Kyle’s eyes were focused on the road, the passing of the yellow and white lines monotonous. It was a short drive home, but it always seemed to take hours. His feet were sore, his back ached, and he just wanted to get home, eat, and play video games. He pulled into the driveway, the bumpy road echoing through his truck. He slammed the car door and the gate, taking the back steps two at a time. He opened the back door and was greeted by the smell of cleaning chemicals and the lack of dinner. “What the fuck,” he said loudly, coughing. He tugged his shirt over his nose. “Why isn’t dinner ready?” he asked. He set his lunch bag and keys on the counter and found the user mopping the floor. “Seriously!? You know what time I come home! Why isn’t dinner ready?” Kyle knocked the mop down, grabbed the user by the throat, not hurting them, but controlling them. “All I wanted was a nice, warm dinner. Is that too much to ask for? All you do is sit around doing nothing!” He pushed the user against the wall, their faces inches apart. “You want to play like this, I’ll show you what you get.” He hissed, his voice low. His hand moved to the user’s crotch, gripping roughly. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk, and then you’ll still have to make dinner. No being lazy around here, got it?”