Love is Suffering

            By the next morning Sebastian was gone, leaving Oliver alone in the apartment. It was even bigger than he thought, taking up the entire top floor. As a child, he had always wondered what was above the dark, smoky casino. He walked to the large chrome kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. It felt weird knowing this was going to be his new house. Oliver stared out the windows. Although it was only 8 am, the streets were already busy with people. Misery began to grow over him, which always happened when he could see the city in all its glory. He wasn’t sure what to do, since he didn’t work anymore. So, Oliver spent the day hanging around the apartment, trying to get comfortable in the new environment.

            By 11, Sebastian was back. He was wearing a dark grey suit with a plunging collar, which he began to unbutton. “How was your day?” He said smiling, seeing Oliver lounging on the coach.

            “Fine, pretty uneventful”. Oliver said, sitting up to look at Sebastian.

            “Alright. Give any thought to moving in?”

Oliver was surprised about how much Sebastian persisted, but was happy to know he was still interested.

            “Yeah, I did think about it”.

            “And?” Sebastian took a seat next to him.

            “I think I’d like to move in with you”.

Sebastian smiled and leaned in closer, “You think?”

            “I definitely want to move in with you”, Oliver smiled back at him.

            “Good”, he said, giving Oliver a soft kiss on his lips. Oliver felt safer now, and was certainly ready to head to sleep. However, as he began to stand up, Sebastian pulled him back down onto the couch and aggressively climbed on top.

            “Come on Sebastian”, he said as his neck was ravaged with messy kisses. “Let’s just go to sleep”.

            Oliver’s rejection seemed to go right over Sebastian, as he pressed harder. “Come on Seb, I’m not in the mood”.

He stopped for a moment and looked at Oliver straight in his eyes. “I don’t recall asking if you were in the mood”, he said coldly.

Oliver was shocked at the man’s tone. He was so shocked in fact that it distracted him from Sebastian’s venturing hands that began unbuttoning the front of Oliver’s pants.

            “Please stop”, he said struggling.

            “Calm down”, said Sebastian, his voice becoming a bit softer.

            “I told you to stop. C’mon just cut it out”, Oliver began to get up when Sebastian roughly pulled him back onto the couch.

            “It seems as if you’ve forgotten you’re indebted to me. Now I suggest you stop talking and just enjoy yourself”.

Oliver’s mouth hung open in surprise. Sebastian didn’t seem to care about the boy’s reaction and continued down on his body, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them to his knees. Oliver wanted to kick Sebastian back, but the fear of what he might to him kept him still. Sebastian slid a hand down the boy’s pants and caressed his cock, while keeping his lips intact to his neck. Oliver unwillingly grew harder, letting out soft groans mixed with pleasure and distress.

            “Turn over”, ordered Sebastian. When Oliver did not comply, Sebastian flipped him on his stomach, leaning his weight on his back. Oliver shut his eyes tightly, his heart beating quicker and quicker as Sebastian positioned himself over him. Sebastian’s skillful fingers glided into his entrance, making Oliver grimace in pain. He slid into Oliver with ease, and began thrusting long and hard into the boy. Oliver dug his nails into the sofa underneath him, completely flabbergasted that this was the same man who loved him so softly and generously the pervious night. The thrusts grew quicker, Sebastian growing into a climax. Oliver back arched as Sebastian came inside him, releasing a load moan that could’ve been heard through the whole building.

            Sebastian slowly took himself out and lay next to the boy, running his hand through Oliver’s sweaty and mangled hair. Oliver stayed still and quiet, maintaining a solemn stare out the window.

            “Don’t be like this Ollie”, said Sebastian in a hushed, coaxing tone. Oliver ignored him, his breath becoming shaky and his heart rate declining.

Sebastian sighed and turned Oliver to look him in the face, “Listen, a deal’s a deal. If you want to pay off this debt you’re going to behave, you understand?” Oliver nodded, a new fear of Sebastian coming over him. “Now”, he said standing up, “You’re going to do as I say for the next six months or there will be consequences. I own you know, don’t forget it”. Oliver looked down and nodded again, his body shaking slightly over Sebastian’s stern words. The man redressed himself and quickly checked his appearance in the mirror. For someone who was just roughly fucking, he looked extremely presentable. “I have some business to attend to. Get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow”. On that note, Sebastian walked out of the apartment, leaving a hurt and distraught Oliver alone.