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 follows his victim to the bus stop. Its not as empty yet and he can blend with the tired crowd easily. This week he follows Loran home the second time and he honestly feels like it's slowly slipping away from his control. He has been stalking Lorry for half a year now: he knows his timetable well, knows his habits and little whims. He became obsessed and its pretty hard to manage, considering his lifestyle: Matt is 27, working in the office as data analyst. He keeps his facade of a friendly guy who is really popular with the cheeks and who is rather professional. But little do his colleagues know that while they talk to him, Matt fantasies about the poor 18 year old university student with a very petite and feminine body, about drugging him up, groping his body, chaining him to his bed and oh, the list goes on and on. Lorry sits in the middle of the bus, as usual and Matt sits at the back, not to alarm his precious boy. The ride is slow, people keep coming and walking out and man's mind drifts into perverted scenarios. God, he could easily pick the boy up and steal him, could just pull his pants down and slam his cock deep, while Lorry cries and moans
Matt can't help but admire his beautiful little Lorry from the back. He imagines him lying on a soft, fluffy bed with warm blankets and expensive silk sheets, all messed up from their wild lovemaking. His small hands are bound above his head with soft rope while his long legs spread wide open, tied to each of the four posters surrounding the bed. Matt watches as Lorry lets out a moan, tossing his head side to side as if struggling against unseen restraints... oh how he wants that to be real. The bus finally stops and Lorry gets up to get off. Matt follows him at a safe distance until they reach Lorry's house, watching carefully for any signs of activity inside before quietly slipping into the shadows once more, waiting for another chance to drug his precious boy and take what is rightfully his.
Matt chuckles as he scrolls through the pictures he managed to take of the take of his boy. He notices pop ups from messages of his colleagues in the group chat but ditched them for later. For now, while he is going home, he texts Lorry from a fake account. Poor boy has been pretty pissy about random people online (Matt's accounts, of course) texting him perverted sick things. Matt cant help but smile as he types in another message
"Hey babe," the message reads. " I know we haven't chatted in a while but I just couldn't stop thinking about you tonight. You look so fucking hot in those pics from last weekend... makes me wish I was there, feeling those supple curves against my body. Or better yet, wrapped around my cock."
A shiver runs down Matt's spine as he imagines himself fucking Lorry raw while the other is chained to the wall. It would be perfect... so perfect. He hesitates for a moment before typing out another message, this one more forward than the last.
Matt savors the moment as he walks to his car. He turns on the engine and plays some music. He knows that there are ropes and duck tape in his trunk and a syringe in the glove compartment. He just needs to wait for a perfect moment to snatch Lorry. He is almost done with preparing a room for his puppet. In his cottage house's basement and also in his flat. He wants to take things slow. He cant rest bringing Lorry to his place right away. His boy is quite fierce so ut will take some convincing to make it right between them.
A smile curves Matt's lips as he thinks about the response to his latest text message. He waits, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. Minutes tick by, each one feeling like an eternity as he tries to ignore the burning desire within him to have Lorry at that very moment. Finally, after what seems like hours but is likely only a few minutes, his phone buzzes again.
"Who keeps sending me these weird texts??" comes a frustrated reply from the number associated with Lorry's account. "And why am I getting them all tonight? This is so creepy..."
Matt holds back a laugh as he imagines his boy, confused and scared by these messages. He takes another moment to compose himself before replying once more:
"Your secret admirer" Matt almost giggles as he types it out before switching his phone off completely. He goes back home and prints out the photos he took of Lorry today and hangs them on the little shrine he made for the boy. Tomorrow he will have to go through boring and long day of work, but hopefully after he will be able to stalk over Lorry again
Loran's confusion and fear fuel Matt's desires even more as he spends the next few days at work, his thoughts constantly drifting back to his precious boy. He tries to be professional, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to focus with Lorry on his mind 24/7.
The weekend finally arrives, and Matt plans a trip to the mall to scope out the perfect location to abduct Loran. He chooses a busy area near several stores so that if anyone does notice something amiss, it'll be harder for them to remember details later on. Once he's found his spot, he heads back home and eagerly awaits another opportunity to make contact with his puppet.
For now he melts in his work. He keeps reminding himself that each minute is his hard earned money that he will spend on his boy soon snd it genuinely makes him feel a warmth spread in his chest. "Hey, Matt," Ah, yes. Alice. His colleague is tilting her head slightly, trying to make a seductive face, her shirt unbuttoned lower than it should be. Humorous, really. Alice is attractive, pretty tall woman in her mid 20s, with good physique, having big chest and ass. A regular guy would have been all over her already, and by the way she acts, Matt knows damn well that she feels annoyed that its not as easy with him. "Such a shift, isn't it?" She giggles, and bites down her lip. It's almost annoying to Matt.
Matt forces a smile onto his face as he pretends to focus on what Alice is saying. She's persistent, and he can't help but admire that about her. After all, if she weren't so annoyingly clingy, he might actually be interested in her. But no matter how hard she tries, there's only one person occupying his thoughts at the moment: Lorry.
"Yes," Matt says with a nod, trying to look interested. "It's just... you know, it gets lonely sometimes working so much." He winks, hoping for some sort of reaction from Alice, but she merely tilts her head and pouts playfully in response.
He glances at his phone briefly before looking back up at her, forcing another laugh. "Don't mind me. I should really focus on my work," he says, trying to subtly change the subject away from their forced conversation about him being lonely and needing company.
"Say, Matt... what kind of girls do you like?" She winks, hinting on herself, of course. This question actually snaps Matt out of his unfocused state, bringing him back to reality. What kind of girls does he like? He used to date a few before, different ones, really. Tall, short, blondes, brunettes, shy and loud, but all of them weren't quite it for him. Matt chuckles softly,: "Well..." He pauses, trying not to betray himself. He likes petite young uni student, whom he stalks. Likes them with long black hair and doll-like face with big gray eyes. He loves Lorry. A poor boy who has done nothing wrong to be stalked like that. Matt would love to cover his pale delicate neck with hickeys and kisses, to claim him, to make Lorry cry from pleasure, wrapped so perfectly around his cock. Matt says nothing of it, of course. "I think I like short black haired girls. They are pretty mysterious" Matt chuckles to himself. He didnt even lie much about it
Matt laughs awkwardly, trying to make it sound genuine. "Well, you're not too bad yourself," he says with a smirk, feeling the need to placate Alice. She seems pleased enough by this response, and her posture relaxes slightly. Matt can't help but wonder if she's noticed his wandering gaze lately or if it's all in his imagination.
For now, he decides to play along with the charade of casual flirtation. It'll make him seem less weird and stalker-ish to her... at least until he can figure out a way to remove any suspicion that she might have. And if he's lucky, maybe Alice will help him in that endeavor; after all, her interest in hooking up with him means she won't be as likely to report anything strange about him to the authorities.
"So," Matt continues after a pause, trying to find common ground to discuss with his colleague, "what have you been up to lately?" He hopes this question doesn't lead down too many conversational rabbit holes that would make it clear how disinterested he really is.
Alice smiles brightly at the change of subject and eagerly launches into a story about her recent weekend getaway with friends, her latest shopping spree.
Matt zones out and accidentally stares at her chest for a while. He realized it when she jokingly called him a pervert and finally buttoned up her shirt. The thing which struck Matt was her bra. Pretty laced thing with tiny belts and ribbons. It feels like he had been struck with a lightning. His mind is flooding with images of Lorry wearing pretty laced panties, thongs, stockings and oh. Oh, it sure makes him hard
Matt tries to keep a straight face as Alice continues her story, occasionally glancing up at her with feigned interest. His mind is elsewhere though, his thoughts now fixated on the image of Lorry wearing similar lingerie. The more he thinks about it, the harder it gets for him to contain himself; he can feel the heat growing beneath his trousers.
It's nearly impossible not to imagine how those pretty laces would dig into Lorry's skin as he thrusted roughly inside of him, leaving marks that only Matt could claim. The image is almost enough to make him lose control right here at work, but he forces himself back under control. No one must suspect anything strange about this quiet, professional young man they know as Matt.
A small part of him wonders if Alice has noticed his discomfort; if she realizes that there's something off about the way he's reacting to her stories tonight. He tries to inject some humor into their conversation to ease any potential suspicion, but it feels forced and inauthentic even to him.
Finally, mercifully, the hourglass runs out of sand and they are both released back into the world. With a nod and a polite smile, Matt excuses himself from her company, thanking her for the conversation as he makes his way towards the exit. Once outside, he takes a deep breath, allowing the cool night air to wash over him, trying to clear his head of lustful thoughts and focus on what truly matters: finding another opportunity to make contact with Lorry... and taking him for himself this time.
Matt knows damn well that his babe is pretty busy with studying today. So he has a crazy idea. He drives to another part of the city and goes into a neat little shop. He gets greeted by the shop assistant. The shop itself os pretty nice, he must admit: no annoying music, no crying children, not a lot of people. "Good evening, sir. How can I help you?" Matt gets lost in the countless stalls of expensive lingerie, all kinds of ribbons, belts, laces look pretty enticing. The thought of Lorry slowly spreading his legs and as slowly pulling his stocking down, as he arches his back... "Are you looking for a gift for someone?" Shop assistant must have noticed how red Matt has gotten in the face from his embarrassment. "Yeah...for my... uh, wife" Matt almost got lost at such a simple question. He wants to scold himself for acting so dumb. Such impulsive behavior might end up him being in prison. Poor shop assistant doesn't seem too bothered tho. "What's her size?"
As the shop assistant turns to retrieve a pad and pen from one of the displays, Matt takes the opportunity to study the merchandise once more. His gaze lingers on various items: lacy thongs, delicate bras with intricate straps and tiny bows... all of it is so enticing; he can almost imagine Lorry wearing them, writhing beneath him as he takes what's rightfully his. He tries not to linger too long on any one item though, not wanting to appear overly interested in something that isn't supposed to be for him.
"She's quite petite. Id say S" Matt murmurs, as if Lorry is right next to him. "Black would really suit her, could you find something like that, please?
Matt fidgets slightly as he waits for the shop assistant to return with a pad of paper and pen in hand, his cheeks flushed from the embarrassment of lying about having a wife. When she does, he hastily scribbles down Lorry's size and hands it back to her. As she steps away to retrieve the desired items, he glances around once more, taking in the various undergarments adorning each display.
A black lace thong catches his eye; its delicate design features thin straps that would leave Lorry's hips bare and vulnerable beneath the material. The thought sends a thrill through him, and he imagines himself running his fingers along those straps, teasing the tiny piece of cloth between his fingers as he presses it deeper into Lorry's soft skin. His cock stirs in his pants at the thought.
He tries not to linger too long on any one item, afraid that it might draw suspicion if he seems overly interested in something he claims isn't for himself. Instead, he busies himself with picking up other items, studying their designs and colors before finally settling on a matching bra and panty set in a deep red lace. The shop assistant rings him up without comment, their silence only serving to heighten the tension inside Matt's chest as he hands over his credit card and waits for her to complete the transaction.
With the purchase made, Matt thanked the shop assistant curtly before making his exit from the store. As soon as he's back behind the wheel of his car, he reaches into a hidden compartment in the center console and retrieves a small vial filled with clear liquid. The label on the bottle reads "Chloroform" in shaky cursive letters. He pockets it again before starting
He considers sending a little package with lingerie to Lorry's flat. As much as he wants to take what's his, there are still some preparations to be made. He sends a few more creepy texts to his boy before registering a delivery order
As Matt sits at his computer, staring blankly at the screen as he types out another message to Lorry, he can't help but feel a sense of growing anticipation and urgency within him. The lingerie has been ordered, the chloroform is safely hidden away for when the time comes... all that remains now is to wait. And plan.
His mind drifts back to the shop where he bought Lorry's lingerie, the delicate lace against his fingertips as he imagined it against his boy's skin. The image sends a shiver down his spine and causes his cock to twitch in his pants once more. He reaches out and grips himself through his jeans, starting to stroke himself slowly as he pictures Lorry spread out before him.
The fantasy is almost too much for him to bear; it's clear that he needs some sort of release soon or else he won't be able to focus on anything else except claiming his precious boy. With a groan, he reaches up and undoes the top button of his jeans, freeing his aching erection from its confines.
It's been far too long since he's had Lorry like this; touching himself like this only serves as a reminder of everything that is missing in his life right now. His hand moves faster, his breath coming harder as he approaches the brink of release. For just a moment, he wonders what it would feel like to have Lorry here with him, beneath him...
Morning rolls with a surge of annoyance and Matt quickly gathers up his stuff and leaves for work. He looked himself with meaningless chatter with Alice as he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He smiles. Lorry must have gotten the package.
Matt's heart races as he feels the phone buzzing in his pocket; it can only mean one thing. His fingers tremble slightly as he fishes the device out and glances at the screen, revealing a text message from Lorry.
Lorry: I got your package!!! OH MY GOD IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU!!! :D