Chris wasn't shocked when he walked into his friend's party and spotted his Ricky dressed so slutty in a black crop top, matching mini skirt and a pair of 2 inch heels. Disappointed? Yes. Angry? Sure. Shocked? Not in the slightest.
He had to work a bit late so he rode with a different friend who was also coming and would be meeting Ricky there.
Chris saw a couple of guys grab Ricky's hands and pulled him up the set of stairs leading to some bedrooms.
By the time he made it past the gathering of people and to the top of the stairs, he had lost the trio. It had taken him a few minutes to locate which room they were in, after almost walking in on a couple of people once or twice, of course.
When Chris did open the correct door, he caught Ricky in the middle of being choked on one of the guys dicks. Ricky's make up was already running down his cheeks, in a way that made him look even more whore-ish.
The guy who's dick wasn't shoved down Ricky's throat spoke up, telling him he had the wrong room, to which Chris disagreed and walked right in. He left the door open, not caring if anyone saw or not.
He stalked up to the man fucking Ricky's mouth and wrapped his hand around his throat. Leaning close to the guy's face, Chris growled.
"I suggest you pull out, grab your little buddy over there and leave or else it won't end very pretty."
Chris felt a hand on his shoulder before being yanked back.
"The fuck do you think you're doing, asshole?" The male was about an inch shorter than Chris, but had more of an athletic build to him. Chris raised an eyebrow at him.
"I've come to collect my slut of a boyfriend. The fuck do you think you're doing?" Chris seethed through his teeth.
Chris heard a slight 'pop' before a small voice filled the room. "Awe Daddy, don't be mean," Ricky pouted. "I'm just having a bit of fun."
During the whole exchange, Ricky kept blowing the slightly taller, yet masculine male. He chose now to pull off and intervene.
Chris glared down at him, squatting so they were at eye level. They stared at each other for a moment before Chris brought his hand up and slapped Ricky, the sound echoing through-out the room before standing back up. Chris didn't notice Ricky smile. "Stand up bitch." He spat.
"Who the hell even are you?" The guy Ricky had his lips around asked. "I'm his fucking boyfriend and I don't appreciate you shoving your dick down his throat." Chris snarled. A look of shock rolled across the guy's face.
"Look, he never said anything about dating anyone. We don't roll like that." The shorter one spoke, motioning for his friend. Chris glared at them as they fixed themselves and walked out, mumbling to themselves.
Ricky whined and crossed his arms, burning holes into the ground. Chris tangled his hand into his hair, tugging Ricky up harshly, making him yelp. "I thought I told you to stand, whore." Chris wrapped his hand around Ricky's neck, squeezing.
"I didn't even do anything bad, Daddy." Ricky complained, clearly lying. This only made Chris madder. "If I were you, Little boy, I'd take my ass down to the car this instant before things get worse for you." Chris let Ricky go, watching as he fell to the floor before quickly standing up and marching out of the room.
Chris waited a few moments, leaning against the wall and trying to calm himself. He didn't understand what had been getting into Ricky lately. He's usually not the bad. In the past few months, he's done shit he KNOWS pisses Chris off.
He shook his head before exiting the room and making his way outside. When he approached his car, he saw Ricky perched up on the hood, a cigarette placed delicately between his fingers. Chris just sighed and snatched the stick from him, stomping it out on the ground.
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