This story is from a stalker’s point of view.
My name was Davie, and I worked everyday at McDonalds in New York City. While I had initially been hired to work an early morning shift, I had quickly changed my schedule once I saw one of the customers during the night. He was my age, but he looked like he was in college. He came in about an hour into my shift, and my eyes couldn’t leave him the entire time that he was in the restaurant.
He had blond hair, and his shoulders were broader than mine. He wore a red flannel long sleeve t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. His hair was ruffled, but it wasn’t messy. It was pretty, but it didn’t look like it required much effort to maintain. His eyes were a dreamy brown color. His eye color reminded me of chocolate, and it was incredibly alluring. I found myself stealing glances throughout the following shifts every day. He typically only bought a strawberry milkshake, and he used our free WiFi to work on homework for his college classes.
Today was no different. I helped prepare an order for an older male customer, handing him a chocolate milkshake. As he left the counter with his order number, Miles arrived at the counter. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him glance at me for a moment before staring up at the menu on display. I walked up to the register, leaving the milkshake station, and I tried to greet him warmly.
“Hello, how can I help you?” I tried to hide the eagerness in my voice, tapping my foot. Butterflies flew around my stomach, causing me to blush slightly as I stared at him. Luckily, the uniform also included a hat, so that drew attention away from my slightly flushed face.
“Hi, can I get a strawberry milkshake?” Miles asked. He began digging through his wallet before I could even reply.
“What size?” I asked.
“Uh, large please.” I typed up his order, and I looked up at him again.
“Anything else?” I asked. I studied his chin as he shook his head. He was the most handsome man ever. He was perfect. He was…my desire. I could feel myself grow excited down below, and I shook my head. He gave me the money for his order, and I handed him his milkshake.
Maybe I had to approach today differently. He was sitting by himself again. He always stayed for about an hour. Every once in a while, he’d stretch his shoulder. I tried my best to help the rest of the customers, but my eyes constantly darted over to him. He’d only been coming for a week, and I was seriously beginning to fall in love with him. I needed him and only him.
When he left the restaurant, I grew sad, and I feigned a stomach ache. I had a new idea. Something that I had never thought about doing beforehand. It was something incredibly risky. If he knew I was doing it, I could get arrested for it if he pressed charges. But, I needed to. I needed to see where he lived. I needed to see where he slept. Most of all, I absolutely needed him. I craved every inch of him, and I wanted to pleasure him in every imaginable way.
My boss let me off fairly easily as I had excellent attendance. We were well staffed as well. I packed up all of my stuff, and I left after slipping on my hoodie. Luckily, we didn’t need any logos or anything of that kind on our uniform if we were directly behind the register. All I had to do was hide my hat inside my backpack and put the hoodie on. I followed him down a somewhat-busy street. Cars passed by us, and I continued following him through the city.
He stopped for a moment to check his phone, and I drew closer, pausing to stay off his radar. He scanned the street for a moment, and I immediately buried my face in my phone to distract him. If he looked over at me, all he would see is my short brown hair. I wasn’t built or muscled like he was. In fact, I was shaking like a leaf because of the cold air. To make my shivering worse, it began to rain.
Then, he started walking again. He’d finished punching directions into his phone. I followed after him, and we drew closer to an apartment complex. I followed him up to the entrance, and he used his fob on the outer door.
“Wait!” I yelled as the door was about to slam closed. My body and voice acted before my brain could stop it. I didn’t even think about what I was doing. I just knew that I couldn’t let the door separate us. That would be worse than being denied an orgasm.
He caught the door before it closed, and he held it open for me as I jogged closer. I flashed him a smile, casting off my hoodie’s hood. He glanced at me as I went inside.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked.
“No…I was just walking home.” I cringed as I was forced to lie to him. He nodded, but then I saw him thinking. “I don’t think we met. I just go to community college.” Another lie. What was I doing to myself? My heart was beating so incredibly fast. But, it felt good to be this close to him finally without having to leave immediately to go serve other people. I just wanted to serve him.
He walked over to the elevator, and I followed him. We waited for a minute in silence, and then the elevator doors opened. He stepped inside first, and he hit the fifth floor button.
“What floor?” he asked.
“Huh?” I asked, surprised. My eyes darted to the available floors. Five was already chosen. “The-the fifth floor.”
“Oh nice.” He leaned back against the elevator’s wall. Then, we arrived at his floor. I nervously followed him out of the elevator, and I followed him down the hall as he went to his apartment. He was only a couple doors down, so it seemed reasonable that I would keep following him. Then, my hands twitched. I couldn’t let him leave my sight. I couldn’t. I couldn’t. I needed him. And, he needed me!
As he opened his apartment door, I smacked him in the back of the head. He fell to the floor, and I ran inside, shutting the apartment’s door. My eyes were wild with need and desire, but he was hurt. I hurt him. No, I was just getting as close as possible. He needed me to do that.
I dragged him off to the bed, and I laid him on top of it. Just in case, I searched his living room and kitchen. I managed to find a roll of duct tape, and I rushed back to his room. I wrapped it around his wrists twice, not wanting to restrain him too much or cut the blood flow.
Then, I stripped his shirt off of him. I touched his chest with both hands, tracing my hands across his abs. I flicked one of his nipples softly, provoking a sweet moan from him. Then, I planted a kiss on one of the nipples before sucking on it. I felt the nipple harden in my mouth, and I sucked harder. He struggled in his unconscious state, and then I felt him kick me in the stomach after his eyes snapped open. I tumbled off of his bed in shock, and I heard him scream.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he yelled at me. He tore at the tape with his hands as I managed to stand up. I winced, holding my lip. My head had slammed against the wooden floor surrounding his bed. “I-I recognize you now. You work at the McDonalds!” he continued yelling after ripping his hands free of the tape with his teeth. I managed to climb back to my feet, and I raised my hands apologetically.
“I’m sorry. I just–” I stuttered pathetically, backing up from his bed.
“You just what?” he came closer, getting off his bed. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and he slammed me against his dresser. I clawed at his chest as he hoisted me into the air, and my cock grew hard in my pants.
“I want you to fuck me. I…love you.” I tried to defend myself, admitting my feelings. His angry face changed, and his grip on me tightened. He glanced down, and he saw the tent in my pants.
“You fucking pervert.” He slapped me across the face, and he threw me onto the bed. He flipped me onto my back, and he straddled my chest.
“I’m sorry! Wait!” I tried to raise my arms, but he pinned them against the bed with either knee. He slapped me again and again until I couldn’t resist him at all. But, my cock continued to grow harder and harder, straining against my pants.
“Fine. You want me so bad, suck this,” Miles demanded. He unbuckled his jeans, and he tapped his cock against my lips. My eyes widened, and lust immediately seized my body, overpowering the pain radiating through my body.
I raised my head, sliding his cock into my mouth without using my hands. Then, he lurched forward even more, completely pinning me agains the bed. He started thrusting faster and faster into my mouth, and my heart beat faster and faster. He punched me in the stomach as he thrusted into my mouth like a jackhammer.
“You like that, you fucking pervert! Huh, tell me you do! Say it around my cock!” Miles yelled. He moved his hands to my hair and began slamming his cock into the back of my throat, making me choke and slobber all over him.
“I’m a fucking pervert, I like it. Punch me! Beat me!” I managed to say around his cock, creating suction with my slurps and my words. The thought crossed my mind that others who saw this may get the wrong idea if they lacked the context. The fact was that this was what I wanted. I wanted it since I made the move to follow him. I wanted it since the first time I saw him. I wanted him to hurt me. I wanted him to make me his. And, now I was in the position that I always desired.
His cock pulsed after a moment, and his hands tightened around my hair, pulling. He held his cock deep in my throat. I didn’t care about his size. I just cared that it was his cock that was about to shoot a load into my mouth. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt his cock explode in my throat. His come shot down my throat, making me gag around his massive cock.
He released my head, and I stared up at him in ecstasy. His eyes were trained on mine, and his eyes were awash with a similar feeling. I heard him grab a strip of duct tape, but I didn’t care. He wrapped it around my ankles and my wrists.
“You’re going to tell me why you followed me, pervert.” Miles sat on the side of the bed as I laid there, still licking my lips. I managed to sit up despite my bound hands.
“I wanted…that.” I said, trembling. The pleasure was so great. I needed more.
“You wanted me to fuck you like that. What are you, some sort of freak?”
“Maybe, but I’d let you do that any time you want.” I stared at him, trying to judge his response.
“Hmm, that’s too good of an offer to refuse,” he said. My eyes widened in surprise, and he crawled across the bed back over to me before pinning me down again.
“Say that you’re mine. Say your name, and that you are mine.”
“I…Davie…am…yours.”
