[b][u][center]The Cum-Beer Waiter Part 3 For Drackonthanri By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The bar was empty when the dragon arrived, and Drackonthanri nodded to himself as he shut the door behind him. He imagined that he had at least a couple of hours before the first customers showed up, and maybe about half that before Wargreymon and Orsakia showed up to start prepping for their shifts. Either way, it meant that he had the place to himself, which was all that he’d hoped for. He walked over to the bar, setting down a bag on the large wooden surface. The familiar milking machine that his genitals had been portaled to on every shift was currently set beneath the bar, safely out of the way, and he studiously ignored it as he focused on what he’d brought with him. [i]Bottles for the drinks, mixing straws, the drinks themselves…[/i] The white-gray dragon shook his head as he lined it all up. The various purchases had been a little expensive, all things considered, but at least this way he wasn’t using company property, and his boss couldn’t get on his case about wasting booze that belonged to the bar. More to the point, this way, he could practice his way out of being… A little throb ran through groin, and the dragon huffed under his breath as he looked down. His pants bulged in the front, but he knew that both of those bulges were from his cocks being in cages rather than simply being from their size. They didn’t wobble properly the way that fat dicks should, and the cages kept them from even rising up from how – “Mmmph…” Drackonthanri groped himself despite knowing that he wouldn’t be able to feel it. The sheer thickness of the curled cages saw to that. His twin cocks were forced down, pinned in place, kept from rising both from the curled metal around them and the thick, curled bit of metal that was rammed down his urethra. He huffed and shivered every time that he thought of them, because that was always enough to start getting him turned on again. [i]Mmmph…fuck…fuck…[/i] Eveventually, the lustful spasms faded, leaving him with a familiar aching down there. He wasn’t allowed to cum off-shift anymore; all of his seed had to be stored up for the bar, meant for use in the various drinks that they milked out of him these days. Anything that spurted out during his off-hours was wasted product, and while Drackonthanri hadn’t tried to cheat the system, he was pretty sure that Wargreymon would charge him if he ended up spurting or even dripping too much. [i]I gotta get out of this…[/i] Fun as the constant orgasms were while on-shift, he was getting sick of being a cum-cow for the bar. He wanted to be part of the bartending operation, or at least get back to being part of the customer service side of things. Yeah, the new pay was good, but there was only so much of it he could do. He needed more. [i]If I can get this stuff down…[/i] Shaking his head, he pulled one of the bottles away from the others, dragged the booze that he’d bought over, and – A sudden wave of tiredness washed over him. Drackonthanri grabbed hold of the bar to keep from sliding over, huffing under his breath as he squeezed it tightly. The tiredness hit him so hard that it almost took him off his feet, and he panted as the world spun around him for a second or two. When it finished, he shook his head. He thought he’d be good without taking some of the energy drinks that his boss had ordered, but it looked like he was wrong. [i]Okay, just…one for now,[/i] the dragon thought as he crouched down, grunting as his four balls felt even heavier than usual under his pants. [i]Just one, that’ll be enough to keep me going for a while.[/i] The cans were right under the register. He pulled one free, cracked it open, and chugged half of it all at once. As the familiar warmth and energy from the cold drink hit his veins, he looked back at the bottles and cracked his neck from one side to the other. “Alright, let’s get started…” # The first four drinks were reasonably good, but nothing exceptional. Certainly nothing that would get him promoted out of cum-cow duty. They were streaked, not very pretty, and certainly didn’t have that certain something to them that Orsakia’s drinks did. None of them were anywhere near that level of quality. But they were getting better, and Drackonthanri was pretty sure that he was learning [i]something,[/i] at the very least, with each failure. He would take that. As he started sorting out the ratios for the fifth drink, the white-gray dragon felt the usual churning between his legs. His cocks strained against the cages again, and the sheer weight of his balls pulled at his mind every time that he shifted position. He shook his head, trying to keep his mind on the drink mixing, but – [i]How long since you came?[/i] It was a simple answer, really. Just a little over twenty-four hours. And he’d cum at least two liters just yesterday, forcing it out again and again for the machine and the milking box. There shouldn’t have been a need for more. Not yet, at least. [i]Mmmph…[/i] But his balls were so heavy, and his cocks were so insistent, and his pussy – Drackonthanri shook his head, choosing to ignore the throbbing and clenching going on inside his pants. Maybe he’d need to pad it dry a bit later, but for now, he could ignore it. Throb. Throb. Throb. His hand shook, forcing him to grip it with his other hand to make a steady pour for his latest concoction. His body burned, a little heat-sweat pouring out from his palms and the bottoms of his feet. The dragon continued to clench up, shaking his head again and again to try and focus through it, but – “Mmmph…” As soon as he finished the vodka pour, he had to grope himself again. The energy drinks were to blame for this, he was almost sure. They were always making him feel heated, needy, almost like they were turning his body into something that was better suited for all this milking, all this teasing, all this…production. His cocks were off-limits, so he groped his balls through his pants, feeling how heavy the two sacs were. He squeezed them gently, rolling them around through the fabric, and he huffed to himself as he could smell his own scent getting stronger and stronger. Nothing had dripped through, not yet – the sounding rods and the caps on them kept that from happening – but god, he felt pent-up. He felt like he could have fucked his way through a whole team. He felt like – Click. He turned to the front door as it swung open, and to his surprise, Wargreymon stepped through. The boss wasn’t wearing his mask for once, and instead wore a pair of shorts and sneakers. His chest was shiny, almost reflective from the amount of sweat soaking him, and his red hair was slicked back over his forehead. “Huh? You’re here early,” the boss said. “Well, I thought I’d practice a bit.” “Practice – hey, what are all those?” “I brought the bottles from home, paid for ‘em with my own money,” Drackonthanri said, perhaps a little too quick. “I thought I’d get started working on improving myself. See if I could do a bit of what Orsakia does.” “Heh, nobody can do what Orsakia does; that bastard’s a wizard at the bar.” “Well, I can still try and learn a new skill or two. Gotta do something other than be the bar’s personal spigot, right?” There was a little more venom in his voice than he had intended, but he couldn’t exactly take it back. Didn’t want to, either; he really did appreciate everything that he’d gotten since the ‘promotion’ to being a well-fucked dragon and giving the bar something new to sell, but it was hard to take himself seriously when that was all he did, day in and day out. He needed… Drackonthanri huffed under his breath as his Digimon boss joined him at the bar. It wasn’t just the fact that they both loomed over just about everything else – he was eight-foot-two, and his boss was just about eight-foot even – but more the fact that he could smell the heady musk coming off the other man. Whatever Wargreymon had been doing, he had soaked himself in sweat, and the pheromones in that were…certainly effective at their job. Throb, throb, throb. He could feel that same need building up again, and every breath made him think of what the boss had already done to him since ‘promoting’ him. He’d been railed almost daily, his asshole plundered and his pussy teased, and his mouth had been put to use on cock, toes, and so much more. He’d learned to worship a male every which way. [i]Stop, stop, stop…[/i] Before he could do anything to calm himself down, his boss grabbed the most recent drink. He picked it up, swirled it around as he studied it, then looked the white-gray dragon right in the eye. “Did you make this?” “Well, I was making it.” “Is it done?” “Done enough for drinking, I guess.” And without another word, Wargreymon tilted it back and chugged it down in one go. Drackonthanri stared, his eyes wide as he watched the drink drain away, leaving nothing behind in the bottle mere seconds later. The boss put the bottle down, not hard as someone might have done with a shotglass, but with some care, setting it in place as he stared straight ahead. [i]…Well?[/i] He wanted to ask out loud, but now that someone else was trying his mixes, he honestly wasn’t sure how to ask for feedback. If the drink was actually good, he’d have thought that the boss would have said something already, but if it was bad, would he have drunk the whole thing and then some? He waited, staring at his boss meaningfully, his head cocked to the side. Wargreymon licked his lips once, twice, then swallowed again. He looked at the bottle, and Drackonthanri had to force himself to stay quiet. Until that moment, he’d never realized just how hard it was to do nothing and wait. “Hmm…” “Yeah?” he asked. “You know what, I think we need to talk,” the boss said, pushing away from the bar. “Meet me in the storeroom in fifteen minutes. I need to think about how we’re going to go about this.” That told him nothing. Less than nothing, in some ways, but at least he wasn’t going to get fired. Drackonthanri leaned over the bar, shaking his head as he looked at the mess that had been left behind. Empty bottles, half his booze used up, and not even one thing to show for it. He hadn’t even convinced his boss that he deserved to be something other than a cum-cow yet. All that work – [i]He wants to think about it, and he wants a meeting,[/i] he told himself. [i]That doesn’t mean that I’m fired. That doesn’t even mean a bad thing.[/i] But not knowing what it was… He sighed, rubbing his hand down his face. Why did the boss have to be such an enigmatic man sometimes? # Fifteen minutes later, as instructed, he walked through the doors to the storeroom. Expecting a pensive boss waiting for him, he instead found Wargreymon much stripped down, wearing only his socks, the war helmet, and a red jockstrap that framed what he had between his legs even better than his shorts had. “Come here,” Wargreymon said, crooking a finger. Walking over to the table, Drackonthanri stayed on his feet until the boss pointed to the other chair. Only when he was completely sure that he was [i]allowed[/i] to sit down did he take the offer, but even then, it was hard not to be confused…and a little distracted. Those socked feet on the table were…hard to look away from. The smell that his boss put out had always been potent, but this was something else, almost like he had gotten even stronger since walking away from the bar. Couldn’t have been the drink; had he spent half of the time back here running around or something, building up even more of a sweat? Hard to think. He breathed in and his cocks tried to swell against the cages around them, and he had to clench his hands into fists along his thighs to keep from groping himself again. The metal down his urethras was not making it much better, either; it was so tender in there, so [i]very[/i] tender, and he hissed under his breath as his arousal fought against the metal that kept his cocks restrained. “Still feeling that, eh?” Wargreymon asked. “Mm-hmm.” “Yeah, well, it’s the best way to keep your juices potent,” he said, uncrossing his legs at the ankles and crossing them the other way. “The more pent-up you stay, the better the product for the customers. Seems to be the way that they all feel, at least. Haven’t had a single complaint about that brew yet. Heh. Think some of ‘em treat it like Viagra.” “Mmm-hmm…” “Anyway. Lemme cut to the chase. That drink?” “Mm?” “It was good. Not great – I’ve had better, and some that were a hell of a lot better – but good. You figured out how to do that on your own?” “I…did,” Drackonthanri said, forcing himself to look away from the orange soles that were almost visible through the sweat-soaked socks. “I thought…well, if I was going to be something more than your spigot, I should learn how to be…you know, more useful.” “Impressive.” It was always nice to get a compliment, though his attention was drifting again toward the feet on the table. He’d forgotten just how damp and slick his boss’s soles could get, or how they were so…musky…once he had gone for a walk. Wargreymon’s three-toed feet were obvious through the fabric of the socks. They must have been utterly drenched, and he imagined that they’d been almost squelching in the boss’s sneakers from all the sweat that had soaked through them. Curl. Twitch. Fan. The toes flexed, one of the clawed tips almost bursting through the fabric for a moment, and he just stared, resting one hand on his crotch. “You haven’t messed with that cage, have you?” Wargreymon asked. “Mmmph…” He shook his head. “I mean. No, I haven’t. I haven’t tried to take it off or anything.” “Good, good. Now, like I was saying. If you’re picking that much up on your own, maybe you are wasted as nothing more than a ‘producer.’ Maybe there’s something to be gained from giving him the chance to learn from an expert. And Orsakia would be a good teacher for you, if you really got the focus for it.” “Wait…” Drackonthanri blinked. “Wait. You mean…you’re really going to –” “I’m thinking about it,” Wargreymon said, adjusting his helmet. “That depends entirely on how good you do in the next few minutes.” “…” “You know what I like. Show me that you know how to serve, like a good little dragon…” A little growl of pride rose and fell in the same moment. Drackonthanri swallowed it down, turning his attention to the socks once more. His boss had always been one to enjoy getting his feet worshiped – they’d found that out real quick once the chastity device went on and the boss started indulging himself properly – but it was the musk that really got to him. There was something about the heady scent, the powerful pheromones, and the general feeling of being swamped in another man’s scent that made the dragon just…fall. He leaned over the table, resting his hands on either side of the socked feet. He breathed in, letting the heavy, warm, slightly salty scent tickle at his nostrils, pulling him closer, closer, and closer still. The sheer heaviness and warmth that they had made it had for him to think, making him all the needier down below. [i]Mmmph…fuck…[/i] Resisting the urge to grope himself, he ground his face against the bottom of Wargreymon’s soles, feeling the wet fabric leave some of that sweat on his scales. He dragged his head from side to side, nuzzling against them, finding the gap between the feet and nestling there. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Each time that he huffed more of the scent, he found it harder and harder to feel annoyed at what he had to do. The masculine potency of the other reptile’s musk was just…enticing, pulling him closer and closer. It might have been a tease to his feminine side, or it might have been something that he just loved and had never been willing to admit before, but it was enough to make all his prior complaints go right out the window. The boss chuckled, pulling his feet together, and Drackonthanri grunted as he was squelched between the boss’s arches. They were just big enough to close around his snout, holding him in place, and as they tilted one way or another, he had his nostrils ground right against the damp socks. “Mmmph…” “That’s it. You know where you belong, heh.” “Mmmmph…” “For now, at least. Why don’t you take my socks off and get a better taste, hmm?” He could only imagine how marinated those soles would be inside the damp fabric. Groaning, he reached for one sock – “Ah. Not like that.” “Oh, come on…” “If you want to earn that bartending job, and a chance to learn from someone that knows what they’re doing, you’re going to do this right.” “…Teeth?” “Teeth.” For all that he wanted to roll his eyes, he couldn’t deny that a part of him was actually looking forward to this. He slowly lifted his head once Wargreymon pulled his feet to the side again, leaning over one of the socks. The toes were pointed upward, giving him plenty of spots where he could bite through the fabric without actually getting one of the digits, but he still shivered just a little bit. After all, he was a dragon. A dragon that had been turned into a cum-cow to an extent, yes, but still a dragon. He was supposed to have some pride, some standards, [i]something[/i] that should have told him to back off, to be more dignified, to do something that wasn’t so…low. But his cocks were so needy, his balls so full, and his pussy so drenched. He leaned in, whimpering, and gummed at the wet fabric until he could get enough to bite on. The taste of sweat and musk burned on his tongue, and he moaned as he slowly dragged his head back. Inch by inch, he wiggled that sock free, feeling it giving, stretching, then giving again as he worked it from side to side. Every time that he got a little bit more off of Wargreymon’s foot, he had to slide his head down and pull more of the sock past his lips to make sure he had a good grip, and each time he did, it squeezed more of that foot-sweat into his mouth. Bite. Pull. Bite. Pull. He groaned as he dragged his head back enough to pull the sock up to his boss’s arch, and then a little further still. It popped free with one last tug, leaving the three chunky toes exposed, and no longer quite so wet. Some of it must have gotten rubbed off with the sock. “And now the other one,” Wargreymon said. Grunting, he turned his attention to the other one. It was easier now that he had done one already, but it was still a challenge – and a tease – to use just his mouth to get the sock off. He had to keep wiggling his head from side to side, forcing himself to taste the accumulated musky juices, until he had it all the way off. He dropped the sock off the side of the table, panting under his breath as he finally had his prizes to himself. “Heh, good boy,” Wargreymon muttered. “Mmmph…do you – mmph!” He was silenced – completely and utterly – by the foot against his face. He struggled to get a breath in, staring past the toes, and groaned as the other one smothered his face from the other side. “Go on…show me what you can do.” He groaned, but obeyed. Closing his eyes to slits, Drackonthanri sunk deeper into the scent, letting himself drift, letting himself just enjoy the taste and musk of the soles presented to him. As he dragged his tongue along the orange flesh, he tasted the familiar reptilian, raspy taste that he was so familiar with, along with the ‘seasoning’ that the soles had picked up during their long exercise. He moaned as he dragged his tongue and his lips along the underside of the broad soles, taking in the taste again and again, letting himself be of service. This time, he couldn’t resist the urge to reach down and touch himself. His cocks were so painfully eager, both of them trying to get hard, both of them straining against the portal tubes of the chastity device. They wanted out, they wanted up, they wanted to be teased and made to cum again and again and again. The urge to have them back in the milking box so he could enjoy his orgasms, at least, was almost overpowering. The only thing keeping him from asking for it was the fact that he wanted to be out of that. He wanted to have his cocks out, wanted to be allowed to be a good bartender rather than just this cum-cow of a dragon, and – And – And – He moaned as he dragged his tongue between Wargreymon’s toes, slicking up the space between them before moving on to the next one. His boss grunted, groping himself through his jockstrap, and it was impossible to miss whenever the dragon looked away from the big soles. “Mmm, not bad…not bad…” A little praise, but not much. Not enough yet. He would have to do better to earn that bartender position. Grinding his cheek against one sole, then the other, he kept up his worship. He lowered himself kiss the soles rather than just lick them, leaving little marks from the pressure of his lips upon the orange scales. One after another, he rained his affection upon them, his breath hot with his growing need. Once he’d gone from toe to heel, he worked his way back up with a single long, desperate lick. He drew a line of his own saliva from heel to toe, circled the middle one with it, and finally, popped it into his mouth. “Mmmm, now that is eager…” Wargreymon’s comments meant less than nothing compared to serving those musky toes. He was nearly grinding against the underside of the table as he worked his tongue between each one, bobbing down one after the other. The momentum of the moment and all the lust that had built up so far had taken hold. He didn’t think. He didn’t hesitate. He worshiped. Dragging his tongue from toe to toe, then sole to sole, he slathered Wargreymon’s soles with all the attention that he could muster. Every inch soon reflected the light in the storeroom from the spit he’d used to shine them, and he could almost see himself in those scaly soles. They were sexy, beautiful – “Stop.” “Mmmph…” It took more willpower than he wanted to admit to pull his face from the soles before him. He shivered as he slowly looked past them, staring past the toes with his spit linking them in loose strands. His boss looked down at him through the helmet guard, cocking his head to the side. “Enjoying yourself?” “Mmmph…maybe.” “Good…heh…” “What?” “Just a pity to lose you as a ‘morale booster’ back here. Would have been nice to keep you a slut for a while longer. And you enjoy it, a lot.” “Mmmph…just because you keep me locked up.” “Is that true?” Drackonthanri hoped that it was. The idea that this slutty version of him was the ‘real’ version of him wasn’t exactly an encouraging thought, and he didn’t want to push that any further forward. As it stood, he was barely holding onto his dignity when his boss or Orsakia decided that they wanted to have a little fun. If this was the real him, if they pushed him any further, he wasn’t sure if he could drag himself back out of this undignified position at the back of the bar. “Stand up.” Happy enough to do that, Drackonthanri got to his feet. His boss waved him around to the other side of the table, pointing to a spot at his side. As soon as the dragon stood where the boss gestured, Wargreymon reached for his pants. The button came loose, then the zipper, and his pants hit the floor. No underwear. Nothing in the way. “Good to see that the chastity cage is keeping those cocks down,” he said, idly nudging the metal curves. “I think that you’ll be getting a good load tonight before we start talking about your new position.” “Mmmph…does that mean that I was good enough?” “Heh, I think that you’re pretty close to earning that spot under Orsakia, yes.” Wargreymon chuckled, reaching further down and rubbing his balls. “So full, and so tense. I imagine that you’re just waiting for these to blow later.” “Mmmph…you have no idea…” “And the musk is getting good and strong, too. Might need to start getting swabs of that. I bet there’s some customers that’d pay good money for a bit of ‘cologne’ that smells like that. Eu de Dragon Balls, heh. Probably would keep them even hornier out there, all things considered. Bet you that we’d find some of them fucking on the tables instead of keeping to the bathrooms if we started putting that out for them.” He could only imagine. Their pheromones in the storeroom were already heady enough for him to be dizzy at the constant taste of them. If they were out there, in the main room, he could only imagine what would happen. He’d heard of what his pre-cum and seed did for those that bought it, and the idea of that getting worse… [i]Or better…[/i] It could become something damn near a brothel out there. Not that he minded, but he’d like to be part of it, for once, instead of being in the back where nothing happened but getting used. Suddenly, his boss pulled out a small remote. He tapped a button on it, and something on the chastity cage changed. Drackonthanri gasped as Wargreymon reached beneath his cocks, giving them a little stroke right at the head, and he bit his lips as he felt that finger. For the first time in too long, he had direct stimulation to his dicks. He arched his back, all but standing on his tiptoes for half a second before the boss tapped the button again and made the contact go away. He was still recovering as his boss licked his finger. He smacked his lips for a second or two, then chuckled. “Heh, looks like staying pent-up really does improve the flavor.” “Mmmph…” “Now, the other one.” Bzzt. Another button-press, another hole opened, this time right behind his balls over his pussy. And just like that, his boss was reaching down and between his legs, rubbing his clit for a second or two, only to stop just as it was getting good. The dragon had to lean over and grab the table to stay on his feet, huffing under his breath. “Mmmm. Yep, that’s just about as good.” “Fuck…” “Heh. Don’t worry. I’m not going to be a complete tease about this. I’d say that you’ve just about guaranteed your spot.” “Mmmph…” “Just about. Now, get on your knees. There’s a little more that you gotta do with me. Orsakia is probably going to be here any minute now, and I want to see if you can get me off before that happens.” Which meant putting his mouth to use. He looked down at Wargreymon’s jockstrap, saw the bulge that was just about pushing its way free of the garment, and despite everything, he still felt his mouth water. All the times that he had been between his boss’s legs, all the time that he had been thrown over a table and face-fucked, had messed with his head. No normal dragon would have been looking forward to this, but here he was, all but drooling at the possibilities. He slowly got to his knees, leaning in until his nose pressed against the fabric. It was already all but soaked through with pre-cum, and it was already wet against his face, wetter than the socks had been while he’d been nuzzling against them. The combined scent of work-out sweat and the musk of arousal was nearly overpowering, and he groaned as he dragged his nose up and down the throbbing bulge – “Ulk!” Only to have one of his horns grabbed and his face jammed right into that mess. A shudder ran down his spine, and it only got worse as he felt one three-toed foot press right against his crotch. It pinned him in place, keeping him from sliding back or getting away. All he could do was open his mouth and lick, and that was just what he did, dragging his tongue along Wargreymon’s bulge… [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Drackonthanri tries to find a way out of being a dragon cum-cow, and ends up getting his boss’s attention. Tags: M/Mh, Intersex, Sort of, Male with a Pussy and a Cock, Dragon, Double Balls, Wargreymon, Bar, Teasing, Foot Fetish, Musk, Edging, Worship, Series, Pre-Cum,