Chapter 27 Victor
VICTOR
Ifollow Theo down the familiar corridor, something knotting in my chest. I’ve fucked him in this mirror room before—dominated him completely—but tonight everything’s different. Tonight I’m giving him something I’ve never given anyone.
“Nervous, Daddy?” Theo asks, a playful smile curving his lips as he unlocks the door.
“Fuck off,” I mutter, but there’s no heat behind it. Truth is, I am nervous. My palms are sweating. Me—Victor Kaine—sweating over taking it up the ass.
The room looks exactly as I remember: mirrors everywhere, reflecting us from every angle. The bed sits center stage, waiting.
“Strip and lie on your back,” Theo commands, his voice suddenly firm.
I hesitate, not used to being the one following orders, but my cock throbs painfully at his tone. I pull my shirt over my head, watching Theo’s eyes darken as they track across my chest.
Once naked, I lower myself onto the bed and look up.
My reflection stares back at me from the mirrored ceiling—my broad shoulders, the tattoos covering my arms and chest, and my cock standing embarrassingly hard against my stomach.
I can see myself from every angle, vulnerable in a way I’ve never been.
“Look at you,” Theo murmurs, climbing onto the bed between my legs. “So beautiful for me.”
Before I can respond, he pushes my thighs apart and drops his head. The first touch of his tongue against my ass makes me jolt.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets.
Theo looks up, meeting my eyes. “Relax, Victor. Let me make you feel good.”
His tongue circles my entrance again, more insistent this time. I force myself to breathe, to surrender to the sensation. When he pushes inside me, pleasure rockets through my body.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan, my back arching off the bed.
Theo hums against me, the vibration sending shockwaves up my spine. I look up at the mirror, seeing myself spread out beneath him, his head between my legs. The sight should embarrass me, but it only makes my cock twitch harder against my stomach.
I’ve had Theo’s tongue and fingers working my ass before, pushing me past my comfort zone, and holy fuck—I love it.
I never knew my body could feel this way until Theo’s clever fingers found that spot inside me.
But tonight’s different. More intense. Knowing his cock is going where only his tongue and fingers have been pushes me somewhere between terror and desperate need.
“You okay?” Theo asks, his mouth leaving my entrance. I feel empty, wanting his touch back.
“Yeah,” I manage, my voice rough. “Don’t stop.”
He reaches for a small bottle on the nightstand—lube he must have brought over specifically for this. The snap of the cap opening echoes in the mirrored room.
“I’m going to go slow,” Theo says, warming the clear gel between his fingers. “Open you up right.”
I nod, unable to form words as I watch him in the ceiling mirror. My massive frame dwarfs his, yet here I am, legs spread, waiting to take him inside me.
“You’ve taken my fingers before,” he continues, his slick index finger circling my entrance. “Remember how good that felt?”
I grunt in response. Of course I remember. I’ve jerked off to the memory more times than I’m willing to admit.
When his finger pushes in, I force myself to relax, to remember the pleasure. It comes easier than I expected, my body already trained to welcome him.
“That’s it,” he praises, working deeper. “Just like that.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me carefully. The burn gives way to pleasure as he curls his fingers, finding my prostate so easily.
“Fuck!” I gasp, my cock jerking against my stomach, leaking pre-cum onto my abs.
“We’re going to take our time,” Theo says, adding more lube. “My cock is a lot bigger than my fingers, and I want you to enjoy every second of this.”
I stare at the ceiling mirror, watching Theo stretch me open with his fingers.
A weight lifts that I didn’t know I was carrying as he looks at me, his eyes dark with desire but so fucking careful at the same time.
Theo is extraordinary. Not just his body or the way he moves, but him.
All of him. I care about this man more than I’ve ever cared about any woman I’ve dated or any friend I’ve had.
The realization should terrify me, but right now, all I feel is a bone-deep certainty.
“More,” I growl, surprising myself.
Something wild flashes in Theo’s eyes, like he’s been unleashed. He adds a third finger, stretching me wider, and I hiss at the burn.
“Look at you taking my fingers so well,” he says, voice dropping to a register I’ve never heard before. “Big bad Victor Kaine spreading his legs for me, hungry for my cock.”
His words should humiliate me. Instead, my dick throbs harder.
“You want to know what I’m going to do to you?” Theo continues, working his fingers deeper. “First, I’m going to fill this greedy hole with a plug, get you nice and desperate. Then I’m going to suck that beautiful cock while you feel how full you are.”
I groan, hips pushing against his hand involuntarily.
Theo reaches for something beside the bed—a black silicone plug I didn’t notice before. He slicks it generously with lube, then slowly withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and aching.
“Ready?” he asks, positioning the plug at my entrance.
I nod, beyond words. The pressure builds as he pushes it inside me, stretching me wider than his fingers did. When it slides home, I feel impossibly full, the base snug against my ass.
Theo trails kisses along my thighs before taking my cock into his mouth without warning. The dual sensation—his hot mouth around me while the plug presses against my prostate—nearly makes me come on the spot.
“Fuck, Theo,” I gasp, one hand finding his hair.
“Hands off,” Theo commands, pulling away from my cock just long enough to fix me with a stare that makes my entire body tense. “I’m in control now, remember?”
I release his hair immediately, placing my hands flat on the bed beside me. “Sorry,” I mutter, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
“That’s better.” Theo smiles, his eyes never leaving mine. “Tonight’s about you surrendering.”
Christ, it makes my stomach flip when he talks like that—like he owns me. Me, Victor Kaine, the man who controls everything in his life, lying back with a plug in my ass while another man tells me what to do.
And fuck if I don’t love it.
Theo returns to my cock, taking his time now.
His tongue traces the underside, making me fight to keep my hips still.
I’ve never been good at patience, always taking what I want when I want it.
But now I’m learning what it’s like on the receiving end—the exquisite torture of being at someone else’s mercy.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs against my skin, looking up at me through his lashes.
I can’t respond; I can only watch him in the mirrors surrounding us. His lean body between my thighs, the contrast of his smaller frame against my larger one. He’s so fucking beautiful it hurts—all graceful lines and fluid movement where I’m all hard edges and bulk.
My eyes drift to his cock, standing fully erect between his legs. It’s not as thick as mine but so fucking pretty—smooth and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. Knowing it’s going to be inside me has me breathing harder, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
I never thought I’d want this so badly. Never thought I’d be staring at another man’s dick, desperate to feel it stretch me open. The plug shifts inside me with every small movement, reminding me how full I already feel and promising more to come.
“Theo,” I groan, unable to articulate what I need, but knowing he needs to fuck me now before I lose my mind.
Theo pulls off my cock with a wet pop, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “What do you want, Daddy? Tell me exactly what you need.”
The question hangs between us. My throat tightens as I struggle to form the words. I’ve never asked for this—never even admitted to myself I wanted it.
“Tell me,” Theo insists, one hand reaching down to twist the plug slightly.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily. “I want—”
“Yes?” He’s enjoying this too much, making me say it aloud.
“I want your cock,” I finally manage, my voice barely recognizable.
Theo’s smile grows wider. “Where? Be specific.”
“Jesus Christ, Theo,” I growl, frustration mounting.
“That’s not an answer.” He slowly removes the plug, leaving me empty and aching.
“Inside me,” I grit out. “I want your cock inside me.”
Theo positions himself between my legs, his cock slick with lube, but doesn’t push forward. “Ask nicely.”
Something in me breaks. “Please,” I whisper, then louder: “Please fuck me. I need it. I need your cock inside me. Please, Theo.”
The satisfaction on his face is unbearable. “You beg so fucking well,” he purrs. “Who would believe Victor Kaine could sound this desperate?”
Before I can respond, he presses the head of his cock against my entrance. The pressure builds as he pushes forward—a slow, relentless slide that burns despite his careful preparation.
“Breathe,” Theo reminds me.
I exhale slowly as he sinks deeper, filling me inch by inch. I fix my gaze on the ceiling mirror, watching this impossible scene unfold—I’m spread open, Theo’s cock disappearing inside me. The visual is almost too much.
“Look at you taking me,” Theo whispers, his voice full of awe. “Look at us.”
My eyes lock on the mirror as Theo bottoms out inside me, his cock stretching me in ways I never thought possible. The burning sensation gives way to a fullness that makes my breath catch.
“You like that, Daddy?” Theo asks, but his voice has changed. Gone is the submissive tone I’m used to. Instead, his words drip with dominance as he grips my thighs, pushing them wider apart.
“Fuck,” is all I manage as he pulls back and slams forward again, finding exactly where I can’t bear it.
“Answer me properly,” he commands, slapping my thigh hard enough to sting. “Does Daddy like being my little bitch?”
The words should infuriate me—I’m Victor fucking Kaine—but instead, pre-cum leaks onto my stomach as my cock throbs untouched.
“Yes,” I gasp, hardly recognizing my own voice. “Yes, I like it.”
Theo grins wickedly, establishing a rhythm that has me gripping the sheets. “Look at us,” he orders, nodding toward the ceiling mirror.
The sight is staggering. His hands look tiny against my thickly muscled thighs, yet he takes me effortlessly.
“Such a good Daddy,” Theo purrs, reaching for my cock. “Taking my dick so well. Who would’ve thought the big bad fight club owner would love being fucked like this?”
He angles his hips, hitting that place that makes my back arch off the bed. And it gives me a deeper appreciation of his responses when the roles are reversed.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan, the familiar endearment slipping out.
Theo’s eyes flash with something unleashed, his hips slamming forward with renewed force. “You still calling me baby when I’m balls deep inside you, Daddy?”
The word sounds different coming from him now—a dark taunt rather than a submissive plea. He grips my thighs tighter, spreading me wider as his cock hits that spot inside me with devastating accuracy.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my cock leaking steadily onto my stomach without being touched.
“You like that, don’t you?” Theo’s voice is unrecognizable—harsh and commanding. “Look at your hole stretching around my cock. So greedy for it.”
I look up at our reflection, watching his cock disappear inside me over and over. The sight should humiliate me, but it only makes my cock harder.
“Fuck it feels so good,” I groan again, unable to stop myself. “Stretching my ass so good.”
“That’s right,” he growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “And I’m going to breed Daddy tonight. Fill you up with my cum.”
Jesus Christ, I shouldn’t love hearing that. But my cock jerks violently at his words, pre-cum pooling on my abs. I’ve never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming. The pressure inside me builds with every thrust, my prostate sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my body.
“I’m close,” I warn, fighting desperately against my impending orgasm. I want this to last forever, this heady violation, this beautiful surrender.
“Not yet,” Theo commands, slowing his pace torturously. “You don’t come until I’ve fucked you properly, Daddy.”
His use of the name, combined with the filthy promise, has me teetering on the edge.
Nothing in my life has ever felt this good—not winning fights, not dominating in the ring, not even being buried inside Theo himself.
Nothing compares to the feeling of his cock claiming me, reshaping me from the inside out.