"M-Mister, I can't take all of this money." Ricky sighed, pushing the hundred dollar bill back to Ryan over his desk. "You didn't even get to fuck me, this isn't right."

Ryan pushed the mine back, hazel eyes scanning over Ricky's pale features. "Take it. You did a nice job, the best blow I've ever gotten."

"No! D-Don't say shit like that, it's embarrassing!" Ricky whimpered, hiding his face in his hands.

Ryan sighed, resting his chin on his fist. "You're gonna cry, aren't you?"

Ricky sniffled, "Wh-What?"

Ryan saw the tears in his eyes and sighed. He stood up from his desk, going to Ricky and running a hand down his cheek. "It's okay to cry. It doesn't make you weak... How old are you?"

"S-Seventeen." Ricky replied, leaning into the touch of the man.

Ryan tensed. "You're a minor. You do realize that I could get into trouble for this, correct?"

Ricky nodded. "Yes, Sir... I-I didn't know what else to do, I just-"

"Hush. Look, I can't let you get away. You brought your bag with you, I presume, so here's the deal." Ryan began, "I want you here. For now, you can just work behind my bar, but once you turn eighteen, you're gonna be my little toy."

"What?!"

"I said hush. Now, my little beauty, I know you don't have a home. I know you're hungry, I know you need money. Stay with me, you'll be okay. I'll pay you, house you and feed you." Ryan explained, crouching down to the younger. "Is that okay?"

Ricky thought for a few moments, whimpering softly. He replied by throwing his arms around Ryan's neck, nodding. "Th-Thank you so much!" He cried.

Ryan smirked and rubbed his back. "Anything for you, Kitten."

And so the story unfolds...