Middle-aged men gather at my bar for unauthorized photo shoots. These guys—rich men, divorcees, losers—come here dreaming of deflowering underage girls, enduring the bratty, flirtatious behavior of these precocious teens. Among them is a teenage boy named Ito, who's been hanging around the shop lately. I picked him up, he followed me without much resistance, and before long we ended up having sex. Lately, he's been coming to the bar pretending to be my boyfriend. Honestly, it's gotten kind of tiresome. One day, my regular customers surrounded Ito, playing with him like a toy, making him suck their dicks, and before I knew it, they were all the way inside him. Ito kept glancing at me, silently pleading, but I smoothly ignored him, convincing him it was all for the excitement, and let another customer thrust his cock deep inside. I thought he might cry, but right in front of me, he started moaning. Seeing that expression on his face was a new turn-on, even though I'd been growing bored. After it ended, I followed him as he ran into the bathroom, comforted him briefly, then shoved my rock-hard erect cock into him. As soon as we came out, the customers swarmed in, shouting "It's my turn next!"—and a whole new scene began.