“Welcome to CRALE tech assistance booth. Please state your name and purpose of visit.” A robotic voice said from behind the dimly lit screen. The only thing on it was a spinning CRALE tech company logo.

“My name is Dagga, employee number 12106171. Requesting key reacquisition and immediate extraction” I said dryly. I always hated these things. Say one wrong word and suddenly you were off to HR for a psych eval or something.

I had to wait for a few seconds until a chime alerted me that the screen had changed. Now on it were my employee details, everything from my physical to the last known whereabouts, strange.

“Employee identified; contract states 1 year as a vault guard, and only six months until key acquisition. Truancy detected in the last 3 months; Is this correct?” The voice said matter of factly as if taunting me.

“Yes I know that, but you damn well know I was kidnapped along with the keys and the contents of the vault, thus I am also requesting an extraction!” I said practically slamming on the small desk in the cramped cubicle. I was already small for a rodent of my size, and I could only imagine how larger furs can fit in this cramp space.

“Please refrain from violent outbursts. Any damage done to the assistance booth will be docked from your pay or add time to the contract” Said the voice as a red exclamation sign briefly flashed on screen before flickering away.

“Please, I just want to get a new key!” I was weeping at this point. The bandits were no stranger to torture, and this damned cage on my cock was just up their alley.

“Please present CRALE tech brand cage for assessment” I never thought I’d be embarrassed in front of a computer, let alone in such a small space. But if it meant I could get the blasted thing off, so be it.

I stand on my tip toes and unzip my recently acquired jumpsuit. The zipper went all the way down from my neck to my crotch, showing I wore nothing underneath except the damned company assigned chastity cage.

I blushed as I imagined how I looked in this small cubicle. My cock out on a table with a camera staring directly at it. Suddenly two little mechanical arms protruded from below the screen and began to inspect the cage.

A warm red light emanated from said manipulators as they began to scan my crotch. The red light was no match for the red coming from my cheeks at the thought of this perverted company getting a scan of my nethers. Another ding and the small arms retreated back into their hole.

“Cage has been tampered with and a key is not required. Unlocking will cost around 500,00 credits as well as a fine for tampering with company property” Said the voice leaving me dumbfounded, I didn’t have that kinda cash, especially why I was working this damned job. Heck, even a year’s worth of hazard pay wouldn’t cover the cost.

“I didn’t tamper with it!” I scream into the screen “The bandits did!” To which the screen only went back to loading as if deciding what to say.

“Duly noted, will direct this call to a CRALE tech representative for further processing, please hold for inspection” I sighed thinking I’d have better luck trying to get the cage off someplace else. That is until I realized the cage was magnetically sealed onto the table, practically trapping me in place, unless I suddenly lose the need for my bits that is.

“Hello, hello, is this thing on?” Suddenly I became all the more embarrassed of my situation as the automated voice from before was replaced by a real living being. I could only try and hide my face as the screen turned on.

“It says here an employee seeking cage removal after tampering? Employee name Dagga? Is this correct?” The voice said with an air of professionalism. To which I meekly replied with a nod, my hands falling to the side forgetting my file, name, and probably picture were all in the company database.

Getting a clear look at the screen showed a professional looking goat with a pair of glasses, had this been a different situation, might’ve asked him for his name and a drink at the saloon. And it's probably not great not showing off my cock on our first meeting. 

“Well, you say bandits tampered with it, and wish for it to be removed?” the goat continued, his voice sounding smoother and smoother with every question. Which I only replied with another meek nod, imagining how he looked under his uniform. I felt pre leak from my needy member, it had been 9 months since the last time I properly came.

“Looks like this report says you were reportedly caught not on the job for the last few months, care to explain?” There was a grin on his face, it seemed he was the type to enjoy these kinda interviews. I had to muster up the courage to both speak and clear the lust fogging my mind.

“As I told the bot before, I had no choice in the matter as I was taken hostage” I tried to look imposing saying that, but having my caged cock stuck on the table seemed to have the opposite effect.

“Do you have any evidence of hostage taking? We have reports of the vault robbery, but no reports say you didn’t willingly join them. Am I right?” My jaw practically hit the floor at the notion of being a part of the heist. I was dumbfounded, joining them? They took me hostage! 

“Lucky for you, there’s a new special technique for just this situation,” The goat said slyly “That is if you’re willing to pay for it”

“Whatever it is, to prove my innocence, I’ll happily pay for it!” My words left my mouth before I could register what I said. I hope I won't regret this.

“Good, get comfortable. We’re going on a trip through memory lane” Suddenly a helmet and visor dropped from a hatch above me. Had I not been forced to stand I would’ve fallen on my ass on impact.

A colorful golden light suddenly filled my vision, the screen from before blending with the light and its gray background, all mixing until it suddenly all went dark.

I tried to blink a  few times, and after a few minutes, golden light filled my vision. I was now outside, looking around it was an all too familiar scene, one I got to know all too well for six months. What was I doing outside the vault?

“Welcome to CRALE tech’s new and improved memory recall helmet” I heard the goat’s voice chime in as if on some sort of comm system “This device forces you to recall past events for posterity, all recorded events are kept on record for future reference when needed”

“Oh, so like, to see what I saw?” I asked with naivete, still unsure of what the goat meant.

“Yeah something like that, just be sure to do what you did and the simulation will do the rest” With that I did what I usually did and went to my guard post, waiting for the bandits to eventually come.

I felt time went on slower the longer I waited, knowing something was about to happen. The uncomfortable weight of the company mandated cage between my legs felt even worse as the heat beat itself down on me making me sweat under the smoldering sun of this distant space rock.

I uncomfortably shuffled in place, sure there were unseen eyes watching me. Judging my every action, maybe even enjoying the sight. I felt my cage tighten as my cock began to stir at the thought of someone watching me live through something I would rather not get into company records.

“Let’s speed things up a bit, shall we?” The voice chimed before everything suddenly moved twice the speed. I suddenly felt myself walk back to my guard booth. The sudden sped up world reminded me of something I forgot to mention in my previous report.

Time began to slow down back to normal speed as I sat in the guard’s booth, rifle on the table and hands hooked on the waistband of my work uniform. An audible “tsk, tsk, tsk” came from the voice as I unwillingly continued to relive the memories of the moment.

Soon my overalls and underwear were a heap around my ankles, one hand on my ass while the other uselessly tugging at the incessant cage. I could hear the all too familiar grunts and moans coming from my mouth as I slowly slipped a digit deeper into my ass. I had been understandably pent up ever since I took this job. 

Pre leaked from the cage tip of the cage. An all too familiar feeling I would never have come accustomed to. The other guards told me a secret on how to cum with only my ass, I only became a leaky mess when I tried it though, never had enough reach.

My moaning grew louder and louder while the cage felt tighter and tighter around my loins. I could feel eyes bore into my soul as I uselessly tried to get release playing with myself. My pent up lust was the end of me as a knock on the booth’s window threw me off my focus and off my chair.

“Have you had your fun yet?” a masked face said from the other side of the glass “I know I haven’t” suddenly the strange figure raised a rifle, its barrel staring straight at me, I didn’t need to be a detective to know what was happening, we were getting robbed.

I felt myself blush like a tomato as I was caught literally with my dick in my hands, caged as it were it felt even more embarrassing. I opted to raise my hands, as any sane fur would in this situation. Slowly my arms went to my head trying to brush by the upper console in an attempt to press the panic button and hopefully close the booth to these hooligans.

“I don’t think so little mousey” The assailant said, eyeing my crotch as he said little “I know all about that panic button. Don’t think we want your private security force finding your hole-riddled corpse now do we?” Fuck, I was out of options without the panic button, especially with my weapon plainly on the table out of reach.

“Now why don’t you take a step out of your booth and we’ll get acquainted” I slowly complied as the rifle was still aimed at my head. I tried to raise my pants at least only for a shot to be fired between my feet “We won’t be needing that, seeing as you really need the attention”

The bandit laughed as I tore away the tatters that were once my pants, the shot already burning a hole where it was shot. The hot winds of the desert planet felt arid against my caged member. I felt my face heat up from both the embarrassment and the sun now high in the sky “There, happy?” I shout at the bandit.

“Very, now let’s go” I turned my back to the mysterious stranger as I walked to the gate to the vault. Before I lost sight of him, I could swear I saw a growing bulge in his well worn pants, and a big one at that. I bit my lip trying to avoid those kinds of thoughts, it was bad enough that I was half naked in the desert, I didn’t need this bandit to see me practically wet with anticipation.

I shivered as I entered my employee code to open the vault gates, not at how the wind picked up, but at the sound of the bandit licking his lips, surely looking at my ass. I clenched my ass in fear, which might’ve only turned the bandit on even more.

Fear was one word to describe what was going through my mind as the gates slowly opened, yet I also felt excitement for some reason. Was it about finally learning what was in the vault I’d been guarding for the past few months? Or was it having a bandit eagerly ogle my ass in broad daylight.

“Get inside” I went inside just as instructed, the sound of my boot clad feet hitting metal only followed by the sound of the bandit’s own following behind me. I shamefully felt my caged cock leak pre just thinking about how I was going into something akin to an alleyway without pants and a presumably pent up bandit following tout suite.

The long hallway felt longer as silence filled the air. I continued to walk, the only sign to continue the ever close sound of the bandit’s footfalls. I could never have imagined that the vault was this deep, and slowly declining deeper into the earth every few feet.

“Stop” The sound of vacuum sealed drawers being opened and their contents being emptied accompanied the command. I slowly turned my head to take a peak at what the bandit was taking only for the sound of the gun cocking itself next to my head to fill my ears.

“Make one false step and you’re mincemeat boyo” The feeling of his warm  breath down the back of my neck did not help with how pent up I was. I felt myself shiver as its warmth slid down my back like an arc of electricity. I could swear I could feel him smile behind me as he eyed my taut balls between my legs.

“What’s your name anyways mister” I attempted to ask through desperate breaths “What’s a fine looking whatever you are doing breaking into a CRALE tech vault all the way out here?”

I turned around slowly as I asked this, pretty sure he didn’t want to kill me. And I was right, for standing before me was a tall handsome scalie with his gun at his hip, holstered but ready for action. And an equally large “blaster” making a bulge in his britches.

“You can call me master '' His voice was like silk without his scarf.  Yet his words served only to puzzle me, that is until I saw him pull something out of his pocket “This here’s the CRALE tech master key, or a copy of it at least”

As if to demonstrate, he proceeded to use the key on a few more locked drawers, all of which opened as soon as he pulled on them. Each one’s contents were then spilled into some sort of bag at his hip, one with a seemingly infinite amount of space as it never seemed to spill even after the third drawer.

“It can open any CRALE tech lock,” he said playfully, gliding the key near my crotch “Anything”

I suddenly felt drawn to the key, a means of release even while still on the stupid contract. A way to finally be free, or so I thought, as soon as I thrust my naked crotch at the key, it just as quickly slipped away and back to the bandit’s pockets, safe and secure.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. How naughty” The bandit said, pulling out a pair of stasis cuffs from who knows where at this point “Hostages don’t get free, even if they are a bit pent up” I suddenly felt his free hand grab me by the balls, coating his hand in a generous coating of my pre.

“Please!” I pleaded “I’ll be good, I won’t even tell them about the key or that I saw you. Just get this damned cage off of me please!” I was at my wit's end, the longest I went without jacking off had been a few days at most, and with it almost being three months of working here, that record went drastically up.

“Let me think about it” the bandit said, pretending to twirl his nonexistent beard. “Do I let you go scot free, free to jack your brains out and report me to your superiors? Or do I take you hostage and fuck your ass back at my hideout. I think we both know the answer, right?

With that, I was cuffed and led back out of the now empty vault with my tail between my legs. Outside we were greeted by a single speeder bike parked by the entrance. I was seated in front of the bandit, my cuffs magnetically sealed to the base of the control panel, and his crotch pressed up against my ass.

“Buckle up!” Were the last words I heard before we suddenly zoomed over sand and desert away from the vault. A field of sorts kept the sand from pelting us, yet behind me was a different story as I felt a growing bulge press itself between my cheeks. I could only blush the rest of the way and leak in my seat as lust continued to cloud my thoughts of escape.

“This is getting quite boring” the familiar voice chimed out of nowhere. Suddenly I felt my body move incredibly faster, events unfolding like someone hit fast forward on a holo tape. My head felt dizzy as the sprawling sandy landscape just sped by as my ass continued to be teased. 

It seemed the company “representative” had found what he was looking for as I found myself face down ass up in the bandit’s safe house, their cock buried deep in my ass. During the ride, a blindfold was placed around my head, as added protection my captor said. I had no idea where I was or who was even fucking me, yet the feeling of the meaty rod being shoved up my bum was all to welcoming.

I could feel every thrust as his large tapered member poked and prodded at my prostate, making me moan louder and louder with every motion. I felt tears stream down my face not from the pain, but at the thought of maybe finally being able to cum after months of working at the sadistic hellscape known as CRALE tech. I mean, Who locks up their own employees, much less their cocks.

The plowing continued thoroughly into the night, my caged cock leaking, its lust unabated. Normally, this memory should be accompanied by our lewd moans echoing through the silence. Yet it was drowned out as I was pulled back into reality. With cock still leaky and a disappointed face on the screen in front of me.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk” The goat had a stern look on his face, not of anger but something along disappointment “Who knew we had such deviants in our ranks? I’m glad all low-level employees had their cages to ensure company loyalty”

I felt like a kid being scolded, I could only look down in disappointment and embarrassment as words eluded my mouth. Looking up, I had finally mustered the courage to talk again, only to be interrupted.

“As your superior, you are officially taken off the workforce for colluding with the robber” I could only stare mouth agape, losing all my confidence at hearing what this blasted goat was saying “You will be hereby relieved of all company property, and your privileges revoked. Have a nice day!”

Just as quickly as the meeting started, I felt mechanical hands grab at me from all sides, forcefully stripping me of what little uniform I already had before throwing me out the way I came in. Have a nice day my ass, I was buck naked in the middle of caravan season.

Before I could walk away, I felt the wind tickle my nethers as it alerted me to the cage still snugly fit between my legs. I immediately try to pry the door to the pod open, hoping to get another call in. Yet it seemed my struggle only drew the attention of caravaners starting to set up their stalls for the day.

With a few catcalls and wolf whistles here and there, I knew I was screwed. And that I needed to find another job, or a good god damned locksmith.