Hey guys, here I go. A new story that's a little darker and what not than the rest. No comic relief here.


Sensitive topics

Nudity (not descriptive, but it's in there)

Adult Language

Adult Situations

Suggestive Themes

LIGHT Bondage and Domination

There are NO sex scenes but there are suggestions.


This story is PG-13 now and will eventually venture to R after the second chapter for situations, suggestions, and themes.

All that said. I am really excited about this idea and hope that you do read it.


"More, always more," Richie grumbled as Duncan set another stack of fragile China plates in front of him.

"Have fun."

Tessa had decided it was time for some summer-time spring cleaning. Richie had been woken up early, fed, and sat down with a damp cloth and delicate plates, bowls, cups and saucers that couldn't go in the dishwasher.

"This is all that's left of the China," Tessa told him putting a small stack of bread plates in front of him.

"Thank God."

"Next, you can do the silver."

"Oh, goody!"

Three hours later, Richie's hands were cramping and he smelled of silver polish. He finished the last fork and leaned back in his chair with a contented sigh.

"Taking a break?" Tessa asked coming into the kitchen.

"I'm done."

"Then you can help me and Duncan in the store."


"Everything is being cleaned. So you can help in the store or start up here."

"Those are my only choices?" Richie asked.

"Only choices."

Richie thought for a minute. "Up here, I guess. Less to break that way."

Tessa smiled. "Then you can start in the kitchen. I want you to empty the cabinets and clean them, then put everything back neatly."

Richie nodded. "Check."

"Clean up the refrigerator."


"Take out all the old food and throw it away, clean up any spills, that type of thing."

"Oh, cool."

"Sweep and mop."

"Kay, consider it done."

Richie set to work. Half way through the cabinets, Duncan told him it was time for a lunch break. They went out for burgers then went back home and got back to work. By the time Richie started on the refrigerator, he was ready to quit. He had already cleaned out all the food; a little break wouldn't hurt. Duncan found him an hour later leaning against the refrigerator, asleep.

Because he had been flirting with Tessa all day in the store, Duncan was in a very playful mood. He took the spray nozzle from the sink, aimed, and fired.

"AGH!" Richie jerked awake. "What the hell, man?"

"Morning, sunshine!" Duncan greeted him, pinching his cheeks.

"Mac!" Richie pulled away. "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm not the one asleep on the job."

"I was taking a break."

"For how long?"

"Not very," he lied.

"Break's over, get back to work."

Richie stretched. "Yes, Master."

"Get moving, slave." Duncan smiled at him and handed him a towel. "Start with all this water, boy."

"Yes, Master. Right away, Master." Richie made a big show of bowing before he cleaned up the water.

"Then you can put all this food back before it goes bad," Duncan said indicating the countertops covered in food. "If it already hasn't."

"What time is it?" Richie asked as he got up.

"Six thirty. Break for dinner in an hour?"

"Break for date now," Richie said leaving.

"Finish putting all this away," Duncan told him.

"Mac, I gotta go, I'm gonna be late! Can't you do it?"

"It will take you five minutes."

"But she won't wait and she'll tell everyone I stood her up! Then everyone's gonna think I'm the biggest dork in the world because I stood up Lori Gorton!"

"Who's Lori Gorton?" Duncan asked.

"Only the hottest girl in town! Brad Pitt would be lucky to get a date with her!"

"Then hurry," Duncan told him.

"I gotta change!" he insisted his stubbornness showing its true colors.

"Then finish and change!"

Richie groaned loudly and started shoving warm milk and cheese into the refrigerator cramming it in where ever it would fit. "Done?" he asked impatiently once he had finished.

"Done, go change."

Richie ran into his room threw off his shirt put on a clean one and added some deodorant as an afterthought. He checked his wallet for money and ran into the living room.

"Bye!" he called as he left.

. . . . . .

"Lori! Hey Lori!" Richie called running up to the movie theater.

The girl turned around. "I was beginning to think you weren't gonna show," she said.

"I got stuck at work; my boss wouldn't let me go. I got here as fast as I could."

He bought the tickets, popcorn, and sodas just in time for them to catch the opening credits. They sat through the movie, Lori's hand in Richie's, until the lights came up at the end of the show. After the movie, they went to dinner at Lori's favorite Chinese restaurant, Yen King's. After that they went to the park and lost track of time. Richie finally made it home around two in the morning. He took Lori home, and then made his way back to the store. He was stopped by two men as he rounded the corner of the alley.

"Hey, boy," one said with a smile of his face. "We were hoping you could help us with something."

Richie backed up as they approached him. "I just spent all my money on a date," he said putting his hands up. "I don't have anything for you."

"Yes, you do," the second man said.

"Fine, take it." Richie tossed him his wallet.

"That's not what we're looking for." The man let it fall to the ground.

"Then what?" Richie asked trying to sound tough.

"You," the first said simply.

"Me? What'd I do?"

"Nothing yet, but you will."

"I'm not doing anything for anyone, got it?" Richie said.

"Oh, yes, you will." The two men started toward him. "You will do just as we say."

"The hell I will!"

"Shut up, boy!" the second said as they backed Richie against a wall.

Richie pressed himself as hard against the wall as he could. He'd let them think they had him cornered. He looked up at them trying to read their faces. They were starting to relax as they both reached for him. Just before their hands touched him the shoved himself off the wall and pushed between them. He ran for the door to Tessa's workshop. There was a doorbell there.

"Get back here!" one of the men grabbed the back of his jacket. Richie fought his grip and continued toward the door.

"Let go of me!" Richie yelled as loud as he could, trying to make enough noise to wake Duncan and Tessa.

"Boy, don't make this a production."

"MAC! MAC!!!! HELP!" Richie screamed still fighting to get to the door bell and finally hitting it with his outstretched fingers. "MMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAACC!!!!"

Finally one of the upstairs lights turned on. Richie looked up and the man took advantage of his distraction to grab him and wrap both arms around him.

"MAAACC!" Richie screamed again as the man dragged him back around the corner just as the workshop light turned on.

"Richie!!" Duncan called, opening the door.

The men had Richie around the corner and shoved a gag in his mouth to muffle his scream for help. They took him to a waiting car. Mac turned the corner just in time to see them throw Richie in the back seat and get in themselves. He could see Richie wrestling with one of them in the back seat as he chased after the car trying to memorize it. It was a white sedan with no license plate.

Duncan ran back inside and got his keys.

"What's going on?" Tessa asked.

"Richie's been kidnapped," he explained heading out again.

"An immortal?"

Duncan paused. "No. I have to find him. You stay here in case they call for a ransom."

Tessa barely had time to nod before he was out the door.