Laughing Burgers

The Laughing Burgers is a burger bar known by their delicious meals... but they got a bad reputation because of their lazy cook, Mr. Ricardo. 

The guy was terrible, I mean, he is really talented on making burgers, and they're delicious, but he was always late, delays the orders to smoke cigar outside the bar and was always shirtless inside the kitchen. Well, this last thing attracted some bear loving gay clients who loved to watch him work while waiting for their order at least. He's an overweight but muscular build dude.

One of those clients had an idea to make the orders come faster and with good quality: build an ankle stocks in a wall between the salon and the kitchen and lock Mr. Ricardo's feet on it while he cooks. If a client's order arrives late, they would sit on the desk beside where his feet are trapped and punish him with tickling. It's not comfortable for the cook but, what the hell, the guy had to be disciplined. And the name of the place is "Laughing Burgers", why not place a big and meaty pair of ticklish muscle bear feet available for fetishist clients?

After some time, the burger bar hired another better (and competent) cook team and our dear Mr. Ricardo became the Laughing Burger's "mascot" and "attraction", where he would be placed behind a glass window everyday, dressed as he used to be when he was running the kitchen, with his bare feet locked in the ankle stocks, staring on every one with anticipation. And if the kitchen somehow delays the order, the client is allowed to sit beside his feet and tickle torture him as long as they want. And oh how the kitchen loves to delay them on purpose because Ricardo is constantly rude to them, telling their burgers are crap and they were better "before my feet became a circus attraction".

But Mr. Ricardo doesn't really mind it. He spends everyday chilling, watching football matches at YouTube on his phone (and arguing on twitter, sometimes loud!), smoking his cigars and drinking beer inside his little room (which adds to the character, as he's now the "mascot"). And he is cashing better than when he ran the kitchen, and he just has to endure a little tickle torture and eventual foot worshipping from some crazy foot fetishists. Also, he yelled one time when he was drunk and tickled all day that he's starting to LOVE having his feet touched.

What a dream job!