There was that disobedience, again.  Richard was seeing red.  It was all the fault of that mystery man, the one from the club.  He’d infected Alex’s mind, turned him against his own father, causing<i>all</i>of this.  But Richard had no idea who the man was, where he was, or how to find him.  He’d figure it out, though.  He’d send the man a message.  For now, it was Alex who was in front of him, Alex who was telling him<i>no</i>.<br/><br/>Richard snagged his son’s wrist again and yanked him up so that he was sitting, then clawed at the long sleeved shirt to drag it off the boy.  Alex was slender and pretty, and it would pain him later for the damage he was about to inflict on that body, just as it always did.  In the moment, however, he couldn’t stop himself.  He swung the belt again and again, not caring where it landed, just knowing he wanted to punish his son for these unforgivable transgressions, and he wanted to see the proof of that punishment welting up on pale skin.<br/><br/>“Don’t you ever tell me no again,” he warned after several uncontrolled moments, slightly out of breath from the severity of that beating.  “I’ll tell you one more time.  Take off your clothes.  Then you better beg for your daddy’s forgiveness like a good boy.”