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Working in a college bar was both a blessing and a curse in the off season.

It was simple enough: During the summer, there were far less patrons to deal with. Though you didn't make nearly as much money, most nights you were paid to come in and tend to just a few people, making the work incredibly easy for the price you were paid.

Everything came with a trade-off, and for Zack and Goku, the time to be able to relax was coming to an end.

Zack always dreaded the coming of move-in week. The town was already starting to flood with students who graduated and didn't go anywhere, meaning that summers weren't quite as lackadaisical as they used to be, and it seemed that each new crop to arrive at the university was cheaper than the last, meaning a lack in tips, and thus, no extra reward for all of the extra work that he had to do.

If he could only reconcile with his dedication to the place and find the motivation to quit, his finances were in great shape, and he'd never have to look back over his shoulder.

However, the bar provided him with an all-too-necessary resource that he wasn't willing to give up on, just yet, and Goku happened to be at the very top of his totem pole, anymore.

"That's three more Long Island's, Goku! Be snappy and don't spill a drop!"

Friday nights grew crazier with the passing days, and as the school year approached, more and more students were coming out of the woodwork. It was fairly common that students didn't wait for the official move-in weekend to come to the campus anymore, and Zack was preparing for the sudden flood of students, even if the owner of the bar wasn't paying any attention.

Even the other employees had no idea what they were in for, and for once, Goku wasn't the only person being yelled at.

"Swanson! I need a couple of rum and colas down here! Smith, go grab me a few bottles of Spitz Ale!"

Zack was barking orders to everyone, but he was barking them fairly, and given the kind of relationship that Goku had with his manager, he had to wonder just what kind of punishment his new coworkers were being subjected to. Like many college bars, the establishment had a high turnaround rate, and more often than not, seniors that were on the verge of graduating got a job, worked for a few weekends, and moved on as quickly as they could.

Goku and Zack were the only ones remaining from a heavily rotated lineup, and they were picking up all of the slack that they could as four employees tried to balance food, drinks and service for well over fifty thirsty patrons.

The complaints were piling up fast as the new trainees continued to fail at their work, and though Goku could see it getting on Zack's nerves, the doberman didn't have the luxury to take them in the back and strap them into bondage, as much as he might have wanted to. Instead, his eyes burned a more furious shade of chocolate than usual, and his teeth were in a nearly constant grit as he ran about the bar, addressing every question and complain that he could get to.

Despite everything that he was juggling, somehow, the canine was able to keep a clock in the back of his mind, and even the experienced Goku was sweating bullets when he finally heard the magic words: " LAST CALL!"

Zack ruled the bar with an iron fist and brass balls, and when he made a command, it didn't matter if you were working for him, or drinking from him; you were going to listen to what he had to say, and the clamoring audience in the bar was thrown into a frenzy as desperate drunks stormed the bar and began throwing money over each other, begging for their last shot or bottle of the night.

Though he wouldn't admit it out loud, when the dust finally settled and the last of the crowds were shuffling their way out the door, Zack was grateful that all of his employees were planning on coming in the next night, despite expecting more of the same.

"Well, at least they were being generous with the tips tonight...bunch of fucking savages," Zack talked his own customers down as Goku went around the bar and locked the doors from the inside. "Swanson, Smith! It's Friday, so your paychecks are in the mail. Come get your tips...looks like we're all going home with about $95 in cash."

It wasn't the greatest haul that Goku had ever seen, but it sure beat going home with little more than a few singles in his pocket. He knew that the number would keep going up as the weekends carried closer to the school year, and he wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to stroke it out of his Mohawk as he came back from locking the doors, walking right past his new coworkers.

"You think they'll be able to hack it when we get to full swing?" Goku asked, sitting at one of the bar stools as Zack divided the last of the cash tips and slid a pile toward him.

"No...I've got a feeling that we're gonna have to hire a fifth guy, much as it pains me to say it," Zack admitted. "Unless they start picking up the pace with the drinks and show a little damned initiative."

"The only thing those guys are quick to do is run for the doors when the shift is over. What on earth are you doing to them?"

Zack snickered. "Nothing, yet. I know I put you through the ringer right from the start, but you can't risk doing that to all of your new hires. You need to find a few that you can trust to hang around and keep a secret."

"Are they going to get it worse than I am?"

"If they keep on being so useless, you can bet your ass they are."

Goku smiled inwardly. "And that's the only reason, I suppose?"

"You're really fishing for compliments from a guy like me?" Zack asked, cocking a brow at Goku and watching as the fox couldn't keep a wry smile from crossing his lips. "You've either got balls of steel, or you really think that I like your or something."

It wouldn't have been the first time that someone accused Zack of showing affection, and as such was often the case, Goku would have been right to guess such, even if the doberman would never admit it.

"Not fishing for a compliment, Zack. I just thought you might be warming up to me, is all."

"As a coworker? Totally. You're reliable, you're on time every single day, and when I ask you to make a drink, you make it right, instead of screwing up the proportions because you're in a hurry," Zack offered a rare compliment, and even showed his own hints of a tiny smile. "But that's all you're gonna get from me."

"I should have gotten out my phone to record all of that," Goku teased. "I know I won't be hearing it again anytime soon."

"You run the risk of spoiling your employees if you cover them in sugar all of the time, Goku. If you ever want to be a manager around here, you're gonna have to figure that out."

The thought never crossed the mind of the vulpine, though his tail began to pick up and flicker with curiosity as he wondered about how different their relationship might be if he were working as an equal to Zack, instead of beneath him.

It was hard to contemplate such a thing, when Zack did such a wonderful job of keeping him underfoot. "I guess it's just more of my personality to try and be friends with everyone. Can't really help it, you know?"

"I've noticed," Zack gave a gruff reply as he locked the cash register and pocketed his share. "In fact, I've learned a lot about you, and though it pains me to admit it, I've got a small gift from work for you waiting at my apartment...and since you're coming over tonight, you'll get to enjoy it right away."

"A gift? From here?" Goku tilted his head in such bewilderment that his Mohawk shook gently with the gesture. "I thought you said that the piss drunk asshole who owned this place would never even consider giving out gifts our bonuses!"

"He wouldn't," Zack said, "But because he's always so piss drunk, he doesn't really notice when a few things go missing here and there."

Foolish enough to believe that Zack procured a bottle of something fancy from the bar, Goku curled his tail in delight and tried to fantasize about what expensive liquid he'd be getting to sample, that evening.

"That sounds awesome, Zack, but...I wasn't planning on coming over tonight."

Goku could feel the chill of narrow, focused eyes on his flesh as Zack glared. "I wasn't asking, dipshit."

**

Having known Zack for a little over half a year at that point in time, Goku wasn't sure how he could ever forget about the routine that happened almost every time he went over to the apartment of the bossy doberman.

He dodged the mess of clothes and trash that was littered across the landing and the living room floor, got a large, heavy chain wrapped around his neck, and usually, right after, Zack would yank him down and start slamming his cock right into the vulpine's face.

This time, Zack changed things up just enough that Goku was left off guard, and instead of being forced to his knees, he was tugged down the hallway, into the shower that he'd become very familiar with in the recent months.

Unlike most showers, which were getting into the trend of having multiple heads or spouts, this one had only a single, detachable head, but it had multiple hooks and tie-downs coming out of the tiles on the wall, allowing Zack to trap anyone that he felt deserved a punishment, or, to hold someone still as he gave them his own version of a cleansing.

"Okay. Now get on your fucking knees," Zack ordered Goku into place, as the fox was foolish enough to kneel down in the living room before he was instructed. The shirt that he wore to the bar that night was coated in a mess of spilled alcohol and soda, so he wasn't much worried when Zack simply shredded it apart with his claws, leaving only tatters of flesh hanging from his arms, but he noticed that the doberman threw his jeans out the window, casting his wallet and phone into the parking lot below.

He wouldn't normally object to being naked, but the methods that Zack used were getting more and more severe, and the grinning canine showed no remorse for the phone that was likely broken, and the wallet that could be stolen.

"I don't think you stole a shower from work," Goku pointed out, feeling a hint of aggression from Zack's methods.

The vulpine was never foolish enough to make a joke at the doberman before, and though he half expected to feel a harsh, heavy smack across the side of his muzzle, the pain never came.

"I'd say that I didn't, but...in a way, I most certainly did," Zack argued. "You didn't bother looking above your head, did you?"

The white ceiling of the bathroom did a great job of hiding another white material, that of bulging, amorphous plastic. There was some kind of liquid wiggling and bouncing around inside of it, and each time Zack gave it a quick, playful flicker with his claw, it looked as though the fluid within was ready to burst out and flood the floor of the shower.

Goku's eyes shrunk down with panic as he realized what Zack must be plotting, but the chain around his neck kept him submissive as it was latched to the floor, and the second length that tied his arms behind his back made sure that he wouldn't be able to block any of the mess from getting on his body.

"We're going to play a little game, Goku...and it's my gift to you; a little show of knowledge, and just how well I've gotten to know you since we started working together. You don't have any problem with that, right?"

"I...I c-can't win this game, can I?"

"Of course you can! Whether you're going to or not is up to you, honestly...I like to make sure that my property has the right to make a choice every now and then, or answer a question or two."

The bondage was already excessive, keeping Zack firmly planted on his knees and desperate to wiggle free.

The added touch of a blindfold kept Zack from being able to see the terror in his eyes, but the quivering of his lower lip spoke volumes that his eyes would have tried to hide.

"The game is very simple, Goku. I'm gonna cut a tiny hole in that bag up there, and each time I ask you a question, if you answer truthfully, I'll aim whatever is in there away from you...but if you lie, I'll leave the flow right over your head, and keep it going until you tell me the truth again."

Just because the rules of the game seemed simple and fair didn't mean that Goku had any real chance. Quite to the contrary, he knew that he was going to be a terrible mess before the night was over, no matter how he answered, but he would still try to keep honesty in mind; he could at least soften the blow of punishment, if he did.

"Do you understand?"

Goku nodded faintly, his muzzle still quivering. "Y-yes, master."

Though they usually stood tall, Goku's ears began to flatten against the back of his head as he picked up the sound of claws rustling the side of the bag, until he finally heard a slow, subtle riiiiip into the material.

He expected the dripping to start right away, and given his hatred for the substance, he could just imagine it being the gross, plastic cheese that they put on everything under the sun, and his disgust reached the point that he could almost feel the stuff spilling over his ears...but it was nothing more than his imagination.

"You're quaking like such a little bitch," Zack murmured, as he kept the hole in the bag tilted up, literally holding Goku's messy fate in his paws. "Did you think I was just gonna open with that? No...you like the abuse too much, kid. I wouldn't just dive right in like that."

Zack's approach to bondage and domination truly was the complete package. He could have put Goku in this position without using a single chain, thanks to the way that he'd mentally broken the fox down over the preceding months...but it was so much more fun to leave them on, and it added a subtle reminder that whatever mental strength Goku would muster wouldn't matter, regardless.

Once he had control of your mind, Zack took your body and twisted it to whatever his whims desired, and right then, he saw exactly what he wanted from Goku: A trembling, nervous wreck that wasn't even being subjected to a real punishment yet. He was like a nervous child, wincing his eyes closed and looking away from the doctor as he was given a tiny, painless needle, and Zack alone held that power over him.

"First question, Goku. Did you serve anyone at the bar an Old Fashioned while I was watching?"

The question was hardly fair; Goku had no idea when Zack was actually looking over his shoulder that evening, and he'd only served two of the drinks, to a particularly exotic looking hybrid with orange stripes and white hair.

Now, the fox was cursing himself for not looking over his own back the entire night.

"N...no?"

Finally, the flood came, as warm, gooey liquid poured down in a painfully slow trickle and began spilling into Goku's Mohawk. Blindfolded to keep him technically unaware of what the substance was, Goku could feel that it was still somewhat warm, and it oozed like molasses as it began running over the back of his neck and over his cheeks.

His assumptions that it was the fake, plastic cheese alone were enough to make him quake with disgust, but that was all part of Zack's plan: He easily could have told the fox the truth, or a lie from the very beginning, but if he allowed Goku to make his own guesses, they would be worse than anything the doberman could have come up with.

"Zero for one, Goku...you're off to a rough start," Zack taunted his trapped submissive. "I figured the fact that I gave you a specific drink name was a sign that I definitely watched you make it, but maybe you thought I was trying to trick you?"

Unsure if that was supposed to garner an answer, Goku stayed silent on his knees as the mysterious goop spilled over his quaking muzzle.

"Let's try this again. Second question: I gave you $95 as your share of the tips this evening. True or false?"

Goku's ears perked just a little bit, flicking some of the substance on the walls of the shower as he nodded as much as he could with a heavy chain around his neck. "That's true, you gave me exactly $95 when we left!"

The flow came to a rather abrupt stop, but the pause was little more than a tease, as Zack was simply changing the trajectory. More of the dastardly mixture spilled down and coated Goku's chest and the middle of his abdomen as Zack aimed the bag, making sure that some of the mess would reach down far enough to trickle over the vulpine's sheath.

He was sure that he could get a proper rise out of the fox, if his aim was precise enough.

"I d-don't...don't understand!"

"You seem to have forgotten the part where I threw your pants out the window, Goku. Did you think I was just doing that to be a dick?"

That one was a trick question, and Goku wisely left it alone, opting to shudder in place with frustration as his thighs were coated in a heavy layer of the lukewarm flood until Zack spoke again.

"Well, I was being a dick, but it was a calculated move. When I threw your pants out the window, your money was still in them, so...I never really gave it to you, because I just took it right back anyway!"

Feeling as if he should have seen the trick coming, Goku sighed heavily under the flood, but the sound didn't escape Zack, who ripped a larger hole in the bag when he heard it. The unidentified mess poured over Goku, spilling over his arms and shoulders, leaving scarcely any surface on his body untouched, and overwhelming him with a sense of pure hatred for Zack...and yet, his body didn't even begin to struggle against the bondage.

"Really? You're just gonna kneel there and take it?" Zack asked, as he began to strip away his clothes, unbeknownst to Goku. "You're not even gonna try and sneak out of those chains, big guy?"

Goku knew that he was being mocked, and he was sure that the doberman was just testing him, but he wasn't one to ignore the truth, either. "There's no point...it's not like I can break through this stuff, and even if I could, I can't overpower you."

"So you're saying that you're weak and helpless, covered in the thing that you hate most on the floor of my shower, just wishing you could lash out and slit my throat for putting you through something so terrible?"

Though he couldn't see through the blindfold, Goku could just imagine the teasing, awful smirk that was painted upon Zack's lips. "All except for that last bit...it's all true."

"Well...whaddaya know."

"Huh?"

Zack let out a heavy, melodramatic sigh as he stepped out of his jeans and pulled his boxers down to the floor, letting them sit in the same mess that he'd covered his employee in. "We've got a winner, ladies and gentlemen. Took him until the final question to get one right, though."

Acting under the impression that there was no way to win the game, Goku was filled with legitimate shock, to the point that he gulped down a lump in his throat and tilted his head, for the little bit of range of motion that he had. "I...w-wait, what?!"

"I told you that you were able to win the game, Goku. Don't tell me that you didn't believe me!"

"I know you just said not to, but...no, Zack. I honestly didn't believe you."

"Goku, I know I can be a real cruel bastard every now and again, but damn...the key to being a good dom is to always be fair, and let a submissive come to their own conclusions!"

Though the sight remained under his fur, Goku could feel a warmth of humble embarrassment spreading through his cheeks as he gave a subtle nod. "But then...why all of this torture? Why on earth would you put me through all of this under the premise of a gift?"

"Two reasons," Zack quickly shot back. "First and foremost, you might hate that nasty, cheese shit...but something about being covered in it gets you off, whether you like it or not," Zack reminded him, and Goku felt a set of skillful pawpads rubbing against his messy, coated balls, and up along the length of his slowly growing member, as Zack put his footpaw to good use. "And second of all, you still have a bonus question to answer."

The entire experience left Goku aroused, but drained, just as Zack was hoping for. "Do...do I have to?"

"Yes, you do."

Heavy, throbbing and warm, Goku winced as he felt Zack slapping his cock down against the bridge of his muzzle. It pushed and smeared through the sticky, warm mess that was sinking into Goku's fur, and the fox tried to bite back on his gag reflex as he knew what was coming.

His jaws resisted, trying to stay clenched together, but Zack easily pried the bottom lip open and pressed the tip of his thick, tapered member to Goku's tongue. What little bits of resistance he had left were shattered as Zack pounded his hips forward and sunk the front half of his cock into the vulpine's maw, and Goku came almost immediately to a stark realization, as Zack readied the final question.

"What did I just cover you in, you ungrateful little fuck?"

Though it was warm, gooey and a terrible mess, just like the cheese that he so desperately hated, Goku should have known the substance by scent right from the start; Zack had him so focused on the feel of the stuff that he didn't bother to think of the smell.

Pushing his member forth until Goku was forced to gag around it, Zack waited to feel his trapped fox struggling before he pulled back, spilling a little trail of saliva to the floor of the shower. "It's...nnnk... it's t-that weird ice cream mix..."

"Sure is! Told you that I was getting you a gift, but you just wouldn't believe your dear ol' boss, now, would you?"

Zack's trick all along was to put the onus of belief on Goku, forcing him to create his own terrible, horrid fantasy from the start, and judging by the way that precum leaked from the tip of the vulpine's manhood and mingled with the puddle of vanilla-flavored juices on the floor, it seemed that the doberman was able to bring the fox near to the point of orgasm without so much as touching him, and that he'd tapped into parts of Goku's mind that the fox was nervous to explore, himself.

Just coming to the realization forced a quiet gasp out of Goku, and Zack snickered as he realized the conclusion that he must have been coming to.

"But I s-should have, shouldn't I?"

" Bingo, kid. I'll beat your ass black and blue because it's what you want, but I do it out of fairness, Goku...you're only being punished because you wouldn't believe me."

Zack's entire game was a mind trick, and Goku knew that the so-called fairness that he spoke of was little more than an illusion. For what it was worth, however, Zack was always honest, and though he was terribly brutal, he'd given Goku every opportunity to walk away, before he got into this world.

Now that he was too deep to escape, he was happily drowning, and his lips almost had time to curl into a smile before Zack slammed his hips forward once more and buried almost the entirety of his impressive cock in Goku's muzzle.

"If you ever doubt me again, next time, it will be the cheese, and I won't wait to come back to the apartment to do it," Zack warned. He knew that Goku couldn't possibly respond as the fox struggled to take inch after inch of pulsing, canine flesh, and he embraced the nice, quiet evening at home as he turned on the shower and allowed it wash away the sticky, artificially flavored mess before it had a chance to soak into Goku's fur.

Bobbing his head as much as he could in chains, Goku's lessons in obedience were finally complete, and the fox knew that the training wheels were coming off. Merely having to unhinge his jaw and try to take every inch of Zack's tool was going to be a cake walk compared to what the doberman had in store for him in the near future, but he was trying not to worry about the fact, right then.

He was actually enjoying the sensation of the tapered tip slipping back and forth over the back of his throat, and tickling his gag reflex. He began to moan as he felt Zack rubbing the rough, tired pads of his footpaws against the underside of his sensitive cock, providing a footjob that was every bit as painful as it was pleasurable.

Even when cum began leaking from the corners of his muzzle and spilling down over the sides of his neck, and Zack gripped him tightly by the Mohawk to keep him in place, Goku could only moan with delight and inward satisfaction, knowing that he'd passed the final test to become the top male in Zack's stable.

Swallowing the plentiful, tasty seed was akin to signing a contract, and as Zack held Goku by the hair and pulled his cock free, forcing the fox to watch as some of the yield went to waste, spilling down over his chin, he offered a rare, soft smile down to him.

"Take the day off tomorrow night, Goku."

The fox let out a quiet, curious rumble as he looked up to Zack, still unable to see through his blindfold.

"You're going to need all of the energy you can muster to handle me when I take out the frustration of a typical Saturday night on your ass."