On a rainy night, you tread the dampened path, a whisper of footsteps trailing behind. Yet, it's not the first instance of this eerie pursuit.
Loran cant shake off the feeling that he is being watched. His first university half-year has been pretty tough. He got bullied by his peers for his looks and choices and being followed home isn't the first instance this year. However, this time he feels more alarmed than ever. He quickly slips in the comfort of his home and let's out an exhausted sigh. Besides the bullying and stalking from his groupmates he started to feel am intense headache which comes from his toothache.
Your eyes flutter shut, exhausted as you sink onto your bed, the cold metal of the headboard digging into your back. The air in the room is warm and close, a welcome relief from the chill outside. You shiver slightly and curl up beneath the covers, grimacing at the persistent throbbing in your tooth. The stifling darkness envelops you like a comforting blanket, but still... that feeling remains.
Matt watches through the gap in your curtains as you enter your room. His eyes linger on every detail of your body as you move about, preparing for bed. He notes how your shoulders slump and your movements are slow and tired; it almost breaks his heart to see you like this. But he knows that soon enough, he will be the one to make you feel better, to ease your pain and fill you with a newfound passion.
The camera hidden in the lamp above your bed remains silent but vigilant, recording every move you make. Even when you're unconscious, it will continue to watch over you, cataloguing every breath and twitch. But for now, Matt contentedly withdraws from sight and retreats into the shadows, waiting patiently for his next opportunity to make himself known.
The minutes stretch on, and gradually your breathing evens out, growing deeper and more rhythmic. It's a soothing sound that envelopes him like a siren song, beckoning him closer. He longs to crawl into bed beside you, to wrap his arms around you and hold you close, feeling the warmth of your body against his. But for now, he must remain vigilant, biding his time until he can make that dream a reality.
And so he waits, silent as a ghost in the night, eternally patient but ever
You noticed that your dolly looks pained. Might be the wisdom tooth bothering him lately. You came home to watch how he sleeps on your computer. You cant help but picture how good he would look in your bed. How nice it would feel to touch his pale smooth skin and-. You try to focus on what tomorrow will bring for you. You force yourself to sleep, promising that you will go in the same bus as Lorry before heading for work.
You think that Lorry would look perfect in your arms. Or on your lap. Or under you, moaning your name and arching his back. You fall asleep, dreaming that he is next to you.
Matt manages to oversleep and miss his little secret escapade with Lorry. Its not like Loran even knows about Matt's existence, but just stalking him around the city feels romantic to older man. As if they are on a date together. Matt comes to his job, a bit later than usual. He is being greeted by Alice, reception girl. She is as annoying and chatty as usual. He lazily entertains her with a meaningless small talk, trying his best not to act irritated.
"Say, Matt... what kind of girls do you like? You never told me"
she acts coy and flirty, desperate for any kind of attention he can give. Matt chuckles at this question. "I like petite frail university students with long black hair. I like to stalk them at night and I cant wait to fuck his pretty little face and pound him into submission until he fully becomes mine and mine only." Matt thinks to himself. Of course he doesn't say any of it, instead politely smiling and blurting: "I like brunettes, short ones. Id love to take care of my girl" it almost comes out as spiteful and venomous. There is something about calling Lorry his girl or wife that makes Matt feel warmth spread around his chest. "I see... so romantic, Matt!" She hides her frustration and jokingly hits his shoulder. Annoying bitch
Matt smirks at Alice's comment and winks back, "I just know what I like, that's all." The truth is he has no idea why he's so obsessed with Lorry, or why he feels this overwhelming need to possess him. Maybe it's his beauty, maybe it's the way he walks and talks... Whatever it is, Matt can't seem to shake off these feelings.
As the day goes on, he finds himself constantly looking at Lorry in his mind's eye, imagining what it would feel like to have those soft lips wrapped around him, or how warm and soft his skin would be against his own. The more he thinks about it, the harder it becomes to concentrate on work.
Each time Matt guides his patients out of the operating room she tries to give him eyes. Its almost funny. She is the exact opossum of who Lorry is: Alice is 27, a tall blonde with a with chest and hips, passionate and flirty. Maybe, in another life where Matt would have been another normal person he would have chosen her, settle together, make her his wife and hate her guts, have 3 children and all that shit. But Matt is far away from normal. Matt doesn't want a typical girl which blends into 10000 same looking and behaving girls, no. He only wants Lorry and he will get what is his. Matt as usually guides his second to last patient for today to the reception so Alice can give him eyes again and lazily hand the patient the cheque for the surgery when he sees so painfully familiar silhouette of his beloved target. Loran sits in the corridor, waiting for Alice to get done with Matts patient. Matt feels his heart skip a beat. It feels surreal bur exciting, like his two worlds colliding together. Lorry toothache got too much, Matt thinks to himself, suppressing a hungry grin
Previous patient leaves and Alice's eyes dark at Lorry with disgust, as if he just caught her and Matt in the middle of sex. "Yeah? Can I help you?" Alice's voice is unbelievably sharp now, Matt almost finds it funny how fast she can turn from a "sweet girl" Into a mean bitch, doesn't mean that she will get awau with it. Loran doesn't appreciate such attitude either and raises his eyebrow.
"I want to sign for a checkup" Loran mouths jt through the teeth, mimicking the way Alice just spoke down to him. "We dont really have free slots. Its quite a busy place here. And you could have signed online too" Alice's face is twisting into a gross grimace as she spits it out. Matt finds it annoying. His bitch colleague won't interrupt him from getting closer to his target. After all he got a job here because it was the closest place to Lorry's house. "No need to be so rough" Matt starts, his voice is polite but firm, to put Alice to her place. "I have a gap at 6 tomorrow, will that do?" Matt slowly shifts his gaze to Lorry. He looks like such an eye candy: black tight jeans, striped turtleneck and an old baggy hoodie. Its the first time Matt can see his doll in such close proximity, he notices that Lorry has a pretty substantial amount of piercings on his ears and that he is wearing eyeshadow. Cute. It takes a lot for Matt to not just reach his hand and touch younger man in any way. Lorry smirks at Alice and nods, before leaving
When door closes Alice scoffs and rolls her eyes. "I hate those...I dont even know how to call them, Mattie..." Matt doesn't really listen to her, his mind racing with ideas how to make Lorry come this close again and again. Their first even touch feels so close yet so far away.
Matt snaps back to reality when Alice keeps on slandering his dolly for
"daring to interrupt her talk"
"Such a weird guy, I thought it was a girl first... what is up with men nowadays..."
"Oh, Alice," Matt replies with a knowing smile, "you know men can be unpredictable like that." He pauses for a moment before adding, "But I've always found that the most interesting people are usually those who don't quite fit into everyone else's neat little boxes." He lets out a soft chuckle, his gaze drifting off somewhere over Alice's shoulder as he continues, "It's like... they have something special about them. Something unique."
His voice trails off, and for a moment it seems like he's lost in thought. But then, the corners of his mouth curve upward ever so slightly into a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I guess I just find that kind of alluring," he murmurs almost to himself, more than a hint of longing in his voice.
Alice gives him a knowing look, like she can see straight through the charade, but decides not to press the issue further. Instead, she rolls her eyes and shakes her head before turning back to her computer screen with a huff. Matt watches her for a moment longer before turning his attention back to his own work, the image of Lorry still dancing in his mind's eye.
The waiting game continues.
Going to sleep tonight felt like a night before Christmas. Just a bit longer till Matt can get closer to his precious puppet. Moreover, he will put his fingers in Lorrys mouth and that thought alone makes him hard. The next day is a little hazy. Its Friday and pretty much everyone clocks out early at 5 or so, including Alice. "I understand your kind heart, Mattie, but you shouldn't accommodate everyone just because " Alice's desperate attempts to be liked are such a nuisance for Matt that its hard not to raise his voice at her. "Especially for such...nevermind..." she gives Matt an awkward hug before running off. Annoying stupid girl. At 5:40 Matt is completely alone in the clinic. Lorry comes shortly after. "Good evening, thank you once again for taking me in" boys voice is genuine and soft. It takes all self control in Matt not to just drug him up and drive home. "No problem at all. We can go to my cabinet" Matt gives his target a reassuring smile before guiding him in. "You seem tense, are you feeling nervous?" Matt starts off a simple talk to unwind Lorry as he hands him a paper to check if he has any allergies or something. Its not like he doesn't know it already, but just in case
Loran shrugs slightly and flashes a crooked grin. "Just a little, yeah. It's been a long week and I haven't had the best luck with dentists in the past." He takes the paper, skimming over it quickly to make sure there aren't any surprises. Then he looks back up at Matt with another sheepish smile. "Sorry for making such a big fuss earlier. You know how some people can be."
Matt smiles gently in return. "Don't worry about it. Some people just have a knack for finding trouble where there is none. But you don't seem like that sort of person to me," he says softly, leaning against the counter and watching as Loran looks up at him from beneath his lashes. There's an electricity in the air between them, tangible and thick enough to choke on. Matt swallows hard, feeling himself growing harder beneath his lab coat.
He pushes himself off the counter and crosses the room to stand beside Loran, carefully avoiding any contact that might seem too familiar or invasive at this point.
Loran awkwardly crawls into the dentists chair and shifts to position himself comfortably. "So, what has been bothering you?" Matt asks as he regulates the lamp and gets his tools ready. Lorry watches his every move with wariness. Cute. "My chewing teeth ache pretty bad and it kind of backfires into my whole jaw" boy purses his lips. "Lets see. Open up" Matt slowly places a small mirror to check if there's anything else. At least its what he tells himself while shamelessly touching boys mouth
The tension in the air intensifies as Matt leans closer to examine Loran's mouth. The younger man tries his best not to flinch or appear too anxious, but it's clear that he's uncomfortable with the situation. His breathing becomes shallower, quickening as adrenaline courses through him in response to this stranger's proximity.
Matt bites back a groan as he feels a twinge of sympathy for Loran; not because of his current discomfort, but because he knows what it's like to be in that position himself. It only makes the task ahead all the more difficult, and Matt struggles to keep his true intentions from showing on his face. He busies himself with examining and preparing his tools, doing everything in his power not to touch Loran any more than he absolutely has to.
But as he works, as his fingers dance across Loran's lips and teeth, he can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those soft full lips wrapped around him completely, or if Loran would moan in pleasure when he slid inside of him. He curses himself for being such a fool; this is supposed to be about control, about making Loran his completely and utterly. But all Matt can think about right now is the physical aspect of it, the need to feel that body beneath him.
The tension grows thicker between them as Matt continues to work on Lorry's teeth, trying not to think too hard about what would happen when this part of the plan was complete. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he finishes up and steps back, careful not to make any sudden moves that might startle his prey.
Matt removes his fingers from his soon-to-be-puppet's mouth reluctantly and concludes: "Everything seems pretty good, but you need to get your wisdom tooth removed " and Matt doesn't even lie here. Those can be pretty painful to have inside. It seems to make Lorry more worried than before somehow. "Will it be like?.. pricey?.." boy looks up with pleading eyes. Matt tilts his head, genuinely not understanding if his boy is just scared or uncomfortable. "I mean... Im just a student. I dont get much money, unfortunately. Maybe it can be cheaper without anesthesia?.." it almost makes Matt chuckle. As if he is letting his dolly have an operation without anesthesia. He theatrically looks around and then leans in closer, whispering to his new patient: "How about you come on Monday at 9 and I will do it for free?" Loran's eyes widen in disbelief and before he can start asking questions or begin to feel unsettled Matt adds: "I've been acting poor student too, I know how it feels"
Loran's eyes dart back and forth between Matt and the chair he just crawled out of, as if weighing the pros and cons of the situation. His fingers nervously dance across his thighs, revealing a silver ring adorning one of them. After what feels like an eternity, he nods hesitantly. "Alright... I-I'd appreciate that." There's a note of surprise in his voice, almost disbelief, as if he can hardly believe that someone would do something so kind for him without expecting anything in return.
"Really?" Matt asks, feigning surprise. "There's no need to thank me. I just want to help." He crosses the room and sits down on a stool behind his desk, fidgeting with a stack of papers as he speaks. "You know... you remind me of someone I knew once. They were always so kind, so giving... it was incredible how much they did for people." His voice trails off, and he busies himself with straightening the pens in a nearby cup.
"Was that person special to you?" Lorry asks softly, seemingly drawn into Matt's story despite his better judgment. The older man hesitates before answering. "In a way," he says slowly, looking up at Loran from beneath his lashes. "They meant everything to me."
The air between them thickens as Lorry stares at him, searching for some hint of honesty in Matt's expression. Finally, the younger man nods, seemingly satisfied with whatever he sees there. "Well... I appreciate it," he says quietly, flashing a brief smile before looking away once more.
Lorry slips out of the building and dissappears into the evening fog. Matt is more than happy with such an outcome. He will heal his puppet and then kidnap him, steal him for himself and claim him fully. As he drives home, older mans mind keep replaying the sensations of his fingers ravaging through Lorry's hot and wet mouth, making him imagine dirty filthy things he will do to him
As Lorry slips out of the building and disappears into the evening fog, Matt can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness coursing through him. The plan is set; Monday at 9pm, he'll have his prey right where he wants him. He drives home slowly, letting his mind wander to the images of what he intends to do with Lorry once he has him all to himself. His dirty fantasies consume him as he undresses for bed, every inch of his skin burning with desire for the younger man.
He closes his eyes, trying to sleep, but it's useless; thoughts of Lorry keep racing through his mind. He pictures himself pinning Loran down on his bed, kissing him deeply as he explores the warmth between his legs with eager fingers. The mental image of how sweet Loran would taste beneath him drives Matt wild with lust, and for what feels like hours he lies there, fighting against the urge to crawl out of bed and find Lorry right now.
Finally, exhaustion overtakes him, and he drifts off into a fitful sleep. The last thing he sees before darkness claims him is the image of Lorry's trusting eyes looking up at him from beneath his hoodie as he stands there in the reception room.
Next 2 days go like in a haze. Alice keeps trying to ask stupid questions and he tries to deflect them. "Do you like it when a girl is chasing after you, Matt?" Alice leans to the counter, pressing her arms together, trying to make her tits look as big as she can. "I wouldn't say so. If I really like someone, I would do anything for them" Matt answers lazily. "I heard that guys like nympho girls..." Matt almost snaps at Alice for talking while he is working. But the thought of fucking Lorry for hours, milking him dry and licking his tears off his face makes him feel hot. Patience, Matt adds mentally. Alice finally clocks out at 8. "Hey, Mattie, maybe you would like to go for a diner out with me? I know a good place" she leans onto the doorframe, making pleading eyes. Lorry does it way better anyways. "No, sorry, Alice. I feel pretty tired for today. Maybe next time" Matt doesn't even hide that its just an excuse, but it seems to work. When everyone leaves, Matt prepares the surgery utensils. He turns off the cameras and makes sure to sneak in the drug, close to the anesthesia. Lorry slips into the building carefully, as if he is a spy. It almost feels intimate between them two.
Loran slips quietly into the building, his heart racing in anticipation of what is to come. He glances around nervously, taking note of Matt's preparations for the surgery. The older man seems so at ease with himself, almost as if he's done this countless times before. It's unnerving.
As Lorry approaches the dentist chair, his knees feel weak and rubbery beneath him. "Are you nervous?" Matt asks softly, looking up from where he stands near the counter. Loran swallows hard, feeling the knot of fear in his stomach grow tighter.
"A little," he manages to whisper. "But I trust you." The words come out before he can stop them, and as soon as they're spoken, a rush of heat fills his cheeks. He looks away quickly, focusing on the dentist chair instead. It's stupid, he knows that, but there's something about the way Matt says things... it's almost like he means it in a different way than Lorry intended.
Matt chuckles softly and shakes his head as he watches Loran squirm. "You don't have to trust me," he says, walking over to stand beside the younger man. His voice drops even lower when he adds, "But I promise I won't hurt you." Lorry feels the muscles in his back tense at the words; it's almost as if Matt is saying something more than just about the operation. It makes him shiver.
"Okay," he whispers, forcing himself to meet Matt's gaze. There's a question in his eyes, and he knows that he should be careful, but there's something about this man that makes it impossible for him not to trust him just a little