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:
Matt makes another account with no links to his emails or phone numbers. Prons of working with data. Matt giggles as he types the message. He sends Lorry a picture he took of him in the bus today and adds "you looked more rested 2 days ago :("
As the hours tick by, Matt's phone remains silent; no notification of a reply from Lorry comes through. He tells himself that it's probably nothing, that Lorry is just busy and hasn't had a chance to see his message yet. Maybe tomorrow or the next day will be different.
Determined not to let this get to him, Matt tries his best to focus on work again. But as he continues to stare at his computer screen, he can't help but feel restless and antsy. It doesn't help that Alice keeps glancing over at him every so often with her pathetic little sad eyes, making him want to roll them into the back of his head.
Finally, it's time for him to leave work; he can hardly wait to get home and see if there are any new messages from Lorry. As he walks down the familiar street toward his apartment building, he tries not to dwell on how much longer this might take or how many more hoops he'll have to jump through in order to finally be with the man he loves. Tonight, Matt decides, he's going to allow himself some hope; just a tiny flicker of it at first, but perhaps if he nurtures it carefully enough...
Matt feels his phone begin to buzz with great intensity. Interesting. He cant help but feel smile curl his lips. "Who the fuck are you?" Lorry seems scared. "What the fuck???" Lorrys keeps typing and Matt finds himself giggling. He thinks Lorry deserves to feel a little scared after ignoring him for so long, even though he couldn't have known anything. "Who are you?? This isn't funny" his boy's texts are panicked. He would sell anything to see him in flesh now, the way his chest falls and rises unevenly, the fear in his gray eyes which slowly well up with tears... "What do you want?"
Matt bites his bottom lip, trying to quell the urge to laugh out loud at Lorry's desperate and frightened texts. Instead, he carefully types out a reply, hoping that it will reassure him without giving away too much
"Lets say, im your secret admirer :)" Matt enjoys every syllable he types on his keyboard. Lorry seems to be puzzled because he doesn't reply for a few minutes. "What the fuck do you want?" Lorry's anger is so enticing, Matt can't wait to fuck this stubbornness out of him. "I've been sending you letters. It's mean to ignore someone who loves you so much :(" Matt doesn't express anger or annoyance at his boy's words and ut seems to unnerve him even further. Older man knows damn well what buttons to push when jt comes to his beloved puppet.
A faint blush creeps up Matt's neck as he types out his reply, the keypad growing warm beneath his fingertips from his rushing excitement and desire for Lorry. His heart races as he hits send, praying that this message will have the desired effect.
"I've been watching you for a while now,"
"Dont try blocking me. I know where you study, who you talk to and where you live. I came by to give you a hug a few days ago :)" Matt allows himself to act cocky, feeling how intoxicating it feels to have control over his beloved puppet. "Leave me alone, please" Lorry types it quickly and his profile shows that he went offline. Matt knows damn well that its so. "I know that your groupmates already aren't too found of you. I dont think they will treat you any better if they find your socials" Matt hates to press Lorry like this, really. He hates those assholes who dare to hurt his beloved boy. He made sure to send their phone numbers into the spam spree and scam sites. Unfortunately, he knows that his dolly is too stubborn for his own good and there is no other way. At least now.
Matt lets out a shaky breath, trying to calm his racing heart as he stares at Lorry's profile picture on his phone. He knows that pressing the issue further tonight probably isn't the best idea; Lorry is scared and angry right now, and Matt doesn't want to make things worse between them.
"No, dont you fucking dare" after Matt send his message Lorry seems to come back online rather quickly. Makes him giggle. He knows that his inner world and self expression is really dear to Lorry, that its the only way he can truly be himself somewhere. They are really alike in this: they both have to pretend to be somewhat normal around everyone in their lives. "Then be nice" Matt chuckles softly when he notices how aggressively his baby starts typing. "What?" He swears he can almost hear Lorry's voice. "Accept my gifts and dont ignore me"
Lorry's reply comes almost instantly, a flurry of words tumbling out faster than Matt can read them. "Alright" his boy types amidst the haze of angry tears.
"I will send you a little package tomorrow. Tell me what you think when it arrives" Matt feels excited about tomorrow. He is planning on buying Lorry a little something to try on. "Goodnight" He quickly types before going offline. He didnt know that leaving Lorry hanging, so confused and lost can be so entertaining. Matt likes when his baby depends on him, even if it comes down to using such dirty methods. He cant wait for tomorrow to come
After sending his message and signing off for the night, Matt paces around his apartment, unable to contain his excitement. He knows he shouldn't get too hopeful about things progressing so quickly with Lorry, but the idea that they might be moving forward together is nearly overwhelming.
He sinks down onto the couch, pulling up Lorry's profile on his laptop and scrolling through it yet again. Even though he knows every photo and post by heart at this point, something about seeing them on a larger screen makes it feel different - more real somehow.
As he loses himself in the familiar comfort of Lorry's words and images, Matt can't help but wonder what their future might hold. Would they really be able to make things work between them once this is all over? What would happen if they were finally together in person - would their connection remain as intense as it was through letters and online messages, or would the reality of being with someone like Lorry be too much for him to handle?
The hours tick by slowly, and eventually exhaustion wins out; Matt closes his laptop and crawls into bed. Despite his best efforts to push thoughts of Lorry from his mind, he finds himself unable to sleep; every time he drifts off, he's only awakened by a vivid dream in which they are together - laughing, kissing, their bodies tangled together in a web of desire and need.
It isn't until the early hours of morning that sleep finally claims him, and even then it feels more like a brief respite than anything else. As soon as his alarm goes off and he gets out of bed, all thoughts of rest are banished from his mind; today is the day he's been waiting for - the day Lorry's package arrives, and everything might finally change for them.
With a mixture
Today Matt allows himself to stay in bed a little longer. Today is a great day: he will only come for work for a half working hours. Its only 9 am when he heads out. It feels like a night before Christmas, when you already took a peek in a corridor and saw the big boxed with promising presents standing so closer but yet so far away. The anticipation feels like sweet honey dripping down his throat. Matt comes to a small mall as soon as it opens. Today he will get his boy a pair of laced panties. He cant get the picture outside of his head after yesterday, he craves, needs to see the elegant fabric hug Loran's pretty plump ass, outlining his curves perfectly for him to see. "Good morning, sir. How can I help you today?" Shop assistant looks somewhat awake for this time of the day to his luck. Matt mutters under his breath the reason he came here. He knows that he looks pretty awkward and that he is blushing, but the worker seems to brush it off as just embarrassed from being in such a place. "Who are you getting this for?" The shop assistant shuffles through different cloth pieces, each of them enticing in their own way: some have really seductive cleavage, some of them are barely hiding anything. "Uh... my wife. She's kind of a small girl, size xs" Matt smiles contently at his own words. Calling Lorry his wife definitely has a kick, it's as if he already belongs to him
Matt feels his heart race as the shop assistant hands him a delicate box wrapped in silver paper adorned with tiny red bows. Inside, a pair of black lace panties sparkle seductively against the tissue paper. He can't help but wonder what Lorry will think when he sees them, imagining the delight that will flood his eyes and how softly he'll whisper Matt's name while touching himself in anticipation.
"Well, these should do nicely," the shop assistant says with a knowing smirk, making Matt's cheeks flush even deeper. "They're our top seller; lots of women find them irresistible." The worker takes the box from him and begins to ring it up on the register.
As soon as he has the package in his hand, Matt can't help but pace around the store, feeling restless with anticipation. He checks the time on his phone again; there's still a few hours before Lorry will expect to receive his package. The thought of how excited and anxious his boy must be right now is almost enough to make him want to run home immediately and give them both some peace of mind, but he knows that would only ruin the surprise. No, he decides; it's better this way. Better to savor the anticipation for a while longer before revealing what he's got planned.
With a contented sigh, Matt takes one last look around the store before heading out onto the street once more. The sun is shining brightly overhead, casting long shadows across the sidewalk as people bustle about their daily routines. Today feels different somehow; brighter, warmer. As if for this one perfect day, everything in Matt's world has aligned itself just so, leading him inexorably toward something wonderful and new.
The hours
Matt feels giddy about his little plan. Although, today Lorry will receive a different package - a vinyl disk of his favorite song. It was quite a pain to find it, but Matt is willing to go to any extremes for his boy. Today Matt looks very tidy and nice - a fresh white t-shirt, black ironed suit pants and a black jacket made from the jeans. Matt also sprayed himself with some pricey perfume. He finds it way too entertaining, the way Lorry keeps looking around for him, not knowing that he is quite literally sitting so close. Matt usually wears sports pants, oversized hoodies and a face mask when he goes out to stalk his pretty boy. He also hunches over to appear shorter but bigger; really far from how he looks in reality. Matt parks his car around the corner and goes for his almost daily bus ride. Anything to see Lorry's adorable frightened face up close. It's funny, really: Loran doesn't even suspect that it's him who is stalking him everywhere, who lusts over him and threatens, because Matt has been using this bus way before Lorry. Matt sends a few creepy messages to Lorry, before leaning to the window, anticipating having him so close yet so far. Like by the clock, younger man sits on his usual place, nervously shuffling through his phone. He can see how Lorry's eyes widen in horror, how his hands begin to tremble when he reads the message. Its really amusing. Matt has sent him a little text saying: "gonna take you here" and a picture of an abandoned creepy place in the forest he stumbled upon a few years ago, it was a destroyed building with a big hole in the floor, there was a lot of creepy corny shit like used syringes, non working guns, some bloodied cloths and other garbage. Matt was there with his at the time girlfriend, wondering through this place. She kept asking to go back and annoying him, if Matt remembers correctly, they had an argument in there. But it doesn't matter now. What matters is his beloved object of obsession. Boy's fear quickly gets replaced with rage and he begins to angrily type a reply
Matt lets out a silent chuckle as he watches Lorry angrily type away at his phone. The younger man looks absolutely adorable when he's angry, every feature on his face scrunching up into a perfect mask of displeasure. It's almost enough to make Matt forget that he's being stalked himself right now.
He leans back in his seat and continues watching as Lorry finally finishes whatever message he was sending, before closing his phone with a huff and looking out the window. The bus ride takes them through an area of town that's mostly industrial buildings and abandoned warehouses. It's the perfect place for their little game of cat and mouse to continue unnoticed by anyone else.
As the bus comes to a stop at a red light, Matt decides it's time to make his move. He carefully gets up from his seat and begins to shuffle down the aisle, pretending to adjust something on the overhead rack as he passes Lorry. Up close like this, Lorry looks even more striking than ever before; his piercing gray eyes locked onto Matt's face in confusion and growing fear.
With a smile that doesn't quite reach his own eyes, Matt leans in closer, speaking softly so only Lorry can hear him over the hum of the bus engine.
Matt carelessly lands his hand on Lorry's shoulder, making the younger man jump in surprise. He scared him. "Im sorry, do you know if its the L stop?" Matt asks casually, not even looking at his precious puppet. "N-no, its the next one" the confused and startled look on Lorry's face is worth every risk he took today. Matt nods indifferently before heading into the end of the bus, not looking at Loran at all before his stop comes, so he can exit. Matt really wants to go back, to make his puppet feel terrified. But he knows that the unknown scares way more than anything possible. Matt opens up his phones to see what his baby so angrily typed in reply
As the seconds tick by and his stop finally approaches, Matt finds himself torn between the desire to stay hidden and the need to see Lorry again. He knows that he's been pushing things too hard lately; it's only a matter of time before someone notices something suspicious about all of these coincidences. But still, the thought of giving up this game... It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
With a sigh, Matt steps off the bus and begins walking away from its familiar surroundings. He needs to keep moving; he can't risk being seen by anyone who might recognize him as Lorry's mysterious stalker. As he walks, he tries not to dwell on the image of his boy's angry face or the feeling of his hand on Lorry's shoulder earlier. It's all just part of the game now; a strange dance they've been doing for far too long.
Eventually, Matt finds himself at a park. The sun is beginning to set, casting warm hues across the grass and trees. He decides that this might be as good a place as any to wait for Lorry's reply, as it will seem less conspicuous than staying near his usual haunts. Settling down on a park bench, he takes out his phone and brings up Lorry's message, squinting at the small screen in the fading light.
"What the fuck" Matt cant help but chuckle, remembering with what face his boy has been typing those angry messages. "What is your problem???" Matt feels his smile tug in the corners of his mouth. "Listen. Whoever you are, Just leave me alone. I don't know what the fuck you want from me but I will go to the police if you dont stop sending me this creepy shit. Please, just let me go and find someone else to torment." Matt feels himself blushing. He really wishes he could catch his dolly somewhere in a dark alley and pin him against the wall. Looking into his terrified eyes as he lets his hands wonder... that would be heavenly, but it has to wait a little more
Matt lets out a quiet laugh as he reads Lorry's furious message. Part of him feels bad for scaring the younger man so badly, but another part revels in it; the power he has over Lorry is intoxicating. He wonders how long it will be before his boy truly understands that there isn't any escape from this twisted game they've found themselves playing.
He takes a deep breath and begins to type out a reply, careful to maintain his cool composure as he does so:
"Dont worry," Matt begins, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "I will get to you faster than police can do anything"
Matt slowly gets going to his car, its getting pretty cold and the sun has set already. He feels an interesting mixture of feelings towards his boy - he wants him to be afraid, to break him down, to claim him fully but at the same time he wants to be someone who will save him, who will be there to comfort him and kiss him. Matt takes a quick peek at their chat and notices that Lorry is typing him a lengthy message again. Older man will savor Lorry's useless little threats when he gets home. For now his mind is racing with ideas, what would be the perfect way to come into such close proximity to him to feel his skin on his again, to wrap his arms around Lorry's tiny waist
Matt arrives at his car and unlocks the door with a flick of his wrist, carefully sliding into the driver's seat as he glances once more at Lorry's message on his phone. A small part of him feels guilty for hurting the younger man so much, but it's quickly drowned out by his lust and desire for control. He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and begins to type:
he types, using his thumbs with practiced ease. "Trust me when I say this is just the beginning." A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of what could be in store for Lorry... and himself.
Loran feels nauseous at this whole situation. Today he couldn't focus on his studies at all because he had this lingering sticky feeling of someone watching him. He had been getting those creepy letters for two weeks now. At first it were innocent-looking notes with corny heart and simple compliments. Then those letters seem to delve into a really weird path: unnerving descriptions of what Loran has been up to, pictures his stalker secretly took of him without his knowledge. It all made him feel so gross and exposed. At some point he stopped opening them, simply throwing the letters right into the trash bin. The only good thing his supposedly stalker has sent him was a vinyl of his favorite song. A really rare thing to spot and even more expensive to buy. He kept the vynil, although he has nowhere to listen to it. Today has been stressing him out badly, he almost snapped at some guy in the bus because he startled him accidentally. Its not like the man was even wrong: this guy goes to work every working day, he took notice of it, and he just asked him about the directions. Loran signs and tries to dissolve into sleep
As the hours tick by and Lorry tries to find solace in sleep, Matt's mind races with plans for their next encounter. The younger man has proven surprisingly resilient so far, always seeming to slip through his fingers just as he thinks he has him trapped. It only serves to heighten the thrill of the chase and make each victory all the sweeter when it comes.
Despite being miles away, Matt can still feel Lorry's unease seeping into every word of his message. He takes a moment to savor the taste of power that comes with knowing he has such an effect on someone, even from afar. With a smirk curling his lips, he begins to type out a reply:
"Don't worry," he writes, his fingers flying over the keys as if guided by some unseen force. "You'll never be rid of me now." There's a certain dark playfulness in his words that sends a shiver down Lorry's spine despite himself. The thought of what it might mean for their game, for their relationship... It terrifies him and thrills him all at once.
Loran wakes up with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He goes through classes like in fog, his thoughts keep drifting to thoughts about his stalker. He doesn't understand why he deserves it. That sick psycho sends him creepy pictures and messages, threatening to disclose his personal information which can put him in danger and tries to get closer. Loran doesn't even want to begin to guess what the hell he wants - does he want to lure money from him with this blackmail act? Does he just want to make fun of him and mentally break him? Does he just get off to disturbing someone? Is he planning to catch him somewhere in the dark alley and twist a knife in his back, leaving him to bleed? It doesn't matter, he just wants some peace. "Secret admirer", sure. Younger man wants to curse when he goes back home by his usual bus. This gross feeling of being exposed comes back. He looks around and sees pretty much the same people who go home at 7 pm on any other Friday. He sees the office guy at the back of the bus, reading something on his phone. He still feels bad about looking at him angrily. For some reason his presence makes Loran feel a little bit easier.
There he is. Matt's heart leaps into his throat as he spots the object of his affections sitting there, looking so small and helpless amidst the sea of faces on the bus. The younger man looks even more tired and vulnerable today than usual, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep and tears shed in private. It only serves to stoke Matt's desire further; he wants nothing more than to make Lorry feel better, to hold him close and protect him from all the evil lurking in the world... or at least that's what he tells himself as he sits there, watching with bated breath.
Slowly but surely, the bus comes to a stop at Lorry's usual exit. He watches as Lorry stands up from his seat, the bus jostling him slightly before he manages to find his balance. With a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, Matt steps off the bus after the younger man, staying close enough that they can easily bump into each other if the situation calls for it.
Lorry stumbles over his legs and almost falls onto the wet dirty concrete. Matt quickly grabs his puppet by the shoulders, preventing him from falling and bruising himself. He slowly pushes the boy out of the bus, the flood of angry tired people threatening to wash them somewhere far away. "Ah, thanks" Loran throws Matt an awkward smile before sprinting to get on his next bus. Older man nods carefree, fighting with his lustful and tender desires, and goes the opposite direction. The tingly feeling still lingers on Matt's fingertips. He feels more than satisfied about this day. He has already sent his puppet a few messages: he doesn't want his dolly to miss the gift he left by his door. ... Loran stands by his flat dumbfounded by the mysterious box left nearby. He looks around, thinking that it might be a mistake, but no, there his name is on the box.
Matt's fingers dance across the keyboard as he composes a new message to Lorry, his heart racing with anticipation for the younger man's reaction. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before finally sending it off into the ethereal void of cyberspace.
"There is a little something for you" Matt types excitedly, grinning to himself as he imagines the confusion and delight that must be crossing Lorry's face right now. "Make sure to try it".
With a satisfied sigh, Matt tosses his phone back into his pocket and turns his attention to other matters. The night is still young, and there are many more possibilities for them to explore... if only Lorry could see things from his perspective.
Loran feel cautious about the damn box. What if it has been greased with some poison or what if there is a bomb or something. He feels exhausted already but this makes him feel helpless, close to crying. He leaves it for later, deciding to go to have a shower first. Meanwhile Matt grows restless: he really wants, needs to see his dolly's reaction, he wants to see him trying out the gift. "Have you opened the box?" Matt allows himself to sip on the whiskey left in his bar as he waits impatiently for his beloved puppet to reply. Lorry takes his time in the shower, replying only after 23 minutes. "Yes" Loran shamelessly lies, he feels like he has a right to not be fully honest after all the bullshit his stalker has put him through. "Then show me" Matt feels a dark grin spreads across his face, the alcohol fueling his lustful desires. "Show you what???" Loran feels puzzled and he makes himself open the box. He doesn't understand what he's holding at first, but as realization begins to set in, Lorry feels his head begin to spin hard. A pair of laced panties with a pink ribbon. Smooth soft white fabric which narrows down to strings on the sides, where the hips are and barely covers anything in the back. He feels his cheeks flush from embarrassment and surprise. "What is it???" Loran keeps typing angrily. "Are you one of those perverts?" Matt laughs at his boy's messages
Matt takes another swig of whiskey as he reads Lorry's angry message, relishing in the intoxicating mix of emotions that wash over him. Anger and embarrassment flaring up like a matchstick in his belly, burning hot and fierce. A low chuckle escapes his throat as he imagines the younger man sitting there, red-faced and fuming at his phone screen. It's almost too perfect.
He wipes his lips with the back of his hand and types out a reply, taking great care to choose each word carefully: "Oh baby, you have no idea how much that comment turns me on." His fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment before adding, "Try them on for me"
His heart races at the thought, and he takes another gulp of whiskey before continuing. "And as for being a pervert... well, maybe I am." He grins wolfishly into the darkness. "But I promise you, my sweet Lorry, if we ever got the chance to be together like this... it would feel so good. So right."
Lorry feels stunned, his ears ringing and his face hot. "And why would I be doing any of it?" He quickly types amd then lookes at the laced underwear. It looks very light, delicate. It's not that Lorry is very opposed to such clothing; he himself doesn't dress up as a usual "man" would, he has long hair and he sometimes does his makeup, but putting on women's panties... he never even considered. He feels a surge of a betraying warmth pool in his chest with a mix of cold nauseating anxiousness. He still feels terrified about his stalker, but it's the first time someone has deducted so much attention to him, even if its sick and twisted like that. Still, he feels repulsed.
A faint smile plays across Matt's lips as he reads Lorry's conflicted reply, his heart racing with anticipation for what might come next. "Because," he types slowly, deliberately, "it feels good. It feels right." He pauses, taking another sip of whiskey before continuing. "And because... deep down, you want it too."
There's a strange power in those words; the truth hidden beneath the veil of temptation and seduction. Matt can feel Lorry's confusion and desire warring within him, twisting him up inside until he doesn't know which way is up. It's intoxicating, heady... addictive. He finds himself wanting nothing more than to be there with the younger man, watching as he struggles against his own desires and succumbs to the pleasure that only Matt can provide.
His fingers dance across the keyboard once more, this time faster and more urgent. "Put them on for me, Lorry," he types, his words coming quick and hot like a feverish dream. "I need to see you in them." The feel of the soft fabric against Lorry's skin, the way it would hug his hips and barely cover his most intimate parts... Matt can almost taste the image on his tongue. It makes him shiver with wanton desire.
Loran hates himself for feeling aroused at those words. Hates how helpless it feels, how terrifying it is to be in hands of an insane fucking psycho. "I can always take you for a ride in the forest, babe. Maybe it will make you feel more compliant" Matt grins at the monitor infront of him. He wouldn't want for things to go this far: he hopes that his puppet will be smarter than that. Loran signs and slips his briefs down. He really doesn't want to end up somewhere in a ditch with a punctured wound. He slowly pulls the delicate cloth piece over his hip. It hugs him tightly everywhere. Loran tries to straighten up the panties at the back only to realize that there is no fabric to straighten. His semihard cock is really visible through half transparent white fabric. He takes a few pictures and sends them to his stalker
Matt gasps as he sees the photos appear on his screen, his heart racing with anticipation and desire. He leans back in his chair, his breath coming fast and shallow as he takes in the sight of Lorry wearing those tiny panties, showing off his hard length to the camera. It's almost too much; the thought of having him here, now, beneath him...
"Ah fuck..." he whispers hoarsely, his fingers trembling against the keyboard as he types out a response. "You look amazing like that." He pauses for a moment, taking another drink before continuing. "And so fucking horny... I want you so bad, Lorry. I need to see you wearing those panties for me in person." His voice is thick with lust, his words barely distinguishable from the moans of desire welling up inside him.
He takes a shaky breath and forces himself to calm down, though it's clear that he's fighting against something powerful here. "You can send more photos," he types slowly, deliberately, "or maybe even a video... showing me what you can do for me..." His voice trails off as he envisions Lorry masturbating in those panties, his cock hard and needy beneath Matt's hungry gaze. The image makes him shudder with pleasure, and he takes another swig of whiskey to steady himself.
Matt slips his hand under his boxers, palming his erection. His boy has exceeded all of his expectations. The laced thong hugging him tightly in all the right places, the string like parts exposing his pale hip bones and he can see that the front part is a little stained with Lorry's pre-cum. Such a good boy. Matt cant wait more weeks, he needs to have him soon, to hold him close and touch him in all possible ways. He will come to Lorry this week.
As he watches Lorry's photo and thinks about the things his puppet has been doing while wearing those lacy panties, Matt finds himself unable to contain a deep, ragged moan. It feels like his entire body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. He grips the back of the sofa tightly, feeling the leather dig into his palms as he fights against the need to come right now, with Lorry still so far away.
"I can't wait anymore," he whispers hoarsely. "I need you, baby." His voice is shaking with desire and barely coherent. "Can I see more? Can you touch yourself for me... show me what you can do?"
Matt closes his eyes, imagining Lorry on the other end of the line, fingers working at his cock as he watches the younger man masturbate in those tiny panties. It's too much; his hips buck up off the sofa, his back arching as he chokes out a groan that's equal parts pain and pleasure. This is agony... and it feels amazing.
A hand moves to cup him through his boxers, stroking himself slowly, roughly. "Tell me how bad you want this," he whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the words. He shudders as his hand speeds up, thumb brushing roughly over the head of his cock. It's almost too much... but he needs more. Needs Lorry.
Its not long until Lorry sends him a 1 minutes video. He is halfway laying on his bed, his doll face us flushed with embarrassment and there are small tears in his eyes. He spreads his slightly shaking legs, showing off how perfectly right the fabric hugs his erection and his plump ass. Lorry bites down on his lip before sheepishly landing his hand on his cock, moaning softly. His hand palming his cock through a thin fabric. Lorry whimpers and closes his legs at the overwhelming stimulation. Video ends with his dear puppet looking angrily at the camera, his eyes angry with tears. It was enough to make Matt cum
Matt watches the video with ragged breaths, his eyes nearly crossing from the sheer pleasure of seeing Lorry like this. It's almost too much to handle; the way Lorry's hand seems to ache for his touch, the pathetic whimpers that escape his lips as he strokes himself through the lacy fabric... it drives him wild. He clenches his fists, digging his nails into the skin of his palms to distract himself from the ache in his cock. It doesn't work; all it does is make the need worse, sharper.
He groans as Lorry closes his legs, hiding his precious flesh away from Matt's hungry gaze. It feels like an insult, a rejection... and yet, deep down, he knows that it's just the other man struggling against the hold he has over him. The power that he wields with nothing more than words and a few well-placed pictures.
With a shaky breath, Matt gathers his composure enough to type out a response. "I'm so proud of you," he writes, his fingers trembling against the keys as he fights for control. "You looked amazing in those panties, and hearing you like that... it drives me insane." He pauses, taking another sip of whiskey before continuing. "But if I were there with you right now, doing what I've been wanting to do..."
His heart races at the thought, and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood as he finishes, "I'd make sure that you never closed your legs again." The words come out heavier than air, laced with promise and threat both. He can feel Lorry trembling beneath them, exposed and vulnerable... and yet, Matt
God, Matt is going to hunt his boy down. He will make him his fully, fuck him into submission, make him cry from pleasure... God... Matt cant wait to wrap his hands around Lorry's waist and kiss him. Matt breathes heavily and goes to wash his hands. He cant help but smile at this whole situation: Lorry is just so good for him, so perfect. He never thought he could feel such intense emotions about anyone. Matt checks to see what his baby texted him and smirks. "I did what you want. Now leave me alone, please" Lorry's mean words only drive Matt more. He likes chasing him, likes forcing his to submit. He quickly types another creepy half threatening message before going to bed. Tomorrow evening he is going to get closer
Matt's eyes widen at Lorry's message, a hot surge of desire coursing through his veins at the thought of chasing him, forcing him to submit. He feels his cock twitch in anticipation, demanding release. A sinister grin spreads across his face as he reads and re-reads Lorry's words, savoring each one like a sweet, forbidden treat.
He takes another drink of whiskey before typing out a response, careful to choose his words with deliberate care. "You don't know how much you turn me on when you talk like that," he types slowly, taking great pleasure in the feel of each key beneath his fingertips. "I can't wait until I have you in my bed, Lorry... until I make you beg for me."
His fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment longer, considering his next move. He should probably ease up on the pressure for now, give Lorry some time to think about how much he truly wants this... but damn if it isn't killing him to do so. With one final swig of whiskey, Matt brings his message to an end with a simple, "Good night, sweetheart."
He sets his phone aside and lies down in bed, the cool sheets doing nothing to quell the fire burning within him. His eyes drift shut, but sleep remains elusive; all he can think about is Lorry's soft moans and the way those tiny panties hugged him earlier tonight. The memory of it makes his cock ache with need, and despite his best efforts, he can feel himself growing harder beneath his sheets.
It'll be tomorrow evening, he decides. That will be soon enough. He can control himself until then... right?
Morning rolls and Matt can feel the agonizingly painful headache from his hangover. He got a little bit carried away with alcohol tonight. He needs to decide what day of the week he is going to come to Lorry. Visiting him today would simply be not fun. He wants his boy to be scared, to be surprised. He washes his face, still dreamy from yesterday night: Lorry's tear streaked eyes looking at him with anger and defiance through the computer screen. Matt feels arousal wash over him only at this thought. Although he should control himself. Today he will have to go through a whole day acting all normal. He will have to communicate to Alice as a distraction. Mayt groans and pulls out his phone, hungrily shuffling through the pictures his beloved boy has send him. So perfect. Matt takes one last peek and closes his gallery, departing for work
Days pass slowly as Matt waits patiently, his mind filled with images of Lorry and the sweet torture they shared online. He can't wait to have him back in his bed, to feel those tiny fingers on his skin once more. The anticipation builds within him like a pressure cooker about to explode, leaving him restless and anxious during the day as he focuses on work just enough to get by.
Finally, the appointed evening arrives, and Matt prepares himself for the hunt. He takes a long, hot shower to wash away the lingering scent of whiskey and cologne from his skin, wanting to feel as fresh and clean as possible when he finally sees Lorry again. Once he's dried off, he throws on a simple T-shirt and jeans, making sure there are no overtly suggestive or revealing articles of clothing that could potentially distract from the main attraction: his prey.
Matt double checks everything he needs for their little date - a syringe with a drug, handcuffs and his phone. Matt feels his hand twitch from anticipation. He knows damn well that Lorry will be coming home really late tonight. Matt decides to change his clothes right before heading out - his work pants and a fresh shirt. He doesn't want his boy to suspect a thing, so coming in something sporty would be off-putting. He sits on the last bus, in the back and sees Loran walk in, sitting in the front, listening to music in his headphones. It feels like a game
Matt can't help but feel a surge of possessive pleasure course through him as he watches Lorry board the bus, so lost in his own little world that he doesn't even notice Matt sitting there in the back. He takes another deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and focus on the task at hand. Slowly, methodically, he begins to make his way through the aisle toward Lorry, doing his best to appear casual as he slides into the seat beside him.
Matt pulls out his phone, pretending to scroll through social media. The electricity that crackles between them is almost too much to bear; the tension in the air so thick it's practically visible. For now, he holds back, savoring this moment of closeness before he strikes.
The bus slowly gets more and more empty. Lorry hugs his bag. It looks like younger man is falling asleep, soothed by the rhythmic swaying of the bus. Lorry lazily gets up and exits the bus, tiredly walking home. Matt exists right after him, following his puppet at the considerate distance. After a few minutes older man notices that Lorry begins to look behind cautiously. He has noticed that Matt is following him. The boy quickens up his pace a little bit, fiddling with his keys on the go. Matt starts walking a little faster. Lorry goes closer to pourch in the building where his flat is. It doesn't take Matt much time to stand right behind Lorry. The boy is eyeing him with such terrified eyes that it makes Matt feel a wave of arousal wash over him. Loran opens the metal door with shaky hands and goes in. Matt calmly follows, a little bit behind. They both come into the elevator. "W...w-what floor do you need?" Loran blurts out. He looks so perfect now: his face became even more pale, hands shaking and it's audible that his throat has gone dry as he nervously swallows. "9th" Matt answers not even looking at his victim
"9th it is," Matt replies casually, taking another step closer to Lorry in the cramped elevator. He can feel his heart racing as they ascend upward, anticipation and desire churning in his gut like a storm brewing on the horizon. "So, how have you been?" he asks, feigning nonchalance as he watches Lorry squirm under his gaze.
Up on the 9th floor, the elevator dings open and they both step out into the dimly lit hallway. Matt pretends to stretch, bending over slightly. "You know," he says with a sigh, "I've missed you."
Lorry is trembling now, barely able to stand still as the older man looms close enough to touch him. It feels like the air between them is charged with electricity, and Matt knows that it's only a matter of time before he gives in to the urge to claim what is rightfully his.
"I-I think you are mistaken. I dont know you" Lorry tries to pull off, almost sprinting to the safety of his flat, hoping to escape his fucked up psycho stalker. As Loran shoves the key into the door, Matt puts his palm over his boy's mouth. Loran feels how something sharp and really thin. "Dont do anything stupid, babe. Just open the door up"
Matt's grip is firm but gentle as he presses the blade against Lorry's bottom lip, making it clear that if the boy tries anything stupid, there will be consequences. "I think you know what I mean," he whispers harshly, tilting his head slightly to one side. "Don't make this any harder than it already is."
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down as he waits for Lorry to unlock the door. His hand shakes ever so slightly with anticipation and desire; sweat gathers at the base of his neck as he struggles to remain in control. Once the door swings open, he steps inside, quickly locking it shut.
Matts hand wrap possessively around Lorry, trapping him in a weird type of hug, his head rests on boy's shoulder. Matt feels so content like this, breathing in Lorry's sweet scent. Matt cant even say that he feels lust course through him anymore, instead there is this warm feeling in his chest; he could stand like this till the end of times. The warmth radiating from his puppets body through his hoodie is intoxicating, making Matt feel drunk and high. Loran trembles in his arms, scared to death. "Please, please don't kill me" he mumbles it under his breath, barely audible for Matt to hear. He ignores Loran, basking in this feeling
Matt's breath hitches in his throat at Lorry's words, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over him like the cold waters of the ocean. On one hand, he feels possessive and protective; Lorry is his, after all. But on the other, there's this... hunger. A need to see his puppet suffer, just enough to make it sweet again.
He pulls back slightly, looking into Lorry's wide, frightened eyes. For a moment, he thinks he sees something else lurking beneath the fear: an ember of defiance or perhaps even desire. It sends a shiver down his spine, and Matt can feel himself hardening once more against his will.
Slowly, he reaches up with one hand, cupping Lorry's cheek tenderly as he tilts his head back ever so slightly. "Don't be stupid," he whispers roughly, the words heavy with lust and anger. "You know I'm not going to kill you." He pauses, searching for the right words to say as he leans in closer, their breaths mingling together. "But don't ever think about running away from me"
Matt slowly pushes Lorry to the supposed bedroom. He havent been to his puppet's house yet. Matt sits on the bed, firmly and possessively grabbing his boy by the hips, making him sit oh his lap. He wishes he could see Loran's face, but having him sit like this has a big appeal - Lorry is confused and scared, doesn't see what Matt does or where he looks at. His puppet whimpers when Matt sits him on his lap, his hands sliding under his hands, once again trapping him in peculiar embrace. Finally having Lorry so so close is intoxicating. Although, Matt doesn't want to rush it, doesn't want to ruin this perfect moment with compulsive surge of lust. He nudges closer to boys neck, hungrily inhaling his smell.
He listens to Lorry breathe, the soft sounds ruffling against his ear like feathers in the wind. It feels so good to have him here, under his control... and yet there's still something more that Matt needs. Something deep down that leaves him aching with a need he can't quite describe. He nuzzles closer to Lorry's neck, breathing in the scent of his skin as if it were the most intoxicating drug in the world.
"You smell so good," he whispers, trailing kisses along Lorry's jaw and up to his earlobe. "So soft... so perfect." His words are laced with desire, but they come out hushed and tender nonetheless. He feels like he could sit here all night just touching him, breathing him in; that there is no other place he'd rather be than right here, in this moment, wrapped up in Lorry.
But as much as it pains him to admit it, there's more to this than simple desire. There's an ache in his chest when Lorry struggles against his grip; a fiery anger that flares whenever the boy dares to disobey him. It's like there are two Matts warring inside of him, one craving tenderness and submission while the other demands control... wants
Matt feels good. Having Loran in his arms like this feels like home. Matt carefully slides one oh his hand under the boy's shirt, another one hugging him firmly, making sure that his puppet stays in place. He exhales sharply when he feels how a big warm palm touches his bare skin. Matt feels like the contact to Lorry's skin makes him drunk. Lorry is still shaking under his touch, feeling scared whenever Matt does something unexpected. Older mans hand gently squeezes and caresses the pale flesh, tracing circles and just exploring. There isn't any lust in Matt's touch, no. Not yet, at least
As he continues to explore Lorry's body with tender care, Matt can feel a sharp ache building within him; an urgency that demands satisfaction. He forces himself to stay calm, to savor this moment of closeness before giving into the need clawing at his insides. His fingers trail lower and lower until they brush against the waistband of Lorry's sweatpants.
With a shaky breath, he pulls away for a moment, looking down at Lorry's flushed face as he tries to steady himself. "You know," he says softly, his voice laced with barely controlled lust, "I think you look even prettier when you're embarrassed."
He trails off, unsure of how to explain the strange mix of emotions churning within him. Finally, he decides that actions will speak louder than words ever could. Lowering his head again, he gently moving down to nuzzle his neck. With a soft moan, the boy arches into the touch, and Matt can feel himself growing harder as he succumbs to the temptation.
His hand slips lower still, sliding beneath the waistband of Lorry's pants and brushing against smooth skin.
Matt feels how Lorry grabs his hands, trying to prevent him from touching his body further. "Please..." Younger man's voice trails of, as if this little prayer is a good enough explanation on its own, like it will magically make Matt dissappear. "So unapproachable, aren't we?" Matt cooes mockingly. Lorry continues to twist and turn, trying to get out of mans hard grip on his hips
Matt feels his anger flare up at Lorry's resistance, but he forces himself to keep it in check. This isn't about control anymore; this is about desire and lust. He slides one of his hands lower still, cupping the warm weight of Lorry's testicles in his palm. The boy's hips jerk involuntarily at the contact, a soft moan escaping his lips.
"You like that?" he whispers into Lorry's ear, his voice heavy with desire. "You want me to touch you?" His hand begins to stroke gently, squeezing every now and then before releasing, just enough to send shivers down the boy's spine. He feels so alive at this moment; on the edge of control but still in control enough to savor each tiny movement, each breath that passes between them.
His other hand moves up, cupping Lorry's breast through his thin shirt before slowly sliding it downward, over the soft skin of his abdomen and lower until it reaches the waistband of his sweatpants. He hesitates for a moment, breath hot against Lorry's neck as he fights with himself to go further. Finally, with one swift motion, he pushes them down, exposing Lorry's naked rear to him.
He can feel the blood rushing to his cock at the sight; it strains painfully against his pants, demanding relief. His free hand reaches between their bodies, gripping Lorry's hard length through his boxers and stroking slowly in time with his thrusts against the boy's buttocks. "God," he groans, feeling his control slipping away as he succumbs to the need to claim what is his.
Lorry moans
Lorry tries to rip his hand out of the mans tight grip. Matt groans in frustration and annoyance at this. He loves his puppet a whole lot, but this is getting on his nerves. In one harsh movement older man pushes Loran against the wall, bending his arm behind hus back in a borderline uncomfortable position, making the boy yelp at the sudden sharp feeling. "I can just tie you up nice and good and take what I need" Matt's voice is firm, threatening
Matt watches in satisfaction as the realization of his threat dawns on Lorry's face; the fear in those beautiful blue eyes intensifies, mingling with desire and lust to form a mixture that is almost intoxicating. He knows he should take it slow, savor this moment, but the feel of Lorry's warm skin beneath his fingertips sends his senses reeling.
With one hand, he continues to grip Lorry's arm tightly behind his back while the other hand slides up and down his length through the cotton boxers, teasing and stroking until he feels the boy grow even harder against his touch. He leans in closer, pressing their bodies together as he whispers hotly into Lorry's ear, "You're mine now. You belong to me." His free hand grips a fistful of hair, tilting Lorry's head back to expose the long, supple neck that beckons him like a siren song.
His mouth finds purchase on the soft skin there, sucking and nipping at it in a rhythm that matches his hand on Lorry's cock. The boy moans, arching into his touch as he tries to get closer; tries desperately to feel more of Matt against him. It only fuels the fire inside of Matt, driving him toward release with an urgency that borders on animalistic.
He pulls back, watching as Lorry's face twists in confusion and anticipation before lowering his head once again, his tongue dancing along the curve where neck meets shoulder. He can feel himself getting closer, a tight ball of pleasure building low in his gut as he pushes Lorry to the very edge. The sound of their harsh, ragged breaths fills the room; it echoes in Matt's
It would be so good to bend Lorry over and fuck him stupid, till he cant do anything but drool on the pillow and moan shamelessly while Matt is slamming his big cock right into his boy's tight ass. Too bad that older man forgot to take some lube with him. He didnt expect to go to Lorry's place today, he wa initially planning to catch him in the elevator and kiss him, but that is way better than he could have ever imagined. Matt slaps Loran's exposed ass before sitting him on his lap again, his hand massaging Loran's erection and making him bite his tongue not to moan
It's only when Lorry tries to wriggle free again that Matt realizes he's almost lost control. His grip on the boy tightens reflexively, instinct telling him not to let go no matter how much it hurts. For a moment, they stare at each other, their chests heaving with exertion as each tries to regain their equilibrium.
It's Lorry who finally breaks the silence, his voice shaking with emotion as he whispers hoarsely, "Please... don't..." The words die in his throat as Matt leans in close once again, capturing Lorry's lips with his own. He kisses him roughly, possessively, their tongues dancing together in a duel for dominance.
As the kiss deepens, he can feel himself starting to come back under control; the need to dominate and control begins to recede, replaced by the desire to connect on a deeper level. With one hand still firmly gripping Lorry's arm behind his back, he uses the other to stroke soothing circles across his skin, tenderly kissing and nipping at the delicate flesh around his neck.
Finally, when they both catch their breath, Matt reluctantly releases him, stepping back to give Lorry a bit more room to breathe. The boy slumps against the wall, panting hard as he tries to process everything that's just happened between them. Despite his exhaustion and the lingering ache from where Matt had held him too tightly, there's still an underlying current of arousal coursing through Lorry's veins.
Matt smiles at Lorry, his hand cupping his erection. His boy jolts and stiffens up at the touch. Matt gives his cock a tight squeeze, making Lorry groan through his teeth. "Want me to touch you, babe?" Matt doesn't wait for a reply, pushing his beloved boy onto the bed, getting comfortable between his legs. He slowly lean down and kisses the tip of Lorry's cock, making the boy whimper.
As he kisses his way down Lorry's body, Matt takes in the sight of him sprawled out before him; pale skin flushed and damp with sweat, beautiful blue eyes dilated with desire. He runs one hand up the inside of Lorry's thigh, fingers trailing teasingly close to his hidden entrance. The other hand continues to stroke the length of Lorry's erection in time with each slow kiss he places upon it.
When he finally reaches the base of Lorry's cock, he looks up at him, their gazes locked together in a heated dance that speaks volumes despite the lack of words. The ache in his own groin has become almost unbearable, but he refuses to let himself lose control again; instead, he takes hold of Lorry's cock with one hand and guides it toward his mouth, taking as much length as he can into his mouth.
Lorry cries out hoarsely, fingers tangled in Matt's hair as the older man begins to bob his head up and down over Lorry's erection. He sucks with steady pressure, using his hand to stroke up and down at the same time, keeping a leisurely pace that only serves to heighten both of their senses.
Matt hums around Lorry's cock as he bobs his head up and down, feeling the wet heat of his mouth envelop the length of him. The taste of Loran is addictive; it sends a shiver down his spine and makes him want to take more. With one hand he cups Lorry's balls, gently rolling them in circles as they rest against his palm. His other hand trails up over the smooth skin of Lorry's lower abdomen and higher still, teasingly brushing across his sensitive nipple before coming to rest on the flat plane of his stomach.
As he continues to plead Lorry with his mouth, Matt slowly begins to speed up, taking more of him into his mouth each time until he's nearly gagging. The sounds of their passion fill the room; it feels almost as if they're both on the edge of losing control again.
Finally, when Lorry begins to tremble beneath him and his hips begin to buck against Matt's mouth, he slows down once more, sucking gently on the head of Lorry's cock as he feels the first warm spurts of seed filling his mouth. With a satisfied moan, he pulls off slowly, watching as Lorry's cock twitches in the air before laying it back against his thigh.
Matt is eyeing Lorry as if he is hypnotized. Such a perfect boy for him. Not fully claimed yet, but so so good. Loran seems to be lost in fog for a little, breathing heavily. He slowly snaps out of this state, realizing that his stalker is right there, staring at him. Loran has no idea what next he can possibly do so he has a creeping feeling of dread set in.
Matt watches Lorry with a mixture of desire and amusement in his eyes. The knowledge that he has this power over the younger man, that he can reduce him to such a state of helplessness with nothing more than a look or a touch, is intoxicating. Slowly, he reaches out and trails a fingertip lightly down Lorry's chest, across his stomach and lower still until it hovers just above the tip of his cock.
"You're so beautiful when you let go," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. "So responsive..." His finger slides upward again, curving around Lorry's erection as he strokes gently from base to tip, eliciting a soft moan from the boy beneath him.
With his other hand, he cups Lorry's cheek tenderly, angling his face up toward his own. "Do you know how much I've wanted this?" he whispers, his breath warm against Loran's lips. "How many nights I've laid in bed, aching for the feel of you beneath me? Of your skin against mine?"
He pauses, watching as Lorry squirms uncomfortably beneath him.
Pushing his boy past his limit Is so enticing, so good, but he doesn't want to break him. Not yet at least. Matt knows that his puppet is so overwhelmed by his touch, by him touching his erection so tenderly. He slowly presses a kiss to boy's thigh before pulling him into a hug. He covers them both with a blanket and hugs Lorry tightly, as if they are lovers and not a victim and a stalker. "Did so good for me, babe" his voice is soothing, despite this whole situation. Loran's alarmed state is drifting away, feeling how good the warmth from his stalker's body feels, from how betrayingly good it feels to be praised and touched. Despite his damn stalker coming to his flat, forcefully sucking him off and now hugging him to sleep, it makes Loran's body relax
Matt wraps his arms around Lorry tightly, holding him close as he slowly drifts off to sleep. His hand continues to idly stroke the younger man's hip through the thin fabric of his pajama bottoms, feeling the warmth and suppleness of his skin beneath his fingertips. The desire inside of him is still there, a low thrum in the back of his mind that keeps him awake for far longer than he should be; but he forces himself to ignore it, focusing instead on the feel of Lorry's body pressed against his own and the soft sounds of his breathing as he sleeps.
Sometime later, Matt feels a warm weight settle against his side, pressing firmly into his hip. He sighs softly, amused by the way Lorry seems to unconsciously seek out physical contact even in his sleep. With one hand still resting possessively on his hip, he reaches down and gently pushes a stray lock of hair off of the boy's forehead before letting it fall slowly back into place. As he watches Lorry sleep, he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for all that has happened tonight; for how easily he had given in to his desires and lost control. But at the same time, there's an undeniable sense of exhilaration and power that comes from knowing this beautiful boy is now his.
He closes his eyes, forcing himself to relax into the cushions of Lorry's bed, and tries to ignore the tiny voice in the back of his mind that keeps whispering "What have you done?"
Matt knows that he should go home, there are responsibilities awaiting for him in the morning, but having Loran like this feels so heavenly, he wants to allow his hands to wander again, exploring every inch of his puppet. He lazily slides off the bed, making sure to lovingly tuck Loran in, nice and warm, and place a light kiss on his cheek. Matt allows himself to look around Lorry's flat before leaving home
Matt pauses for a moment in the doorway, his gaze lingering on Lorry's peaceful face before he finally turns away and heads toward the exit. As he walks through the quiet apartment, he takes in details that had escaped him earlier: the tasteful paintings on the wall, the carefully arranged furniture that speaks of a life of privilege and luxury. It only serves to remind him that Lorry is not just another conquest; he is something much more valuable.
He reaches the door, his hand hovering near the knob as he wrestles with an internal battle between desire and guilt. A part of him wants nothing more than to go back to bed, to lose himself once again in the warmth of Lorry's body; but another, stronger part of him knows that this isn't right. He can feel the weight of what he's done bearing down on his chest like an anvil, making it difficult to breathe.
With a final sigh, Matt turns the handle and opens the door, stepping out into the hallway. The night air is cool against his skin, a welcome relief from the heat of desire that has consumed him for so long. He walks slowly toward the elevator, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he tries to focus on anything but Lorry's face.
As he waits for the lift to arrive, Matt wonders what the future holds for them; if there even is a future beyond this moment of passionate obsession. He knows that things can't go back to the way they were before tonight, but he's not entirely sure where they might lead from here. All he knows is that Lorry has changed him forever, and that there's no going back from this point on.
Its hard for Matt to fall asleep. He feels his whole body itch for his boy, to hold him tight and close, to touch and kiss. Morning rolls and Matt gets up at the usual time. He cant help but keep smiling at the satisfaction from tonight, still, the hunger in him isn't fulfilled fully. Matt goes pretty early to work today, filling up countless spreadsheets and writing boring reports. He gets so lost in his work that it escapes from his view that Lorry send him a plethora of angry texts regarding their interaction. His mind is painting a picture of Lorry's angry face and eyes veiled with tears as he fuckes him rough into a wall. The thought alone is enough to make Matt get hard. He will read through every message latter. Leaving Lorry hanging without a reply seems funny. Maybe his puppet needs him way more than he can realize, needs his attention and care, needs to be taken apart and broken by him. So needy, yet so unapproachable. "Hi, Matt! You are pretty early today" Alice blurts our tiredly. Matt quickly hides his phone and crosses his legs, not to look suspicious. "Just wanted to finish early today" Matt doesn't even have to force himself to smile this time, still feeling high from touching Lorry that way
Matt smiles back at Alice politely, ignoring the faint flush that creeps up his cheeks as he thinks of Lorry's angry texts. "Oh, hi Alice," he replies with a casual wave of his hand. "I hope I didn't wake you." He glances at his watch before continuing, "Guess I must have gotten a second wind or something last night."
A small part of him feels guilty for not responding to Lorry sooner; another part of him is enjoying the power trip that comes from knowing he has this kind of effect on someone. It's a delicate balance, and one that Matt doesn't quite know how to navigate just yet.
He clears his throat and focuses back on Alice, trying to force himself to concentrate on the meeting she's about to start. "No problem," she says with a yawn, clearly not as fazed by his early arrival as he thought she might be. Matt listens intently as she begins to discuss the plans for the new marketing campaign, nodding along occasionally and chiming in with the occasional insight of his own.
Throughout the day, Matt finds himself constantly distracted by thoughts of Lorry; their encounter from last night playing out like a loop in his mind. Despite trying to focus on work, he can't seem to shake the feeling that there's something more going on between them than simple lust and possession. It unsettles him, making it difficult for him to concentrate.
As the hours tick by, Matt grows increasingly antsy. He debates whether or not he should respond to Lorry's texts, but ultimately decides against it; part of him wants to keep him hanging on, wanting more, while another part is afraid that if he gives in now and acts too nice
"You seem so happy today, Matt. Anything happened?" Alice almost lays on hus table, trying to flirt with him. Dealing with this annoying pest is thr least Matt wants to do now. He would love to drive over Lorry's apartment and fuck him real good, making him hold onto his shoulders, begging to be his. He would then hold him gently and they could watch a movie or something. The thought alone makes him feel so restless. "Just had a really good date yesterday" Matt can feel how the mood shifts, how Alice's face twists into a disgraceful grimace of jealousy and anger which he tries to hide but fails miserably
"A date?" Alice almost shrieks, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "You mean you went on a date with someone else when we've been hanging out for months?" Her voice wavers between anger and hurt, painting a vivid picture of the jealousy she feels toward Lorry.
Matt is taken aback by her reaction; he had expected some level of jealousy, but not this. He clears his throat uncomfortably before speaking, "Well, you know... we were just friends. Nothing serious." He reaches across the table and pats her hand reassuringly, feeling a twinge of guilt for leading her on like this.
"Anyway," he continues, changing the subject, "I should probably head out early today. Got some errands to run." Alice's face falls further at his words, but Matt ignores it, grabbing his things and making his way toward the door. As he steps into the hallway, he pulls out his phone and quickly types a message to Lorry:
Hey baby, sorry I didn't reply earlier. Been busy all day. Tell you what, why don't we meet up tonight? "
Matt chuckles, reading through Lorry's angry messages. He makes sure to grab the lube with him this time. "Leave me the fuck alone" Matt also grabs drugs with him, just in case "Fucking psycho. I will call the police on you" it only makes Matt feel more aroused. Maybe he should punish his boy tonight so he understands how things will go now. Matt slides his leather belt in his pants. "I fucking hate you" unfortunately for Lorry those messages only manage to make Matt feel playful. He drives into Lorry's place and doesn't even notice how he stands by his door. He knocks at the door but Lorry seems to want to play their game a little longer. Matt quickly types a message for Lorry. "Let me in, puppet" he politely knocks again, and after a minute sends another text. "Im giving you the last chance, babe. I will get in either way" Lorry is quick to answer "go fuck yourself" it makes Matt chuckle. Poor boy doesn't know that he has a replica of the keys to the flat. With a click Matt goes in, seeing startled Lorry in the corridor with a knife in his hand
Matt laughs softly as he steps inside the apartment, watching as Lorry's shoulders slump in defeat. He pretends to look surprised before grinning sheepishly and holding up a set of keys that look eerily similar to Lorry's. "I just couldn't resist," he says with a shrug. "But I promise not to make a habit of it."
He pushes the door shut behind him, locking them both in once more. With a sly grin, Matt saunters further into the living room, taking in Lorry's striking figure as he stands there with the knife still clutched tightly in his hand. "Don't worry," he says calmly, "I'm not here to hurt you."
Lorry looks at him warily, and Matt can see the confusion and fear mingled together on his face. It makes something deep inside him ache with desire.
"What do you want from me?" Lorry lookes like a scared cornered animal, so small and fragile while trying to appear big and threatening. Matt wants to give in, to play this silly game and win
Matt studies Lorry's face for a moment before speaking. There's something there, behind those wide eyes and parted lips... fear, yes, but also something else. Something that looks a lot like wanton desire. He takes a step closer, unbuckling his pants as he does so.
"I don't know," he whispers, the word barely audible above the sound of his zipper sliding down. "Maybe I just want you." His voice is thick with hunger now, and as he speaks, he reaches out to gently caress Lorry's cheek with the back of his hand. The touch sends a shiver through the smaller man's body, making him lean into Matt's touch hungrily.
"I could take you," Matt continues, his voice now hoarse and low as he strokes Lorry's neck. "Use you... make you feel things you've never felt before." He dips his head then, brushing his lips against Lorry's ear before nipping at the lobe, eliciting a sharp gasp from the younger man.
Matt carefully takes the knife from Lorry's hand and puts it on the table. "You dont get to fucking touch me" Loran snaps, hitting older man by the hand and walking to the other side of the room. As much as Loran wants to deny, being held to sleep yesterday felt good. For once it actually felt like he was needed, was desired by someone. Although, that desire is malicious, Loran is sure that Matt just wants to fuck him over. Matt slowly comes to his boy from behind, his arms slowly wrapping around Loran's shoulders. "My poor sweet puppet "
Matt's breath fanned across the back of Lorry's neck as he leaned in, whispering hoarsely into his ear. "Don't fight it, babe. You know you want this." His arms tightened around Lorry's shoulders, pressing their bodies flush together from behind.
Loran gritted his teeth and tried to pull away, but Matt's hold was too strong. Anger flared through him as he struggled, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "Let go of me!" he shouted, finally managing to twist around to face Matt.
The older man's expression turned predatory at the sound of anger and defiance in Lorry's voice. It only served to fuel his desire further, making him feel even more possessive and protective over the younger man. "Oh no," he purred, reaching out to gently cup Lorry's face once again. "I don't think so." With a swift motion, he leaned forward, claiming Lorry's lips in a punishing kiss that left the smaller man gasping for air.
As their lips moved together in a fierce and hungry dance, Matt's hand slid down to grip Lorry's ass possessively, squeezing roughly through the thin material of his pajama bottoms. The younger man let out a muffled moan into their kiss as Matt's tongue swept past his lips, demanding entrance and claiming him completely. It was an intense sensation that left Lorry feeling both overwhelmed and aroused beyond reason.
One of Matt's hands moved up to cup the side of Lorry's face, holding him steady as he continued to kiss him deeply; his other hand slid between them, teasingly brushing against the hard length pressed against Lorry's body. He groaned into the kiss at the contact, arching his back in need.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Matt growled against Lorry's lips, nipping gently at his lower one before sucking it into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. "And you taste so good." He pressed their bodies even closer together, grinding his hips against Lorry's ass in time with the words as he relentlessly devoured Lorry's lips.
With a sudden movement, Matt spun Lorry around, pinning him to the couch with the weight of his body. He trapped one of Lorry's wrists above his head using the crook of his elbow and thrust his hips forward again, grinding against the younger man's ass in desperation. His free hand slipped between them, searching for contact with skin slick with pre-cum.
"No! Let me go!" Lorry tries his best to twist out of Matts's demanding grip, but he only ends up hurting his wrists. Matt is bigger, stronger, he can easily toss Loran around, can bend him under his will however he wants. "Don't fucking touch me!" Younger man kicks and moves. Loran manages to bite onto older mans hand. Matt didn't quite like it.
Matt lets out a sharp yelp as Lorry's teeth sink into his hand, the pain momentarily distracting him and causing him to loosen his grip. Lorry instantly takes advantage of the opening, writhing free from Matt's hold with surprising strength. He scrambles off the couch and across the room, seeking shelter near a chair while he pants heavily, glancing nervously at Matt over his shoulder.
The older man lets out a long shuddering breath, clutching his sore hand to his chest as he watches Lorry's retreat. His eyes flash with anger and desire in equal measure; he's not used to being defied, especially by someone so small and seemingly weak. The adrenaline rushing through him only serves to make his cock ache more intensely than ever before.
Slowly, Matt pushes himself up off the couch, wincing at the pain in his hand as he does so. He carefully straightens out Lorry's discarded knife on the table and takes a step forward toward the cornered younger man. "You really don't know what you're messing with," he whispers darkly, anger lacing his voice like venom. "I can make you regret that."
Lorry trembles visibly at Matt's words, fear and arousal warring for control over his body as their eyes meet once again across the room. His lips part slightly, as if he wants to speak but doesn't know how; as if he needs Matt to tell him what comes next.
Matt smiles deceivingly gently at his puppet. "Be a good boy, come to me" Matt finds it hard to control himself, his anger making his mind foggy with his violent desires. "Get out, now!" Loran's voice breaks min sentence, cracking from a growl to a shriek. It makes Matt laugh out loud, looking at how silly the boy looks, his face red from embarrassment. "This chair isn't gonna stop me, you know?" Older man says condescendingly.
As Lorry continues to cower behind the chair, Matt can't help but feel a thrill of possessiveness course through him. He doesn't want the younger man running away or hiding from him; he wants Lorry at his mercy, completely and irrevocably under his control. With a predatory grin on his face, he moves slowly toward the frightened boy, taking care to keep an eye on the knife just in case.
"Oh, don't worry," he says soothingly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not going to hurt you." The lie rolls easily off his tongue; it feels good to have the upper hand again after being momentarily thrown by Lorry's defiance earlier. As he draws closer, Matt can see the tears welling up in the younger man's eyes, and something inside him snaps.
"No!" Lorry screams, taking a step backward. "Stay away from me!" But it's too late; with another stride, Matt is upon him, pinning Lorry to the armchair by the shoulders. The younger man squirms and thrashes beneath his grip, but Matt shows no mercy as he pins one of Lorry's wrists beneath an elbow and traps the other against the back of the chair with his free hand.
"You belong to me," he growls into Lorry's ear, feeling the younger man shiver in response. "And I'm not about to let you go that easily." His hips grind forward against Lorry's ass, rubbing their aroused bodies together as his hands roam freely over the smaller man's body, cupping a breast through his thin cotton shirt and squeezing roughly.
Loran keeps struggling under Matts touch, almost managing to run off.
"For fuck's..."
Matt's voice is really annoyed. He grabs Loran painfully by the wrist and throws him on the bed. Loran feels disoriented with his face pressed into the bedsheets. He feels how fast i Matt to pin him down, sitting on his back, not leaning with the full weight to hurt. Loran makes a few pathetic attempts to kick ans twist, but older man just grabs him by the wrists, tying them behind his back. It makes him feel hopeless, desperate. Matt leans down and whispers into boy's ear:
"Capricious little princess"
The comment makes Loran's cheeks flush. It feels humiliating, to be treated like this. The whole name calling and pet names Matt likes to use patronize (and arouse) Loran.
"I think you deserve a punishment"
he whispers it and younger man hears how Matt swiftly pulls out a belt out of his pants
As Matt lashes the belt through the air, the distinct sound of its leather swinging filling the room, Lorry feels a mixture of fear and arousal course through his veins. He knows what's coming, but he can't help the strange thrill that shoots up his spine at the thought of Matt taking control like this.
The belt snaps against Loran's exposed back, leaving a stinging line of fire in its wake. Lorry bites down on his lip to keep from crying out as another whip-like strike connects with his skin. He can feel Matt's breath hot against his ear and neck, the older man's heart racing just as fast as he is.
"Are you learning your lesson, baby?" Matt purrs, planting soft kisses along Lorry's jaw and neck. "It doesn't have to hurt this bad, if you'd only be good for me." His hand slides up Lorry's chest, cupping a breast through his shirt, squeezing and kneading roughly. The pain mixes with pleasure in a sensation that leaves Lorry dizzy and aching for more.
As another stinging blow lands on his backside, he grits his teeth against the pain, arching his hips instinctively into Matt's hand. He doesn't want this to end; wants it to go on forever...
Loran sobs at his own misery. He hates Matt for hurting him, hates him for stalking and spanking him, hates himself for liking it, for wanting more... "F-fuck you" Lorry mouths it through gritted teeth, feeling his heart drop at what he has just done simultaneously with an intoxicating wave of arousal wash through him. Matt shifts his thigh, "accidentally" brushing his knee against Lorry's twitching cock. Matt finds it so amusing, the way Lorry acts bratty, wants more of him. He will make sure to give him a proper punishment
Matt's hand freezes on Lorry's breast as the younger man mutters his curse, anger flaring in his eyes. With a sharp slap that echoes through the room, he slaps Lorry hard across the face, making him yelp and cower back against the bed in shock. Tears well up in his eyes as he stares up at Matt, feeling even more humiliated than before.
"You better watch your fucking mouth," Matt growls, "or I'll give you something to really cry about." His voice is cold and merciless; it sends a shiver down Lorry's spine despite the warmth of his body pressing against him.
Licking his suddenly dry lips, Matt leans in close, his hot breath fanning across Lorry's ear as he speaks softly. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispers teasingly. "Because I can make it hurt a lot more if you keep pushing me like this." His hips move subtly against the younger man, grinding against his ass in time with his words as Lorry feels himself grow even harder beneath the pressure.
The belt snaps down again, leaving a stinging line of pain across Loran's back; he bites back a moan, tears streaming silently down his cheeks. With each stroke of the leather, Matt seems to become more and more entranced by Lorry's helpless submission. It feeds something dark and twisted inside him, making him want to take Lorry even further...
Boy's buttocks look red, the harsh puffy marks of the belt slapping him making the blood flood to the bruises. Loran's whole body is quivering from the pain coursing through his body, his skin burning in agonizingly biting manner. Matt is too drunk in the power he has over his puppet to notice that Loran stopped moaning and became screaming, sobbing into his knee helplessly
Matt's eyes flutter open wide as he suddenly realizes that the sobs and whimpers have stopped. His heart skips a beat in fear, his throat tightening as adrenaline surges through him. He quickly leans forward to inspect Lorry's face, hoping to see some sign of defiance or anger... anything that would indicate he hasn't pushed too far.
To his immense relief, he sees nothing but tears streaming down the younger man's cheeks, bloodshot eyes staring up at him in terror and pain. It only serves to fuel Matt's possessiveness and lust even further; the thought of Lorry suffering like this beneath his hand is intoxicating.
"You're mine," he whispers hoarsely, leaning down to kiss the tears from Loran's cheek. "You belong to me, and I won't let anyone hurt you." His hand drifts lower, cupping Lorry's ass roughly through his pajama bottoms as he grinds their hips together once more, drawing another soft moan from deep in the younger man's throat.
The belt snaps down one final time, leaving a thin, stinging line across Loran's most sensitive spot before trailing lower to land with a resounding crack against his thigh. The pain is intense and shocking; Lorry cries out, arching his back into the touch as tears pour unchecked down his face.
Matt pants heavily, struggling to regain control over his racing heart. He knows he's gone too far now, pushed Lorry past the point of endurance... but he can't stop himself. The need to claim this beautiful boy, to make him beg for more is an ache deep inside him, consuming everything else.
Matt quickly grabs Loran by his wrist and pushes him onto the bed. Man's movements are careless, driven by lust and selfish desire to break his puppet, to hurt him and make him submit. Matt grabs Loran painfully by the hips, making him stand with his ass up and face down. Matt molests and touches boy's buttocks, making him try to get away from the painful touch. Loran breaks down completely when he hears how Matt unzips his pants. "Please!.. Please!.. Don't!" His voice cracks and he chokes on his words, suffocating in his pathetic helpless cries. "Please! I never-," his prays gets interrupted by the fit of uncontrollable sobbing, "It's my first time! Please, don't "
Matt's breath hitches in his throat as he looks down at Lorry lying there, tears streaming silently down his face. He can barely make out the younger man's words through the haze of desire clouding his mind, but it doesn't matter. Even if this is Lorry's first time, Matt has every intention of taking him regardless. He is his, and he will be used until there's nothing left for anyone else.
Slowly, with shaking hands, Matt reaches down to undo Lorry's pajama bottoms, sliding them down over the younger man's hips to pool at his feet. His eyes trail hungrily up and down Loran's body as he does this, taking in the smooth curves of his ass and thighs, the quivering muscles still tense from the pain. He forces himself to remain calm despite the urgent ache in his loins; he won't be satisfied until Lorry has been thoroughly used and marked as his.
With a gentle push, Matt guides Lorry back onto his knees, hands braced on either side of the bed for support as he looks down at the younger man. He watches as Lorry's lips part in a silent gasp, eyes going wide with shock at the exposed position.
Loran suffocates, his whole body trembling hard from the violent spanks and Matt's ongoing assault on his body. He feels sick and lightheaded, he really wishes he was unconscious, not feeling this disgusting helplessness. Matt feels startled when his eyes fall onto Lorrys's abused buttocks, the way Matt violently spanks him to the point of almost drawing blood. It stopped being arousing and somewhat good for Loran a while ago. "Please, im begging" his voice trails off into uncontrollable sobs and hiccups he cant seem to stop
Matt's gaze flickers to Lorry's face briefly before returning to his exposed body, his breath coming in shallow pants as he takes in the sight of the younger man's tears and trembling form. It should make him feel bad, seeing him like this; remind him that he's gone too far, crossed a line. But it doesn't. All he can focus on is the need to claim Lorry, own every part of him.
Slowly, with shaking hands, he reaches down and grabs his aching cock through his underwear, giving it a few firm strokes as he watches Loran helplessly kneeling before him. The head of his erection presses insistently against the fabric, desperate for release, and he knows that if he doesn't have Lorry soon, he won't be able to stop himself from coming all over the bed.
"You want me to stop?" Matt purrs, the words vibrating against Loran's ear as his thumb circles roughly around the younger man's opening. "Is that it? You want me to leave you alone?" He leans forward, nipping gently at Lorry's earlobe before sucking it into his mouth and teasing with his tongue. His other hand slides down to cup Loran's hip roughly through the sheet, fingers digging in painfully as he holds him still. "Tell me you want me," Matt whispers harshly.
Lorry whimpers, squirming helplessly beneath Matt's grip.
He tries desperately to crawl away but those pathetic attempts irritate the older man. He grabs the belt. "No! Please, please!" Lorry's voice break into unrecognizable mess as he tries to kick and fight his stalker's attempts to grab him again. Matt hold Loran by the colar of his shirt, slamming him into the bed before sliding the beld under his neck and tightening it securely around, not enough to fully suffocate him, but strong enough to make it much harder to breathe, boy's panicked state only accelerating the effect. Matt unceremoniously spreads his legs with his knee, coating his fingers generously in lubricant. Although, Matt thinks to himself, if Lorry keeps his temper he might fuck him dry without stretching.
As Lorry struggles futilely against his hold, Matt's heart races with a mixture of lust and power. He watches the younger man's chest heave up and down as he fights for air beneath the belt, his skin flushed and covered in tears. The sight makes something primal inside him howl with desire; he wants nothing more than to claim this beautiful creature, mark him as his own.
Slowly, carefully, Matt lowers himself onto Loran's body, their chests pressing together as his weight pins the younger man to the bed. His hands slide beneath Lorry's shoulders, fingers curling around the back of his neck in a tight grip that forces him to arch backwards helplessly. Their lips meet in a savage kiss, tongue thrusting deep into Lorry's mouth as Matt forces the air from his lungs.
Matt unceremoniously slides his finger in Lorry's tight ass, making the younger man scream and twist in surprise. It's uncomfortable and painful, but the worst part is that Lorry feels how he suffocates, the situation pushing him into a panic attack. "I will take all of you, Loran," it snaps the boy back in reality for a second. Matt haven't called him by his full name before, he usually reverts to pet names. "Until there's nothing left" in Matt's mind it's a devotion of love, but in reality its a horrifying threat. Loran feels lightheaded, the lack of oxygen making his body feel so alien and cold. It doesn't slip Matt attention so he firmly slaps his ass again, making sure to land his hit where its all red and swollen from his previous violence. Just to make sure that his boy pays attention. But it seems to help onto for a little, before his eyes roll to the back or his skull and his body begins to tremble, succumbing to the sudden seizure episode.
As Lorry begins to thrash beneath him, Matt's heart races with a mixture of fear and lust. He wants this feeling of control, the knowledge that he can reduce someone so strong and defiant to such a helpless state... but he also knows that if he pushes too far, he could seriously hurt Lorry.
With a deep breath, Matt forces himself to slow down, gently guiding his hard length against Loran's entrance as he begins to thrust in steady, measured strokes. He watches as Lorry's body convulses around him, tears streaming silently down his face as he gasps for air beneath the belt. His skin feels hot and slick under Matt's touch, and with each thrust, it tightens even more around him.
The sounds of their heavy breathing fill the room, intermingling with Lorry's muffled sobs and pleas for mercy. Matt tries to ignore them, focusing instead on the sensation of being buried deep inside his beautiful boy, of feeling Lorry's body yield and give way to his dominance. He curses himself silently; despite the pain and fear he can see in Lorry's eyes, despite everything he's done to make him this way... all Matt can feel is a desperate need to possess him fully.