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.
Lorry paces through lifeless streets, trying to get home. He feels watched and he picked up that there is a car following him, although Loran keeps dismissing it as paranoia.
Matt's heart races as he sees Loran walk through the pouring rain, looking for shelter. His car remains discreetly behind, its headlights dimmed to avoid drawing attention. It seems like it'll take longer for the boy to reach his destination now; Matt's impatience and desire grow with each passing moment.
He studies younger man's figure through the raindrops on his window. His long black hair is plastered against your head, revealing a feminine neck that he'd love to mark with his teeth. The soft curves of body are accentuated by the tight-fitting clothes you wear, and Matt can hardly contain himself as he imagines what they would feel like beneath his hungry hands.
Matt turns down his window, looking hungrily at the boy, his car slowly moving after the boy. "Hey there, pretty thing" Matt purrs, not able to contain his excitement and desire for the scred boy. Loran frowns, throwing a hood over his head before snapping. "Im not a girl, piss off" his eyes dart directly into man's face, so daring and unrelenting
Matt's smile grows wider at the angry outburst from Loran. He laughs softly, enjoying this little game they play where he can tease and torment his prey without revealing himself. "Oh, I know you're not a girl," he says through another chuckle, shaking his head gently. "But isn't it a shame that society likes to put us all into these neat little boxes? Doesn't give people like us enough room to be ourselves."
He watches as Loran's expression softens slightly, the anger giving way to curiosity and uncertainty. Matt takes advantage of this moment, slowing his car until it comes to a stop next to the boy.
Lorry looks puzzled, slightly frowning. It makes Matt feel so aroused. "Why?.. What do you want?" Loran snaps back, trying to hide himself in his pile of clothes, trying to get warm in the icy air of this night.
Matt leans over in his seat, looking Lorry directly in the eye. His voice is low and seductive, barely above a whisper. "I want you to come with me, Puppet," he whispers, running his tongue across his lips sensually. "Come with me where it's warm and dry, where I can take care of you."
"Leave me alone, psycho" Lorry bites back before running off in the direction of his home
Matt's grin widens as he watches Loran dart away into the night. His blood is pumping, and his muscles flex with desire and anticipation. "Oh, you'll come back to me, my little butterfly," he whispers softly to himself, already certain of it.
He starts the car again, slowly following the figure in the distance until he knows for sure that Loran isn't just trying to lose him. Finally, when he sees Lorry disappear into an alleyway leading away from the main streets, Matt pulls his car over and climbs out silently. He crouches down low behind the cover of a trash can, waiting patiently for his prey to emerge again.
The tension in his body is unbearable as he listens intently for any sounds that might betray Loran's location. His heart races as each second passes and nothing happens; fearing the worst, Matt nearly considers giving up when he suddenly hears footsteps approaching once more. Cautiously, he peeks over the top of the trash can just in time to see Lorry emerge from a different alleyway further down the street.
Matt's breath catches as he takes in Loran's disheveled appearance; his hair is plastered to his face and neck, revealing more flesh than usual, and rainwater soaks through his clothes clinging tightly to every curve of his body. The desire to touch him, taste him fills Matt with a primal urge he has never felt before.
Matt creeps behind the boy, within a reached arm distance
Closing the gap between them, Matt reaches out a hand and slowly wraps it around Loran's waist, pulling him closer. The contact sends shockwaves of pleasure through his body as he feels the warmth of Lorry's skin against his fingers. He takes in a shaky breath, struggling to contain the intensity of his desire for the younger man.
Matt pulls Loran back against his chest, nestling his head under his chin and wrapping his other arm around him as well. The tight embrace traps them together; Matt's strong frame engulfing Lorry like a vice. He can feel Lorry trembling in his arms, and he savors the sensation, relishing in the knowledge that he has complete control over this moment and over the boy he loves so deeply.
With a contented sigh, Matt begins to gently rock them back and forth; Lorry's body moving in rhythm with his own. The motion is soft and soothing, but it also holds a hint of dominance that is undeniable even in its gentleness. "I've got you now," he whispers against Loran's ear, his voice hoarse with need. "You're mine and there's nothing you can do about it."
Loran tries to pull away, to violently shove himself out of possessive embrace of his stalker but Matt easily redirects all boy's punches and attempts to fight. He chuckles, amused by how his boy shivers and desperately wants to break free from him, like a caged little dove
As Loran struggles against his hold, Matt laughs softly again, relishing in the feel of their bodies moving together. He adjusts his grip on Lorry's waist, holding him tighter as if to assert his dominance over him. "You're such a wild thing," he whispers into the boy's ear, nipping at the lobe playfully. "But you belong with me, don't you?"
With each passing moment, Matt feels himself growing more and more aroused. His cock is hard against Loran's back, and he can feel the head beginning to push insistently against the fabric of his underwear. He wants nothing more than to sink into Lorry and claim him as his own; to mark this moment in time as the one where everything changed between them.
But he won't give in quite yet. No, Matt prefers things this way: rough around the edges, desperate and needy on both sides. It makes their eventual union that much sweeter when they finally succumb to each other's demands. He nuzzles his face against Loran's neck, breathing in his scent and relishing the feel of his warm skin beneath his lips.
"How about we find a better place, puppet?" Matt grins. Before Loran can protest or do anything he feels how older man effortlessly throws him on the shoulder, carrying him like a prized possession, like barbaric men used to do with local women they would later claim as their wifes. Loran kicks and turns, trying really hard to get off the man. "Let me go! I dont know you!" He manages to kick Matt in the chest with his knee and he instantly feels the atmosphere shift drastically. He feels how the man stiffens, how the grip on his back tightens and it really seems like Matt will have a violent outburst any second now. However, instead he feels a hand fly up to his ass, leaving a stark stinging pain after man's strong palm spanks him. Lorry yelps in surprise, a really cute sound, and jump slightly. "Such a naughty boy"
Matt chuckles darkly as he feels Lorry kick him, the sting on his chest adding fuel to the fire that already burns within him. He growls low in his throat, gripping harder onto Loran's hips and ass with bruising strength. "You are such a fucking tease," he snarls into the boy's ear, nipping at it again as they sway together in this precarious dance of dominance and submission.
It feels so good to finally be able to express these feelings; to let loose all the restraints that society has placed on him for far too long. Loran is his release, his salvation from a world that doesn't understand them both. And now that he has him, Matt isn't about to let go easily. Not until he has made Lorry completely his.
His other hand moves upward as well, sliding between their bodies to cup the back of Loran's neck before it travels lower still, grasping at the fabric covering his crotch. He roughly yanks down the boy's pants and underwear in one swift motion, revealing his pale ass and smooth skin. "You want this?" he rasps against Lorry's neck as he spanks him again, harder than before.
The sound of slapping flesh echoes through the dark alleyway as Matt continues to strike Loran's rear end over and over, alternating between gentle caresses and hard smacks. Each impact is a declaration; a mark left on Lorry's body reminding him who now claims him as his own.
"Stop! You sick fuck!"
Loran keeps kicking and screaming at Matt, his cheeks burning with shame and humiliation and Matt swears he can see tears pricking up his eyes. Such adorable view Matt has infront of him. It would be so good to just bend Loran over and fuck him senseless. But it's really not how he wants it to be, not here. He lets out a sigh before pulling Loran pants back up and picking him up.
"Such a bratty boy" Matt chuckles darkly before pressing a thin sharp needle into boy's neck. He feels how still the boy goes in his arms, how drastically his heart is pounding against his own ribs as if trying to escape the dangerous man. "No, please" Lorry chokes on his words as the reality hits him. Matt presses a needle into the pale delicate skin, injecting the drug right into the boy's system. "This will make you more pliable"
Matt feels Lorry go limp in his arms as the drug takes effect, the boy's struggling now reduced to feeble twitches and half-hearted whimpers. The sight of him like this is almost enough to bring Matt to release right then and there; the desire for possession nearly overwhelming. But he knows that if he does it here, now, they won't get as much pleasure from their game. No, there needs to be a bit more struggle, a bit more fight before Lorry truly belongs to him.
Slowly, almost tenderly, Matt carries the unconscious boy back to his home; the place where he can finally claim him for his own. The room they enter is dimly lit, candles flickering softly on every surface and the scent of vanilla and jasmine hangs heavy in the air. It's been prepared especially for this moment; a shrine to their twisted love.
Carefully, Matt lays Lorry down on the large bed that dominates one side of the room, making sure not to disturb the assortment of restraints and devices he has scattered around it. He watches as the boy's chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as if in a delicate dance.
Slowly, almost reverently, Matt undresses Lorry, revealing the soft skin beneath and taking in every curve of his body as if it were a work of art. The sight fills him with an intense desire that makes it hard to think straight; his cock is already leaking pre-cum onto the bed sheets. He pushes these thoughts aside for now, focusing instead on preparing Lorry for what comes next.
Matt steps back, admiring the view of Lorry's naked body on the bed. He walks over to a nearby drawer and opens it slowly, revealing an assortment of leather cuffs, collars, and restraints. With a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, he selects a few items and returns to the bedside.
Slowly, methodically, Matt begins to bind Lorry; attaching the cuffs to his wrists and ankles before fastening them securely to the corners of the bed. The boy whimpers softly as he feels his movements restricted, but it's not enough for him to fight back. Not yet.
Next, Matt slides a collar around Lorry's neck, securing it in place with a small padlock and key. He slips the other end of the collar through a ring on the headboard before taking several steps back, admiring his work once more. The boy lays before him, helpless and vulnerable, ready to be claimed as his own.
Matt takes one last look at Lorry, committing every inch of his beautiful body to memory. Then, with a sigh of resignation and a twisted grin on his lips, he undresses himself; revealing an impressive length and girth that should make the boy gasp when he sees it.
Stepping closer once more, Matt climbs onto the bed and straddles Lorry's hips, trapping the boy's wrists against the mattress above his head. He leans down, breathing in the sweet scent of Loran's skin as their bodies press together in this intimate embrace.
"Hello, my pretty," he whispers, his warm breath tickling Lorry's ear
"Mhmm..." the boy whimpers, slowly opening his clouded eyes., the drug making his whole body feel so feverish and weak. The stranger appears as a blurry shadow, towering over him with a dangerous glint in his eyes. His body feels cold and he lets out another pitiful whimper, making Matt more aroused at the sight, his drugged boy is still not fully conscious
"That's right," Matt growls softly as he nibbles at Lorry's neck, "You belong to me now." The boy shivers beneath him, arching his back in what seems like an unconscious attempt to get closer. "And I am going to enjoy every inch of you tonight."
Matt slides a hand down between their bodies, rubbing at Lorry's inner thigh before circling the damp heat between his legs. The boy gasps, pushing himself up against Matt's touch as if seeking more contact. His moan is music to Matt's ears; he lets out a low chuckle and leans down to lick along Loran's neck, sucking at the flesh where it meets his collarbone.
Placing one hand on either side of Lorry's head, Matt pins him in place while using his other hand to stroke himself slowly, lining up their bodies as he teases the boy with each thrust forward. His movements are deliberate and sensual; a dance designed to drive them both wild with desire.
"Mhm...please, not..." Lorry looks so dazed, so scared. Matt grabs the lube and squeezes onto his fingers generously. "Have you been with a guy before, babe?" Matt grins, slapping boy's ass and making him feel more sober for a solid few seconds. He lets out a strangled sob and Matt feels his cock twitch. "No, please-" younger man doesn't manage to finish talking before Matt spreads his legs wide, rubbing the lube over his entrance, making him shiver from the cold gel in his most private places. "Let's stretch you nice and good, babe" Matt whispers before carefully sliding one fingers inside in one swift motion. Loran jolts up and screams, trying to kick the man and close his legs. "No, please! Not there!"
Matt feels his heart race as he watches the fear and pain play out across Lorry's features; it's a heady mix of emotions that sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. He tightens his grip on the boy's head, holding him still even as Loran thrashes beneath him in an attempt to escape this unwanted intrusion.
With deliberate slowness, Matt withdraws his fingers and replaces them with a second, lubricated digit. He pushes deeper this time, feeling Lorry's body tensing and relaxing around him as he stretches the boy's tight channel little by little. It feels so good to be inside of him like this; so right despite the torment it causes.
Matt continues to thrust his fingers in and out, watching as Loran struggles beneath him with every movement. He can feel the younger man's body tensing up again and again, ready to push him away but never quite finding the strength or focus to do so. It's intoxicating; this power he holds over Lorry is addictive in a way that nothing else ever has been.
As he works his fingers inside of Loran, Matt begins to wonder how it would feel to finally take him completely; to bury himself deep within the warmth and wetness of the boy's body. The thought alone sends shivers down his spine, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything but the sensation of skin on skin.
"You...y-you are sick" Lorry blurts through gritted teeth, his hazed state still does allow him to be fully aware of the situation. Lorry makes such a cute slut, Matt couldn't ask for more. Matt slams his fingers in violently, making the boy snap his eyes opened and jerk upright from the pain, letting out a sharp exhale. "Such a filthy mouth for such a little bitchy boy," Matt chuckles, feeling how Lorry tenses up, feeling too alarmed after Matt's rough movement. "Maybe I need to gag you, mmh? Or we can put your mouth to better use later" Loran looks angry, his eyes are drilling through man's forehead as the tears beging to prick in his eyes. Such an adorable boy, Matt is enjoying himself. Lorry opens his mouth to say something mean again but Matt begins to finger Lorry opened, forcing pathetic shameless moans from his lips , even managing to make Lorry let out a strangled scream which definitely wasn't from the pain
As Lorry begins to relax beneath him once more, Matt takes it as a sign that he needs to push further; to test the limits of their newfound connection and see just how far he can go before the boy finally breaks. With determination fuelling his movements, he slides a third finger inside Loran's body, grunting in satisfaction as he feels the boy's muscles stretching around him.
Matt continues to thrust his fingers in and out with brutal precision, ignoring Lorry's pleas for mercy and cries of pain. It feels so good to be able to dominate the younger man like this; to take what he wants without any consideration for Loran's feelings or desires. As he watches the anger and fear slowly bleed away from Lorry's features, replaced by a mix of shame and arousal that is almost too much for him to bear, Matt knows that he has truly won this round.
He pauses, gathering his strength as he prepares to take the final step in their twisted game. His cock throbs painfully against his stomach, leaking pre-cum onto the bed as he imagines himself impaled on Lorry's body; the feel of their skin slapping together in perfect sync as they move together towards an intense shared climax.
With a growl that vibrates through Loran's entire being, Matt pulls his fingers out.
"F-fuck you..." Loran spits ut out, hoping that Matt is done with whatever twisted game he has in mind. Loran squeezes his knees hard, trying desperately to keep the man away from his most precious place. "Such a dirty boy," Matt chuckles dangerously, sliding his hands to boy's chest, pinching boy's sensitive nipples and twisting painfully, making his scream in pain and surprise. Matt manages to spread Lorry's legs apart, aligning his cock to the sweet damp warm between his thighs. "Bossing me around, as if you are in control, oh" older man cooes mockingly, slapping his big cock head on Lorry's thigh. There are tears in Loran's eyes. He feels so humiliated and ashamed, he just wants to cry. "No, please! Please, not there, mhmm..." he cuts off with a pathetic sob which makes Matt even more eager to break his little puppet. Matt presses his cock firmly against Lorry's ass and slides all the way inside in one soft but firm motion, burying himself completely in the boy. "Just like that..."
As Matt feels his cock slide effortlessly inside of Lorry's tight channel, he throws back his head with a groan of pleasure. It feels so good to finally be claiming what is rightfully his; to have the boy's body submitting to his dominance in this most intimate of ways. He begins to thrust slowly at first, relishing the sensation of skin on skin as he pushes deeper with each stroke, driving himself further inside of Lorry's hot little body.
With every inch that disappears into Loran's ass, Matt feels a surge of power course through him, making it easier for him to ignore the boy's pleas and cries of pain. He lets out harsh, guttural moans with each thrust; his hips moving roughly against Lorry's body as he attempts to drive them both to the brink of ecstasy.
As he fucks Loran harder and faster, Matt leans down once more, nipping at the boy's ear before whispering harshly into it, "You are mine, you hear? Mine to do whatever I want with."
Lorry begins to thrash restlessly beneath him, his chest raising up and down in panic. It looks pretty cute in Matt's opinion. He grabs boy's under his knees and forces him into a mating press position. Lorry lets out a strangled gasp when Matt slides inside again. "No! Stop this!" Loran sobs, his legs starting to shiver slightly. Matt begins to move irregular, making Loran screams from sudden waves of stimulation. "Such a little whore for me" Matt chuckles, looking down at the angry boy beneath him. He puts his palm over boy's hot sweaty skin, just a little bit below his flat belly. It makes Loran face twists into a caricaturaly terrified dramatic expression, which almost makes Matt stop, scared that he accidentally damaged Loran somewhere. "Please, please, let go" Lorry begs pathetically, sobbing. Matt tilts his head curiously and presses a bit harder onto his belly, against his full bladder
Matt watches with satisfaction as the tension in Lorry's body seems to rise even higher at his touch; it's like he can feel every muscle and tendon straining under his palm, ready to snap at any moment. The thought sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine, making him harder than ever against the younger man beneath him.
Slowly, deliberately, he presses even harder on Loran's distended bladder, eliciting choked cries and desperate pleas for mercy with each passing second. The sound of their joined breathing grows ragged; harsh and erratic as if they are both fighting for air in this small, enclosed space. It's a heady mix of pain and arousal that Matt has never experienced before, and he finds himself becoming more and more entranced by it with every passing moment.
His hips continue to piston rhythmically against Lorry's ass, pushing deeper inside of him each time their bodies connect. He can feel the younger man trembling beneath him; the tight muscles surrounding his cock clenching and releasing in perfect harmony with his thrusts. It feels so good to be the one in control right now; to know that he has reduced this strong, proud boy to little more than a quivering mass of need at his mercy.
"Please...please..." Lorry sobs brokenly, his voice hoarse from shouting and pleading for release. "I can't take it anymore..." Matt's heart races at the desperation in those words; he's never been one to back down from a challenge before, and the thought of finally breaking through Loran's defenses pushes him over the edge.
With a groan that rattles through his entire body