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.
With each touch and caress, the tension within Matt grows tighter, his need to feel Lorry wrapped around him, to bury himself deep inside of this perfect body becoming more insistent with every passing moment. He savors these quiet, intimate moments even as they drive him to the edge of sanity; he knows that once they cross that line, there's no going back.
His hands wander lower now, skimming over the soft plane of Loran's belly before sliding lower still to cup his hip. He can feel Lorry trembling beneath him in anticipation of what comes next; it only serves to stoke the fire burning hot within him. With a moan of need that echoes deep within his chest, he presses Lorry back onto the bed and follows his body down, pressing their hips together in a familiar yet electrifying contact.
His lips trail hot, wet kisses along the line of Loran's jaw and down his neck, each touch setting off a new wave of pleasure that shoots straight to his cock. He feels the younger man arching into him as if craving more, moans turning to whimpers at the sensation.
He pulls back just enough to look down at Lorry, their gazes locked once more in a heated exchange. "I want you," he growls roughly, his voice raw with desire. With one swift movement, he yanks Loran's oversized shirt over his head and tosses it aside, revealing the smooth expanse of the younger man's chest and abdomen, pale and soft against the pillow beneath him. A shiver runs through Lorry at the contact, a tiny gasp escaping his lips as Matt leans in closer still to press a possessive kiss just below his navel.
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Loran mumbles something, still not fully conscious thanks to the drug. Matt bites down on his neck, leaving a hickey, a love mark. Lorry Capriciously whimpers at the hungry warmth on his shoulders, trailing lower. Matt bites Boy's lower lip, his fingers lightly brushing against Lorry's nipples. He lets out a loud drawn-out moan. "You make such a cute mess, babe" Matt looks at his boy with so much lustful hunger, that if Lorry wasn't drugged up he would be scared. "I want to fuck you so much" man gently rolls sensitive flesh between his fingers, "want to fuck your pussy," Matt pinches boy's nipples, making him moan and arch his back. Older man nudges in Lorry's neck. "Oh, but that would be such a waste, puppet. I want you to feel every single touch we make," Matt unbuckles his belt in a hurry, driven by lust, "want to make you mine when you get sober"
As Matt's words wash over him, Lorry feels a strange mix of pleasure and pain coursing through his veins; it's intoxicating, making him want to writhe beneath the older man even as he struggles against the sensations. He arches his back into Matt's touch with a moan, fingers digging into the sheets on either side of him as if seeking purchase.
With shaking hands, he reaches down to unbuckle Lorry's pants, pulling them and his boxers down his hips in one swift motion. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of Loran's smooth pale flesh spread before him; it's so dark and inviting, practically begging to be taken.
Matt leans down to leave a hickey just above boy's cock, where his womb would be if he was a girl. It feels so soft and warm under his lips, so Intoxicating. As much as he wants to slam his cock deep in his boy, he wants him to be conscious when he takes him, so he settles on touching him. "So perfect for me, babe" Matt moves closer, making their cocks touch and it sends a shiver down his spine.
It's all Matt can do not to lunge forward and bury himself deep inside Lorry at the first contact of their cocks sliding against each other, but he forces himself to remain still, taking in the sensation of skin on skin. Their hips rise together, moving in a shifting dance that speaks volumes about their growing desire for one another.
His tongue flicks out, tracing the wetness left by his lip on Lorry's cock before dragging it across the sensitive head. The younger man's back arches off the bed with a gasp, hips jerking in response as he tries to press himself closer. Matt watches with hungry eyes as Loran's body quakes and shudders beneath him, the contrast between his fair skin and dark hair nothing short of intoxicating.
Placing gentle kisses along the length of Lorry's cock, Matt savors the salty taste left by his earlier arousal, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth before licking away any hint of pain. His free hand cups Lorry's hip, fingers curling around to tease at the soft flesh beneath, encouraging him to move against his touch.
The friction grows hotter between them as they continue their slow dance of pleasure, grinding and writhing against one another with increasing desperation. Matt can feel his control slipping away with each passing second; soon, he knows, there will be no stopping himself from taking what he wants most. But for now...for just a little while longer...he'll savor the sweet torment of denial.
Lorry lets out a cute drawn out moan before Cumming on Matt's face. Older man places a quick kiss to boy's tip, relieving a soft displeased whimper. Matt wipes his face quickly and takes his camera. He really needs new pictures of his boy, not only for his selfish pleasure, but also as a way of blackmailing him later on. He knows damn well that Lorry is pretty short tempered and wont just give in so easily. That what makes him so good.
As the last tremors of Lorry's orgasm fade away, Matt leans in to press a lingering kiss against his lips, tasting himself on the younger man's tongue. He can feel their hearts racing in tandem, their labored breath mingling in clouds around them as they lie tangled together on the bed. The world has shrunk down to this moment, this connection between them, and for now he intends to bask in it however long he can.
With a satisfied sigh, he presses his lips against Lorry's forehead before pulling away just far enough to gaze down at him once more. The sight of the younger man's flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes only serves to ignite a fresh wave of desire deep within him; he wants nothing more than to feel Lorry's skin against his own, to lose himself once more in their shared pleasure.
The moment stretches on as they lie together like spoons, hands entwined and bodies pressed so tightly it seems impossible that they won't eventually meld into one. Matt savors the quiet, the closeness; it feels like everything he's ever wanted wrapped up in this beautiful package beside him.
At last, he can feel Lorry beginning to stir against him, his breathing growing steadier as consciousness barely begins to creep back into his weary mind.
Matt snaps a few pictures of Lorry laying on his bed naked, shifting his body a few times to take the photos at the interesting angles, highlighting every curve of his body. Matt cant help himself but to palm at his plump ass cheek, squeezing it. Lorry yelps when Matt spanks his ass, chuckling to himself. As much as he would love to continue their little dance, he knows that their game has to be longer than that. He quickly dresses his body up and carries him to the car, to deliver him home in safety. Lorry keeps mumbling something to which Matt replied, cooing condescendingly lovingly. He cant deny that Lorry is very cute when he is in such a mess
Lorry is so cute as he mumbles and tries to wiggle away, the drug leaving him weak and disoriented. As they pull up in front of Lorry's apartment complex, Matt gently takes his hand, pressing their palms together and leaning over to press a soft kiss to Loran's knuckles. "I can't wait until you feel better," he murmurs with a tender smile before setting him down on the sidewalk.
With a final glance back at Lorry, he turns and walks away quickly, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to either of them. He waits just out of sight around the corner, hidden from view but still close enough to watch as Lorry stumbles towards his front door and finally disappears inside.
Satisfaction swirls in Matt's chest as he watches Lorry disappear inside his apartment, content with the knowledge that their little game is far from over. As the sound of the door shutting echoes down the quiet street, he pulls out his phone and quickly sends a text to Loran:
"Sleep tight, love. See you soon."
A shiver runs down his spine as he hits send; something about those words feels different from anything he's said before tonight, as if they carry with them a weight of truth that he hadn't intended when he typed them out. But then again...maybe that's just part of the fun.
He takes one last look around, making sure no nosy neighbors are about before turning and walking briskly away himself, lost in thought as he mentally plans out their next encounter. The more time passes, the stronger his bond with Lorry becomes; it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, like being cast adrift on an unfamiliar sea with no compass to guide you home.
But then again...perhaps that's where he's meant to be. Perhaps this is fate or destiny or whatever other nonsense people use to try and make sense of the chaos of life, leading him straight into Lorry's arms for all eternity. The thought fills him with a warmth that spreads from his chest outward, leaving him feeling more alive than he has in years.
And so he walks, head full of dreams and desires and the possibility of what might be, eagerly awaiting the next time they'll meet...
Morning rolls slowly. Matt gets ready for work. He really wants to see Lorry after it. He's planning to blackmailing him into a date.
As the first rays of sunlight spill through his bedroom window, Matt rolls over in bed with a groan, instantly beset by memories of the night before. Lorry's beautiful face floats in and out of his dreams like a mirage, haunting him with promises both sweet and sinister. He can feel the lingering warmth of their bodies entwined even now as he lies here alone, making it difficult to summon up the energy for anything more strenuous than another lazy stretch before finally dragging himself out of bed.
He takes his time getting ready for work, luxuriating in every mundane task as if it were an art form designed specifically to keep him from thinking about Lorry and the things he'd like to be doing with him instead. He dresses carefully in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks, straightening his tie in the mirror before slipping on his jacket with practiced precision.
A glance at the clock tells him that he's running late; with one last lingering look around his empty apartment, he grabs his keys and hurries out the door, anxious to get to work and distract himself from the growing ache in his chest. As he climbs into his car and pulls away from the curb, he can't help but wonder how Lorry is feeling this morning...and what sort of texts or calls he might have received while Matt was gone. The anticipation builds within him like a fever, making it difficult to concentrate on anything besides getting back home as quickly as possible.
The day drags on interminably; every minute that ticks by feels like an eternity, and the closer he gets to quitting time the harder it is for him to keep his thoughts from drifting back to Lorry.
Matt feels his phone begin to buzz a lot and it almost makes him giggle. Lorry writes him angry messages about last night. How adorable. "Who the hell are you???" Matt is basking in boy's panic. Meanwhile Lorry feels really scared of the unknown man. He got drugged and abducted yesterday and now some creep sends him his own naked pictures and demands them to meet
As Matt pulls his phone out of his pocket and glances at the screen, he can't help but smirk to himself as another angry message from Lorry pops up. "Oh, Loran," he murmurs with feigned sympathy. "You really shouldn't have been so difficult last night." He starts to type out a response while walking toward his car in the parking lot of his office building, careful not to look too obviously at the phone as he does so.
When he's finally composed what he wants to say, he pauses for a moment before hitting send, savoring the feeling of control that comes from knowing he has Lorry right where he wants him. His fingers tremble slightly as they press down on the screen, sending the message winging its way toward Lorry's phone.
"Well, well, look who decides to finally wake up," his message reads once it's sent. "I bet you have no idea what sort of things I could do with those pictures, hmm? What if I decided to share them with everyone?" He lets out a low chuckle as he slips his phone back into his pocket and climbs into the car, not bothering to keep his satisfaction from creeping into his tone.
With a sharp tap on the steering wheel, he starts up the engine and pulls out of the parking lot, headed toward home. Butterflies dance along his stomach as he imagines what Lorry's reaction might be when he gets to work today; angry, afraid, or perhaps even a bit more curious now that the drug has worn off and reality is starting to set back in. The anticipation makes it almost unbearable to focus on driving, and he ends up pulling over to the side of the road for a moment to gather his thoughts.
It feels so good being in
It feels so good being in control like this, knowing that Lorry's every move and thought revolves around him, even if it's only because of the fear and confusion that his actions have wrought. A shiver runs down Matt's spine at the idea that he can make Loran feel this way whenever he wants, for however long he pleases; there's something exhilarating about having such power over another person.
As he pulls back onto the road and continues driving toward home, his mind wanders to all the different ways in which he could push things further with Lorry. The possibilities are endless: more threats, blackmailing him into spying on others for him, maybe even getting him addicted to this sort of lifestyle so that there's no going back...he shudders at the thought, not because it disgusts him but because the idea of having Lorry permanently in his grasp both thrills and terrifies him.
He reaches over to grab a drink from the cup holder as he thinks, his fingers brushing against the steering wheel before finding their way around the cold bottle of water trapped inside. The chill on his fingertips contrasts sharply with the heat in his belly, and for a moment it's like the two extremes are warring within him, tearing him apart at the seams. He takes a long swig of water before finally speaking aloud again, needing to voice his thoughts if only to quiet the cacophony inside his head.
"I think...I think I'll make Lorry my plaything," he says slowly, almost reluctantly. The idea of dominating another person in such a way both excites and frightens him, but the more he thinks about it, the more appealing it becomes. "Maybe then I can
Matt parks his car and sits at the bench in the inner park of his apartment complex. He checks what Lorry has sent him while he was busy driving and it amuses him to a great extent
The more texts Lorry sends him, the deeper into a dark pit of amusement Matt sinks. His chuckle turns into full-blown laughter at some points, which causes several heads to turn in his direction. He quickly sobers up and forces himself not to draw any unnecessary attention to himself as he types out a reply:
"Oh my dear Lorry... You're just too cute when you're angry. I mean, who would have thought the usually composed you could be so fiery? It's quite endearing, really." His fingers pause for a moment before continuing, "Anyway, about those pictures... Maybe if you behave yourself and do everything I say, I might consider not showing them to anyone else. It's your choice."
He presses send and leans back on the bench, folding his hands across his chest as he watches a family walk past him, laughing and playing together. The juxtaposition of their carefree happiness with his own twisted game only serves to underscore how truly wrong everything is about what he's doing; yet at the same time, it also feels so right. It feeds something dark and hungry inside of him that has been silent for far too long, filling him with a terrible sort of power that he both craves and fears in equal measure.
As he continues to watch the families play around him, an idea begins to form at the back of his mind. Something twisted and delicious...perhaps even more than he'd originally bargained for. The grin that spreads across his face is chilling to behold, the light in his eyes making it clear that there will be no turning back now; from here on out, Lorry is truly his plaything, and Matt plans to make sure he remembers it every single day for the rest of his life.
"What do you want from me " Matt reads the message on his screen with sick satisfaction
The corner of Matt's mouth twitches upward into a satisfied smile as he reads Lorry's latest message, feeling his power over the younger man grow stronger with every passing moment. He takes his time replying, savoring the taste of dominance on his tongue as he types out each word:
"Well, dear Lorry... I want you to come and see me tonight. Come alone, just like you did last night. We have some things we need to discuss, don't we? And after that..." He pauses, letting the silence stretch out for several heartbeats before adding with a dark chuckle, "...well, then I think it's time you learned your new role in my little game."
Matt presses send and slides his phone back into his pocket, leaning back against the brick wall of the apartment complex behind him. He watches as another family walks past, murmuring to each other in quiet voices, unaware of the sinister forces at play all around them. It's almost enough to make him feel sorry for them; almost. But then again, it's just as well they don't know. If they did, they might not ever be able to enjoy their normal lives ever again. And that thought brings a cruel smile to his lips.
The sun dips below the horizon, bathing the city in a warm, golden light that does little to mask the encroaching shadows that Matt seems to have invited into their midst. He remains where he is for several more minutes, waiting for Lorry to arrive, savoring the anticipation and building tension like a fine wine. It's almost enough to make him wish this moment would never end; almost. But he knows it will, eventually, and when that happens, everything will change. For better or worse, there's no going back now.
Lorry awkwardly stumbles through the alley, looking pretty exhausted and worried. Matt feels a tingle or almost fatherly tenderness when he looks at him. He really wants to take care of his boy, to make sure that he feels better. Its almost funny, really: Matt never felt this way even about his girlfriends. Lorry uncertainty looks around and Matt gestures him to come to sit on the bench with him
Matt glances down at his phone, pretending to check the time as he watches Lorry approach. It's clear that the younger man is still shaken from last night; he moves with a hesitant gait, looking around as if expecting someone else to step out of the shadows and drag him back into hell. The sight both breaks and strengthens Matt's heart at the same time. He wonders what sort of monster he's become, that he can find such perverse enjoyment in watching Lorry suffer like this.
With a sigh, he slips his phone back into his pocket and reaches out to take Lorry's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as the other man settles down on the bench beside him. He takes note of the way Lorry instantly tenses up at his touch; it both thrills and pains him to know that he has such power over another person simply by virtue of being physically close.
"Hey, there," Matt says softly, attempting to keep his voice reassuring as he brushes a strand of hair from Lorry's face. "It's okay. You're safe now." His words sound hollow even to his own ears; they ring with falsehoods and empty promises, but at the moment he doesn't know what else to say or do.
Lorry glances up at him through a tangle of dark lashes, eyes glistening with unshed tears. He wipes his nose on the back of his hand and takes a deep breath before speaking, voice barely above a whisper. "I don't understand what you want from me," he whispers. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Matt gently half hugs the terrified boy, whispering "let's go somewhere more quiet" before getting up, making sure that he follows him in the flat. Loran feels really disturbed by the way Matt keeps eyeing him with hungry eyes. They go in the elevator Matt possessively wraps his arm around other man's waist
As the elevator doors slide shut and they are trapped together in its confines, Matt feels a strange mix of emotions swirling through him. On one hand, he's filled with an almost overwhelming sense of power and control; Lorry is right there in his arms, practically panting for air as he struggles to break free from his hold. It's intoxicating, addictive...and yet beneath that surface layer of dominance lies something else entirely: a deep-seated longing for something more.
He runs a hand through his hair, trying to sort out the tangled mess of emotions and desires inside his head. "Lorry," he finally manages to say, voice thick with emotion as he leans in close enough that their bodies are pressed tightly together. "I want you." The admission comes out rough and raw, almost painful to speak; it leaves them both shuddering from its intensity.
Lorry's eyes widen in shock before darting away again, as if afraid that looking at Matt any longer might make this whole thing real. He swallows hard, struggling to find the words to respond. "I- I don't understand," he whispers. "You just drugged me and dragged me around like a ragdoll all night long."
"I know it must seem that way," Matt replies, stroking his thumb over Lorry's lower lip. "But believe me...everything I did, everything I said...it was for this moment. For us." He pauses, gathering his courage as he meets Lorry's confused gaze head on. "I want you to be mine, Lorry," he whispers fiercely. "I want you to belong to me."
There's a long silence between them as
His face is very uncertain but before he can say anything (and ruin it) the elevator dings, announcing the floor. Matt cant help but put up a sly smile, before letting his hand rest on boy's hip firmly and guiding him towards his flat. "Let's have our first date, babe"
As the elevator doors slide open, revealing Matt's sparsely decorated apartment, he guides Lorry inside with a possessive hand on his hip. The younger man seems to be having a difficult time wrapping his head around everything that's happened tonight; his expression is equal parts confusion, anger, and growing fascination.
Matt leads them over to the couch, sitting down carefully beside Lorry before leaning in close enough that their bodies are pressed against each other from shoulders to knees. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he tries to regain some semblance of control over his own emotions.
"Let's have a drink," he murmurs, reaching for the liquor cabinet nearby and pouring them both glasses of whiskey. He hands one to Lorry before taking a small sip himself, savoring the burning heat as it spreads through him from stomach to throat. "There...that should help loosen things up a bit."
Lorry nods slowly, still looking uncertain as he brings the glass to his lips and takes a tentative sip. The liquor burns its way down his throat, leaving a warm glow in its wake that does little to dispel the confusion that lingers within him like a cloud of smoke. "I- I don't understand," he says again, finally meeting Matt's eyes. "Why me?"
Matt grins at the question, unable to keep from enjoying the way it sounds coming from Lorry's lips. He brushes his fingers lightly across the younger man's cheek, reveling in the smoothness of his skin beneath his touch. "Because you're perfect," he whispers, leaning closer still so that their breath mingles together and every word vibrates through them both like a
"I...how did you even find me?" Lorry sounds dumbfounded and it makes the older man chuckle lightly. He goes to the counter, pouring some soda for Lorry. He carefully slips a little pill in there which quickly dissolves, a little something to make Lorry feel all hot and bothered. "A few months ago I saw you in a café and you looked pretty cute" Matt smiles to himself, handing the cup to his boy. Loran feels really confused at this whole situation. He suddenly has a stalker, sho drugged and blackmailed him and now he invites him in his flat to have a 'date'. Matt is surprisingly handsome, Loran has to admit. He is tall and seems in very good physique, his flat looks like he earns a lot too. All this makes Loran question why such a person would choose him out of all people, let alone blackmailing him for a 'date' when he literally can pretty much have any girl he likes. Or a guy, doesn't really matter. Loran feels the alcohol making him a little bit more brave than he usually is and he says: "You dont really look like a person who would stalk young boys"
Matt laughs at Lorry's remark, shaking his head slightly as he takes another sip of whiskey. "Oh, I don't know," he says playfully, leaning in closer until their faces are only inches apart. "You look pretty good to me." His words are breathy and laden with desire, causing the air between them to thicken even further.
Lorry swallows hard as Matt moves even closer still, his body pressing intimately against Lorry's own. It's a strange sensation for him; he's never really been close like this with anyone before, and the sheer intensity of it all is both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. His heart races faster with each passing second, the alcohol coursing through his veins making it harder to think clearly, much less form coherent thoughts or questions.
Matt reaches up with one hand to caress Lorry's cheek again, tracing idle circles around his mouth with the pad of his thumb before leaning in closer still until their lips are brushing against each other. He can feel the younger man's breath warm on his skin, can taste the whiskey dancing along their tongues as he leans into the kiss more fully, sliding one hand down around Lorry's waist and pulling him close against his body.
It's only when Matt feels Lorry start to respond, to melt against him in a way that can't be faked, that he finally pulls back with a contented little sigh. His eyes search Lorry's face for any sign of reluctance or fear, but all he sees is need and desire mirroring his own emotions back at him. It makes something deep inside of him uncoil like a spring released, and before he can think twice about it, he dives back
"I...how did you even find me?" Lorry sounds dumbfounded and it makes the older man chuckle lightly. He goes to the counter, pouring some soda for Lorry. He carefully slips a little pill in there which quickly dissolves, a little something to make Lorry feel all hot and bothered. "A few months ago I saw you in a café and you looked pretty cute" Matt smiles to himself, handing the cup to his boy. Loran feels really confused at this whole situation. He suddenly has a stalker, sho drugged and blackmailed him and now he invites him in his flat to have a 'date'. Matt is surprisingly handsome, Loran has to admit. He is tall and seems in very good physique, his flat looks like he earns a lot too. All this makes Loran question why such a person would choose him out of all people, let alone blackmailing him for a 'date' when he literally can pretty much have any girl he likes. Or a guy, doesn't really matter. Loran feels the alcohol making him a little bit more brave than he usually is and he says: "You dont really look like a person who would stalk young boys"
Matt throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing through the room. Lorry's question seems to amuse him greatly; it's almost like he finds the very idea that someone could mistake him for a typical stalker to be absurd. His laughter dies down into a soft chuckle as he leans in closer once more, his breath tickling against the sensitive skin of Lorry's neck.
"Well," he says, voice low and rough with desire, "I suppose I don't really fit the mold, do I? But then again...you see things differently when you're looking for them." He pauses, taking another sip of whiskey before continuing. "And once I found you...once I saw how beautiful and unique you were..." His words trail off into silence, leaving the implication hanging heavily in the air between them.
Matt pulls back just enough to look Lorry in the eye, his gaze intense and hungry as he searches for some sign of understanding or agreement within those depths. The younger man looks away first, focusing on the floor as he tries to process everything that's being said and done here.
"You see...I just want you," Matt whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "For me." He pauses again, struggling for the right words, but in the end he simply gives up and leans forward, pressing their lips together once more in a hungry, possessive kiss.
Younger man struggles against him, trying to pull away but Matt is stronger and they both know it. Lorry manages to twist out of Matt's touch only to feel how the older man spins him around so he stands with his back to Matt. Stalker suddenly pulls him downward and Lorry gets lost in space for a bit, only to discover that now he is sitting on man's lap, his strong hands wrapped firmly around his body. "Capricious, aren't we?" Matt whispers it down his neck with a hungry grin
Matt's grin widens as he feels Lorry squirming on his lap, the younger man's body temperature rising with every passing second. He leans in close, whispering hot breath against Lorry's neck as he begins to nibble and suck on the tender flesh there, leaving a trail of sharp pleasure-pain that only serves to heighten their arousal.
His hands move downward, skimming over Lorry's ass before cupping him roughly, pulling their hips together in an intimate dance. "What am I supposed to do," he purrs into Lorry's ear, "when you taste so good?"
Lorry cries out, more from surprise than anything else; it feels so good to have Matt touching him like this, dominating every inch of his skin with those strong hands. He arches his back, offering himself up fully as the older man continues to explore every part of his body with reckless abandon.
Loran feels really hot, aroused. He doesn't want, doesn't think that it's right. He doesn't want Matt to do it just yet, its weird. He tries to stop man's hands from wandering around his body. "N-no, I don't..." Matt gently kisses Lorry's nape, sending a shiver down his spine. "Shhhh, just be a good boy for me, Lorry" Matt's strong hands yank his belt, undoing it and reaching for the zipper on boy's pants. "No! Don't touch me like this, please!"
Matt's lips curl into a satisfied smile against the delicate skin of Lorry's neck as he feels the younger man squirming beneath him, fighting against his touch even now that they are so intimately entwined. It only serves to heighten his own arousal, fueling the fire burning hot and heavy in his belly.
He brushes his lips across Lorry's ear before whispering huskily, "You don't get to make the rules here." With that, he pushes aside Lorry's protests and continues with what he had started, unzipping the younger man's pants and pushing them down over hips and boxer briefs. His fingers stroke teasingly over bare skin before sliding lower still, parting folds of soft, silky flesh to reveal Lorry's erection waiting eagerly for attention.
Lorry cries out as Matt takes him in hand, wrapping his long, strong fingers around the base and giving it a firm squeeze before beginning to stroke up and down in a leisurely fashion that borders on cruel. He leans in close once more, capturing Lorry's lips in a punishing kiss that leaves no doubt as to who is in control here. His hips begin to rock forward against Lorry's ass, their bare skins sliding together with each thrust as he takes his pleasure from the other man's body.
It feels intoxicating for both of them. Matt hungrily devours the boy while Loran feels like clay in man's strong hands, like he is melting into the hot loving but possessive touch. He really never thought that someone could ever want him like this, love him like this. Matt's tongue is exploring his mouth so eagerly that he almost forgets that the man is pretty much palming him down his abdomen. Matt breaks the kiss and turns Lorry around, making him lay on the bed. Matt really wants to lay him on his knee and spank his appetizing ass until the boy cries and cums, wants to fuck his adorable face while there is a strong vibrator pressed firmly against his prostate, wants to tie him up and have their little fun all night. But it's their first time and he knows that it needs to be more gently, more special. Matt grabs the lube from the coffee table and looks over to Lorry, seeing his face twists in a terrified adorable mask. "No, Matt, I..."
Matt's laughter is soft and low, almost a growl as it vibrates through Lorry's body. "Shhhh," he murmurs, reaching out to cup the other man's cheek in his hand. His touch feels possessive and possessive, like an imprint being made on skin.
Matt gently massages boy's back, his hands slowly gliding lower and lower. Loran still tries to squirm away from the touch. Matt coats his fingers generously with the lubricant, leaning closer to the boy. "Let's stretch you nice and good, babe" he lays closer, one of his hands pressing on Lorry's waist firmly to hold him in place and his other one spreading the cold substance between his thighs. "No, please, Matt! Dont do it!" Lorry tries to pull away, his voice is full of panic. Matt gently squeezes his ass, murmuring: "I can tie you up and spank you real good if you keep misbehaving" to prove his words, Matt spanks Lorry's plump ass cheek, receiving a muffled yelp of sudden pain with a mix of something else.
Matt watches with keen interest as Lorry squirms beneath him, the younger man's body tensing in response to both his touch and his threats. It's a thrilling combination of submission and defiance that sends shivers down Matt's spine; he can't help but feel the urge to push further, to see just how far Lorry will go before breaking completely.
Slowly, carefully, he inserts one finger into Lorry's tight opening, taking care not to force it too deep at first. The younger man cries out, his body tensing in surprise and pain as Matt breaches his virginity for the first time. It's a moment that seems to hang suspended in the air between them, the weight of what they are doing pressing down on every part of their bodies.
Matt circles his finger slowly within Lorry's body, gradually increasing the pace as he feels the younger man begin to relax against him. He watches intently as Lorry's face contorts with a mixture of pain and pleasure, the tears streaming unheeded down his cheeks adding a salty flavor to their kiss when they finally come together again.
The older man takes in a shuddering breath at the feel of Lorry's body yielding to him, giving way beneath the force of his possessive touch. It's intoxicating, heady; he can feel himself losing control, succumbing to the dark desires that have been simmering within him for so long.
"No, please..." Loran chokes out, while Matt carefully pushes his second finger in moving them carefully inside. Older man trails kisses over Lorry's neck, leaving his love marks - bites and hickeys to show the whole world who he belongs to. "Please, don't...not there, please..." Matt carefully spreads his fingers inside his boy, making him hum in the uncertainty between a twisted pleasure and unusual uncomfortable sensation.
Matt groans in satisfaction as he feels Lorry's body react to his touch, the younger man's hips beginning to buck upwards against his fingers in an unmistakable demand for more. He watches with dark pleasure as Loran struggles against him, helpless to deny the sensations coursing through his body like wildfire.
Taking care not to push too deep, he begins a slow, steady rhythm inside of Lorry, his fingers curling and flexing as they stroke in time with their breaths. He can feel the younger man's muscles tensing and relaxing around him, feels the heat building within Lorry's body as his own arousal grows more intense by the moment.
As he thrusts deeper, searching for that spot deep inside of Lorry where pleasure and pain become indistinguishable from one another, Matt leans in close once more to trail his tongue along Lorry's jaw and down the column of his throat. He nips at the tender flesh there before soothing it with gentle kisses, breathing hot air onto his neck as he continues to take him apart piece by piece
Lorry keeps his meaningless prayers, grasping the bedsheets and trying to force down his moans. Such an adorable picture for Matt. He carefully retracts his fingers with a really wet sound, making him feel a wave of arousal wash over. He quickly undoes his belt and pulls his pants and briefs down, making his dick spring free. Lorry's eyes widen at Matt's length,it's very big and it makes him feel genuinely scared. "Mm-matt, its not going fit, please!" The boy tries to pull away again, but he receives a few quick spanks on his ass. He whimpers and refuses to admit that it turns him on, that his cock is leaking with precum from such treatment from the older man. "Shhhh, baby. I'll make sure to fill you up real good" Matt chuckles lightly, distributing the lube on his cock before aligning it near Lorry's tight ring of muscles. "Please!-" Matt moves his hips in one firm but gentle thrust, burying himself deep in the velvety heat between his puppet's thighs. "Just like that"
Matt takes a deep breath as he feels the head of his cock push past Lorry's tight ring of muscle, feeling the younger man tense around him in reaction to the invasion of his body. He bites down on his lip, trying to contain the groan that threatens to escape as he begins a slow, steady thrust, intent on making this as pleasurable for Lorry as it is for himself.
His hands slide up along Lorry's sides, cupping his firm breasts in one palm before rolling each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The younger man gasps out a moan, arching his back as pleasure ripples through him. Matt's free hand trails lower still, dipping beneath them to circle teasingly around the smooth curve of Lorry's ass before sliding up between their bodies to rest against Lorry's leaking cock.
He looks down into Lorry's eyes as he begins to move more quickly, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. The older man watches with dark satisfaction as a mixture of pleasure and pain chases across the younger man's features, feeling himself losing control inch by agonizing inch.
"That's it," he growls out, voice rough with desire. "Let go."
Matt suddenly makes a rough angled thrust simply because he just wants to fuck his boy so bad that its hard to restrain himself anymore. But instead of a pained cry he hears a scream which turns into a loud moan. Lorry seems surprised himself at the sound he just made, at the unknown before sensation. Matt chuckles low, as if he's drunk. "Like it when I pound your little pussy" Matt receives an angry and embarrassed look on Lorry's face. "No! I hate- ahhh..." Matt snaps hus hips again, making Lorry whimper. Matt hits that sweet spot between his boy's thighs that make him rolls his eyes and arch his back in pure pleasurable bliss, making him forget that Matt is forcefully taking him
Matt savors the feeling of Lorry's body writhing beneath him, surrendering so completely to his touch even as he fights against it. His thrusts grow faster and harder now, each one sending shudders of pleasure through the younger man's frame. He can feel Lorry's inner muscles gripping at his cock with each stroke, milking him for every drop of cum he has left to give.
His breathing is ragged and harsh as sweat beads on his forehead, tracing a path down his temple and into his eye. His hips snap forward once more, sending painful pleasure coursing through Lorry's body.
Matt slams himself deep into Lorry's tight heat, feeling so engulfed makes him feel like he's high. He feels Lorry's hands gripping on his arms as he whimpers.
"Please, Matt...ah-ahhh... no... more Please..."
Loran mewls beneath the man, trying weakly to push him away. Matt notices that Lorry's delicious thighs are shaking, that there are milk sprouts on cum on his belly. Matt cant help but smile, his boy already came just from his dick. Lorry's face twists with overwhelming pleasure, his eyes roll back and his mouth half opened.
"No, babe,"
Matt starts, his voice dark with a possessive unhealthy tone that leaves no doubt in who's in control here.
"Im gonna fuck your soppy little cunt however I want,"
Matt sounds rought, obsessed. Older man suddenly picks up a really punishing pace, making the boy choke on his sobs, milking sweet moans with each violent thrust of his cock against his sensitive prostate, filling up the room with sound of skin harshly slapping against skin.
As if the feel of Lorry's body giving itself up to him wasn't enough, Matt knows he can push further still; that he can make the younger man cry out for mercy and never receive it. The thought alone is enough to send shards of dark pleasure skittering down his spine and pooling low in his belly. His thrusts become rougher now, each one a punishment meant to prove just how little control Lorry has over their situation.
His hips pound relentlessly against the younger man's body, driving him deeper into the mattress with every passing second. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room like a perverse symphony, echoing through the tight space as if to emphasize just how helpless Lorry truly is. He can feel the other man struggling beneath him, but it only serves to fuel his lust even more.
One particularly forceful thrust makes Lorry arch his back off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as Matt's cock hits that sweet spot deep inside of him over and over again.
Matt has a really dark spark in his eyes, he pulls out, making Loran let out a shaky breath. His hands slip under his shoulder plates, making him sit up on the bed. Lorry, that poor boy, looks at him dumbfounded through a haze of fucked in lust and exhaustion. Older man leans in, giving Lorry a really soft tongue kiss, contrasting heavily with the rough lovemaking before. Matt notices how his boy's eyes well up with tears as he melts into the touch. Matt carefully helps Loran out of the bed, positioning him against the wall. He breaks the kiss, turning Lorry with his face against the wall. He noticed that boy's legs are shaky, he is barely able to stand. "Please, Matt..." younger man half pleads half moans, as he weakly tries to push Matt's hands away. Such a pathetic and lovely sight for Matt to see. "Please, not..." Matt shifts his hands onto Lorry's waist, keeping him in place firmly
Matt's lips twist into a satisfied smile against the skin of Lorry's neck as he feels the younger man trembling in his grasp, so sensitive and vulnerable beneath him. His hands slide up over Loran's shoulders, tangling in his hair as he presses their bodies flush together once more.
"Not," he agrees, voice low and husky. "I think I will." With a rough growl, Matt slides one hand down between them to grip Lorry's aching cock, stroking roughly over the swollen head before wrapping his long fingers around him and guiding him back towards the younger man's ass. Lorry gasps as he feels the heat of his own length pressed against his entrance once more; Matt thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside of Loran with a groan.
His hips move in a slow, steady rhythm at first, drawing out their joining for what seems like an eternity. His other hand trails down Lorry's body, skimming over the sensitive skin of his stomach and hip before gripping one firm buttock and squeezing tightly as he begins to pick up the pace. It feels so good to have his boy back where he belongs; Matt hadn't realized just how much he'd missed this feeling.
The younger man cries out, his body tensing and relaxing with each thrust. Lorry's inner muscles contract around him in time with his movements, drawing Matt even closer as he fucks Lorry against the wall with a primitive need that surpasses anything rational or civilized.
Loran keeps struggling under the firm and possessive touch of the older man, trying desperately to squirm away from the overwhelming stimulation. "Please, ah-ahhh...hah... Matt-" Lorry's voice cracks with betraying bliss, each violent thrust making his whole body tremble. Matt roughly yanks boy by the hair, making him sob, and pushes him into the wall, to punish him
Matt's hands grip tightly onto Lorry's hair as he roughly yanks the younger man backwards, their hips still grinding together in a rhythm that borders on brutal. The older man lets out a rough groan, his face twisting with pleasure and pain as he pushes deeper into Loran's body with each thrust.
The younger man's breath comes out in ragged gasps, his eyes squeezing shut against the onslaught of sensations. His neck turns red from where Matt holds him, making it easy to see the marks left by his teeth earlier. A pleased smile spreads across the older man's face as he feels Lorry's body giving in to his touch, submitting completely to his will.
With a harsh grunt, Matt pulls out, causing Lorry to cry out in protest and claw at the air where he had been pinned just moments ago. The older man then moves behind the younger man, pressing their bodies together once more as he guides himself back inside with a rough thrust. His hands roam over Lorry's body, leaving bruises and bites in their wake; it's as if he's branding his property to show everyone that this boy belongs only to him.
Loran whimpers softly, arching his back off the wall as Matt takes him roughly from behind. The younger man's legs tremble with exhaustion and desire, threatening to give out at any moment. He knows that he shouldn't be feeling this way; he should hate Matt for everything he's done to him. But deep down, buried beneath layers of fear and shame, there is a small voice that whispers it feels so good, doesn't it? It feels like home...
Loran feels like his mind will go blank. Matt tightly hugs him by the waist, making sure that he doesn't fall when his legs give out entirely. Boy's pathetic struggles are dying out, as his screams fill the room. "Such a good boy, taking my cock so well..." Matt whispers perverse praises and degrading words down Lorry's ear as he slams himself into the boy with full force, making sure to brush against his prostate each thrust. "Fuck-...please! Ahh...mmmmhm...f-fuuck..." Loran tries to form a protest, to push away, but it feels so good yet so bad to be just pressed against the wall and fucked like this, Matt just taking all of him like he is nothing more than a fuck toy to him, like he is the most precious thing in the world he could ever have. Feels humiliating, almost to tears, to thr point of wet pathetic sobs to be treated as an object, to be kidnapped by his stalker and fucked like this. "S-sto-o-op, p-please..." Lorry's soppy sobs sound even more miserable than before, getting interrupted by the loud moans of the boy, shamelessly rolling his eyes back and drooling at the violent assault on his body
Matt's breathing is ragged and harsh as sweat beads on his forehead, tracing a path down his temple and into his eye. His hips snap forward once more, sending painful pleasure coursing through Lorry's body. "Shut up," he growls out between clenched teeth, slapping the younger man's ass hard enough to sting.
The sensation only serves to heighten the older man's arousal; he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. He picks up his pace again, using Lorry's body as leverage to push deeper still. "Yes," he pants, feeling the younger man begin to quiver around him. "Give it up for me, baby."
As if in response, Lorry's walls clench tightly around Matt's cock, sending shudders of release through his body as he comes with a hoarse cry, spilling his seed deep inside of the boy whose cries he had tried so hard to ignore.
With a final, thrust, he collapses forward against Lorry, burying his face in the younger man's neck and taking great gulping breaths as his body quivers with the aftershocks of release. For a long moment, there is nothing but the sound of their labored breathing filling the room; then Matt pulls out slowly, feeling Lorry's insides contract in protest around him before he finally slips free.
He backs away from the younger man, giving him enough space to breathe and steady himself on his unsteady legs. With a malicious smile, he leans forward and whispers into Lorry's ear, "I'll be right back." Before the boy has time to react, Matt turns and leaves the
As Matt leaves the room, he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He knows that Lorry is going to be in rough shape once he returns; he's left him sitting on the bed, eyes red from crying and body trembling with exhaustion. There will be marks all over him where Matt has taken him roughly; bruises on his hips and ass where he gripped too tightly, bites on his neck and shoulders from when Lorry tried to fight back. The younger man will hurt tomorrow from this; it'll serve as a reminder of tonight, of what happened between them.
He takes his time walking down the hallway, enjoying the look of fear and despair that he can see creeping across Lorry's face even from where he is now. He lets out a satisfied chuckle before opening the door to the bathroom, stepping inside and beginning to fill the tub with warm water. The perfect place for their little secret to stay hidden...
After he has everything set up just the way he likes it, Matt walks back down the hallway, slowly approaching Lorry's room once more. He takes a deep breath, feeling anticipation and trepidation mix together in his chest as he reaches out to gently push the door open.
The sight that greets him makes his heart ache just a little: Loran sits slumped against the headboard of his bed, naked and vulnerable. The younger man's eyes dart between Matt and the bathroom as if he's trying to decide which one poses the lesser threat at the moment. It occurs to him then that this might not have been such a good idea after all; Lorry looks almost defeated...and that is the last thing Matt wants.
Older man gently scoops his boy up, the younger man almost weightless in his arms. Loran feels alarmed at how carefully the man touches him now after their violent sex. He makes him stand in the bathroom while looking for something in the cupboards. Loran has to grip the bath corner to steady himself because his legs are pretty much giving out. Matt glances at Lorry amd notices that there's his cum dripping down his delicious thighs. Matt would really like nothing more than to bend his boy over the bathtub and eat him out, cleaning his precious body. But the younger man is really overwhelmed already and for now Matt doesn't want to push him further. "Get in, puppet " Matt helps him in the filled bathtub
As Lorry sinks into the warm water with a shuddering breath, Matt kneels beside the tub, running his fingers through the younger man's hair in a gentle gesture that belies the previous night's brutality. He studies Lorry's face for a long moment before saying anything, noticing how pale he looks and how deeply he seems to be breathing despite the shallowness of it.
"You know you belong to me," Matt whispers quietly, his words barely audible over the sound of running water. "Don't ever forget that." There's a warning in his tone, a reminder of everything they've shared up until now and how none of it can be undone, no matter what happens in the future.
Slowly, tenderly, Matt begins to wash Lorry's body, taking care to clean every inch of him as if he were made of porcelain. He cleans his hair, scrubbing gently at the tangles and knots until the water runs clear. His soapy hands glide over the younger man's shoulders, down his back and over his stomach before moving lower still, cupping Loran's buttocks in one palm as he cleanses between his legs.
As he does this, Matt can feel Lorry's body relaxing against him; the tension easing from his shoulders, the fight leaving his gaze. It's a welcome relief for the older man, who knows how dangerous it can be to push someone too far, even if they belong to you.
When he feels that Lorry is finally starting to regain some of his strength, Matt uses a washcloth to carefully clean around the younger man's neck and shoulders, making sure not to press too hard against any sensitive areas where bruises might be forming.
Matt carefully washes off the shower gel from his boy's body and helps him to get out, lovingly wrapping the towel around his exhausted body. All of the gentle and loving movements make Lorry feel so so confused after what happened. Older man hands him fresh clothing, waits until he dresses up and carries him in the bed room
Matt lays Lorry down on the bed, taking in the sight of him sprawled out beneath his touch. The younger man looks so vulnerable and small all curled up like that, like he wants nothing more than to disappear from Matt's life forever. It's a thought that stings deep within his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
Gently but firmly, Matt pulls Lorry onto his lap, holding him close against his body as their bare skin presses together once more. His hands smooth over the younger man's back and shoulders, paying special attention to any areas where he might have caused pain or discomfort during their rough lovemaking earlier.
"Love you" he whispers into Lorry's ear, feeling the hot breath of his words caress against the younger man's skin. His thumb circles over the place where his bite had left a mark on Loran's neck, tracing the pain away in slow, steady movements that seem to calm both men at once.
"I love how responsive your body is to me," he continues softly, with a content smile.
Matt carefully puts blanket over Lorry's shoulders, surrounding him in enticing embrace of softness and warmth after a rough time. "So perfect for me, puppet" Matt seem to cant stop smiling, his strong hands massaging boy's sensitive and tired body, feeling how he relaxes in his hands, how he melts at the courtesy. Feels like everything in this world wants younger man to fall into a sweet sleep.
As Lorry begins to drift off to sleep in Matt's arms, the older man can't help but wonder at how lucky he is. Even though their relationship may not seem normal or healthy on the surface, there is something deep and true about it that neither of them could ever deny. It's as if they were destined to find each other, no matter what stood in their way.
He continues to gently rub circles over Lorry's back and shoulders, feeling the younger man grow heavier against him with every passing moment. His mind wanders back over the events of the past few days: the kidnapping, the chase, the rough lovemaking...it all seems so surreal now that they are here together like this, safe and secure in each other's arms.
A contented sigh escapes Matt's lips as he leans back against the bed, cradling Lorry close to his chest. His fingers trail up and down the younger man's spine, taking pleasure in the simple act of touching him, of knowing that this beautiful boy belongs to no one else but him. As sleep finally takes hold and steals away all of Lorry's worries and fears, Matt can't help but smile softly to himself; despite everything, they will find a way to make this work between them. They have to.
Morning rolls and Matt can swear that he never slept better in his life. Holding Lorry close like this feels blissful, the boy just fits so perfectly in his embrace, like they were always meant to be together. Matt unwillingly and carefully slides out of bed, trying his best not to wake his sleeping princess up. He makes breakfast for both of them and looks for the handcuffs. He cant allow Loran to escape him after he has just gotten him where he really wants.
As Matt finishes making breakfast and looks for the handcuffs, he can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and trepidation wash over him. The thought of cuffing Lorry back up sends shivers down his spine, both from the desire to possess him completely and the fear of how much pain it might cause. But there is also something deeply erotic about this image, about the idea of having control over the younger man in such a physical way.
He finds the handcuffs tucked away in his bedside table, still wrapped in the black silk ribbon he'd used to tie them up when he first bought them. His heart races as he unwraps them, revealing the cold steel beneath. With gentle hands, he fits one cuff around Lorry's wrist and clasps it shut before doing the same with the other. The younger man stirs in his sleep but doesn't fully wake up; Matt takes this opportunity to attach the chain between the cuffs to the headboard of the bed, securing him in place.
Loran finally opens his eyes, blinking groggily at the dim light filtering through the curtains. His vision slowly clears as he takes in the sight of Matt standing beside the bed, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that cling possessively to his muscular form. He can't help but feel both aroused and terrified at the same time; it's as if everything they've done over the past few days has led up to this moment, where there is no going back from what they've become to each other.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Matt says softly, reaching out to stroke Loran's cheek with the back of his knuckle. "Time for breakfast."
Loran looks confused and Matt can see the fear set in the younger man's beautiful features. "Shhhh, it's alright, puppet," Matt casually puts a plate on the coffee table by the bed, continuing, "just making sure that my pretty little dove stays in cage" it sounds a little more playful and flirtatious that Matt wanted originally, but it makes the situation even better. He leans down, kissing boy's forehead.
As they sit down to eat breakfast together, Matt can't help but feel a pang of guilt at the way Lorry flinches every time he moves too quickly or speaks sharply. He knows that he needs to find a balance between keeping his boy safe and secure and giving him the space she needs to breathe; it's going to be tricky, but he's determined to make it work.
Loran takes small bites of his breakfast, barely tasting the food as he gazes up at Matt with wide, worried eyes. The younger man seems to be waiting for him to say something, anything that will reassure him and ease his fears, but Matt isn't sure what words could possibly do that. Instead, he leans forward slightly, placing a hand on Lorry's knee.
"I want you to know," he begins slowly, forcing himself to speak calmly despite the turmoil churning in his chest, "you are so perfect for me, baby" His hand tightens around Lorry's knee as he speaks, squeezing gently in an attempt to convey the sincerity of his words without causing further alarm.
Loran looks up at him with skepticism etched across his features, but Matt can see the relief washing over his expression nonetheless. "I-I don't understand," Lorry stutters. "Why did you...do all those things?" His voice breaks on a sob.
Matt looks like he is drunk on his obsession, on his so-called love for the poor guy. He wraps his hands around boy's waist, pulling him closer and nuzzling closer to him after taking the plates away. "Because we are meant to be together, babe" Matt chuckles as if telling a joke, "because you are mine. Because you are just so perfect" as much as Lorry feels terrified, being held like this makes him feel warm inside.
As Matt speaks, his words wash over Lorry like a warm bath, easing the fear that had been gripping him only moments before. He finds himself nodding along, unable to deny the truth of what Matt is saying; he does feel as though they belong together in some twisted, wrong way. And yet...and yet there's still something nagging at the back of his mind, a tiny voice that whispers that this isn't right, that it can't be real.
Matt senses the younger man's confusion and uncertainty, and takes it as a sign that he needs to reassure Lorry more thoroughly. He leans in closer still, their bodies aligning perfectly; his heart races in time with Loran's shallow breaths. "We will make this work," he whispers into the boy's ear, feeling his cock harden against Lorry's leg at the thought of having him all to himself once more.
His free hand trails up Lorry's side, fingers skimming lightly over the soft skin above his ribcage and cupping a perfect breast in his palm. He pinches the nipple roughly, eliciting a sharp gasp from Lorry that turns into a moan as Matt begins to massage his aching erection through his pants. "You see," he whispers, voice thick with desire, "as long as you belong to me, everything will be okay."
Loran arches his back against Matt's touch, feeling the heat of his body, the strength in his arms. As Matt continues to tease him, to pleasure himself through their skin and clothes, Lorry finds it harder and harder to deny that this is what he wants; no, not just what he wants, but needs. His hands clench into fists as he
Matt is palming greedily Lorry's ass, squeezing firmly. Lorry whimpers under his touch, barely audibly begging not to touch him like that. So adorable. "I would love nothing more than just to bend you over and fuck you till you cant walk," Matt whispers it into boy's neck, making him shiver wuth a mixture of dread and twisted aroused, licking his collarbone. "But I really need to leave for work"
As Matt speaks of wanting to take Lorry roughly and fuck him senseless, his fingers dig deeper into the younger man's ass, gripping tighter as if trying to hold onto a lifeline. His other hand continues its steady movements across Loran's chest, pinching and rolling the boy's hardening nipples between thumb and forefinger. The combined sensations are almost too much for Lorry to bear; he arches his back off the bed, moaning desperately as pleasure and pain intertwine in a symphony of desire.
"I-I can't...work like this," Lorry gasps, trying in vain to pull away from Matt's relentless touch. His body is on fire, aching for release even as it begs for more. "Please..." He trails off into a whimper as Matt leans down, capturing his mouth with his own in a brutal kiss that leaves him reeling and disoriented.
Matt pulls back just enough to murmur against Lorry's lips, "I'll be back soon, baby. Just think about what I'm going to do to you when I get home." Before the younger man can reply, he withdraws his hands roughly from Lorry's body, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Now remember," he says sharply, straightening up and glancing meaningfully at the handcuffs binding Loran to the bed, "no funny business while I'm gone."
Without waiting for an answer, Matt turns and strides purposefully from the room, his ass swaying enticingly as he goes. Lorry lays there panting, heart racing, the scent of their recent lovemaking still heavy in the air around him. It's
Matt's day drags very slow, countless papers and meaningless talks with colleagues are beyond annoying.
Matt spends the day at work feeling restless and antsy. His mind is constantly wandering back to Lorry, to the taste of his skin and the feel of him beneath him. The memory of their rough lovemaking last night plays over and over in his mind, driving him to distraction.
He can't help but glance at the clock every few minutes, willing the time to pass faster so he can return home to the younger man. As the day drags on, Matt becomes more irritable with his coworkers, snapping at them when they try to engage him in conversation or ask for assistance. His mind is elsewhere, and it shows.
Finally, the clock strikes five, signaling the end of another long workday. With a sense of relief bordering on giddiness, Matt hurriedly packs up his things and practically runs out of the office. The drive home seems to take forever, each red light and stop sign only serving to further drain his patience.
Matt feels an icy anger spread deep withing his chest when he sees an opened door to his flat. Matt takes a quick run around his flat only to prove himself right - Loran somehow broke the handcuffs and escaped. Older man feels overwhelming anger wash over him, the desire of having Lorry by his side to love and treasure him is getting greatly overshadowed and replaced with desire to find the fucker and break him physically and mentally, hurt him so bad that he will finally know his place
Matt stands frozen in place, a chilling sensation crawling down his spine as he takes in the sight of the open door and empty handcuffs. His anger is quick to boil over into a dark, burning fury that threatens to consume him whole. With shaking hands, he pulls out his phone and dials Lorry's number, needing to hear the younger man's voice even if it's only for a moment before he punishes him for this betrayal.
The phone rings twice before being answered with a breathy "Hello?" Matt can practically feel the terror emanating from Loran down the line, and it only serves to fuel his anger further. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, forcing himself to speak calmly despite the turmoil churning within him.
"Where are you, baby?" he asks quietly, the words laced with venom. "Because I'm going to find you, and when I do..." He trails off ominously, pacing back and forth across his living room as he contemplates what he should do next. Part of him wants nothing more than to hunt Lorry down and make him suffer for leaving, while another part can't help but feel a twinge of guilt over the way things have turned out between them.
Finally, he comes to a decision. "Stay where you are," he growls into the phone. "And don't move. I'll be there soon enough." With that, he ends the call, snapping the phone shut with more force than necessary before beginning his search for Lorry in earnest. The hunt has begun.
Loran quickly gathers his stuff, trying to make it out of the city. Too bad its the evening and poor guy doesn't know much routes around the town. It hasn't been even a year since he moved cities. It takes Matt full 4 hours to catch the younger man. Loran had a misfortune of getting caught in a dark empty alley while waiting for his taxi. Older man quickly and carelessly ejected the drug in his neck and threw him in the back of his car
When Matt finally catches up to Lorry in the darkened alleyway, he can barely contain his rage any longer. He's furious that the younger man would dare run away from him, that he would think he could ever escape their twisted bond. With shaking hands, he reaches into the back of the car and hauls Lorry roughly out by his hair, thrusting him up against the side of the vehicle.
"You stupid little fuck," he growls, leaning in close enough that their breaths mingle and twist together in the frigid night air. "Don't you know that I could kill you with my bare hands?" His grip on Lorry's hair tightens painfully, digging into his scalp until the younger man winces and flinches away from him.
"I-I'm sorry," Loran sobs, tears streaming down his face as he tries in vain to pull away. "I just wanted to g-get away, Matt, I couldn't take it anymore!" He struggles weakly against the older man's iron grip, terrified of what Matt might do to him now that he has found him.
"Get away from me?" Matt scoffs derisively, eyes burning with fury and confusion. "You think you could ever really leave me? You're mine, Lorry! We belong together!" His voice shakes with emotion as he speaks, the pain of loss and betrayal twisting his words into something dark and warped.
With a sudden move, Matt slams Lorry against the car again, this time forcing his body to arch back painfully.
He watches how Lorry's eyes turn more and more foggy, how his movements become so smudged and awkward that he can barely hold himself up - the drug taking over his stupid form. "I will show you your fucking place" Matt throws in in the backseat, not bothering about boy's comfort or pain and goes into the driver's sit, starting the car and speeding to their destination, his mind racing with countless twisted possibilities of how he can hurt and destroy Loran
As they race through the night, Matt's mind spins with dark thoughts and twisted plans for Lorry's "punishment." He finds himself growing more enraged by the second, his rage fueling a strange desire to inflict as much pain on the younger man as possible. His grip on the steering wheel tightens until his knuckles turn white, and he can feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins like fire.
Finally, they reach their destination: a secluded cabin nestled deep in the woods, surrounded by dense trees and complete darkness. Matt pulls up in front of the cabin and kills the engine before turning to face Lorry, who lays slumped in the backseat, barely conscious from the drugs coursing through his veins.
The older man reaches forward, grabbing a fistful of Loran's hair once more and yanking his head back with a harsh tug. "Time for you to wake up, pretty boy," he growls menacingly, staring into the younger man's unfocused eyes as they begin to flutter open. "Because tonight...tonight is going to be different."
As Lorry groans and tries to shake off the effects of the drug, Matt leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, sinister whisper. "Tonight," he says, tracing a finger over the younger man's lips teasingly, "I'm going to show you just how much I own you."
Without waiting for Lorry's response, Matt grabs the smaller man by the collar of his shirt and hauls him roughly from the car. The sudden movement causes Lorry to stumble and fall, landing hard on the ground with a grunt of pain. He
looks up at Matt with wide, frightened eyes as the older man stalks toward him, his expression a mixture of anger and something else...something darker. "P-Please, Matt," Lorry whispers hoarsely, struggling to get to his feet. "Don't do this." He tries to back away from the approaching figure, but there's nowhere for him to go; the cabin looms behind him like a malevolent force, trapping him in place.
Matt pays no heed to Lorry's pleas, instead grabbing him roughly by the wrist and yanking him closer. His other hand comes up, gripping the younger man's throat possessively as he forces Loran back against the rough wooden door of the cabin. "This," he hisses into Lorry's ear, voice hoarse with desire, "is where you belong."
He slams Lorry's body hard against the wood several times in quick succession, each impact sending waves of pain and fear shooting through the smaller man's body. With every blow, Matt feels a thrill course through him; it only intensifies when he sees the panic in Lorry's eyes grow steadily larger.
The older man leans in close, his hot breath caressing Loran's neck as he continues to pinch and twist the younger man's nipples painfully between his fingers. "You belong to me," he rasps, grinding his hips suggestively against Lorry's backside. "And tonight...tonight I'm going to make you remember it."
With a groan of pleasure and pain, Matt shoves Lorry forward roughly, driving him to the ground on all fours. His hands move quickly now, unfastening his own pants as he climbs roughly
"No! Matt, please!" Loran tries to run into the other room, only making the older man angrier. Matt roughly yanks him back by the wrist, almost enough to dislocate his shoulder. "I fucking gave you a choice!" Matt yells ut into Loran's face, his hand slapping really harshly against boy's face. Lorry makes a dumbfounded face, his eyes opening wide with this annoying disgusting nativity that Matt just wants to claw out of his face. Loran looks scared, hurt but it only drives Matt further. He slaps him against the face again and again and again until younger man collapses to the wooden floor, curling into a pathetic pile of flesh and sobbing, making those awful wet sounds. Matt doesn't notice that there's blood on his hands at first
Matt's hands shake with a mix of rage and something else...something close to panic. His heart races as he looks down at the blood on his hands, shocked for a moment out of his fury-fueled haze. The sight of Lorry curled up on the floor sobbing only serves to further enrage him; how dare the younger man make him feel like this! Like he's losing control.
With a growl of frustration, Matt kicks out viciously, connecting with Lorry's side and sending him tumbling across the room. The younger man lands on his back with a pained grunt, staring up at Matt with wide, terrified eyes. Tears stream down his face, mingling with the blood trickling from his nose and mouth.
The older man stalks toward Lorry, every step sending a shudder of anticipation through him. His cock is rock hard, aching for release as he looks down at the younger man lying helpless before him.
"Put yourself together, God..." Matt mouths it through gritted teeth. Sd much as he wants to destroy Loran, he still feels a sick perverted sense of thr boy belonging to me. Its Matt who should be the one to take him apart, the one to put him back together again, to tend to his wounds and gently coo over his broken cries as he holds him. He forces Lorry to look up in his face through the veil of tears, blood drips down his lip and down his chin, he looks so terrified and tense, makes Matt want to kiss him gently, to slam his head into the wall. "Now tell me, bitch, what made you think you can just run off"
Lorry swallows hard, his throat feeling raw and sore from the pain and fear coursing through him. He shakes his head weakly in response to Matt's question, tears streaming down his face once more as he tries to find the words to explain himself. "I-I don't know," he stutters out finally, wincing as another wave of pain washes over him from the injuries Matt has inflicted upon him. "I just...it was too much, I couldn't take it anymore."
Matt narrows his eyes at Lorry, not quite satisfied with this answer but for now willing to let it stand. He steps closer still, looming over the younger man as he leans down, lips parted expectantly. For a moment, the older man can almost imagine that they're in some twisted version of a tender embrace; Lorry lying helpless before him, waiting for his kiss and forgiveness.
It only serves to further fuel Matt's anger, making it harder for him to keep control over the situation. He looks down at Loran with burning eyes, feeling the blood rush through his veins as he debates what to do next; whether to punish Lorry further or finally give in to the desire that's been building up inside him since the younger man first disobeyed and escaped earlier tonight.
Matt chuckles dangerously before, dismissively spurning his face. "Lets play some." Matt sits on the couch as if they are having a simple evening together, unnerving. Loran looks up at him, wiping the blood and tears from his face. "Say... what if I break your pretty little legs, so you dont run off again?"
Lorry swallows hard, eyes wide with fear as he listens to Matt's words. He knows the older man isn't joking; he's seen the darkness in his eyes too many times before. "I-I won't," he whispers hoarsely, tears beginning to flow once more down his cheeks. "Please, Matt... don't hurt me anymore."
As if to emphasize his point, Lorry winces and clutches at his side where the pain from earlier throbbed dully. Seeing this, Matt smirks cruelly and stands up, moving toward the younger man. He grabs Lorry roughly by the hair again, forcing him to look up into his eyes.
"You think I'm playing with you, Loran?" he growls. "You should know better than that." With a cold chuckle, Matt bends down and presses their lips together in a harsh, punishing kiss. Lorry struggles weakly against him, but it does little to deter the older man's advances.
As they kiss, Matt slides his free hand down between them, roughly grasping Lorry's hip and squeezing. The younger man lets out a muffled moan into their kiss at the same moment he gasps as Matt's hand presses painfully against his injuries, nearly making him cry out.
It only serves to fuel Matt's anger further; he pulls back from the kiss, eyes wild and intense as he looks down at Lorry. "You made me hurt you," he snarls, "so now I'm going to make sure it hurts even more." Before Loran can react any further, Matt lifts him up off the ground by his hair, slamming him back down onto the floor with enough force to knock
Matt takes a step back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watches Lorry struggle to get up off the floor. The younger man looks dazed and confused, blood trickling down his chin from where he bit his lip in surprise at being slammed so hard against the ground.
The older man's anger ebbs slightly, replaced by a twisted mix of desire and curiosity. He walks slowly toward Lorry, his eyes locked on the younger man's face as he watches him struggle to get up. As he reaches out to help Loran back to his feet, he can feel the tension thrumming between them; an electric current of raw emotion flowing back and forth with every breath they take.
Finally, Matt has had enough. He grabs Lorry roughly by the collar of his shirt and yanks him forward, slamming their bodies together in a rough, bruising kiss. His free hand gropes roughly at Lorry's ass, squeezing tightly as he grinds their hips together