He tried to remain patient.  He tried to give Alex a chance.  The glance toward the door did not go unnoticed, though he pretended to not care.  When Alex’s attention went back for a second time, however, Richard couldn’t hold himself back any more.  He cracked the belt across the side of Alex’s face.<br/><br/>“Is that what I have to do to get your attention?!” he shouted.  Then he was grabbing Alex by the arm and hauling him up off the floor.  Alex was slender, but Richard worked out to keep a surprisingly nice physique.  Between that and the adrenaline pumping through him from his anger, his son was light as a feather to him.  “Get up and get on the fucking bed!”  It was said as though he was expecting Alex to do something, but he was hauling him over and shoving him down onto the lacey bedclothes himself.  He’d long surrounded Alex in little ruffles and pink frills, wanting him to stay that sweet and innocent girl-like boy.  And when Alex was good, when he obeyed, it seemed to work perfectly.  But now…?<br/><br/>“Is it him?  Are you thinking about him?!” he demanded, curling the belt around his hand and jabbing Alex in the ribs.  “Your mind and heart are betraying me… what about your body?  Are you letting him fuck you?”  He landed another blow, lower this time, aiming to drive the air from his son’s lungs.  He didn’t want another lie to pass those pretty little lips.  “That’s all he’s after, Alex!  I told you before!”  The thought of someone else touching his boy was infuriating.  Thinking that Alex not only allowed it, but<i>enjoyed</i>it was even worse.  He was going to erase that bastard from Alex’s body, then he was going to put a stop to his son’s outings.