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
He wants so desperately to reach out and comfort the younger man, to smooth back his hair or wipe away a tear before it has a chance to fall... but he can't move. He can only watch as Lorry struggles slowly toward consciousness, unsure of what he'll find on the other side of that hazy veil.
A shudder rolls through Lorry's slender frame as another memory threatens to rise to the surface; his eyes widen and his lips part in a silent gasp before finally speaking: "I... I remember going home..." He trails off, looking lost and confused once more.
"Feeling tired, puppet?" Matt gently ruffles Loran's hair. The boy nods. Matt finds it funny that his drugged state somehow makes him forget that he is in stranger's house, being touched by his stalker after blacking out in his flat. So cute. "Rest some, babe. I will watch over you" Loran tries his best to focus his gaze on the man, but he simply nods again before hugging the pillow and burying his face in the soft cloth.
Matt exhales slowly, relief flooding through him as he watches Lorry curl up against the pillow. There's still so much that needs to be said between them... but for now, it seems they might both find some peace in simply existing together beneath the warm glow of the lamplight. He takes a step back from the bed, giving Lorry space to stretch out and relax without feeling like he's being hovered over or watched.
The younger man continues to breathe slowly and evenly as his eyes drift closed once more; with each passing moment, it seems that Lorry is sinking deeper into unconsciousness, slipping further away from the reality of their situation and back into the safe embrace of oblivion.
Matt finds himself unable to tear his gaze away from Lorry's peaceful face, fascinated by the play of shadows across smooth skin, the way his lips part ever so slightly with each quiet breath that he takes. He wants nothing more than to be close to him, to feel the warmth radiating off his body and bask in the quiet presence that Lorry seems to carry with him everywhere he goes.
His eyes drift down, tracing a path from the younger man's lips down the smooth line of his neck and across his collarbone, lingering for several long moments at the edge of a fine layer of hair before finally coming to rest on Lorry's chest, rising and falling gently with each breath he takes.
"You're safe with me," he whispers softly, even though he knows that words alone can never truly make things better between them.
Matt knows that Lorry will be scared when we wakes up. He might act bratty towards him even, but Matt is sure that his love is way stronger than Loran's temper. He leans down to give a last kiss before heading to his room. He checked again if Lorry's wrist is handcuffed and headed to bed. Tomorrow he will have to go to work and pretend like he doesn't want to run off home, to his precious boy.
Matt watches Lorry sleep for several long minutes before finally turning away, reluctantly heading to his own room for the night. As he lies down on the bed, he can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring; how Lorry will react when he wakes up and realizes where he is, who has brought him here. A part of him aches at the thought of causing the younger man any pain or distress, while another part feels a strange sense of anticipation, excitement even, at the idea of finally seeing what happens next between them.
He tosses and turns restlessly, unable to quiet his racing mind or still the constant throb between his legs; it's almost as if his body is craving more contact with Lorry than even he had dared to admit before now. The last time they were intimate was so brief and hurried that it barely counts, a frustrating memory that only serves to fuel Matt's desire all the more.
Eventually exhaustion wins out, claiming him at last; his breathing deepens as he sinks into a fitful sleep, dreaming of Lorry's smile and the feel of his warm body pressed against his own. In his dreams, they are finally together in every sense of the word, free from the weight of the world and all its expectations... free to love each other without judgment or fear. It feels like paradise, a place where nothing can ever tear them apart again.
Matt heads to work a bit later than usual. Loran still sleeps, recovering from the drug Matt injected him with. Lorry looks so adorable, his face is finally peaceful, his hair falling beautifully, like silky little flowers. It physically pains him to leave for work, his boy makes him feel so so complete and good. He leaves a glass of water and some snacks for Lorry to eat when he wakes up. Matt plans to make a good filling dinner tonight, it will be their first date after all. The only thought that keeps him going, really. Matt gets in his car and drives off
Matt watches the sunlight streaming through the windows of his car as he pulls away from the curb, following the familiar route to work with a heavy heart and an unruly mind. It's difficult to focus on anything other than Lorry today; every passing moment feels like another eternity apart from the only person who truly matters in his world.
He tries to occupy himself with the mundane tasks of his job, losing himself in spreadsheets and reports for hours at a time, but no matter how hard he tries, it's impossible to ignore the emptiness that threatens to engulf him whenever he thinks about Lorry lying asleep in his bed back home.
The thought of their first date tonight brings with it a mixture of anticipation and apprehension; he wants nothing more than for everything to be perfect, for Lorry to see how serious he is about this relationship... but at the same time, he's terrified that the younger man might not reciprocate those feelings or believe in their future together.
When the clock finally strikes five and it's time for him to head home again, Matt practically races through the parking lot toward his car, barely able to contain his excitement as he imagines Lorry waiting patiently at home with that eager smile etched onto his beautiful face.
He arrives back at their apartment in record time, flinging open the door and heading straight for the bedroom before hesitating in the doorway; seeing Lorry curled up on the bed, still sound asleep and looking so peaceful brings a wave of relief washing over him. He doesn't want to wake him just yet, wants this moment to last forever. Instead, he tiptoes across the room to pour himself a glass of water from the pitcher on Lorry's bedside table;
Matt descends into the bed, wrapping his arms around Lorry. It feel good to just lay like this, like the while world is in his hands now. Matt doesn't know for how long they lay like this, but after a while Loran begins to wake up, panic setting in his face and voice from unfamiliar place and a stranger laying next to him
"Shhhh," Matt whispers softly, pressing a kiss to Lorry's forehead before nudging him gently onto his back so he can see his face clearly. "It's okay, puppet. I'm not going to hurt you." His voice is calm and reassuring, though it trembles slightly with emotion as he looks into the terrified eyes of the man he loves more than anything else in this world.
Lorry struggles weakly against Matt's hold, tears streaming down his face as disorientation and panic threaten to overwhelm him. "Wh-where...?" he whispers hoarsely, staring around the room wildly before coming back to rest on Matt's face, searching for some sign of recognition or understanding in his features.
"You're safe," Matt insists, cupping Lorry's cheek gently between his thumb and index finger. "I brought you here because I love you, remember? We can talk about this, okay?" He wipes the tears from Loran's eyes with his free hand before leaning in close once more, pressing their foreheads together and exhaling slowly.
Lorry looks at Matt uncertainly for several long moments before finally nodding shakily. "Yeah... I remember..." he whispers, the tremor in his voice betraying how unconvinced he really is. "You... you drugged me." His eyes widen and a strangled sound escapes from his throat as the memory of being knocked out suddenly washes over him.
"I'm sorry," Matt murmurs, rubbing gentle circles onto Lorry's back with his free hand. "But it was for your own good. I didn't want you to get hurt or anything..." He pauses, taking
Matt sees that Lorry is slightly shaking, his breathing comes in ragged gasps. "Hey, you're safe here. I'm not going to hurt you" Matt carefully pulls the boy into a hug.
Matt tightens his embrace around Lorry at the sound of the younger man's shaky breathing and panicked expression, drawing the trembling body closer to his own as if trying to absorb all that anxiety and fear into himself. "I know you're scared," he whispers softly against Lorry's temple, his voice raw with emotion, "but I promise you, there's nothing to be afraid of here."
He holds the younger man for what feels like hours, just letting Loran cling to him and cry without judgment or hesitation. It's only when Lorry's breathing has steadied somewhat that Matt finally pulls back enough to look into his eyes once more; they are still clouded with confusion and fear, but there's something else there as well... something like hope.
With a sigh, Matt pushes himself upright, carefully straightening Lorry's rumpled clothes before reaching out to brush the tears from Loran's cheeks. "Come on," he murmurs gently, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and guiding him toward the bed. "Why don't you lie down and get some rest? We can talk more about this later when you feel better."
He helps Lorry into a comfortable position before moving to sit beside him on the bed, keeping one hand lightly resting on the younger man's arm as they both stare up at the ceiling in silence. It feels strange, sitting here so close to each other after everything that's happened; it's almost like they're strangers who barely know each other, despite all of the intimate memories and emotions that still linger between them.
Finally, unable to bear the weight of the silence any longer, Matt turns toward Lorry, searching his face for some sign that
Matt goes to the kitchen. He wanted to make a nice dinner for them. He feels how tight it is in his pants, but fucking his boy now would feel like a betrayal: he is too dazed and exhausted from the drug and needs to understand where he is and how things are going to be from now on.
Matt glances over at Lorry, studying the younger man's profile as he watches the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath he takes. He has no idea what to say, how to explain everything that's happened in a way that might make sense to Lorry or ease the confusion and fear that must be coursing through him right now. His heart aches at the sight of Lorry lying there, looking so vulnerable and unsure of himself; it feels like an invisible weight pressing down on his chest, making it impossible to breathe easily.
Matt gets up and heads to kitchen, to make pasta for them. Lorry really needs a good filling meal now. Matt decided that he will claim his baby tomorrow, or the day after. He really wants to touch him, make him arch his back from being caressed by Matt, from feeling like no one ever managed to make him feel. Matt cooks the meal and heads back, relieving a startled look from his boy
"Dinner's ready," Matt announces softly, carefully setting the plate of steaming pasta and a bowl of salad on Lorry's lap before sitting down beside him again. There's a long pause as they both focus on eating in silence; the only sounds filling the room are the faint clink of utensils against plates and the soft rustling of the TV playing some random show in the background.
It feels strange, sitting here at their little dinner table with Lorry like this... normal almost, despite everything that's happened over the past few days. It almost makes it seem as if they're a real couple, two people sharing their lives and making a home together. The thought brings a faint smile to Matt's lips, but it quickly fades beneath the weight of his doubts and worries.
"You must be so confused, babe" Matt chuckles softly. "I've been watching you for a while" he says it as he takes the empty plates and brings them to kitchen. Seems like it freaked Lorry out even more. Adorable, makes the man smile. He gently cups boy's face and leans down. "I love you so much, puppet. I just want to make you mine" he whispers jt hot against his ear. Loran seems to be so scared by the man now. But it feels so enticing, so good to Matt
Matt watches as the words sink in, seeing the color drain from Lorry's face as he struggles to process what Matt has just said. He knows that there is no easy way to explain this, no magic formula that can erase all of Lorry's confusion and fear with a single sentence. But he also refuses to give up now; not after everything they've been through, not when the possibility of finally being together seems so close within their grasp.
Slowly, gently, Matt slides his hand behind Lorry's neck, tilting his head back ever so slightly to meet his eyes once more. "I love you, Loran," he whispers softly, his voice little more than a breath against the younger man's skin. "More than I ever thought possible. And I want nothing more than for us to be together... forever."
He pauses, searching Lorry's face for any sign of understanding or belief in what he's saying. It's a long moment before anything else is said; the only sound filling the room now is the rapid beat of their hearts and the rush of blood in their ears as they stare into each other's eyes, trying to bridge the gap between them with nothing but words and emotions.
"I dont know who you are" Loran muttered in panic, his voice shaking with dread. "You've drugged me and kidnapped me! You tied me to a bed and hold me here against my will!" He frantically throws his hands in dramatic gestures. As much as Matt wants his boy to understand, he finds this side of him amuzing, enticing. "Untie me and let me go home" he frowns, jerking his hand in the handcuffs
A small laugh escapes Matt's lips at the memory of the handcuffs, and he shakes his head with a wry grin. He is reaching up to brush a loose strand of hair from the younger man's face.
He hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words to say before continuing, "Lorry, baby," Matt pauses again, looking into Lorry's eyes intently, willing him to believe the sincerity in his voice. "Im not giving you a choice"
Matt leans down, nudging in boy's neck. He can practically taste the fear lingering in Lorrys body. It makes him feel aroused. More than it should. "Please! I wont tell anyone-" he tries to push the man away, but Matt quickly grabs his wrists, pinning them down to the bed. "Shhhh... Baby, there's no need in all that. You belong to me now, whether you like it or not"
Matt's laughter dies down as he leans in close once more, his hot breath fanning across Lorry's neck and making the younger man squirm beneath him. "Oh, baby," he whispers, his voice heavy with desire and something darker that sends a shiver of anticipation through him. "You don't understand."
He trails his lips upward until they brush against Lorry's earlobe, nipping lightly before moving on to nibble along the fine line of his jaw. With his other hand, he cups the back of Lorry's head, forcing him to meet his eyes again as he speaks between parted lips.
"I've watched you for so long... knew every move you made before you even made it. I've dreamt of this day for years, Lorry," he murmurs, the words almost inaudible against his skin. "You belong to me now, whether you like it or not." His hips press forward slightly, grinding against Lorry where they are still joined; the sensation sends a jolt of arousal straight to his core, making him ache with need for the younger man beneath him.
"But," he continues, drawing out the word teasingly before trailing another path of hot kisses along Lorry's cheekbone up toward his temple, "if you want this... if you want me..." He dips lower still, capturing one pale nipple between his lips and sucking gently, eliciting a moan from the younger man beneath him. "Then all you have to do is accept it."
His fingers tighten in Lorry's hair as he pulls back slightly to study the other boy's expression. His eyes narrow, the corners tense with barely restrained lust as he
"What is your problem?" Loran jerks upright to get away from man's nasty touching. "Stop touching me!" He desperately tries to shove his wrist from the handcuffs, drowning in hysteria as he keeps on pulling his hand, drawing blood from the contact. "Leave me alone!" Loran slaps Matt across the face, still trying to get away, to run off
It's like a switch has been flipped inside Matt at the feel of Lorry's hands against his skin and his scream echoing through the room; suddenly he is no longer calm, composed and in control, but rather a raging inferno of passion and need. He watches, almost detachedly, as his hand flinches from the sting of the slap across his cheek, before his fingers clench into fists and he lashes out, grabbing Lorry by the hair and yanking his head back hard enough to make him gasp for air.
"You," Matt growls through clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a harsh shake of the younger man's head, "are. Mine." His free hand flies up, catching Lorry across the cheek with a sharp slap that instantly brings tears to his eyes. He pauses for a moment, breathing heavily as he waits for the anger and lust within him to subside even slightly before continuing. "And I don't give second chances," he whispers roughly into Lorry's ear, relishing the way the younger man shudders at his words.
His fingers tighten in Lorry's hair once more, pulling back gently this time until he has a clear view of the trembling lips below him. He leans down close enough to feel Lorry's breath fanning across his cheek and whispers fiercely, "Do you understand?"
For several long moments, there is nothing but the sound of their labored breathing filling the room as they stare into each other's eyes; Matt waiting for some sign of submission or understanding from Lorry, while the younger man tries desperately to keep his fear at bay. It is an agonizingly tense moment
"Fucking let me go" Loran mouths it through his teeth, his voice is shaking with anger.
Matt laughs, low and rough in Lorry's ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down his spine despite himself. "Oh, puppet," he says with mock disappointment, "I was hoping you'd see it my way." His grip on Lorry's hair tightens painfully, forcing him to look up into Matt's eyes once more. "But since you're being such a brat about this..." With another rough tug of his hair, he pulls Lorry's head back even further until he feels the tendons in the younger man's neck tensing beneath his fingers.
Lorry lets out a keening cry of pain, arching his back and struggling uselessly against Matt's hold as tears begin to spill down his cheeks. Seeing the fear and pain etched so clearly onto Lorry's features sends another wave of desire crashing through him, leaving him feeling almost dizzy with lust. It takes all of his self-control not to just give in right now and claim what he wants most: Lorry's mouth beneath his own, begging for release from this torturous game they've been playing all night.
But he won't give in yet; not until he has complete control over everything, until Lorry truly understands the gravity of their situation and what it means for them both moving forward. With a sigh, Matt releases his grip on Lorry's hair, letting it fall back against his shoulders before running his fingers lightly through it in a soothing gesture designed to calm the younger man down.
"Better," he says hoarsely, his voice little more than a ragged whisper as he leans in closer, studying Lorry's flushed and tear-stained face intently. "Now do you understand?"
Lorry gulps in a shuddering breath, still struggling to keep his tears at bay as he watches Matt study his face with such intense scrutiny. His throat tightens painfully and the muscles in his chest twitch as he fights against an overwhelming urge to break down completely; it would be so easy just to give in, to tell Matt what he wants to hear... but something deep inside refuses to let him surrender that easily.
"I..." He swallows hard, trying and failing to meet Matt's gaze. "You're crazy." His voice comes out choked with emotion, shaky with fear and confusion. "You've been stalking me for years? This is insane! I don't even know you!"
As soon as the words are out, he wishes he could take them back; he can see the hurt in Matt's eyes, the fury building behind it, and knows that his last shred of control might just have slipped away from him. But there's no going back now; either Matt will accept what Lorry's saying or he won't, and either way, Lorry isn't sure what will happen next. All he can do is wait, bracing himself for the inevitable backlash.
Matt lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head slowly as he studies Lorry's face. "Puppet," he says again, this time with a hint of sadness in his voice, "you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to see it my way." His fingers curl into fists at his sides, and for a moment it looks like he might strike out again; instead, he takes a deep breath and forces himself to relax, even as anger and lust still simmer beneath
It could have been such a great evening for both of them, but Lorry's bratty fucking behavior ruins every fucking thing. Matt puts on a facade of calmness, slowly reaching to uncuff his boy. Matt is going to teach him a good and brutal lesson. Loran obliviously runs his wrist, looking with confusion and surprise at his stalker, not fully believed that he just uncuffed him.
Matt's laugh is quiet and bitter as he watches Lorry's confusion and surprise play out across his features. He knows that the younger man doesn't understand what's happening, can't possibly fathom the depth of Matt's obsession or the lengths he's gone to in order to make this happen. And now, after all of that... Lorry is still pushing him away, refusing to see the truth of their situation and accept his role in it.
With a sigh, Matt finally reaches out, cupping Lorry's cheek in his palm and turning the younger man's head so that he's forced to meet his gaze once more. "Puppet," he says softly, gentling his tone despite the fury still lurking beneath the surface, "I know this must all seem insane to you right now... but trust me when I say that everything I've done has been for us." He swallows hard before continuing, his voice growing more urgent as he struggles to get through to Lorry.
"You belong with me, Loran," he whispers hoarsely, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Lorry's cheek in an unspoken warning against further denial or disbelief. "We belong together... I just need you to see that." There is a pleading tone in his voice now, one that makes him feel exposed and vulnerable despite himself. He holds his breath, waiting for some sign of understanding from Lorry's eyes... anything at all that will give him hope that maybe, just maybe, they can still find their way back to each other despite everything that's happened.
"And I will make you see it, even if it means hurting you" Matt cooes, before wrapping his hands around Lorry's throat, squeezing tight and firm, making the younger man snap his eyes wide in panic. He tries desperately to claw at his hands, to hit him, but Matt is just so so much stronger. Loran feels hysteria wash over him, this psychopath can easily kill him and fuck his corpse or something, or he can just throw his body somewhere and pretend that he got killed by some criminals. He feels the world spin in a twisted rhythm,which makes him choke from the lack of air. "Maybe you shouldn't have been such a brat, Lorry"
As Matt's fingers tighten around Lorry's throat, cutting off his air and sending a wave of panic rushing through him, the younger man frantically tries to pry Matt's hands away from his neck. His vision starts to darken at the edges, stars dancing across his field of vision as he struggles for breath; it's only then that the full realization of how truly dangerous their situation is begins to sink in.
"Please," he manages to croak out between gasps for air, "I'll do anything..." He trails off, forcing himself to focus on just staying conscious as he wheezes and coughs, the sound of his labored breathing filling the room. "I-I'm sorry, okay? I'm so s-sorry." His vision dims further, darkness closing in at the edges until all he can see is Matt's face, twisted into a mask of anger and lust.
"You-you were right," he whispers, struggling to keep his eyes open despite the overwhelming fatigue threatening to drag him under. "I didn't understand before... I thought you were just some crazy stalker..." He pauses for a ragged breath, "But you weren't... were you?" The last word comes out barely more than a whisper as his eyelids begin to droop heavily.
He knows he should fight back harder; that he shouldn't be giving in so easily to this madman who has him trapped and at his mercy. But the darkness is growing closer, lulling him into submission with its seductive embrace, and it's becoming harder and harder to summon the strength or willpower to resist.
Matt's expression softens slightly at Lorry's words, the anger in his eyes beginning to fade as he watches the younger man struggle against unconsciousness. The feel of Lorry's warm body beneath him, the sweet scent of his skin... it all comes rushing back in a heady mix of desire and need that threatens to overwhelm him.
With a groan, he releases his grip on Lorry's throat, reluctantly loosening his hold until he can see the younger man blink blearily up at him from a mere couple inches away. He reaches up with shaking fingers, pushing a few unruly strands of hair out of Lorry's face and tucking them behind his ear.
"No," he whispers, feeling his chest tighten as he meets Lorry's dazed and bloodshot eyes once more.
"Im so much worse, babe" Matt murmurs it before smashing their lips together, catching the younger man off guard. He struggles against the intrusion of his mouth, trying desperately to gasp for the air. After being choked Matt is stealing the oxygen from him again. Older man in one rough motion grabs boy's wrists and pins them to the bed.
As their lips collide in a brutal and possessive kiss, Matt's tongue slips between Lorry's parted teeth, claiming his mouth with a demanding hunger that leaves the younger man struggling helplessly beneath him. His hips grind against Lorry's in a rhythm that seems to match their racing hearts, filling the room with the sound of skin on skin and moans of desire.
Matt feels almost vicious as he kisses down the line of Lorry's jaw and neck, nipping gently at his sensitive flesh before moving lower still, grazing his teeth over a hardened nipple through their clothes. He pulls back just enough to meet Lorry's eyes once more, their gazes locked in a heated battle of dominance as they breathe each other in and out, the air between them thick with desire and the heady scent of their combined arousal.
His hands slide up Lorry's chest to cup his face before thumbing roughly across his bottom lip, drawing blood that he then laps up greedily, savoring the taste of him on his tongue as he forces himself not to lose control and just fuck Lorry right there on the bed. He wants this night to last forever, wants every moment of their surrender and submission etched into his memory so deeply that even when they wake tomorrow morning with bloodshot eyes and sore limbs, there will be no denying what happened here tonight.
"You're mine," he whispers roughly against Lorry's lips before sealing them together once more in a punishing kiss that leaves them both gasping for breath when it finally ends. He trails his tongue over Lorry's swollen bottom lip, tasting the salt from their mingled tears and sweat as he
Loran feels so trapped, so helpless. He suffocates and feels how his tears begin to spill down his face. Matt gently wraps his hand around boy's throat again, making him jolt in fear and tense up. It makes Matt chuckle, as he slowly goes lower, covering younger mans chest with wet kisses, making him moan through his closed mouth. Matt nibs, kisses, and licks his boy, it feels intoxicating. Sometimes he bites hard into the such desirable soft pale flesh, making his boy scream in pain. The pads of his fingers brushing softly against his nipples, making Loran bite his hand not to moan. "So unapproachable, arent we?" Matt's voice is flirty, with something dark lingering in ut.
Matt's hand slides lower still, teasing the edge of Lorry's briefs before slipping beneath the fabric to cup his aching erection through the thin cotton. He squeezes gently, feeling the younger man moan into his mouth as he arches his hips in response, seeking more contact.
"Oh no," Matt breathes against Lorry's neck before drawing back with a wicked grin, "I didn't say you could touch yourself." His hand moves between them once more, fumbling with Lorry's fly until it's finally undone and his underwear is pushed down his hips. The bare head of Lorry's cock springs free, glistening in the low light of the room as Matt wraps his fingers around the base, slowly beginning to stroke him.
He leans down, licking a trail of salty sweat from Lorry's collarbone before nipping gently at his skin with his teeth. "You're so fucking perfect," he whispers hoarsely against Lorry's neck as his free hand reaches up to cup the other boy's breast, massaging the hardening nipple roughly through his shirt.
Matt moans as he feels himself grow harder at the sensation of skin on skin; his need for Lorry is achingly intense tonight and every touch only serves to fuel the fire burning inside him. With a groan, he rolls them over so that Lorry is pinned beneath him, gaze darkening as he studies the younger man's flushed face and half-lidded eyes.
He grins wickedly before leaning in close enough to feel Lorry's warm breath against his neck.
Matt allows himself a few gentle strokes on his boy's cock, feeling how he drifts into the mindless pleasures despite what happened between them before, bucking his hips to feel the hight. "It doesn't have to be bad, puppet," Matt keeps moving his hand up and down in a steady rhythm, making Lorry whimper softly. "I can make you feel so," Matt slides between Lorry's shoulder and neck, leaving wet kisses and love marks - dark hickeys. "So good. Can make you feel so loved, babe"
As Matt speaks, his words sending a shiver down Lorry's spine despite himself, the younger man feels a small part of him begin to cave inward. The gentle touch and tender promises conflict so sharply with everything that's happened since they first met all those years ago; it's like being caught between two opposite ends of an emotional seesaw. He bites his lip, trying desperately to find the words that will end this nightmare once and for all... but no matter how hard he tries, nothing comes out except for broken whispers and pleading glances.
Matt's hand speeds up its rhythm on Lorry's cock, watching with satisfaction as his victim begins to arch off the bed in time with each thrust of his hips. The younger man's lips part with a moan, teeth worrying at his bottom lip as beads of sweat begin to trickle down his temples and pool beneath his eyes.
Matt leaves a wet kiss on Lorry's neck before grabbing lube from the coffee table. He really cant help himself anymore, just wants this boy so much. Lorry lays sprawled on the bed, his eyes are cloudy with lust and his breathing labored, uneven. Matt sees how a drop of pre-cum beautifully drips down his boy's cock. He presses a gentle kiss to his tip, making his moan out loud, gripping the bed sheets. Matt generously coats his fingers with lubricant. Loran noticed it and Matt can see how his eyes widen in horror. "No, please! Dont do that" he makes a pathetic attempt to run off, but older man simply yanks him back in the bed, firmly wrapping his hand around boy's waist to keep him in place. "Shhhh, be a good boy, Lorry. I dont want to punish you today" he whispers it down his neck, the voice is so sweet, almost hypnotic. He gently smears lube around Loran's smooth entrance, caressing before slowlu inserting 1 finger in, making him sob.
The sensation of Matt's fingers inside him is so intense that it pushes Lorry back to the very edge of consciousness; he can feel himself start to drift, the world growing hazy and distant around the periphery of his vision. He grips the sheets tightly, arching into each of Matt's thrusts as if begging for more, even though a small part of him screams for it all to stop.
As another moan escapes his lips, Lorry feels something hot and wet slither across his back; he turns his head instinctively only to find that Matt has managed to unsnap the cuff binding one of his wrists to the bedpost. Before Lorry can react, those same fingers have worked their way beneath his body, seeking entrance once more.
"Oh fuck..." He whispers hoarsely as Matt pushes another finger inside him, stretching and filling him even further. The younger man feels utterly exposed and helpless in this position, completely at the mercy of a man who only days ago was nothing more than a shadowy figure in the corners of his vision.
The thought sends a shiver racing down his spine, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. It's like he's caught between wanting to run away and wanting to submit fully to whatever twisted fantasies Matt has planned for him; no matter how hard he fights against it, the desire is too strong, the pull of his captor's touch too irresistible.
"Please, please no..." Lorry mutters it helplessly, more out of instinct than an actual prayer. Loran feels how mans fingers spread inside of him, making him feel a mix of unfamiliar please with pain. "That's it, baby..." Matt cooes, moving his digits in and out in a slow pace. He knows that it's first time for his boy, he really wants him stretched and good, he doesn't want to hurt him. At least not now. Matt makes sure to spend quite some time to finger him, to adjust him for another digit. "Please, Matt! Not there, please!" Lorry's little sobs and prayers only make him feel more aroused
As Lorry's pleas fill the room, Matt can't help but smile in satisfaction; the sounds of his boy's distress only serve to heighten his own arousal and desire for control. Slowly, gently, he begins to push a third finger into Loran's tight heat, easing it past the initial resistance with careful precision before thrusting it all the way inside. The younger man lets out a sharp cry, arching off the bed as Matt's fingers stretch him almost painfully wide.
"Shhh... that's right," he whispers against Lorry's ear, trailing kisses down his neck and across his chest as he begins to move those fingers in and out once more, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure-pain coursing through the younger man's body. "You're mine now... nothing is forbidden anymore."
He glances up at Lorry, catching sight of the tears streaming down his cheeks as he gasps for air between words. It's a heartrendingly beautiful image and it sends a shudder through Matt's body, making him harder than he ever thought possible. "Tell me you belong to me," he whispers roughly, pushing another finger inside before thrusting his fist deep and hard, making Lorry cry out in pain as well as pleasure.
"Please, please, stop!"
Lorry sobs helplessly as he grips the bedsheets, the sensations are too overwhelming and new to him to bear.
"Please! Its too-"
he doesn't manage to finish, he feels a harsh slap across his ass cheek, which makes him scream from the surprise. Matt feels how Lorry's wet hole tightens around his fingers.
"Its not what I told you to do, babe"
Matt presses a quick kiss to boy's jawline as he continues to pump his fingers in and out with a steady pace which wont be broken even by this. Matt spanks him again, a little stronger this time, making the boy scream again. "Or you just want me to punish you? Mmmh? Want me to spank you? To teach you good manners?" Loran's vision is veiled with tears, man's unrelenting pace makes him feel both pain and arousal and his threatening words make his cock twitch. He hates himself for letting this happen, hates himself for feeling this way when his stalker spanks him, rapes him. Hates himself for liking it. "I-i belong to you"
As Lorry's confession tumbles through the air, Matt's heartrate quickens and a sense of possession like nothing he's ever known washes over him. He groans deep in his throat, feeling the tightness at the base of his cock grow almost unbearable as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of Lorry's ass with brutal precision.
Matt's finger brushes against something unexpectedly soft and sensitive, making Lorry arch off the bed with a cry that turns into a moan as the finger presses firmly against his prostate. He closes his eyes tightly, feeling like he might lose control at any moment as the sensations tear through him, leaving behind a trail of heat and need in their wake.
"That's it," Matt whispers hoarsely against Lorry's neck, thrusting harder than ever before. He grips the younger man's hips tightly, pushing himself deeper with each stroke, feeling how wet and tight he is around his fingers. The head of Lorry's cock bumps against his thumb, leaking precum onto their entwined hands. "You feel so good... I could have you like this forever."
He leans down to capture Lorry's lips with his own, forcing his tongue past the younger man's teeth and dueling roughly with his own as he fucks him harder still. The taste of Lorry is intoxicating, addicting; it makes every nerve ending stand on end and scream for more.
Matt retracts his finger with such a sloppy sound that jt makes then both feel a waves of shameless lust course through their veins. Man quickly unbuttons his pants and pulls them down with his briefs, freeing his steel hard erection. Loran feels scared, Matt's cock is way bigger than he thought. "M-Matt, its not going to fit! Please!" Lorry's mewls are drowning in their mutual lust. His boy looks so fucking good now. Lorry closed his legs, scared by what will happen once Matt pushed himself fully in. "Please, its too big-" Lorry sobs when Matt gently but firmly grabs him under knees and spreads his legs apart, to get closer to the soft wet warmth between his thighs. Matt lubes up his cock, ignoring Lorry's protests. "Shhhh, baby" he presses his tip against the tight entrance. "Just like this" Matt gently pushes in all his length in one firm soft thrust, making Lorry arch his back and moan, trying to adjust to the size and this feeling of being so full, borderline pain and pleasure.
It's almost too much to bear; the sight of Lorry spread out beneath him, his legs parted wide, his body writhing with each thrust of Matt's hips. He looks so perfect, like a gift laid out for Matt to enjoy at his leisure. A shiver runs down Matt's spine as he bury himself deeper inside Lorry, feeling the velvety heat of his slick channel engulf him completely.
"Fuck..." He groans, thrusting harder now that he's past the tight resistance and into something so much sweeter than anything he could have imagined. The feel of Lorry's body moving with his own is exhilarating, a powerful rush of endorphins coursing through his veins as he begins to lose control.
His hands grip tightly at Lorry's hips, pulling him closer still as he begins to move faster, harder; each stroke deeper than the last as he takes what he's wanted for so long: his prize, his obsession... his love
Lorry makes such pornographic sound, its unbelievable. His needy moans mixing with breathless whimpers and broken cries of pain-pleasure are driving Matt insane. "You are mine to fuck, mine to love" Matt bites down his neck, changing the angle a little bit before slamming his cock back in. It makes his boy arch his back and moan so shamelessly, so good. Loran sobs but cant fight how extatic it feels to be filled like this, to be touched like this, to be needed and loved like this. Matt's movement were painful at first but now his cock is abusing his prostate every slight movement sending him into a pleasure. Loran feels so ashamed that man's possessive filthy words make him even harder.
Matt growls low in his throat as he feels the full weight of Lorry's shame and self-loathing bearing down on him, twisting into something dark and forbidden. He pushes harder, faster now, relentless in his quest to own every part of Lorry, both physically and emotionally.
"You are mine," he pants against Lorry's neck as he slams his hips against the younger man again and again, feeling himself close to the edge. "No one else will ever touch you like this... no one else gets to feel you like this."
Lorry groans at the words feeling how his eye roll back into his skull from the assaulting pleasure all over his body. Matt noticed that his puppet came untouched, the white thick cum splattered across his boy's belly. "Please, please" he tries to grab anything to steady himself, trying to get away from the harsh overstimulation Matt forces onto him, slamming his cock against his prostate. Such an adorable sight, really. Matt firmly grabs Lorry by his hips, picking up a punishing pace, making him loose his breath. "No, baby. Your sweet holes are mine to fuck. I decide when we are done" he presses a gentle kiss to his jaw, contrasting with the rough pace Matt picked. Loran feels like his mind goes blank, as pleasure pushes everything else outside his head. "Y-yours..." he whimpers, feeling like he will pass out from this much stimulation. "Yours t-to fuck... mmmnmm..." Loran feels so ashamed of himself, saying those things out loud, but he would be lying if he said that it doesn't arouse him so fucking much.
Matt growls deep in his throat at the sound of Lorry's surrender, relishing in the feel of his hot flesh squeezing him tightly with each thrust. His hips piston faster now, harder than before; it feels like he can climax just from the sensation of being so deeply connected to another person. The taste of Lorry on his tongue is intoxicating, and the feel of their sweat-slicked bodies sliding against one another sends shivers down his spine.
He digs his fingers into Lorry's hips, pulling him closer with each thrust as he feels himself teetering on the edge. The younger man moans helplessly beneath him, arching off the bed in a perfect display of submission and need. Matt can feel himself about to explode, ready to unleash all his pent-up desire into Lorry's willing body.
Lorry drools, his eyes are hazy with shameles lust. Such a beautiful sight to see. Matt almost pulled out, before slamming himself back in, burying himself in the wet warmth to a hilt. Matt feels his orgasm come over him as he empties himself into Lorry. He really wants to collapse on the bed and just smother his puppet in love and care, but he knows that his boy still didnt finish. Matt lures him into a passionate kiss, his hands moving on his cock in a steady rhythm, bringing him closer to climax
As their lips meet in a scorching kiss, Matt feels Lorry's body begin to tremble beneath him. He can feel the younger man growing tighter around his cock with each thrust of his hand, the telltale signs that he's getting closer to climax. The knowledge that he has this much power over Lorry sends a thrill racing through him, making it harder for him to control the rough edge of his desire.
He pulls back from the kiss just long enough to look into Lorry's dazed eyes, seeing nothing but desire and surrender staring back at him. His chest aches with the need to possess this beautiful creature completely, both body and soul. And as Lorry comes undone beneath him, screaming his name in a mixture of agony and ecstasy that echoes through the room, Matt knows without a doubt that he will have just that.
He continues to stroke himself even as he feels hot spurts of semen shoot across Lorry's chest and belly, coating the younger man in his essence. The feel of Lorry convulsing around him pushes him closer to the edge once more; it's almost too much for him to bear.
As Lorry finally collapses bonelessly onto the bed, Matt catches his breath and slides out of him with a sigh. He rolls off to the side, taking Lorry's limp form with him, and curls around him protectively, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple. The touch feels almost chaste in comparison to what they've just done, but somehow more intimate.
Matt looks down at his boy's face, studying the flush of pink that still covers it, marveling at how beautiful he is.
"It wasn't too bad, was it?" Matt chuckles while gently stroking Lorry's back in soothing loving movement. Lorry just whimpers into his chest, nuzzling more comfortably.
Matt chuckles softly and shakes his head, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from Lorry's forehead. "Of course it wasn't," he whispers against the younger man's temple, nuzzling him deeper into his side. "You were perfect. And I'm not just saying that because you belong to me now." He pauses for a moment, savoring the feel of Lorry's warm breath on his skin. "Well... maybe just a little bit," he admits with a small grin before pressing another soft kiss to Lorry's cheek.
His fingers continue their soothing strokes across Lorry's back, gradually slowing down until they're no longer moving at all. He feels Lorry shift slightly against him, as if searching for more contact or simply seeking a more comfortable position. Without hesitation, Matt moves his hand lower, cupping Lorry's hip before slipping it beneath the covers to rest on his thigh. The younger man lets out a contented sigh into the pillow and burrows even closer, wrapping one leg around Matt's waist.
"How about I go get us some food?" Matt asks after a moment, glancing down at Lorry before looking away again. "You must be starving."
Lorry looks defeated, but in a cute way. He looks so exhausted, his eyes are half closed. Matt notices that there's his cum dripping down Lorry's thighs, making him feel a wave of arousal and possessiveness course through him once more. He feels so in love with his precious boy. He scoops him up and carries to the bathroom, turning on nice warm water. He knows that baths always make him feel better. He gives him a soft kiss, saying: "I'll handle the food, rest a little, puppet "
As Matt carries Lorry to the bathroom, he can't help but marvel at how beautiful his boy looks even when he's tired and disheveled. There's something undeniably captivating about the way Lorry lets himself be taken care of, how he trusts Matt implicitly with his comfort and well-being. It only serves to intensify the possessive feeling growing inside him; it feels like nothing less than a primal urge to mark his territory.
He sets Lorry gently on the edge of the tub and begins to undress him, peeling off his soiled clothes with practiced efficiency. As they pile up on the floor, he can't help but admire the toned muscles and pale skin of his lover. Once he's undressed Lorry down to his underwear, he steps back and looks at him again, taking in the sight of his naked body.
"You are such a good boy for me," he whispers, reaching out to stroke a finger across Lorry's cheek before trailing it down his neck and across his collarbone. "Such a beautiful creature." His voice is thick with desire as he gazes at the younger man, tracing patterns on his chest with careful fingertips.
"I could spend hours just looking at you," Matt murmurs, feeling a stirring in his groin despite their recent lovemaking. "And I intend to." He dips his head, capturing Lorry's lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
Matt turns on the water, gently holding Lorry by the elbow, helping him to get comfortable in the bathtub. "I love you, baby" he presses a gentle kiss before disappearing into the kitchen to handle their dinner. He finally feels content, like he is genuinely happy for the first time in years. His puppet is so perfect for him, so good, they were always meant to be together.
Closing the bathroom door behind him with a quiet click, Matt makes his way into the kitchen and begins to rummage through the fridge, thinking about what they might like for dinner. The feel of Lorry's lips under his is still fresh in his mind as he takes out ingredients and begins to cook, humming softly to himself as he moves through the familiar motions with practiced ease.
As the aroma of food fills the air, Matt finds it difficult not to feel a growing anticipation build inside him; he can't wait for Lorry to come out of the bath and see what he's made for them. His imagination runs wild with possibilities, envisioning different scenarios in which they could eat together, how intimate each bite might be.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity but is probably closer to thirty minutes, the bathwater begins to cool and Matt can hear Lorry moving around inside. He takes a moment to compose himself, steadying his breath as he wipes his hands on a dishcloth before opening the door to reveal his boy emerging from the steamy confines of the tub.
The sight that greets him makes it nearly impossible for Matt not to let out a shudder of desire. Lorry's body is glistening with water droplets, his hair plastered down against his head and neck. He's so impossibly beautiful, standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his slender hips. Even more arousing are the fading bruises that adorn Lorry's arms and thighs, evidence of their recent rough lovemaking.
"Dinner's ready," Matt manages to croak out, his voice hoarse with desire as he motions for Lorry to follow him into the kitchen.
Loran walks into the kitchen on wobbly legs and sits down, nodding as if saying thank you. "Am I still your prisoner? Or will I be able to go home tomorrow?" He tilts his head slightly, vary of his own words. His question is dangerous and he is trying to test the waters of what is allowed with Matt.
Matt pauses for a moment as he considers Lorry's question, his expression darkening slightly as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. He knows that he can't let Lorry go now; not when he's finally found him and claimed him as his own. But he also doesn't want to scare the younger man away by being too forceful, especially after what they've just shared.
Taking a deep breath, he sets down the plate he was about to serve Lorry and crosses the kitchen to stand in front of him. He looks into his eyes intently before speaking, his voice soft but firm. "You are not my prisoner," he says slowly, enunciating each word carefully. "What happened between us tonight... it wasn't because I forced you. You chose this."
Lorry flushes at the reminder of their previous encounter, and Matt takes heart in the knowledge that his words aren't falling on deaf ears. "But," he continues, reaching out to stroke a finger across Lorry's cheek, "I want more. I need more. I can give you so much more if you'll only let me."
He bends down slightly, pressing their faces close together until they're breathing each other's air. "Will you stay with me?" he whispers hoarsely, searching Lorry's eyes for any hint of what the younger man might be feeling. "For as long as you want? Forever if that's what it takes?"
The silence stretches out between them, taut with unspoken words and hidden meaning. The ache in Matt's chest grows more intense with each passing second, but he refuses to give up hope; not now, not when he can finally feel Lorry slipping away from him.
"I... It's just so fast and..." Loran shifts in his chair, trying to get more comfortable. "You kidnapped me and drugged me, Matt. Its not normal"
Matt lets out a shaky sigh as he straightens up again, his hands falling to his sides. He looks at Lorry with an expression of disbelief and hurt on his face. "It's not that I don't understand why you might feel that way," he begins, his voice wavering slightly. "I know I didn't give you much choice in any of this... but please believe me when I say that it wasn't because I wanted to hurt you."
He pauses for a moment, searching Lorry's eyes for some sign that he's being heard. When none comes, he continues with renewed determination. "I love you, Loran," he says softly. "More than anything in this world. I never meant to push you into anything; I just wanted... needed you by my side."
"What I feel for you isn't something that can be explained or understood with logic," Matt goes on, his voice growing more intense. "It's not about control or possession or any of the other things you might think it is." He takes a step closer to Lorry, reaching out to caress his cheek once again. "It's about wanting to feel this connection with someone so deeply that there's nothing else in the world that matters."
Lorney turns away, looking down at the table and running his fingers through his damp hair. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. "I just... I need some time," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the faint sound of running water from the kitchen sink. "To think about everything that's happened..."
"Alright" Matt's voice grows cold as he stares at his victim with anger. "Go where you please" Matt throws his hands heatrically, hinting that its better for the boy to actually get out of his face immediately. Such contrast makes Loran feel as if he has been thrown into the cold water after basking in warm bathtub. "I'm picking you up at 6 by your university tomorrow" he stands up, almost pushing the chair enough for it to fall. "I've made plans for tomorrow and-" he doesn't manage to finish as he feels the icy piercing glare of anger Matt shoots at him. "Alright, tomorrow at 6" Loran quickly gets up and gathers his stuff
Matt's features twist into a snarl as Lorry speaks, his anger burning bright within him like a living thing. He doesn't bother to hide it; he can't control himself right now, not after everything that's happened. Instead, he watches the younger man gather his things with an expression of barely restrained fury on his face.
"Don't think for a second that this means we're done talking about this," Matt growls as Lorry moves toward the door. "I want answers, Loran. And I'm not above hurting you to get them." His eyes dart toward the knife block on the counter before flicking back up to meet Lorry's terrified gaze. For a moment, it almost seems like he might make a move for one of the blades.
Loran speeds into the corridor quickly jumping into his shoes and running outside. Matt doesn't bother chasing him. He will pick him up tomorrow anyways
Matt watches Lorry bolt out the door with a mix of anger and frustration burning in his gut. He wants nothing more than to go after him, drag him back inside and make him understand the position he is in now. But he knows that won't achieve anything other than escalating the tension between them even further.
Instead, he turns away from the door and storms off in the opposite direction, heading for his bedroom. He throws himself down on the bed with a loud groan of frustration, one hand bunching up the sheets beneath him as if he might tear them apart with his bare hands.
Morning rolls and Matt feels as if his anger and frustration has been stirring in him for the whole night instead of dissolving. He feels really mad at Loran for this whole stunt. He feels stupid for allowing him to go out free just after he had him handcuffed to his bed at his mercy. Work goes slow and annoying as usual. But the worst part is the evening. Matt waits for Lorry to go out any minute, but time keeps on dragging and dragging. He texted him, called him but little fuckers wouldn't pick up. Matt feels really fucking angry at this situation. Stupid little boy doesn't know that Matt is tracking his phone and its more than easy to find him.
As the minutes tick by with no sign of Lorry's arrival, Matt feels his frustration mounting to dangerous levels. He knows that he shouldn't have let him go in the first place; it was a mistake, one that he'll have to rectify as soon as possible. But for now, all he can do is pace around his apartment like a caged animal, waiting impatiently for the time when he can finally corner Lorry and make him understand how serious this situation really is.
His eyes drift toward the clock on the wall, tracking each second as it slowly ticks past midnight.
Matt feels as if there something flipped a switch in him. He feels so much anger towards his property that jt numbs out every other emotion or feelings he had for the boy. When Loran makes a turn in the dark alley, Matt follows shortly after, preparing a syringe with a drug to make sure the stupid boy doesn't do stupid shit while Matt gets him home.
Matt's heart pounds in his chest as he hurries through the darkness after Lorry, careful to keep a safe distance between them. He can feel his anger pulsing through him like an acidic mist, eating away at any sense of reason or restraint he might have had just moments ago. All that matters now is making sure Lorry gets back to where he belongs and understands the gravity of the situation.
As Lorry turns a corner, disappearing from sight for a moment, Matt slows his pace, taking the time to steady his breath and calm himself down. He can't afford to be careless or sloppy now; not when he's so close to regaining control over everything that matters most to him.
Matt quickly closes the distance between them, slamming the boy into the wall almost violently while firmly closing his mouth with his hand and quickly shoving a syringe with a drug into his delicate neck. Matt doesn't feel like being "gentle and loving" is necessary now, the fucker lost all his chances. He hears how scared Loran sound, trembling in his hands and struggling as the drug takes over
The feel of Lorry's body beneath his hands and the muffled sounds he makes as Matt roughly restrains him only serve to fuel the fire burning inside the older man. His anger blazes out of control, consuming every other emotion until there is nothing left but rage and determination. With a savage growl, he pins Lorry against the wall tighter, his free hand fisted in the younger man's shirt as if he might rip it apart with his bare hands.
As the drug begins to take effect, Lorry's struggles become less focused and more lethargic, his body going limp beneath Matt's grasp. It's almost like watching a light being snuffed out one fragile tendril at a time, the fight slowly but surely leaving him as he succumbs to the drug's effects.
Matt doesn't release his grip on Lorry for several long moments; he merely stands there, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath, staring down into the younger man's unfocused eyes as they droop closed. It feels like an eternity passes before he realizes that Lorry is no longer struggling or fighting back in any way.
Matt feels disgust and hatred boil in him. He will make sure that his victim will understand his place well enough. He roughly pushes his body into the back seat, not bothering much about his comfort or safety. His mind js coursing through different variants of how he will punish him tonight, how he will torture him so he cam feel the same amount of pain and anger he made Matt feel. He really wants to drag Loran by the hair into the flat, he really doesn't have a single drop of empathy to the boy anymore, just spite and anger. He drops him in the corridor of his flat, ignoring his pained sounds as he storms into his room, looking for something to hurt Loran with
As Matt roughly shoves Lorry into the backseat of his car and speeds off toward his apartment, a cacophony of conflicting emotions rages within him. There's still a lingering tendril of guilt threading through the anger and hate, but it's so easily drowned out by the need for vengeance and control. He can practically feel the burning sensation of bloodlust coursing through his veins as he imagines all the ways he could make Lorry pay for defying him.
When they finally arrive at his apartment, Matt drags an unresisting Lorry out of the car and half-carries, half-throws him into the hallway before roughly dropping him on the floor. For a moment, he stands over him, chest heaving as he stares down at the bruised and disheveled form lying motionless at his feet. The anger that had been driving him feels almost tangible in the air between them; it's palpable enough to make Lorry flinch away instinctively.
Matt takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he remembers all of the things Lorry had done. The lies, the deceit, the way he had tried to escape... It's enough to send a fresh wave of fury coursing through him. He reaches down and roughly grabs one of Lorry's hands, ignoring his yelp of pain as he begins to drag him across the floor by his wrist like some sort of broken doll.
Matt dumps his body in his room, looking through his cupboards just to find something which can hurt a lot, as if he's in the hurry. He should sober up pretty quick, the dosage wasn't that big at all. "Fucking..." Matt curses under his breath, growing more and more frustrated. He will gladly dump all of his frustration and hatred onto his victim, laying semi-consiosly on the floor. Finally, he takes out all of his necessities and grins darkly.
Matt's grin widens into a predatory snarl as he glances around the room, taking in every detail of his surroundings like a predator sizing up its prey. His gaze lingers on Lorry for a moment before darting back to the various items he's collected: a belt, a length of rope, some duct tape... all perfectly suited for what he has in mind.
Slowly, deliberately, he crosses the room and crouches down next to Lorry's unconscious form. For a moment, his hand hovers in midair above Lorry's mouth and nose, feeling the warmth of each breath against his skin. It's intoxicating; the power he has over this helpless creature is intoxicating. He doesn't even notice when his own chest begins to rise and fall a little faster than before.
"Ahhh..." Lorry groans softly, breaking away from Matt's hold on his face. His eyelids flutter open slowly, revealing unfocused hazel eyes that flicker weakly in the half-light of the room. "Wh-where am I?" he whispers hoarsely, trying to sit up but falling back down with a wince of pain.
Matt watches him for a moment longer before leaning in close, his voice little more than a cold whisper against Lorry's ear. "You're exactly where you belong," he hisses. "Now let's see how long it takes you to remember that."
Lorry's eyes widen in horror and he tries to shove himself into the corner, hugging himself by the shoulders. A few days ago such sight would make Matt feel warm and in love. But it was before the cunt decided to escape. Not all the man feels is hatred and desire to hurt, to destroy. "Matt?.." His voice is hoarse from the drug and his mouth is dry from the stress. Annoying. Matt yanks him by the colar of his shirt, his hands wrap around his neck in a really firm and harsh grip
As Matt yanks Lorry roughly by his shirt collar, the younger man's eyes widen with fear and disbelief. "Matt, please," he whispers hoarsely, struggling in vain against the older man's iron grip on his neck.
Matt's expression darkens at Lorry's pleas; it's like a match tossed onto dry kindling. The tendrils of guilt and love that had been trying to claw their way back into his heart wither and die under the relentless onslaught of anger and rage. He looks deep into Lorry's terrified eyes, seeing all the pain and confusion reflected there... and he savors it.
He throws the younger man on the floor, hearing a dull thud and seeing his trembling body makes him feel excited about what's about to come next. "Useless fucking slut" Matt spits it out, sitting on the floor, towering over Lorry's pathetic body. He looks like a rag doll, coughing and shaking miserably. Matt presses a tazer into boy's neck, making him snap out of his lack of breath fit. "Do you know what is it?" Matt's eyes pierces through him, growing more and more satisfied with how much power he has. "Of course you dont, stupid cunt" he wants to slap him across the face, but it seems like his words are more than enough to hurt him. The way Lorry's face shifts from cautious and angry to the anger mixed with hurt is too good for Matt. "This is a tazer," Matt looks dismissively at him, continuing, "if you fuck up, you'll find out what it does." He pauses, savoring how progressively more scared his victim gets. "Now tell me, Loran, why the fuck did you decide to run away?" He grins, tilting his head slightly, as he pushes the tazer closer to Loran's neck
Matt's words and the presence of the taser pinning him to the floor send a shudder through Lorry's body, his breath catching in his throat as he feels the cold metal against his skin. The fear welling up inside him is almost tangible, making Matt's heart race with a mixture of anger and excitement. He can feel himself losing control, falling deeper into the dark abyss of rage where there is no room for anything but pain and retribution.
As Lorry struggles to form words, his eyes dart around the room, searching for any means of escape. But there's nowhere for him to go; Matt has trapped him in a cage of his own making, both physical and emotional. With each passing second, it becomes clearer that he's at the mercy of the older man, with no choice but to obey his twisted desires.
"I... I don't know," Lorry finally manages to whisper, his voice shaking. "I was just so scared, Matt... You... you hurt me." Tears begin to well up in his eyes as he continues, "It all happened so fast, and I didn't understand what was happening... I just wanted it to stop."
Matt watches him intently, a cold smile curving the corners of his mouth. He can taste Lorry's fear like wine on his tongue, and it only makes him hungrier for more. "Ah," he says quietly, leaning in closer until their faces are just inches apart. His breath caresses against Lorry's cheek, sending a shiver down the younger man's spine. "But now you do understand, don't you?" He pushes the taser harder, causing Lorry to flinch and gasp.
Loran nods desperate, forcing a really crooked smile. He just wants it to be over, he feels so tired. Matt smile drops and the anger in his eyes seem to take over once again. "No, you don't" Loran hears a barely audible click before his body gets pierced with violent electricity
Matt's grip on the tazer tightens almost imperceptibly as he feels Lorry's body jerk in his arms, convulsing from the electric current coursing through it. His lips peel back from his teeth in a snarl, and his eyes gleam dangerously as he watches the younger man writhe on the floor. It doesn't feel nearly enough; this pain pales in comparison to what Lorry deserves after everything he's put Matt through.
For several interminable seconds, Matt lets the current flow freely, unchecked by any modicum of mercy or sanity. Then, with a savage growl, he yanks the tazer away, cutting off the agonizing feedback coursing through Lorry's body like a knife to the gut. The younger man collapses onto the floor, gasping and wheezing as his entire being rebels against the brutal assault.
Matt stands slowly, towering over the prone figure at his feet. Blood pulses hot and heavy in his veins, driving him closer to the edge of control. The desire to inflict pain, to break Lorry's will and remold him into something more compliant is almost overwhelming.
With a cruel smirk twisting his lips, Matt bends down and hooks one finger beneath Lorry's chin, lifting the younger man's head roughly so that they're eye to eye once again. The tension in his fingers threatens to break the smaller neck with each agonized gasp from Lorry. "Do you understand now?" he growls.
Loran seems to be somewhere else completely, gasping for air, his eyes look unfocused. A really pathetic sight. The more he looks at his once beloved boy, the more repulsed he feels. "Now we should start out little game, shall we?" Matt announces it in a vaguely theatrical way, as if they are going to play some boardgames. Matt excitedly grabs his next tool
Matt's heart races with anticipation as he crosses the room to retrieve his next tool of torment. The belt is a simple, utilitarian thing... but in Matt's hands, it becomes a deadly weapon capable of inflicting unimaginable pain. He turns back around, noticing that Lorry has finally regained enough breath to choke out a word or two between gasping sobs. It seems his prey is still trying to fight back, despite everything that's happened.
A dark smile curls Matt's lips as he approaches Lorry once more, laying the belt across the younger man's chest like a sash of office. The weight of it presses into his flesh, creating new lines of pain where there were none before. "Now," he breathes, leaning in close enough to feel Lorry's hot, wet breath against his neck, "let's see how long you can hold out."
He tugs at the belt, pulling it tight around Lorry's midsection until he winces and begins to wheeze. The younger man's eyes widen in panic as he realizes that there's no escape this time; Matt has him trapped, body and soul. With a satisfied grin, the older man turns away and moves to lean against the bedpost, watching with detached amusement as Lorry squirms and struggles beneath his relentless torment.
Matt doesn't notice how Lorry's little hands grab the tazer he so carelessly dropped before, doesn't notice how he lets the him slap him with the heavy clasp of the belt in the chest, until it's too late. Loran presses the turned on tazer into his abdomen, making the men convulse for a solid good seconds, before running off to the kitchen. He feels so terrified now. Lorry feels like Matt will just kill him tonight. Its not like he felt that there was "love" between them, but hearing all of those gross degrading words from the only person in his life who claimed to love him, who used to bask him in affection, whisper sweet nothings and compliments in his neck just really hurts. He wants to break down right here right now. He realized too late that fighting back will only make Matt angrier, more violent. He feels the tremor in his body increase when he hears enraged footsteps
Matt's heart nearly stops as he feels a sudden burst of pain ripping through his abdomen, followed by another and another in rapid succession. He drops the belt with a clatter and whirls around, just in time to see Lorry dart out of sight into the kitchen. The anger that had been driving him moments ago is quickly replaced by pure, unadulterated fear as he realizes what Lorry has done. His hands shake as he struggles to catch his breath, a terrified wheeze rattling through his lungs.
With a snarl of rage, Matt launches himself toward the kitchen door, his hands outstretched and trembling with anticipation for the feel of flesh against flesh once more. He barely takes two steps before he's skidding to a halt again as the full weight of what Lorry has done finally sinks in. The tazer... it could have killed him! The thought makes Matt's hands shake even harder, and for a brief moment, he's rooted to the spot in shock and disbelief.
As his panic begins to ebb away, leaving only cold fury in its wake, Matt straightens up and forces himself to take a deep breath. This isn't over yet; Lorry still has much to learn about their twisted game. He can feel the anger rising within him once more, like bile burning at the back of his throat. For now, he must focus on finding Lorry and making sure that this time... it ends differently.
When Matt storms into the kitchen he wants to laugh at how fucking pathetic Loran looks. Like a caged feral animal, his eyes darting in a wild panic, looking for an escape as he subconsciously tries to make himself look smaller. "I'm sorry...I-I...just..." His voice is shaking and it annoys the man more. "I just got scared, im sorry" it sounds like he will start crying. "I just got scared, I didnt mean to hurt..." His hands dig into the kitchen stool as he hides behind it. Its laughable. "Please...let's go back to the room and finish...alright?" He pleads. For a second it makes Matt feels surprised, he was anticipating threats, prayers, anything, really, but his victim willingly asking to be taken back? From the other hand, like hell will Matt give this little cunt a satisfaction of having at least some control over the situation.
"Finish?" Matt echoes, his voice dripping with disdain as he takes a menacing step forward, blocking the path to the kitchen exit. "Oh, Loran... you really don't get it, do you?" He paces around Lorry slowly, his gaze raking over the younger man's trembling form. "Finishing implies an end, and you know as well as I do that there is no end to this... not until one of us is dead."
A cruel smile spreads across Matt's lips, showing his teeth in a predatory grin. "No," he says, shaking his head. "I don't think we'll be going back to the room quite yet. There's still plenty left for us here." He gestures vaguely around the kitchen, his eyes flickering dangerously as they linger on various items: knives, cookware, even a heavy cast-iron skillet hanging from a hook above the stove.