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, 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.
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. In jail, a strong bond is tied between Barry and Wade, a barely legal straight boy. At his trial, Barry makes the hot Judge Ricardo Garcia fall for him.

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Synopsys

In Kale's bondage playroom Laniakea learns how liberating is voicing his pleasure, and then reveals to Kale the painful reason why he never lets anyone fuck him. Barry is back to the Cove and the boys join in a very special welcome wagon. Jorell reveals to Kale his secret pain regarding his own father...

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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 01-10 (PDF with bookmarks)
~ Book 02: Chapters 11-17 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 17 – EXPRESSING EMOTIONS ≈

 

~ A joyful evening ~

While in prison, Barry had dreamt many times of when he would’ve been able to go home, and imagined a boisterous reunion with his buddies, eating delicious food like there was no tomorrow, and above all a non-stop sexual galore that would’ve lasted for the entire day.

But Barry’s first day was totally different. During those six days in jail Barry had piled up so many emotions, mostly negative, that needed to find their way out. Instinctively, he clung to the sensible Kale, and in his protective arms he had poured all his tension, his unconfessed fear, the solitude, the agony of having his hunger of life and his demanding sexuality confined in a 90 square feet cell.

Barry and Kale remained upstairs, alone, for the rest of the day, and for the guys of the Cove it was an easy guess that they were in bed, fucking like rabbits. And they actually stayed in bed, but fully clothed, and they didn’t make love. Barry just needed to slowly reconnect to a normal life, to purge his soul from all the bad vibes, and enjoy the quietness and the serenity of Kale’s embrace. He just couldn’t get enough of it, and he dove into Kale’s slanted eyes, basked in the respectful touch of his hands and enjoyed the warmth of his arms. 

Lunch time went by, and if Kale was hungry, he didn’t tell: he knew his place was with Barry; the counselor even tried gently to seduce Barry, to let him know that he could have anything he wanted, but Barry just smiled and hugged Kale tenderly.

At dinner time, Barry felt a new person, he was again his usual self, and Kale saw again that sparkle in his eyes that was the very essence of Barry. “I’m starved!” – Barry exclaimed jumping off the bed, and Kale smiled, happy to have again his buddy with him. 

When they entered the dining room, the entire Cove was there, waiting for them, and welcomed Barry with loud cheers, whistles and clapping. “Poor Kale!” – Alex joked – “Sit down slowly, you must be sore!”, and Stewart added: “Yeah, you should’ve called for ass-backup!”, raising loud laughter.

“You sex-driven dirty-minded people!” – Barry said aloud, to overcome the merriment – “I stay alone with Kale for few hours and you all think that we fucked like rabbits! Sorry to disappoint you, guys, but I just relaxed. Thinking about it, I feel horny as a bull! After all it’s been more than twenty hours since I last fucked an ass!”

“Wait… Twenty hours?” – Beau intervened – “And whose ass did you fuck? You were locked in a cell with Wade, a guy as straight as can be!”

“Oops…!” – Barry said, covering his mouth with the hand, and the laughter became deafening – “But isn’t there a rule against sex-talk at the dining table? I want to know what our five-star chef has in store for me!”

“You mean our five-star chefs” – Kale said – “as Laniakea has permanently joined Rick to take care of the kitchen. We now have a… chief chef and a vice-chef!”

“…Or more properly” – Beau laughed – “a chef de cuisine and a sous-chef. And tonight, to celebrate Barry’s comeback, Laniakea has prepared a typical Hawaiian dish, the Luau Stew, and Rick will serve his famous Beef Wellington. I can’t wait to taste them!”

The dinner was a boisterous affair, and the two young chefs received many compliments for their delicious preparations. All the men talked loudly, laughed and joked, but the attentive Kale noticed the boys exchanging frequent winks, covert smiles and excited whispers in the ear, as if they were planning something.

When the meal, at long last, ended, Beau moved to stand up, but Brennan stopped him: “Sir, we… we boys, I mean… are very happy to have Barry back home…”

“Yes!” – LaShawn added, looking at Jorell – “And we wish to give him a warm welcome…”

“More a party than a welcome, actually” – Charlie giggled, turning to Alex; Chayton leaned to Wahkan and said: “We’d like to show to Barry how much we missed him, sir…”

“In other words…” – Rick explained, looking straight at Stewart – “we boys wish to… spend the night with Barry, if it’s OK with you, sir. And if it’s OK with Barry, of course!”

“I’m all for it, boys!” – Barry exclaimed, with a sly smile – “but only if your men agree, of course”. There was a sudden explosion of pleas and begging: “May we, sir?”, “Please!!”, “It’s for Barry, sir!”.

 The men looked at each other, rolling their eyes, and yielded to their boys’ insistence: “OK, OK!” – Stewart exclaimed, on behalf of all the men – “I only hope that Barry will survive the night, with you all in his bed!”

Kale turned to Laniakea and said with a knowing grin: “Since we decided you’re ‘my boy’, you’re entitled to join them, if you want…”

Laniakea shook his head nervously: “I… No, Kale, I’m not… I mean, you heard Barry, he wants to fuck ass to his heart’s content, and… that’s not my place. I’m not going to… to let him…”

He didn’t finish the phrase, and Kale placed a comforting hand on his thigh: “No one expects you to do anything, I want you to do only what you feel, Nani kōkī”. And then Kale raised his eyes and smiled, looking at a joyful and excited brigade of boys eagerly pulling Barry towards his room.

 

~ Welcome wagon ~

When the door of Barry’s room closed behind the rowdy bunch, Barry suddenly feigned a serious and authoritarian attitude: “Shut up! Silence! I’m warning you, kids: tonight I’m in charge, and I want to fuck ass, and not just one, I want to fuck all of you! I’m stoked like never, and probably I’ll do a second round too!”

“But didn’t you fuck Wade, yesterday, sir?” – Brennan asked, timidly, and Barry replied: “Naah… He was a virgin, I had to go very easy on him. I want tough boys who can take a man’s cock! Like a Scotsman like you!”

Barry looked around with a playful and lustful glance in his eyes: “You can go away now, if you want. But if you stay… your ass is grass!!”

With loud cheers and squeals of excitement, Brennan, Chayton, Charlie, Rick and LaShawn threw away their clothes, and then pounced on Barry, stripping him naked with eager hands. They pulled and pushed him until he fell on the bed, on his back; five mouths and ten hands assaulted him, and not a single inch of Barry’s body was safe from the tender onslaught. Prying fingers caressed his inner thighs and balls, pushy tongues licked his neck and torso, gentle teeth bit his nipples and earlobes, and hungry mouths engulfed his stiff oversize cock.

A sudden sensorial overload washed away Barry’s mind and body, and he tried to keep the situation under control, with little success: “Ooohh… Kids, slow down… aaahh… fuck, you’re eating me! Nnnngghh…. Not my tits…. aww… fuck… No… NO! FFUUUCCKK!!!!”

Barry’s sexuality, always over the top, overcame his control, and his hairy body suddenly stiffened, while an untimely climax exploded in his groin. “Aww… Fuck! Fuck!!” – he kept moaning loud, while the boys fought to slurp and drink Barry’s viscous semen.

“ENOUGH!!” – Barry yelled when the pelvic contraction ceased, and the boys instantly backed off, looking at him with wide eyes, worried to have gone too far. Barry’s voice was angry, but the playful glare in his eyes revealed he was only pretending. “What part of ‘I’m in charge tonight’ was not clear, kids?? Look at what have you done!”

“I’m sorry, sir…” – LaShawn said meekly, and then, pointing at the copious sperm on Barry’s torso, he added: “Does it mean that it’s over…?” 

“It’s over when I say it’s over, kid!” – Barry replied, standing on his knees and showing off with well-founded pride his thick cock, that had not lost a fraction of its stiffness – “But you all have been naughty, and deserve a harsh punishment! LaShawn, on your back and bend over your legs! Brennan, kneel astride LaShawn’s hips and bend over him!”

The two boys complied, and they found themselves in a very enticing position, with their chests and groins pressed on each other’s, their faces at an inch from each other, and their asses spread and vulnerable, ready to take whatever Barry wanted to do to them.

“Rick, Chayton! Lube!” – Barry ordered, and the boys hastened to pour and spread a large amount of lubricant on Barry’s cock and on the boy’s spread holes, pushing their fingers in the tight holes to loosen them enough to take Barry’s oversize cock.

Barry knelt behind LaShawn and Brennan and growled: “I know you can get my cock, so I won’t go easy on you! Get ready to be impaled!”

The boys held each other tight, trembling for the excitement, not knowing who would’ve been the first to be filled by the mighty club; Barry, without further ado, speared LaShawn’s ass, pushing his stiff cock all the way into his chute with one swift thrust. He wasn’t rough, though: despite the threatening phrase, he would’ve never hurt the boys, so he pushed hard enough to make LaShawn feel he was getting impaled all at once, but gently enough not to give him the slightest pain.

“Oooohhh!!!” – the black boy moaned, and Brennan looked into his eyes, reading all the pleasure he was feeling, stuffed by Barry’s massive meat. Barry pumped his cock in and out LaShawn’s ass for a little while and then growled: “Your turn, Brennan!”

He pulled out from LaShawn’s ass and shoved his cock into Brennan; this time he was rougher that he intended, and Brennan suddenly stiffened, gasping for the fleeting but intense pang of pain. Barry immediately stopped and asked, worried: “You ok, kid?”, and Brennan turned around with a fierce expression: “I’m a Scotsman, sir, you know that…”

Barry smiled wide and from that moment on LaShawn and Brennan were in heaven. Barry’s cock skewered alternatively the two asses, moving flawlessly from one to the other, and his mighty thrusts made the two young bodies shift over each other. The boys’ cocks, trapped between their groins, swelled and throbbed, enjoying the rough friction of the wiry pubes over the sensitive glans.

The giant cock paced up, and the boys started writhing for the pleasure, watching intensely into each other’s eyes. Not only Barry was masterfully pressing their inner buttons, but they were also thrilled by their own cocks shifting over each other, as if they were… fucking each other.

Brennan lowered his mouth and ground his lips on LaShawn’s, in a churning kiss, while Barry grunted behind them and pounded them hard. “Here it comes, boys!” – Barry shouted at some point, and pulled out his cock, only to shove it between the boys’ balls. LaShawn and Brennan gasped, feeling Barry’s thick cock intruding between their groins, to reach their own cocks and brush hard against them.

“NNNNGGHH!!” – Barry groaned, spurting his manly juice between the boys’ groins, bathing and lubricating their throbbing dicks. The feeling was so unexpected and erotic that both boys howled and hissed, hugging each other even tighter, and a twin orgasm shook their young bodies.

Barry’s cock was still dripping the last drops of sperm when he pulled out and turned around to look at Rick, Chayton and Charlie; the three boys had been looking with rapt eyes the number that Barry did on LaShawn and Brennan, and a fleeting shadow of worry darkened their faces, sure that after two intense orgasms Barry was drained.

But Barry glanced at them with an animalistic lust in his eyes: “If you thought you’re off the hook, then think again, kids. I want to hear you beg me to stop…”

With squeal and cries of excitement, the three boys presented their asses to Barry; and the ample bed turned into an indistinct mass of limbs, gaping holes, stiff dicks and fountains of manly and boyish cream, until the boys lost count of the times Barry fucked the cum out of them, and flooded their asses with his manly essence.

And true to his word, Barry even did a second round on the boys’ asses, until more than one murmured, exhausted: “Please, no more, sir…”

 

~ Jorell’s secret pain ~

While Barry was doing his number(s) with the boys, the other men chatted amiably in the living room, sipping a brandy, until, one by one, they went to bed. Kale and Jorell were the last ones to put their glass down.

“I don’t feel to go to bed, yet” – Kale said, and Jorell smiled and replied: “Me neither. Besides, it’s a rare pleasure to have the chance to have a chat with you, Kale. You’re always so busy, everyone wants to talk to you, ask for advice or a soothing word and… I’m always afraid to annoy or disturb you…”

“How can you say that, Jorell…” – Kale said with a warm, friendly tone – “I’m only sorry to have somehow neglected you, if you have a problem…”

“No, man, there’s no problem, don’t worry. I just missed you when you were in Hawaii to talk with your father, and many times I wondered… how things were going for you, there.”

“With my father, you mean? Well, it wasn’t easy for me. My father rejected me when he found out I was in love with Beau and lived with him, and when he saw me there, at his bedside, told me horrible things. Horrible things…”

Kale’s voice trembled, and Jorell hastened to say: “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t mean to be nosy…”

“Not at all. We’re friends, Jorell, and though we maybe don’t talk too much to each other, I feel very… comfortable with you. I spent very bad moments, at Hana. Being rejected by your own father is heartbreaking. It’s like someone tears your heart out. But truth is that the filial bond can’t be severed that easily, or better, it can’t be severed at all. With his last breath, my Pāpā called me ‘son’ and asked me to dance at his farewell Luau, and… made me the happiest and most grateful son in the world…”

Jorell’s eyes lowered to the floor, and then suddenly he turned his face away, trying to hide a sudden pain. Kale’s voice was tender and understanding: “You know what I’m talking about, don’t you…? Did your father, too, rejected you for… the way you are?”

“I… I don’t know. Maybe.” – Jorell said, with a sad tone – “He was a strict man, not inclined to accept homosexuality. We didn’t really talk about such a subject, but I can tell he was not homophobic: for him, being gay was not a sin or a guilt, but it was utterly wrong, nevertheless; according to him, the only option for a gay man was to hide it and give up to love and sex. I never talked to him about myself, mostly because I was young and confused, I couldn’t understand myself, how could I have talked to my father?”

“I was fifteen when Beau’s father, sir Rice-Duncan, hired my father as the gardener of Rice-Duncan Mansion… or Maison de la Motte, if you like. Two years later, when I was seventeen, Jordan became the house’s stableman and I… I instantly fell in love with him. That was the moment when I realized I was into guys…”

“And you decided not to tell your father…” – Kale said, but Jorell shook his head: “I couldn’t, as by then he had already left Rice-Duncan Mansion… and me.”

“He left you??” – Kale exclaimed, surprised – “And to go where?”

“I wish I could tell you. I don’t know. One morning he took the old pickup truck we used to transport the plants and went out… and I’ve never seen him or heard from him since.”

Jorell put a great effort to push back the tears stinging in his eyes: “As you see, in a way I’ve been rejected, too. Not for my homosexuality, he didn’t know about that. He rejected me… just because he didn’t care of me.”

Kale leaned over to Jorell and took his big black hands into his: “You know what Gerry told me before I went to Hawaii? He said that a father always loves his son, no matter what, because it’s bred in his bones. And I can tell you it’s true, because I could see it myself. The night when my father died I understood that he’d never stopped loving me, despite his harsh words. I’m sure that your father loved you… probably more than he himself thought.”

Jorell smiled faintly and Kale recoiled, sitting back on the sofa: “But didn’t sir Rice-Duncan do something to find your father? I mean, he left so unexpectedly…”

“The only researches Sir Rice-Duncan did were to find his truck, he even accused my father to have stolen it!” – Jorell hissed, angrily – “All he told me about my father was that I could take his place in tending the garden, but without any wage, until I repaid his fucking truck!”

“It was the least of his sins” – Kale said, seriously – “but let’s not talk about that, it brings back too sad memories. I can’t believe that your father didn’t leave any trace behind him… He had little money and he was driving an old pickup truck: he couldn’t go that far, maybe something happened to him that prevented him to come back home…”

“Who knows? I went on living at Rice-Duncan Mansion, I had no other place to go, as sir Rice-Duncan only gave me food and shelter, and apparently his old pickup truck was worth a fortune, because he never paid me any wage for years. After Jordan’s death and Beau’s departure I stayed there, but half of the staff, including the chauffeur Paul and the butler Herbert, left his job and were not replaced. The house started to decay, no one came to visit the mansion anymore, the horses were sold and the cars were not maintained any more. That’s why sir Rice-Duncan had the accident: apparently, the brakes failed him.”

Jorell took a deep breath and continued: “When sir Rice-Duncan died, the house was closed up and everyone went away… but I had no place to go, so I took refuge in the barn, and started living on charity and with the little money I could rustle working odd jobs. I… I just couldn’t leave the place where I had loved and lost Jordan, and at the bottom of my heart I always had a faint hope that one day my father would’ve come back. But he never did. He must be dead, by now…”

Kale looked Jorell with a defeated expression: “Buddy… I wish I could think to something to tell you, something that could make you feel better, but I really don’t know… I’m so sorry.”

“No, man, you helped me a lot” – Jorell said with affection – “I never talked to anyone about my father, so far, but I wanted to talk to you, because you… you listen to people, and I see from your frown that you shared my pain. Don’t be in pain for me, buddy, I feel much better, now. Thanks for talking to me.”

Jorell stood up and for a moment towered over Kale, smiling, then leaned down and tenderly kissed him on the cheek. Kale smelled Jorell’s manly odor, felt the warmth of his lips on his cheek and felt something stirring inside him. The men of the Cove always said they loved each other, but Kale never realized how much he loved the silent, reserved, hurt Jorell. That tall black man had been mistreated by life since he was a child, but life didn’t break him, it made him stronger, strong enough to even save another lost soul, LaShawn, granting him a second chance.

“Good night, Jorell” – Kale said with tenderness. “Good night, Kale” – Jorell replied, with a serene smile, turning around and going upstairs.

 

~ Better silent than sorry ~

Kale went back to his room, stripped to his underwear and lay on the bed. It was late, but the talk with Jorell stirred deep emotions into him, and he stood there, with his hands linked behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

The connecting door opened slowly and Laniakea came in. “I see you are not tired, despite the late hour…” – Laniakea said – “I’ve come to see if you needed… company.”

“Will you spend the night with me, Nani kōkī?” – Kale said with affection, scooting on the bed to make room for the guy – “There are nights when talking comes so easy, and this is one of those night…”

Laniakea got on the bed and lay next to Kale, on his side, to look at him: “Is there something you want to talk about, Kale?”

“There’s something I’d like to ask you, actually. But you don’t have to tell me anything, if you don’t feel to. You see, I’ve noticed that you… have problems voicing out your pleasure, when we make love. I’ve seen you experiencing wild orgasms, but you always keep your mouth shut and don’t let the sounds of your pleasure come out.”

The younger guy lowered his eyes, ashamed, and Kale hastened to say: “No, Nani kōkī, I’m not saying that as a criticism. Some people howl like banshees, in the throes of the pleasure, and some others just live that moment more… intimately, in silence. There is not a ‘right’ way to enjoy the pleasure. But when I saw you forcefully muffling your moans, pressing hard your hand on your mouth, I felt sad for you, because you were doing violence to your nature, restraining your instincts…”

Laniakea flashed a sad smile and sighed. “Have you ever seen my parents’ home, in Hana?” – he said with a faraway tone – “It’s quite small, and my bedroom was separated by my parents’ only by a curtain. Growing up, I started feeling some… urges, and explored my body, quickly discovering ways to give pleasure to myself. I was a teen, and the physical sensations I felt when I masturbated were so… new and powerful! I instinctively tried not to make noise, but my father heard my unmistakable moans.”

“At first, he just waited for the next morning, pulling me aside to tell me privately that masturbating was no good, that a man should save his essence for his woman, and I tried to keep my hands away from my body… with little success. But one day he found a page ripped off from a porn magazine that I kept hidden in my room; it was a picture of a three-some with one man fucking a woman while another man fucked him. I often jacked off watching it, but the woman in the picture had no interest for me: my eyes were riveted on that thick cock spearing the other man’s ass. I don’t know if my father guessed, from that picture, that I was attracted by men; but from that day on, whenever he heard the faintest moan coming from my room, he stormed in like a fury and put the blame on me for being so weak and for doing what, for him, was a disgusting thing.”

“I tried, Kale” – Laniakea said with an unspeakable sorrow in his eyes – “Believe me, I tried hard! But I was a young male, and the fire I felt inside me was too strong for me to keep my hands restrained. When I couldn’t resist anymore, I had no choice but to touch myself, scared to even breathe. And when the pleasure exploded in my groin… I forced myself to a total silence, there was no other option, I had to do that, or my father…”

Kale was touched by the guy’s tale, and he felt his own heart heavy, thinking to the straining effort Laniakea had to put in keeping his blossoming, youthful sexuality restrained that way, forced by his inner fire to find some relief but unable to really find it in those guilty, inhibited orgasm.

“You know what?” – Laniakea said, giggling sadly – “That was the main reason why, as soon as I finished the high school, I searched for a job and moved away. I went live on my own to finally be able to jack off at will, even shouting my pleasure, if I felt to… but I couldn’t. I rationally knew that I wasn’t doing anything wrong, but the fear and the guilt he instilled in my mind for years was too strong. The first screams of pleasure that resounded within the walls of my new home were… yours, Kale.”

“But at least you could… explore yourself, your sexuality” – Kale said, trying to find something positive in Laniakea’s choice of life, but the guy flashed a forlorn smile: “There wasn’t much to explore, I already knew my own body and my sexual inclinations very well. The first days, I jacked off almost non-stop! But soon the joy of having a place of my own faded into the routine of grueling work shifts and the anxiety of paying the house bills. The only… exploration I could do was watching some porn on the internet, something I could never do when I was living with my parents, but in the end… the only ones who fucked ass were the actors of those porn movies, not me.”

“Nani kōkī…” – Kale said with a great affection, caressing the guy’s cheek with his fingertips – “Those days are over, now. This is the Cove, a place where we all can be ourselves, including you. And you are with me, now, and if you are willing to… experiment some more, I can bring you to places you’ve never been. If you trust me, I can help you live your life and your sexuality with all the sheer and… loud passion of your twenty-three years.”

“I would come with you anywhere, Kale. Though… I suspect the ‘places’ you want to bring me are not physical places.”

“Some of them are physical places” – Kale said with an urchin grin – “while others are here… and here…” – he added touching with his hand the guy’s head and his groin. There was a visible twitch inside Laniakea’s underwear, and he murmured: “Do you want me to make love to you, Kale?”

“No, Nani kōkī, save yourself for later. Tomorrow morning we’ll start our… exploration, and believe me, you will need all the manly seed your young balls can provide. Now sleep, my boy...”

Kale turned away to switch off the light, and Laniakea hugged him from behind, pressing his warm body on him; in the dark, the counselor smiled when he clearly felt, against his bottom, Laniakea’s youthful manhood eagerly twitching in anticipation for what was in store for it.

 

~ Helpless pleasure ~

The next morning, after a shower, Kale went to Laniakea with a rascal glare in his eyes. “No need to get dressed, boy!” – he said in an amused tone – “And no breakfast for us: we’ll eat later. I want you clean, loaded and hungry!”

Kale took Laniakea by hand and pulled him out, to the corridor. They were both naked, and Laniakea was embarrassed to walk around like that, but Kale said excited: “This is the Cove: show off your manliness and you’ll make anyone fall for you! Come!”

They climbed upstairs, to the third floor, and Kale opened a door. Laniakea instantly recognized the place: it was Kale’s playroom, that soon after his arrival at the Cove was moved from Kale’s suite to the upper floor. Laniakea watched with wide eyes the ropes hanging from the ceiling, the metal rings bolted to the floor, the wooden St. Andrew’s cross hooked to a wall and the many floor-to-ceiling mirrors creating infinite reflections of two sexy naked Hawaiian men holding their hands.  

“Are you scared?” – Kale asked softly, and Laniakea nodded: “A bit… More than a bit, actually. Are you going to hurt me? To make me scream?”

“I once told you that all this stuff is not intended to cause pain, but exquisite pleasure. Yes, I’ll make you scream, but only for the overwhelming pleasure, Nani kōkī, I would never hurt you. Do you trust me?”

“I couldn’t trust anyone more than you…”

Kale smiled and pulled Laniakea in front of the St. Andrew’s cross, and then, with expert hands, tied the guy’s wrists and ankles to the cross, immobilizing him in a wide ‘X’ position. Laniakea was breathing hard, and his eyes betrayed a great fear, despite his bold statement to trust Kale.

“Two important things…” – Kale said in a serious voice – “First, the safe word is ‘thunder’: if, for whatever reason, you want to stop what we’re doing, just say this word and I will stop instantly and set you free. Do you understand? Just say ‘thunder’ and it’s all over, and you’re free to go. Say it now, Laniakea.”

“Thunder” – the guy replied with a more relaxed tone, but still he was instinctively struggling to escape the tight knots blocking him in such a vulnerable position.

“The second thing you have to keep in mind is that I used safety knots; just pull the loose end of the ropes that I’ve put in your hands and you’ll be instantly free. Try it now.”

Laniakea pulled the ropes and his wrists were free again. He looked at Kale and smiled: “It wasn’t a lack of trust, Kale, I was just a bit scared… But now I’m not scared any more. Tie me up again, please.”

In few moments, Laniakea was tightly secured to the cross, with his arms stretched up, his chest trussed out, his legs wide apart and his most private, sensitive body parts fully exposed to whatever his ‘captor’ wanted to do with them; the guy never felt so vulnerable, so totally deprived of any control, and a pleasurable shiver run through his spine, while his cock rose to a throbbing erection.

Kale brushed his full palms on the guy’s exposed chest, from the shoulders down to the groin, as if he was taking possession of the young, squirming body helplessly offered to him. His fingers played with the stiff nipples, and Laniakea inhaled sharply, closing his eyes for the pleasure, but didn’t utter a single sound. The expert master knelt down and slowly took Laniakea’s entire throbbing cock into his mouth, in one move, forcing the stiff meat down his throat to the hilt. The guy uttered a feeble whine that was instantly muffled, but Kale knew he was on the right track.

“This room is sound-proof, boy” – he said feigning an authoritarian tone, recoiling for a moment – “You can scream your lungs out of your body, but no one will hear you, no one will come save you. You’re at my mercy, boy!”

Kale was an expert in psychology. He didn’t want to scare Laniakea, of course; he just wanted him to feel helpless, knowing that his master had total control, so that no matter what Laniakea would do or say (or shout), no blame could be put on him: the only responsible was his master.

But the bound guy resisted, so Kale went on working hungrily on his cock, bobbing his head on the stiff rod faster, while his hands roamed freely on the exposed skin, searching for the most sensitive spots and intruding into the most private recesses; his prying fingers tickled the wrinkled scrotum, intruded behind the swollen balls, pressed on the perineum and sneaked toward the guy’s secluded portal.

 

~ Screams of fear and ecstasy ~

Laniakea stiffened, when he felt Kale’s finger rubbing against his man hole, but didn’t say anything; he couldn’t move, but he clenched furiously his anus, breathing hard. Kale smeared some lube on his index finger and went back working on the quivering hole.

“Please… Please, don’t…” – Laniakea whined, but Kale just smiled at him with affection: “This is another place I wish you to explore…”. The pressure on the tightly clenched hole increased, and Laniakea’s breath became rugged. He faintly shook his head, looking at Kale with pleading eyes, but the finger pressed harder, gently forcing open the anal ring and plopping inside the tight passage.

Laniakea pulled hard on his restraints, as if an electric bolt was running through his body, and yelled: “NO!! Don’t hurt me! NOO!!! Thunder! THUNDER!!!”

Kale immediately stopped and stood up, while Laniakea pulled on the safe knots to get free. “Noni kōkī, I’m so sorry if I hurt you! I was just…”

He couldn’t end his sentence, because Laniakea threw his arms around Kale and held him tight, heaving for the tension. “No, Kale, you didn’t hurt me, it was… it was… Forget it, Kale, they’re just stupid fears”. Laniakea’s words were reassuring, but he was still slightly trembling. After few moments, Laniakea took a deep breath and recoiled, with an uncertain smile. He stood straight, against the cross, and raised his arm, grabbing the hanging ropes: “Please, don’t stop, Kale. It felt so good being at your mercy, having you in total control of… me. And if you tell me that it’s important for me submitting to… what you were doing to me, I… I will let you.”

Kale couldn’t help but noticing the tension in Laniakea’s voice when he said the last words and replied: “No, my boy, you don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. Besides…” – Kale said with a sensual voice – “…I know many other ways to make you shiver and go crazy with pleasure…!”

The counselor reached up to tie again the knots on Laniakea’s wrists, and doing so he pressed hard his entire body over the captive guy and shoved his armpit on the guy’s face. Laniakea took his cue and started lapping tentatively, inhaling deeply Kale’s manly scent; and his cock, that had softened for the fear, rose again to full mast.

When done with the knots, Kale assumed the same ‘X’ position as Laniakea and pressed himself hard over the bound guy, tilting the hips and giving to both their cocks an exquisite massage. Laniakea opened his mouth, but just breathed hard, without saying anything, so Kale recoiled, grabbed both their cocks into his hand and started wanking them, tightening his fist around the two throbbing rods. At last, a faint chocked moan escaped Laniakea’s lips.

With a lustful grin, Kale climbed with his feet on the cross, pointing his own ass to Laniakea’s stiff cock, and then, with a swift move, impaled himself on the hot rod. Laniakea uttered a muffled groan and Kale didn’t give him a moment to rest, and started pumping his ass up and down, rabidly, sending jolts of pure pleasure through Laniakea’s body.

He went on riding the bound guy at a fast pace, until he sensed that he was on the verge of a climax, and abruptly stopped. “Please… Don’t stop, please…!” – Laniakea whined, and Kale climbed down to the floor and knelt in front of him. Using his hand and his mouth, Kale viciously kept Laniakea on the brim of a massive orgasm, without ever letting him release his pent-up sexual tension.

In few minutes, Laniakea was starting to lose his mind: every flick on his engorged glans, every lick on his balls, every tickle on his nipples made him buckle wildly. And then, suddenly, the dam broke down: “Let me cum!!! Please, Kale, I can’t resist anymore! PLEASE!!!”

“You said the magic words…” – Kale growled, and shoved his head over the overstimulated cock, massaging it wildly and forcefully pushing Laniakea into the abyss. “AAAAARRGGHHH!!!”.  Laniakea’s yell echoed on the sound-proof walls and seemed unstoppable. His cock erupted and pumped countless shots of pent-up juice deep into Kale’s throat, who gulped it down with an ecstatic expression.

“Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…” – Laniakea kept bubbling, while Kale milked all his manly cream to the last drop, until the massive orgasm ended, and the boy hung from his tied wrists, exhausted. “You can’t know how sexy you are, Nani kōkī…” – Kale growled, standing up and wanking hard his own cock until he showered the broken guy’s body with his manly essence.

 

~ A painful secret ~

Half an hour later, Kale and Laniakea, showered and refreshed, were lying on the bed, looking at each other with great intimacy, both knowing that what happened in the playroom had been a very important step for Laniakea.

“You’ve been wonderful” – Kale said – “and sexy as hell. Though bound and helpless, you were all-man, and hearing you screaming for the pleasure was… so erotic! Because, you see, giving voice to your pleasure is a way to share it with your partner, and believe me, your yell was so hot that it made me cum on the spot!”

“It was… liberating!” – Laniakea replied, proudly – “And you were right: a silent climax is half of a climax. Now I know. I’ll try and relax, and enjoy my pleasure without restraints. I owe it to myself.”

“There’s one thing I want to ask you, Nani kōkī, but you don’t have to answer, if you don’t want. I’m sure I wasn’t hurting you, when I started fingering you ass, but your reaction worried me. It was like you were living a sort of nightmare…”.

Laniakea frowned and averted his gaze, shutting his mouth; after a pause he murmured: “It wasn’t a nightmare. I wish it was…”

The guy took a deep breath and continued: “The first months after I left my parents’ home, I worked in a ranch few miles off Hana. There were only the owner, a widower, and his two sons about my age, and they needed some help to run the ranch. It was the first time I lived on my own, and I thought that I could finally… live my life, and looking for someone like me, and I was convinced that the younger brother had… a special liking for me.”

“So, one day, after work, we were changing clothes in the workers’ locker room, alone, and I… I slid a hand into his underwear, grabbing his ass. He shot an alarmed glance at me, shoved me hard and ran away. I quickly finished getting dressed and was ready to go, when the door crashed open and both brothers stormed in, furious.”

Laniakea gulped hard, unable to look at Kale, and confessed: “They stripped me naked, shoved me down to the floor, and while the younger guy held me, the other one… he… raped me, yelling me obscenities, that I was a faggot, that he was giving me a lesson to teach me not to molest straight guys like him and his brother.”

“I couldn’t imagine that being fucked hurt so much! I felt my ass shredded to pieces, and I tried to scream for the pain, but the younger brother muffled my mouth with his hand. When he was… done, they left me on the dirty floor and the older one hissed: ‘You’re fired, faggot. Be sure not to ever show your face around here, or next time it’ll be worse’.”

Laniakea raised his shy gaze to Kale and said with a contrite tone: “I’m sorry I yelled at you, Kale. When you touched me… there, I was terrified, because I don’t want to ever feel again that pain, that humiliation. I guess that some men are inclined to fuck and some other like to get fucked, and sure enough I’m not in the latter category.”

“I’m so sorry for what happened to you, Nani kōkī” – Kale murmured with straining voice – “but what really breaks my heart is seeing that guilty glare into your eyes. Tell me you don’t blame yourself for what happened… Tell me, Nani kōkī!”

“I… I’m not to blame for what happened…” – Laniakea said in a small voice.

“Good” – Kale replied, with passion – “Now believe to your words. Nothing in the world can ever justify a violence like the one you had to suffer. And don’t ever think that making love has anything in common with your experience: that was beastly violence, while love… love is something sublime. I can tell you, because I’m more in the category of ‘men who like to be fucked’, like you said; and take my word, the pleasure you can feel and the intimacy with your partner are… unspeakable. Forget the pain you felt back then. If you don’t want to be fucked, I totally respect your choice and I will never force you in that direction; but I swore to teach you what I know and show you the way, and that’s what I’m doing now. If one day you want to try, I grant you that there will be no pain, only exquisite pleasure.”

“I… I will think about it, Kale. But it may never happen.”

“It’s not mandatory to give your ass to another man!” – Kale said with an amused tone, trying to dispel the sad vibes – “Besides, this means more cocks for me… including yours!”

Laniakea giggled, and Kale smiled, admiring the resilience of his young cousin: “You’re such a special person… You’re truly ‘supremely beautiful’, Nani kōkī…” – Kale said with a loving tone, and then suddenly flashed a playful smile and added: “But you know, there’s something even… ‘more supremely beautiful’ than you at the Cove…”

“What is that?”

“Breakfast!!” – Kale said, laughing – “I’m starved! Come, let’s go downstairs, there’s a whole lot of bacon and sausages waiting for us!”

 

The two Hawaiian happily got off the bed and went downstairs, hand in hand. While munching on the delicious breakfast, Kale thought back to what Jorell told him last night, about his father suddenly missing. 

«A man can’t vanish that way…» – Kale thought, fully aware that after all those years it would’ve been hard to solve that mystery, but it was worth a try. And he knew where to start his investigation: in the attic of the Cove…

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