A week ago, Aaron would have said that it was impossible to get bored on a sex vacation. Now however, chafed and exhausted, even he has to admit that maybe the concept of “too much of a good thing” isn’t entirely outside the realm of reality. It’s not that he doesn’t want to keep fucking Matias—the child certainly hasn’t gotten any less enticing—but more that he’s worried that if he keeps forcing himself to do so every spare minute of every day then he’s going to ruin the fantasy for himself, like forcing oneself to eat past the point of fullness and into nausea.
And so he decides to take half a day off. On the morning of his fourth day at the villa he hops onto a ferry back to the mainland to go exploring.
The little village on the other side is quaint. He wanders the narrow cobbled streets and looks into the windows of cafes, smells the scents wafting from the open doors of flower stores. The place is modern enough; tiny European cars and sleek scooters pick their way carefully along the cobblestones. But the entire town feels a little outside of time, the very embodiment of a vacation, like no one there has any particular place they’re supposed to be, or work they’re supposed to be doing.
He’s been exploring for close to an hour when he happens on a surprisingly familiar sight—a gym. For some reason he hadn’t expected to see one; he thinks of working out as an American thing, even though he knows that doesn’t make any sense. Encouraged, Aaron heads inside. Perhaps a workout is actually just what he needs. He pays the man at the front counter for a one-time session and heads inside to the machines.
The only other people there on a weekday morning are clearly men who dedicate themselves to this sort of thing. A handful of hulking beasts lift weights or work out on rowing machines, men with focused expressions and biceps wider than their own heads. They almost all share the same short, no-nonsense haircut.
Aaron starts easy with some treadmill running and then moves on to shoulder presses. He’s starting to properly feel the burn when a shadow looming over him gives him pause.
He looks up at the man who has approached, and is treated to several words in a language he doesn’t understand. He holds up a sheepish hand. “Sorry, American,” he says. His phone, which he’s been using for translation assistance for most of the trip so far, is over in his jacket pocket on the bench.
But to his surprise the man nods. “Ah, English?” he says. His voice is melodically accented, something vaguely European that Aaron can’t place; he was never very good with languages. “I was asking if you need a... what is... spotter?”
“Oh!” Aaron blinks at him, surprised. The man has almond-brown skin, just dark enough that it’s difficult to tell if it’s a natural tone or if he’s just extremely tanned. The lack of tan lines seems to suggest the former, most likely. He’s shirtless at the moment, and his abs are so well-defined you could crack walnuts between them. Aaron swallows. Although his tastes tend to skew younger, he’s certainly not above appreciating the fine craftsmanship of such a physique. “Sure, that’d be great, thanks.”
The man introduces himself as Damiano. He helps Aaron with various machines and spots his lifts, then lets Aaron do the same for him. As they rest between sets, another man approaches who clearly recognizes Damiano, and they exchange a few friendly words back and forth in their mutual foreign language. Damiano gestures to Aaron and says something that makes them both chuckle.
The new man turns to Aaron. “Ah, a visitor,” he says. He looks Asian, Korean perhaps, but shares the same lilting European accent as his friend. Like his friend he’s got muscles for days, especially in his shoulders and back. He gestures to himself. “Tom. Where are you staying?”
Aaron jerks his head towards the water. “Oh, I’m out on Ragazzo Island for the week.”
The atmosphere changes immediately, the two men going still—almost nervous. They exchange a meaningful look. “Ah, you are renting a villa?” asks Damiano carefully.
A little too late, it occurs to Aaron to wonder about the reputation of the islands with the locals. But he can’t exactly take it back now. “I am,” he confirms. “I arrived a few days ago. I’ve been enjoying the beaches and uh... relaxing.”
“Relaxing,” says Tom. “Ah yes, we have heard the villas are... very relaxing. How is your stay? We have heard many things about what is offered on the island. You are finding it pleasant?”
The reality of the situation is starting to trickle in for Aaron as he reads between the lines. He perks up. “I find it very pleasant.” He licks his lips. “I don’t suppose... I was thinking I might head back there shortly for a late lunch, in fact. If you are interested in the... amenities on the island, you’re welcome to join me and see it for yourself?” He has a sudden and overwhelmingly visceral fantasy of watching the two men fuck Matias at the same time. "I could even offer a little... incentive for you to join me." He rubs his fingers together, indicating cash.
The two men exchange a look full of silent communication. Eventually Damiano nods. “Alright,” he agrees. “Lead the way. We will follow.”
They all towel off and get their clothes. Aaron’s mind is already racing, full of vivid images of the two men spit-roasting the waiting Matias. He might be in pretty good shape himself, but he’s nothing compared to these muscle-bound giants. They could probably snap Matias in half, he thinks with mountain excitement.
They all take the ferry together back to the island and Aaron leads the way to his own secluded estate, unlocking it with his personal key. As usual there is no sign of anyone else, but the place is once again spotlessly clean and there is an assortment of meats, cheeses, and fruits laid out in the dining room. Aaron grabs a slice of salami to munch on as he passes by and leads the two men into the adjoining living room.
The room is bright and modern with plush white carpet and a varied assortment of sleek white-upholstered couches. It’s on one corner of the house, and sunlight streams in through two glass walls that meet at 90 degrees. It even has a raised edge with classy dark stone flooring under a baby grand piano. Not that Aaron plays.
He throws himself down onto one of the pristine white couches, lounging with his arms across the back. The other two men drift to the window, eyes on the unrivaled view of the ocean. “Matias!” Aaron calls out to the house in general.
The two men turn as the boy appears in the doorway. Aaron grins. Matias is completely nude, just as Aaron left him. The expanse of white carpet between the couch and the window feels like a spotlit stage. “There you are,” he says genially. “We have guests. I think you should show them some hospitality, don’t you?” He gestures at Damiano. “Why don’t you demonstrate what you’ve learned with your mouth?”
The boy looks nervous, but to the credit of whoever brought him here, he barely hesitates. He approaches Damiano and falls to his knees, reaching for the man’s pants.
Damiano helps him out, shucking off his clothing quickly and efficiently. Aaron’s eyes widen when the man’s dick is finally exposed; it seems to be a match for the rest of the man’s absurd proportions. He doesn’t get to look at it very long, however, before it’s being forced slowly but steadily down Matias’s throat.
The boy whimpers and gags, choking on the massive meat, but Damiano is persistent. He waits for the child’s coughs to subside and then keeps pushing. Aaron’s own cock twitches in delight as he watches inch after inch of the enormous member disappear into the boy’s mouth.
He turns his attention to Tom. “You should strip too,” he encourages. “See what use you can make of that other hole.” He gestures over to a sideboard by the door. “There’s some lube there.”
Tom frowns at him. “This boy may be your willing whore, but we are not. You do not get to order us for free.”
Aaron raises an eyebrow. He nonchalantly reaches into the pocket of his jacket and fishes out his wallet. He draws out a wad of bills and tosses them out onto the carpet, leaving them to flutter down. “Alright then,” he says. “As promised. How much to get you to fuck the kid exactly how I say?”
Tom eyes the bills on the floor warily, clearly taking in the large denominations. Finally he nods curtly. “Okay then. For each of us.”
“This much for each of you, sure,” Aaron agrees. “But I want you to really put on a show for me. Show me his holes being violated. I wanna see your huge muscles flexing for me and I want to see them going into him. Yeah?”
Tom’s mouth stretches in a wry look. “You’re some sick bastard, you know?”
Aaron shrugs. “You gonna fuck this kid, or what?”
Tom doesn’t respond verbally, but he does go to the sideboard to grab the lube.
He disrobes just as quickly as Damiano had, chucking his clothes off to the side. Damiano, for his part, has his hands buried in the boy’s hair and is coaxing his head back and forth over the spike of his member. Matias has managed to swallow it to about the halfway point and is drooling slightly as the phallus is shifted in and out of his throat.
Now naked, Tom doesn’t bother with foreplay. He simply lubes up his cock and gets down onto his knees, sliding into place behind Matias so that his legs surround the boy’s and Matias’s rear end is suspended just over his lap. Then he grabs the boy’s hip in one hand and his own dick in the other and brings the two together.
It might be a tough position to hold for someone else, but the muscles in Tom’s thigh flex and tighten and easily hold his weight at a required angle as he lines himself up and begins to insert his cock into the tight, waiting orifice.
Aaron sighs in pleasure. The sight is even better than he’d imagined; the swollen bulk of the two men’s bodies dwarf the child between them, like two inexorable halves of a hydraulic press slowly destroying the soft and vulnerable body they surround. He watches as Tom’s cock pushes forward into Matias’s body like a machine, without pause, forced into the little boy’s hole in a single continuous slide until the boy is sitting in his lap, skin to skin.
The two men thrust in unison. Aaron can practically picture the lengths of their two massive cocks inside the boy, pistoning in and out. He frees his own cock, letting it out into the open air, but doesn’t touch it yet. The sight is too delicious; if he starts jerking off now he’ll come immediately.
Instead he pours himself a couple of fingers of scotch from a crystal decanter on the sideboard. He’s normally a beer guy, but this moment feels like it calls for something fancier. He leans back on the couch and sips the drink slowly as he watches the two men pound Matias’s holes from either end.
“Damiano,” he orders after a few minutes, “come on his face when you’re close. I want to see you splash him.”
Damiano’s eyes are closed, but he nods. A minute or so later he abruptly yanks his cock from the depths of the boy’s throat and then, as the child chokes at the sudden withdrawal, grabs his member, slides his hand back and forth firmly a few times, and comes with a mighty splash all over the boy’s face.
It’s delightful. He comes quite a bit; Aaron thrills as spasm after spasm hits the boy between the eyes, on the bridge of his nose, across his lips and cheeks. At the very end Damiano grabs the boy’s chin in his hand and presses on the child’s jaw, forcing it open so that the last few splashes land visibly inside the child’s mouth, on his tongue. Aaron’s cock throbs.
“Shit,” Aaron breathes. He gestures at Damiano. “Come here. Let me touch you.”
Damiano raises an eyebrow. “You want to touch? You have to pay more than that.”
Aaron waves an impatient hand. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you want. I’ll give you both twenty thousand each, sound good?” He’ll tell his parents it was for chartering a private jet or something. “Get over here.”
Damiano smirks minutely, but moves to stand next to him. Aaron leans forward on the couch and presses his face against the man’s bare torso, rubbing his nose into the canyon-like divots between his abs. He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, running it along each morsel; they’re so defined that he can feel the individual bulges beneath the man’s salt-streaked skin.
“Fuck,” Aaron groans. He turns his head to the side so he can still feel the man’s abs while he watches Tom continue to fuck Matias’s ass. Freed now from his previous task, Matias has collapsed onto hands and knees, allowing Tom better leverage as he holds the boy’s hips in both hands and pounds away at him.
Aaron slides one hand around the back of Damiano’s thigh, feeling the tight tension of his hamstrings and the rock hard globe of his buttock. The damn thing could be chiseled from marble. He runs a finger thoughtfully up the crack on the far side. “I really want to fuck you while you fuck the kid,” he admits. He hears Damiano snort derisively.
Just then Tom stills, letting out a long groan and yanking back on Matias’s hips to fully bury the length of his cock inside the boy. From the twitching of his thigh muscles it’s clear that he’s coming, filling the boy up good and deep with his seed. He slides his hands down the boy’s buttocks and massages them as he continues to come between them, pressing the soft mounds together around his cock. Matias, good boy that he is, simply lies still and takes it without protest, letting himself be filled.
Aaron sighs in pleasure when Tom’s softened cock finally slips out of the boy a few moments later. “But first,” he instructs, “I want to see some of those muscles go into the boy’s body. Show me how you fist him.”
Tom’s mouth pulls to the side in a cynical half smile, and he once again grabs Matias around the waist, turning him so that his ass faces the couch. He holds the boy’s cheeks apart so that Aaron has a lovely view of the cum that dribbles out from between them, running down the inside of the boy’s thigh.
Tom lets go, but to Aaron’s surprised delight he doesn’t immediately move for the lube. Instead he flexes his arm, bulging out his bicep and forearm for Aaron to enjoy. He grabs the fingers of both hands onto each other and presses them together, making his arm strain and inflate. He even flexes his pecs, making the pillowy globes twitch and dance for Aaron’s amusement. Aaron sighs in pleasure. Fucking the child seems to have worked up a mild sweat, and the man’s muscles gleam and scintillate as the sunlight glances off of them.
Tom keeps his arm flexed as he begins to oil it up, getting it prepped for its next task. Aaron keeps his arm wrapped around Damiano’s waist, stroking the firm skin under his fingertips. He turns his head to the side just enough to lightly bite at the tantalizing crease of flesh that runs along the border between the man’s hips and the tops of his thighs, as chiseled and well-defined as the rest of him. He can make out individual veins that run down Tom’s forearm from the inner crease of his elbow. He swallows.
When Tom is fully oiled up, Damiano leaves Aaron’s side to go assist. He straddles the boy, throwing a leg over his back before kneeling down over him and grabbing one of the boy’s buttocks in each hand. He spreads them as wide as they’ll go, leaving the boy’s anus exposed and twitching on display.
Tom does not hesitate. He sticks the tips of his fingers into the twitching ring to get everything lined up properly and then proceeds to slowly, agonizingly, push forward.
The child’s hole parts, wider and then wider still, as first the fingertips disappear inside it, then the fingers, then the thumb and wrist, and then the man’s arm is steadily forcing its way in, swollen muscles expanding the boy’s orifice past its natural limits and yet continuing, forcing the tiny hole into a gaping maw as it chokes down inch after steady inch of invading flesh. The meaty forearm sinks into the boy’s anus, going impossibly further and further until he’s wearing the child like some kind of obscene hand puppet.
Damiano gets up off the boy and, to Aaron’s delight, the two men lift the child into an upright position. Slowly, carefully supporting his weight, they spin him around the impaling spike of Tom’s arm, rotating it inside him until Matias is facing Aaron. Tear tracks stain the boy’s face at the enormous penetration. Aaron can see the slight bulge in the skin over the child’s guts from how severely Tom’s fist distends the boy’s insides.
He watches the bulge move as Tom proceeds to ram his fist up and down, punching up into the boy’s asshole while Damiano holds the child’s legs spread open. Tom’s arm his still flexed, the bicep rippling with power and control as though he’s simply a bodybuilder showing off for a camera. He spends a few minutes tenderizing the boy’s rectum while Aaron watches with rapt attention.
Matias is full-on sobbing by the time Aaron holds up a hand and says, “Okay, stop. Enough. Take it out.”
Tom starts to pull out his arm, slowly enough that Aaron can watch every twitch and shudder of the boy’s anus as the thick pole of flesh within it withdraws. It feels like it takes ages before the abused sphincter finally widens one last time around the man’s wrist before giving up the penetration for good. Tom shakes out his hand to get some feeling back into it as the boy’s hole gapes after his departure and spasms weakly.
Aaron licks his lips, considering how he wants to do this. “Lie on your back,” he finally instructs Tom.
The man does as he’s told, putting his head towards the window and his legs towards the couch. Aaron rises and joins Damiano in taking hold of the trembling Matias.
Together they raise the boy up and turn him around once more to lower him down onto the waiting spike of Tom’s once-again erect cock. It goes in with nary a whisper of friction, sliding with ease into the tenderized orifice and nestling into the boy like it lives there. Aaron pushes the child forward until he’s pressed chest-to-sculpted-chest with Tom. Then he gestures to Damiano to get behind the child.
Damiano understands his intent immediately, and straddles Tom’s legs so that he can get his own cock right up to the point of penetration. Lifting the boy’s hips just enough to get underneath him, Damiano lines up his own cock at the boy’s entrance as well.
Even with such excessive preparation, it still takes a little maneuvering to work Damiano’s dick into Matias’s hole alongside the first one. Luckily both men are quite well-hung, which gives enough leeway to lift Matias part way up off of Tom’s cock in order to angle Damiano’s in to join it. They stretch open the ring of the child’s anus just enough to nudge the tip of the head inside, and then it’s all just a matter of pushing. Careful not to mess up the angle, Damiano works steadily forward until the head of his cock is fully anchored inside the orifice, and then begins to push it deeper, working it into the hole.
Forced open around a second cock, Matias whimpers as Damiano gradually fills him up, sinking in to meet the depth of the existing penetration. Aaron watches from the side as the two men get themselves fully settled.
Once seated, Damiano sets the pace. He begins to fuck the boy, sliding both cocks in and out of the orifice together. Aaron crouches beside them and holds Matias’s leg to one side so that he can get a good view of the way the two cocks work in tandem, fucking in and out of the child in slick, sliding thrusts.
He spends a few minutes watching the boy’s hole being ravished before moving slightly up Tom’s torso to where Matias’s face is smothered between the asian man’s pecs. Grabbing the child by the hair, he turns the boy’s head to expose access to his mouth and then takes advantage of it, pushing his cock between the child’s lips.
He doesn’t spend long on it, but he does love the way it looks when the child’s mouth stretches around his cock, barely able to accommodate the girth of the thing. It’s a lovely sight as well to appreciate the whole of the thing, watch the boy take three cocks at once inside his two holes, positively stuffed full of their meat.
But this is not how Aaron wants to come, and so he regretfully takes his cock back out of the boy’s mouth after only a few thrusts down his throat. Squeezing some lube into his hand, he casually slicks up his cock and retreats around behind Damiano, lifting the man’s hips.
Damiano’s hole is just as tight as Matias’s had been. As Aaron barrels his way inside, he feels the vice-like clench of those steel hawser muscles around him, trying to force him back out. He persists, however, burying himself inside the man until he can press flush against Damiano’s carved back, feeling the rippling landscape of the man’s lats and obliques heaving beneath him.
He’s just tall enough to hook his chin over Damiano’s shoulder so he can watch the bodies beneath him as he begins to fuck the muscle-bound Adonis. He sets the pace now, the rate of his thrusts into Damiano controlling the speed at which the other two cocks slide in and out of Matias’s poor little hole. He hears the squelches at every thrust, the boy’s much-abused rectum leaking cum and lube as it struggles to accommodate its visitors. Aaron laughs and picks up the pace.
They fuck like this until Aaron comes, spurting his pleasure up Damiano’s backside. The two muscle men show no signs of slowing, so after pulling out and catching his breath, Aaron goes to his jacket to retrieve his phone. Once again stretching Matias’s leg to one side, he uses his phone’s camera to film a close-up of the two men’s cocks ravaging the boy’s hole, one of many visual souvenirs the camera has collected during his vacation so far. He’s grateful for a chance to preserve the moment for future enjoyment.
He gets a wide variety of shots, both still and in motion, before the two men are finished with their conquest of Matias’s body. When their hips finally tighten and they begin to flood the boy with semen, Aaron admires the strong lines of their tensed thighs and the pulsing veins that stand out against them.
He doesn’t have enough cash to cover the amounts he promised them, so he writes them both checks as they put their clothes back on, grinning and clapping one hand on each man’s shoulder. “Thank you!” he tells them sincerely. “This was an unexpected delight, really.”
Tom rolls his eyes, but he looks secretly pleased. Damiano takes the check handed to him and stuffs it in his pocket, then brightens up suddenly. “Oh, that reminds me. If you have fun like this, I think I know another place you will have enjoyment.”
He walks towards the entryway and grabs up a pencil and a small pad of paper near the door. With the thoughtful look of someone trying to remember specifics, he taps the tip of his pencil against his lip and then scribbles something down. He hands it back to Aaron.
“This,” he says. “If you want to enjoy something fun and unexpected, go to this address. There is a... performance, I think you may enjoy.”
“Oh?” Aaron asks curiously.
Damiano says nothing, just winks at him. The two men wave over their shoulder as they head out, making their way back towards the ferry.
Aaron tucks the paper in his pocket and heads back to the living room. Matias is laying face-down on the carpet, broken and exhausted, his body shaking with the occasional shudder. The sun is just beginning to dip towards the horizon, and golden sunset spills over his conquered form, making his pale skin glow with an otherworldly beauty, as though lit from the inside.
Aaron has never been happier with his choices.