Love can be really sick and twisted. Especially when viewed from a position of religious intolerance. Especially if you're a masochist. Especially when your sadist is your childhood friend turned enemy. And especially when the masochist is the real...
(Accidentally published an unfinished side B a little to early. Don't want anyone to be too dissapointed so I'll publish side A early.)
John's p.o.v.
I put my car in park and turn the ignition off. I was at Logan's apartment for the first time since I've known him. He needed a ride to work today since his car was in the shop. Just as I step out onto the asphalt, my phone chimes with a notification. I check it to see that it's from Logan.
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Logan never mentioned a roommate before. I shrug my shoulders at it. It probably just wasn't too important given that it's a new roommate.
I head up the stairs of the building Logan mentioned and find his apartment, no problem. I knock on the door and wait for my friend. A short while later, the door opens, answered by a thin boy wearing a maids apron and...just a maids apron? I furrow my brow. Was I at the right apartment?
"Is Logan here?" I question.
The boy's cheeks flush. "He's...uhh...getting ready." He was clearly embarrassed but gestures for me to come in none the less.
I step inside and am a little surprised to see how clean everything is here. Then I notice the twink maid boy cleaning while I waited and put two and two together. I had several questions. Logan walks out of what I'm assuming is his bedroom, slipping on his suit jacket as he comes through the door.
"What's up?" He greets as he makes his way over.
"Hey." I greet back. "What's with...uhh-" I gesture with my head towards the barely clothed guy cleaning his apartment.
Logan chuckles before leaning in to whisper something in my ear. "That's my new roommate. I found him online...he has a major shaming and domination kink. He does whatever I tell him to do. I call him my house fag."
I furrow my brow at that. Something about it made me uncomfortable.
"Watch this." Logan proclaims.
He heads to his kitchen cabinet and grabs a bottle of scotch and a glass. "Hey, Ethan. You've been a good boy lately so I think I'll reward you a little."
Ethan watches as Logan poors the alcohol into the glass, sits the bottle down and then spits into the drink before mixing it in with his finger.
Logan hands the glass to Ethan. "Drink up."
I watch in sick amazement as Ethan accepts the glass with a "Thank you, sir" and downs it almost desperately. Logan chuckles at the sight of it.
"Now get on your knees." Logan demands.
"Y-yes sir." Ethan complies, practically falling to his knees.
"I need my shoes cleaned before I go." Logan looks down at him, a sadistic glint in his eye. "You know the deal."
