The Penthouse Claim

The Maybach glided into the underground garage of the Voss brothers’ penthouse, the engine’s low growl echoing off polished concrete. Luca’s hands were still trembling on the wheel when Alexander cut the ignition from the backseat remote.

“Upstairs,” Julian said, voice thick with promise. “Now”.

Luca followed them into the private elevator. The mirrored walls reflected three bodies pressed too close: him sandwiched between the twins, their heat seeping through his uniform. Julian’s hand slid possessively around Luca’s throat, not choking, just holding; while Alexander’s fingers traced the line of his spine.

When the doors opened directly into the penthouse, Luca barely had time to register the view from floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the glittering Thames before they were on him.

Julian pinned him against the nearest wall, mouth crashing down in a kiss that was filled with raw hunger. Alexander pressed in from behind, grinding his hardening cock against Luca’s ass through their clothes.

“Strip him,” Alexander ordered, voice low and commanding.

Julian broke the kiss long enough to yank Luca’s jacket off, tossing it aside. Buttons flew as Alexander tore open Luca’s shirt. Trousers and boxers followed in a frantic pile. Within seconds Luca was naked, cock straining upward, already leaking.

Julian dropped to his knees.  

He took Luca into his mouth without warning—deep, wet heat swallowing him down to the base. Luca’s head thunked back against the wall, a broken moan escaping.

Alexander stayed behind him, fingers sliding between Luca’s cheeks. He’d already grabbed the small bottle of lube from his pocket. One slick finger circled Luca’s entrance, then pushed inside. Luca bucked forward into Julian’s throat, earning a pleased hum around his cock.

“Fuck, he’s tight,” Alexander murmured, adding a second finger, scissoring slowly. “Gonna feel incredible when we’re both in him again”.

Julian pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny. “Bedroom. Now.”

They half-carried, half-dragged Luca down the hallway to the master suite. The room was massive: king bed with black silk sheets, a padded bench at the foot, and a wide mirror on the opposite wall that reflected everything.

Julian shoved Luca onto the bed on his back. Alexander stripped quickly, revealing the same sculpted body Luca had only glimpsed in the rear-view mirror—broad shoulders, defined rock hard abs, thick cock already hard and flushed.

Julian followed suit, then climbed over Luca, straddling his hips.

“Hands above your head,” Alexander said.

Luca obeyed. Alexander produced soft leather cuffs from the nightstand, fastening Luca’s wrists to the headboard. Julian grabbed more lube, slicking his own cock generously.

“Gonna open you up properly this time,” Julian said, voice rough.

He pushed Luca’s knees back toward his chest, exposing him completely. Then he pressed three fingers inside, slow but relentless, curling against Luca’s prostate until Luca was writhing, begging.

“Please…. oh fuck, please….mngh..”

Julian withdrew his fingers and lined himself up. He thrust in deep in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Luca cried out, back arching off the bed.

Alexander watched for a moment, stroking himself. Then he moved behind Julian, reaching around to stroke Luca’s cock while Julian fucked him hard, rough and steady.

“Think you can take both of us again?” Alexander asked, voice dark.

Luca nodded frantically. “Yes……god, yes”.

Julian pulled out slowly, leaving Luca empty and aching. Alexander took his place, sliding into Luca’s stretched, twitching hole with a low groan.

Julian moved up the bed, straddling Luca’s chest. He fed his cock into Luca’s mouth, still slick from being inside him. Luca moaned around the length, tasting himself on Julian.

Alexander fucked him deep and slow while Julian used his mouth. Then they switched again, Julian back in Luca’s ass, Alexander in his mouth.

After several minutes of this delicious torment, Alexander pulled out of Luca’s mouth.

“Time to really fill you”,  he said.

Julian lay back on the bed, pulling Luca on top of him. Luca straddled Julian’s hips, sinking down onto his cock with a shuddering moan. Julian gripped his hips, holding him steady.

Alexander knelt behind them, slicking his cock again. He pressed the head against Luca’s already-occupied entrance—right beside Julian’s.

Luca’s breath hitched and he cried out . “Fuuuck…..it’s too much”. “You’ll take it like the good boy you are”, Julian whispered roughly against his ear.

Alexander pushed in slowly, carefully. The stretch was intense—two thick cocks forcing their way inside Luca’s ass together. Luca’s hands gripped Julian’s shoulders, nails digging in as he took them both.

When Alexander was fully seated, they stilled, letting Luca adjust. The fullness was overwhelming—every nerve lit up, pressure building fast.

Then they moved.

Julian thrust up while Alexander thrust down—opposite rhythms at first, then syncing, driving into Luca together. Luca’s cock bobbed between them, leaking steadily onto Julian’s stomach.

Alexander reached around to stroke Luca’s cock in time with their thrusts. Julian leaned up to bite Luca’s neck, leaving a dark mark.

“You’re ours,” Julian growled against his skin. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Luca gasped. “Both of you….fuck….please…hngh”.

They sped up. The bed creaked. Luca’s moans turned into broken cries.

“Come for us,” Alexander ordered, squeezing Luca’s cock.

Luca shattered.

He came hard, spilling over Julian’s abs, body clenching so tightly around both cocks that the twins groaned in unison. Julian came first—deep inside Luca with a guttural sound. Alexander followed seconds later, hips shuddering as he pulsed alongside his brother.

They stayed buried in him, breathing hard, sweaty bodies pressed together.

When they finally eased out of Luca’s cum filled overstretched hole, Alexander uncuffed Luca’s wrists and pulled him down between them. Julian kissed his forehead while Alexander stroked his back.

“Good boy,” Alexander murmured.

“Ours,” Julian added softly.

Luca smiled, boneless, sweaty and blissed-out, already craving the next time.