The Weekend Retreat

The Voss brothers’ country estate sat on the edge of the Cotswolds, a sprawling stone manor hidden behind high hedges and a long private drive. Luca had driven them there on Friday evening, the Maybach’s headlights cutting through the fog as they left London behind. The twins had been quiet during the ride. Julian scrolled on his phone, Alexander watching the passing countryside, but the tension in the car had been electric, like the calm before a storm.

Now, Saturday morning, Luca stood in the master bedroom’s en-suite, staring at his reflection in the full-length mirror. Bruises bloomed across his hips and thighs; dark fingerprints from Julian’s grip, a faint bite mark on his collarbone from Alexander. His cock twitched at the sight, already half-hard despite the soreness.

A knock on the doorframe.

Alexander leaned against the frame, shirtless, low-slung gray joggers doing nothing to hide the outline of his morning erection. “Breakfast is ready downstairs. But first…”

He stepped inside and closed the door. Julian appeared behind him a second later, towel slung around his neck, hair still damp from the shower.

“On your knees,” Alexander said, voice soft but unyielding.

Luca dropped immediately, knees hitting the heated tile. The twins closed in, flanking him.

Julian tilted Luca’s chin up. “You’ve been so good this week. Letting us use you in the office, in the car, at home. Today we want to see how much you can take before you beg.”

Luca’s breath hitched. “Yes, Sir.”

Alexander reached into the pocket of his joggers and pulled out a slim black plug with a wide base and a small remote. He coated it generously with lube. “Open your mouth first.”

Luca parted his lips. Alexander slid the plug in, letting Luca taste the silicone and lube before pulling it out and pressing it against his entrance. Luca pushed back instinctively.

“Relax,” Alexander murmured, pushing the plug in slowly. The stretch was familiar now, almost comforting. When the widest part popped past his rim, Luca moaned, forehead dropping to Alexander’s thigh.

Julian chuckled darkly. “Good boy. Now stand.”

Luca rose on shaky legs. Julian fastened a thin leather harness around Luca’s waist and thighs—straps that framed his cock and balls, leaving them exposed and framed. A small ring at the front held a short chain with a weight attached. Every movement would tug on his balls.

Alexander pressed the remote. The plug buzzed to life on low—steady vibrations that made Luca’s knees buckle.

“Walk,” Julian ordered.

Luca took a step. The weight swung, tugging; the plug hummed against his prostate. He gasped.

“Downstairs,” Alexander said. “You’ll serve us breakfast like this.”

The kitchen was bright and airy, sunlight streaming through tall windows. A long oak table was set for three. Luca moved carefully, with every step sending jolts through his body. The twins sat at the head of the table, watching him like predators.

“Pour the coffee,” Julian said.

Luca obeyed, hands trembling as he filled their mugs. The weight pulled with each lean forward; the vibrations intensified when Alexander casually pressed the remote again, upping it to medium.

By the time Luca placed the last plate of eggs and toast, he was leaking steadily, cock flushed dark red.

Julian patted his lap. “Sit.”

Luca straddled Julian’s thighs, facing him. The plug shifted deeper as he sank down. Julian gripped Luca’s hips, grinding up slowly.

Alexander stood behind Luca, chest pressed to his back. He reached around, stroking Luca’s cock with slicked fingers while Julian rocked beneath him.

“You’re dripping all over my trousers,” Julian growled. “Filthy boy.”

Luca whimpered, head falling back against Alexander’s shoulder.

Alexander kissed his neck. “We’re going to fuck you right here. Then again in the library. Then in the garden if you’re quiet enough.”

Julian lifted Luca just enough to free his cock. Alexander added more lube, then guided Julian’s length to Luca’s entrance, right beside the plug.

Luca tensed. “Both… again?”

“Both,” Alexander confirmed.

Julian pushed in first, slow and careful. When he was halfway, Alexander pressed his own cock alongside, stretching Luca impossibly wide. The plug stayed in, adding another layer of fullness.

Luca cried out, nails digging into Julian’s shoulders. The stretch was overwhelming—three intrusions at once: Julian and Alexander’s cocks in his ass, the vibrating plug pressing against every sensitive spot.

“Wait……mngh… it’s too much.. oh fuck”.

“Take it all, you slutty boy”, Alexander groaned roughly.

They moved together in shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, harder. The table creaked as Luca’s cock bobbed between them, untouched, leaking profusely.

Alexander came first, deep inside Luca with a guttural groan. Julian followed seconds later, pumping Luca’s hole full.

They stayed buried in him until Luca’s trembling eased. Then Alexander gently removed the plug, replacing it with his fingers to ease the stretch.

Julian kissed Luca deeply. “You took us so well.”

Alexander lifted Luca off Julian’s lap, carrying him to the library next door.

The room was lined with books, sunlight filtering through heavy curtains. A wide leather chaise sat by the fireplace.

Alexander laid Luca down on his back. Julian stripped completely and climbed over him, sliding into Luca’s mouth while Alexander knelt between his legs.

They took turns again with Julian fucking Luca’s throat, Alexander his ass, then switching. When Luca came untouched for the second time that morning, they finally let him rest.

But only for a moment.

Alexander whispered against his ear, “Garden next. We’re not done until the sun goes down.”

Luca smiled, utterly spent, barely awake,with cum leaking from his twitching pink hole, already craving for more.