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.
Matt has been stalking his pretty boy for a few months now. He saw Lorry 5 months ago in a coffee shop. At first he thought that Lorry was a little petite girl: 152 cm in height, long silky black hair, long lashes and freckles, a little bit of makeup. Lorry had a very frail physique, hidden under pretty oversized clothes. Only after a few seconds he noticed a prominent Adam's apple and after he heard his voice he understood that it's a guy. Something in this boy made Matt feel enticed, intrigued. That is how he started his stalking journey. He has been following Lorry home a few times already and today isn't any different. Younger man keeps glancing back occasionally at him, getting more and more alarmed. Really adorable in Matt's opinion.
Little Lorry... Matt thinks to himself as he matches his pace with the smaller figure ahead of him, careful not to appear too obvious in his pursuit. The rain is a welcome ally tonight; it makes it easier for him to stay just close enough without anyone noticing. He can't help but marvel at how perfectly feminine Lorry manages to look even from this distance - the soft curves, the long hair dancing about his face... It's almost like a dream.
As they turn down another street, heading toward Lorry's usual route home, Matt decides it's time to make himself known. "Hey there, pretty thing," he calls out smoothly, his voice low and warm in the rain-soaked air. He steps out of the shadows so that Lorry can see him clearly now, noticing the mixture of alarm and confusion on those adorable features.
"You've been following me..." Lorry breathes, clutching his jacket around himself as if it could offer some sort of protection against this strange man. The way he glances back over his shoulder makes Matt's heart race just a little faster. "Why?"
Matt chuckles softly, offering a small smile as reassurance. "Oh, I don't know," he says airily, feigning indifference despite the burning desire he feels for this beautiful creature right here and now. "I just found you... interesting, I suppose." He takes another step closer, unconsciously mirroring Lorry's posture; the way they are both hunched forward slightly against the rain, their hands wrapped around themselves for warmth.
"You shouldn't be out alone at night like this, Lorry," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "It's not safe." The concern in his tone feels genuine even to him, but there is also a hint of something else beneath it; possession perhaps? Dominance? He can feel himself being drawn closer with every word, almost as if they were tethered together by an invisible string.
Lorry swallows hard and takes another step back, the space between them suddenly felt far too small for comfort. "I-I'm fine," he stutters, looking up into Matt's eyes nervously. He can feel the pull of this stranger's gaze; it's almost as if he's being hypnotized.
Loran feels like his head is spinning when he realizes that the strange man knows his name. He, in fact, knows his neighborhood and probably his house. It makes the younger man feel paralyzed with fear, a nasty nauseous cold spreading in his chest.
Matt takes another step closer, his gaze never leaving Lorry's face as he watches the fear and confusion play across it like a stormy sea. He doesn't want to hurt him; quite the opposite in fact. The idea of taking care of this delicate creature, making sure nothing bad ever happens to him... it fills him with a warmth unlike anything he's ever felt before.
"I can make sure you're safe," he murmurs softly, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from Lorry's face. His touch is gentle but firm, sending shivers down the smaller man's spine. "Come with me, Lorry." The words are almost a plea; a prayer that this gorgeous creature will consent to become his, to be protected and cherished by him forever.
For a moment, it seems like Lorry might actually agree; his breath hitches and he takes another shaky step closer. Then, suddenly, fear wins out over curiosity or lust or whatever other emotion had been holding him there until now. He spins around and breaks into a run, bolting back down the street in the direction of home, never once looking back to see if Matt is following.
With a growl of frustration, Matt chases after his prey, long strides easily eating up the distance between them. "Lorry," he calls out desperately, "please, I'm not going to hurt you!" But the younger man only seems to get faster at this point; it's clear that fear has overtaken him completely now.
"Oh, for fuck's!-" Matt curses under his breath before quickening his pace and making a chase after the stupid boy. Each step he takes towards him bits away tge distance significantly. He can see the way Lorry's face twists with fear when he looks behind a few times. Matt finds it really cute. Maybe when he finally kidnaps him, he should teach him a good lesson. But that will be better. Matt is now within a hand reaches or the boy, enjoying how terrified he looks, how desperately he is panting, trying to get away
Matt knows he's getting closer with every step; he can feel the warmth of Lorry's body, the sweet scent of his fear tickling at his nostrils. His heart races faster as he imagines finally catching up to the beautiful creature and wrapping him up in his strong arms, making sure that nothing bad ever happens to him again.
With a final burst of energy, Matt lunges forward, reaching out and grasping Lorry by the upper arm, spinning him around to face him. Panting heavily from the exertion, he holds onto the smaller man tightly, staring into those wide, terrified eyes with an intensity that sends shivers down his spine. "You're mine now," he whispers roughly, his breath hot against Lorry's skin.
Lorry tries to pull away, tears streaming down his face as he pleads for mercy and begs to be set free. But Matt is stronger; it's obvious even in the brief struggle that follows. With a growl of frustration and desire, he tightens his grip on Lorry's arm, pressing their bodies together until they're both panting hard against each other.
"You can scream if you want," he says roughly, nuzzling Lorry's neck with his face. "Nobody's going to hear you out here anyway." And as he says it, something flickers in those bottomless pools of darkness that are Lorry's eyes... a hint of submission maybe? Or fear? Either way, Matt takes it as a sign that he's finally winning this game.
With one final pull, he manages to force the smaller man against a nearby wall, pinning him there with his body heat and his strength. Lorry whimpers pathetically as he feels himself being completely over
Matt leans down closer to boy's face. Lorra throws his head violently to the side, not wanting to have any physical contact with the man. It doesn't really stop Matt for that matter, only makes him feel more excited to take his boy away and mold him into the precious little puppet he loves. He gently kisses boy's cheek, going a little lower, brushing his lips against the exposed neck. "So rebellious..." Matt chuckles as he prepares a syringe with a drug in his hand
Matt carefully injects the drug into Lorry's neck, feeling the slight prick as the needle breaks skin. The boy flinches slightly, but doesn't make any further attempts to struggle against him. "There," he says soothingly, withdrawing the syringe and wiping away a bead of blood that has welled up on Lorry's pale skin. "That'll help you relax."
With his free hand, he reaches out to brush a lock of hair from his lover's face once more. He can feel the tension seeping out of Lorry's body as the drug takes effect; soon enough he'll be nice and pliant, ready for whatever Matt has in store for him next. His eyes begin to droop shut and his breathing slows, becoming deeper and more rhythmic.
With a satisfied smile playing on his lips, Matt leans forward until their faces are mere inches apart. "Now then," he whispers huskily, "what should we do with you?" The seductive tone of his voice is unmistakable even through the haze of drugs that cloud Lorry's thoughts. "Should I take you home and keep you safe... or shall I let someone else have a go at playing with my little doll?" He brushes his lips against Loran's ear, feeling the small shudder that runs through him at the intimate contact.
Lorry tries to mumble something unintelligible, but Matt can only make out one word clearly: "Yours." The way he says it, so soft and trusting despite everything that has happened... It's enough to send a thrill of possessiveness coursing through the stalker's veins.
"Good boy," he whispers, leaning in closer to press their lips
Loran feels his eyelids get more and more heavy, like a copper curtain over his consciousness. He wants to protest, wants to break free but he can only mumble something incoherent and hover in man's strong grip. He hates to admit but this stranger's voice is very soothing, almost hypnotic. "Let's take you home, babe" His movements become loving in their own twisted manner. The way the stalker massages and carreses his back make Lorry's clouded mind belive that those touches are genuinely loving. It doesn't take away his feeble attempts to struggle against the taller man tho. "You make such an adorable mess, puppet" he chuckles before scooping the boy up in his arms and carrying him to the parking lot. The man cant stop saying silly things in Lorry's ear. He coos while carrying him to his car, to bring him 'home', to 'keep him safe'
As Matt carries Lorry to his car, he can feel the younger man's warmth seeping through his clothes and filling him with a heat that has nothing to do with the chilly night air. He holds him close, cherishing every touch of skin on skin as if it were their first and last embrace. Even though Lorry is struggling weakly in his grip, it only serves to heighten Matt's arousal; he knows that this fight will eventually come to an end, and when it does... Well, he can hardly wait for that moment.
"There we go," he murmurs soothingly as they reach the car, lowering Lorry carefully into the passenger seat before climbing in after him. He takes a moment to buckle them both up, making sure that there's no chance of an accident now. Not with his precious cargo riding shotgun.
Once he's settled comfortably behind the wheel, Matt glances over at Lorry out of the corner of his eye. The boy is still fighting against the drug's effects, struggling to keep his eyes open as it sends him deeper and deeper into a drugged haze. It's almost... painful for Matt to watch; he wants nothing more than to hold Lorry close forever, to keep those beautiful eyes fixed on only him.
With a sigh, he turns the key in the ignition and pulls out of the parking lot. He doesn't bother with looking back over his shoulder this time; there's no one around anyway, and he knows that soon enough everything will be just as it should be: Lorry tucked safely away in his own little corner of the world, belonging to him and only him.
Matt opens up the door to the passengers seat, reaching for his beloved boy. Lorry flinches, his half conscious mind sees a big manly silhouette approach him. Matt's heart ache at this: he knows that Lorry's step father was never kind to him and used to beat him up. He wants to kill the fucker for this. Older man carefully picks Lorry up and carries him into his flat
As he carries Lorry into the flat, Matt does his best to keep him as comfortable as possible despite his struggle against unconsciousness. He can feel the younger man tense up whenever their skin brushes against each other, and it only serves to heighten his desire for this beautiful creature. The knowledge that soon enough he'll be able to explore every inch of Lorry's body sends a thrill coursing through him, making his heart race faster than ever before.
Once they reach the bedroom, Matt carefully lays Lorry down on the soft mattress, making sure that his head isn't too high or too low. The drug is starting to take effect now; Lorry's eyelids droop lazily and his breathing becomes deep and even. For a moment, he looks almost peaceful; as if he were at home in this stranger's arms.
Matt studies the younger man's features with a mix of longing and possession, feeling his chest tighten at the thought that soon enough this beautiful creature will be entirely his. He bends down close, brushing his lips against Lorry's once more before trailing soft kisses along his jaw and neck. "You are so perfect," he whispers hoarsely into Lorry's ear. "And you belong with me."
He leans back for a moment, taking in the sight of Lorry lying there in his bed, looking like an angel fallen from grace. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he reaches out to caress the boy's cheek with the pad of his thumb. "Soon enough," he murmurs reverently, "you'll forget what it was like to ever be apart from me."
With one last lingering touch, Matt climbs into bed beside Lorry, wrapping an arm around him
As much as Matt wants to claim Loran, to kiss his sweet spots and pound him into the mattress until he forgets his own name, he feels such tender longing for the boy, such genuine ans pure care that it overshadows his lust. He pulls the boy closer, hugging him tightly, breathing in his scent
As Lorry slowly drifts off to sleep in Matt's arms, his whole body relaxes into a comfortable, trusting curve against the larger man's chest. His breathing becomes deep and even, his features softening with each passing moment. It's hard for Matt not to feel a twinge of tenderness as he watches this beautiful creature surrender so completely to him, as if he were the only one who could ever make Lorry feel truly safe.
He strokes Lorry's hair gently, combing his fingers through the silky strands again and again, savoring the way they catch the light whenever he moves his hand. The scent of his shampoo mingles with the sweet fragrance of his skin, filling Matt's senses until it feels like they're the only two people in the world.
As Lorry slips further into sleep, Matt finds himself remembering their first encounter; how he saw him from across the coffee shop and just knew that he had to have him. It's been such a whirlwind since then, but now that they're finally here together... There's no doubt in his mind that this was meant to be.
He nuzzles Lorry's neck, kissing gentle puckered skin as he trails lower until he finds the boy's small, perfect ear. He breathes warm air against it, feeling a rush of possessive love course through him at the simple contact. Lorry shivers in his sleep, curling tighter against Matt's chest. For tonight, at least, this stalker has become the only thing that can make his precious doll feel truly safe and secure.
And as he watches over Lorry while they sleep, with the younger man nestled snugly in the crook of his arm, Matt knows
Matt can swear that he never slept better in his life. It feels so good under the covers with his precious boy, so warm and comfortable. Lorry still asleep, recovering from the drug Matt injected yesterday. The older man has to go to work today, unfortunately. It kills him to leave his beloved doll like this. He thinks what would be the best way to keep him here: should he use handcuffs, a colar, a rope?
As the sun streams in through the bedroom window, casting a warm golden light across Matt's face, he reluctantly rouses himself from his slumber. Despite the feeling of heaviness in his eyelids and the sweet weight of Lorry pressed against him, Matt forces himself to sit up, careful not to disturb his precious cargo. He takes a moment to survey the room, trying to decide on the best course of action for today; he can't stay home with Lorry forever, no matter how much he might want to.
The thought makes his chest ache with yearning, but he pushes it aside, focusing instead on the tasks at hand. He retrieves a set of handcuffs from the bedside table and carefully considers where to place them; directly beside Lorry's pillow is too obvious, but beneath the covers might not be enough to ensure that the younger man doesn't escape if he wakes up. Eventually, he decides to loop one cuff around the headboard and another around a nearby bedpost, leaving just enough slack for Lorry to move freely within the confines of the bed while still being effectively secured.
Next, Matt retrieves Lorry's cell phone from the nightstand and quickly searches through it, making sure that there aren't any missed calls or texts that could potentially alert someone to their whereabouts. He is leaning in closer to brush his lips against the younger man's cheek. "I have to go to work, baby," he whispers softly, careful not to wake him up entirely. "But don't worry; I won't be long."
With a final pat on Lorry's leg and another lingering glance around the room, Matt finally
Matt goes out of the room, making sure to open up the window and tuck Loran in before going. He makes himself breakfast and gets some coffee. He leaves a few water glasses and some breakfast on coffee table in Lorry's room
As the morning progresses and Matt finds himself growing more and more restless at work, his thoughts keep drifting back to Lorry lying all alone in his bed. He can't help but feel guilty about leaving him there; after all, it's not like he can protect him from whatever dangers might be lurking outside their door.
It doesn't help that each time he checks the clock on his phone, it seems like hours have passed since he last saw his precious boy. The ticking of the second hand feels more and more ominous with every passing moment, as if taunting him with the knowledge that time is running out.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, Matt decides that he'll risk going home early today. He wraps up his work as quickly and efficiently as possible, trying hard not to attract any attention from his co-workers or superiors. As soon as the clock strikes five, he practically bolts for the exit, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste to get out of there.
The walk home feels twice as long as it normally does, and each time Matt spots a suspicious-looking character lurking nearby, his heart leaps into his throat with fear. It isn't until he finally reaches the familiar stretch of sidewalk leading up to his building that he starts to feel even the slightest bit of relief. With a trembling hand, he unlocks the door and slips inside, hurrying down the hall toward Lorry's room.
As he rounds the corner, Matt sees Lorry lying there just as he left him; one arm flung over his eyes, the other curled beneath his head. The younger man stirs slightly at the sound of Matt's approach, but doesn't seem to wake up fully. "Lorry," Matt
Loran flinches away, his eyes focusing on the unfamiliar man. It's adorable, he looks like a caged dove, his eyes flattering in panic. He tries to rip his hand from the handcuffs.
"Shhhh,"
Matt coos, showing Loran his hands not to startled him. He knows that his boy is really confused now. "Who are you?" There is a solid raising panic in boy's voice. Matt wants to rule it out in the best way possible, but he really cant focus on anything but the way Lorry's face twists in fear in such a cute way that it makes it pull so so sweet in his pants. "Where am I?" Loran tries to free himself from the handcuffs but it doesn't really work. "I'm your boyfriend now, puppet" Matt grins, sitting on the bed, closer to Lorry. "Wha?..- I don't..." he frowns, before something blinks in his eye as he turns to the older man. "I remember! You're drugged me! You kidnapped me. What do you want from me?"
Matt laughs softly at Lorry's accusations, shaking his head with an indulgent smile. "Oh, Loran," he says gently, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from the younger man's face. "You're confused, I can see that." He leans in closer, his breath warm against Lorry's ear as he whispers, "I'm not going to hurt you, baby. I just want us to be together, okay?"
With a sigh, Matt settles back on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow so that he can better study Lorry's face. Despite the confusion and fear etched into every line and plane of his expression, there's something else there too: a glimmer of recognition; like Lorry remembers something important but just can't quite put his finger on it. It sends a thrill through Matt's entire body.
"Do you remember what we did together? The things I promised to make you feel?" he asks, searching the younger man's eyes for any sign of understanding. "I want to keep those promises, Loran; be with you and take care of you." He caresses Lorry's cheek, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. "Don't you want that too?"
As he waits for Lorry to respond, Matt can feel himself growing more and more aroused despite the awkward position he's in; it's as if just having Lorry so close, so helpless and vulnerable under his touch... It's driving him wild. But there's something else there too: a tenderness that he didn't expect to feel, not after all this time.
Maybe he should give Lorry some space; let him sort through his memories on his own.
Matt removes the handcuffs, pulling Lorry's onto his lap, hugging him from behind. "I want you to stay here with me. And I want you to understand that there are some rules we will have to follow. Alright, puppet?" Matt smiles into boy's neck, feeling how he tenses up under his touch and from his words. It's pretty cute.
As Matt hugs Lorry from behind and feels the younger man tense up beneath his touch, a wave of tenderness washes over him. Despite the rules they'll have to follow, despite everything that's happened... There's something deeply satisfying about having Lorry in his arms, trusting him to keep him safe.
He leans in close, pressing his lips against the delicate shell of Lorry's ear. "You belong with me," he whispers, the words so quiet and intimate that they feel like a caress. "And I'm going to make sure you never want to leave." With one hand, he cups Lorry's cheek, gently guiding his head back until their eyes meet.
It takes all of Matt's self-control not to give in to the desire that flares hot and urgent through him at the sight of those beautiful blue eyes staring up at him so trustingly. He feels like he could drown in Lorry's innocence, succumb to the need to claim him completely.
For now, though, he content himself with just looking; taking in every detail of Lorry's face: the smooth skin, the fluttering eyelashes, the soft pink lips parted ever so slightly in anticipation. It's almost too much to bear, this desire to explore every inch of Lorry's body, taste him and possess him completely.
He brushes his fingers through Lorry's hair, skimming across the delicate skin at the nape of his neck. "Do you understand?" he asks quietly, breath hot against Lorry's cheek. "That I want to keep you safe, make you happy... be with you forever?"
The question hangs in the air between them, thick and heavy with all the things that neither one
"I barely know you!" Loran tries to squirm away, making the older man feels slightly annoyed at the stubbornness of his boy. "I need you, babe. I want to claim you" he whispers it in his neck, brushing his nose against it in seductive tone. Lorry goes still for a second, trying to process what the man wants from him
Matt's eyes narrow slightly at Lorry's insistence that he barely knows him; there's a challenge in the younger man's voice, and Matt doesn't appreciate it. He pushes back gently, forcing Lorry to sit up straight on the bed so that their eyes meet again. "You don't need anyone else but me," he says calmly, even though his heart is hammering against his ribs in anger and frustration. "I'm not just some random guy off the street; I want you more than anything."
He leans in closer, close enough that Lorry can feel his breath feather across his lips. The younger man's eyes widen slightly at the intimacy of the gesture, and Matt takes it as a sign to continue. "I know what it feels like," he whispers hoarsely, "to want something so badly that nothing else matters."
He studies Lorry's face for any sign of understanding or agreement before reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. The skin is so soft beneath his fingers; he wants nothing more than to bury himself in it, lose himself in the feel of Lorry's body against his own. "I want you," Matt says roughly, "to be mine."
He waits for Lorry to reply, his heart pounding against his ribs as he wonders if the younger man will understand what this all means; if he'll finally accept that there is no escape from the world Matt has created for him. The silence stretches on, uncomfortable and heavy between them, until Lorry eventually drops his gaze and nods reluctantly.
Tomorrow Lorry tried to escape. Matt decided that he will take a leave from work and go to the shop to get them something nice to eat. When he came back he saw that Lorry somehow freed himself of the handcuffs. He looks really startled, didn't expect Matt to come back right after. He clutches a knife he took in the kitchen and shoves himself into a corner. "And what do we have here?" Matt sounds playful, yet, there is that dangerous dark glee in his voice.
Matt's eyes narrow as he takes in Lorry's defensive posture, the knife clutched tightly in his shaking hand. He can feel a mix of anger and excitement coursing through him; it's almost intoxicating. "Little puppet," he drawls mockingly, "did you really think I would just let you wander off like that?"
He takes a step forward, keeping his eyes locked on Lorry as he crosses the room. The younger man flinches at each movement, pressing himself deeper into the corner in an attempt to put distance between them. It's adorable, really; like watching a frightened animal trying desperately to escape its fate.
As Matt approaches within arm's reach, he takes another step forward and then another, closing in on Lorry slowly but surely. He reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from the younger man's face, tracing his finger gently over the smooth skin before trailing it down along Lorry's jawline. The touch is deliberately soft, almost tender... But there's an edge to it that sends a shiver through both of them.
"I could just take that from you," Matt murmurs huskily, his voice rough with desire as he looks at the knife in Lorry's hand, "and then what would you have left? Nothing but your little sharp tongue... and me." His free hand slides around to rest on Lorry's hip possessively, pulling him closer still. "Don't you think it might be easier just to give them back?"
Loran wanted to launch at his captor, to defend himself but he feels paralyzed. Matt grins at him and snatched the knife from his hands. "There we go" Matt comes closer, cornering the boy even more, making him push himself against the wall. "And what will we do with you now, babe?" Lorry is shaking from the fear, pretty cute. "You need to be punished for this" Matt enjoys every word coming out of his mouth. "Should I spank you?" Lorry's cheeks light up with blush from such suggestion. It's humiliating and sudden. "Mmmmmh... maybe I should just break your legs so you wont run off, what do you say?"
As Matt leans in even closer, his breath fanning across Lorry's face and sending a shiver down the younger man's spine, he studies the way the smaller boy trembles beneath his touch. It's intoxicating; the power he feels in this moment, knowing that Lorry is completely helpless under his control. He slides one hand up along Lorry's body until it cups his cheek, holding him steady as he meets those fear-filled eyes once more.
"Maybe I should," he whispers, the threat cutting through the air like a knife. His free hand curves around to cup the back of Lorry's neck, forcing their faces together so that they can barely breathe apart. "You see... I could do anything I want to you." He pauses, drawing out the tension for dramatic effect before continuing.
"But I don't want to hurt you, puppet." There's a husky quality to his voice now as he drags his thumb lightly across Lorry's lower lip. "I just want you to understand... that when I say jump, you ask how high." His gaze drops to where their bodies are pressed together and he feels himself grow even harder at the thought of claiming Lorry completely.
With a sigh, Matt straightens up, giving Lorry a little room to breathe again. "I'll give you a choice," he says softly, watching as relief washes over the younger man's face. "You can either take your punishment like a good boy... or I can keep you tied up for days on end until you learn your lesson." He lets the words hang in the air between them for a moment before adding with a smirk, "But if it's all the same to you, I think I'
"...prefer the option where you get to keep your legs intact." There's an amused glint in his eyes as he says it, almost like he's teasing Lorry about being such a bratty little thing. The truth is, he really does want to give Lorry a choice; he wants him to feel like there's some control over their relationship... even if it's just an illusion.
With one hand still cupped around the back of Lorry's neck, Matt guides him away from the wall and toward the center of the room. "Come here," he murmurs against Lorry's ear, "and get over my knee." There's a husky growl in his voice that sends shivers down both their spines; it's almost as if he's not entirely sure whether to be angry or aroused by Lorry's defiance earlier.
As they reach the middle of the room, Matt turns and sits down on the edge of the bed, carefully positioning himself so that Lorry will have plenty of room over his lap once he's settled in place. He gestures for Lorry to get into position as well, watching with a mix of anticipation and lust as the younger man hesitates for just a moment before slowly climbing up onto one knee beside him.
"That's it," Matt murmurs appreciatively, reaching out to brush his fingertips along Lorry's jawline in a gentle caress. "Now, remember... don't make me punish you any more than I already have." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he realizes how close Lorry is; the younger man's body practically pressed against his own from hip to knee. The smell of his skin, the feel of him beneath his fingers
Matt likes how Lorry lays on him, his body so soft and appetizing. Matt pulls boy's pants down, leaving him to lay on his lap with his plump ass up. "Please, im sorry..." Matt feels how his precious puppet trembles slightly. He undoes his belt and folds it in two, tracing little lines on Lorry's skin. "Then be a good boy for me, Lorry" the belt strikes the sensitive flesh and Lorry yelps in surprise and pain
Matt carefully folds the leather belt in half before leaning forward to gently place it against Lorry's smooth, untouched flesh. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispers, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought that he might cause any real pain. "But I need you to understand..." He trails off, concentrating on the feel of the leather against Lorry's skin.
The younger man flinches beneath him as Matt slowly begins to draw the belt back, letting it slide through his fingers with a whispering sound that echoes around the room. It seems like an eternity before he lets go, lashing out with all his strength and hitting Lorry across his ass. The impact reverberates through both of them; Matt can feel it even through his pants as though it were his own flesh being struck.
Lorry's body jerks at the sharp sting, but he manages not to cry out this time. It seems that his resilience has been slowly growing since they first began this strange game of theirs. Matt takes a moment to savor the sight of Lorry lying so trustingly across his lap; his skin flushed pink from embarrassment and pain, the gorgeous ass presented for him like an offering.
As he draws back the belt once more, he wonders if this is really what Lorry wants. Deep down, he suspects that there's some part of his boy who enjoys the thrill of submission; the loss of control and the safety net that comes with belonging to him completely. It's a delicate balance, this dance between pleasure and pain, and Matt is determined to find the perfect rhythm for them both.
The belt snaps down once more, leaving behind a hot, stinging line across L
As Matt draws back the belt once more, he watches as Lorry tensely anticipates the next stroke. The younger man's eyes are closed tightly, his body tensing and relaxing in equal measures with each agonizing heartbeat. It's an intoxicating sight; the mix of fear and desire that plays across Lorry's features, making him look both vulnerable and incredibly alluring at the same time.
He lets the belt slip through his fingers again, this time striking a little lower than before so as to not overwhelm Lorry with pain. The boy yelps sharply but does not cry out; he seems to be growing accustomed to the sting of the leather on his skin. It's both gratifying and slightly disheartening at the same time; part of Matt wants nothing more than for Lorry to submit completely, giving himself over without reservation or hesitation. But another part craves the challenge, the chase that comes with slowly breaking down his defenses one strike at a time.
After several more lashes, each one landing lower and lower on Lorry's ass and thighs, Matt finally pauses to catch his breath. He can feel Lorry trembling beneath him, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to reach down and stroke soothing circles over the younger man's burning skin. As much as he wants to comfort him, he knows that part of the lesson is learning how to endure pain without resorting to such measures.
With a sigh, Matt leans forward, pressing a kiss against Lorry's back just above his bound wrists. "Better?" he whispers, feeling an odd mixture of pride and guilt in the warmth that spreads through him at the contact.
Lorry nods slightly
Matt carefully pushes the boy out of his lap, making him stand with his back to him. Older man ties his hand behind the back with the belt, making sure that he wont be able to break free thus time. Matt pulls Lorry closer by the waist, his warm hand covering his shaking flesh in a gentle movement. "Do you want to apologize properly, babe? Or should I break your pretty little legs after all?" Despite the tingle of guilt, Matt feels way too aroused to think straight. The way Lorry's tear veiled eyes snap in fear when he mentions breaking his legs is just so so sweet. He shakes his head violently. "I want to apologize, please" Lorry lets out a light whimper and it's enough to make older man's cock twitch. He lays Lorry on the back, his head is hanging from the bed. "Look so pretty like this" He completes the boy, cupping his face. "Now open your pretty mouth"
Matt takes in the sight of Lorry lying helplessly on the bed, his head hanging down and his eyes brimming with tears. The younger man's soft, rosy lips part slightly as he pants heavily from the pain and exertion, his hands still bound uselessly behind his back. It takes all of Matt's self-control not to claim those lips right then and there; to sink into Lorry until they're both left gasping and satisfied.
Matt pulls down his pants, letting his cock spring free. Loran's eyes widen and he lets out another whimper. "Something wrong, puppet?" Matt strokes himself a few times, but he is already beyond aroused. "It's...big" boy's comment makes Matt chuckle. "And you gonna take good care of it, yeah? Like a good boy you are"
As he hovers over Lorry, the heat of his body enveloping the younger man like a vice, Matt can't help but smile wolfishly down at him. "I think you already know what I want you to do," he murmurs roughly, thrusting his hips forward slightly so that their erections slide against each other in a slick, wet kiss. The friction ignites another wave of desire within him, making it nearly impossible for him to keep from losing control entirely.
He brushes the pad of his thumb over Lorry's bottom lip before pulling back, only to sweep it across the plump flesh again. His free hand moves lower, cupping Lorry's balls through his underwear and gently massaging them; eliciting a quiet moan from deep within the younger man's throat. The sound rumbles through Matt like an electric current, intensifying the ache in his cock as he focuses on the feel of Lorry beneath him.
With a groan, he leans down farther and captures Lorry's lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue slides against the roof of Lorry's mouth, demanding entrance as he thrusts his hips again, grinding their cocks together with enough force that they both cry out in unison. The taste of Lorry's sweetness is intoxicating; it fills his senses and makes him want nothing more than to claim him completely.
As if reading his mind, Lorry arches up off the bed, pressing their bodies closer together in a desperate attempt to feel more of Matt's skin against his own. The movement sends vibrations through them both; through their joined cocks and down into the pit of Matt's stomach where he empties himself helplessly, groaning as hot seed