The Cove

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In the previous chapters…

Gerry's heterosexual inclinations and his inhibitions make it hard for him having sex with Rowan, despite the sheer love he feels for him. However, a part of him longs for men's love, and at the Cove he cautiously explores his sexuality.
Kale goes to Hawaii to pay a visit to his dying father and brings back with him his young cousin Laniakea.
Beau understands that he's not the wonderful and generous man he's always believed, and tries his best to overcome his limits.
The sudden appearance of Gerry's femal lover causes a fuss in the Cove. Rowan feels inadequate for Gerry, and looks for reassurance into Barry's arms, but this causes a fight between Gerry and Barry, and Rowan runs away from the Cove. Everyone is terribly worried, especially Gerry, who finds consolation into Kale's arms. Barry and Gerry find a common ground (rough sex!) to settle their quarrel.

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Synopsys

Rowan is finally located, and unsurprisingly he was hiding in plain sight. Beau is the right man to go and talk to Rowan, to convince him to come back, but his task is very hard. He will have to use up all the tricks up his sleeve… [⏳: 23’]

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Additional downloads (PDF)

~ Cast of Characters: the “Who’s Who” of the Cove!
~ Floor Plan of the Cove
~ Book 01: Chapters 1-10 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 10 – ROWAN’S STRUGGLE ≈

 

~ Hiding in plain sight ~

Everyone turned to Laniakea, astonished for his incredible announcement: “You know where Rowan is?”, “Did he call you??”, “Have you met him somewhere in town?”

Laniakea got closer to the dining table, where they were having breakfast, and felt a bit embarrassed for the barrage of question thrown at him by all the men and boys at the same time. “No… well… No, he didn’t call me, of course, we barely know!” – the guy said, sitting on his chair.

After a short pause, he continued, with a little embarrassment: “You know, yesterday Charlie lent me his laptop, as I wanted… err… to watch some porn…”. The many knowing glances he got told him that watching porn was quite a common activity, among the boys and the men alike, so he felt heartened. “Anyway, I noticed that Charlie has a safety program on his laptop that can track the position of the phones of the boys, in case they lose them.”

“I know!” – Charlie intervened – “I checked that program first thing, when Rowan went away, but the last known position of his phone is still the Cove, as he always keeps it off!”

“But afterwards…” – Laniakea explained with a conspiratorial glance – “…he sent us a message! And quite an elaborate message, so he had to keep the phone turned on long enough to register its current position, and I’ve found it!”

“So, where is he now??” – Beau asked, anxious. “Look, sir…” – the guy replied, showing him his phone – “I tracked down the position and looked at it in Google StreetView. It’s a place in the northern part of the town, an old run-down mansion, apparently abandoned: maybe Rowan has sneaked in through a broken window…”

Beau looked at the picture and smiled with relief. “That photo is outdated, Laniakea” – he said pointing to the guy’s phone – “That house has recently undergone a total renovation, and it’s anything but abandoned. And Rowan hasn’t sneaked in: he’s been received with full honours and helped and pampered in any possible way!”

Many men instantly guessed what house Beau was talking about, and he confirmed with a smile: “Rowan is at Maison de la Motte! How stupid have we been? Where else he could find a better place where to hide? He hid… in plain sight!”

“But… but the house has a full resident staff!” – Kale objected – “Butler, housekeeper, waiters, and even an Italian chef! Why on earth they didn’t call you to tell that Rowan was staying there??”

“Oh, no, sir!!” – Brennan intervened, with an almost outraged expression – “The staff never intrude in the family’s affairs! That’s the first thing they taught me, when I worked as a personal valet at Applecross House! But if the butler or the housekeeper enjoys the esteem of the master… who in this case is Rowan… he may cautiously nudge him in doing the right thing. I bet that it was LaCour, the butler, to suggest to Rowan to send that message.”

“All this talking about valets and butlers makes my head ache!” – Barry grunted – “What really matters is that now we know where Rowan is! I’m going there to bring him home!”. Gerry jumped on his feet: “I’m coming with you!”

Everyone stood up, eager to go to Rowan, but Kale said aloud: “Wait, you all!! We can’t go there and pick him bodily! He’s gone there for a reason, and he deserves all our respect. We can’t force him to come back, if he’s not ready to do that!”

Gerry looked at Kale with pleading eyes: “Please man, don’t tell me we have to stay here without doing anything! I miss him too much, we have to do something!”

“It’s not the first time that Rowan runs away. I know well…” – Kale said, with a sorry expression – “...as last time, he ran away because of me [1]. And when it happened, Beau went to him, alone, and found a way to convince him to come back [2]. I think that Beau should go to Maison de la Motte alone and talk to Rowan. And I hope… I’m sure that he will find the right words to touch Rowan’s heart.”

“I will bring Rowan back.” – Beau said, looking around – “I’ll do my best. I promise. But it may not be a matter of a couple hours: he’s been away for a week, so there must be something serious going on in his mind. I’ll keep you all informed, especially you, Gerry. Rowan couldn’t choose a better place where to go, he has a deep connection with that old house: Maison de la Motte will do its miracle, but I want to meet him in the best conditions, so I’ll go there in the late afternoon. At sunset Rowan is always… particularly sensible, and I know how to be irresistible, when I want…” – he concluded with a charming smile, raising many sighs from all the boys… and some men, too.

 

~ A genteel, soothing world ~

After lunch, Beau went upstairs, to his room, to change into an elegant afternoon suit: he was going to his old house, where he was born and lived until 17, and he had been taught that the house required a specific dress code. He didn’t pack a baggage, as he knew he would’ve found anything he needed there. He took his car, a huge Bentley Silver Spur, and headed up North along Main Street, the long stretch of road cutting the town in half, moving from the house number 375, the Cove, up to number 1, Maison de la Motte. The newly installed electric gate opened as soon as the remote controller mounted in the car was in range.

He parked the car in front of the house and quickly cut the engine, unwilling to be heard by Rowan: first thing, he wanted to have a confidential talk with LaCour, the butler, to be filled with the details and assess the situation. Looking at the elegant mansion, Beau smiled, as he understood perfectly well why Rowan had chosen that place to hide and find his peace.

Rowan never had an education, as his abusive stepfather and his alcoholic mother never enrolled him in school. His only school were the old movies shown by his friend Paul in his decrepit theater: Rowan had grown up ‘living’ in elegant mansions populated by genteel and refined characters talking to each other using flourish, old-fashion dialogs. That world was Rowan’s protection against the ugliness of real life and his refuge when things turned to the worse.

And now Rowan had found in the elegant Maison de la Motte, with its butler, its chef and the other members of the staff, the refuge he needed to rebuild his inner balance. Maison de la Motte was Rowan’s world, but it was Beau’s, too, as he grew up amid the comforts of a high life, private tutors, elegant dresses and lavish balls.

«I should come here more often…» – he thought, smiling, walking to the main door. He had the key, of course, but he rang the bell, out of respect for the butler’s primary role in the house. The door opened and the handsome Creole butler welcomed the master with a sincere smile: “Bonjour, Monsieur! Bienvenue à la Maison de la Motte!”

“Merci, LaCour…” – Beau replied with a friendly tone – “I love listening to our beautiful French every now and then, but you know that English is the house’s language, as none of my friends, unfortunately, speaks French. May I have a word with you in private? In the parlor, maybe?”

“Of course, Sir” – the butler replied, and waited for Beau to come in and lead the way to the small sitting area next to the entrance hall. He firmly declined Beau’s invite to have a seat and quickly informed him about the situation.

“Monsieur Rowan came about a week ago, he had a small backpack as his only baggage, so I took the liberty to provide him with some clothing; I sent Rodgers, the waiter, to buy some casual clothes, and I myself collected the formal attires from the armoires in the house: some are old-fashioned, but I sensed that Monsieur Rowan found them more… fascinating. Of course, the entire staff has done its best to fulfill every desire of the guest, especially the Chef, who prepared him his best Italian dishes. Unfortunately, Monsieur Rowan never came down for dinner, he always consumed his meals in his room. He seemed… quite depressed, if I may say so.”

“I know” – Beau replied seriously – “and I want to thank you, LaCour, and the entire staff for caring for Rowan with such sensibility.”

“Sir… I confess I’ve been debating whether I should inform you about Monsieur Rowan’s presence in the house. He explicitly asked for our discretion, and I would’ve overstepped my bounds if I intruded in the family affairs. But I discreetly suggested him to send a message, at least.”

Beau stood up and smiled: “You couldn’t act in a more appropriate way, LaCour. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. I’m very glad that Brennan chose you as our butler. Where is Rowan now?”

“He’s resting in his room, as always. If you need anything, Sir, I’m at your service. Command me in all things…”

Beau recognized that phrase, ‘Command me in all things’, that often he and Brennan had used in their sexual games, and swore to have seen in the butler’s piercing emerald eyes a hint of… something he didn’t have the time to know better. “Thank you LaCour. Please tell chef Marco to prepare dinner for two; it will be a formal dinner, so set up the main dining table and tell Rodgers that tonight he’ll wait on us. Then go to Rowan and help him changing for dinner. Formal attire. When ready, direct him to the Small Library, where we’ll have an aperitif, nothing too strong nor fancy, a Madeira or a dry Sherry will do fine. Oh! And don’t tell him I’m here, just insist that Marco and the staff would be very pleased to have him eat downstairs, once in a while.”

“Very well, Sir” – LaCour replied politely, and off he was. Beau watched him going away and an urchin smile appeared on his face: his plan was being set in motion…

 

~ An exclusive gentlemen’s club ~

Rowan, reluctantly, agreed to have dinner downstairs, and accepted LaCour’s help to get dressed. “The aperitif is being served in the Small Library, sir” – the butler announced when they were in the corridor, and walked Rowan to the cozy, old-fashion library located on the second floor.

Rowan entered the room and looked around, as he’d never been there after the renovation. There were high shelves full of books and old papers, the light was dim and the ample window on the end wall framed a breathtaking sunset in technicolor. There were two leather armchairs in front of the window, and Rowan spotted, behind the tall backrest, two long crossed legs filling a pair of elegant smoking trousers.

He cautiously got closer, and stifled a gasp: “Beau…”. The man raised his gaze from the paper he was reading and smiled: “Oh, Rowan, you here, too?” – he exclaimed with a casual tone – “Take a seat, keep me company, soon the aperitif will be served. Don’t you love this club, my friend? I love it, it’s a place where I can take refuge from the stress of the city. Here’s the only place I feel I can be truly myself, don’t you feel the same?”

“Actually… yes” – Rowan replied, surprised by seeing Beau there, and even more surprised by what he said. He looked around, and that cozy room, with the tall wooden panels on the wall, the leather chairs, the thousand books, really looked like one of those exclusive gentlemen’s clubs he had seen in some old movies.

“It’s true, Beau” – the guy said, uncertain – “I feel good when I’m here, I feel… protected. The outer world seems… less scaring between these walls.”

In that moment, LaCour came in and served the aperitif, that Beau and Rowan sipped in silence, admiring the glorious sunset from the window and occasionally exchanging knowing and affectionate glances. Truth to be told, they were both a real sight, in their smoking, with the shiny shoes and the perfectly knotted bow ties.

“I didn’t see much of you, lately” – Beau said ad some point, placing his empty glass on a table – “You look great, my friend. Gorgeous, if I may!”.  Rowan blushed a little and smiled, happy for such a praise, coming from a man who he idolized, the very essence of the Cove, and the only one who could truly appreciate, like him, that place, that attire and a Madeira as aperitif.

“Dinner is served in the grand dining room, Sirs” – LaCour announced, and Rowan’s eyes widened: “The grand dining room, Beau?” – he whispered – “Isn’t it a bit… too much for the two of us?”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, actually!” – Beau replied standing tall – “We’re by far the most notable members of this club and I wouldn’t certainly want to eat in the secondary dining room!”

Rowan smiled, and any trace of shyness disappeared from his face: “You’re right, Beau… as always!”

They had a wonderful dinner. The table was perfect, with the silver cutlery, the best pottery and tall candle holders casting their warm, flickering light over the two elegant men eating and chatting lively.

When done, Beau stood up: “Come, let’s move to the smoke room, I have some excellent cigars coming straight from Cuba”. They moved to the adjacent room, and Beau lit up a long cigar with few expert moves. Rowan declined, as he’d never smoked in his whole life.

They set side by side on a loveseat, and Rowan felt sweet shivers running down his spine when their legs touched. Beau placed an arm on the backrest, behind Rowan’s head and leaned over closer to him: “You have to taste this cigar, it’s something else! Just one hit…”. Beau’s voice was intimate, tender, and his hand, holding the cigar, moved in front of Rowan’s mouth.

The guy wrapped his lips around the cigar and felt the wetness of Beau’s saliva on it. Beau’s saliva… coming straight from that sexy, confident, beautiful mouth of his! Instead of drawing a hit, Rowan kissed the wet end of the cigar, looking at Beau with adoring eyes, those deep blue eyes where he could get lost… «He came for me… He loves me…» – Rowan thought, feeling his heart play a frenzied rhumba. And his heart raced even more when Beau’s hand moved away from his mouth, to be replaced by the man’s sensual lips.

Rowan suddenly didn’t know anymore where he was, all his fear and his shyness had vanished, and his only world were those soft lips clinging to his and the determined, dominant tongue exploring every recess of his mouth. The manly taste of fine tobacco and the intimate wetness of Beau’s kiss made Rowan’s head spin, and he would’ve gone limp on the loveseat, if the man’s strong arm didn’t hold his torso so tightly.

When their lips parted, Rowan was heaving and felt his face on fire… as much as his entire body. Beau turned to put out the cigar in an ashtray, and for a moment Rowan was afraid that everything was over, that Beau was about to go away, leaving him alone.

Beau smiled, looking at the guy’s pleading glance, and without a word he stood up, leaned over him and took him bodily into his arms. “I’m not going to let you go, Rowan. Ever.”

 

~ Breaking through the armor ~

Beau effortlessly brought Rowan upstairs, to the main bedroom, and laid him on the bed. Then started stripping slowly, under his rapt eyes. The jacket, the tie, the shirt fell on the floor, and Beau flashed a sensual grin, looking at Rowan’s dick growing and twitching inside the tight smoking trousers. He pulled away his shoes using his feet and his hands moved to his own belt, unbuckling it, and then unzipped the fly, to then lower the trousers to the ankles.

Beau stepped out of the pants, removed his socks and stood for a moment in front of Rowan, stripped to his white elastic boxers. The guy was looking at him with wide eyes and his mouth partly open, and his cock strained to get free from its elegant confinement.

The blond boss put his thumbs inside the waistband and pulled down his boxers, showing off his glorious naked body, honed in long gym sessions. Every single muscle of his gorgeous body was clearly visible under the fair skin covered by a thin layer of blond hair. When he climbed on the bed and knelt between Rowan’s legs, the guy uttered a chocked whine full of repressed desire. Beau grabbed his legs and bent them over his chest, making the trousers strain to contain the guy’s bubble butt; Rowan looked at Beau, wonderful in his nudity, flashing a puzzled gaze, because the man clearly wanted to make love to him, but he was still fully clothed.

While Rowan, confused, held his own legs up and apart, Beau leaned over to the nightstand and took the lubricant, using it to thoroughly grease his cock. Then he pinched with his fingers the back of Rowan’s trousers, the part hiding his man hole, and ripped a hole in it, then grabbed the underlying cotton boxers and pierced them as well, revealing Rowan’s puckered hole through the elegant smoking.

“For us, for people like you and me” – Beau said, placing the wide helmet of his stiff cock over Rowan’s exposed anus, through the hole in the trousers – “a formal attire is like an armor, it gives us the certainty that nothing can touch us, nothing can hurt us. Feel the smoking encase your hot body, Rowan! Feel the fine fabric hug you: it protects you from the outer world, from all the people. All the people… but me!”

The long cock pressed a bit harder on the tight ring, and Rowan breathed harder, and then, with a loud sigh, he welcomed the manly rod inside him. And it was an experience out of the world, because he felt his clothes covering him, he felt the belt and the waistband of his boxers cinching his waist, the shiny black shoes enclosing his feet, the sparkling white shirt hugging his torso and the bow tie closing his neck; but still, a long, hard cock was slowly invading his most private parts, reaching the most secluded depths of his body.

The contrast between the feeling of protection and the feeling of violation was excruciating, dramatic, and totally erotic for Rowan, who responded tilting his hips to get a deeper penetration, to offer himself to Beau in the most open and vulnerable way.

The hot rod started moving in and out, at a steady pace, making Rowan moan loud, both for the highly erotic feeling of being fucked while completely clothed, and for the pressure he felt in his groin, trapped into the tight underwear and trousers.

“Your armor can’t do anything against my love, Rowan…” – Beau said, pacing up his thrusts – “because I always find the way to your heart. Feel me inside you, Rowan! Feel my manliness take possession of your intimacy! I love you Rowan, I love you, and I won’t ever let you go…”

“Aaahh.. Beau… Nnngghh… AAARRGGHH!!!” – Rowan suddenly shouted, forcefully pushed beyond the no-return point by the massive, expert cock wildly stimulating him from inside. His trapped cock, that in the last week had received no attention whatsoever, shuddered and exploded in an irrepressible climax, drenching the fine fabric with his manly essence, in an orgasm that seemed endless.

The pounding into his ass didn’t stop, and Rowan didn’t want it to stop, he wanted to go on forever! With feverish hands, he tore away his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, while Beau reached to the fly of his trousers, to pull out the slick, and still stiff cock.

“Ahh…! Fuck!” – Rowan hissed when Beau started stroking his dick, still sensitive from the recent orgasm; but he welcomed that authoritarian, manly hand that was demanding more juice from him. The cock in his ass was like a piledriver, and Rowan knew that he couldn’t deny anything to that powerful, loving man: “I’ll give all I have, Beau, everything. I’m yours…”

“Then cum again for me, Rowan… Show me how much you love me! Cum for me… Cum with me, Rowan! Nnngghh… Ah! Oui! Oui!”. A torrent of hot man cream flooded Rowan’s fundaments, and the guy once more gave in to a body-shaking climax, spraying long streaks of white semen over the fine black fabric of his smoking. They went on writhing and trembling for the overwhelming pleasure, until the spasm slowly calmed down and Beau rolled to the mattress, next to Rowan, heaving for the exertion.

 

~ Reality hits back ~

Rowan stood for a while staring at the ceiling, and Beau didn’t interrupt the flow of his thoughts. After all, he knew well who he was thinking to…

“How’s Gerry doing?” – Rowan then asked, breaking the silence. Beau faintly shook his head: “You know how he feels, Rowan. He’s a lost man, without you. But the good news is that after his brawl with Barry, they have… err… found a common language to solve their problems. They are great buddies, now.”

“Did Barry fuck Gerry?? Again?”

“Oh, yes, definitely!” – Beau giggled – “One of his infamous no-hold-barred fucks that you know way too well. But he couldn’t make Gerry cum! So, Gerry turned the tables, and gave Barry a fuck that he’ll remember for long. And he did make him cum! It was more a geyser than an ejaculation, according to Gerry. I don’t know the details, but I know that since then, they’ve become a sort of best buddies, because in the end they wanted the same thing: your happiness.”

Beau thought that Rowan would’ve been happy knowing that, but the guy frowned and turned his had away. “It’s all my fault… I messed it up so bad…”

“What are you talking about? Gerry and Barry are anxious to hug you again, as well as the entire Cove! You can’t imagine how sad it is that place since you went away!”

“But how can I ever come back, Beau?!” – Rowan whined, turning to the man and looking at him with teary eyes – “I acted like a crazy puppet master, I forced Gerry to move to the Cove, and then I pressured him to… change himself, change the way he lives his life! Out of love for me, he… bent himself, bent his sexuality to my needs, but I wanted more, I wanted all of him! And since he didn’t give me what I wanted, I put an additional strain on him, asking for sex to Barry!”

Rowan sniffed, angrily wiped his tears and continued: “I’m glad that Gerry and Barry have somewhat settled the quarrel between them, but I can’t forget that the quarrel was about me! And I tried to force the reality fit dreams, I lied to the entire Cove, making them believe that Gerry was a different person, that somehow women weren’t that important for him, but I knew it wasn’t true!”

“Rowan, you are too harsh with yourself…”

“No, I’m not. Staying here, away from everyone, let me finally face the truth. This can’t work, Beau. Gerry is not really ‘one of us’, like you say. He was a rock, when I first met him. Now he’s insecure, he feels he’s not up to the other members of the Cove, as you are all educated, refined, you speak good. I know, there is Barry who is much like him, but Barry is… Barry; and anyway he truly is one of us, he shares our lifestyle, our way of… loving each other. But not Gerry. His mere presence in the house is a discordant note, he can’t follow the rules of the house and never will. And Gerry and Barry are too similar to be really best buddies, it won’t last, there will be more tension, more quarrels, more brawls… and more punishment fucks!”

Rowan got off the bed and headed to the door: “You warmed my heart, coming here for me, I can’t put in words how grateful I am. And if you ask me to come back I will, because I can’t ever say no to you; but you have to know that I don’t want to come back, I can’t to face all the people I’ve hurt and bear their accusing gazes. And even if they will hide their blaming frown, I can’t hide mine, when I look at myself in the mirror.”

He turned to the door and Beau said hurriedly: “Wait, don’t go away, Rowan. Stay with me tonight... please. I won’t ever force you to come back to the Cove, never in my life. So… please let me enjoy your company a little more, before I go away”.

Rowan turned around, smiling tenderly, and started taking off the cum-drenched smoking. “Are you going to try again convincing me to come back?”

“Oh, I certainly will, many times!” – Beau giggled, and Rowan sighed: “If so, I’d better take a long shower before coming to bed!”

 

~ Hatching another plan ~

The day after, after lunch, Beau and Rowan made a walk in the park surrounding the mansion. When they walked near the stable, Beau pulled Rowan inside, as he knew that at that time of the day it was the best moment to admire it.

In the dimmer light of the old wooden structure, they both looked up, at the wondrous opening in the ceiling that let the sunrays flow in, like a luminous waterfall [3]. Beau put an arm around Rowan’s shoulders and said in a low voice: “You and the architect did an excellent job with this stable. Every time I look at this, I feel… in peace. Jordan is still here, I can feel him, but I’m not desperate any more, as he lives in me. And you… you could read so deep in my heart to create this marvel.”

“Seeing you so happy is the best reward I could hope for” – Rowan replied, looking with adoring eyes at Beau’s beautiful features lit up by the light coming from above.

“Rowan… you’re such a great guy” – the boss said frowning – “and the Cove is not ready to say goodbye to you. You said you couldn’t stand our accusing gazes, but no one accuses you of anything, we all love you. I really would like you to come back with me.”

“I told you” – the guy replied, with strained voice – “I can’t say no to you. If you tell me, I’d jump in the fire, and sure enough I’d come back to the Cove. But I’m not ready, I wouldn’t be happy, there. I feel like something has broken, and I’m… too coward to come pick up the pieces.”

“Uhm…” – Beau mumbled – “So… would you really do anything I ask you?”

Rowan tensed: “You know I would. But please, if you care for me, don’t…”

“Oh, don’t worry” – Beau interrupted him with an inscrutable grin, hatching another plan that for sure, in his mind, would’ve proved to Rowan how deep and unbreakable his bond with him and the Cove was – “I said that never in my life I would force you to come back against your will. But… get ready, because I may put your statement to test…”

Beau ignored the puzzled, questioning glances that Rowan shot him and they walked back to the house. When in, Beau excused himself and went to LaCour’s office to talk to him.

“LaCour I need your assistance for something… way beyond your duties, and I hope you won’t fail me” – the boss said entering the small office. The butler immediately stood up, went next to Beau and looked at him with the same amused, conspiratorial glance he shot him the day before, and offered again his services in an unequivocal way: “Command me in… all things, Sir!”

Beau flashed a knowing smile: “I’m not talking about me, it’s for Rowan. I understand that once you had a… rendezvous with him, a couple months ago, during the house opening [4]. You should recruit another member of the staff, possibly Dawson, the housekeeper, if you think he may… join you in this task. Tonight, when we are about to go to bed, you should…”

Beau leaned over to whisper into the butler’s ear, and it took him a while to explain everything. When done, LaCour’s emerald eyes were shining: “Very well, Sir. You can count on me.”

Later on, Beau and Rowan had dinner, but a much less formal dinner, this time, in the smaller dining room. After dinner, Beau invited the guy to have a drink, and insisted to have Rowan taste an aged Scotch coming straight from the Highlands. Beau talked about Applecross House [5], the vacations spent there in his youth, his difficult relationship with that ancient house, his father’s favorite, and how Kale and Brennan dispelled once and for all his father’s spirit from the house and from his heart [6].

Beau talked, and Rowan drank, until he felt a bit dizzy and excused himself, to go to bed. Beau wished him goodnight and watched him going away, with a rascal smirk on his face.

 

~ One Thousand and One Nights ~

Rowan went up to his room and undressed. His head was spinning, because he was not used to drink alcohol. He was about to wear his pajama when he heard someone knocking, and when they came in, Rowan thought he was dreaming a booze-induced dream. And a damn hot one!

“LaCour… Dawson…!” – the guy blurred, while his mouth sagged open. In front of him, there were the handsome Creole butler and the tall black-skinned housekeeper, wearing only mid-calf long silk robes in middle-eastern style, left generously open to reveal a sort of short loincloth that barely covered their manhood. They were carrying with them what seemed pieces of clothing and small bottles of something like perfume.

“What… Why…” – Rowan stuttered, and LaCour got closer to him: “We’ve been sent to prepare you”. Rowan faintly shook his head: “Prepare me… for what? I don’t feel well, I was going to bed… I really don’t…”

“When the Master calls for his Favourite, you don’t make him wait…” – Dawson said in his deep voice. LaCour echoed him: “We’ll help you get… ready for your Master. First off, a quick shower. Dawson, take care of him.”

The black man efficiently stripped Rowan and got naked himself; the guy didn’t want to stare, but he’d never seen the housekeeper naked, and he couldn’t help but admire his lean, chiseled physique, without an ounce of fat, the sinewy legs and the top-quality manly attributes dangling between them. Dawson gently pushed Rowan into the walk-in shower and opened the tap. Under the warm water, Rowan felt the housekeeper’s soaped hands roaming his entire body, gently sneaking into his most intimate parts.

He gasped when Dawson hugged him tight from behind, and started pressing his entire body over Rowan’s back, spreading the soap all over, in such a sensual way that a low moan escaped Rowan’s mouth. Then, the efficient black hands rinsed his skin and closed the tap. A soft towel quickly dried him off without Rowan even realizing what was happening.

They went back to the bedroom and LaCour opened a bottle of perfumed oil, flashing a sensual glance at Rowan. Both men took some oil in their hands and started spreading it on Rowan’s skin, giving him a sensual massage. Not a single part of Rowan was spared: the slick hands crawled up to his neck and down to his feet, brushed the chest and tickled the nipples, took handfuls of his cock and balls and sneaked into the crack of his ass, in search of his nether portal.

Rowan was inebriated by the perfume and the alcohol still flowing in his veins, and basked in the pleasure those sexy men were giving him. He blushed when the intimate caresses made his cock grow stiff, and gasped when he felt an oiled finger forcing open his rear entrance.

“The Master wants his Favourite ready for anything…” – LaCour murmured, adding a second finger and gyrating them into the tight canal, loosening and lubricating it – “and when he says ‘anything’… he means it!”

“Nnnghh…” – Rowan uttered, when a third finger entered his anus, stretching and massaging it with tender determination. And then he moaned again, when a black hand peeled back his foreskin and started oiling his cock head with slow, erotic movements.

“Please… Please…” – Rowan whined, lost in his sensual dream. He was not at Maison de la Motte any more, he was in a distant, foreign land, the Master had called for him, and he was ready to do whatever he asked him. He was ready to give all himself to his blond, beautiful, powerful Master.

“I’m ready…” – he said, and the men stood up, looking at him with knowing grins. Dawson helped Rowan wearing a silk robe and gave one last sensual massage to his cock, to keep him rock-hard. “Just one last thing…” – LaCour said, and crouched down to tie a golden bracelet to Rowan’s right ankle and put a golden ring on his left little finger. Rowan felt his body on fire, knowing that those pieces of jewelry marked the ownership of his Master over him.

Without a word, the two men escorted Rowan to the door of the main bedroom. Dawson gave a couple more strokes to Rowan’s already throbbing cock and LaCour pushed him into the dimly lit room, closing the door behind him.

 

~ The Master’s Favourite ~

Rowan looked around, and what he saw only added to the dizziness of his head. The only source of light were two lamps at the sides of the bed, and both were covered with red clothes that cast fiery shades on the walls and on the bed; in the center of the wide mattress there was Beau, naked, lying on his back, resting on many pillows.

“Come, my Favourite” – the blond man said in a soft, and yet authoritarian tone – “Climb on the bed, straddle my hips. No, don’t take off your robe, I like it”. Rowan did as ordered and Beau enjoyed the sight of the guy, naked except for the silk robe covering his shoulders, kneeling astride his hips.

Rowan was hard, and Beau raised his hands to roll his nipples between his fingers, adding to his already unbearable sexual tension. “Ooohh…” – the guy moaned softly, while his cock twitched hard. Beau wrapped his hand around the stiff rod pointing at him and started wanking it with slow, deep strokes; it was slick with perfumed oil and the big hand brushed the sensitive head relentlessly, making Rowan shiver and gasping for the excruciate pleasure.

“Master… Master, please…” – Rowan whined – “I can’t hold back… If you go on I won’t be able to restrain my pleasure…! Ah! Please, Master… don’t let me cum!”

“Why not?” – Beau asked sensually, without stopping his hand. “Because I don’t want to cum before my Master! Aaaggh… I’m here to please him, not to feel pleasure!”

“Good answer” – Beau replied, letting go of Rowan’s throbbing cock – “So, how are you going to give me pleasure, boy?”

Rowan leaned over and kissed Beau’s cheeks, his chin, his perfectly shaved jaws, but he avoided his lips, as a sign of respect for the Master’s superior manliness. The warm mouth then moved down to the neck, and licked sensually the deep cleft between his pecs. The greedy tongue moved to one nipple and then the other, and made exquisite love with them, with passion, playing with the stiff titties and licking all around the areolas.

The guy’s fingers traced the wide torso, digging into the crevices of the chiseled abs, to then assault the nipples, tickling, scratching and rolling them with greater intensity, while his ass tilted back and forth, giving an erotic massage to Beau’s fat cock.

It didn’t take long until Rowan felt Beau’s massive manhood growing stiffer and thicker, knocking with eager insistence to his back portal. He scraped with his nails the man’s entire torso, from the nipples to the groin, and was rewarded by a hard throb of Beau’s cock, that pushed with greater pressure against his tender hole.

Rowan recoiled and stood high on his knees, ready to impale himself on the long, stiff pole. Beau looked up at Rowan’s eyes: “Would you take it even dry? Would you suffer to give me pleasure?”.  Not a single doubt obscured Rowan’s shining eyes: “If my Master wants me to.”

“You are a brave and devoted boy, but I don’t want you to feel pain” – Beau said, flashing a sensual smile – “Scramble back and kneel between my legs…”

Rowan complied, and Beau became serious: “You said you would do anything I asked you, that you would give me all of yourself…”. Rowan showed the ring on his small finger: “I bear the marks of your possession, Master. I’m yours. I’m here to give you all, without reserves.”

“Then give me it all…” – Beau murmured with coarse voice, raising and bending his legs to expose his man hole to the astonished guy – “Don’t hesitate, Rowan! Do it, I need it, and you need it, too! The helpless boy who once lay tied on my bed, for me to fuck him to oblivion [7] has now become a man. Be my man, tonight, Rowan!”

Rowan exchanged an intense glance with Beau, and his hard cock, that had been straining for release for so long, found his way between the man’s buttock almost by itself. It was still slick with perfumed oil, and it slipped inside the tight canal effortlessly. Both the guy and the man inhaled sharply, enjoying the intimate physical connection, as intense as the connection of souls that sparkled between their eyes.

“Master, I…” – Rowan murmured, while his cock started pumping with confident virility in and out of Beau’s fiery insides. “Shh, no…” – was the soft reply – “No more Master and Favourite. That’s just you and me, now, Rowan. Make love to me. Aaahh… It feels so good…”

Rowan’s hand grabbed Beau’s cock, dripping with pre-cum, and started stroking it, making the long slick foreskin brush sensually over the sensitive head, over and over, while his own cock pushed hard into the man’s deepest recesses. After the sensual massage received by LaCour and Dawson, and after the long foreplay with Beau, Rowan was desperate to cum, but he soldiered on: “I’m not going to cum before you… Nnngghh…! I won’t… Ooohh… Give me your pleasure, Beau, shoot your juice for me, and I’ll shoot mine inside you…”

“You’re so sexy…” – Beau said with strained voice, won by the total devotion of the guy, who was desperately restraining himself to cum with him – “Aaahh… You’re making me feel… Ooohh! Yes… Yes! FUUUUCK!!”

“AAAARRGGH!” – Rowan echoed him, overwhelmed by the erotic view of Beau lost in a delirious climax, spraying his semen all over his muscular chest. He gave a few more powerful thrusts into Beau’s ass, planting deep inside him his seed, all of it, to the very last drop.

His cock was still throbbing faintly when Rowan leaned over and ground his lips on Beau’s in a churning, passionate, almost possessive kiss; and Beau wondered who was, in the moment, the Master and the Favourite.

 

Minutes later, they were lying on the bed, smiling at each other. Beau reached to Rowan’s ankle to remove the golden bracelet: “We don’t need this anymore…”

“Wait…” – Rowan exclaimed – “Leave it there. It will remind me of this night, of you. I’m not taking it as a gift, I’m just borrowing it. I’ll give it back to you when… if I ever come back to the Cove”.

“Don’t make me wait too much, my Favourite…” – Beau said, lying again next to Rowan – “because I hate to stay separated for long from my most treasured possessions…”

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