The Big City
#1 of The Big City
It was a calm winter night in the Big City. Tim shivered a bit as he walked into a club from off the cold main street. He quickly went over to the bar and looked to the bartender.
"Hey!"
The Ursine smiled at the young otter and walked over.
"Hey, you too. What can I get for you tonight?"
Tim grinned and replied. "Well, you can start with a cold beer and end with some good advice on were a good, steady job can be got."
The Bear smiled and winked as he plunked a tankard down in front of the young otter.
"How about here? We need someone to wait tables."
Tim smiled in relief. "Oh good...when can I start?"
The Bear looked over at the clock. "Now would be good, it is about time for the end-of-work rush."
Tim nodded and then frowned. "Does that mean that I can't finish my drink?"
The Bear laughed again. "No, go ahead and finish. But no more until quitting time, alright? I want my employees sober."
Tim nodded firmly and drank a long gulp.
"Right! Now, which tables do you need me to wait?"
The Bear made a wide, sweeping gesture, indicating the entire room as patrons started to sift in.
"Those."
Tim nodded and tipped back his drink.
"When you are finished with that drink, go into the back. I'll have my daughter take care of the specifics, as well as your uniform."
Tim nodded and then finished his drink. As the Bear went down the bar to attend to another patron, a suave looking Tiger, Tim set his cup down. Getting up, the young otter went into the back to get his job's specifics. Tim waited for the daughter to come. He paced a bit as he waited. Finally, hewas about to go look for the owner, when he was approached but the most beautiful female he had ever seen.
Her voice was like crystallized honey, sweet, but hard. Defiantly no-nonsense.
"Daddy tells me that we have some new help. Is that you?"
Tim swallowed a few times and nodded.
"Good. Here is your uniform. You will need to wear it from now on." She handed the otter a small piece of clothing. "It may be the wrong size for you, I had to guess your size from daddy's description."
I took the clothing and gasped a bit at what I saw. "I-I can't wear this!"
The female looked over the stunned otter's shoulder.
"Why? Is it too small?"
Tim looked back at the female. "Y-you could say that! This covers practically nothing!"
The young fem nodded. "Yes, that is the point. If you are going to work here, you will need to be astatically pleasing to the patrons."
Tim choked a bit at that. "I am sure that the patrons would not like looking at my ass that much!" He said wryly, trying to find some humor in the situation.
The Fem looked at Tim and began to laugh.
"What is so funny?" Tim demanded, mystified.
"Oh cutie!" The female gasped out, "This is a gay club! The patrons pay good money for the privilege to look at the asses of cute males! And..." Here she gave the stupefied otter a gentle nudge, "not just to look either!"
Tim was stunned. "B-but. I am not gay..."
The female took a few breaths to calm down before shrugging. "Then you will not be expected to accept the side business that we offer to some of the patrons."
The young otter was obviously confused, until he thought about it. A deep blush ran across his face as he stammered.
"Y-you meant-that someone would offer me m-money t-to sleep with them?"
The female shrugged. "Not necessarily sleep. Most of the time it is just a quickie. Jump on, ride for a bit and then get off."
Tim blushed ever more at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of others. And yet, deep down, he found the prospect an...exciting one.
She smiled at the expression on the young otter face "There are furs, though, that will offer to take you home. That costs extra."
She then shrugged and started to walk away. "If you need any help, call my father or me."
She then held up a paw to stop his next question. "You call my father Henry, and I'm Margaret."
The female then bustled off and Tim shrugged out of his clothing, slipping on the apron type garment. It covered even less of him then he thought it would. As he looked at himself in the mirror that was on one wall, he realized that if he got an erection, all would know just by looking.
As he thought about that, he felt a rush of excitement travel up his spine.
Swallowing deeply, Tim turned to the door.
"Off to work I go." Mustering his courage, he pushed open the door and walked through.
Tim's first night was hectic, but he managed not to mess up any orders or drop anything. The hardest part by far was memorizing the table numbers. He was also a big hit with the patrons, being called over again and again to re-fill drinks...
In that one night alone Tim received more smiles and complements then he had in his entire life, not to mention very generous tips... The young otter was feeling more than a little heady, when something happened to bring him back down to earth.
At closing time, he was approached by a patron, a Fox.
"Hey sexy how about you come home with me? I promise it'll befun?"
Tim gulped and backed away slowly.
"N-no thank you S-sir. I don't do that sort of thing. I j-just...wait tables and sweep up after, maybe wash dishes. I don't do that sort of thing."
The patron looked disappointed. He was clearly about to try to convince the young otter to see things his way, when he looked behind his prey. The expression of lust on the patrons face faded. Tim yelped softly as the owner walked up behind him and put a protective paw on his shoulder.
"He said 'no' Luc. Leave him alone."
The patron did not even try to argue. Without a word, he turned and left.
"T-thank you sir" Tim murmured gratefully.
The large Bear smiled warmly at the young otter.
"No problem! It is the job of an employer to keep those under him safe and productive."
Despite the harrowing experience, Tim stayed on. Over time, he began to enjoy the attentions that the males visited on him. A pat on the shoulder, a rub on the head, he even grew to like the occasional slap on his rump.
Tim had been working at the club for about three months, when something happened to open his eyes to another aspect of himself.
The day began like so many others, the patrons clamoring for him to come take their orders. An almost silly smile was on the otter's lips as he waited the tables, serving food and poring drink. It was then he decided to try something that he had never had the courage to dobefore. Usually, he walked along the edges and picked up the cups to fill them.
On an impish whim, he winked at the patrons and leaned over to pour the drink. He could hear soft moans as his tail lifted a bit to counter-balance him, almost but not quite, allowing his tailhole to be exposed.As he left one of the tables, one of the patrons whispered, "Oh gods...."
At the table opposite of where he had done his trick, there were seated several patrons of the feline persuasion.
Tim looked over and gave the panther a dazzling smile. It was then that he felt the paw on his ass. Smiling at the tiger, who was clearly in distress, his pants tenting so hard the fabric was almost ripping. Tim let him squeeze and stroke his ass for a bit, before slapping lightly at the paw with his thick tail.
The tiger did not remove his paw. The large feline squeezed and rubbed all the harder. A slow blush rose in Tim's face as a small moan escaped his throat. It just felt so good!
"I have watched that ass of yours since day one..." The tiger rasped, his voice raw with lust.
"And now...now I am going to see how it feels...clamped around my cock..."
Tim whimpered softly as he was pulled into the Tiger's lap. His whimpers increased as the Tiger began to squeeze both of his ass cheeks, digging his claws in a bit and pulling them wide, drawing a little blood as he did so.
Tim's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned as his otter cock slid out of its furry holder, swaying and pulsing in plain view.
The other patrons at the table were busy pawing off to the sight, beads of pre already appearing on their tips.
In an attempt to escape, Tim put his paws on his tormentor's chest and tried to push away.
This lasted all of two seconds.
Then a wave of heat, unlike anything he had ever felt before, thenrushed through the young otter's veins. He gasped, his eyes opening wide, before starting to moan loudly.
At the bar, the owner saw Tim's plight and came to his rescue.
The tiger was oblivious to the Ursine's approach until Tim was yanked from his clutches, and a massive roundhouse knocked him from his chair.
"Lay off, Demetir. He is not one of your toys."
The Tiger scrambled to his feet, coughing up some blood and a tooth.
"He wanted it! Didn't you hear him moaning for me to continue?!"
The owner glared at the feline.
"Really? Was that before or after the stuff you smearedon those overly manicuredclaws of yours took effect?"
The tiger looked startled and then affronted.
"H-how? How...What aretalking about?"
The barkeeper scoffed loudly as he pointed a blunt claw at the door.
"Never mind how I know. You are not welcome here anymore. Leave now!"
The Tiger was clearly incensed, but he was not stupid. He knew that he would be unable to win the fight. So he stood and walked stiffly, in more ways than one,out of the club.
The Ursine then turned his attention back to the gently squirming otter under his arm.
From a shadowed corner, a Lupine watched as the Barkeep took the young otter outside.
In the ally next to the club, there was a large wire cage. When business had be rough, the owner had raised some livestock in the cage, one or two at a time. Now it had another purpose. The Ursine padlocked Tim into the cage. He then left the key next to him, so that when the otter regained his facilities, he would be able to let himself out and get back to work.
"The hunt....has begun." The lupine whispered to himself, as he stood and left through the front door.
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Tim awoke with a blinding headache. Groaning softly, he held his head tight, trying to ease away the hammering going on inside his head.
As the pain diminished, the young otter began to look around. The realization that he was in a cage, brought a startled yelp, followed by a louder groan, as his head slammed against the roof of the cage.
It was then that he felt the key in his right paw. He looked at it, and he realized what had happened. He felta sheepishsmile to form on his face, accompanied by a bright blush. Using the key, he unlocked the door and crawled out.
"I really hope I did not make an ass out of myself back there"
Watching from the end of the ally, the Wolf made note of the cage, and its position. "I....can wait..."
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That day taught Tim a very valuable lesson, but it was by no means the last. Again and again, patrons resorted to chemicals means to get him to fuck. The keen eye of the father and daughter kept him relatively safe, so the patrons never penetrated. But one day that changed. Two patrons, working in tandem, successfully drugged him and then began to get him to pleasure them. It was a bit before the father caught on, but when he did, his wrath was frightening. This time, however, as the bear dragged the in-heat otter to the cages in the back, the tip of the otter's tail was stung by a dart, that soon fell out and lost between the floorboards. The Wolf stood, paid his tab, and walked out the door. "The hunt....has begun...."
Waking up with a headache in a cage was nothing new to the otter, but for some reason, this time, he had trouble focusing his eyes. As he stood up, the world began to spin. He did not even feel the prick of the second dart, or its delivery of its payload. A small, but potent psychotropic. First, his body became numb, and then super sensitive, followed by his head beginning to spin.
Through his disorientation, he noted somefur drawing near. Scent came long before sight, so the young otter knew that it was a Lupine. Suddenly, an unreasoning fear enveloped him.
He ran.
It was difficult for Tim to breath in the cold, crisp air. Running hard, the young otter sobbed for breath, his legs burning.
"L-leave me alone!" He shouted over his shoulder at his pursuer.
Un-rebuffed, the massive lupine continued to draw closer, his smooth, almost liquid gait eating up the distance between the predator and his prey. Seeing a dark alley loom up ahead, the terrified otter darted in. The hunter saw where his prey had gone and slowed his pace to a leisurely walk. A calm smile could be seen on his muzzle.
"You won't get away from me that way, my prey..."
Tim's cries of denial as he ran up against the dead end were heartrending. The young otter put his paws up on the wall of the dead end, as if he could just push it over and escape.
"So, there you are..." Tim could not even turn to face the speaker. Sobbing, he sank to his knees, paws still on the wall, scrabbling weakly against the rough brick.
"Help!" The otter wailed "Please, some fur! Help!"
Smiling the lupine took a small, pre-prepared needle out of its sterilized plastic cover.
"No-fur will come," the large lupine said softly, his voice carrying effortlessly "You are on your own."
The predictable lunge for freedom was not very well executed. The overall tensing of the otter's body screamed the fact of an imminent attempt to bolt. Calmly, the lupine sidestepped the onrushing youth.
Tripping him neatly with his foot, the lupine broke the otter's fall with one paw, while slapping the base of the youth's tail his with the other, injecting the small needles payload. This time, a potent tranquilizer was shotinto the otter's rump. Scooping up the violently struggling youth, the lupine waited calmly for the injection to take effect.
Tim struggled against his captor, even as the world began to stretch and skew. The young otter's struggles grew weaker and weaker, until his eyes rolled up into his head and, with a soft moan,lapsed into a deep sleep in his captor's arms. Readjusting how he was holding the youth, the lupine calmly walked out of the ally, his prize held safely in his arms. Arriving at his car, the lupine gently applied the metal restraints to the otter, binding his arms behind his back and his ankles together, just in case the drug wore off at an unexpected time.
"Sleep deep and dream sweet, my virgin prize,"
Thehunter whispered into the unconscious otter's ear,
"For when you awake, I will begin to use you in ways you have only dreamed of..."
He deposited his trophy in the back seat, wrapping the otter snugly in a thick, warm blanket to ward off the chill air.