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This is a work of fiction. The story within is purely fantasy, and the author strongly condemns all real life instances of hate & violence. All events, places, and characters in this work are fictional; any resemblence to real events, locations, or persons (whether living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

***

"YOU'RE NO SON OF MINE!"

Dustin narrowly dodged being hit by a coffee mug as it sailed through the air, smashing against the wall just a couple inches from his head. A few bits of broken ceramic pelted against his shoulders before falling to the floor.

"AND IF YOU THINK FOR ONE SECOND THAT I'LL LET A GODDAMN FAGGOT LIVE IN MY HOUSE, YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING!"

Dustin's father was standing in the kitchen, hurling obscenities - and glassware - at the teenaged grey kangaroo as he stood in the living room. His mother was sulking by the fridge in the background, giving her son sympathetic looks but remaining far too frightened to confront her husband's rage. His little brother Evan, meanwhile, was hiding under the bed in his room, trying not to cry as he listened to the onslaught of verbal abuse from the other side of the wall.

This had all started a few days ago, on Dustin's eighteenth birthday no less. He had been secretly dating a river otter named Alex for almost a year, and on that day they had decided to make out inside an empty high school classroom. He thought they would have privacy with the door closed, but evidently some lookie-loo student had managed to peek inside without them noticing, taking several photos of him and his boyfriend snogging and posting them on social media. Dustin had spent the rest of the week desperately attempting to ensure that his deeply homophobic father wouldn't see the photos, but this evening Evan inadvertently blurted out his secret while Dad was in earshot. It didn't take long for things to escalate from there.

Dustin stormed off to his bedroom as another mug was thrown at him, quickly retrieving a knapsack from his closet. He had fantasized about running away from his abusive home since middle school, and had long kept a bag packed with clothes, blankets, and other supplies on hand in case he ever worked up the nerve to actually do it. He then marched towards the front door, his livid father in tow every step of the way.

"If you ever show your face around here again, I'll break both your fuckin' legs with a baseball bat, right out on the front lawn" the older kangaroo shouted from the doorstep.

"YEAH, FUCK YOU TOO, OLD MAN. I HOPE YOU DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE!" Dustin hollered back as he walked down his house's driveway for the last time.

He pulled up the hood of his jacket over his head and started jogging down the sidewalk, all while trying to blink away the angry tears welling in his eyes. There wasn't any particular destination he had in mind at this point, only the overwhelming urge to get far, far away from this place.

About eight or nine blocks later, Dustin finally stopped to catch his breath, at which point he had the chance to think more rationally. His first thought was to call Alex, only to curse in dismay when he realized that his phone battery was dead. Taking a bus would've been an option, were it not for the fact that the city's transit worker union had decided to go on strike last week(which was just his luck, he supposed). The local taxi companies wouldn't even go near the sketchy neighborhood where he lived, so that option was out as well.

The young kangaroo eventually realized that his only choice, at least for tonight, would be to sleep rough. With that conclusion, he began wandering aimlessly through the darkened streets, looking for a place to settle down. It would be another two miles of walking before an exhausted Dustin finally came across a large highway overpass and decided he would take his chances there.

Curling up under a blanket from his knapsack, Dustin laid his weary head down on the pavement and listened to the sound of cars passing overhead._ _ "What a way to start adulthood" he thought to himself glumly.

***

Dustin's first night of homelessness was a cold and uncomfortable one. His fitful sleep was punctuated by dreams that mostly revolved around his mother, Evan, and Alex. Already, his mind was longing to be able to talk with any one of them. His latest dream, however, would be rudely interrupted by the unmistakable feeling of someone stepping on his tail.

The kangaroo's eyes snapped open from the sudden pain, and he bolted upright. His first instinct was to get pissed. "Hey, watch where you're going, asshole!"

He would immediately regret those words once he got a look at the guilty party. It was another kangaroo - albeit a different species - who appeared to be in his late twenties to early thirties. Moreover, he was big; Dustin could see from here that he was at least a foot taller than him, and definitely much brawnier as well. The man spun around and gave him a hostile glare.

"The fuck did you say to me, you little shit?" he growled.

Dustin quickly backed down in the face of the red kangaroo's temper. "Erm...sorry, I didn't mean to shout. You just scared me, that's all".

"What the hell are you doing sleeping out on the streets, anyway? Shouldn't you be in school or something?"

The young western grey looked away and sighed. "It's none of your business" he mumbled, and began packing in blanket back into his knapsack.

"Did you run away from home?"

Dustin stopped in his packing and looked back at the man. He could see that the big red's expression had softened somewhat. "How could you tell?"

"Listen kid, I've seen most of the bums and junkies who hang out around here, and you don't look much like one of them" he replied. "Do you need somewhere to stay?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Bullshit. You look miserable, and I can't imagine you'd be sleeping out here if you had somewhere better to go." He extended a paw to the teenager. "C'mon, swallow your pride and let me help you. Can I at least get you something to eat?"

Dustin took a moment to consider this offer. While he didn't have any reason to trust this man, it was true that he didn't really have any better options, either. "Alright", he said reluctantly. He grasped the adult's paw, who helped him get up off the pavement.

"Didn't catch your name, by the way", the red kangaroo said as he picked up the teenager's knapsack and handed it to him.

"I'm Dustin" he replied. "What about you?"

The man smiled and said "Raymond".

***

Raymond's home was only a short walk away from the overpass. The small, bungalow-style house, with a white cargo van sitting in the driveway, was situated at the corner of two streets. Its vinyl-sided exterior was old and weathered, and the front lawn was spotted with dead patches, but overall it didn't look anything different from the crappy working-class suburbia that Dustin had spent his whole life growing up in.

"Other than a meal, is there anything else I can help you with?" Raymond said to Dustin as the pair of kangaroos stepped up to the front door. He retrieved a ring of keys from his pants pocket, fiddling around for a bit as he tried to find the correct one.

"Yeah, could I get my phone charged?" Dustin answered.

"Sure thing. Hand it to me and I'll go plug it in. I've got loads of old charger cords lying around, I'm sure one of them will work."

Dustin passed off his cellphone to Ray, realizing a second too late that it probably wasn't the wisest choice to hand over his only means of communication to a near-total stranger. It was too late for regrets now, however, as he watched the device disappear into the man's pockets.

"Alright, go ahead and make yourself comfortable" the red kangaroo said as he unlocked the door. "I'll fix you something to eat."

Dustin stepped over the threshold, surveying his surroundings as he walked inside. It was messy, as far as bachelor pads went, with the odor of cigarette smoke & body odor permeating the air. It was also quite dark - he noticed that all the windows were covered by blackout curtains, blocking out any natural light, though this situation was somewhat alleviated when Ray turned on a light in the kitchen. Dustin, meanwhile, spotted a maroon Naugahyde sofa in the living room and went over to sit down.

The gray kangaroo stretched out as he rested on the worn-out couch, groaning a bit as he tried to work out an ache in his back. He noticed a squat coffee table situated in front of him, the top of which was occupied by a crammed ashtray and several overturned magazines. Out of curiosity, Dustin picked up one of the mags and took a peek inside.

The issue's centerfold spread was dominated by three nude men in an elaborate bondage scene. At the center was a young raccoon who was suspended face-down from the ceiling, his arms & legs bowed upwards in a hogtie. The raccoon's head was obscured by a hood, with only his ears and ballgagged snout exposed through openings. A muscular elk in leather gear was fucking him from behind, one of his hoofs grasped around the sub's ringed tail. Meanwhile, a brown hare positioned underneath the two was sucking on the raccoon's erect cock; the hare was kneeling with his ankles and wrists cuffed together, his own erection imprisoned by a chastity cage.

"Something catch your interest there?"

Dustin looked up and saw that Raymond was grinning at him from the kitchen, gesturing at the magazine. He quickly put it back down on the table as his ears burned with embarrassment. "Uh, no, just looking" he stammered. "Didn't realized you read that kind of stuff."

"Yep, I do read 'that kind of stuff'. Sometimes I even look at the pictures, too." Raymond replied with a smirk. He placed a freshly lit cigarette in his mouth and took a drag. Dustin evidently didn't do a very good job at not looking suprised, as Ray continued by saying "What, you never met a gay man before?"

"Um...heh, well, funny you should mention that..." Dustin began.

"Hmm? Oh hang on, let me guess: is that why you parents kicked you out?"

The western grey nodded, sighing dejectedly.

"I can sympathize with that. My mom and dad weren't all that supportive when I came out, either. Usually they get better with time, though with family you can never really be sure" Ray said. "So, Dustin, does that mean you have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah. I've been dating this otter from school named Alex for about a year now. We met during one day during track & field practice, and things just sorta blossomed from there."

"You two ever do anything together?"

"I try. It's kinda difficult since we had to keep it all secret, but we manage to make time for each other anyway. I remeber this one time, Alex convinced a friend who works at a theater downtown to help us sneak in so we could watch a movie togeth-"

"Not that kind of stuff, dumbass" Ray interjected, rolling his eyes. "I mean dirty stuff. You two ever fuck or what?"

"Oh. Uh, we haven't really gotten that far yet, I guess...although I did give him a blowjob at one point."

"You blew him? So you're more of a bottom then, eh?"

Dustin looked down at his feet as his face & ears became flushed again. "I-I'm not really comfortable talking about that. Can we please change the subject?"

"Yeah, sure. Sorry, didn't mean to be insensitive or anything, I was just curious." the red kangaroo replied, his tone of voice seemingly sincere. Inside, however, he had gotten a bit of a kick out of seeing the teen's discomfort, and silently wondered if he had any Halcion tablets left. "You want anything to drink, Dustin?"

"Water's fine. Or cola, if you have any." Dustin said. He tried to think of some small talk to make so he could get over his embarrassment. "So, Raymond, what do you do for a living?"

"Well, after high school, I enlisted in the Air Force and trained as an engine maintenence mechanic. Spent about six years working on C-5 transport jets down at Warner Robins AFB" he answered.

"You were in the Air Force? That's kinda cool."

Ray chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Anyway, after leaving the reserves, I spent another year or two as a mechanic for a private airline. Eventually I decided I wanted to do something different, so I moved up here and started working as an indepedent contractor - you know, fixing houses and the like. That's pretty much what I've been doing ever since."

The adult kangaroo then walked over from the kitchen, placing a sandwich and potato chips plus a glass of soda on the table before Dustin. It wasn't exactly "breakfast food", but the young marsupial was far too hungry to care. He scarfed it down in the blink of an eye, leading Raymond to laugh and remark on his appetite. With the meal finished, the pair spent some time sitting on the sofa and idly chatting.

Dustin meant to ask Ray about getting his cellphone back, but soon his memory felt strangely foggy. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't remember what he wanted to say. A progressive drowsiness seemed to be setting in; he was already feeling tired after not getting a good night's sleep, but this new tiredness was more potent and harder to resist. He slouched lower and lower onto the couch until his lanky body was lying supine on the cushions.

The young 'roo was unaware that his drink had been spiked with triazolam & tadalafil when he wasn't looking. Raymond smirked as he saw the effect the drugs were taking. "Falling asleep already, are we?" he asked as he placed a paw on Dustin's leg and began rubbing his inner thigh. Dustin felt the instinct to resist this unwanted touch, but the thought faded away before he could act on it.

It would be so much easier just to sleep...

Ray watched as his victim's eyelids slowly closed. He waited a few more minutes to make sure they were truly out cold, then stood up. He had some work to do.

***

Dustin didn't know exactly how long he was asleep for. What he did know was that when he woke up, he had an aching jaw, a pounding headache, and - to his bemusement - a raging boner. He groaned and tried to shift around, but found it impossible to move his arms, legs, or even his tail more than a few inches. As his eyes adjusted to the dim conditions, he could see that he was surrounded by dingy concrete walls in some kind of windowless basement.

Slowly, his groggy mind managed to put the pieces of his situation together. He had been stripped naked and was lying face down on a bare mattress atop a rusty metal bedstead. His limbs were splayed out into a spread eagle position, with his wrists & ankles shackled to the four bedposts. His muscular tail, meanwhile, had been pulled up and fastened tight to his back with some kind of heavy belt - a ratchet strap, perhaps? - rendering it unable to budge. A cushion had been placed under his stomach, propping his hips up so that his ass and genitals were on full display. As a final touch, his mouth was being held wide open by a ring gag.

A door creaked open, and Dustin heard someone descending the stairs behind him. He tried to crane his neck to see who was approaching, but was unable to get a good look in this position. Out of desperation, the kangaroo began to thrash furiously in his bonds, trying in vain to find a weakness.

"Awake already, Dustin?"

Was that Raymond? Had he come to rescue him?"

"You can keep struggling if you want. Don't let me stop you, I love watching my toys try to fight back" the voice from behind said.

Dustin felt Ray place one of their paws around his fuzzy sack, fondling his balls for a bit before releasing them to grope one of his ass cheeks. The young 'roo's temper flared as he finally realized the extent of his betrayal, and began angrily cursing at Ray - or at least, he tried to. With the ring gag in place, all that came out were incomprehensible noises.

"Of course this is what happened" _ Dustin thought to himself. _"Of course you should have seen this coming. Of course the 'kind man' who invited you inside was gonna turn out to be a pervert who'd drug you and tie you up in his basement. I mean, did you think those magazines in his living room were just a coincidence? Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid-"

SMACK!

The first lash came without warning. Dustin had been so focused on trying to escape his restraints that he hadn't heard the sound of Ray pulling the belt out from his pants. He cried out in surprise when the leather belt struck his bare buttocks, leaving a stinging red welt where it made contact. Ray chuckled as he watched his victim squirm in an attempt to get away from the source of the pain. He teased them for a second by lightly tapping the belt against the side of his rump, enjoying the way Dustin tensed up at the touch, then raised it for another swing. The leather sliced through the air before impacting against Dustin's skin with a snap, making another reddened mark that was visible under his grey fur.

The belting seemed to drag on forever, but Dustin managed to regain his composure and resolved to remain stoic in face of the pain. Even after dozens of lashes had reduced his buttocks & upper thighs to a bruised mess, he did his best to keep quiet and avoid flinching after each strike. The last thing he wanted was to give his captor the satisfaction of knowing that he was suffering.

Dustin had survived more than a few beatings from his father over the years. If Raymond thought a simple spanking would be enough to break him, he was sorely mistaken.

Finally the lashes stopped, almost as suddenly as they had begun. Ray put the belt away and took a moment to admire his handiwork, then knelt down behind his victim. He extended an arm outward and placed a single digit upon their still-erect cock, gently dragging it from base to tip. Dustin experienced a tingle of arousal as the cold claw traced down the length of his hot flesh, and Ray could feel the boy twitch against him.

"You're still hard after all that, huh? Little masochist slut."

Of course, this wasn't exactly true. Dustin's stiffie was induced by the tadalafil in his drink, and he would stay erect independent of any sexual pleasure. But Dustin wasn't aware of this fact, and Ray didn't intend to tell him; he much preferred to make his victims believe that their bodies had betrayed some kind of deep, unconcious desire to be punished.

His words had the intended effect. The young 'roo felt his ears burn with humiliation at Ray's comment. Pain was something he could handle, but pleasure felt unexpected and confusing in a situation like this. Dustin's attempt at maintaining a stoic facade was further cracked when he felt a claw press against his tailhole.

His anus was evidently still young and tight, as Ray found that his digit was barely able to penetrate it. Undeterred, the red kangaroo spat onto his paw and tried again with a saliva-lubricated finger, this time succeding in pushing an inch or so into the rectum. "Don't clench so much", he said to Dustin as he began slowly pistoning his finger in and out of their ass. "It won't hurt if you just relax. Who knows, maybe you'll even enjoy it".

Dustin eventually complied with this request - there wasn't much use in resisting at this point - and shuddered as he felt a second finger push into his tailhole. From there, Ray began exploring deeper into his rectum, feeling around for the sweet spot he knew lay inside. It didn't take him long to find it: Dustin let out a barely suppressed moan when a claw brushed against his prostate, feeling a sharp pulse of pleasure emerge from his core. Ray began delicately massaging the walnut-sized organ, smirking as he watched the western grey's cock throb from the stimulation. Next, he wrapped his free paw around their shaft and began stroking it, a single droplet of pre moistening his fingers.

Dustin wasn't even trying to hide his arousal now, making more gasps and moans as Ray's paws started to speed up. He had always been reluctant about playing around with his rear end, so this sensation was an entirely new experience for him.

And damn, it felt good.

He didn't want to admit that, obviously. The idea that being sodomized against his will in someone's grimy basement could possibly feel good seemed inconcievable. Yet it was impossible to ignore the pressure growing in his groin from Ray's two-pronged assault on his erogenous zones. Each press against his prostate sent new waves of pleasure arcing up his spine, while his dick throbbed intensely in the big red's squeezing grip. He could feel himself edging toward climax, and knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Dustin's vision went spotty as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his entire life. Cum surged out from the tip of the grey kangaroo's penis, splattering all over the mattress. Ray continued to jerk him off through the duration of his climax, letting jet after jet of warm spunk soak the inside of his paw. When the roo's cock finally had no more left to give, he withdrew his hands and brought one of them up to his face, licking up a small taste of the teen's semen. Dustin panted as he laid in the warmth of post-coital bliss, feeling the pleasure continue to wash over his body.

All good things must come to an end, however, and as the high of his climax began to fade, post-nut clarity would hit him hard. He felt dirty & ashamed for having been brought to orgasm like this, even if it had been involuntary. The incredible bliss he experienced was incredibly short-lived, being replaced by malaise along with an overwhelming sense of loneliness. He was still trapped down here, and even if he could escape, he would still be lost in a big city with nowhere to go. There didn't seem to be any light at the end of this tunnel.

Suddenly, he felt something wet and sticky touch his ear. Raymond had stood up and walked over towards the front of the bed, stopping briefly along the way to wipe off his paw on the back of Dustin's ear. As his kidnapper came into view for the first time, Dustin spotted the Browning Hi-Power he was clutching in his right paw.

Ray looked down at his victim, a withering expression on his face. "Alright, listen here. I'm gonna unlock your cuffs for a sec so that I can move you - and when I do, you're going to behave yourself. Try anything cute and I'll splatter your brains across the floor. Understood?"

Dustin took another glance at the Hi-Power's barrel, then nodded as best he could.

"Good. I'll be right back" Ray said, holstering his pistol before walking out of view. He returned moments later carrying an old ammo box, which he set down next to the wall directly in front of Dustin. The grey 'roo tried to stay as still as possible as his captor began removing his restraints - first the leg shackles, then the tail strap, then finally the handcuffs. When the last cuff was unlocked, Ray grabbed Dustin by the scruff of his neck and pulled him off the bed, then pointed him towards the wall.

"Go stand by the box. Legs spread, arms by your side, back against the wall" he commanded. Dustin quickly carried out these orders, only able to silently wonder what would happen next.

As his captive watched, Ray opened the ammo box, pulling out a girthy purple dildo and a bottle of lube from within. He coated the toy with a generous quantity of lubricant, then placed it down between Dustin's legs, the suction cup on its base securing it to the concrete floor. "OK, I want you to squat down and sit on that thing" the red kangaroo said. "Don't stop until your ass touches the floor, and try to keep your back parallel with the wall."

Dustin stared at Ray, then down at the dildo, then back up at Ray. Surely he didn't think that toy could possibly fit inside him, right?

Raymond answered this unasked question by slapping the young kangaroo across the face, hard. "What, are you fucking deaf now? Hop to it, asshole!" he shouted.

With this "motivation" delivered, Dustin spread his cheeks and began gingerly lowering himself onto the dildo. He winced as the slick silicone tip pushed into his tailhole, the thick shaft spreading his ring far wider than Ray's fingers had. Inch by inch, the toy advanced further into his rectum as he slowly descended towards the floor. Ray evidently didn't feel he was going fast enough, however, as upon reaching the midpoint of the shaft he suddenly put both paws on Dustin's shoulders and began bearing down on him. Dustin yelped through his gagged muzzle at this sudden intervention, his ass burning as the dildo was forced inside him.

"Ah, quit your bitching. I know you like it up the ass, I saw how you were on the bed." Ray remarked as Dustin whined in pain. "Just pretend you're riding your boyfriend's cock - what was his name, Alan or something?"

Once the silicone phallus was bottomed out inside him, Ray grabbed Dustin's wrists and raised them above his head, snapping another pair of handcuffs around them. He then hooked the cuffs around a strategically-placed masonry screw protruding from the wall, thus keeping his arms suspended above him. Dustin noticed that he was now sitting with his face at almost exactly the same height as the red kangaroo's crotch, which did not seem like a coincidence.

Grinning, Raymond unbuttoned his pants and slid down his boxer briefs. His bulging scarlet member was now hanging just a few inches from Dustin's snout, close enough that he could literally smell it. Without hesitation, Ray grabbed the top of his head and shoved the tip into his mouth, commanding him to lick.

It wasn't really possible for Dustin to suck on the dick with the ring gag still in place, so he resorted to using his tongue instead. He lapped at the head of Ray's fat cock and swirled his tongue around the shaft, tasting the salty precum that periodially dripped into his mouth. The red kangaroo grunted as he was orally pleasured, his cock twitching inside Dustin's maw. Then, without warning, he thrusted forward, pushing most of his length down into their esophagus.

The grey kangaroo spluttered and choked as he adjusted to being deepthroated. To distract him, Ray lowered a paw to his chest and began playing with one of his nipples. Dustin moaned as this sensitive bud was pinched, causing his throat to vibrate around Ray's shaft. Spurred on by this sensation, Ray moved his paw over to the other nipple, pinching & rolling it between his claws. As he felt himself approaching climax, the older 'roo strained to force the entire length of his rod into his victim's mouth. Finally, with one last heaving thrust, he blew his load.

Molten heat poured down Dustin's throat as a thick load of cum surged out of Ray's cock. Ray held it inside for a good while, relishing how the young 'roo's esophagus spasmed around his shaft as he coated it with his seed. Eventually he pulled out slightly, ordering the coughing Dustin to clean off his now-limp cock. Dustin complied, licking the bitter, musky cum off his penis until his tongue had polished it clean.

"Nice job, slut. Maybe you aren't quite as useless as you look" Ray said as he finally withdrew his entire dick from the grey kangaroo's mouth. "I'll let you rest for a couple of hours before we play again."

Of course, the sadistic 'roo would never be so kind as to just allow his victim to rest, and he reached back into the ammo box for a few more toys to keep them occupied while he was away. First came a blindfold over Dustin's eyes, and next was a pair of nipple clamps that hung off his chest. Finally, he taped a bullet vibrator under the head of their dick, then switched it on to the lowest setting so that it would only edge him, not bring him to orgasm.

Dustin moaned and writhed in his restraints as he listened to Raymond walk away. Already his legs were sore from squatting in this position, and he had no doubt that the teasing vibe on his cock would eventually become unbearable. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take without going crazy. Alone in the darkness, all he could hope for was that his kidnapper would be merciful and come release him sooner rather than later.

***

Raymond locked the basement door behind him as he returned upstairs. Retrieving a beer from the fridge, he settled down on the couch, pondering about what to do with his new slave. As much fun as it was to torment them, keeping them around for more than a day or two would be complicated. Eventually Ray would have to leave the house for contracting work, and he wasn't sure it was safe to leave Dustin alone at this stage.

His thoughts were interrupted by the noise of the mail flap on the front door clattering. Ray got up to collect the letters that had fallen onto the floor. Most of it was either junk mail or bills; the kangaroo grumbled in annoyance when he noticed that the electrical company had hiked his rates again. As he started thinking about money, a idea popped into his head. Ray pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and began dialing numbers. After running into a few busy signals & answering machines, eventually someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Vinnie, it's me."

"Is that you, Raymond? What are you selling this time?"

"What, I can't just give you a friendly call every now and again?" Raymond asked, chuckling.

"Spare me the bullshit, Ray. I know what you're here for." the voice on the other end replied.

"Alright, alright, no need to get pissy" Ray said. "To answer your question, I've acquired a new 'package' and wanted to offer you a chance to use it"

"You & Eric found another one, huh? Christ, do you two ever sleep?"

"Not quite. Eric's out of state right now - I found this one all on my one. So, are you interested or not?"

"That depends", Vinnie responded. "What kind of 'package' are we talking about?"

"This one's a real beauty. Only eighteen, still nice and fresh. Come by my place at 8 o'clock tonight, and you can have a go for just 30 bucks. Frankly, that's a bargain."

Vinnie thought about this for a second. "Alright, I'll take it."

"Great. See you at 8." Ray said, then hung up. He took a sip of his beer and began dialing the next number. This could prove to be quite a profitable evening...