I reach around and grip the base of his cock, feeling where he disappears into Theo. The connection of all three of us linked together like this—it’s intoxicating.
“You feel that? Feel how deep you are in him?” I continue, my voice dropping to a growl. “I’m even deeper in you. Marking you from the inside where no one else has ever been.”
I establish a new rhythm, controlling his movements completely, pulling him back onto my cock and then pushinghim forward into Theo. His breathing becomes erratic, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm.
“That’s it,” I encourage, releasing his cock to slide my hand up his sweat-slicked chest. “Let me control you. Let me use you. Mine.”
“I’m yours,” Elliot gasps between thrusts, his voice breaking with desperation. “Only yours, Julian. I never want another cock in my ass—only yours.”
His words hit me like lightning, sending a current of possession through my body. I’ve had countless men submit to me, but hearing those words from a man who denied his desires for so long is beyond arousing. My grip tightens on his hips hard, claiming him with my fingers as thoroughly as my cock.
“Say it again,” I demand, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears.
“I’m yours,” he repeats, pushing back against me with newfound urgency.
I can barely control my thrusts now, driving into him with a ferocity that borders on violence. Elliot’s body trembles between Theo and me, caught in a perfect storm of sensation.
Theo groans, his head thrown back as Elliot continues to thrust into him. “That’s it,” he encourages, his voice thick with pleasure. “Fill my ass like a good boy, Elliot.”
Something territorial snaps inside me at those words. “No,” I growl, yanking Elliot’s head back by his hair so he can see the intensity in my eyes. “Only I get to call him that. He’s my good boy.”
Theo looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t challenge me further, too lost in his own pleasure to care about my sudden possessiveness.
I lean forward; my chest pressed against Elliot’s back as I thrust deeper. “Come for me now,” I command directly in his ear. “Come inside him like the good boy you are.”
Elliot’s entire body tenses at my order, a broken cry tearing from his throat as he obeys instantly. I feel his muscles clenching rhythmically around my cock as he empties himself into Theo.
Theo groans. “Fuck, yeah. Fill my ass. Going to make me come so hard.” He grunts as he reaches his climax. “Fuck.”
The knowledge that he came on my command, that his body responds so perfectly to my voice, pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me without warning, and I pump my release deep inside him, claiming him completely.
I’m still pumping the last of my release into Elliot when I grab his hair tighter, keeping him still as the aftershocks ripple through both our bodies. His ass clenches around me, milking every drop as if desperate to keep me inside him.
“That’s it,” I growl against his ear, “take every fucking drop of my cum. You’re so goddamn tight around me—like your body was made to be filled with me.”
I reach around to feel where his softening cock is still buried in Theo, and a surge of possessiveness floods through me.
“Pull out of him,” I command, my voice leaving no room for argument. “Now.”
Elliot whimpers but obeys, slowly withdrawing from Theo’s body. The action makes him clench around my still-hard cock, drawing a hiss of pleasure from my lips.
“Look at you, such a greedy little cock slut for me,” I murmur, biting the sensitive spot where his neck meets his shoulder. “Taking my load while you fill someone else. Did you like that?”
I keep my cock buried deep inside him, not willing to break our connection yet. Instead, I turn my attention to Theo, who’s still on all fours in front of us, looking back with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Theo,” I say, my voice dropping an octave lower, “push it out. I want to see my boy’s cum leaking from that tight little asshole of yours.”
Theo doesn’t protest, instead arching his back and bearing down. I watch, transfixed, as Elliot’s release begins to seep from Theo’s entrance, a visible claim that somehow only intensifies my possessiveness of Elliot.
“That’s it,” I encourage, reaching around to stroke Elliot’s spent cock, making him jerk against me. “Look at what you did, Elliot. Look at how you marked him with your cum. Almost as deep as I’ve marked you.”
My fingers trace along Elliot’s spine, feeling him shiver under my touch. “You took my cock so well, let me fill you up and mark you from the inside.” I lean closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “I’m never letting you go now. Not after seeing how well you respond to me. You’re mine, Elliot. Only mine.”
I feel the exact moment his mind catches up with his body—the subtle tensing of his muscles, the hitch in his breathing. The reality of what he’s done, who he’s become, no doubt washes over him in a crashing wave.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers, his body stiffening against mine.
But that tension—that beautiful tightening of his ass around my cock—has an immediate effect. Blood rushes back to my groin, and I feel myself hardening inside him all over again.
