing together, but he supposed that was just the sort of thing that people came to the bar for. They weren’t coming here for quality, that was for damn sure.

Tucking his cocks away, he let them rest for a minute. Just as soon as they were soft enough to hide to some degree, he pulled the deadbolt and hurried back out again.

He barely avoided running right into the boss. The Wargreymon that ran the bar was standing there, his war helmet and loincloth on, but little else. He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, and he looked down with an eyebrow raised.

“What were you doing back there?” he rumbled.

“Customer wanted some special drink, and I needed to check if we had it.”

“…And did we?”

“Yup, got it right here.”

“…Well, go on then,” the boss said, nodding toward the cluster of tables.

Drackonthanri nodded, hurrying past the yellow-scaled behemoth of a man, shaking his head as he hurried along toward Loud and the payment that was waiting for him.

Frankly, he had been lucky that the boss hadn’t smelled the musk coming off the cup. There was a distinct scent to it that had nothing to do with beer, and he doubted that anyone would ever mistake it for something like that. He rapidly shook his head as he hustled between the tables, huffing under his breath as he finally found Loud again.

“There you are. What took you so long?” the tiger asked, his vest half-open and showing more of his pecs. “Get a little caught up in a fantasy?”

“Boss almost saw me,” he muttered. “You got lucky.”

“Damn. Well, least I got the special drink.” Loud chuckled, taking the new mug and pushing the other one back. “Time to savor it.”

“Money first,” Drackonthanri said.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s in the other mug.”

“Thanks a [i]lot.[/i]”

Shaking his head, he upended the otherwise empty mug onto the tray. The coins spilled out, clinking away as they did, and he just forced himself to be content with that as he stood up and began the walk back to the bar, the bartender, and his boss.

Yet, even as he turned his back on the tiger, he could smell something in the air. It was a thick, heavy warmth that he recognized almost immediately. The smell coming off the cup that he’d left with Loud was already getting stronger, and he bit his lips as he hoped that – no, the boss was sniffing the air, and he had a knowing expression on his face almost immediately.

[i]Damn it…[/i]

The yellow-scaled man curled his finger, a simple gesture for Drackonthanri to follow, and after a momentary curse under his breath, he did as he was told, following the boss toward the back rooms. They passed the room with all the barrels of beer and went back to the hallway leading to the boss’s office. Surrounded by steel walls and small glass windows that made no pretense to be anything but what they were, Drackonthanri shook his head as he was cornered by the other male.

“Wanna tell me why you were jerking off on the job?” Wargreymon asked.

“…Money.”

“How much?”

“Quadruple pay for the cup.” Drackonthanri shook his head. “I know, I know, it’s dumb. I need the money for rent this month, though. And it’s not like it hurts anyone.”

“If anyone found out that you were fucking with the booze, they could throw a fit. They could get me shut down, and that’d be the end of what money you got, wouldn’t it?”

“…I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“Don’t be sorry. Just don’t do it again,” Wargreymon said, shaking his head. “Now, let’s – what the hell is that racket?”

[i]I have a bad idea I know exactly what it is,[/i] Drackonthanri thought, stepping out of the way as the boss walked around him to look back at the main room.

Drackonthanri wasn’t surprised to see that the various customers in the bar had already turned from their own drinks and converged on Loud’s table. The tiger hadn’t exactly been surreptitious about how much he was loving his drink, and it had got the attention of everyone around him. Then, well…

The smell was thick enough that he was sure that he could almost taste it in his own mouth, and while that was mostly because he was aware of what he’d done and he had his own stronger sense of smell to back it up, dragon musk [i]was[/i] rather fragrant, and there was no easy hiding it when it was in the area. He rubbed the back of his neck as he saw others fighting with Loud to have a taste of the ‘special drink,’ and some were starting to call to the bartender for a drink of it for their own.

It wasn’t too surprising; there were various special qualities to dragon cum. Aphrodisiacs were the smallest factor there; there were other things, like mood boosters and dopamine boosters, to start, and various random effects that were based on those that consumed it and their body chemistry. He sighed.

“I’m fired, aren’t I?”

“Does that happen every time?” the boss asked.

“Well…a lot of the time, yeah. There’s not much that I can do about it.”

“Huh.”

“…Sir?”

“Drackonthanri, I want you to take the week off. Go home, take some time to rest, and I’ll take care of the rest of it. Full pay.”

“I –”

“And no jerking off for the week. Come back next week, when I call you. I have something to look into.”

#

Drackonthanri spent the entire week wondering if he was going to get fired. Every day, he had the low-level anxiety that the boss was going to call him and say that he could come in and get his last paycheck, and every day passed and it didn’t happen. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was getting paid for every day that he spent on ‘break,’ he might have been more concerned, but as it was, he was mostly in limbo.

By the fifth day, the bigger issue was just avoiding getting off. More than once, Loud offered to come over and help ‘ease some stress,’ but the dragon was keeping to the boss’s orders. Considering that he was already on thin ice, he didn’t want to screw with anything, but the urge to get off was getting more and more difficult to ignore, and he didn’t know how long that he could have held out if the week got extended.

Thankfully, it did not. The boss called on the morning of the seventh day and told him to come in just past noon. Drackonthanri was there right on the dot, and the yellow-scaled Wargreymon was there to meet him at the door.

“Good, you’re right on time. Come on; I have a whole new plan for getting people to come in.”

“Does this involve –”

“Back room.”

There was nobody in the bar for lunch. There never was. The only one still on duty was the bartender cleaning up the space behind the bar, and he barely looked up as they hustled past. Drackonthanri didn’t know what was going through the boss’s head, but as it seemed that he wasn’t in trouble, he didn’t want to question it. He just followed along, following the boss to the back room with the barrels and spigots, and –

“What…the…fuck?” Drackonthanri muttered as he caught sight of the latest contraption in the back room. “What is that thing?”

“[i]That[/i] is what we’re going to be using to put butts in the seats,” Wargreymon said, nodding at it. “And you’re going to be part of that.”

He could hardly believe what he was looking at. The contraption had two parts; the first involved a tube that could be connected to any of the beer barrels in the room, waiting to siphon the alcoholic beverage into the tank that was waiting on the other end. The other part consisted of a portal belt that waited on a chair, and which was connected to the other glowing ring inside the plastic tank.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. You’re going to be part of the production from now on, Drackonthanri. And you’re going to be bringing a lot of business into the bar with all that, if what I saw last week was any indication.”

“That’s…that’s going to be hard to keep up with.”

“I’ll get staff to help out with getting you off. That’ll make sure that you keep producing, right?”

“I…well, yes, but that’s not the sort of job that I signed up for. And I still need to keep earning tips –”

“Your pay is double what it was. Effective immediately.”

Drackonthanri blinked. Of all the things that he had expected to be greeted with on coming back to work, a doubling of his pay rate was not what he’d had in mind. He opened his mouth, closed it again, then looked back at the portal belt.

“Well…getting paid double to just…cum my brains out, huh?” He shook his head, chuckling. “Well, I’ve been offered some much worse deals. I…thanks, boss. I didn’t think that anyone would actually…”

“Hey. We’ve all been there. You need money, and I need customers. If you can get those customers coming through the door, I’ll pay whatever it takes to keep you working here. That’s a promise.”

“Right…but…uh, how are we going to make sure that I keep going?”

“Two things.” Wargreymon pointed to a few new cans that were laid beside the stool and the belt. “First, some new drinks. Boosters, specially tailored to dragons. Should be enough to amp up your production, and then some. Shouldn’t be running dry with those balls of yours anytime soon.

“Second, I decided that we’d make sure use of that troublemaker that was running around and starting this whole mess.”

Thump, thump.

“Speaking of which.”

Drackonthanri shook his head in disbelief. Well, this was going to be a much more interesting work-shift, that was for sure.

As the boss turned around, clearly going to inform the tiger what was going to happen during the day, Drackonthanri focused his attention on the portal belt. It was clearly meant to be worn in a way similar to a jockstrap, and it had a number of different pieces to it. There were spaces for two cocks, as he expected for himself, but considering the boss had access to his personnel files, he wasn’t altogether surprised to see an opening at the bottom and between the legs for his pussy.

[i]Herm life is a thing,[/i] he thought, taking off his clothes and delicately folding them up. He set them off to the side as he picked up the belt, shaking his head as he slowly stuck his legs into the frame that connected the various portal bits. It was just a little snug as he pulled it past his thighs, but it fit around his waist well enough.

He shook his head, adjusting the front plates to make sure that they were situated directly over where his cocks rested. It took some finagling to get them to actually slot through while soft, but they fitted into the holes with ease. No portal effects just yet, but he imagined that was waiting for the machine to actually turn on.

Drackonthanri glanced back at the container. The clear thing was not yet powered on, but he blushed at the thought of that [i]thing[/i] holding his cock and just letting it dribble its chemical payload into drink after drink. There wouldn’t be a sober customer in the bar tonight once those things started going on, and he imagined that the whole place would be a great deal rowdier than usual.

“Wow, that’s actually – turn around. Let me see.”

Loud had finally been briefed, then. The dragon turned around, putting his hands on his hips with a small smile. Despite the fact that he was still just a trifle shocked and embarrassed that he was doing this in the first place, he could model himself with a great deal of confidence. He turned, letting his cocks sway, his balls droop, and he could feel just a hint of pleasure behind his sac as the metal frame ground against the edges of his more feminine parts.

The tiger whistled, stepping closer and running his hands over the pair of dicks. Just that gentle touch was enough to get both of them starting to rise, and he groaned, feeling the sheer weight of his balls after a week of chastity. He shook his head.

“Not yet. Let’s get the portals on first. Don’t want to waste any of the cum, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah. How do we –”

“Like this, boys,” Wargreymon said.

Wargreymon pressed a button on a remote that he’d pulled from his pocket, and a metal plate slid over the base of the upper cock. Rather than cutting off the shaft, however, it only provided a barrier of light and metal over his groin…and left his cock hanging down inside the transparent container.

“…Oh, that’s strange,” Drackonthanri said, shivering. “That’s [i]really[/i] strange.”

“It’s going to get stranger once you start cumming. I’m going to keep an eye on things out there. Loud, you know what to do.”

“Oh, I do. I [i]do.[/i]”

As they were left alone in the back room, it was hard not to look at the tiger as someone that was a little more…in charge than usual. Despite the height difference between them, Loud had a smile on his face that said that he would not be denied what he wanted. He grabbed hold of the lower, still present shaft, squeezing it tight enough to make the dragon huff in shock.

“I’m going to have fun with this.”

Stroke, stroke, stroke went that soft, furred hand, dragging down from the head to the base. It didn’t take long for him to start firming up a little, getting stiffer already, rising up. Out of the corner of his eye, Drackonthanri could just barely see the other cock in the transparent container doing the same thing, pushing up rather than just hanging down from the ring of light.

[i]Oh god…that’s weird…[/i]

He could feel both of his cocks, which was the odd part. He could feel the warmth of the other man’s grip on his lower dick, and the utter emptiness – and slight chill – that surrounded the other. It was oddly disorienting, like his brain expected to be feeling the same thing from both of them at once, and it didn’t really know what to do about the lack of the expected feeling.

“Mmmph…ah…”

He started rocking his hips, not quite able to help himself as he started fucking the tiger’s grip. Loud leaned in, rubbing one hand against the dragon’s chest, keeping close.

“It’s been a long time since I could play with this thing properly. I’m going to get you off good and hard this time. And when I’m done, I’m going to see how many times I can get you to keep cumming. These cocks have some damn big balls to play with, and I bet you’re going to make for a huge offering for everyone out there after waiting this long.”

“Mmmph…I should…should probably take the drink, too.”

Loud nodded, but never stopped stroking. Even when the shorter tiger bent down and picked up one of the booster drinks, his hand kept moving, sliding along the shaft and teasing it ever harder, ever thicker, ever drippier. It was harder and harder to think of anything but his dicks, particularly as –

“Mmmph…”

Particularly when the tiger stayed bent over, rubbing his cheeks against the dragon’s balls. The four orbs were already quite heavy with everything that had [i]not[/i] happened over the course of the last week, and they were all but begging for release. He needed something to take him over the edge soon, and he just knew that the tiger was going to do that for him. Whether he wanted to hold back or not – and at this point, it was definitely not – Loud was going to make him cum.

He popped the cap on the booster drink, swallowing it fast. There was a vague apple flavor to the fizzy drink, and from the very first gulp he could feel it having an effect. He gasped as he felt it hit his balls like a weight, almost like an anvil falling into his sac and making it swell from the bottom out. The four orbs started churning hard, getting heavier and thicker by turns, and even Loud seemed to notice, the grey-furred tiger pulling his head back and chuckling.

“Well, that’s going to make a mess…thankfully, we’ve got a crowd to drink it up.”

“You better – Mmmph…”

The tiger returned to his work, this time putting his tongue to it as he worked his tongue up and down the crevices between the four balls. Lick, lap, lick, lap that tongue went, getting everywhere and driving him mad as it dug in. He moaned, rolling his hips forward and back, tapping against the other man’s face with his sac, probably leaving bits of dragon musk behind in the process.

He didn’t care. It felt good on his balls, his cock, everything. Drackonthanri huffed away as he thrust forward, back, forward, back, his cock sliding along the tiger’s hand as Loud kept licking away at his balls. Thrust, squeeze, thrust, stroke; the pattern continued, and the odd feeling of one cock getting stroked while the other remained still, completely disconnected from his body while still being felt, was so very strange. The dragon’s wings twitched behind him, and he moaned as he felt his orgasm building closer and closer.

“You want it, huh? You want to get off?” the tiger asked.

“Mmmph…oh god, yes…I’m close…”

“Get down.”

Too close to care, he followed the tiger’s orders, getting on his back and lying on the ground. Loud was quick to follow, pulling his zipper down and letting his cock fall out of his pants. He laid over the dragon, tip dripping right over Drackonthanri’s nose, oozing with his own scent and need. It was right there, and the dragon decided, for once to return the pleasurable favor. He pushed his head up, swallowed the tip, and sucked just as Loud did the same.

“Mmmph…”

“Mmmmm…”

They moaned together, and once more, that contrast was unbelievable. One cock, the one in the tiger’s mouth, was surrounded by heat. The other in the container was completely chilled, almost cold, and would have been shrinking down and going soft if it wasn’t for the blowjob that he was getting from above. His cocks twitched together, one spitting pre-cum all over the inside of a container, the other shooting its load right down someone’s mouth.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

The both of them fucked away as much as they used their mouths and tongues to tease the other. He could feel himself right on the verge already, all four balls starting to pull up and show that they were going to blow. Drackonthanri arched his back, sucking hard on the tiger’s cock and feeling the flow down his throat getting stronger –

And then, they were over the edge.

He moaned around the cock in his mouth, arching his back as the other man squeezed right around the base of his cock. The restricted flow made that cock so much more sensitive, but he could still feel the splatter coming out of the other one across the room. Another moment of weird but intense pleasure, one that kept growing as Loud kept sucking on his cock, harder, harder, harder, tongue dancing around the head and pulling every bit of cum around the tip right down his throat as the dragon kept cumming and cumming.

He wasn’t sure how long the orgasm lasted, but he could feel one cock drooling and the other one just throbbing. Loud pulled his hips up, not quite over the edge –

“Alright, first order’s in – holy shit.”

Wargreymon had come back. Loud stepped out of the way, and Drackonthanri looked at the container.

It was almost halfway full already. His normal loads could range from half a cup to a full liter, normally, but that container had to be at least six liters in size, and it was filled halfway to the brim already. He blinked, realizing that most of that had come from a single orgasm, from a single cock.

“Well, you’re not going to be running out anytime soon,” Wargreymon said, shaking his head. “Loud, get those mugs filled and out. Table three.”

“Which one –”

“Two down from the bar. Get moving.”

As soon as the tiger was out of the room, Wargreymon loomed over him. Drackonthanri groaned, shaking his head as he pointed at the big man.

“Don’t start. I can keep going.”

“You better. That’s going to last for a bit, but not nearly enough to cover the swarm that Loud’s order last week caused.” The boss shook his head, sitting down beside the sprawled-out dragon. “So, I saw that your pussy was dripping from across the room.”

“Not surprising; it gets as horny as my cocks do.”

“Do you think that it has the same sort of potency as the rest of you?”

“…You know, I never tested that,” Drackonthanri said, shaking his head. “Maybe? It has the same sort of base pheromones as my dicks.”

“Hmmmm…”

“…I’m just going to become another drink on tap, aren’t I?”

“Not yet, but it’s tempting.”

“That’s going to be a [i]much[/i] bigger pay increase.”

“Heh, fair,” Wargreymon said, shaking his head. “But you have to admit, it’s a tempting thought.”

He most definitely didn’t want to admit it, but it was.

“Now, let’s get another orgasm out of you…”

 

 
 





[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
 
Summary: A dragon working at a bar finds a way to make a better living.
 
Tags: M/H, Male-Herm, Dragon, Double-Dick, Portal Play, Milking, Cum, Aphrodisiac, Cum Milking, Cum as Drug, Tiger, Wargreymon, Bar, Handjob, Oral, Ball Play, 69, 4 Balls,