The sun was setting as Aaron pulled into the parking spot in front of Johnny's duplex. It felt good for him to be making a work friend. He had been worried since starting his new job, but after meeting Johnny, Aaron felt more comfortable. While they spent time together at work this was the first time they'd meet up on the weekend. He grabbed the bottle of vodka from the trunk and went to the door. He pressed the doorbell and listened to the chimes.
"Come on in," Johnny called from inside. "I'm here in the kitchen."
Aaron walked through the living room into the kitchen and placed the vodka on the counter.
"Damn, this place is nice!" He said, looking around the room.
"Thanks, man. It's alright. You like rum and coke? I got this great rum. It's so smooth," Johnny said with a smile.
"Sure, they're pretty good."
"Great! Take a seat on the couch and I'll make us a couple."
Aaron went to the oversized leather couch and sat down. He sank into the cushions. Soon Johnny was there handing him a full glass. The taste of rum was heavy. He was shocked, but it was smooth and sweet going down.
"I like 'em a little strong. Figured we'd drink the night away and you crash on the couch," Johnny said, taking a seat on the other side.
The two began drinking and chatting away. Aaron tried to take it slow, but Johnny was almost done with his first drink and Aaron didn't want to fall behind. As soon as he finished the glass Johnny went to make them another. It was hitting Aaron hard by the time he was almost finished with the third glass.
"I. I think...I'm good for now," Aaron said as Johnny went to make another. "I'm.... I'm a tipsy."
"Ah, I thought so," Johnny said with a smirk. "With those feminine features-"
"The fuck! What-" Aaron snapped, but before he could finish he felt the back of Johnny's hand across his face leaving him dazed.
"I could tell it when we met. You're not one of the bros! You're one of the bitches!" Johnny growled as he slapped Aaron again. "You just need someone to put you in your place."
The stinging pain sobered Aaron up some. The metallic taste of blood trickling into his mouth. He tried to stand, but Johnny grabbed him by the throat. Aaron grabbed Johnny's wrist and tried to pull himself free.
"Oh, I like a little fight!" Johnny snarled as he pushed Aaron into the couch, tightening the grip he had. "I know just what you need!"
Aaron tried to speak, but could barely breathe. He squirmed trying his best to get away. The oversized leather cushions on the couch made it impossible for him to get any leverage.
"Don't worry. I'll make you a proper bitch!" Johnny said, letting go of Aaron.
Relief washed over Aaron as he took in a deep breath. He felt his heart pound in his chest. It was followed by the dull pain of Johnny punching him in the stomach. Aaron winced as he leaned forward from the pain. Johnny grabbed him by the hair and yanked him off the sofa onto the floor.
Aaron was reeled from the pain. With his face on the floor and his ass in the air. He didn't notice his pants getting pulled down, but felt skin against his ass. The firm squeeze of a hand.
