Chapter 40 Theo
THEO
Victor’s cock fills me completely, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I never imagined he’d take me here—in the center of his domain, surrounded by his fighters. The thought alone makes me dizzy with arousal.
“Let them hear how much you want it,” Victor growls, his breath hot against my ear.
I meet his eyes, unable to hide my satisfaction. He’s claiming me publicly, something I never thought possible months ago when he could barely look at me outside a locked room.
“Please,” I moan, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Please let me come, Daddy.”
Around us, the gym has transformed. Cruz looms over Micah, who’s bent over a weight bench. His tattooed hands grip Micah’s hips as he drives into him hard. Micah’s face contorts with pleasure, his earlier cockiness replaced by raw need.
“Fucking take it,” Cruz grunts, the muscles in his arms flexing with each powerful thrust.
On the other side of the ring, Jonah has Remy pressed against the wall.
Despite Jonah’s smaller stature, he controls the pace, his hips snapping forward as Remy’s head falls back, mouth open in silent ecstasy.
There’s something beautiful about the contrast—Jonah’s compact power against Remy’s lean frame.
Victor pulls my hair harder, forcing my back to arch. “You like seeing them all lose control because of us?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he hits my prostate. “God, yes.”
His pace increases, body covering mine completely. The ring ropes creak with each thrust, adding to the symphony of groans and skin slapping against skin that fills the gym.
“They’re watching you take my cock so well,” Victor growls. “Showing them exactly who you belong to.”
The dual sensations of Victor’s cock inside me and the knowledge that we’ve broken down his final wall of resistance push me dangerously close to the edge.
I glance over at the others—Cruz still slamming into Micah who is bent over the weight bench, Jonah’s hand spanning Remy’s hip—and feel a wicked impulse rise. The whole gym is moving with us, and I want to give them something to remember.
“Why don’t we really give them a show?” I suggest, my voice rough with desire. “Let me show them how well I can suck my own cock while you’re fucking me.”
The gym falls silent except for heavy breathing. Cruz freezes mid-thrust, his tattooed body suddenly still above Micah.
“Seriously? That I’ve got to see,” Cruz says, his voice thick with desire.
Jonah pauses, his hand still gripping Remy’s hip. “Is that physically possible?”
Victor leans down, his lips brushing my ear as he growls, “That’s for me only.” His fingers dig into my hips possessively. “But if you want to show off, fine. This is the only time that particular skill gets displayed, or all the men here will want to steal you away.”
I turn my head to meet his eyes, finding both heat and vulnerability there.
“No one can ever take me from you,” I whisper, meaning every word. “No one.”
Something shifts in Victor’s expression—a tension releasing—and he nods once, repositioning me on my back in the center of the ring. He grabs a towel from the stack at the corner of the mat without breaking eye contact with me.
Victor’s eyes never leave mine as he slides the rolled towel beneath the small of my back, elevating my hips. The position change makes his cock press deeper inside me, and I gasp at the sensation.
“Ready to show them what you can do, wildfire?” Victor’s voice is a mixture of pride and possessiveness.
Around us, the tempo changes. Cruz slows his powerful thrusts into Micah, both men turning to watch. Jonah and Remy pause their frantic movements, their bodies glistening with sweat as they adjust to get a better view.
I take a deep breath, feeling Victor’s strength supporting me as I hook my legs back, pulling my knees toward my shoulders.
The position opens me completely to him while bringing my cock tantalizingly close to my face.
With practiced flexibility, I extend my neck and take the head of my own cock between my lips.
“Holy fuck,” Cruz growls.
Victor starts moving again, each slow, deliberate thrust pushing me deeper into my own mouth. The dual sensation is overwhelming—Victor filling me completely while I taste myself, my senses overloaded with pleasure from both ends.
“Goddamn, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Jonah says, his rhythm with Remy slowing to a sensual grind.
The size difference between us has always been a point of fascination, but seeing it reflected in their hungry expressions heightens everything.
Victor grips my thighs, pushing them further, displaying me to everyone as he drives deeper and forcing my cock further into my mouth. “Show them, baby. Show them how fucking perfect you are.”
I moan around my own cock, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me as Victor’s pace increases, each thrust precise and devastating.
The gym fills with a chorus of groans as Victor’s pace intensifies, my body bent in ways that showcase my flexibility. The slick sounds of my mouth working my own cock mix with the wet slap of Victor’s thrusts.
“Make him come like that,” Cruz calls out, his voice thick with desire. His body glistens with sweat as he maintains his grip on Micah. “Fucking hell, make him shoot in his own mouth.”
Victor responds by adjusting his angle, deliberately hitting my prostate with more force. The dual assault—his cock stretching me open while I taste my own precum—has me trembling on the edge.
“You heard them,” Victor growls, his fingers digging into my thighs. “Let them see how you swallow every drop for Daddy.”
Jonah’s voice joins the chorus. “That’s it, boss. Show us how he takes it both ways.”
My moan vibrates around my cock as Victor reaches beneath me, his large hand cupping my balls, tugging them gently as he continues his relentless pace.
The combination of Victor’s cock hitting my most sensitive spot, my mouth working my own length, and the hungry eyes of four men watching our display pushes me toward an inevitable climax.
“Give it to him harder,” Remy urges, his voice breathless as Jonah continues grinding into him. “Make him fill his own mouth.”
Victor’s rhythm becomes punishing, each thrust pushing me deeper into my own mouth. “You ready to show them, baby? Show them how you swallow for me?”
I can only moan in response, completely surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure building from both ends of my body. Victor feels impossibly large inside me, claiming me entirely as the pressure builds to an unbearable peak.
I nod, accepting Victor’s challenge, my eyes locked on his as I continue to pleasure myself. With his next powerful thrust, he grips my hips hard enough to bruise.
“Come now,” Victor commands, his voice raw and dominant. “Show them all who you belong to.”
The combination of his authoritative tone, the relentless pressure against my prostate, and the taste of my own precum pushes me over the edge.
I explode in my mouth, hot pulses filling it as I struggle to swallow around my own cock.
Some of my release spills from the corners of my lips, trickling down my cheek as I moan around my length.
Victor’s eyes darken watching me swallow, his rhythm faltering slightly as he fights his own climax. “That’s it, wildfire. Take it all.”
Behind us, Cruz lets out a primal growl. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he announces, driving deep into Micah one final time. His fingers dig into Micah’s hips as he empties himself inside the younger fighter.
The sight pushes Micah over the edge too, his back arching as he comes untouched across the weight bench beneath him.
Across the gym, Jonah’s controlled movements grow erratic. “Can’t hold back anymore,” he gasps, gripping Remy’s waist as he thrusts deeply, claiming him completely. Remy follows immediately, his release painting the wall in front of them as Jonah fills him from behind.
Victor is the last to surrender, his massive body covering mine completely as his thrusts grow desperate. He leans down, his lips against my ear.
“You’re fucking mine,” he growls, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Taking my cock so well in front of everyone. Gonna fill this tight ass with my cum, claim you from the inside.” His voice drops lower. “Breeding this pretty little hole so everyone knows you’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”
With a final thrust, Victor buries himself to the hilt inside me, his cock pulsing as he floods me with his release. I feel every throb, every hot spurt filling me as he claims me completely.