Kazu's New Job
First of two commissions for Kazu. For now we dust off her older, male version... and proceed to abuse and grope and lock him up.
Between a stingy boss, irate customers who didn't know the first thing about what you do, and an office that still smelled like Doritos years after his predecessor left, Kazu wasn't getting paid enough for this shit. After years of working at the computer shop, he wasn't sure who he was more tired of: old people who only know they "need more Gee-Bees", or the twenty-somethings who spent ten minutes on Google, and have determined that they know everything there is to know about computers and how it "should only take like five minutes to fix"... yet couldn't even figure it out for themselves. It was a steady gig, and Kazu was good at it - it just would be nice if that translated into more pay, consistent hours, and not being berated for not upselling $29.99 installation packages for flash drives.
As was common in an economy built on restricting employees' hours to avoid paying for their healthcare (like some sort of socialist nightmare), the red panda found himself spending his lunch breaks updating his resume and going through job postings. After exhausting postings for computer repair, phone support, and anime test-viewer, he started to branch out into the "outside existing skill set" territory. After some searching around, he finally found a job working for a few hours on the weekends doing bottle service at a local bar. It meant sacrificing a good chunk of his weekend, but if it helped keep rent paid, lights on, and shower stocked with industrial-sized bottles of tail-conditioner, it was a necessary evil.
The patrons were well behaved, the liquor was only watered down a little bit, and the tips were decent enough to make Kazu keep coming back. With enough coffee, the red panda was able to power through his shifts and get enough sleep after. Once he got over the frantic rush of getting used to the new job, it almost became routine. In fact, he was starting to prefer the occasional head-scratcher of a broken computer to the same pattern of middle aged women on a "girls night out", douchey business school bros burning their student loans on Grey Goose and acting like it was the highest-class drink ever made. When he first met the weasel, he actually let himself get a bit excited.
"How do you get a body like that working on computers?" the weasel asked as Kazu brought his table a bottle of off-menu scotch that the bartender had to send a busboy out for, "They're wasting you in a dump like this. You know, I actually work for a very exclusive club in midtown - how about you take my card and give me a call?"
The weasel produced a black business card from his jacket pocket, setting it down on the table. Kazu smiled politely and reached for it, but was stopped when the weasel placed a shot glass on top of the card.
"They let you drink on the job? Well, if not, you won't be needing to worry about it soon enough. You'll find my establishment caters a bit higher, and pays its employees accordingly."
Kazu's eyes widened as the weasel poured a generous shot of scotch from a bottle that probably cost a month's rent for the red panda and passed it over to him.
"Compliments of the house. My house, that is. Name's Anton, and I expect to hear from you very soon."
It was an offer that Kazu could have actually refused. In hindsight he probably should have refused. But he didn't. Womp womp.
He didn't even bother calling his boss at the bar the next weekend to let him know he wouldn't be coming in. The phone interview started off intense, but once Kazu mentioned Anton's name it felt like the rest was only a formality. Kazu spent well over an hour fretting over his outfit, not being given any specific instructions of how to dress for his first day. After settling on a tried-and-true black button-up shirt with black slacks, he straightened his shoulder-length brown hair, rubbed a bit of softening conditioner into his fluffy tail, and practically bounced out his apartment door. With the weasel's card in paw, a vague dismissal of any questions about dress code, and a mental image of the new laptop he would finally be able to afford, Kazu found himself riding up the service elevator of a large luxury condominium complex up to the penthouse suite.
When the doors opened, the red panda had to stop himself from skipping down the hallway. A single window confirmed that the sun had set hours ago, the reddish purple twilight having since faded, and a dull bassy tone pulsed through the hall, growing louder as Kazu approached the door at the end. Cheap wallpaper coated in a thin layer of dirt from cigarettes covered the walls, confirming that this was definitely the staff entrance, and the exposed rusted metal in some places had Kazu wondering if it would lead to being a staph entrance.
Anton waited at the door, arms crossed over his chest as he quickly ushered Kazu inside.
"Hurry up and get in, we're almost ready to get you started. I assume I don't need to train you on how to actually work a table."
Kazu's ears drooped just a bit. The smooth-talking weasel in the sharp black suit he had met was clearly not working tonight - this version of Anton was in 100% boss mode, and wasted no time getting Kazu behind the door and into a dingy room with a few lockers set aside to indicate he was expected to leave his effects here.
"Yeah, I know how to do table-service," Kazu confirmed, "But am I dressed okay? I never really got a straight answer about the uniform."
Anton simply scoffed and closed the door to the dirty room, locking it with a deadbolt and turning on a dim light.
"Your uniform is that you're going to get your clothes on the ground in the next twenty seconds of you're going to be hobbling back home with a busted kneecap," Anton commanded, snapping his bony clawed fingers at the red panda, "Fifteen now, get on with it."
Kazu yelped, his arms moving automatically to the point where by the time he was able to process a coherent thought of "what the hell is going on here", he shirt was already unbuttoned enough to pull over his head. His cheeks flushed bright red as the weasel scoffed.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Anton nodded as Kazu bashfully pulled his shirt away and hurriedly started to undo his belt, "You looked just the type who could use a good sum of money, and was prepared to follow orders. Five seconds."
Kazu let out a quiet "weh" as he let his slacks fall to the ground. He had chosen a pair of black silk briefs that clung to his hips and over his bulge, hoping that they would help him feel confident on his first day at the new job. Now, he found his thumbs hooked under the waistband and lowering them, as the weasel set a plastic box on a folding table.
"This will be the best paying job you've had in your life," Anton explained, "but you're going to work for it. The clientele here expects two things: strong liquor, and for it to be served by staff that's willing to do anything to 'serve' them."
Kazu whimpered as he pulled his tail between his legs, covering his soft pink cock and his brown-furred groin in vain before Anton grabbed his arms, pulling them together and quickly ziptieing them.
"Hey, get used to putting yourself on display, kiddo. This isn't some seedy strip joint - this is a high-class establishment, so looking, touching, groping, hell even licking are all fair game."
Kazu yelped at his arms being grabbed, and tried to think of something biting to say before grabbing his clothes, storming out, and reporting this place to the cops. Every time he opened his mouth, though, the image of him taking a few extra days off work without having to worry about paying his bills locked his jaw right back up.
"Now," Anton continued his new employee orientation, "Some of our clientele can be a bit... closed-minded. We're not here to challenge their sexuality, so if they're uncomfortable with our employees popping a boner while they work... well, I lied, there is actually a uniform here."
Anton opened the little plastic box and took out a steel tube and ring. He held it up to Kazu and grinned as the red panda recognized the chastity cage. Without a word of explanation from the weasel or protest from the red panda, the hinged steel ring was clamped around Kazu's sac and over the base of his shaft. Anton spat into the steel tube and spread his saliva around the inside before feeding Kazu's limp cock into it. After pulling the cold steel into place and making sure it wasn't pinching in any way that could lead to a liability suit, the weasel clicked a small padlock into place, pointing to the small key held around his neck.
"Don't worry, it'll come off at the end of your shift. And don't think that we're doing this out of any sort of cruelty - if you were there for the 'yanking incident', you'd be begging me to lock this thing on. Oh, and speaking of uniform requirements that came into being after an incident...."
Anton brought the plastic box over, taking out a black buttplug. He produced a small container of lube and spun Kazu around, pushing the red panda forward and hoisting his tail up. As he pressed the cold, tapered tip of the toy in against Kazu's tailhole, he continued his lecture.
"Drunk, groping customers haven't been without their share of incidents. Like that cat who decided that it would be the peak of hilarity to jam a couple of fingers into one of our servers," Anton chuckled, "Now, normally I'd have been right there laughing, but this cat forgot to retract his claws first. Made for quite the mess. Means we're going to just preemptively make sure that you're 'occupied' there."
Anton laughed as he pushed the flared bottom of the thick plug past Kazu's tailring, the panda wincing as it locked into place, pressing right on his prostate. He immediately found himself starting to swell up in the front, but he quickly found that the metal tube over his cock was less there to prevent him from getting hard, but to punish him for it. He whined as he was pulled back upright, having to spread his legs a bit to accommodate the plug under his tail. Anton gave a quick nod of approval, then unlocked the door to the "changing" room
"But hey, all for the best, right?" Anton laughed as he led Kazu through a darkened hallway, "I mean, that's why we needed a position filled, and you just lucked out!"
Kazu perked his ears, but he was quickly led out to a bar area. The music was a dull, repetitive trance set with deep bass. Nothing to dance to, but definitely something to drink to. The lights were dim, with blue LEDs and black lights casting a blueish purple tint over everything, and giving Kazu's fur more of a purple and black look, rather than his usual red and brown. Before Kazu could parse through the ungodly concoction of smells, a tray was shoved into his paws.
"C'mon, quit standing around and get these over to the booth by the wall!" an ermine behind the counter barked at him, pointing to a table off by the wall. Kazu felt his knees grow shaky as it dawned on him just how naked he was right in the middle of this nightclub, feeling as though every eye in the room was on the new meat. He felt his cock starting to strain in its tight metal cage, making his cheeks flush even harder as he actually started to appreciate not being able to get a boner right in the middle of everything.
"Get on with it!" the ermine ordered, giving Kazu a swat on his bare rear. Jostled back to attention by the toy under his tail, Kazu locked his knees back up as he picked up the tray. It had a bottle of vodka with a completely illegible Russian label and three glasses with large ice cubes.
It took a few steps for Kazu to adjust to having to walk with the thick buttplug lodged in his rear. He started off a bit bow-legged, but quickly realized how ridiculous it made him look... beyond the inherent ridiculousness of being nude in the club with nothing but a metal tube on his shaft to cover himself. He started to walk properly, having to go a bit slower as the plug shifted with every step, rubbing up against his prostate. His tail swished around behind him, as he tried to cover his ass as best he could, but he quickly found himself needing to hold it up as several patrons decided to grab it and yank it up. His ass was grabbed several times, with a few customers going so far as to press their fingers on the base of Kazu's buttplug, pushing it in repeatedly.
By the time Kazu made it to the booth, his knees were shaking. He nervously set the tray down in front of a bear, a lion, and a red fox. The three leered at the red panda and gave him matching predatory grins.
"Well now, looks like they've got a new one," the lion said licking his lips, "Well, don't be shy now, how about you have a seat here and start pouring those."
The lion scooted out and patted his lap. Kazu's eyes darted around nervously until he caught a glimpse of Anton standing in a corner. The weasel had his arms crossed over his chest, and he pointed threateningly Kazu, then to the lion. The message was pretty clear. Kazu's ears folded down as he climbed up into the lion's lap, who wasted no time wrapping one arm around the red panda's chest, and reaching down with the other to cup at his sac.
"You know, I hear that if you REALLY try hard enough, you can still get someone to cum with one of these things on," the lion mocked as he reached up with a thumb to rub at the little slit on the shaft of the cage, feeling Kazu strain and leak just a bit of pre out, "You know, after a few weeks to training your ass like a good girl."
Kazu "weh"-ed and shuddered as the lion's friends laughed with him, trying to stay professional. He shakily reached for the bottle of vodka and clumsily used his claws to open it, managing to pour three glasses just past ice-level. Once he set the bottle back down on the table and put the cap back on, the fox slid over to the lion and unzipped the front of his slacks to fish out his growing cock.
"Well, while you're providing such excellent customer service," the fox sneered, "How about you come service your customer."
The lion held onto Kazu's hips as the fox grabbed Kazu by the back of his hair, pulling his head down into his lap. The musky scent made it clear that this fox wasn't one for a thorough shower before coming out, thought at least his silk shorts were freshly laundered. Knowing that he wasn't going to get much help if he tried to pull away, Kazu resigned himself to leaning forward, wrapping his lips around the fox's warm cock. He let his hips lift up just a bit from the lion's lap, his tail lifting to reveal the black base of his plug. The lion laughed a bit as he reached down, cupping his paw over Kazu's luscious rump as he pressed in on the toy with his thumb.
Kazu winced a bit as he felt his cock strain inside the chastity cage, letting out a soft moan as he lowered his head down on the fox's swelling length. He let his tongue roam over the vulpine cock, flicking it over the tapered tip and lapping away at his patron's precum. As the bass pulsed through him, he started bobbing his head up and down on the fox's cock, tailhole clenching down hard on the toy filling him.
As the fox held Kazu's head down, and the lion continued to grind his bulge into Kazu's groin, the bear staggered up to his feet, stumbling over toward their captive panda and unzipping his fly, letting his thick meat fall out of his pants.
"Can' let 'em 'ave all the fun..." the bear stammered, miraculously able to stiffen up with how drunk he clearly was as he clumsily grabbed Kazu's paw and dragged it to his shaft.
Kazu squirmed a bit in the lion's lap, struggling to maintain his balance as he gripped at the bear's thick shaft. He started to rub his paw up and down on the bear, as he kept pushing his nose into the fox's pubic fur. He was just starting to get into a rhythm when he felt his dick-stroking arm growing warm and wet. His eyes shot open as he saw the bear, struggling to stand, releasing his bladder onto Kazu. He whined and sunk his head down, expecting that he was just meant to take the thick stream of urine spreading onto his fur, but he was granted a reprieve when the fox and lion jumped backwards away from him.
"WHOA there," they shouted, half-furious, half incredulous at the situation, "Someone's having a party foul."
As Kazu pushed himself back up away from the table, Anton had swooped in with a damp cloth, immediately skirting the red panda away and giving him a quick wipedown.
"Dammit, you're not supposed to be making health hazards here!" Anton chastised, escorting Kazu back to the bar, "If you want to get pissed on that bad, do it on your own time. Now hurry the hell up and get this next tray over to their table!"
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The rest of the night was just a blur to Kazu. By the time he made it home, he didn't even bother with a shower or changing out of the clothes he hardly remembered changing back into, he simply plunged face first into his bed and passed out. By the time he woke up the next day, it was already almost the afternoon.
Kazu reached over and instinctively reached for his glasses. He found them sitting on an envelope he hardly remembered getting. Laboriously pushing himself up, he put his glasses back on his face and opened the envelope, eyes widening as he saw it stuffed with cash. He felt his heart racing, hardly knowing what to do with that much money, but quickly sank back down as he thought back to what he had to go through to get it.
With a sigh, Kazu slid out from under the covers, only to have his blood freeze in his veins as he looked down between his legs to see that he still had the steel chastity cage locked securely around his shaft. He gave a whine and frantically rushed for his phone, flipping through his call history for Anton's number.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck..." he cursed, "This is just a mistake, just a simple mistake...."
He dialed the number and shoved the phone to his ear. It just rang and rang. No response, no voicemail. He dialed again. Still nothing. Kazu shivered as he brushed his fingers over the bronze padlock, not exactly relishing the idea of having that thing locked on for a second longer. He tried one more time. "We're sorry, but the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected."
"Fuck."