The Cove

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, who struggles to fully explore his sexual inclinations and find his place within the Cove.
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 female 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. Gerry, terribly worried, finds consolation into Kale's arms. Barry and Gerry find a common ground (rough sex!) to settle their quarrel.
Rowan is then located at Maison de la Motte and the entire Cove goes to him to take him back.
Barry is arrested and put in jail and Kale is extremely worried for him; he tries to find comfort in Gerry’s arms, but he ends up having sex with him and his woman Gladys.

Synopsys

For the first time in his life Barry is truly scared: he's a tough guy, but his cellmates are tougher than him. He will resort to his inner strength when Wade, a barely legal straight boy, is thrown into his cell. At the Cove, Kale confesses his sexual intercourse with Gladys, and Beau's reaction is not what everyone expected...  [⏳: 27’]

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~ Cast of Characters: the “Who’s Who” of the Cove!
~ Floor Plan of the Cove
~ Book 01: Chapters 01-10 (PDF with bookmarks)
~ Book 02: Chapters 11-14 (PDF with bookmarks)

≈ CHAPTER 14 – LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER ≈

~ Imprisoned ~

“I’m fine…” – Barry lied, with a voice so low that Beau and Sterling, the lawyer, barely heard him. The usually overactive and positive worker was a terrible sight: bruised, battered and with his handcuffed wrists hooked to the metal table. The prison’s visiting room was bare and depressing, and the orange jumpsuit they gave Barry to wear was clearly too tight on his massive frame.

He raised his head and gazed at Sterling, looking at his refined, handsome features and his elegant suit. He was probably in his mid-thirties, and his confident attitude, his bright white teeth and his perfectly combed dark-blond hair talked about a luxury lifestyle. He had everything Barry usually hated in a man, but his smile was sincere, his interest in Barry’s situation was genuine, and his blue eyes weren’t afraid to honestly reveal his true thoughts. Barry flashed a faint, thankful smile: “Thank you, Mr…”

“Just Sterling, Barry.” – he politely replied, reciprocating the smile – “I’m Beau’s good friend, and yours, too, I hope. Now, tell us what happened.”

Barry took a deep breath and began telling his story. “Yesterday, at the quarry, everything was going worse and worse. There’s a worker under my command, the name’s Larry, who is a total asshole, but I can’t fire him, because he’s the owner’s nephew. And he knows that I can’t touch him, so he always nags me and ignores my orders… and then fucks everything up!”

“Yesterday we all had to skip lunch because we had to fix the umpteenth mess caused by that motherfucker, and I was fuming. It was not even the closing hour when he came to me, already showered and ready to go, and made fun of me, because I still had a lot of work to do. I saw red and shouted at him to go fuck himself, and he got closer, with an arrogant attitude, and shoved me. I shoved him back and he punched me in the face, and… I don’t remember well… I know I hit him so hard that he fell to the ground.”

“I swear I didn’t hurt him that bad!” – Barry said with passion, looking at Sterling and Beau – “but he fell down and hit his head on a rock nearby. That’s a quarry, for god’s sake! There are rocks anywhere! I couldn’t know that he…”

Barry paused for a moment, trying to keep his cool, and then continued: “I saw him unconscious, so I called the 911, I told them what happened, and the ambulance came, along with two cops, who said I was under arrest; I tried to tell them that I’d been attacked, that it wasn’t my fault, and I think… I’m not sure… I guess I shoved one of the cops, just a little bit, I just wanted them to listen to me! They got mad, handcuffed me and brought me here.”

“Didn’t they read you your rights?? And how come they didn’t release you on bail?” – Sterling exclaimed, surprised – “It’s very rare that the arraignment takes place on the same day as the arrest! Who assisted you?”

“A public defender. I’d not been given the chance to call anyone, because the Court was already in session and the cops wanted to get rid of me before ending their shift. The defender did his best, but the judge denied bail because I’m… I’m a repeat offender: I had a prior sentence for aggression. I wasn’t convicted, back then, because I was clean, but it’s on my criminal record.”

Barry stood silent and lowered his head, defeated. Beau’s heart went to him, couldn’t stand seeing him so depressed, so lost, and looked at Sterling with pleading eyes: “Can you do something for him? Money is not a problem, you know that, I’ll do whatever it takes…”

Sterling flashed a tender smile, with a faraway look in his eyes: “You know I would do this for you even for free, Beau. Now stop worrying, I hate seeing that frown on your handsome face…”

“Sterling… Stop that… You know that I…” – Beau said tentatively, but the lawyer flashed an impish smile: “I know, I know, but it was worth a try! Now, seriously, there are many things that I noticed in Barry’s case: they didn’t inform him about his rights, they didn’t grant him a phone call before the arraignment, and he was not the first to attack, though we’ll have to prove this last circumstance at trial. I can grant we’ll take Barry out of here”.

Beau beamed with hope: “You see, Barry?” – he exclaimed in a comforting tone, grabbing his handcuffed hands across the table – “You’ll soon be…”

“No touch!!” – a guard barked at Beau, who promptly recoiled and withdrew his hands.

Sterling stepped in: “Barry, in this situation I can’t get you out of jail in few hours, you have to face a trial, it will take seven to ten days, hopefully no longer than that.”

Before going away, Beau looked straight at Barry: “Do you need something, buddy? How is the… situation in your cell?”

“Don’t worry for me, Beau” – the worker replied, trying too hard to sound confident, and Beau knew for sure he was lying – “I can watch my back”.

~ Hard jail life ~

Barry was escorted back to his cell, his cuffs were removed and the sliding bar door closed behind him. He sat on his bunk and looked at the other three inmates sharing with him the small space. Two of them were white, had ugly features and were covered with tattoos; their rude voices and coarse laughter echoed in the cell, while exchanging vulgar jokes. They looked dangerous, and Barry knew better than cross their path.

The two guys were rowdy and self-assured, even arrogant, but apparently they regarded as their boss the third man, a muscular guy in his late thirties with a tanned skin tone, probably Cuban. He didn’t have any visible tattoo, but he didn’t need them to strike fear: his piercing light-brown eyes and his evil smirk were more than enough to intimidate even the rude couple.

Barry did his best not to ever catch their attention, lay on his bunk and stayed there until dinner time. After dinner, they went back to the cell and after a short while the lights went out. The three guys took away their orange jumpsuits, keeping only their white briefs on; the two white men were ripped, but too slim, and their ugly faces disgusted Barry. But the Cuban was a fucking Latino stud, with all the right muscles in the right places, a flawless caramel skin and a massive bulge filling his briefs. His eyes, though evil, were magnetic and lit up an extremely manly and handsome face. 

The Cuban looked toward Barry and flashed a glance that exuded an overwhelming repressed lust. “Won’t you strip for us, man?” – he growled, massaging his bulge – “Come on… There is nothing interesting to do here, no one to have fun with… But for lack of anything else, I could fancy a tight ass around my rod… It’s been a week since I last shoot my load, and I’m so horny…”

“Fuck you!” – Barry growled, while covertly checking the situation, sensing the danger.

“The man, here, is uncooperative, apparently…” – the dark-skinned guy replied, talking to his fellow inmates but looking straight at Barry – “Too bad, we’ll have to convince him. Take him!”

The two white guys instantly pounced on Barry, but they didn’t catch him by surprise. Barry stomped hard his booted foot on one guy’s belly and grabbed the other one by his neck and pulled him down to the floor, while quickly jumping off the bed.

The first guy tried to grab Barry from behind, but the bulky man walked backwards, fast, smashing his aggressor against the wall. With another powerful kick he sent the other guy sprawling unconscious on the floor; and then turned around quickly, facing the guy on his back, just in time to land a smashing punch on his ugly face. He saw the guy’s eyes roll back and his knees give up, making him sag on the floor.

Barry stood standing, heaving for the exertion, his fists still clenched, and looked at the Cuban, in silence, for a long while, as neither of them wanted to be the first to avert his gaze. The two battered white men groaned and slowly raised from the floor, and were about to attack Barry again, but the dark-skinned guy hissed: “Gus! Spike! It’s bedtime.”

“But Jorge, we can…” – one guy replied, but the Cuban slapped him hard: “Didn’t you hear? I said it’s time to go to bed!”. He shot an evil glance at Barry and growled: “I’m not done with you, man…”.

The Cuban, Jorge, turned around and got into his bunk, and the other two, Gus and Spike, followed suit. Barry slowly sat on his own bunk and lay down, but he slept with one eye open. He knew he was in danger, but he swore to himself that if those men wanted to rape him, they would’ve raped a dead body.

The next day went on smoothly, breakfast, yard time, lunch, dinner. Barry mostly lay in bed, recovering his strength, because he knew that the worst would’ve come when the lights would go out.

Unexpectedly, their sliding door opened, and a young guy with a clean face and tidy hair was roughly pushed into the cell. While the door was closing, he turned to the guards, outside, and whined: “Sir… the bunks are all taken…”, and the guard shrugged his shoulders: “The prison is overcrowded, find someone to bunk with…”

~ Lamb to the slaughter ~

The lights went off, and the guy gasped loud, looking around the cell with fearful eyes. The faces staring back at him scared the shit out of him. He moved sideways to the corner of the cell, next to the bars, and slowly sat on the floor, trying to become so small to disappear.

Barry instantly knew that the boy was like a lamb to the slaughter, in Jorge’s and his thugs’ eyes and said softly: “How old are you, kid? Why have you been arrested?”

“I’m eighteen, sir… I was so stupid to trust a friend of mine, bringing with me a bag that apparently contained drugs, they arrested me five minutes after the plane landed. I… didn’t know what the bag contained, I swear!”

Jorge slowly stood up, wearing only his underwear; he flashed a lustful smirk to the trembling boy and murmured: “Bunk with me, kid… Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle… I won’t shred to pieces your young, tender ass, if you will be good to me…”

The boy shook his head, horrified, and Jorge hissed to his goons, with glacial voice: “Strip him naked.”

Spike pounced on the boy and immobilized him, painfully turning his arm behind his back, and with the other hand he roughly tore open the long fly of the boy’s orange jumpsuit and pulled it off his shoulders, making it hang loose from the elastic waistband.

Barry was about to spring forward to help the boy, but he felt Gus pressing a cold blade on his throat and froze. “I wouldn’t move a single muscle, stud…” – Jorge said menacingly, moving in front of him – “Relax and enjoy the show”. He went to the boy and roughly pulled down the jumpsuit from the waist and tore it away, along with the shoes, and then harshly pulled down his underwear, leaving the boy naked and trembling uncontrollably.

The boy whined: “Sir… please… not my ass… I’ve never done that, sir! I’m not like that, I don’t mess with guys!”. As a reply, Jorge massaged lasciviously his own bulge, under the horrified eyes of the boy, and then lowered the waistband, making his thick hard cock spring out and bounce up and down. It wasn’t as thick as Barry’s, but just as long: definitely a dangerous weapon for an unwilling, unexperienced virgin ass.

He stepped out of his briefs and grabbed the boy’s ankles, forcefully bending his legs over his torso, while Spike held him mid-air from behind. “You don’t mess with guys?” – Jorge mused, pressing his cock on the inviolate anus – “Good, I don’t like second-hand sluts. Say farewell to your virgin ass boy…”

Jorge’s muscles flexed, ready to impale the boy, but Barry’s voice boomed in the cell: “WAIT!! Jorge, wait, don’t do that, Jesus Christ, he’s just a boy! Take me, instead! I won’t fight back, I won’t run away, take my ass, fuck me, but leave the kid alone!”

Jorge’s eyes beamed with fiery lust. “Oh, the stud, here, wants to have his ass drilled by a manly rod…” – he mocked, and then his voice became a hiss – “OK, I’ll give you what you crave for, slut! But one wrong move… or better one move and the boy is dead.”

Gus released Barry, withdrawing the rudimentary knife from his throat, and the worker slowly stripped naked and bent over his bed, willingly offering his ass to the oncoming rape. But Jorge said: “No, no, stud, lay on your back: I want to see your face grimacing with pain when I tear your hairy ass apart!”

Barry complied, hooked his knees with his hands and held his own legs bent over, with a confident attitude; he wasn’t scared of being roughly fucked: after all Barry was certainly not a virgin, he got several forceful fucks at the Cove, by Alex, by Kale [1] and even by Rowan, once [2].

Jorge spat on his cock and knelt on the bed, put Barry’s legs on his shoulder to force him into the most vulnerable position ever, and without any hesitation he shoved his entire long cock into the man’s ass, all the way, to the hilt. He welcomed with an evil grin the smirk of pain on Barry’s face, but he was disappointed by not hearing him scream like a slaughtered lamb, as he hoped.

So, he started banging hard his hips on Barry’s splayed ass, shoving his big cock deeper into him, wreaking and crashing open his inner defenses. The fuck became frantic, while the muscled Cuban tried to break Barry’s hole, and his spirit with it. But Barry resisted bravely to the onslaught and looked defiantly into his rapist eyes, without uttering the faintest sound.

Jorge pounded him furiously, but at some point his angry smirk morphed into a knowing grin: “You’re not a first-timer, stud… You have opened your legs for other men before! I will have fun with you, stud… You wanna play? Since you won’t scream for the pain, then I’ll make you squeal for the pleasure like a whore! I will fuck the cum out of you!”

~ Trial of resistance ~

Jorge’s cock, that so far had been a deadly weapon whose sole aim was to ravage, smash and wreak Barry’s hole, slowed down, and started moving sensually into the worker’s moist cavity, exploring with gentleness the deepest recesses of his body and searching for its most sensitive spots.

Barry widened his eyes, realizing that the manly Cuban knew way too well how to use his cock, pushing all his inner buttons and relentlessly brushing the wide mushroom head over his prostate. Jorge locked eyes with Barry and shot a triumphant gaze at him, seeing his mighty cock rise and stiffen, to then proudly swell in all its amazing thickness.

What began as a hideous rape had suddenly turned into a trial of resistance. Barry tried hard to feel disgust, to hate what Jorge was doing to him, but the Cuban was too handsome, too hot and too good at maneuvering his big tool inside his quivering hole. A bead of pre-cum glistened on Barry’s cock, and Jorge sensually smeared the slimy fluid all over the worker’s exposed glans, rejoicing his restrained sigh of pleasure.

The mighty dark-skinned cock seemed tireless and went on pumping in and out of Barry’s ass for what seemed an eternity, and Barry started to feel that he might lose the battle. After all, Barry had an overactive sexuality, but he couldn’t get off for days, and now the relentless battering of his prostate was bringing the pressure into his balls to the boiling point, causing a dull pain into his groin. Barry ignored the pain and tried desperately to ignore the pleasure, too, but Jorge didn’t let him: “I told you, I’ll make you cum, no matter how hard you resist…”

The Cuban recoiled, spat on his hand and curled his fingers around Barry’s thick cock, stroking it with sensual long thrusts. Barry stiffened, trying his best to resist to the additional stimulation. He looked up, at the handsome Cuban face over him, and let his eyes reveal his overwhelming repressed lust, and even his guilty pleasure, as well as the attraction he was feeling for the muscled Latino stud impaling him.

Jorge smiled wider, looking forward to his oncoming victory over the hairy worker, and sighed with pleasure when Barry raised his hands and started caressing his chest, playing with his nipples and scratching the stiff titties. He pumped with greater vigor his cock into Barry’s ass, surprised and excited by his ability to rhythmically clench his anal rings, giving to his cock an excruciating additional massage.

“Yes… yes…” – Jorge groaned, sweating profusely, while his hips paced up in sync with the hand wanking Barry’s cock – “You lost, stud… You’re about to cum! I broke you, I made you fall for me! Yeah! Let me see you shoot your jizz! Cum, man! CuuUUUHH… FUUUCCKK!!!”

The Cuban was taken by surprise by his climax, forced by Barry’s sensual use of his ass muscles, and started spurting all his pent-up juice deep into the worker’s fiery chute. Unwilling to shamefully lose their trial of resistance, he cheated, trying desperately to force Barry, at least, to cum with him; he tightened his fist around Barry’s cock and started stroking it furiously, evilly insisting on the sensitive head.

Barry’s entire body flexed, like it was shaken by an electrical surge, and his chocked scream resounded on the cell walls: “AAAAARRGGHHH!!!”

Jorge felt Barry’s anal ring clench hard around his cock, in the throes of an agonizing climax, and closed his eyes, satisfied and exhausted; basking in the pleasure of his own orgasm, he let go of Barry’s cock, now that he’d forced the cum out of him, even if cheating. 

When he reopened his eyes, Barry was looking at him with a triumphant glare in his eyes. Jorge scanned his hairy body, drenched with sweat, but he couldn’t spot a single trace of the worker’s sperm. He didn’t scream for the overwhelming pleasure Jorge had forced him to feel: he screamed for the almost superhuman effort he was putting in holding back his orgasm!

“Now release the boy” – Barry said with coarse voice, panting hard. Jorge pulled out of Barry’s ass and silently gestured to Spike to set the boy free. He turned again to Barry and hissed: “I don’t like losing. Watch your back, man!”. And with these last threatening words, he went to his bed, and the two white thugs did the same.

The boy was standing in the corner of the cell, naked and trembling, and Barry said in a low voice: “Come kid, lie here, next to me. There’s no much room, but don’t worry, I won’t touch you”. Barry turned to his side, away from Wade, because his unsatisfied cock was still hard and throbbing, and he didn’t want the boy to be scared of him. Wade squeezed in the little space left by Barry’s massive body and snuggled up against his back. Slowly, his shaking trailed off.

~ Heartfelt thanks ~

 “Thanks, sir…” – the boy murmured after a while – “I’m so sorry… I’m terribly sorry that you had to…”. His voice ended with a restrained sob, as the boy was clearly putting a great effort not to cry. “Don’t sweat it, kid. It could’ve been worse. But stick with me until you’re here. What’s your name, kid?”

“Wade, sir. I’m from Iowa, but I just moved to California to stay with my girlfriend. I don’t know how I will tell her I’m in jail…”

“If she’s a smart girl, she won’t give up on a nice guy like you for this… I guess it’s true what you said earlier, that you don’t mess with guys…”

Wade stiffened and propped himself on his elbow, to look at Barry. “Of course, sir. Never, never in my life, why are you… Ah!” – he gasped, spotting Barry’s huge throbbing cock, and a scared whine escaped his lips.

Barry rolled on his back and turned to Wade, whose mouth sagged open looking at the massive beer-can thick cock, now standing in all its frightening glory. “Look into my eyes, Wade” – Barry said with soothing voice – “I won’t touch you. It’s a promise. I’m sorry, I wish I could get rid of this hard-on, but I couldn’t get off for many days, and what the Cuban did to me… well… it brought my tension to unbearable levels. But I know how to restrain myself. Don’t fear me, you have my word. Now sleep, I’ll watch on you.”

Wade lay down, heartened by Barry’s sincere gaze, and curled again against him, closing his eyes. And soon Barry, exhausted and sore, did the same.

It was the darkest hour of the night when Barry woke up, emerging from a beautiful dream where Kale was sucking his cock with passion. He opened his eyes and realized that it was not entirely a dream: Wade was lying between his legs, and was sloppily sucking his cock, making up for his obvious lack of experience with a great passion.

“Wade!” – Barry whispered under his breath, not to wake up the three thugs – “What are you doing?!”

“N… Nothing, sir…” – he replied under his breath, utterly ashamed – “You kept rolling and moaning while sleeping, and your cock stayed hard all the time, and… I wanted to relieve your pain, sir… I’m sorry, I know it may be… disgusting to you, sir, but your body needs relief, it’s not gay or something, just a… helping hand from a buddy…”

“Kid, you’re not into these things, I can’t let you…”

“No sir, please, let me do it. You’ve sacrificed much more than this for me, let me at least do this for you. I wish I could be better at this, but I’ve never… well…”

His voice trailed off, and hesitantly he started again bobbing his head over the gigantic cock. He was too inexperienced to take much more than just the wide glans into his mouth, but he worked it passionately with his tongue, while massaging the shaft with both hands. Barry gasped, and tried to say something, but the eager, innocent expression of the boy, coupled with his sloppy, clumsy blowjob fired up his loins, and his repressed lust overtook his senses. He felt a sudden wreaking orgasm explode in his groin and bucked wildly, bringing both hands to his own mouth, to muffle an irrepressible scream of pleasure.

He was afraid to wake up the thugs, so he had no choice but to stay perfectly silent, without uttering the faintest sound, while the mind-blowing climax shook his body and his cock fired off countless shots of pent-up juice. He closed his eyes, still muffling his own mouth with both hands, and waited until the seemingly endless orgasm finally ended.

When he could breathe again, he opened his eyes, and he was surprised not to see his body flooded with his sperm, like he expected. Wade was looking at him, with a proud smile… and a rivulet of white cream seeping out of the corner of his mouth.

“Wade! You… you drank it??” – Barry gasped, feeling guilty for not having spared the straight guy, at least, the experience of gulping down another man’s seed, but Wade clearly mistook the reason of Barry’s exclamation; he quickly wiped his mouth and said with a contrite whisper: “Blame me, not yourself, sir! It wasn’t my intention to lure into something… against nature. As for me, don’t worry, it wasn’t as terrible as you may think, after all…”

Barry felt his heart about to explode, both for the gratitude he had for the boy, who went against his own sexual inclinations to relieve his hero’s pain; and also for the rush of tenderness he felt, realizing that the boy didn’t guess he was passionately into man-love, and was doing his best to take upon himself the guilt of having done with Barry something… ‘against nature’.

“Now sleep, kid” – Barry said with a fatherly tone, but suddenly frowned – “And I mean it. No more stunts. We need to rebuild our energies, as these thugs won’t leave us alone, the nightmare isn’t over.”

Wade lay down, next to Barry, and placed his head on his massive chest, feeling safe into his protective hug; the last thing he laid his eyes on, drifting off, was Barry’s massive cock, now lying limp on his groin, and smiled contented.

~ A boy for Barry? ~

The next morning, after breakfast, Barry was taken from his cell and escorted to the visiting room. He was a bit worried to leave Wade alone, but he knew that nothing could happen to him in daytime.

In the visiting room there were Beau and Sterling, and Barry sighed contented, looking at such display of refined male beauty after the dreadful experience of that night.

“Unfortunately, the trial can’t be held earlier than the next week” – the lawyer said after the greetings – “and in the meantime there’s no way to get you out of jail. I’m trying to do my best to speed up things.”

“But the good news” – Beau intervened – “is that in California there are several pay-for-stay facilities, private prisons with more comfortable one-man cells, where the inmates can stay, paying a daily fee.”

“How much does it cost this… pay-for-stay?” – Barry asked, and Beau was surprised by his question. “Well, it’s around $100 per day…”

“I can’t afford it…”

“Barry, I told you, your expenses are entirely on me! This is no time for pride, let me help you, buddy!”

“Sorry, Beau, I didn’t mean to offend you. I can’t thank you enough for what you are doing for me, and I guess that the… legal costs” – Barry said, looking sideways at Sterling – “will be much higher than that. Fact is… I was not talking about me. I can’t be happier to move to a better place than this, but I won’t move away without... bringing with me another person, and I can’t ask you to cover his expenses, too.”

“Another person?” – Beau asked, puzzled – “You’ve been here just a couple days: have you already tied such a close friendship with another man?”

“More a boy than a man…” – Berry replied, shyly – “He needs… my protection, I can’t leave him alone with those… beasts. He’s coming with me, or I stay here, but I can’t pay $100 a day for him so… so I can’t…”

“Barry, look at me” – Beau said, very seriously – “This situation is terrible, and there are so many things that we wish to do and we can’t. But money, buddy, that’s the last of your problems. I don’t want to hear a single word more about the subject. OK?”

The worker shot a thankful glance to his buddy, but suddenly averted his gaze: “Say, does this pay-for-stay facility offer… medical assistance, too? To check for possible STD’s?”

“Sexually transmitted diseases?” – Sterling exclaimed – “Why?”

Beau instantly guessed what was on Barry’s mind: “Barry, did someone… forced himself on you? A guard, an inmate?”

“An inmate…” – the worker said, unable to look at his buddy’s eyes – “He was about to hurt the boy and I… I traded myself for his safety. I let him fuck me. And he did it, roughly. He didn’t use any protection... and he came inside.”

The lawyer leapt on his feet: “This is horrible! Such things must not happen!”

“Sit down, Sterling, there’s nothing you can do about that” – Barry said with a resigned expression, shaking his head – “Believe me, the guards heard our screams, and they were… unmistakable, but no one came. They know way too well what happens when the lights go off. But if you’re willing to do something, then help my boy, Wade, he shouldn’t stay here.”

“Your… boy?” – Beau asked cautiously – “You mean your… boy?”

“No, no, nothing like that. I like him, and when he was in danger I did whatever it took to save him, but he’s not… one of us, Beau. He can’t possibly be ‘my boy’. But I hope that, when this nightmare is over, we won’t… lose one another, that’s all.” 

“Tell me about the situation of this Wade” – Sterling said with professional attitude – “and let me do something for him.”

Barry told all he knew about Wade, and then Sterling called for him and met him in another visiting room. When he was back, he said: “Wade is such a nice guy, and I’m quite sure I can quickly get him out of jail, after the trial. In the meantime, I’ll arrange the pay-for-stay for you both. Say, Barry…” – he then added with a casual tone – “do you want you to stay in two separate cells or… do you prefer a two-men cell?”

Barry flashed a thankful smile and replied in an unusually shy tone: “A two-men cell, please.”

The next morning, the guards came to take Barry and Wade away. Before going, Barry went closer to Jorge and looked straight into his eyes, intensely; and then he swiftly hooked his neck with his hand and pulled him in a churning, passionate kiss, under the astonished eyes of his two goons. 

When he recoiled he winked at the breathless Jorge and lowered his eyes to the Cuban’s obvious erection making a tent into his orange jumpsuit. Barry flashed a rogue grin at the two white thugs and said: “Good luck with that…”, and off he was.

~ Eerie vibes at the Cove ~

The three days since Barry’s arrest had been very hard for Beau. Truth to be told, he was used to stay at home, workout in the gym and do little more than that; but lately he had not a single minute to rest: after roaming the town in search of Barry he contacted Sterling, ran with him from office to office, visited Barry in prison, arranged the pay-for-stay, and all the while he felt terrible, thinking at the dreadful experience his buddy was living, locked in a cell with three violent thugs and a boy to take care of.

When he finally went back home, he sat in the living room, exhausted and depressed, badly in need of a comforting word. The atmosphere was eerie, the house was unusually silent, as if the entire Cove was holding his breath, waiting for Barry to come back.

He heard steps coming from the stairs and saw Kale climbing down. “Hey, buddy!” – Beau exclaimed, with the liveliest tone he was capable of, but with a hurt, pleading glance in his eyes. Kale stopped in his tracks and murmured: “Hi, Beau…”; he still didn’t feel ready to talk to Beau, to confess him his hideous cheating with Gladys, and quickly turned around, going back upstairs.

Beau felt like he had been slapped and kept staring at the staircase, now desert, feeling tears of anger and disappointment stinging on the back of his eyes. He needed Kale, he needed him to relieve his burden, but he seemed too concentrated on himself to even give his lover a badly needed hug.

“There are times when a man feels he can’t make a single step more” – an ageless voice said gravely behind him – “but he must find the strength inside him to pick up his fallen friend and bring him home.”

“Wahkan!” – Beau exclaimed, turning around; when his eyes met the Sioux’, he felt a sudden warmth in his heart, the soothing certainty that everything would soon be fine. “Your heart is heavy” – Wahkan said – “but Kale’s even heavier. You have the strength to bear both burdens on your shoulders.”

“I’m not sure” – the blond boss replied, with a faint smile – “but if you say I’m strong enough, then it must be so. You can read inside me better than myself”. Wahkan briefly placed his hand on Beau’s shoulder, and then disappeared upstairs.

In his room, Kale felt like he was suffocating; he stripped to his underwear with rabid moves and threw himself on the bed, face down, but he didn’t muffle his sobs in the pillow, like last time: it was like he had no more tears to cry.

He didn’t need to see or hear him: when he felt a silent presence behind him, he knew that Laniakea was there for him. He welcomed with a sigh the guy climbing on his bed and holding him tight from behind. His naked skin smelled of a spiced, manly shower gel, and his hefty limp cock quietly pressed on his buttocks, covered by the thin briefs.

“You have to tell him, you know that…” – Laniakea said and Kale sighed again: “I will, and it’ll be like I’m stabbing him in the heart… I’ve cheated on him with a woman… I broke the most important rule of the house, having sex with an outsider, uncaring of what was happening to Barry… And now I’m going to him to give him the death blow…”

Kale rolled on the bed, face up, and looked straight at the guy: “Make love to me, Nani kōkī. Please. I… I need to feel loved, no matter how bad I am…”

Laniakea smiled, and gently pulled down his cousin’s underwear; leaning on the nightstand, he took some lubricant and greased his cock, raising Kale’s surprise: “You know you don’t really need it with me…”. “You didn’t ask to be fucked” – Laniakea replied with a tender smile – “You asked to be loved…”

He penetrated Kale ever so slowly, enjoying the velvety feeling of the man’s intimacy on his stiff manhood, and started moving his hips in the most sensual way. Kale pressed his head on the pillow and uttered a contented sigh, while the guy’s hips bounced rhythmically on his buttocks. In few minutes, Laniakea was heaving, burning with desire, and recoiled a bit, to have more room and pound harder on Kale’s firm ass. He looked down, between the man’s legs, and saw his flaccid cock bouncing on his groin at each thrust.

He slowed down, almost stopping, and shot a questioning look at his cousin: “Don’t… don’t you like it? I can stop… really, I can stop, if you don’t want…”

“I want you like never before, my sweet Nani kōkī…” – he replied – “I need to be loved, to feel loved, and that’s what you’re giving to me. That’s something way beyond mere sexual pleasure. I don’t know what will happen when I go upstairs, but in this moment I know I’m loved, totally, completely, and nothing else matters. Give me your passion, give me your essence, my boy, and let me live this moment.”

Laniakea was not totally sure of what Kale really meant, but was absolutely sure he loved him with all his heart, and let him know that, in the most intimate and passionate way he knew of. His cock started again sliding in and out of Kale’s cock, each time giving an exquisite caress to the man’s joy button. He didn’t give up on giving to Kale more than he was asking for, though, and lowered his hands on his almost hairless torso, touching the very tip of his nipples with his fingertips, in such a delicate, erotic way that Kale’s body couldn’t help but respond enthusiastically.

The guy saw Kale’s cock coming to life, and smiled happily, moving one hand to grab it, to stroke it sensually, passionately, tracing the sensitive corona with his finger and smearing the clear streak of pre-cum oozing from the tip all over the swollen glans.

Kale started moaning louder, and Laniakea moved faster, slamming his hips on the man’s buns, willing to give to his cousin, his master, his friend every inch of his cock and every ounce of his heart.

“You are loved, Kale, never doubt it” – Laniakea said with coarse voice, quickly climbing to the peak of his pleasure – “and I’m about to give you the proof of my love, but I need you to do the same… Ooohh… Cum with me, Kale… Nnngghh… Be my Nani kōkī tonight…!” – and then Laniakea’s muscles flexed in the delightful agony of the climax, but not a single sound slipped from his sealed lips.

“Aaaahh… Yes! YESSS!!” – Kale screamed, won by the waves of tenderness and affection that his cousin, his boy, his friend was throwing at him. The counselor moaned loud, tossing his head from side to side, while the guy’s hand kept pumping on his spurting dick and a hot stream of lava inundated his ass.

Kale looked at Laniakea shaken by a powerful orgasm, and once again he saw him clenching his teeth, keeping the sounds of his pleasure inside him, fiercely, almost without even breathing. The counselor’s heart went out to his cousin, realizing that growing up in a narrow-minded family, in a small village like Hana, had taken a toll on his usually irrepressible vitality.

When the delightful spasms stopped, Laniakea lay next to Kale and shot a keen glance at him: “Take a shower, and then go upstairs. Every minute more you hide him the truth you make you both suffer, and neither of you deserve that. You deserve to be happy.”

Kale flashed a faint smile, and kissed Laniakea on his lips: “I wonder who’s the man and who’s the boy…”. With a deep breath, he got off the bed and had a long hot shower; he put on a clean shirt and his jeans and headed to Beau’s room.

~ One crime, three culprits ~

Kale heard a sullen “Entrez…” through the door, after knocking, and entered the room. Beau was sitting at the dining table, next to a bottle of brandy and a glass decidedly too full for such a strong liquor. He looked at Kale and didn’t say anything; the counselor sat next to him, silently, and looked out of the ample window at the distant Ocean sparkling under the moonlight.

“There’s no way to sugarcoat it…” – Kale said in a low, trembling voice – “I wish I could spare you this pain, and I’ve probably made things worse, delaying this moment, but I can’t have secrets for you. I… I cheated on you, Beau.”

“Cheated?” – Beau said, turning to Kale – “Not with a man of the Cove, or you wouldn’t use this word…”

“You’re right, it’s an outsider. A… A woman. And not just any woman, she’s Gerry’s lover, Gladys…”

Beau uttered a sort of chocked sigh, trying to cope with the totally unexpected revelation, and with the sudden pain that came with it. “Gladys…” – he repeated, as to have a confirmation, and then gulped down a huge sip of brandy.

“I don’t know what I was thinking about…” – Kale murmured – “At the Cove we were all anxious and in pain for Barry, and I… I couldn’t find anything better to do than sneaking into Glady’s bed.”

“Did you cum into her?” – was Beau incongruous question, and Kale felt even worse, as he had to reveal the most sordid details of his cheating, but he didn’t back off. He lowered his eyes and replied: “Yes. I came in the condom, I mean…”, and then he frowned, because he was sure he was wearing a condom… but he didn’t remember where it came from.

There was a deadly silence, and Kale felt his heart sink into a bottomless pit. “Beau, tell me something…”

Beau took another huge sip of brandy, stomped the empty glass on the table, making Kale jump on the chair, and blurted out, angrily, slightly blurring the words: “I thought we were happy! I thought you loved me! But how can I compete with a woman? Je n’ai pas une chatte! I don’t have a cunt, sorry, man! If that’s what you want, then you should look elsewhere! What have I been for you these years? A distraction? A test to check your sexual inclinations?”

“NO!!” – Kale screamed, horrified – “I love you, Beau! I never stopped loving you! I… I… I don’t even know what I was looking for! It… happened! While I was at it, it all felt so wrong! Only when Gerry fucked me…”

“Gerry was there??” – Beau exclaimed with chocked voice, and his gaze was so hurt and lost that Kale tried to hold his hand, but he withdrew it hastily. Kale felt like things were getting worse and worse, and whatever he said he could only cause even more damage. 

The counselor raised his teary eyes on the man he loved more than anything, the man he was losing, and felt crushed under the weight of the burden oppressing his heart. “Beau… I can only say that I dearly regret what I’ve done” – Kale said with an exhausted tone – “I didn’t want to do it, I went downstairs because you were out, and Barry was in jail, everybody was looking at me, asking for support, and I… I badly needed a hug. Just a hug. I feel sick, if I think back to what I’ve done… and what I’ve done to you.”

A sudden voice came from the door: “Kale… I’m so sorry…”. They turned around and Gerry was in the doorframe. “The last thing I wanted was to make you feel bad…”

“What you mean?” – Beau asked, standing up, followed by Kale.

“Beau, it’s all my fault. Rowan made me realize how bad I acted with Kale, that’s why I’m here. When Kale came downstairs, I immediately realized that he was in a mild state of shock, he was too upset to think straight. At first I tried to calm him down, and Gladys, too, but then I saw Gladys kissing Kale, touching him sensually, and… I took advantage of him, in a way. I tore off his pants, I made him hard sucking him, I even rolled a condom on his dick…!”

Kale murmured to himself: “That’s why I was wearing a condom…!”, and they looked at Gerry astonished, and the man continued, in an anxious flow of words: “I literally pushed Kale over Gladys, I… I almost drove his cock into Glady’s cunt, like a stallion with a mare, while I should’ve stopped him altogether, and Gladys, too! But she was too enthralled in the idea of being fucked by a gay man, she later told me she hoped to ‘cure’ him… What a horrible word…”

“I didn’t think I was forcing Kale…” – Gerry said after a pause, with a contrite tone – “I just wanted to share with Kale my passion for women, and I wanted him to share with me his passion for men: that’s why I fucked him while he was fucking Gladys. But now Rowan has opened my eyes, and I realize it was just… horrible what I did to Kale. What I did to both of you!”

Beau felt his head spinning, and not for the brandy he drank. Kale, Gerry, Gladys… Who was the real culprit? Who was to blame? He felt crushed under the weight of the truth, but when he looked straight at Kale, at the love of his life, and saw an even greater pain oppressing him, Wahkan’s words resounded in his mind: “You have the strength to bear both burdens on your shoulders!”

He slowly stood up at his full height and a noble, fierce glare sparkled in his eyes. Obviously he couldn’t decide who was the real culprit: it was because there were none! And he also realized that he didn’t have to find the strength to forgive Kale or Gerry, because there was nothing to forgive.

Everything was clear for Beau, while he looked with new eyes at Kale and at Gerry. Kale had felt lonely, lost, overwhelmed by the anxiety, and just found refuge in Glady’s tender embrace. And Gerry for the first time had shared something important not only with Kale, but with the entire Cove: he’d done an incredible step in his daily fight against his own narrow-minded education and boldly ventured into the uncharted territories that scared him so much. As for Gladys… well, who could blame her for taking the chance to lay a hot exotic man such as Kale?

He finally understood what Wahkan meant, telling him that a man, no matter how exhausted he feels, must “pick up his fallen friend and bring him home”.

He extended a hand, without a word, and grabbed Kale by his neck, grinding his mouth on his with such a force that he almost hurt himself; but he didn’t care, and let his tongue desperately hug, caress and make love with Kale’s, under Gerry’s relieved eyes.

Their kiss went on forever, passionate and fierce, and they both put in that kiss all their sorrow, anger, guilt, forgiveness and love, purging and cleansing their aching hearts.

When, at long last they parted, Beau looked at Gerry with shining eyes and a sincere smile… and gave him, too, a grinding, passionate kiss, to let him know once and for all that he was one of them, he was a man of the Cove. Gerry didn’t back up, not for a single moment, and put in his kiss all his admiration and thankfulness for Beau, and felt exhilarated, realizing at what extent the Cove was part of him.

Beau recoiled, smiling, and said playfully: “If you don’t mind, Gerry, I’ll leave to you to relate my message to Gladys…”. They all laughed, haltingly at first, and then bursting into a liberating laughter, dispelling the darkness of their souls, and held each other in a tight group hug.

“I’d better go, before causing more damages…” – Gerry joked, adjusting a sudden stiffness in his pants, and went away, leaving the two lovers alone, who sat down at the small dining table, mentally drained. 

“I’m so glad to have you back, Kale” – Beau said – “as I missed you so much these days. And I’m sorry, because recently I’ve realized how difficult is your role here at the Cove, with anyone, including me, relying on you to find comfort, a soothing word, someone on whose shoulder throw our burdens.”

“Usually, I can cope with that in stride” – the counselor replied – “but now, with Barry in jail I feel… off-balance, a bit lost. And when you told me what happened to him, what he had to suffer to save that Wade guy…”

“Now they’re both in a better place” – Beau reassured him, but Kale shook his head: “We’re talking about Barry. He’s too full of energy, of life, of passion to stay locked in a cell! He must feel so tense, so repressed… Say, does the pay-for-stay facility allow… err… conjugal visits?”

Beau laughed, but it was a bittersweet laughter: “Not for unmarried persons. And not for guys like us, anyway. I can only guess how hard will be for Barry keeping restrained his overactive sexuality for another week, but he has no choice…”

They wouldn’t be that worried, if they knew what was happening in that very moment in Barry’s cell…

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Footnotes and references:

[1] See Rowan’s Journey, entire Chapter 5 (‘Penance and retribution’)
[2] See Rowan’s Journey, Ch. 33, ‘Payback time’