Chapter 150: Their Glory Hole -3

Victor’s hand never sped up.

He kept the same measured stroke -full and firm, spreading Theo’s own slick from the head of his cock to the root - while Theo knelt between them with his mouth full.

Reid’s cock rested heavy on his tongue. Silas’s fingers stayed threaded through his hair, not forcing, only guiding the slow bob of Theo’s head.

Every time Theo took Silas deeper, Victor’s thumb pressed just under the head of Theo’s cock, a precise pressure that made Theo’s hips jerk and his throat tighten around the cock in his mouth.

Spit ran down Theo’s chin. It dripped onto his chest, cool against the heat of his skin.

His own cock throbbed so hard it hurt, the skin stretched tight, the head swollen and dark.

Victor’s fist was the only relief and the worst torment at once. It was moving too slow, too controlled.

Every upward drag pulled another clear bead of cum from the tip; every downward stroke smeared it along the shaft until Theo’s entire cock length was glistening with cum.

Reid spoke, and his voice came low above Theo.

"Look at me."

Theo lifted his eyes. Reid’s face was flushed, his jaw was tight, the scars on his chest was rising and falling with each controlled breath.

Reid’s hand left Theo’s neck and settled instead at the hinge of his jaw, he used his thumb to strok the stretched corner of Theo’s mouth where his cock once was.

The touch was almost gentle. It made Theo moan around him.

Silas pulled free with a wet sound. A thin strand of saliva connected Theo’s lower lip to the head of Silas’s cock before it broke.

Silas stroked himself once, twice and continued, watching Theo’s open mouth, then stepped aside so Victor could take his place.

Victor did not free his own cock yet. He only kept stroking Theo - slow, relentless - while he looked down at him.

"You’re shaking."

Theo was in fact shaking. Fine tremors ran through his thighs, his shoulders, the muscles of his stomach.

His balls had drawn up tight against his body. The pressure at the base of his spine had become a constant, burning ache.

He could feel every heartbeat in the head of his cock. Precome leaked in a steady thread now, coating Victor’s fingers, dripping onto the carpet between his knees.

Victor released him.

The sudden absence of touch made Theo gasp. His cock bobbed in the air, wet and dark, twitching with every pulse.

The cool air felt almost painful against the overheated skin of his cock. He made a broken sound, half protest, half plea.

Reid moved behind him again. Strong hands settled on Theo’s hips and guided him up onto all fours on the carpet.

The position left him open, exposed, his cock hanging heavy between his legs, still dripping of precome.

Reid’s palm smoothed down the length of his spine, slow and possessive. Silas knelt in front of him, cock still hard and wet from Theo’s mouth, and fed it back between Theo’s lips.

Theo took it gratefully, sucking harder now, chasing any friction he could get.

Victor’s hands returned - this time to Theo’s ass.

He spread him open with deliberate care. Cool air touched the sensitive skin there.

Theo clenched instinctively. Victor’s thumb stroked once over the tight furl of his hole, not pressing in, only circling, spreading the wetness that had gathered from earlier teasing.

Theo’s whole body jolted. A full-body shiver ran through him. His cock jerked hard between his legs, another thick drop of precome falling to the carpet.

"Breathe," Victor murmured.

Theo tried. The breath came out shaky around Silas’s cock. Victor’s thumb kept moving in slow circles, light pressure, never quite pushing inside. Then a slick finger replaced it.

Theo felt the cool glide of lube, the careful press. The finger sank in to the first knuckle, then deeper, slow enough that Theo felt every millimeter of the stretch.

His hole fluttered around the intrusion. His cock leaked steadily. Silas’s hand tightened in his hair as Theo moaned around his cock still in his mouth.

Reid’s voice came from behind, it was rough with restraint.

"He’s tight."

"I know," Victor answered. He worked the single finger in and out with the same unhurried rhythm he had used on Theo’s cock - full, deliberate strokes that rubbed over the sensitive nerves just inside his asshole.

Theo’s arms trembled. His head dropped forward until his forehead rested against Silas’s thigh. Spit ran from the corner of his mouth.

His own cock swung with every small movement of Victor’s hand, aching, untouched and still leaking.

A second finger joined the first.

The stretch burned in the best way. Theo’s hole clenched hard around the intrusion.

Victor scissored his fingers gently, opening him, spreading more lube, never rushing. Every slow thrust brushed that spot inside that made Theo’s vision blur and his cock jump.

Precome stretched in long strings from the tip now. His balls felt full, heavy, drawn up tight.

The need to come had become a physical pressure behind his eyes, in his gut, in the base of his spine.

Silas pulled free of his mouth. Theo’s lips were swollen and shiny with spit.

Silas cupped his face and kissed him - deeply and unhurried, tasting himself on Theo’s tongue -while Victor’s fingers kept working him open.

Reid’s hand reached under and finally wrapped around Theo’s cock again, matching Victor’s rhythm exactly. Stroke for stroke. Finger and fist moving in perfect, devastating sync.

Theo broke the kiss with a broken sound.

"Please... let me cum"

Victor’s fingers curled inside him, pressing firmly against that sensitive place. Reid’s fist tightened just under the head of his cock. Silas’s mouth brushed his ear.

"Not yet," Silas whispered. "We’re still taking our time with you."

Theo’s body shook between them - open, dripping, stretched on Victor’s fingers, cock throbbing in Reid’s grip, mouth swollen from being used - while the three of them held him right at the edge and refused to let him fall.