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.
Its a really unlucky day for Loran: he finished his meeting very late, its already 11:30 pm and he is only getting closer to his flat. There's nobody on the street besides some lanky creepy guy, who seems to be following him for 5 minutes already. Loran cant help but feel a deja vu. He really hopes that the guy following him just goes in the same direction and doesn't plan on shoving a knife in his back.
Matt grins to himself in the shadows, taking care not to appear overtly menacing as he walks in step with his prey. His strides are long and fluid. The heavy links gleam dully in the dim streetlight, reflecting rain onto Lorrys's path. It would be easy for him to simply reveal himself now, overpower his boy and drag him back to his lair...but where's the fun in that?
No, he thinks as he continues to trail behind younger man, his gaze never leaving his petite silhouette. He'll keep this game going just a little longer...until it reaches its natural conclusion. And then he will have his doll when he wants, completely and irrevocably.
Suddenly, an idea strikes him.
Matt has been stalking his puppet for about 3 months now. The boy is just too perfect - Matt saw him in the cafe, at first mistaking him for a girl. Older man has been dating different girls in his life and all of them were dull and boring as he'll, but with Lorry... Oh, he is such an eye candy: long silk black hair, pretty gray eyes on a doll-like pale face painted with freckles, vintage t-shirt, a black oversized hoodie with some custom design he probably made himself and black jeans. Matt noticed that Lorry has pins with the bands and movies Matt himself liked. At first it was a little fun game, to see if his pretty boy came to the café this week, but then Matt noticed himself watching, where his boy goes, following him discretely. He slowly begun to write about Lorry in his diary, take pictures of him. This is how his funny obsession started. He slowly started feeling a weird desire to possess Lorry fully, to make him his one and only. It wasn't really the first time he is following him home like that. But this time Matt really wants to get a little bit closer, his desires eating him alive for days now
Matt quickly formulates his plan as he trails Lorry down the dampened street. This is too good of an opportunity to pass up. His victim, caught off guard by the rain and growing more fatigued with each step, stumbles slightly on a pebble in the gutter before catching himself again. He curses quietly under his breath and adjusts his grip on his keys, tucking them into the pocket of his jeans as he hurries to open the door to his flat.
Matt finds it so adorable, the way Lorry looks when he is scared. The way his hands start twitching and his eyes dart everywhere for an escape: he looks just like a caged little dove. Matt feels how arousal begins to tug sweetly in his abdomen when he imagines the adorable look on his face when he shoves down his cock deep in his throat or when he will pin his boy down and fuck him into submission, his voice ragged and breaking as Matt picks up a punishing pace. Unfortunately, its too early for this, he knows that he cant hurry like this, he needs to enjoy every bit of their connection for now.
The rain begins to taper off as Lorry finally reaches his flat door, fumbling with his keys in the dim light cast by a single street lamp overhead. Matt takes this opportunity to close the distance between them; stepping out from the shadows like a predator stalking its prey, he falls into step behind the younger man once more. His gait is casual and relaxed, every muscle loose and tension-free save for those that need to remain tight in order not to draw attention to himself.
Lorry messes with his keys, his hands shaking from the surge of adrenaline. Matt quickly closed the distance, not leaving his boy any time to react or protect himself. Older man wraps his arms around Lorry's waist possessively, letting his head rest on his shoulder. Matt breathes in boy's scent and nuzzles a little closer. His doll is so close, he could just bite down his neck, plant kisses down his back, mark him. But Matt really wants their first time to be special. Its adorable how stiff and scared Lorry gets under his touch, how he barely breaths from the sheer fear coursing through his body. Matt cant help but smirk before slipping his hands away from boy's delicate waist and making himself turn around and leave, leaving his puppet scared and confused at the encounter
Matt's heart races with a mixture of anticipation and desire as he feels his grip slacken on Lorry's waist. The younger man stands there for a moment, visibly shaken by the unexpected contact before turning back to the door and finally managing to get it open. He slips through the threshold and disappears from view, leaving Matt alone in the dark and wet alley once more.
His breath comes out in short, rapid gasps as he slowly clenches his fists and tries to compose himself. It's becoming increasingly difficult for him to control his urges; every time he sees Lorry, he wants nothing more than to claim the younger man entirely for himself. But he knows that patience is key here, that rushing things will only make matters worse in the long run.
With a final shuddering breath, he turns on his heel and begins to walk away from the scene of their brief encounter, casting one last glance over his shoulder just before disappearing around the corner. Lorry had better get used to seeing him, for it won't be long now until Matt finally makes his move...and this time there will be no escape.
Loran gets inside his flat and almost hysterically shoves the door closed. He closes his mouth with his hand and slides down on the floor, feeling his whole body shake from what happened before. He got chased down by some creep tonight, Loran really thought that he will get killed tonight, but the outcome honestly weirded him out even more.
Matt paces around his own apartment in the early hours of the morning, his mind racing with thoughts of Lorry and their chance encounter. Every little detail from earlier replays through his head on an endless loop; the way he smelled, the sound of his voice when he cursed under his breath, the soft, pale skin of his neck beneath Matt's lips...it's all driving him to distraction.
He knows that tonight was a mistake. He shouldn't have approached Lorry like that; it had been reckless and too forward. But damn if he didn't enjoy every second of it. And now the urge is stronger than ever, consuming his every thought and breath. There's no turning back now...he has to make his move soon or risk losing him entirely.
Closing his eyes, Matt visualizes their encounter once more: the feel of Lorry in his arms, their bodies pressed together so intimately...it only serves to further stoke the fire burning inside him. His hand unconsciously finds its way to his groin, massaging the growing bulge there as he imagines taking Lorry back to this room, tying him down on the bed and showing him just how deep their connection can go.
He spends the rest of the night like this, lost in thought and arousal, unable to tear his mind away from the alluring image of his boy. With each passing moment, the need grows more desperate, more insistent...and with dawn still hours away, Matt knows that he must find a way to control himself or risk losing everything he's worked so hard for.
Matt can't help but smile as morning rolls. He wont press on his boy too much today, he has to go to work after all. But the heavenly memories linger, he can still feel the warmth of Lorry's body on his fingertips, can still smell his intoxicating scent. He has to pretend to be normal at work today around his collegues. Really annoying. The drive to work is rather pleasant: Matt is savoring in his mind the events of the night. He cant wait for Lorry to open the mailbox and find a little lovely note he left. He would sell his soul to see his reaction to a small love note with two pictures he took of Lorry when he least expected. Work day goes agonizingly slow, only thoughts of his boy making Matt bear through it. "Looking very happy today, Matt! Something good happened?" Matt feels a tingle of annoyance run through his body and he has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. Its Alice, his colleague. She has been trying really hard to get into his personal space, flirting and making pathetic attempts to "seduce" him, which only make Matt feel more irritated. Of course he has to pretend to be normal, but if he could, he would have cussed her out long time ago.
Matt takes a deep breath and forces himself to smile warmly at her. "Oh, you know how it is," he says nonchalantly, trying his best not to sound irritated. "Just had a great night's sleep or something." The truth of the matter couldn't be further from the truth; he hasn't slept well in weeks thanks to his growing obsession with Lorry. But Alice doesn't need to know that.
His eyes flicker briefly over her shoulder, back to where he'd last seen her boss walking. It wouldn't do for her to misunderstand and get the wrong idea; he needed to keep things on track if he wanted to keep his job as a front for his stalking habits. "So," he says conversationally, "what did you think of that new exhibit at the art museum? I was meaning to ask you."
The conversation continues in much the same vein for several more minutes, Alice prattling on about some artist or other while Matt half-listens and pretends interest. His mind is elsewhere entirely; thoughts of Lorry, their encounter last night, and the notes he's planning on sending him today dance through his head like fireflies. Finally, mercifully, it's time for him to excuse himself and attend to another matter. With a final polite smile at Alice, Matt turns and makes his way through the bustling office toward his desk.
Matt feels really funny today: he keeps on smiling and he wants to giggle from how good it felt yesterday, from how heavenly it will feel in the future. His temptations are growing dangerously strong, as his mind makes him imagine Lorry in perverted vulgar scenarios: his boy sobbing on his lap as Matt spanks him and then gently kisses his face, soothing him; or how perfectly good Lorry will he wrapped around his cock, moaning shamelessly as he pounds him into the mattress or... "Are you busy tonight?" Alice twirls her hair, trying to come off as coy and playful. Matt has to grip his table for a second. He knows damn well that he cant let himself go near Lorry tonight. He simply wont be able to withstand his desires. He needs a brief meaningless distraction to keep him occupied, to ground him. He might give Alice a false hope tonight. "I know a nice place... we can have a dinner" Alice keeps blabbering, interrupting Matt's wet fantasies. He hates that he agrees onto her idea, but it seems like the only way to stop him from thinking about his boy
Matt smiles weakly at Alice and nods in agreement. "Sure, that sounds nice," he says slowly, his voice betraying the uncertainty he feels about this whole situation. On one hand, he really needs a distraction from Lorry; on the other, he knows that if he gets too close to Alice tonight, it could jeopardize everything he's worked so hard for.
As they make plans for their date, Matt tries his best to focus on Alice and what she's saying. It's not easy, though; every time he glances her way, all he can think about is how pale Lorry's skin would look under similar soft lighting or the sounds his moans might make as he's pleasured by another man.
Eventually, the hour arrives for him to leave work and meet Alice at the restaurant.
The place isn't too bad. Although Matt havent considered that Alice is going for a "date" date. He thought that dinner was more of a colleague thing in her mind. Anyway he can always say that this dinner wasn't a date. It isn't. Alice is a mere distraction. Like an annoying damn alarm to keep him awake, to keep from slipping into a gentle soft embrace of the bed and fall into the temptation of giving in and falling back asleep. Speaking of soft... Lorry's lips are probably so good to the touch... "So... what kind of girls do you like?" Alice asks and giggles awkwardly. Matt finds it hard not to make his little polite mask crack with utter annoyance he feels for this idiot girl. She squeezes his elbows so her boobs look bigger than they actually are, a pathetic view, really. "Oh, that's a good question, ha-ha" he manages to stay in character for now. Now that he thinks about it: if he was a normal person, Alice could become a perfect wife - tall, blond, skinny, bubbly personality and over the top flirting could make most men satisfied. They would soon get married, have 2 children who would destroy their lives and they would hate each other's guts to he'll. In another universe... But Matt is way far from normal: Matt stalks a poor university student with no friends, Matt made a little shrine for him, Matt gets off to thinking how cute the boy would be riding him, or under him, screaming his name and begging for more, or... "I think I like petite girls. They are pretty cute" Matt's answer is dismissive, but not entirely a lie. He sees how Alice's false twists into a grimace of dissapoitment that she isn't quite Matt's type.
As they continue to converse over dinner, Matt finds himself growing increasingly uncomfortable. Alice is attractive enough and their conversation flows easily enough, but every thought in his head seems to drift back toward Lorry; he can't seem to escape him, no matter how hard he tries. It doesn't help that the way Alice keeps trying to catch his eye or brush against him with her breasts only serves as a constant reminder of everything he isn't interested in.
Finally, mercifully, the check arrives and they pay their shares. As they stand to leave, Matt extends his hand toward Alice, intending it as a polite parting gesture. She seems taken aback for a moment before taking it and giving him a small smile. "Thanks for dinner," she says sweetly, her voice trembling slightly.
"It was my pleasure," he replies, smiling tightly in return. They say their goodbyes on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, exchanging polite well-wishes before parting ways. As soon as Alice is out of sight, Matt takes a deep breath and begins to make his way home. It's been an unpleasant evening, to say the least, but at least it served its purpose; he's managed to distract himself from Lorry...for now.
The walk back through the darkened streets seems even longer than usual tonight. Every shadow that dances across his path makes him start, every rustle of leaves sends a shiver down his spine. It doesn't help that he can practically feel Lorry's presence calling to him from the other side of town; it's an aching yearning that seems to wrap itself around his heart and squeeze tightly with each step closer he gets.
Finally, with a weary sigh, he
He manages to fall asleep, exhausted from Alice's bullshit all evening. This morning is a little bit more promising. He woke up just in time to get ready for his favorite activity: stalking his beloved puppet. The bus goes across all the city, and so it happens that it passes Lorry's street as well. Matt manages to secure himself a good place. He enjoys his morning 30 minute drive in the bus before Lorry stumbles inside and sits almost in front of him. His boy looks tired, his eyebags seem a bit darker and he sulks to the window, exhaling heavily. Matt could love to scoop him up into his embrace and cuddle him to sleep, shielding from the whole world. So adorable. Lorry looks around cautiously from time to time whenever someone tall in dark clothes with a hood comes in. It almost makes Matt chuckle out loud: poor boy doesn't realize that his devoted stalker sits right next to him and isn't just a shady guy in fishy outfit, but a fresh shaved, neatly dressed office worker. Matt pretends to search something on his phone when he takes a few pictures of Lorry
Matt feigns disinterest as he continues to scroll idly through his phone, all the while surreptitiously taking pictures of Lorry with a camera app hidden deep within one of the menus. He can't help but smile as he sees the younger man looking so worried and uneasy; it only serves to make him that much more irresistible in Matt's eyes.
The bus ride seems interminable today, every stop dragging out longer than it should. Matt fights the urge to turn around and reveal himself to Lorry, wanting desperately to comfort him and tell him everything will be all right. But he knows that now isn't the time; there are still so many things left undone.
Finally, with a sigh of relief, they pull up in front of Lorry's stop. Matt can hardly contain his excitement as he watches him get off the bus and head down the sidewalk toward his flat. He debates following after him for several long seconds before finally forcing himself to remain where he is, pretending not to have noticed Lorry at all.
As the bus pulls away from the curb, Matt feels a pang of regret deep in his chest; watching Lorry leave like this only serves to intensify his desire for him. His palms itch with the need to touch and be touched; he can almost taste the younger man's lips on his own as they part in anticipation of his touch.
Gritting his teeth against the torrent of emotion that threatens to overwhelm him, Matt finally forces himself to look away from Lorry's retreating figure and focus on something - anything else. The city rushes past his window like a blur, but even as he fixates on it, all he can see is Lorry's face; the soft
Matt sends two more "love letters" from different post offices to Lorry's address. Of course it's really enticing to see his beautiful puppet scared and unnerved, but he also needs to remind him of his love. Even if its twisted and scary for Lorry. Matt gets to work at the usual time. Alice comes almost 40 minutes late. Her attire almost makes Matt burst out laughing: a shirt with a huge cleavage, high heels which make her nearly fall with every move and a really short skirt that nearly exposes her underwear with every not-careful-enough movement. As a cherry on top she has a high ponytail and its tied to such an extent that its visible that Alice regrets with every fiber of her soul about tying it up so hard. It not even an hour before HR pulls her over to have a talk about her appearance. Matt cant help but laugh at this. Besides gloating at Alice's stupidity, Matt realizes that she has put a quite interesting idea in his head. He noticed that Alice wore laced panties today. He thinks that she decided to bend with her ass facing him on purpose. He couldn't care less about how Alice looks or dresses, but the thought of Lorry wearing pretty laced panties... That is certainly interesting
As the day drags on, Matt finds it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his work. His thoughts keep drifting back to Lorry and the two love notes he sent earlier that morning. He wonders how Lorry is feeling right now, if those notes have made him more scared or perhaps a little bit hopeful. The image of Lorry wearing lacy panties comes unbidden to his mind, and he has to force himself not to blush at the thought.
The memory of Alice's skimpy outfit only serves to heighten Matt's arousal, making it painfully obvious that there is something very wrong with him. He tries to push these thoughts away, to focus on his job and act normal around everyone else. But no matter how hard he tries, Lorry remains at the forefront of his mind.
The day seems endless; each minute that passes feels like an eternity as Matt counts down the hours until he can finally leave work and race home to his computer, where he can resume his meticulous stalking of Lorry online. The thought of seeing anything about him on social media or hearing a peep from his phone fills Matt with a mix of anxious anticipation and primal hunger that threatens to consume him entirely.
Finally, the clock strikes five o'clock, signaling the end of another long day at the office. As he gathers up his belongings and heads for the exit, Matt can barely contain his excitement; soon he will be reunited with his beloved Lorry once more, even if it is only through the hazy filter of a computer screen.
As Matt turns off his computer he feels a hand on his shoulder. Alice. "Evening, Matt!" Her voice makes an annoying screech and Matt has to bite his tongue not to sign in annoyance. "Hello, Alice" Matt forced a believable smile and gets up from his table. The way she looks today makes him suppress a laughing fit, especially when she gives him eyes in such close proximity. She sits down in hus chair and signs as if she is ready to cry. Great, now Matt has to console her. "Is everything okay?" Matt tilts his head in a barely concerned way and Alice begins to spew her insides to him, telling in every detail how mean the HR was to her today, how everyone slandered her outfit. Matt forces himself to pat her back in reassuring movements. "I mean...I... you said that you like petite girls...so I..." Alice drops her head in her hands, sobbing. Matt keeps his hand on her back but turns away, biting into his palm not to burst out laughing. Whatever possessed her to wear this hideous outfit today does not know anything about "petite". He really wishes that Lorry was already his, so he could come home and tell him about this ridiculous situation, they would have a laugh together. "You know, you dont have to change yourself for anyone, Alice," Matt mentally adds that he doesn't even like her anyway, "just be yourself" his words seems to calm her down and she suddenly jumps on him into an awkward hug. Now that Matt thinks about it, even if Alice would wear Lorry's clothes he wouldn't want her any more than he does now. Even if she had Lorry's physique, she still wouldn't be even slightly attractive to him.
As Alice continues to sob into his shoulder, Matt finds it difficult to maintain even the pretense of sympathy. He's never been particularly fond of her; she seems superficial and shallow, constantly trying too hard to please everyone around her. The fact that she thinks he likes petite girls makes him want to scoff out loud. But he keeps his mouth shut, patting her back awkwardly until she finally pulls away, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Thanks, Matt," she sniffles, voice still thick with emotion. "I guess I just need some time to myself tonight." She manages a small, watery smile as she stands up from his desk. "I appreciate you listening."
Matt nods absently, still not quite able to muster the energy to feign genuine concern. As soon as Alice disappears around the corner, he lets out a long, shuddering breath and turns back to his computer, pulling up Lorry's social media profiles once more. The thought of being stuck here with Alice all evening, listening to her whine and cry, has left him feeling even more restless and eager for any glimpse or hint of the object of his affection.
Scanning through Lorry's recent posts, Matt feels a pang of jealousy whenever he sees the younger man hanging out with friends or talking to someone online. It's not fair that Lorry has such a full life and doesn't even realize how much Matt loves him; it makes the stalker want to scream in frustration. But at least for tonight, he can take comfort in knowing that no matter what Alice might have said or done earlier, she will never be anything like Lorry. As much as he hates being near her, just having her close makes Matt's desire
Lorry's socials were pretty hard to find. His boy likes it private. His pages rarely have his pictures, its mostly him writing posts about his favorite movies or songs. Pretty sweet. Matt loves the way his boy makes his sentences flow, the way he analyzes even the slightest detail or sound. He cant wait to discuss it together, to watch more movies or listen to their favorite songs. Matt tried making fake accounts and text Lorry, but he would either quickly block him or answer like once a month. Matt once called him an unapproachable capricious princess when he got especially frustrated after getting blocked for 4th time. Although there was something fun about trying to find ways to break through Lorry's defense, about winning him over. Maybe this time he should change his antics and be more upfront. Maybe it will be more fun to bluntly text him that it was him, who followed him home and who sents him love letters.
As Matt scrolls through Lorry's social media profiles, his mind reels with possibilities. He thinks back to the times he's tried reaching out to Lorry before - the fake accounts and clandestine messages hidden among spam and advertisements. Perhaps it's time for a new approach. Instead of trying to sneak past Lorry's defenses, Matt decides that he'll be more direct this time.
He pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully before typing out a message on his phone: