A Player and his Tyrant

A player meets his match

A sigh escaped his lips, the dull and painful throb in the back of his head reminding him exactly of what he'd stayed up for half of the night doing as he roused from his unconscious state. He looked over and was slightly surprised to see that there was no one next to him in the huge bed of his. There was a plus to that since there was no one to scream and cry when he asked him who the hell they were and if he used a condom, but there was also the fact that the huge bed was definitely lonely with just him. His clothes were wrinkled and he smelled like the alcohol he'd drowned himself in not too much earlier, it comforted him and made him nauseated at the same time.

"I need a shower..." he said in a groggy voice, forcing his throbbing body to get up and walk to his personal bathroom, all the while he stripped his clothes and left them on the floor for the maids to pick up. That was their job anyway, or at least that was his thinking. Before he could strip himself of his boxers and head into the bathroom, he heard a haunting noise and looked out of his window to see nothing but a sea of limos and sports vehicles lining up outside of his house, no doubt carrying the unwanted harem he tended to find whenever he went downstairs for breakfast. "Dammit, they're doing it again. What part of, 'this isn't going to work for me' don't they understand?" He growled, balling his fists up as a maid opened the door to his room. He'd heard her knocking but hoped to postpone this irritating procedure by ignoring it.

"Master Riley... it seems as if your prospective wives are here." She said, a sympathetic look on her face. She knew that Riley hated these "parties" that his parents threw in a last ditch effort to get him to find a girl to settle down with but she couldn't protest against it as she would be fired for being disobedient. Then who would be left to take care of Riley? The young maid sighed and did her duty by waiting for Riley to get dressed and come out. They both knew that she'd have to force him to come out if he didn't, the curious part was whether he felt like picking a fight or not.

Riley's shoulders drooped reluctantly and he huffily took his shower, purposely going as slow as he possibly could so maybe they'd just forget about him and he'd have the time to sneak off. Unfortunately no matter how many times he's tried this, this tactic never works. However, he was a firm believer in once you don't succeed, try, try again. He didn't dress up in anything in particular, nothing was too little for these man and money hungry whores. He opened the door himself, sighing when he saw Lena leaning against the frame. His plan had again yet to work.

Resigning himself he walked down the stairs by himself in only a white t-shirt and blue jeans with some converse. The only thing he'd taken some trouble to do was straighten his dreadfully curly hair which he felt made him look stupid. The black locks hung in his bright green eyes that never failed to suck girls in and hypnotize them or his preferred sex. Those eyes glared impassively at his parents--more specifically his mother--who had arranged this entire thing. Her usually cold demeanor was strangely, and falsely, warm as she spoke to the uninterested females who were looking for Riley.

As he descended the stairs a look of royalty was around him--a look of overwhelming power and most importantly money. It drew all eyes to him while the mysterious boy stuffed his hand in his pockets, as if to show he wasn't going to put a ring on anytime soon if ever. He glared coolly at all the girls and they nearly swooned with what they felt was a passionate look.

"Ah, Riley so you finally chose to join the party!" His mother exclaimed in her charismatic way. He found it a bit creepy how she could switch personalities so quickly. He knew what she really wanted to do was call him a fool and scold him for drinking all night so he wouldn't be ready for the party and pile on more insults on top of that. He rolled his eyes and scoffed at the act. It disgusted him.

"Yes Mother, but who are we kidding here? We both know I like dick." he said blankly, shocking the entire room into silence but firing the girls up more somehow. This is why he disliked girls in the first place. After you've fucked them, they believe you and her and in a relationship, if something's wrong with you she'll attempt to fix it, they can't just leave things how they are and be happy with it. He just knew there were at least five girls in just the group over by the couch who thought they could change his sexuality but it was concrete and put in stone for him. He was gay. There was just something about girls that just didn't satisfy him sexually or mentally. He thirsted, hungered even, for someone on his level. Someone who could just get him and wouldn't try to change him but would actually love him and not his deep pockets full of cash.