[b][u][center]The Cum-Beer Waiter Part 2 For Drackonthanri By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] “And another…cum-beer…coming up,” Orsakia said, noting down the order as the client walked down the bar to the machine, craft-beer in one hand and a grin on his face. “How they want that over my drinks, I will never understand.” The orca-Lugia hybrid leaned on one hand as he watched the customer approach the machine. It was a crude, crass sort of thing, made of brass and copper on all sides. The interior was filled with a sloshing white goo, kept at a perfect temperature to keep it from splitting and becoming something else, and if he had a sense of smell, he would have scented the damn thing from across the room. Some customers were flaring their nostrils at the apparent scent of dragon musk and cum from the other side of the building, and the effects that the pheromones had on the customers had them… Well, the most polite term for it would be ‘rowdy.’ He had yet to see a customer that didn’t have some interest in sex within a minute of entering the building, and most of them were giving each other under-the-table handjobs that they pretended nobody else could see. Orsakia felt that it was going overboard, but the boss had told him not to bother them and let them continue doing what they did. He grumbled as the customer leaned against the machine, groping a live dick that stood out from the box. A low growl escaped his mouth as he watched the customer milk it, stroking it, teasing it until it dripped pre-cum lines into his mug. How the hell that made the beer taste any better, he didn’t understand. [i]I could make better drinks than that. I do make better drinks than that.[/i] But could he sell them? No. The crowd only wanted some of the naughty, crude stuff that they could get from the machine. He bit his lips, keeping the complaints back as the customer fingered the pussy on the other side of the machine, teasing and poking it for a few seconds before pulling his finger back and licking it clean. The male’s pants were tented hard, thrust forward with a bulge that was clearly demanding the other man’s attention, and he was already groping himself as he walked back to a table. There was no shame there. There was no shame in the entire building as far as Orsakia could see. It drained the bartender of so much pride to see it. He slumped forward, resting his arms and head against the wooden bar. He had worked here for so long, and he had been reduced to basically collecting cash and giving someone the base of a drink to defile at the dispenser machine. What a waste of his talents. Orsakia glanced at the cash register, seeing himself in it. He was mostly an orca, though with a swept-back head of one of his Lugia ancestors. The rest of his body, from his neck down, resembled the orca bit of his heritage far more. A blowhole in the back of his neck for most of the air supply that he had, a long tail with a fin at the end, webbed hands and feet; it all came from the rest of his ancestry, as did the muscles that bulged at the edge of his short-sleeve shirt and down his long trousers. He grumbled to himself, looking back at the crowd. They were all half-drunk already, rowdy and dealing with each other. No real sign of anyone coming back to get some more drinks. [i]I should complain,[/i] he thought. So far, he had been mostly quiet. A raised eyebrow when he had been told to incorporate the machine and its drippings into the menu, but that was all that he had said. He’d hoped that the machine would be something one and done, a thing that they did as a novelty one night and then dismissed when it did nothing for the bar. Instead, it had become a mainstay. A week of having the portal milking machine on the bar, a week of watching people choose to chug dragon juices rather than a proper beverage, and now…now, he was sick of it. He was being wasted, and he was being underpaid for it. His skills were going to waste away if he had to keep dealing with this, and he wanted to either have it changed or be allowed to leave. Glancing at the bouncer at the front of the bar, Orsakia gestured for the other man to keep an eye on things. He got a nod of confirmation and turned from the bar to the back rooms. It was time to have a word with Wargreymon, the boss. He had barely stepped through the doors before he saw both the boss and the former waiter, now cum-cow, Drackonthanri. The latter was on his back, panting for breath, his hips raised in the air even though his crotch was covered with a metal belt with glowing panels on it. The dragon was gasping for air, his face half-covered with a wet red jockstrap that was clearly well-used, and – And the boss of the bar stood over the other man, wearing nothing but his armored helmet, one hand on his cock, stroking it as the other hand played with various settings in some sort of remote. Orsakia took a deep breath through the blowhole on the back of his neck, steadying himself and calming down before walking up to the boss. The Wargreymon didn’t even see him until he was right beside him. “Orsakia? What’s going on? Trouble up front?” the boss asked. “I am sick of this,” the orca-Lugia said, shaking his head. “This whole thing is a disgrace to my profession.” “Oh, come on. It’s not that bad. He’s giving us plenty of business, isn’t he?” “He has become nothing more than a novelty. There’s not been one order for a regular drink all night long. The only thing they want is that…stuff…that you keep making him pump out. And it’s embarrassing to be the one having to serve it. I am wasted up there, and you’re wasting your reputation. And can you stop it for one minute?!” The last was directed at Drackonthanri, who had been moaning non-stop while Orsakia was trying to talk. The dragon didn’t respond. His moans were just getting louder, one hand over his face holding the jock in place while the bartender rolled his eyes. “He is nothing but a pervert. He truly is.” “Well, that pervert is what’s keeping the business going, so you might want to get off your high horse, Orsakia,” Wargreymon said. “If it wasn’t for all the sales that we’ve been making off his loads, we’d be in the red, and badly. If you want to complain, then you better come up with a better idea of how to make money.” “…How far in the red are we?” “Let’s put it this way. If we hadn’t started milking him last week, pumping him for everything that he had? You would be in the job placement line right now.” Orsakia fell silent, glancing back down at the white and gray dragon. He was still panting, gasping, sounding like someone getting the blowjob of their life right then and there, but there was something else there. Some strain, at least, something that looked like he was ‘working’ – or at least, being worked – hard. He imagined that, up front, the dragon’s cocks were close to getting another orgasm, close to being pushed over the edge again. Was there any sympathy for the pervert on the ground? No, but at least he could rationalize the former waiter as someone that still worked hard rather than someone just getting pleasure while he was trying to find some dignity up-front. And it still didn’t solve the problem, at least not for him. Shaking his head, he turned away from the shaking, spasming dragon, fixing the Wargreymon with a continued stare. “Be that as it may, you are asking me to sacrifice my skills and my dignity to shill this. Even if there is some public desire for it, you can’t tell me that this is going to last forever. What happens when the public gets bored of the novelty of what they’re drinking? What happens when it’s not enough for them to be drop-shotting dragon cum and pussy juice into their drinks? What’s going to keep the bar afloat then, hmm? What the hell are we going to do when that happens?” “Well, that’s a good point…and it’s something that you might be able to help with right now, actually.” Wargreymon smiled. “One second, let’s finish this one up.” The boss tilted one of the dials on the remote to high, and Drackonthanri arched his back right off the ground, all but screaming as he moaned in pleasure. His shrieks were loud enough that Orsakia had to cover his earholes, gritting his beak as the dragon curled his toes and thumped his fists. Drackonthanri’s hips thrust one, two, three, four times, his balls pulling up against his groin for a moment before they dropped again. “That should do for now,” the boss said. “What was that?” “Just making sure that he pumped out what he had going.” The Wargreymon turned the dial back down. “Didn’t want to have him all backed up for this part.” “What part? What are you talking about?” Wargreymon looked at him with a smile, and Orsakia groaned. That was the same smile that he’d seen when he had been suckered into trying some of the new boozes that the boss had ordered from some far-off culture or another. It always ended up with him completely shit-faced, drunk off his ass, and usually with a few new ideas for drink recipes. It was also almost always completely undignified, and he could only imagine what was going to be asked of him this time. He covered his face, muttering into his hand as the dragon slumped down on the ground before them. The soft hum of the belt had gone down, implying that the constant milking had been taken down to a less intense level. “This is going to be unpleasant, isn’t it?” Orsakia asked. “Well, that depends on what you find unpleasant. If you want to make things more interesting – well, first. Do you agree that we need something more interesting and engaging than the usual drinks?” “…The current infatuation with Drackonthanri’s juices says that you are correct.” “Right. But, like you said, people get bored with the obvious before long. They like to try new things, right?” “…That’s correct, yes.” “Then, what do you say to finding out what we can actually do with his juices? See what the taste’s like, see what you can do with it with all the other booze we have?” The bartender groaned. There it was, the indignity of it all. He should have seen that coming, and he almost had. He pinched the base of his muzzle, trying to think through it with some hint of rationality, but the sheer stupidity of the whole concept was already getting his temper flaring. “Let me get this straight. You think that I should start doing a taste test on him – him, of all things – to see what other kinds of perverted drinks that we can serve to our patrons?” “Well, to be fair, I kinda think you could use the release. I mean, look how tense you are. You’re exploding over the most minor things. It would do you good to just have some time to blow off some steam, wouldn’t it?” “…” “How long was it since you got laid?” Wargreymon asked. “Longer than you need to know.” “See? And besides, isn’t it good for a bartender to know what he’s serving, so you know why the clients like it so much?” “That feels like you’re reaching there. And cheating.” “I’m just saying, that way you’ll know why they’re ordering it.” Wargreymon leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper. “And besides, you’re not getting the pheromones that they’re getting. You don’t understand why they’re ordering it. So, let’s have a little private session here, before you try something out there.” “…This is an order, isn’t it?” “If I have to make it an order, yes. But I really think it would be better for you to give it a try, and if you like it…well, at least you have someone to take it out on. That’s better than going home and using your hand again, isn’t it?” “…” “Come on. Let’s give it a shot.” As his boss patted his back, Orsakia gave in to the inevitable. He doubted that this was going to give him any sort of satisfaction compared to what the boss claimed that everyone else was getting, but if worst came to worst, he could still have a little hate-sex with the little asshole on the ground. He would be able to work out some of his frustrations, professionally and otherwise, with the dragon that had changed the work environment for the both of them and made it far more sex-focused than it ever had to be. He knelt down as the boss pressed a button on the machine. The lower of the two panels shifted, rising up, and the dragon’s cock appeared out of nowhere. Orsakia could just barely see the sheath opening through the panel, but the cock that stuck out took up most of the room, huge and throbbing. “How does he still have anything left to offer?” the hybrid asked, taking the shaft in hand and immediately pulling it back. “Ugh…it’s filthy.” “Here.” He got a water bottle and a towel for his troubles. It wasn’t quite what he would have preferred to sterilize a drink source, but anything was better than nothing. Shaking his head, Orsakia poured half of the water bottle over the shaft itself – getting a gasp of shock from the dragon – and poured the rest of it on the washcloth before getting to work. Gently dabbing against the head, he worked his way from the urethra outward, slowly getting rid of the layers of slime that had accumulated over the shaft. As he worked, he could see the boss shifting position out of the corner of his eye. He tried not to watch, not to indulge the pair of them further, but it was impossible to miss the way that the Wargreymon was slowly stroking himself. Tug, pull, tug, stroke. The constant motion was bringing another little slime trail to bear, this one falling near the dragon’s face, smearing over the floor. Orsakia shook his head, focusing on what he was doing over what the pair of them were doing. [i]Just do this and get back to work. It won’t be that bad, hopefully.[/i] As he cleaned around the dragon’s tip, slowly clearing it of all slime trails and leaving just a fresh coat of pre-cum behind, he heard the soft groan his boss always made when he was happy. He flicked his eyes to the side, seeing the bright red jock getting pushed out of the way and replaced with his boss’s heavy balls. [i]Insatiable, the pair of them.[/i] Shaking his head, he looked away, not wanting to watch Drackonthanri burying his face against those orbs, not wanting to think too much about how horny the pair of them were. Yet, at the back of his mind, another question started bubbling up. [i]What if they’re that horny from the drinks?[/i] Was that what happened to the clients? It would explain the rowdiness out there, for sure, but he had seen that come from the scent as much as from the actual beverage. But what if the beverage was the stronger of the two, and that was what made them so horny, so needy? And that was what made the boss quite so…productive? He realized that he was looking up again, watching the ball-play that the dragon was indulging in. The boss’s balls were certainly heavy, and the dark skin was wet, damp with sweat and who knew how much slime that had been dripping from it while he had been milking the bigger dragon. Drackonthanri didn’t seem to have any shame dragging his nostrils along the flesh, nosing them up, sniffing them, all but worshiping them with wordless gasps and groans from beneath. [i]Hmmph.[/i] Shaking his head, he focused his attention on the shaft again. It was completely clean now, which meant that he could take his taste. The hybrid held back for a moment, rubbing his thumb into the spot just below the head as more and more pre-cum bubbled up. [i]Seriously, how do you have any left?[/i] he wondered as he leaned in. [i]You’ve been milked for liters already. How do you have anything left in those balls?[/i] His other hand went down, teasing the quad-balls that the dragon had been displaying with such pride during the last few minutes. They were still heavy, and the four of them barely fit in his webbed hand. Drackonthanri groaned, arching his hips up to press them more fully against the orca-Lugia’s fingers, and the bartender rolled his eyes. [i]Okay, okay. Just taste him. Get it over with.[/i] After taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and sucked the head of the shaft into his mouth. He isolated the flesh, licked around the head – “Mmmph…” And almost instantly his cock started rising from its slit. His balls felt heavier than they had in days, and he groaned inside. His breath continued to flow easily from the blowhole at the back of his neck, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t shaking slightly from the sheer intensity of the taste. [i]Was this…is this…how they feel?[/i] He certainly felt more wound up and needy than he had in a very, very long time, and the taste was far more intense than he had expected. Even from a little lick of the isolated pre-cum flow, he could get the salt and the musky taste of it. There was something missing, he knew, but that was partially the lack of a sense of smell, none of the aromatics coming through at full strength. But he could imagine them, adding it into the potent taste that he was already getting, analyzing it. And even as the back of his brain worked on figuring that out, the front of his brain was focused entirely on just how hard he was. His hand drifted down despite itself, fondling his cock through his pants, feeling how hard he was, barely keeping up with the fact that he was licking, stroking, teasing that cock with his other hand. “Mmmph…” The boss. He glanced up, half-expecting to see the Wargreymon smirking, but no. The boss had shifted position, all but squatting on the dragon’s face, his uncut cock sliding past the former waiter’s lips. The head was bulging out slightly, the foreskin pushed aside by an eager tongue, flicking away along the underside. His cock jumped in his pants as he imagined what that eager tongue could do to him, and he shivered as he realized just how deep he was falling at that moment. This should not feel this good. This should not [i]be[/i] this good. But it was. The pre-cum flowing over his tongue had him hornier and randier than he had ever been, and he huffed through his blowhole over and over again as he felt the urge to go deeper, to take it further into his mouth. Every taste made him throb that much more between his legs, and he was barely keeping his head on straight as he bobbed down, down, down, taking more of the dragon’s cock past his lips and into his throat with each successive movement. Soon, he was deepthroating Drackonthanri, just like the dragon was getting face-fucked by the boss. They worked together, slowly, but deeply, and he was almost lost to the movements, not even thinking about what he was doing for the most part. All that mattered was the strange pleasure of the rich pre-cum, the way that it made him so dick-focused, the way that he was almost oozing in his own pants at that point. Up. Down. Up. Down. He panted through his blowhole, feeling the flexible flesh back there expanding and pulling in again. He couldn’t smell the musk in the air, but it had gotten so strong that he could almost taste it. His eyes rolled back in their sockets from how horny he was getting, his body getting hot and…not sweaty, but with a little feeling of oil, some sort of slime on his skin that made him want to slide and rut and breed with something. Fuck. It was intense. He was starting to understand the way that the boss had wanted to market this. Even without the money coming in, it would mean that customers would keep coming back for this effect. It was drugs without the drugs. He pulled his head back to the tip, feeling the throbbing going through the cock. His limited experience told him that the dragon was probably close to blowing at this point, close to losing himself to the pleasure. There was an odd sense of satisfaction knowing that he was the one responsible for Drackonthanri’s eagerness, and he smiled around the shaft, sucking right over the head. The dragon tried to thrust up, but the boss held him down, keeping him pinned even as he pushed his own cock in up to the hilt. “He’s almost there?” Wargreymon asked. “Mmm-hmm.” “Suck him, lick right over the head. He loves that.” Orsakia grunted and did as the boss suggested. He flicked his tongue right over that piss slit, felt it give slightly, and swallowed hard, his cheeks pursing in – “MMMPH!” The dragon groaned loudly under the boss, trying and failing to grab for Orsakia’s head to pull him down. The cum-shot that followed was thicker and heavier than the hybrid was entirely ready for, and he had to force himself to keep swallowing, chugging down the load one shot after another. Spurt, spurt, spurt, more and more of it going down his throat, more than any normal person could have taken. With his blowhole, his breath control, he [i]could,[/i] but even he was impressed by the dragon’s productivity. And with each shot, his head spun further and further, leaving him more and more lightheaded and trembling. His body ached, burned, throbbed with need and sensitivity, and his cock was so wet from his own pre-cum that he swore that his pants were going to be soaked. Did he have another pair, or was he going to have to stand pressed to the bar after this to avoid embarrassing himself? He wasn’t thinking clearly. For that matter, he wasn’t even entirely sure that he was thinking as he pulled his head back from the dragon’s massive shaft. His throat was sore from the sheer girth of the dragon’s cock, and he had to take a moment to clear it and swallow a few times before he felt better. “Heh, looks like he got you, too,” the boss said. “Mmmph…” Orsakia looked down. His cock was throbbing so hard in his pants that he didn’t dare touch the bulge at first. It twitched visibly, and he knew – knew without a doubt in his mind – that if there had been an exposed hole for him right at that moment, he would have tried to fuck it with his cock still encased in his pants. It didn’t matter that it would have stung afterward, didn’t matter what the friction might have done. He was [i]that[/i] riled up from that cum-shot. [i]Holy…fucking…hell…[/i] If this was what dragon cum did to someone that wasn’t expecting it, he was starting to get why the customers kept coming back for more, and why they were stupid enough to keep giving each other handjobs at the tables and going to the bathrooms to do more. They weren’t thinking they were being smart. They just flat-out weren’t thinking. This was so intense, so hot, so pleasurable, that he just needed an outlet, and if it was legal, great, and if it wasn’t, he was too far gone to care. As he struggled to catch his breath, the boss pulled back so that only the head of his cock was still buried in the dragon’s maw. Drackonthanri looked mostly out of it, content, but tired, even as he nursed on that fat Digimon dick. “Ready for some sex?” the boss asked. “Mmmph…gimme…gimme a minute…” “Sure. I’ll just get him ready.” Another tap to the remote, and the panels on the belt shifted again. The cock stayed out, but the portal just under it – the one leading to the dragon’s pussy – slipped open. The sight of that wet slit was all the harder to look away from as the hybrid glanced down. He had seen it attached to the machine for the last week, and had watched as the customers had played with it, fingered it, even held their cups right against it to get the fluids to drain into their drinks. The sheer naughtiness and debauchery of it had been enough to give him an occasional boner himself, though he had never indulged. Hell, he’d been the one to chase some of the drunker patrons away and keep them from fucking the machine right then and there. But now, now it was available to him, and those pink-turning-purple inner walls were…more than slightly enticing, he had to admit. Not daring to leave his cock in his pants any longer, he unzipped himself and pulled his underwear down. Slime strings from his wet cock connected the shaft to the fabric, and he groaned as he carefully hooked his underwear behind his balls. The heavy white orbs were just feeling heavier and heavier as he looked at that slit. [i]Just take your time. You can last. You don’t have to worry about that.[/i] “Just take a taste first,” the boss said. “What?” “You tried his male stuff, now try the rest. After all, you’re supposed to be making recipes with that, right?” “…Right.” [i]If the pre-cum and that first load did this much, what the hell is his female stuff going to do?[/i] Orsakia wondered. [i]Well…only one way to find out.[/i] Thankfully, the slit was cleaner than the cock had been by some way. There were a few little dents and marks from someone pushing too hard on the delicate pair of lips down there, but there were no stains other than the natural juices that were flowing out. He dragged his finger from the bottom to the top, collecting a long streak of the slime available, and pulled it to his mouth. He barely had a moment to taste it – slightly bitter, vaguely metallic, but with more of that sensual flavor than the cum had – before his cock basically took control. That was the only way that he could think about it; the sheer pleasure that he’d been feeling turned to raw need, need that would only be satisfied by burying his cock in that dragon pussy. The boss was right behind him, the pair of them completely pinning Drackonthanri to the ground, barely avoiding the dragon’s wings as they rutted him good and hard. In, out, in, out, their hips pumping down and slamming into one wet hole or another. Conscious thought was gone. There was no more thinking, no more planning, no more disdain or distaste for the actions before him. All that Orsakia could think of was that wet slit that had his cock in a vise-like grip and milking him with every single thrust he made. In, out, in, out, his balls pinned between his own underwear and the wet pussy that kept pulling him in deeper and deeper. He was going balls-deep in short order, the dragon’s cock pinned between his belly and that belt. In, out, in, out, thrusting, grinding, fucking that hole, feeling so wet and warm around his cock. Every time that he bottomed out, he could feel it rippling, pulling at him, milking him, and he knew that hole was going to get as full of cum as it could get. That was all he knew in that moment. He knew that he had to rut, and he knew that the body below him needed to be stuffed with cum. That was all that his brain could process with it as high on the dragon’s juice as it was. In. Out. In. Out. Faster, harder, deeper he went, each time gasping for breath, feeling the raw pleasure that he was going through getting better and better. His cock ached with how close he was to orgasm, his balls churning away. The heat that filled his body was barely contained, and he moaned, whimpered, even whined as he felt how close he was. “Nnngh…fuck…yeah…” The boss’s grunts were the only reminder that there was someone else in the room with him and the dragon. His tunnel vision all but blocked the Wargreymon out, forgetting him and reminded of him by turns. In, out, in, out, again, again, again, feeling those tight squeezes getting stronger and stronger. Oh, fuck, this was something that forgotten about, something that he hadn’t gotten for far too long. In. Out. In. In. IN! He rammed in up to the hilt, feeling his balls jumping behind his cock. He moaned to the heavens he came, feeling those inner walls spasming, that fat dragon dick between his belly and that plate cumming, too. It was a mess, a thick, slimy mess, but it felt so [i]good[/i] to drain his balls that he didn’t care in the slightest. All of it. All of it coming out right then and there, flooding into a hole that was as needy an opening as he had ever felt. It kept rippling around him, clenching, milking him for more, and more, and more, and he knew that it had to be going right to Drackonthanri’s womb. Was there a possibility for that to cause problems? At that point, the bartender was past caring. All that he felt was the satisfaction of breeding the dragon beneath him. Whether it took or not, he didn’t care, and the pleasure was slowly washing his system clean of all the pheromones that he had ingested from both ends of the dragon. As he slowly pulled back, sitting up but not pulling out, he was aware that the boss had cum, as well. Wargreymon kept his hips pressed flush to the dragon, almost burying him in cock flesh, and was panting for breath. The bartender smiled. “Heh…was it that good for you, too?” “Probably not quite as good as it was for you, but fuck…fuck, he’s good.” “Yeah…yeah, he is.” “Feels like he passed out, though. Probably good that you’ve got some stock up there.” “He’s out?” “God, no. I don’t think that he ever runs out with the supplements in his system these days,” the boss said, shaking his head. “But he’s gonna need a little break to get some of his stamina back after that. Think that you can keep it going?” “…Yeah, I do. And I have some ideas for other things that I can serve, keep it watered down a bit but not lose it.” For all that he had been fucking away, the back of his mind had been thinking about what he could do with all the flavors that were in the two types of juices. It was going to take some work to properly adapt them to the alcohol flavors – particularly to some of the stronger ones on the back shelf – but he could imagine a number of different types that they could try, with varying percentages of dragon cum to booze. Hell, he could see it being a flight of it, with each successive drink having more, until it was just a shot of cum to have that hard-hitting blast of pleasure that came with it. He chuckled to himself. “You’re relaxing a bit there; you okay?” the boss asked. “I think so. Just…still flying a bit high on all this.” “That’s understandable. You take an hour to rest or something; the bouncer can take the bar for a bit.” “Not happening.” He shook his head as he slowly pulled out, feeling Drackonthanri’s pussy pulling at him the whole way. By the time that he finally popped free, it was all but slurping on him, as if the dragon’s feminine parts were eager to keep getting fucked. He had a brief view of the slippery slit oozing his seed – a sight almost good enough to get his dick up again – before the boss hit the button on the remote to send that back to the machine. “Not happening,” Orsakia repeated. “I am the one that knows the bottles and the drinks, and I know the customers. I’ll handle it. You just make sure that you don’t overdo it back here. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this properly.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: A further continuation of the Cum-Beer Waiter, showing what happens a little after they make this part of the business. Tags: M/H, M/M/H, Oral, Blowjob, Musk, Vaginal, Threesome, Face-Fuck, Cock Worship, Sucking, Tasting, Corruption, Aphrodisiac, Needy, Cum, Orgasm, Creampie, Swallowing,