Chapter 45 Victor #2
It’s fascinating watching Julian and Elliot together. I’d always assumed Elliot was purely submissive, taking Julian’s lead in everything. But the way Elliot commands Julian now, the way Julian responds—there’s clearly more fluidity to their dynamic than I realized.
Julian’s composure cracks further under Elliot’s words. “Careful,” Julian warns, his voice strained but still carrying that edge of authority. “Keep it up and once we’re done here, I’ll flip you over and pound you until you scream.”
Elliot laughs, the sound surprisingly dominant coming from his lips. “You can do that after we’ve all bred each other as promised,” he purrs, “and after Theo’s had his release. Wouldn’t want to leave anyone unsatisfied.”
The mental image of all of us finishing inside one another, the chain of pleasure and release, sends a jolt through my system. My cock pulses inside Theo, and I’m suddenly desperate to see him come undone.
A thought occurs to me—something that will blow their minds and push us all closer to the edge. Despite having said I wouldn’t let anyone else, but me, see it again, this will be an exception. I clear my throat, my voice rough with desire.
“I think Theo should get on his back and suck his own cock while we do this,” I suggest. “Make sure no cum gets wasted.”
The movement behind me freezes. Julian and Elliot both groan in disbelief.
“That’s... that’s possible?” Julian asks, his usual smooth confidence replaced with genuine shock.
A surge of pride rushes through me. “Sure is,” I confirm, unable to keep the satisfaction from my voice. My boy is talented, and I love showing him off.
Theo doesn’t need to be asked twice. He slides forward, breaking our connection momentarily, and grabs a pillow from nearby.
He positions himself on his back, placing the pillow under his hips.
Then he hooks his hands behind his thighs, pulling them toward his chest and shoulders in a display of flexibility that makes Julian curse under his breath.
The position brings Theo’s cock tantalizingly close to his mouth while elevating his ass to the correct height for me to enter him again. His eyes meet mine, dark with desire and a hint of exhibitionist thrill at showing off his unique talent.
“Goddamn it,” Julian curses, his composure completely shattered as he watches Theo bend himself into position.
Elliot’s eyes widen. “That’s fucking hot as hell.”
I feel a surge of pride as Theo shows off his flexibility, sucking the tip of his cock into his mouth while maintaining eye contact with all of us.
I position myself again, sliding back into his tight heat with one smooth thrust. The angle pushes his hips even closer to his mouth, allowing him to take himself deeper.
“Exquisite,” Julian says, his voice strained. He’s still buried inside me, but has stilled his movements, captivated by the sight before us.
Theo hollows his cheeks, making wet sounds as he pleasures himself. His ass clenches around my cock with each bob of his head, creating another layer of pleasure that has me gritting my teeth to maintain control.
“I won’t last long seeing this,” Julian admits, his breathing ragged.
“Never seen anything so fucking dirty,” Elliot adds, his hips starting to move with renewed urgency behind Julian.
The chain reaction begins again—Elliot’s thrusts drive Julian deeper into me, which pushes me further into Theo, which forces Theo’s cock deeper into his own mouth. The visual of Theo performing this impossible act while taking my cock has my balls drawing tight. I’m barely hanging on.
The sight before me is pure filth—my boy, my Theo, sucking himself off while I pound into him, and get pounded at the same time, all of us connected in this beautiful human chain.
Between the pressure of Julian’s cock inside me and the vice grip of Theo’s ass, I’m dancing on the edge of an orgasm more intense than anything I’ve experienced before.
“Fuck!” I curse, my entire body trembling. “I’m going to blow any fucking minute.”
Julian’s grip on my hips tightens painfully. “Same here,” he gasps, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Can’t—can’t hold back much longer.”
“Come for me, my king,” Elliot commands from behind Julian, his voice strained but authoritative. “Fill Victor’s ass. Breed him deep.”
The filthy command echoes through the mirrored room. Theo releases his cock from his mouth with an obscene pop, his eyes locking with mine.
“Breed me, Daddy,” Theo demands, his voice hoarse and desperate. “Fill me up while Julian fills you.”
It’s too much—the sight of Theo contorted in front of me, Julian’s relentless pressure against my prostate, the dirty words firing in rapid succession. The pressure builds to an unbearable point.
“Now,” Elliot groans. “Fucking now!”
I feel Elliot’s orgasm ripple through our chain—his hips stutter against Julian, driving him deeper into me. Julian curses loudly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he erupts inside me, filling me with hot pulses that push me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I roar, my vision blurring as I empty myself into Theo’s tight heat. Each pulse of my cock feels like it’s being ripped from my soul, intensified by Julian still coming inside me.
“Fuck yes, take my load,” I growl.
Theo moans, his cock jerking as he shoots directly into his own mouth. His throat works visibly as he swallows every drop, his eyes never leaving mine.
We collapse in stages, our breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. But we’re not done. Elliot moves first, sliding from behind Julian and dropping to his knees beside us. He pushes Julian aside and buries his face between my ass cheeks, his tongue lapping at Julian’s release as it leaks from me.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, still sensitive from everything.
Elliot rises, his mouth full of Julian’s cum. He turns to Julian, who grabs him roughly and pulls him into an open-mouthed kiss. I watch as they pass Julian’s seed between them, Elliot eventually swallowing with a satisfied moan.
Taking their cue, I slide down Theo’s body and spread his cheeks, finding my own release leaking from his hole. I clean him with broad strokes of my tongue, gathering my own essence.
When I’ve collected enough, I crawl up Theo’s body and crush my mouth against his. Our tongues battle as we share the taste of my release mingled with the remnants of his own.