It was a rainy night in NYC. The wind was bitter and cold; the streets dark and menacing. Fagin was walking toward the shipyard with his usual look of sadness. He was clutching at a note sent from Sykes reading "Come see me tonight...you know where to go. -Sykes". Once at the shipyard, Fagin slowly and nervously walked up to the doorway leading to hell, well at least what Fagin thought of as hell. The hobo rang the buzzer and waited for Sykes' response. Fagin braced himself for a loud, booming voice, but instead he heard a calm one.

"Come in, Fagin...I'm waiting," Sykes said in a slightly horny tone, but Fagin never picked up on it. He was too busy thinking about what punishment he might receive for not delivering the money. The hobo walked inside praying that Sykes woudn't kill him right on the spot or worse, his vicious dobermans to eat him alive. Fagin stopped at the doorway of Sykes' office and gulped. His doom was right behind this door. As he was about to knock the doorway swung open and there was Sykes shooing his dobermans from the room. The dobermans gave Fagin a menacing growl before talking a walk around the shipyard.

"Ahh Fagin...please come in."

Fagin nervously walked in. Sykes' office looked slightly different than last time. There was a large sofa near the corner of his desk and room seemed to have better lighting.

"I'll take your coat for you.."

As Sykes was removing Fagin's coat, he rubbed the side of Fagin's stomach as if to see if he had abs. Fagin made a confused face which soon turned to horror as he believed that Sykes was searching for a place to shoot him dead. Fagin tried to calm his nerves by listening to the soft classical music that was playing from Sykes' radio. Sykes hung the shaggy coat on a coat hanger and swayed over to desk. He reached down to his bottom drawer and pulled out a dildo and a leash and stuffed them into his pockets.

"So Fagin, how are you tonight?," Sykes asked with a sly grin.

"I-I'm pretty good, sir..."

"Relax, you look so tense. Why?"

"It's the money, sir. Look I'll have-"

Fagin was soon cut off by Sykes getting up from his desk. He turned off the music and made a seductive grin while staring directly into Fagin's scared eyes.

"We'll need this music later...Fagin do me a favor..."

"Y-yes sir?"

"Take off your clothes"

Fagin's eyes grew wide and darted back and forth. This was a strange request, but he agreed to it. He removed his hat and then all of his clothing to his ragged underpants and looked at Sykes nervously.

"Underpants too."

Fagin gulped and then removed his underpants. His nude body stood limp in the light.

Sykes smiled in amusement and dimmed the lights.

"Let's make this night interesting..." Sykes then took the leash from his pocket and tied it around Fagin's neck. He then pushed Fagin down on the couch and flipped him on his chest so his backside was exposed. Sykes then removed his pants and undergarments and sat awkwardly on Fagin's skinny legs. He then pulled the dildo from his pants pocket and shoved it up Fagin's butthole. Fagin yelped and tears began to form at his eyes. Sykes leaned forward toward Fagin's ear and whispered," It feels good doesn't it?"

Sykes then licked Fagin's spine and breathed heavily causing Fagin to moan a bit harder. Sykes then released the dildo and licked it.

"Mmmm you taste good for a poor guy..."

Fagin grew slightly horny and his breathing increased. Sykes pulled on the leash to make Fagin sit up like a dog. Sykes threw the dildo on his desk and used his own dick to plow into the hobo from behind.

"Oh yes...this is good. Sooo warm..," Sykes said feeling himself about to cum.

Sykes then rubbed his dick some more and out shot warm, white liquid that sprayed into Fagin's butthole and his back. Sykes licked Fagin's backside and then began to eat the hobo out.

The phone then rang and Sykes got up from the couch to answer it.