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 mingles with the keys, his hands shaking with the surge of adrenaline. Matt cant stop the corners of his mouth to curl into a slight smile. He comes so so close to his boy now, standing in less than a meter, pretending that he is another resident of the apartment complex. They both know that Matt doesn't belong here, but Loran seems to scared to confront him. The outer door opens and Loran almost runs inside. Older man slides into the opened door right behind his boy. They both come to the elevator, waiting patiently when it descends. Loran grasps his keys tighter in his hand, as if they will somehow save him from his stalker.
"Fuck's sake Lorry..." Matt mutters under his breath as the younger man clutches his keys tightly, bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet in anticipation of something, anything. He feels a twinge of guilt at seeing the other boy so frightened, but quickly reminds himself that this is just part of the game. If it was meant to be any other way...well, he'd have made that choice by now, wouldn't he?
The elevator dings open, and they both step inside together. Matt stands close enough that their shoulders brush with each other as they ascend; his proximity makes Lorry shiver ever so slightly despite the warmth of the air around them. The stalker's hands find their way into his pockets as he leans casually against the back wall, one knee slightly bent to allow for a more relaxed posture. He takes this opportunity to admire Loran's profile, noting how the younger boy's breath catches in his throat every time they brush up against each other. Matt suppresses a groan of arousal as he fights back the urge to touch Lorry again, letting his fingers trail idly along the seam of one pocket.
"W-what floor do you need?" His boy's voice is shaky, uncertain. He still tries to convince himself that the man standing next to him is just a normal resident, going home after a long shift. "8th" Matt throws it carelessly, giving Lorry false hope that he didn't come after him after all. He silently presses the button and the elevator begins to ascend. Matt shuffles through his pocket, carefully grabbing his little gift for Lorry - a thin needle with a drug to make sure he plays nice. Loran keeps eyeing the man before walking out on his floor. Matt simply follows him until his boy comes to the door of his flat
Matt smiles to himself as Lorry nears the door of his flat, watching as the younger man's hands begin to tremble even more at this final juncture. He knows that he'll only have a brief window of opportunity before the fear begins to subside and Loran regains some semblance of composure; thus, he decides that now is the perfect time to make his move. As Lorry reaches for the doorknob with one shaking hand, Matt leaps forward, wrapping both arms around him from behind in a restraining hug.
"Ah! W-what are you doing?" Loran squeaks, terror evident in his voice as he tries to get out of the restraining gesture.
It only makes Matt feel harder in his pants. The thin needle with a strong drug presses dangerously harsh into Loran's vein on the neck, making his feel panicked. "Dont do anything stupid, babe" The pet name almost makes the younger man shuft his focus from being threatened to being called in such a way. Makes him feel so vulnerable and weird.
Matt's grip tightens around Lorry's slim waist as the younger man squirms and struggles in his embrace, panic etched into every line of his face. He tries to pry himself free from Matt's grasp, shoving weakly at the other man's chest with both hands while kicking feebly at his shins.
"Shh... sshh..." he whispers in Lorry's ear, the roughness of his voice contrasting sharply against the soothing cadence of his words as he stifles a laugh of amusement. "Calm down, love. I'm not going to hurt you." His free hand comes up to stroke gently at the nape of Lorry's neck before tracing light circles along his jawline and then cupping his cheek, forcing him to meet Matt's gaze.
The needle digs deeper into Lorrans skin, the drug already beginning to take effect; his struggles grow weaker as he succumbs to its influence. "There... that's better." His voice is softer now, almost lilting with a note of triumph as he feels Lorry begin to relax against him once more. "You know you can trust me, doll. I've got you, don't you worry."
As the younger man's eyelids grow heavy and his breathing begins to steady, Matt pulls back just enough to look at him properly, a small smile curving up one corner of his mouth. "You make such an adorable mess when you're frightened," he murmurs, tilting Lorry's chin up with his finger so that they're eye-to-eye once more despite the inch or two difference between their heights.
With a sigh,
"N-no... mmhm..." Loran looks adorable like this, the light of consciousness slowly fading away from his pretty gray eyes. His movements become so smudged, weak, Matt really wants to just nuzzle up to his boy, to caress him, hold him close. Matt feels such tenderness towards the younger man now that it covers up his lustful desires. "Please...no..." Matt allows himself to hold Loran by the waist for a few more seconds before heading outside.
As they exit the elevator and step back into the dimly lit hallway of the apartment complex, Matt's grip on Lorry's waist tightens once more in reassurance. The younger man leans heavily against his chest, eyes slipping closed as he slumps against him, content to be held close now that the worst seems to be over. The air around them is warm and humid.
Matt really enjoys how Lorry's head drop on his chest, his eyes barely stay opened as he leans in panic on the man. But it's taking quite some time to get to his car like this and Matt feels increasingly anxious about someone spotting them like this. In one quick motion he takes Loran in his arms, carrying him bridal style, making him make some unaudible sound of protest. "Gonna wife you, puppet," Matt grins at his own words, looking longingly and hungrily at his boy. Matt keeps muttering silly romantic things while carrying him to the car. Lorry keeps whining weakly, making such pathetic attempts to pull away or to punch him in the arm, the drug making those gestures seem like Lorry tries to caress his stalker instead. "Capricious unapproachable princess" Matt cooes, feeling fulfilled for the first time in a long long while. Matt would love to spank Lorry for misbehaving sometime. But for now he should really take care of his boy. He feels so so excited as he unlocks his car and gently puts Loran in the passenger sit, making sure to put a belt over him
Matt can't help but chuckle softly as he fastens the seatbelt around Lorry, watching with satisfied amusement as his boy squirms and fusses in response to the binding touch. He ignores the younger man's pathetic attempts at escape for now, knowing that their time together is just beginning.
Once they're both buckled in, he starts the engine of his car with a soft purr before turning to face Lorry once more. The drug has left the other boy looking dazed and flushed, lips parted in a sigh as if he's too exhausted to fight against whatever current has swept him up and carried him away.
His heart skips a beat at the sight, and it's all Matt can do not to reach out and cup Lorry's cheek or stroke his thumb across those plush lower lips. He swallows thickly, trying to quell the raging lust that has been simmering just beneath the surface ever since he first laid eyes on him.
"We're almost home," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire as he fights back the urge to lean in closer and claim Lorry's lips for himself. His hands twitch in his lap, itching to touch, to feel... everything about this beautiful boy who is all his now. "Just close your eyes and rest, love."
Their destination looms large in Matt's mind: a room he has carefully prepared with every indulgence Lorry could possibly want or need, the space designed specifically for their time together, where they can explore each other without fear of interruption...or escape.
Matt gently lays Lorry's body on the bed. His barely opened eyes are darting around the room in a hazy panic as he mumbles something illegible. He sits on the bed and cups his cheek, feeling the warm soft flesh under his fingers. Jt feels heavenly.
Matt watches as Lorry struggles to focus his gaze on the ceiling above them, still woozy from the drug coursing through his veins. He leans in closer, trailing a thumb across one smooth cheekbone before planting a feather-light kiss just below the younger man's ear. Loran shivers delicately at the contact, arching his back slightly into Matt's touch as his eyes drift shut once more.
Withdrawing his hand, he trails it lower down Lorry's body, skimming over the flat plane of his stomach and the ripple of defined muscle beneath it before coming to rest on one hip. He feels a wave of desire crash over him at the sight; Loran is so beautiful like this, laid out before him like some exotic offering he's been granted dominion over.
His hand slides higher now, cupping Lorry's breast through the thin fabric of his oversized shirt. The younger man moans softly at the touch, hips jerking upwards in involuntary response as Matt's thumb brushes across a hardened nipple. "Do you like that?" he asks quietly, feeling a flash of triumph at the way Loran's body reacts to his touch.
He tilts Lorry's chin up now, forcing their eyes to meet as he kneads gently at his breast, teasing and coaxing until it grows even harder beneath his hand. "Tell me," he urges, voice rough with need as he leans in closer still, tongue darting out to lick at the corner of Loran's mouth. "Do you like when I touch you?"
For Matt's amusement his puppet is only conscious enough to make soft whimpers of protest. He chuckles softly, pressing a quick kiss to Loran's cheek. "So adorable for me" Matt allows his hands to wander around Lorry's body, touching him with such warmth and tenderness. Matt really wants to fuck his boy, make him scream in a perverted mix of pain and pleasure, drive himself deep inside of the boy, marking him as his one and only, but it would be a waste. He really wants their first time to be special, wants to take it slow. So for now Matt settles for loving touches, allowing himself a few teasing movements over Lorry's sweet spots.
Matt spends the next several minutes lost in the feel of Lorry's body beneath his hands, exploring every curve and dip with lazy strokes and delicate caresses that send shivers rolling through the younger man's frame. He trails kisses down Loran's throat, nipping gently at the tender flesh before moving lower still to suckle at a hardened nipple through his clothing.
"Ah... Matt..." Lorry moans, arching up into the touch as his hips thrash helplessly against the mattress beneath him. "That feels so good." His words are slurred and breathy from the lingering effects of the drug, but they reach deep down inside Matt nonetheless, curling around something primal and possessive within him.
He growls softly at the feel of Lorry's struggles against his touch, nipping even harder now as he draws blood-tinged moans from the younger man. "I can make you feel so much better," he whispers into the hollow of Loran's neck, teeth scraping lightly along his sensitive skin before trailing lower still to nip at a flawless collarbone.
With shaking hands, he undoes the button and zipper of Lorry's pants, then peels them down over slim hips with rough, impatient movements that make Lorry cry out in protest. "Shh... be quiet," Matt murmurs against his ear as he feels cool air rush across the younger man's now-exposed cock. He takes hold of it roughly, squeezing and stroking at a pace that has Lorry arching up off the bed with a groan.
"Want you so much," Matt whispers hoarsely, leaning in
Matt hands are working their way to Lorry's exposed cock. The boy looks so deliciously helpless, sprawled on the bed, making soft little whimpers when mans hand massage him. Loran weakly tries to push push Matt's hands away, but his drugged movement make it look more like a caress. Matt nudges inti the crook of boy's neck, licking him and leaving wet kisses. "Want to make you mine, babe" Matt begins to move his hand up and down, his thumb brushing against the tip of Lorry's cock
As Matt watches with intense focus, Lorry begins to writhe beneath him, his hips jerking up and down in time with the powerful strokes of Matt's hand around his length. His mouth falls open in a silent scream as pleasure washes over him in warm waves, leaving him trembling and panting for more.
Placing one hand on Lorry's chest, he pushes roughly downwards, forcing the younger man back onto the mattress with a groan of frustration at being so easily subdued. "Mine..." he growls out between clenched teeth as his other hand comes up to cup and roll Loran's tender nipple between thumb and forefinger, tugging roughly as he feels Lorry begin to reach that inevitable breaking point just beyond his grasp.
He sucks at the crook of Lorry's neck hard enough to leave a bruise, biting down harder with every stroke of his hand and every rough tug on Loran's nipple until finally he feels the younger man arch violently off the bed, cock jerking in his hand as he comes with a hoarse cry that is abruptly silenced by Matt's mouth.
He swallows roughly, unable to resist pressing one last hard kiss to Lorry's lips before pulling back and collapsing onto the bed beside him, panting heavily and shuddering as the aftershocks of their mutual release course through his body.
It feels way better than Matt imagined. His boy is just so so perfect. He really wants to spread his legs wide and fuck into the soft soppy warmth between his thighs, mark him, make him scream and moan shamelessly. It would feel like heaven on earth, really. But it would be such a waste, to do it while his sweet puppet is unconscious. He wants to wait until Lorry is somewhat sober, wants him to feel every inch of warmth penetrating him, wants him to know that he belongs to him. Matt lovingly presses kisses along Boy's neck and up his jawline, then his face. He feels obsessed with him
As Lorry begins to stir beneath him, Matt nips gently at his earlobe before trailing soft kisses down his chest and abdomen. He knows he'll have to tread carefully now, keep the younger man docile and under the influence of the drug long enough for their next encounter to go as planned.
"There... there, love," he whispers soothingly, stroking a hand up and down Lorry's arm before cupping his cheek with the other palm. "Just rest now." His touch is tender, almost gentle despite the weight of desire that still lingers between them. He tries to ignore the ache in his groin as he continues to watch Loran closely, making sure not to push too hard or risk waking him fully from his drug-induced slumber.
Their room feels almost unnaturally quiet around them; the sounds of traffic and distant footsteps muffled by the thick walls and soft furnishings. Outside, the sun begins its descent beyond the horizon, bathing their little sanctuary in a warm, golden light that plays across Lorry's sleepy features.
Matt sighs heavily, his attention drawn back to the object of his obsession despite his best efforts not to be distracted. He has spent so much time planning and preparing for this moment, imagining how it would feel to finally have Loran at his mercy... and yet now that he does, all he wants is for him to stay just like this: vulnerable, pliant, and completely under his control.
It's intoxicating, the knowledge that Lorry is entirely his - that nothing or no one can take him away. The thought sends a shiver of possessive joy through Matt's entire body; he leans in closer still, pressing his lips against Loran's
Matt presses a kiss to Lorry's temple, before getting up to get the handcuffs. His boy is still not sober, but he can't risk him running off somewhere. With a soft click of the handcuffs and a quick kiss to Lorry's forehead, Matt gets up from bed. "Rest some, puppet. Ill come back really soon" Matt smiles amd heads to the bathroom. He still needs to take care of his boner
Matt hums softly to himself as he steps into the bathroom, washing his hands and splashing cold water on his flushed face before turning his attention back to Lorry. The younger man looks so peaceful, sprawled out across the bed like a discarded doll. It's hard not to feel a twinge of guilt at how he managed to drug him in order to get what he wanted... but it was for his own good, wasn't it? To protect him from harm and keep him safe with him? That's all Matt ever really wanted - for Lorry to be happy, and to have him by his side.
As he drys his hands on a towel, his gaze drifts back toward the bed, lingering on the curve of Loran's hip or the smooth line of his thigh. It takes everything in him not to rejoin Lorry there and center; to simply give in to desire and lose himself in the warmth of the younger man's body once more. Instead, he walks over to the dresser, leaning against it with a sigh as he tries to fight off his physical urges for just a little longer.
He reaches down between his legs, feeling the familiar length and girth of his cock growing hard against his palm despite his best efforts not to think about it. With a frustrated groan, he presses himself against the dresser, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of his own hips as he tries desperately to focus on anything else but how good it feels when Lorry's body is wrapped around him.
Their room seems unnaturally quiet without any music or television playing in the background; the ticking of a clock on the nightstand serves only to emphasize how alone Matt feels right now. He closes his eyes, taking several deep breaths
He closes his eyes, imagining Lorry wrapped so perfectly around his cock, his eyes roll back from the amount of pleasure Matt gives him, from how good it feels to be so full from his dick. Matt bites down his lip and moves his hand up and down, speeding up.
As Matt continues to stroke himself in time with the gentle rise and fall of his chest, he begins to imagine Lorry awake and eager beneath him; moaning and writhing against every thrust of his hips as he loses control. The image brings forth a sharp groan from deep within his throat as his movements become rougher, faster. His grip tightens painfully on the length of his cock, fingers white with strain as he nears the brink of release.
"Fuck..." he whispers hoarsely, feeling himself start to tremble as the orgasm begins to build inside him. He can't remember ever wanting something or someone this badly before; it's overwhelming and intense in a way that's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
With one final, desperate thrust of his hips, he comes violently, crying out Lorry's name as hot seed spurts across his stomach and chest. He collapses forward against the dresser with a shuddering sigh, struggling to catch his breath as he comes down from the high of his release.
The silence that follows is almost unbearable; it presses down on him like a lead weight, making every movement seem sluggish and difficult by comparison. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, eyes still closed as he tries to will away the guilt that threatens to overwhelm him now.
It's only when he hears the soft sound of movement from the bed that Matt realizes how much noise he must have made; a flush spreads across his cheeks at the thought of having woken Lorry up while in such a state.
Carefully, he pushes himself away from the dresser and turns to face the bed once more
Matt quickly pulls up his pants and heads to Lorry's room. The boy looks really disoriented and confused. His eyes are hazy and he takes quick panicked breaths, and effect of the drug. Matt really wishes that Lorry could comprehend whats happening already. "Shhhh, you're okay, baby" Matt lovingly cups his cheek, gently pushing Loran down to lay in bed again.
Matt takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as he approaches the bed. Lorry looks so adorable lying there, eyes wide and confused beneath sleep-mussed hair. He almost wishes the younger man weren't drugged up right now; it would be easier if he could just explain everything, make him understand why they're here and what Matt intends to do with him.
"Hey... love," he whispers softly, reaching out to smooth a stray lock of hair behind Lorry's ear. The younger man startles slightly at his touch but doesn't wake further; his breathing remains shallow and steady despite the obvious confusion etched across his features. "Don't be scared," Matt continues in the same soothing tone, leaning in closer now to press a gentle kiss against Lorry's forehead. "Everything is going to be all right."
The touch of Matt's lips against Lorry's skin seems to have some sort of calming effect; the confusion fades slowly from his eyes as he focuses on nothing more than the warmth and reassurance emanating from the man looming above him. It feels surreal, almost unreal, like a dream from which he can't seem to wake up.
Matt studies Lorry's face for several long moments, trying to read any hint of comprehension or alarm behind those soft brown eyes. Satisfied that his boy is at least somewhat comforted, he finally straightens, taking a step back from the bed. "Do you... do you remember anything?" he asks quietly, voice barely above a whisper.
Lorry's eyelids flutter slowly as he tries to piece together the fragments of memory floating just beyond his grasp. The stomach drops out of Matt's throat as
Matt's voice echoes in Lorry's mind as he struggles to make sense of the jumbled memories flashing through his consciousness like a slide show on fast forward. Images of the club, the dancing... and Matt's face looming over him, offering up a drink. He remembers feeling warm and relaxed, everything suddenly growing hazy and distant before fading away completely.
And then... nothing. Just darkness and silence for what feels like hours upon end before his senses return to him, bringing with them the soft touch of a hand on his cheek and the warm breath of another against his ear.
"No..." he whispers hoarsely, closing his eyes as tears begin to well up in their corners. "I... I don't remember anything..." The knowledge that someone could have done this to him is almost too much to bear; it makes him want to curl into a ball and hide away from the world forever.
But Matt's hand on his cheek is so comforting, so reassuring... he finds himself wanting to believe that whatever happened, it was for his own good. That he's safe now. "But... I feel different," he confesses in a small voice. "Strange." It's hard to put into words exactly how he feels; his body somehow heavier and lighter all at once, like he might float away if Matt were to let go of him even for a moment.
"Shhh..." Matt soothes, leaning in closer still until their noses brush lightly against one another. His hand comes up to cup Lorry's cheek as his thumb strokes gently across the younger man's bottom lip. "It'll be okay," he whispers against Lorry's lips before finally claiming them in a soft, tender kiss.
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