Victor’s rhythm stutters.
“You’d feel everything,” Julian continues, his voice a heady, addictive tone now and it sends a shiver through my entire body. “Every thrust I give, you’d receive through Victor. And everything you do to Theo, you’d feel amplified from behind.” His eyes fix on Victor. “A man like you—who needs topossess and be possessed simultaneously—there’s nothing more perfectly designed for you.”
“Christ,” Victor breathes, his forehead dropping to my shoulder.
45
VICTOR
The pressure builds as Julian keeps speaking. His words paint irresistible, filthy images in my mind—me fucking Theo while Julian fucks me. My hips drive forward with more force, my rhythm growing erratic. I won’t last long like this, not with Theo’s tight heat around me and Julian’s explicit promises.
“I think it’s time for the main event,” Julian says, his voice commanding the room. He pulls out of Elliot with deliberate slowness, his cock glistening. “Before we all finish too soon.”
I reluctantly withdraw from Theo, my body aching with need. The four of us stand in the mirrored room, our reflections multiplying around us. My cock stands painfully hard against my stomach, precum beading at the tip.
Julian gestures toward a large, cushioned area in the center of the room. “This is where the magic happens,” he says with a predatory smile. “Victor, get on all fours for your boy. Let Theo open you up while Elliot does the same for me.”
I’ve only bottomed for Theo a handful of times before. The thought of doing it here, with an audience and not Theo’s cock, has terror and want pulling in equal directions.
“Don’t overthink it,” Julian says, noting my hesitation. “Just feel.”
I drop to my hands and knees on the cushioned platform, positioning myself in front of the mirrors. Theo moves behind me, his hands gentle but confident as they stroke my back.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, reaching for the lube. “Trust me.”
Beside me, Julian assumes the same position, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror as Elliot kneels behind him.
I feel Theo’s slicked cock pressing against my entrance, the pressure both intimidating and thrilling. He pushes forward slowly, and I force myself to relax, to accept him. The burn gives way to fullness, and when he’s fully seated inside me, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“That’s it,” Theo murmurs, his hands gripping my hips. “Take me, just like I take you.”
Theo’s cock stretches me in ways that still feel unfamiliar. The fullness, the invasion—part of me wants to resist, to reassert the dominance I’m accustomed to. But another part—a part I’m still learning to accept—craves this surrender.
“Look at yourself,” Theo whispers, gripping my hips with bruising force. “Look in the mirror.”
I raise my head. The sight nearly undoes me: my powerful body on all fours, muscles tensed, face flushed with pleasure and submission. Beside me, Julian maintains eye contact through the mirror, his expression a mixture of pain and ecstasy as Elliot works into him.
“Fuck,” I growl as Theo hits that spot inside me that sends electric pulses up my spine. My cock jerks, dripping precum onto the cushion below.
Julian laughs breathlessly. “Good spot, right? The mighty fight club owner, brought to his knees by a cock hitting his prostate.”
I should be angry at his taunt, but I’m too lost in sensation. Theo’s rhythm grows more demanding, each thrust pushing me toward a cliff I’m terrified to fall from.
“You’re both so fucking beautiful like this,” Elliot murmurs, his hips snapping against Julian’s ass. “Two alphas, finally learning how good it feels to take it.”
Julian moans, his composure slipping. For a moment, we’re mirror images—two men who’ve spent our lives dominating others, now finding unexpected pleasure in submission.
Theo reaches around to stroke my cock, and I nearly collapse from the dual stimulation. Julian watches hungrily.
“I’m ready,” Julian announces suddenly, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to be in the middle. I want to fuck and be fucked at the same time.”
I swallow hard and nod, unable to form words as desire overwhelms reason. My cock throbs painfully, desperate for relief.
“Theo, on all fours,” Julian instructs, his voice smooth as silk but brooking no argument.
Theo complies, positioning himself in front of me, his ass raised in invitation. I move behind him, my hands trembling slightly as I grip his hips. With one fluid thrust, I bury myself inside him, groaning at the tight heat that welcomes me. Theo lets out a breathy moan, pushing back against me.
“Now bend forward, Victor,” Julian says, moving into position behind me. “Keep your cock inside him.”
