Chapter 151: Their Glory hole -4

Victor withdrew his fingers slowly.

Theo’s hole clenched around the sudden emptiness, fluttering open and closed.

A thin trail of lube and his own slick leaked down the back of his balls.

He made a low, desperate sound and tried to push back his ass, chasing the stretch. Reid’s hand on his hip stopped him cold.

"Stay."

And he stayed.

Silas rose and crossed to a low cabinet against the wall. Theo heard the soft click of a latch, the whisper of something being lifted.

When Silas returned he carried a length of soft black leather - wide cuffs connected by a short, heavy chain.

He crouched in front of Theo’s face so Theo had to look at him.

"Give me your wrists."

Theo offered them without hesitation. The leather was cool and smooth as it wrapped around each wrist.

Silas buckled them snug - tight enough that Theo felt the constant reminder of restraint, loose enough that his fingers still had full sensation.

The short chain between them clinked softly when Silas clipped it. Theo’s arms were now bound in front of him. He rested his bound wrists on the carpet and felt the weight of the cuffs with every small movement.

Reid’s hand slid up Theo’s spine and settled between his shoulder blades, he slowly pressed him down until his chest met the floor, and his ass raised higher.

The position left him completely open. His cock hung heavy and neglected between his thighs, the head dark and shiny, a continuous thread of precome stretching toward the carpet.

Victor’s palm came down on his right ass cheek.

The first slap was measured - sharp enough to sting, controlled enough that the sound cracked through the quiet room. Heat bloomed instantly under the skin.

Theo jerked forward with a startled gasp as the slap landed. His cock swung and slapped wetly against his stomach. Before the sting could fade, Victor’s hand landed on the other cheek, harder.

The impact forced another thick drop of precome from Theo’s slit.

"Count them," Victor said.

Theo’s voice came out rough. "One... two..."

The third slap landed lower, catching the sensitive place where his thigh met his ass. Theo’s hole clenched hard. His bound hands curled into fists against the carpet.

Reid’s fingers dug into the back of his neck, holding him in place while Victor continued - slow, deliberate strikes that built a deep, burning heat across both cheeks.

Theo counted each one, voice growing shakier, until he reached ten. By then his ass felt hot and swollen, every nerve ending raw and screaming.

His cock was so hard it hurt, the skin stretched tight, the head an angry red.

Silas moved in front of him again. He had freed his cock fully and was stroking it with unhurried pulls, watching Theo’s face. When Theo’s counting ended, Silas pressed the wet head against Theo’s lips.

"Open up for me."

Theo opened. Silas pushed in deep - deeper than before -until Theo’s nose pressed against the neat trail of hair at the base of his cock.

Theo’s throat convulsed around the thick intrusion. Spit flooded his mouth and spilled from the corners of his lips, running down his chin in thick strands.

Silas held him there, one hand in Theo’s hair, forcing him to take the full length while Victor’s hand returned to his burning ass and began to knead the abused flesh.

The dual sensation - throat stretching, ass throbbing - made Theo’s eyes water. Tears slipped down his cheeks.

His cock leaked in steady pulses.

Reid’s voice came from behind, low and rough.

"He’s dripping like a whore."

Victor’s fingers returned to Theo’s hole - three this time, slick and demanding.

They pushed in without preamble, stretching him wider than before. Theo cried out around Silas’s cock. The sound was wet and broken.

Victor fucked him with those three fingers in long, deep strokes, curling them deliberately against the sensitive spot inside on every other thrust.

At the same time Reid reached under and wrapped a tight fist around the base of Theo’s cock, squeezing hard enough to cut off any chance of release.

Theo’s whole body shook. His hole clenched rhythmically around Victor’s fingers. His throat worked around Silas. His cock throbbed violently in Reid’s punishing grip, the head so swollen and dark it looked almost purple.

Precome poured from him in thick, clear ropes that soaked Reid’s fingers and dripped to the floor.

Silas pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop. Theo gasped, strings of spit connecting his swollen lips to the glistening cock. Silas wiped the mess across Theo’s cheek with the head of his cock, smearing it, marking him.

"Look at the state of you," Silas murmured. "Cuffed, red-assed, drooling, and still not allowed to come."

Victor’s fingers scissored inside him, stretching him further. A fourth finger pressed at the rim. Theo’s eyes flew wide.

The burn was intense, overwhelming. His hole fought the intrusion for a second before yielding and stretching to accommodate it.

Victor worked the four fingers deeper, slow and relentless, until Theo felt impossibly full.

The stretch bordered on too much. His cock jerked hard in Reid’s fist. A full-body tremor ran through him.

Reid leaned down until his mouth was against Theo’s ear, breath hot.

"We’re going to open you until you can take all three of us. You’re going to feel every inch. And you’re not going to come until we say you can -no matter how hard you beg."

Theo’s voice cracked. "Please... I need..."

Victor’s free hand cracked across his already burning ass again, harder than before. The sharp sting cut off the plea.

Theo’s hole clenched violently around the four fingers buried inside him. Fresh tears spilled down his face.

Silas caught his chin and forced his head up.

"You don’t need. You take what we give you. Understand?"

Theo nodded, dazed, spit-slick, trembling on his knees with his wrists bound, ass glowing red, hole stretched wide on Victor’s hand, cock trapped and denied in Reid’s iron grip.

Victor’s voice was calm, almost soft.

"Good boy. Now we continue."