Chapter 6 Victor
VICTOR
Ilose myself in the tight heat of his body, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
Theo’s smaller frame beneath me is a revelation—so different from the women I’ve been with.
His narrow waist fits perfectly in my grip, my hands nearly spanning his entire midsection.
The contrast of our bodies—my bulk covering his lithe form—sends a primal surge through me that I never expected to feel with another man.
“Fuck,” I growl, watching where our bodies connect.
His ass looks obscene, stretching around me, the rim taut and flushed pink. I’ve never seen anything so erotic—the way he takes all of me despite the obvious size difference. His body shouldn’t be able to accommodate me, yet he does, greedily swallowing every inch I give him.
I drag my cock almost completely out just to watch his hole cling to me, refusing to let go, before pushing back in with deliberate slowness. I’m hypnotized by it. Each thrust reveals more of this unexpected beauty—the elegant curve of his spine, the subtle definition of muscle under smooth skin.
“So fucking tight,” I mutter, eyes fixed on where we’re joined.
His shoulders bunch as he braces against the arm of the chair, his delicate shoulder blades shifting beneath his skin. Everything about him is delicate, refined—the complete opposite of my roughness. I trace the notches of his spine with my fingertips, marveling at how responsive he is to my touch.
When I spread my hands across his lower back, my thumbs nearly meet at his spine while my fingers wrap around his sides.
This visual evidence of how much smaller he is only intensifies my arousal.
I’m unable to look away as my cock disappears into his body over and over, stretching him impossibly wide.
I’ve never felt this powerful—or this desperate—during sex before. Dominating someone so beautiful yet strong unlocks a primative side of me.
I grip Theo’s hips harder, my fingers digging into his flesh as I drive into him relentlessly. Each thrust pulls these desperate little sounds from him—half-moans, half-whimpers that feed a dark and hungry place within.
“Harder,” Theo gasps, his voice breaking as I slam into him. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
His words spark something primitive in my chest. I increase my pace, watching his back arch beautifully beneath me.
“That’s it,” he pants, turning his head to look at me over his shoulder. His eyes are glassy with pleasure, his lips parted and swollen. “God, you’re so fucking big. Fill me up.”
I grunt in response, unable to form coherent words while watching his ass take every thrust. The sight of my cock disappearing into his tight hole over and over has me mesmerized.
“Breed me,” he moans suddenly, his voice dropping to a raw and desperate tone. “Want you to come deep inside me. Want to feel you pump me full.”
My rhythm falters momentarily at his filthy request. The image his words conjure—marking him from the inside, claiming him completely—nearly pushes me over the edge.
“Yeah? That what you want?” I manage to growl, regaining control of my pace. “Want me to flood this tight little ass?”
“God, yes,” Theo whimpers, pushing back against my thrusts. “Please... I need it, Daddy.”
My entire body seizes, cock pulsing dangerously as heat rushes through me. I’ve never—fuck—I’ve never reacted like this before. I’m always in control during sex, always the one setting the pace, deciding when to finish.
But that single word from his lips nearly undoes me completely.
I grip the base of my cock with brutal force, gritting my teeth as I fight against the sudden, overwhelming urge to come. My thighs tremble with the effort of holding back, sweat beading across my forehead.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Say that again.”
Theo looks back over his shoulder, eyes half-lidded, and lips parted in a sultry expression that punches the air from my lungs. Sweat glistens along the elegant curve of his neck as he fixes me with a gaze so intense it feels like a physical touch.
“Breed my ass, Daddy,” he purrs, the words like velvet wrapped around steel.
The last of my control splinters and falls. I stop fighting it. Stop fighting all of it. My vision nearly whites out as pleasure tears through my body, unstoppable and violent.
“Fuck—Theo—” I choke out, my fingers digging brutally into his hips.
I’m coming before I can stop myself, my cock pulsing wildly as I flood his insides.
The sensation is overwhelming—his tight heat milking every last drop from me as my hips jerk forward in uncontrolled thrusts.
My entire body trembles with the force of my orgasm, muscles locked as waves of pleasure crash through me.
But I don’t stop moving. Can’t stop. If I pause, even for a moment, reality might catch up to me. My brain might start processing what just happened—what I just did. How I completely lost control at being called Daddy by another man.
I keep thrusting through my climax, grinding deep circles inside him, feeling my cum making everything slicker, hotter.
The obscene wet sounds of our bodies meeting only drive me on.
My cock stays miraculously hard despite just having the most intense orgasm of my life.
Desperation keeps me rigid, and nothing else matters but staying right here.
“That’s it,” Theo encourages breathlessly, pushing back against me. “Don’t stop. Want to feel you everywhere.”
I slide my hands up his sweat-slick back, marveling at the contrast between us—my large, rough palms against his smooth skin. There’s still so much of him I want to discover, so many ways I want to take him. So many things I never knew I craved until this moment.
I’m still buried deep inside him, my cock pulsing with aftershocks, when Theo speaks.
“Let me up,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Wanna feel you fuck me against the wall.”
The suggestion sends a jolt of renewed lust through me. My cock is somehow still iron-hard and twitching at his words.
“Fuck yeah,” I growl, the image already forming in my mind.
I withdraw slowly, watching as my length slides out of his stretched hole. My cum leaks from him, trailing down his inner thigh. It should disgust me—should make me recoil with shame—but instead, it sends a surge of pride through my chest. I’ve marked him. Claimed him.
Theo turns around to face me, his lithe body gleaming with sweat in the dim light. His cock stands proudly against his abdomen, hard and leaking again. I take in his flushed face, his parted lips, his mussed hair—all evidence of what we’ve done, what I’ve reduced him to.
Without hesitation, I hook my hands under his thighs and lift him effortlessly. His weight is nothing to me—another reminder of our size difference that sends blood rushing to my already hard cock. I press him against the nearest wall, positioning him so his legs wrap around my waist.
And then, before I can process what’s happening, Theo leans forward and presses his lips against mine.
I freeze. Kissing seems more intimate than everything we’ve done so far. More real. My brain short-circuits at the contact—the soft press of his mouth, the faint tickle of his breath against my skin.
But then his tongue traces the seam of my lips, and everything I’ve been holding back breaks loose. I groan into his mouth, deepening the kiss with a hunger that surprises me. My tongue slides against his as I press him harder into the wall, one hand moving up to tangle in his hair.
The kiss is nothing like I expected—not soft or yielding but demanding and fierce, an exact reflection of the man in my arms.
I break the kiss and glance down between us. Theo’s cock is leaking steadily against his stomach, the head flushed dark and glistening with pre-cum. The sight of him—so hard, so desperate—sends another surge of heat through my veins.
“Fuck, look at you,” I growl, adjusting my grip on his thighs. “Already dripping for me.”
His dick twitches in response, another bead of pre-cum sliding down his length. I position myself at his entrance, feeling the slick heat of my own cum still inside him. When I push back in, the angle is completely different—deeper, and more intimate with his face right in front of mine.
“Oh god,” Theo gasps as I bottom out.
I start to move, using my strength to lift his entire body up and down my cock. Each time I lower him, his cock rubs between our bellies, leaving wet smears across my skin.
“So fucking obscene,” I pant. “Taking my cock so well.”
The angle lets me see everything—his face contorted in pleasure, his leaking cock bouncing between us. Nothing I’ve ever seen comes close to this, this beautiful man impaled on my cock, helpless to do anything but take what I give him.
I adjust my stance, planting my feet wider for leverage, and start fucking up into him. His back thumps rhythmically against the wall, his hands scrabbling for purchase on my shoulders.
“So deep,” he whimpers, his cock jerking between us, leaving more sticky trails across my stomach. “God, Daddy, you’re so big like this.”
Daddy on his lips rips another growl from my throat. I grip his ass harder, spreading his cheeks wider so I can drive even deeper. His thighs tremble around my waist, his cock continuing to weep.
“That’s right,” I snarl against his ear, my voice barely recognizable. “Daddy’s going to fuck the cum out of you. I want you to paint me in it.”
Theo’s head falls back against the wall, a wicked grin spreading across his flushed face. Not a hint of uncertainty in his expression—just pure, confident desire. Even pinned against the wall, impaled on my cock, he somehow maintains that maddening self-assurance that first drew me to him.
“Is that what you want?” His voice is rough but steady. He locks eyes with me, pupils blown wide with lust. “I’ll paint you in cum all damn night if you want, Victor. Again and again until you’re fucking drenched in it.”
His cockiness sends another surge of heat through me. I adjust my grip, spreading his ass wider as I drive upward, hitting that spot inside him that makes his cock jerk between us.
“Prove it,” I challenge, grinding deep circles inside him.
Theo’s back arches off the wall, his fingers digging into my shoulders as I hammer into him. I can feel him tensing, his thighs trembling around my waist as his breathing becomes more erratic.
“Fuck—Daddy—” he gasps, his cock pulsing between us.
The first jet of cum hits my chest with surprising force, followed by another that reaches my collarbone.
Theo’s entire body seizes around me, his hole clenching rhythmically as he paints my torso in thick white stripes.
The sight of him—head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream, cock jerking untouched between us—is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.