The Twins Claimed Us for Themselves That Night

Marco’s message reached me on a Tuesday afternoon, when my body was still sore from the last party. I’d gone days with faint marks on my wrists, my ass still tender, and that strange feeling of missing something I didn’t even fully understand.

—The twins are on the East Coast this weekend —he wrote—. They want just the two of us. The whole night, for them. You in?

I took just long enough to reply to make it look like I was thinking it over. Then I sent him a single line.

—Have them come hungry, because this time I’m not planning to beg for mercy.

Marco replied with a three-second audio in which all you could hear was him laughing. He knew, just like I did, that it was a lie. We always ended up begging for mercy, and we always loved that they never gave it to us.

***

On Friday the penthouse smelled of woodwick candles and the cold beer we’d left in the balcony bucket. The bay lights trembled below, orange over the black water, and the warm air drifted in through the open terrace doors.

Marco and I had gotten ourselves ready in our own way: leather harnesses, knee-high boots, nothing else. We were nervous as two kids, pacing the living room, making sure the lube was close at hand, laughing about how little time we’d last on our feet.

—Do you think they’ll remember my name? —I asked.

—They won’t call you by your name —said Marco—. And you know it.

The doorbell rang at exactly eleven-thirty.

***

Iván and Nico walked in like they’d come to collect a debt. Identical to the point of absurdity: tall, broad, buzz-cut hair, eyes such a pale blue they looked painted on. Twenty-six years old each, and that look of people who’ve never had to ask twice for anything.

Iván had a backpack slung over his shoulder. Nico, a small camera and a smile that promised no rest.

—Well, well —said Iván, running his eyes over us from top to bottom without touching us yet—. You got ready for us. Good whores.

There were no more greetings. They shoved us against the living room wall, one each, and kissed us like they meant to swallow us whole. Iván grabbed my jaw with one hand and shoved his tongue in hard enough to drag a moan out of me I hadn’t expected to make so soon. With his other hand he squeezed one nipple, pinching it between his fingers until a gasp slipped out of me against his mouth. He slid that hand down my stomach, slipped it under the harness, and caught my cock in his grip in one sudden motion, without ceremony, squeezing me with his open palm until I went hard in his hand.

—Already horny —he murmured against my lips—. And we haven’t even started.

Beside me I could hear Marco breathing in short bursts, Nico murmuring in his ear that he was going to fuck him until he lost his voice. Within seconds all four of us were tangled on the floor, boots squeaking against the wood, eight hands reaching for everything at once: cock, ass, neck, mouth.

***

They put us on our knees in the center of the living room, shoulder to shoulder, as if they wanted to compare us. Iván and Nico unbuttoned their pants slowly, enjoying the way we watched. When they pulled their briefs down, Marco and I let out the same breath at once. They were identical: two thick, long cocks, veins standing out, heavy balls hanging beneath. Already hard, pointing at the ceiling.

—Open —Iván ordered, gripping his cock at the base and tapping my cheek, my lips, with it in slow strokes, leaving a sticky trail across my face.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could. He shoved it in with one thrust, until the head hit the back of my throat and made my eyes water. He pulled it out, shoved it back in, gripping my hair with both hands, and started fucking my mouth at a pace that didn’t even give me time to breathe. I swallowed saliva mixed with the taste of sweat and the semen-to-be leaking from the head; I swallowed down the gag reflex too, rising every time he went too deep.

Beside me Marco had Nico’s cock filling his mouth, cheeks hollowed, sucking with a desperation that spread to me. Every so often the twins crossed without warning and I’d suddenly find Nico’s cock choking me, thicker at the tip, or Iván pushing between Marco’s lips. They passed us from mouth to mouth as if we were one shared hole for both of them.

—Suck my balls —Nico ordered, lifting his cock against his stomach.

I shoved my face between his legs and licked his balls one by one, coated them in spit, took them whole into my mouth while he rocked his cock above my forehead. Marco did the same with Iván, both of us on our knees, our hands tied behind our backs by the harness itself, obeying every grunt that came down at us from above.

—Look at you —said Nico, lifting my face with a finger under my chin—. Is this what you wanted. Dirty little slut.

It was exactly what I wanted. My eyes burned, my chin was wet with drool and precome, and I wouldn’t have stopped for anything in the world. I opened my mouth again and he filled it once more, right to the back.

***

They took us to the big sofa, the one facing the terrace. I was sat on the backrest, legs spread wide, my back against the cold window. Iván smeared two fingers with lube and shoved them into me in one go, knuckles deep, searching for my spot with his fingertips until a cry escaped me.

—He’s open already —he told Nico over his shoulder—. They fucked him well last time.

He took position in front of me, looked me in the eyes for a second as if asking me something, and when I nodded he drove his cock in with one thrust, all the way in, until I felt his balls slap against my ass.

I let the air out in a rush and let out a long, rough moan that tore out of my chest without permission. I grabbed his shoulders as he started moving, steady and deep, no hurry but no pause, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in with a sharp snap of the hips that made my balls crash against his. His forehead pressed to mine, the smell of beer on his breath in my mouth. A meter away Marco was the same, spread over the other arm of the sofa, his legs hooked over Nico’s chest as Nico fucked him up the ass with the same brutal rhythm.

We found each other with our eyes. We kissed over the gap between us, sharing the moans, the broken breaths, that vertigo of knowing the twins were moving almost in unison, as if one single will governed both of them. I could feel Iván’s cock stretching me from the inside, brushing my prostate with every thrust until mine started leaking precome down over my own stomach without anyone touching it.

—Hang on —said Iván without stopping—. Don’t come yet. You’re going to take much more than this.

***

They lowered us to the floor and got us on all fours, our sides pressed together, our heads almost touching, our asses lifted and offered. Then they really started taking turns.

Iván mounted me for a dozen hard thrusts, gripping my hips with both hands, fingers digging into my skin, and without fully pulling out he stepped aside and handed me off to Nico, who was on me the very next second. I felt the change in size, in angle, in the way they hit the back of me. Nico drove in more from the side, hunting for me, making me press my mouth to the floorboards so I wouldn’t scream so loud.

While one fucked me, the other stood in front of Marco and shoved his cock down his throat, and vice versa. We were in a chain, impaled on both ends at once, moving from one cock to the other without rest. The slaps echoed through the whole penthouse, dry, each smack leaving my ass skin burning, and in between they yanked my hair to force my head up.

—Say it —Nico demanded, leaning over my back, whispering in my ear while he drove into me to the hilt—. Say what you are.

—More —I panted, not recognizing my own voice—. More, please. Fuck me harder.

—What are you?

—Your slut —I blurted, my face crushed against the floor—. Your whore. Both of you, fuck, more.

Marco repeated the words beside me, moaning around Iván’s cock, and the twins laughed under their breath, satisfied. Nico slammed into me three times in a row with all the force of his hips and made me howl.

***

Iván’s backpack yielded ropes. Black, soft, and hands that knew exactly what they were doing. They tied us to the two columns in the living room: arms overhead, legs spread, bodies exposed and at their mercy, our hard cocks swinging between our legs, unable to touch ourselves.

They kept us there for what felt like a full hour. One in front, one behind, switching every few minutes with chilling coordination. Iván went to my back and shoved into me again, this time standing, gripping my hips to lift me a few inches off the floor with every thrust. Nico took position in front and made me open my mouth. Both of them fucked me at once, one at each end, meeting in the middle with a rhythm that made me delirious. When they switched, it was Iván who stood in front of me with the shiny cock of my own ass and shoved it into my mouth without giving me time to clean it, forcing me to taste myself all over.

I hung from the ropes, wrists strained, unable to do anything but take it and moan, my cock dripping nonstop onto the floorboards. Every time I thought they were going to stop, they changed positions and started again. At one point Iván crouched down, slid three fingers into my ass, and found my prostate with his fingertips while Nico fucked my mouth. I almost came without anyone touching my cock.

—Don’t even think about it —Iván warned me, pulling his fingers out in one sharp motion—. Not yet.

Marco, tied to the column opposite me, was looking at me with glassy eyes, mouth open, chin shining with spit and someone else’s cum. No words were needed. We both knew we didn’t want this to end ever.

***

They untied us only to take us to the bed, a huge one that took up half the room. They laid us on our backs, side by side, legs raised to our shoulders, asses exposed and already thoroughly opened by everything they’d taken into them that night.

Iván settled between my thighs and bent me almost completely in half, folding my knees against my own chest. Nico did the same with Marco. They went in again at the same time, all the way, with one long, deep shove that tore the same moan out of both of us at once. They stayed still for a second, looking into our eyes, enjoying the faces we made when they filled us up. Then they started rocking slowly, very deep, boring into us with slow thrusts that reached all the way to the stomach.

Iván bit my neck, licked my ear, whispered in my ear how tight my ass felt, how much he was going to fill me with cum when he felt like it. Every word made me squeeze his cock inside me without meaning to, and he answered with a harder shove that ripped a cry out of me. Every now and then they swapped beds without warning: one second I had Iván over me and the next it was Nico fitting himself between my legs, leaving no empty space, slotting into me with the same ease.

I lost track of who was fucking me. It didn’t matter. They had the same face, the same body, the same hard cock, the same strength, and I was too far gone to tell them apart. I reached left and found Marco’s hand. We gripped each other hard while they drilled us at the same time, fingers interlaced, moaning in unison every time they drove in to the hilt.

***

At some point they stood on the mattress and lifted us up, each one carrying his own. I was in Iván’s arms, my legs around his waist, impaled on his cock, hanging completely while he lifted me and lowered me over his body with a ease that left me speechless. Gravity made me swallow him whole on every descent, down to the root, until I felt his balls slapping against my ass.

—You weigh less than you think —he told me, laughing against my neck, thrusting upward as he held me by the ass with both hands spread open.

They passed us from one to the other in midair, laughing at our moans: Iván dropped me into Nico’s arms without pulling his cock out of my ass until the very last second, and Nico drove his own into me with the same ease, never leaving me empty for an instant. I could feel the change in texture, the different way they held me, but the cock felt just as thick, just as deep. They did the same with Marco beside me, passing us around like broken dolls, until fatigue started shaking in their arms and they let us fall back onto the tangled sheets.

***

Near four in the morning, the end finally came. They put us on our knees again in the center of the living room, the bay lights still glowing down below, all four bodies shining with sweat, the twins’ cocks red and swollen after hours without coming.

Iván and Nico stood in front of us, working themselves with their hands a few inches from our faces, teasing us, brushing our lips with the heads, letting us lick only the tip before pulling away. Marco and I stuck our tongues out, reaching for them, begging for them, mouths open and heads together. They dragged the moment out as long as they could.

—Open wide —growled Iván—. Don’t lose a single drop.

When they finally let go, they came almost at the same time, and the jets hit hard, thick, hot. They filled our faces, our mouths, our chins, our necks. Iván shot first directly onto my tongue and the next bursts he spread over my lips and eyelids. Nico did the same with Marco beside me, and the last strands they smeared across our faces with the heads, coating us in thick semen. Then they made us kiss, share their cum from one mouth to the other, hunt each other’s tongues while they watched in silence, breathing hard, their cocks still dripping between their legs.

—You two are the best we’ve ever had —said Nico, catching his breath.

Marco looked at me with an exhausted, satisfied smile, his lips shining, a thread of cum still hanging from his chin. I met his gaze, too spent to speak, too happy to care.

***

But the twins still weren’t done. They lifted us from the floor with unexpected gentleness and took us to the bathroom, where they turned the hot water on until the mirror clouded over with steam.

Under the shower everything changed tone. Iván pressed me against the warm tiles, lifted one leg over his hip, water running down our backs and chests, and slid into me again, this time in no hurry at all, almost tender. He pushed himself in centimeter by centimeter, letting me feel every vein, every pulse, while he kissed my mouth with a calm I hadn’t seen from him all night. Nico did the same with Marco a foot away, all four of us cramped together in that small, slippery space, our cocks hardening inside us again as if they had enough in them for three more nights.

We soaped each other up between laughs and slow kisses, hands traveling over every inch of sore skin, fingers sinking once more into open asses to wash us inside and out. Iván finally came inside me with a long moan against my neck, and I felt the heat of his cum mixing with the water between my thighs. Nico came at the same time inside Marco, pinning him against the tiles. For the first time all night, the silence wasn’t tension, but something close to calm.

—You two are hopeless —murmured Marco, his head resting on Nico’s shoulder.

—So are you —he answered, and kissed his temple.

***

The four of us ended up in bed a little before dawn, wrecked, shaking, laughing at nothing, asses burning and dripping with someone else’s cum. The first gray light was already spilling over the sea through the terrace doors, and a couple of seagulls were crying in the distance.

Iván draped an arm over me without saying a word. Nico turned off the camera, which had been forgotten on the nightstand for quite a while. For an instant, all four of us stayed still, listening to our own breathing.

—Again? —asked Marco, his voice rough, when the twins were already getting dressed at the door.

Iván turned back, that half-smile on his face again.

—Next time —he said— you won’t be able to walk for a week.

Marco and I looked at each other. And both of us knew, without saying it, that we were going to count the days.