Chapter 28 Theo
THEO
I’ve never seen anything so perfect—Victor Kaine, the embodiment of hypermasculine strength, spread open beneath me, taking my cock like he was made for it.
Best fucking birthday present I could have imagined, though I wish he’d had the courage to show up earlier, to stand beside me when my friends were celebrating.
“You feel that, Daddy?” I grip his thighs harder, driving deeper. Each thrust is punctuated with the anger I’m still carrying.
“Fuck, yes,” Victor gasps, his head thrown back, exposing the thick column of his throat.
I snap my hips forward, rougher than I intended, but Victor’s response is immediate—his monster cock twitches violently against his abs, leaking steadily without a single touch.
“Look at you,” I marvel, digging my fingers into his flesh. “So fucking hard just from my cock in your ass.”
His eyes flutter open, catching our reflection in the ceiling mirror. The sight of himself—this beast of a man with thighs thicker than my torso—getting fucked and loving it seems to drive him wild.
“Never seen a man your size get this hard from just being fucked,” I tell him, rotating my hips to hit his prostate. “No touching needed for Daddy, huh?”
Victor moans, a sound so vulnerable I almost forgive him for constantly keeping me his dirty secret. Almost.
I slam into him harder, letting my hips snap forward with all the force my smaller frame can generate. I want him to feel every inch, want him to remember who’s inside him each time he sits tomorrow at his precious fight club.
“You like being my secret little slut, don’t you?” I growl, gripping his wrists and pinning them above his head with one hand. “Big, tough Victor Kaine, taking it up the ass and fucking loving it.”
His eyes widen at my words, but his cock jerks violently against his stomach. I’ve found the sweet spot—the humiliation that turns him on even as it terrifies him.
“What would your fighters think if they saw you now?” I twist my hips, grinding against his prostate. “Their big boss spread open, begging for my cock?”
“Fuck—Theo—” he gasps, chest heaving.
I reach down with my free hand and grip his throat, not squeezing but establishing control. “Say it. Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”
“I fucking love it,” he admits, voice breaking as I drive deeper.
I release his wrists to grab his thighs, pushing them back toward his chest, opening him further. The new angle makes him howl.
“This is what you’ve been afraid of?” I snarl, pounding into him relentlessly. “This is why you won’t acknowledge me? Because you’re afraid someone might know how good I make you feel?”
His only response is incoherent groaning, his eyes rolling back.
“Look at yourself,” I command, forcing his chin toward the ceiling mirror. “Look at what you’re denying.”
Victor’s gaze locks on our reflection—his powerful body surrendering completely to mine, his untouched cock leaking steadily onto his abs. I can see the moment something breaks inside him, some wall crumbling as pleasure overwhelms his shame.
As I drive deeper into Victor, something shifts in his eyes—a final surrender that makes my breath catch.
“Ruin me, wildfire,” Victor groans, voice cracking with vulnerability I’ve never heard from him before. “Fuck, I love it. Love your cock inside me.”
The admission hits me like a shot of pure adrenaline. Victor Kaine, who can bench press me without breaking a sweat, is begging me to wreck him. I’ve never wanted anything more.
“Yeah?” I slide my palm down his sweat-slick chest, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. It pulses against my palm, hot and heavy. “You want me to ruin you?”
His hips buck up instantly, driving himself deeper onto my cock while thrusting into my grip. The dual sensation makes him cry out.
“Theo—fuck—don’t,” he gasps, eyes wild. “I won’t last if you do that.”
I tighten my grip on his shaft, pumping in rhythm with my thrusts. His entire body trembles beneath me.
“Good,” I say, leaning down to bite his chest, leaving marks he’ll see tomorrow. “I want to fuck the cum out of your cock and then keep going.”
Victor’s eyes widen, gripping the sheets so hard I hear threads tearing. I can feel him tightening around me, fighting the inevitable.
“That’s right, Daddy,” I whisper, twisting my wrist on the upstroke while driving my cock against his prostate.
“I’m going to make you come just from my cock in your ass and my hand on your dick.
And then—” I slow my pace, making each thrust deliberate and deep, “—then I’m going to keep fucking you through the oversensitivity until you’re begging me to stop. ”
Victor’s chest heaves, sweat glistening across his muscles as he stares up at me with something like awe.
I grab Victor’s legs and hook them over my shoulders, giving me the perfect angle to rail into him with everything I’ve got. I expect resistance, hesitation—this is his first time bottoming, after all—but what happens instead stuns me.
Victor plants his hands flat on the bed and starts pushing back against me, meeting every thrust with powerful movements of his own. His eyes never leave our reflection in the mirror as he begins taking control from the bottom.
“Harder,” he growls, muscles flexing as he works himself onto my cock. “Don’t treat me like I’m fucking fragile.”
I comply, slamming into him with bruising force, but Victor just laughs—a dark, hungry sound.
“That all you got? I know you’re angry with me.” His voice drops to something dangerous. “Fucking show me.”
The challenge ignites something primal in me. I grip his thighs hard enough to leave marks and drive into him with punishing strokes, aiming directly for his prostate with each thrust.
“Fuck—yes—like that,” he pants, working his hips in counterpoint to my rhythm. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
A sheen of sweat covers both our bodies as I pound into him relentlessly. Victor’s cock slaps against his abs with each thrust, untouched but leaking steadily.
“Please,” he begs, his voice stripped of its usual command. “Wreck me, Theo. Make me feel it tomorrow.”
I reach forward and twist his nipples roughly, making him arch and cry out. His cock jerks violently, and I can tell he’s close.
“Gonna come just from my cock, Daddy?” I taunt him, drilling his prostate mercilessly.
“Yes—fuck—don’t stop,” Victor gasps. “I’m gonna—”
With a roar that echoes off the mirrored walls, Victor’s cock erupts without a single touch. Thick ropes of cum splash across his chest and abs, painting white streaks over the dark tattoos that cover his torso.
“Fuck, it’s so beautiful to see you like this,” I marvel as Victor’s release coats his abs. I keep my promise, maintaining my relentless pace even as he twitches with oversensitivity. “Look at you, coming untouched on my cock.”
Victor writhes beneath me, his muscles tensing at the continued stimulation against his prostate. His hands grip the sheets as he alternates between gasping and cursing.
“Too much—fuck—don’t stop,” he contradicts himself, voice broken.
I watch in fascination as his cock, briefly softened after such an intense orgasm, begins to fill again. The transition is mesmerizing—blood rushing back, veins becoming more pronounced, the head darkening as it swells.
“Your dick is so fucking beautiful,” I tell him, mesmerized by how it responds to my continued thrusts. “Getting hard again just for me.”
My own orgasm builds rapidly as Victor’s body grips me like a vise. The sight of this powerful man surrendering so completely, the way his cock hardens again despite having just climaxed—it’s too much.
“Gonna come inside you,” I warn, my rhythm becoming erratic. “Gonna breed this virgin ass.”
“Do it,” Victor growls, surprising me as he reaches up to grip my hips, pulling me deeper. “Fill me up, baby.”
The permission breaks my last thread of control. I slam into him one final time and release, pumping him full as waves of pleasure crash through me. Victor moans as he feels the warmth flooding his insides, his eyes locked on mine.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, grinding against me to work through every pulse of my orgasm.
As I slowly regain my senses, a devious thought crosses my mind. I pull out carefully and tap Victor’s thigh.
“Push it out,” I command, sliding down between his legs. “Let me see what I left inside you.”
I slide down between Victor’s powerful thighs, watching as he tenses his muscles to follow my command. My release begins to leak from him, pearly white against his skin. The intimacy of the moment is almost too much—this ultimate surrender from a man who struggles to even acknowledge me in public.
“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, leaning closer.
I dart my tongue out, collecting my own release as it emerges from Victor’s body. The taste is familiar, but the context makes it filthy in the best possible way. I press my tongue flat against his entrance, lapping up every drop I deposited inside him.
Victor’s reaction is immediate and visceral. His entire body jerks, a guttural moan tearing from his throat.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Theo,” he gasps, clutching at the sheets.
I continue my ministrations, circling his sensitive rim with my tongue, dipping inside to gather more of my cum. Each thrust of my tongue makes Victor’s cock twitch against his abs, rapidly hardening again despite his earlier release.
“You like that, Daddy?” I ask between licks. “Like me cleaning up my mess?”
Victor’s only response is a strangled groan as his cock reaches full hardness again. I’m so focused on the task at hand that I don’t notice his change in posture until it’s too late.
With a speed that belies his size, Victor surges upward. In one fluid movement, he flips our positions, pinning me beneath his bulk. His eyes are wild, pupils blown with lust as he looms over me.
“My turn,” he growls, positioning himself between my legs.
Without preamble, he pushes inside me in one brutal thrust. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming after everything we’ve already done.
“We’re going to do this all fucking night,” Victor promises, voice rough as he establishes a mind-blowing rhythm. “Going to wreck you just like you wrecked me.”
Despite my earlier anger about being his secret, I can’t find it in me to care right now. Not with Victor moving inside me like this, not with the way he’s looking at me—like I’m something precious and dangerous all at once.
“No complaints here,” I gasp, arching into his thrusts as my spent cock hardens the moment he hits my prostate.
As he moves inside me, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that strips away pretense, I recognize truth in this moment that terrifies me far more than being his secret.
I’m not just breaking Victor’s walls. He’s breaking mine too.