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"Have you ever done anything like this before, kid?"

The boy hesitated before admitting, "No. Not... I mean, I've had sex, and I've sucked cock before. But not the... The boots. That was new."

"Did you like it?"

Blushing yet again, the kid glanced down at his half-hard cock and mumbled, "I would've thought that was obvious."

Finally, Rick asked a question he almost never asked the boys who were brought to his office with fake ID's. He flicked the burned-down cigarette away, reached out to slide a hand through the boy's sweat-damp hair and asked, "What's your name?"

"Benjamin."

Rick's hand slid down the nape of the boy's neck, watching as he shivered under the light touch, and then down the curve of his shoulder to his arm, and finally grasped his elbow, helping the kid to his feet. "I'm Rick," he murmured, pulling the boy into his lap, letting him straddle his thighs. "I have a question for you." The boy - no, Benjamin - just watched him. "Have you ever thought about being someone's slave boy? And just belonging to them?" It was no surprise to him when Benjamin just turned beet red and shook his head. "I'd thought not. I'd like you to be mine, though. You're fuckin' perfect, with that sweet little mouth and I'm sure your ass is even sweeter. Then there's your body and I love a boy with long hair," tugging on it to make a point, "and you got hard off of licking my goddamn boots. I haven't found a boy other than you who liked that. So I got a proposal for you."