Theo could feel himself getting carried away. He had come to the club this evening feeling like his chest was breaking apart. He wanted and needed to get it out. To have someone else to feel how he was feeling. He couldn’t make him pay but after all these years anyone would do. The blonde in his arms felt perfect for the job. He looked nothing like him, but he moaned in the same way and loved to have his nipples twisted. If he closed his eyes Theo could almost believe it was him.