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 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.

"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.

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:

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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

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...

As Matt arrives at work, his heart still races with excitement and anticipation. The package has been delivered; now all he can do is wait for Lorry to reply, if he ever does. He tries to focus on his work but finds himself constantly checking the time and glancing nervously at his phone whenever it buzzes with an incoming text or notification.

Matt tries to hide his amusement as he listens to Alice prattle on about some potential plans they could make for the evening. He quickly glances back down at his phone, unable to resist the temptation to read Lorry's message once more before responding. His heart swells with pleasure when he sees the angry retort, imagining how satisfying it would feel to have Lorry beneath him, helpless and fuming with rage.

He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on Alice and her conversation. "Oh, well..." He begins casually, his tone noncommittal. "That sounds fun. Maybe we could do something low-key, you know? Grab dinner or see a movie or something." He glances at her briefly before looking away again, hoping she won't notice the lie in his eyes. Truthfully, all he wants to do is go home and wait for Lorry to reply to his text.

A few more minutes of this charade pass by before Matt finally manages to get Alice off the topic of their evening plans. She seems satisfied enough with his vague answer; after all, it's better than a straight-up no. As she continues talking about other things, he forces himself to pay attention and take part in the conversation. All the while, his mind is elsewhere... with Lorry.

Matt smirks as he types out a reply to Lorry's angry messages, careful to keep his tone light and teasing despite the boy's obvious frustration. He leans back in his chair, enjoying the thrill of their banter as he imagines Lorry reading his words over and over again, growing more and more worked up with each sentence.

Well now, aren't we cute when we're angry? ☺ You know I couldn't resist getting you something nice... and a little surprise too! Did it make your package even more exciting? Hmm, maybe if you keep being such a brat, I'll have to take you in hand and teach you some manners. You know I could always use the practice.

He hits send, grinning as he waits for Lorry to respond. A part of him wonders how long it will be before he can really act on his desires, but for now, he's content to play this game of cat and mouse a little while longer. The thought only serves to fuel the fire burning inside of him, making his cock harden even more beneath his trousers.

"So," Matt says casually, looking back over at Alice, "are you still up for that dinner idea?"

Matt nods along with Alice as she goes on about her plans for the weekend. He gives half-hearted comments and agrees from time to time, but his mind is elsewhere. His thoughts are consumed by Lorry's angry messages, his need to claim him and teach him a lesson. The image of Lorry wearing the lacy thong he bought swirls through his head, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else.

After what seems like an eternity, but is really only a few moments, Alice pauses in her storytelling. She glances at Matt expectantly, as if waiting for him to continue the conversation. His cheeks flush slightly as he realizes how distant he's been; it would be rude not to give her his full attention.

"Sorry," he mumbles, clearing his throat. "What were you saying?" He forces a genuine smile and gives her his undivided attention, determined to make up for his earlier disinterest. But all the while, his eyes drift back to his phone whenever it buzzes in his pocket, just in case Lorry decides to finally respond.

Matt rolls his eyes at the angry messages Lorry has sent him, amused by the vehemence of their accusations. It's as if he could feel the anger radiating off the screen with each word. He chuckles softly to himself before typing out a reply that is equal parts teasing and seductive:

You really are something else, you know that? I swear I don't think any other guy could make you as worked up as I seem to manage. Maybe we should see about exploring that more... tonight even. You know where to find me when you calm down. And trust me, Lorry... if you call the cops, they won't be nearly as interested in what I've been up to as you think they will. ☺

He hits send, grinning at the thought of how riled up Lorry must be right now. It makes him hard just thinking about it, and he absentmindedly adjusts himself through his jeans before starting his car and heading home for the night. Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day, that much is certain.

Matt smiles politely at Alice's rant about her love life and lack of a boyfriend, trying to pretend like he's not focused on something else entirely. The idea of being with Lorry has consumed his every thought for the past few days; he can hardly think about anything else. Even when he tries to imagine himself settling down with someone like Alice, all he can see is Lorry in his mind's eye. It's a disturbing realization, but one that only seems to fuel his obsession further.

His gaze drifts back to the vial of chloroform on the center console of his car. He runs a finger along its smooth glass surface before carefully screwing the cap back on. There's no point in getting too comfortable with it just yet; he doesn't want anyone to notice him tampering with something like that. But he knows the time is drawing near; tonight, everything will change.

As the day drags on, Matt finds himself growing increasingly nervous and excited at the thought of finally claiming what is rightfully his. He wonders if Lorry suspects anything yet; if he's starting to feel a sense of dread building in his chest as well. The anticipation is almost unbearable; it's a mix of fear, excitement, and desire that leaves Matt aching for release.

Finally, the clock strikes five, and Matt practically leaps out of his skin at the sound. He hurriedly packs up his things and makes his way out to the parking lot, ready to begin the next chapter in their twisted love story. The air feels charged with electricity as he approaches his car; tonight is going to be a night that neither of them will ever forget.

With a deep breath, Matt climbs behind the wheel and

With his heart racing in anticipation, Matt sets out on the long drive to Lorry's neighborhood. The winding roads and scenic views only serve to heighten his sense of urgency as he focuses on reaching their destination as quickly as possible without attracting attention to himself. The bag containing Lorry's lingerie sits on the passenger seat beside him, taunting him with its delicate lace and silk.

As the minutes tick by, Matt finds his thoughts drifting back to their earlier exchanges. He can still feel the anger radiating off Lorry's words like heat from a fireplace. It only serves to stoke the flames of desire burning inside him, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else. Despite himself, he can't help but wonder how Lorry will react once he sees him again, and whether or not his plan will ultimately work out as intended.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of winding roads and racing thoughts, Matt reaches the building where Lorry lives. His hands tremble slightly as he parks the car and steps out onto the sidewalk. He takes a deep breath, composing himself before making his way up to Lorry's door. The knocker feels cold and heavy in his hand; with every thud against the wood, his heart leaps into his throat.

"I hope you're ready for this," he mutters under his breath. "It's going to be quite a ride."

As Lorry staggers towards his building, Matt steps out of the shadows and swiftly moves to block his path. The boy tries to protest, but his words are slurred and incoherent. His eyelids droop heavily as Matt presses a cloth soaked with chloroform against his face, holding it there until he goes limp in his arms. It's a surreal experience, like being caught in a nightmare from which he can never wake.

With Lorry unconscious and safely secured against his body, Matt carries him back to the safety of his car. The bundle of softness feels impossibly light as he lifts him into the passenger seat, but there's an undeniable sense of power coursing through him as well. He buckles Lorry in carefully, making sure not to jostle him too much in case he regains consciousness prematurely.

For now, though, Matt has the luxury of time. As he starts the car and pulls out onto the road, he glances over at his unconscious boy with a mixture of awe and fear. Lorry looks so small and fragile in the seat beside him, but he also seems impossibly strong in a way that Matt can't quite put into words. It's as if their roles have been reversed; now it is Matt who feels like the prey, constantly looking over his shoulder for any sign of danger or betrayal from the one person he thought he could trust.

He wonders how long it will be until Lorry wakes up. Will he be angry? Scared? Maybe both? The uncertainty only serves to fuel the fire burning in Matt's chest, making his heart race with anticipation as he drives deeper and deeper into the night. Whatever happens next, there is no going back

Matt's grip tightens on Lorry's wrist as the boy tries to struggle free, wincing at his pathetic sobs and whimpers. Part of him wants to comfort him, to tell him everything will be alright, but he knows that won't happen now. Not when he's so close to finally claiming what is rightfully his. He can't afford any more delays; every passing moment puts them both at risk.

With a sigh of resignation, Matt forces Lorry down onto the ground and pins him there with a knee in his back. It's not comfortable for either of them, but it gets the job done. He pulls out the vial of chloroform again and carefully dabs a cloth against Loran's face, pressing it firmly against his nose and mouth until he starts to struggle less. It takes several moments before Lorry finally relaxes beneath him, and Matt can feel the weight of defeat in every limp muscle.

For a moment, all that can be heard is the sound of their labored breathing as they stare up at the night sky, their gazes locked together despite everything that's happening between them. There are so many things Matt wants to say to Lorry right now; apologies, confessions, pleas for understanding...

It's taken days to prepare for this moment, hours of careful planning and obsessive thought, but now that it's finally here... it all seems so surreal. Matt stands in the dimly lit garage, staring down at the figure huddled helplessly in his trunk. Lorry's chloroformed breathing is barely audible through the duct tape over his mouth; he looks like a small, wounded animal caught in a trap.

It takes Lorry several moments to process what Matt has just said; his eyes flick back and forth between the older man's face and the garage door before settling on the latter with a mix of fear and confusion. He shakes his head weakly, trying to clear it of the fog caused by the chloroform. "Please," he whimpers through the tape, "let me go."

Matt stands up straight and takes a step back, folding his arms across his chest. There's an odd mix of tenderness and steel in his gaze as he studies Lorry intently.

As Lorry's bonds are cut away and the gag is finally removed, he sucks in great gasps of air, his body shaking with relief and fear alike. Matt watches him closely, a mix of emotions playing across his features that he doesn't quite know how to process. His heart aches for the boy, but there's an undeniable thrill running through him as well; Lorry is helpless in his grasp, completely at his mercy.

He guides Lorry over to the bed and gently sets him down, noticing with some satisfaction that he seems to be trembling almost as much from fear as he is from cold. Matt walks over to a nearby dresser and pulls out a small vial of liquid, carefully pouring it onto his fingers before turning back to Lorry. "This will help you feel better," he says softly, cupping the boy's face in his hands.

As Lorry looks up at him, eyes still clouded with confusion and fear, Matt leans down and brushes their lips together, letting the liquid from his fingers trickle between them. It tastes bitter and metallic against his tongue, but there's a warmth spreading through him nonetheless. When he pulls away, Lorry's eyes are already growing heavier; it won't be long now before they both slip into oblivion.

With Lorry unconscious in bed and the rest of the house quiet, Matt allows himself a moment to simply stand there and take in the scene before him. It feels surreal, like he's living out some twisted fantasy that he never thought possible.

As Matt holds Lorry close in his lap, he feels an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over him. The boy's soft skin is impossibly warm against his fingers, and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes seems to echo through every fiber of Matt's being. He spends what feels like hours simply running his hands across Lorry's body, taking in every curve and valley, appreciating each unique detail as if it were a work of art.

It's only when exhaustion begins to creep into the corners of his eyes that he realizes how late it is; dawn is starting to peek through the windows. Reluctantly, he lifts Lorry back onto the bed and pulls up the covers, tucking him in as carefully as if he were a child being put to sleep for the night. A small part of him wonders if this will be their last night together; the thought is sobering, but it doesn't diminish the affection he feels toward Lorry even slightly. He carefully locks his hand to the bedframe with a handcuff. Just to make sure his dove doesn't escape

With one final glance at his sleeping beauty, Matt turns out the light and crawls into bed beside him, careful not to jostle or disturb the slumbering boy. It's hard for him to close his eyes with so many thoughts swirling around in his head, but exhaustion eventually wins out over anxiety, and he slips into a sleep.

Matt chuckles softly at Lorry's reaction and reaches out to cup his face in his hands. "It's just me, Lorry," he says gently. "You're safe here." There's an almost sad tenderness in his voice that belies the darker implications of their situation.

They sit there for a moment, eyes locked together across the bed as if they're trying to communicate something too profound for words. Finally, Lorry visibly steels himself and takes a deep breath before asking cautiously, "Where am I? What are you doing with me?"

Matt's smile turns somewhat wistful, but it doesn't fade entirely. He swallows hard before beginning to explain, his words coming out in a rush of emotion that he's been holding back for far too long. "Lorry, I love you," he blurts out, reaching up to run a finger beneath the younger man's eye.

Matt laughs, a strange mix of amusement and bitterness that sends shivers down Lorry's spine. "Oh, sweetheart," he says, tilting his head to the side in mock sympathy. "You had no idea who I was? You thought I was just some random person messaging you out of the blue?" He pauses for a moment, his expression shifting to one of regret before continuing with renewed determination. "Well, if that's what you believed, then consider this my apology for scaring you so badly."

He reaches across the bed and takes Lorry's hand in his, squeezing gently but firmly. "I love everything about you, Lorry," he says with a whispered intensity that makes the younger man tremble beneath his touch. "Every quirk and every flaw; I want to know you inside out, possess you entirely. I've built this whole... life for us, around us." He gestures vaguely toward the walls of the room as if they could contain all of his obsession.

As he speaks, the weight of Matt's words settles heavily on Lorry's chest; it feels like an anchor holding him down in this strange new reality where nothing is as it seems and no one can be trusted. He looks up at Matt with eyes full of confusion and fear, wondering if there's any truth to what the older man is saying or if he's just another crazed stalker out for blood.

But even as those thoughts chase each other through his mind, a small part of him can't help but feel drawn in by the sincerity in Matt's voice and the tender touch of his hand. It's a terrifying sort of attraction that Lorry doesn't understand and can't quite seem

Matt's lips curve into a satisfied smile as Lorry struggles to find the words. He watches, fascinated, as fear and disbelief battle for dominance on the younger man's expressive face. It's like being granted a front-row seat to some twisted game of tug-of-war, each flicker of emotion pulling at Matt's heartstrings in a different direction.

He reaches out and cups Lorry's cheek gently, forcing their eyes to meet. "I promise you," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion, "that I will take care of you. As long as you let me." There's an almost desperate pleading in Matt's tone that he can barely mask, and it makes Lorry feel even more trapped than before.

He pulls back slightly, studying the other man's expression with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. For a moment, it seems like Lorry might actually believe him; there's a softening around the edges of his eyes that Matt hadn't expected to see. But then those eyes narrow again, and he shoves roughly out of bed, stumbling away from Matt as if he can somehow escape this nightmare just by running far enough.

"No!" Matt cries out desperately, scrambling after him. He catches Lorry by the arm, yanking him roughly back toward the bed. The younger man tries to wrench free, but Matt is too strong; he pins Lorry down beneath him once more, chest heaving as he struggles for air and control.

"Please," Matt whispers hoarsely into Lorry's ear. "Don't fight me like this." His touch is gentle now, almost reverent as his hands explore every inch

Matt's slap echoes through the room, resonating with a violent rage that he didn't even know was there. He grits his teeth as he forces himself to take in deep breaths, trying desperately to keep control of the situation before it spirals out of hand.

The look on Lorry's face—the shock and pain mixed with fear and disbelief—only serves to fuel the anger coursing through him. His grip tightens around the younger man's arm, forcing Lorry back down onto the bed as he leans in close, his voice barely a whisper despite the sheer force behind it. "Do you have any idea what I've done for you? How much of my life I've sacrificed just to make you happy?" He presses their faces together, forcing Lorry to meet his eyes again. "... and all you can do is fight me like some sort of animal?"

Matt pulls Lorry roughly down the stairs and into the dimly lit basement of his home, the younger man sobbing in fear and pain as he's dragged along the floor. The older man is barely aware of it himself; all of his focus is centered on Lorry and the growing urge to hurt him for being so ungrateful. He pushes open a door marked 'Storage' and shoves Lorry inside, slamming the door behind them with a satisfying thud.

The room is mostly empty save for a few old pieces of furniture and some stacked boxes. Matt yanks Lorry around by his bound wrist until he stumbles to the center of the room, falling to his knees with an anguished cry. The younger man looks up at him through tears and snot, terrified but somehow defiant despite his obvious helplessness. It's as if Lorry has finally come back to life, no longer content to cower and beg for mercy; he's ready to fight.

The look on his face sends a shiver down Matt's spine, igniting a flame within him that he can barely contain. He takes a step forward, eyes locked with Lorry's, as he begins to undo his own belt, slowly unfastening it from his pants. "You want this?" he growls, the words hot and breathy against Lorry's skin. "You want to fight me? Well then, you've fucked with the wrong person."

With that, he yanks off his belt and swings it through the air before snapping it forward, aiming for the younger man's legs. The leather whistles through the air as it arcs toward its target, leaving a thin line of red against Lorry'

As Lorry reels from the sudden pain, Matt advances on him, his movements swift and deliberate despite the growing intensity of his rage. He whips the belt through the air once more, this time aiming for the boy's upper body; it connects with a loud snap against his skin, leaving a fresh welt across his back. Lorry cries out, his whole body tensing in anticipation of another blow.

Matt laughs darkly, low and menacing, as he steps even closer. He can feel the heat emanating from Lorry's body, can almost taste it on his lips. "You want to play rough?" he pants, his voice rough with excitement and fury. His next swing is harder than before, the leather biting deep into Lorry's shoulder before snapping away again. Blood trickles down the younger man's back, mixing with sweat and tears.

It feels like everything inside Matt has come loose; he no longer has control over his actions or his emotions. All that matters is this moment, the feel of Lorry's flesh beneath his belt, the power he wields over the younger man's body. He rains blow after blow upon the struggling boy, the leather lashing out again and again with brutal force.

With each strike, Matt feels a part of himself breaking free from its cage, spiraling wildly out of control. It feels good; liberating almost. He watches as Lorry's face contorts in pain, his lips drawn back in a silent scream, and knows that he could continue like this forever if he wanted to.

Matt's words feel like a knife slicing through the last shred of hope that Lorry has been clinging to, and he breaks down into tears anew as his vision blurs and his lungs burn for air. He tries desperately to pry Matt's hand away from his throat, but it's no use; the older man is stronger than he ever imagined, merciless in his wrath.

As Lorry's body begins to sag beneath him, growing weaker with each labored breath, Matt feels a strange mixture of satisfaction and shame course through his veins. It's intoxicating, this power he has over another person; it makes him feel invincible and alive in a way that nothing ever has before. But at the same time, there's a hollowness inside him, an emptiness that screams for something more...

Without warning, Matt releases his grip on Lorry's throat, pulling the belt away just enough to allow the younger man to breathe once again. He watches as Lorry sucks in great gasps of air, his chest heaving and his eyes filled with tears and terror. For a moment, they stare at each other, Matt's expression unreadable beneath the harsh glare of the basement light.

"I...," he starts, voice hoarse from shouting and lust. "... I don't know why I'm doing this." It sounds like a confession, a plea for understanding; even to his own ears, it comes out as pathetic and weak. He clears his throat roughly, trying to summon some vestige of the dominance he had only moments ago. "But you should be thanking me. I could have killed you."

Lorry glares up at him