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.
With Kale's help, Laniakea learns how liberating is voicing (or even screaming) his pleasure and reveals to have been raped by two homophobic guys, back home. Gerry takes another step in his journey, sucking a man's cock for the first time.
Jorell reveals to Kale that his father walked out on him when he was seventeen and never heard from him since. Immediately, the Cove starts searching for Jorell's father, and the traces lead to the infamous San Quentin Prison. There, Jorell finds out how unexpectedly caring and understanding was his father, who unfortunately died in prison.
While waiting for the men, LaShawn lets Joshua, the supposedly straight jet pilot, slowly embrace his true nature.

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Synopsys

Wahkan and Chayton fly to North Dakota, where the ageless Sioux must undergo a tough trial in order to save his reputation in the eyes of the Great Sioux Nation. In the meantime, LaShawn gently brings the uptight and repressed Joshua into the frightening and delightful world of man-love.

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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 11-20 (PDF with bookmarks)
~ Book 03: Chapters 21-21 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 21 – WAHKAN'S TORMENT ≈

 

~ LaShawn and Joshua ~

Jorell and LaShawn were relaxing on the bed, the night before Wahkan’s trip to Standing Rock, and Jorell was still puzzled, because he didn’t understand why LaShawn insisted to go with them, and why he was so pensive, almost serious when he proposed to wait for Wahkan’s comeback with Joshua, the jet pilot.

“Now I want the truth, kid.” – Jorell said – “What’s all this talk about Joshua? You know the rules of the Cove. So, what do you want to do with him while in Standing Rock?”

LaShawn looked seriously at Jorell and replied: “What the Cove is supposed to do, sir. Help him…”

“OK, let’s start from the beginning…” – Jorell replied with a sigh – “Now tell me what happened in the limo, kid, and why you want to spend your time with Joshua.

“It’s hard to explain, sir…” – LaShawn said, trying to focus on what he felt – “As Beau said, Joshua is very uptight when it comes to sex and I… I feel for him, sir. In the limo, while waiting for you, he let me give him some loving caresses, nothing more, but he fought a harsh battle with himself just to open a creak in a door that, so far, he’d forcefully, desperately kept locked.”

“And yes, I find him gorgeous” – LaShawn added, when Jorell shot at him a knowing glance – “but I pity him. He’s a man in his prime, a total stud, but so far he dated just ‘few girls’, as he said. He represses his sexuality in such a cruel way, sir, due to his strict religious education… He made me think of you, sir.”

“Me? He’s a white straight guy, I’m a black gay man: what do we have in common?”

“The harsh, desperate way he keeps his manhood restrained, sir. For years you humiliated your manliness keeping your beautiful cock locked in a restraining pouch [1]; he does the same, and his restraints are even more painful than yours, as they come from his strict education. He could enjoy his sexuality, but he forbids himself to have any ‘sinful’ pleasure. He doesn’t even masturbate, sir. He was raised in a religious family, very close to the Amish community in Lancaster, Pa, and they instilled in his mind such… wrong things, sir!”

“What kind of things?” – Jorell inquired – “Something against having sex before marriage?”

LaShawn frowned and said: “He kept repeating to himself that homosexuality is an abomination, and then said that masturbation is pretty much the same… At first I felt offended, sir! I mean, I’m gay, and he was saying that… I was an abomination! But then I understood that he was talking about himself, not me. To him, the abomination was what he was feeling deep inside, and… it was heartbreaking, sir!”

“You didn’t… force him, did you, LaShawn??”

“No, sir, I’ve been extremely cautious, I gave him ample time to stop me, but he didn’t. You should’ve felt how he trembled under my touch, sir… He was a loaded gun, and the mere touch of my hand, a man’s hand, on his crotch, made him instantly explode. And then we talked, and all the while he… kept my hand on his bulge, as if he didn’t want that loving touch to end.”

“Did you tell him about… us?” – Jorell asked, afraid to be judged negatively by that man who, though wrongly, considered homosexuality an abomination.

“I told him, yes. And I told him about my life on the streets before meeting you. And I can tell you he didn’t think bad of me, he actually felt for me. He even hinted that… he could offer me shelter and protection, and I loved him for that. But I already have found my place, sir, and it’s next to you. That’s why I told him about us, and he was relieved, knowing that I had someone to take care of me.”

“This Joshua guy seems a very nice person” – Jorell commented, pensive – “but I’m anxious, kid. You’re walking on thin ice, here. He may look a strong confident man, but he’s obviously very fragile when it comes to his sexuality, and you’re so… flamboyant, kid! Promise you’ll be careful, LaShawn. Especially if you have a… closer encounter with him.”

“I promise, sir. The last thing I want is to make Joshua feel sick with himself. I’ll be careful.”

“OK, then, you can go. But take this with you…” – Jorell said, taking a pack of condoms from his nightstand – “Here at the Cove we’re checked regularly against diseases, but he’s not.”

LaShawn took the condoms from Jorell’s hand and flashed a tense grin: “Sir… would you feel bad if I have sex with Joshua?”

“I don’t want to lie to you, kid. Yes, I feel bad thinking that another man, an outsider, someone I myself don’t know… intimately, will make love to you. Nevertheless, I want you to do what you feel. Helping other people is so important, kid, and I’m proud of you for what you want to do with Joshua. Just… be careful.”

LaShawn smiled seductively, while his hand brushed on Jorell’s chest, down to his boxers, and then intruded under the elastic waistband. “You don’t really think that Joshua could give me more than you, do you, sir? I mean, no way he can give me more than… this!” – the boy breathed, curling his hand around the black snake nested into the man’s underpants.

“You like playing with fire, kid…” – Jorell replied, while a sparkle of lust ignited in his eyes – “Be careful what you wish, because… you may actually get it! In buckets!”

He rolled over LaShawn and pinned him down with his massive frame: “If you’re going to make comparisons” – Jorell growled, tearing away his underwear and setting free his stiffening black monster – “then I’m going to give you the touchstone. All of it…”

And LaShawn truly got all of it, and gasped and squirmed until the very last inch of the ‘touchstone’ was deeply planted inside him.

 

~ Standing Rock ~

The next day, when LaShawn approached the jet and saw Joshua waiting next to the ladder, couldn’t truly say if he was happy or nervous to see him there; sure enough he was surprised to see LaShawn again so soon. When they all were inside, Joshua moved to the cockpit, and for the entire flight LaShawn didn’t see him. After less than five hours they landed at the small Standing Rock Airport, they took a car and Joshua drove them to their final destination, along straight dirt roads that cut through bare plains, following Wahkan’s directions.

They stopped in an isolated area, with a dirt trail climbing up to a low hill; in the distance, they could see a wooden building of some sort, some burning bonfires and many people gathering around what seemed a small elevated stage. Getting out of the car, Wahkan said: “Thank you, Joshua, we’ll go on foot from here. Please come back and pick us up tomorrow, about this hour”. There was a visible tension in his expression when he walked away, followed by Chayton.

“You don’t go with them?” – Joshua asked, surprised, when he saw that LaShawn was not moving from the car. “I’m not allowed to go there” – the boy replied – “as I’m not a Sioux. I will wait with you, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh… well… Mr. Rice-Duncan told me to book a room, I didn’t know we needed a second room…”

“Do we really need it?” – LaShawn asked, tentatively – “I mean, I wouldn’t mind sharing the room, but I understand that you… I mean, you…”

Joshua fired up the engine without a word and started driving back to the town. At first there was an embarrassed silence in the car, until he murmured: “Are you going to… touch me again?”

“Only if you want it. We can just relax, sleep and eat. And talk, if you feel to. I like talking to you…”

“I like it, too” – Joshua said with a shy smile. But then he remained silent for a long time, apparently concentrated on the road. LaShawn almost didn’t hear him when he murmured: “I… uhm… I liked when you touched me, last time. But… I didn’t bring a change of clothes…”

“I promise your trousers won’t get stained” – LaShawn replied with an impish tone, and Joshua couldn’t help but giggle. “I know I will regret it, but we can share the room” – he said, and then sighed between his teeth: “What am I getting into…”

It was almost lunch hour, so they headed to the town of Fort Yates, more a village than a town actually, and spent the day leisurely visiting the area. There wasn’t much to visit, nor breathtaking views, to tell the truth, but they chatted amiably, like old friends, each one talking about his past with lighthearted spirit. LaShawn laughed when Joshua told about an Amish guy puzzled by his smartphone to the point of thinking it was a sort of devilry; and Joshua giggled when LaShawn told about when, barely fifteen, a drunk old man blatantly offered him money in exchange for sex, and he grabbed the money and ran away.

They went on chatting and laughing, while Joshua drove aimlessly along the dirt roads of the Reservation, without ever finding anything interesting to see; but they found funny even the never-changing vistas over the… nothingness. At some point, LaShawn jokingly made Joshua stop in the middle of an arid and totally bare plain and insisted to take a selfie with him, saying: “If we don’t take a picture, no one at home will ever believe we’ve actually been here!!” – and their hearty laughter was caught on camera.

It was evening when they arrived at the hotel, that actually was a small and solitary concrete single-storey building in the middle of a totally empty area. The receptionist, an old Sioux woman, gave them a key saying in a bored tone: “Room 1. There is no service whatsoever here. I’m going away in an hour and will come back in the morning. Hope you like solitude, because you’re the only customers…”

Joshua nodded, took the key and went to their room, followed by LaShawn. Opening the door, Joshua frowned: “There’s only a double bed here, I thought…”

“You think too much!” – LaShawn joked, pulling him inside, and then added, seriously: “Listen, I told you, I will just stay on my side without even talking to you, if this is what you want. Just relax. I can even sleep sitting on the john, if that makes you feel more comfortable…”

Joshua burst in laughter: “How cruel of me would it be! Ha ha! No, LaShawn, we can share the bed. Damn, I wish I were less uptight about… everything!”

The tense vibes were dispelled, but not for long, because they started undressing to go to bed, and Joshua said, embarrassed: “I thought I would be alone, and I didn’t bring any sleepwear…”. LaShawn shrugged his shoulder and replied in a casual tone: “I usually sleep in the nude, but I will keep the underwear”. His tone was casual, but inwardly he was smiling, because that morning he purposely wore an extremely skimpy thong that barely covered his big manhood… and didn’t cover at all his perfect chocolate ass.

When he lowered his jeans, giving his back to Joshua, he heard him gasp loud: “Where is your underwear??”

“Here it is…” – LaShawn replied, turning around, showing off his big bulge – “I told you, yesterday, that I had a lot of skimpy clothes and… here is one!”

LaShawn lay on the bed and watched Joshua undressing with eager eyes. Under the trousers, he was wearing a stretch black boxer-brief that couldn’t hide his fat limp cock. He lay next to LaShawn, on his back, and stared at the ceiling, clearly embarrassed. “So… Are we going to sleep… or…?” – Joshua muttered, and for a moment, in LaShawn’s eyes, he looked like a scared boy trapped into the body of a forty-year-old man.

 

~ ‘Josh’ ~

LaShawn turned on his side and propped himself on an elbow: “Let’s play a game. Imagine that for a moment, just for a moment, you could do anything you wish, without fearing any consequence, in total freedom. What would you do?”

“I… uhm… I would place my hand on your… err… bulge”.

“Do it. Don’t think, do it.” – LaShawn said, hurriedly, thrusting his hips forward, just a little bit. Joshua held his breath while his big hand, haltingly, moved to LaShawn’s bulge and his fingers wrapped around the warm trapped meat.

“You’re such a brave guy, Josh” – the black boy said under his breath, with a voice that exuded a true admiration for the effort Joshua was clearly putting in letting himself go – “Now slip your fingers inside the fabric. I know you can do it…”

Hesitantly, Joshua’s hand intruded under the thin waistband and took a handful of LaShawn’s manhood. A feeble whine escaped the man’s mouth, and LaShawn smiled, spotting on the man’s face an expression of surprise. “It feels so… warm! So velvety! And… Gee! It moved!” – Joshua gasped, and LaShawn’s silvery laugh echoed in the room: “I’m not made of wood, you know… And you’re so sexy, Josh…” – his tone became intimate, seductive – “You don’t mind if I call you Josh, do you… Joshua is so biblical... Tonight you are just Josh… Another man… A handsome, sexy man taking what he longs for…”

LaShawn’s cock, massaged by Joshua’s hand, had in the meantime grown much stiffer, and the boy would’ve gladly torn off his thong, but he didn’t move, as to not break the magic of the moment. He glanced at Joshua’s boxers, and saw that he, too, was hard.

The blond pilot, after a short while, withdrew his hand and stood on his back, linking his arms behind his head: “Now you…” – he breathed, blushing for the excitement – “What would you do if you could do anything you wanted?”

“I’d do this…” – LaShawn replied, placing himself between Joshua’s legs. He gently took the waistband of the black boxers and pulled it down, looking with wide eyes the beautiful cock swelling in front of him. Thick, veiny, with a long foreskin partly covering a wide pink helmet. “It’s… perfect” – LaShawn breathed, taking it with one hand and peeling down the foreskin. Then he closed his eyes, opened his mouth and closed it around the engorged member, savoring its manly taste.

“What are you doing??!” – Joshua suddenly exclaimed, pushing LaShawn’s head away from his cock – “Only the harlots do that!!”

Once again, LaShawn felt deeply hurt by Joshua’s words, and though he knew it was his strict, narrow-minded education talking, this didn’t lessen in any way the pang of shame those words caused to him.

LaShawn scrambled up, brushing his entire body over Joshua’s; he knew that the forceful physical contact was probably causing a great embarrassment to Joshua, but he didn’t care. When his face was directly above Joshua’s, LaShawn looked down at him with pleading eyes: “Don’t tell me these things, Josh. Please. You may not be aware of it, but your words hurt me so much! It’s me you’re talking about! I’m not an abomination, I’m not a whore, I’m just… a guy who likes men. And every time you talk like that I… I feel sick of myself, I feel bad, but there is nothing bad in me, Josh! There is nothing bad in me…”

Joshua looked up, into LaShawn’s beautiful green eyes, and felt guilty: “I’m so sorry… I… I didn’t think… Forgive me, LaShawn…”

And then, much to LaShawn’s surprise, Joshua raised his head and gave him a tender kiss on the lips, and then another, and he then pulled the boy’s head down and let his inner fire explode in a passionate, desperate kiss. Joshua’s tongue eagerly explored the forbidden recessed of LaShawn’s mouth, and twirled and brushed over the boy’s tongue, dancing a sinful dance; but Joshua didn’t care, and moved his big hands down, along LaShawn’s back, until he took possession of the boy’s silky ass cheeks, manhandling them with fierce passion.

Without breaking the churning kiss, LaShawn got rid of his own underwear, and pressed his cock over Joshua’s, while the man explored with feverish fingers the boy’s puckered hole.

“Mmmhh… wwwmm….wait!” – Joshua suddenly said, recoiling – “I… I didn’t plan this… I have no… you know… condoms”. LaShawn flashed a knowing grin, extended his hand to his jeans and took the pack of condoms that Jorell gave him: “But I have them!”

“You… you knew that we would’ve… made love?”

“I dearly hoped for it” – LaShawn innocently confessed – “I dreamt of it since I slid my hand inside your shirt, yesterday, in the limo…”

 

~ Crumbling prejudices ~

LaShawn rolled on his back, and raised his legs, offering his beautiful chocolate ass to Joshua, who in the meantime was hurriedly rolling a condom on his cock and wetting it with spit. But then, when he took position behind LaShawn’s raised legs, he stopped in his tracks, suddenly tense.

“This… this is wrong, LaShawn! What are we doing? We… can’t! We can’t, LaShawn!”

“Josh… Josh!” – LaShawn said aloud, with firm voice, to snap Joshua out of his moral trip – “Look at me, Josh, look straight into my eyes and tell me again that I’m an abomination, that I’m a whore…”

“You’re nothing like that!” – Joshua gasped leaning to LaShawn, to look into his eyes – “You’re a sexy, handsome guy, and I’m dying to make love to you, but…”

“There is no ‘but’, Josh. There are only the two of us, here. And I’m… I’m dying to feel that perfect cock of yours inside me… Only a couple inches separate your manhood from my tender hole, Josh… Thrust your hips just a little… Do it… Do it for me… Just… OOooohhh!!”

LaShawn couldn’t end his sentence, because Joshua, throwing all his uncertainties to the wind, had finally given free rein to his all too neglected sexuality. With a gentle, but unstoppable thrust, he sank his entire rod into LaShawn’s quivering hole.

LaShawn threw his arms around Joshua’s neck and held him tight, while the man pumped his tool in and out of the velvety canal, sending shivers of pure pleasure down the boy’s spine. “MMMmmhh…  aaahh… Thank you… thank you…” – LaShawn slurred, lost in his pleasure, and arched his hips to let the hot member dig deeper into his fiery furnace.

Joshua savored the new, incredible physical sensations coming from his cock, clenched by LaShawn’s expert ass muscles; but what really ignited a fire into him was seeing the sheer pleasure painted on the boy’s face. He almost couldn’t believe that his cock could give such a pleasure to a guy.

The hunky pilot felt like he was about to burst any moment, but he slowed down, hoping that the time could stop, making that delightful moment last forever. But his body had urges he couldn’t ignore anymore: “It’s wonderful…” – Joshua said with chocked voice, speeding up his pumping hips – “You are wonderful, LaShawn… I don’t care if this is right or wrong, but…”

“Shhh…” – LaShawn shushed him – “Shut up and give it to me… Nnngghh… Fuck, it feels so gooood…”

“I’m so close… I’m so close… GGGGHHH… AAAARRGGHH!!” – Joshua screamed out of his lungs, swept away by the intensity of his climax, and his howls were so loud that he didn’t hear LaShawn moan his pleasure, nor he felt the boy squirm and tremble, under the pressure of his own body-shaking orgasm.

When Joshua regained control of his own body, he recoiled and looked in astonishment at LaShawn’s torso flooded with sperm, and his long black cock still twitching after the exertion of the climax. “I didn’t think it was really possible…” – Joshua said, shyly – “To cum just from a… uhm… anal stimulation, I mean…”

“Oh, yes, it’s definitely possible, granted!” – LaShawn giggled – “It’s not a miracle or something, you know… Though, on second thought, I think that a little miracle happened tonight… But now, Josh, don’t waste this little miracle. Such a wonderful thing can’t possibly be wrong: tell me you feel in peace with what we’ve done, that you feel good…”

“Good?” – Joshua laughed – “I feel much more than just good! And you… you’re an angel, LaShawn…”

“Well, they usually call me ‘little black devil’, who knows why…” – the boy replied with an innocent tone that caused a burst of hilarity – “Now let’s get cleaned up a bit and have a little sleep. Wahkan and Chayton might need us earlier than expected. I wonder what happened there, today…”

“Maybe they’ll tell you” – Joshua said heading to the bathroom – “and maybe not. The Native Americans are often jealous of their secrets…”

“Chayton will tell me everything, to the last detail, granted. He’s my boyfriend, you know?”

“Your… boyfriend??” – the pilot exclaimed, shocked – “Wait… you are Mr. Jorell’s boy, and Chayton’s boyfriend, and now we… damn, we made love and I made you cheat on two guys at once!”

“Naaahh…” – LaShawn giggled – “We didn’t do anything like that. Except, yes, we made love, we definitely did that! And it was a dream. Now jump in the shower, or I’ll push you inside it myself. Actually, thinking of it…” – the boy said, getting out of the bed with an impish glare in his eyes – “…that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Unless you tell me not to, that is…”

Joshua smiled and didn’t say a word…

 

~ Wahkan’s trial ~

When Wahkan and Chayton got to the top of the short hill, the little crowd became silent and parted, revealing an older warrior in his traditional Sioux clothing standing in the middle of the clearing.

“I salute you, Sacred One. And you, Falcon” – he said with apparent kindness, addressing the man and the boy with their Sioux names.

“And we salute you, honorable Red Fox” – Wahkan replied, cautiously, while the old Chief of the Seven Fires squared them with his inquisitive eyes, to then comment: “You are dressed like a wašicun, a white man…”

“Did you expect me to find the time to change clothes, after you gave me such a short notice? I’m sorry, Chief, if I blew up your plans, but I’m here. And I’ve brought my traditional garment with me, so if you kindly tell me where I can change clothes…” – Wahkan said, glancing at the wooden barrack nearby.

“I’m terribly sorry” – Chief Tokalah replied with an obviously fake contrite tone – “but as you can see this is not a five-star hotel, we can’t provide a suitable place for you to change clothes. You can do it here, don’t be shy, we’re all men, real men, we won’t look at you in an… inappropriate way.”

The Chief’s intention was clearly to humiliate him, but Wahkan flashed a proud smile and started undressing with a great confidence, feeling all the eyes of the small crowd on him. When he was completely naked, he looked around, at the men staring at him, and in several eyes his inquisitive glance spotted an admiration that was all but ‘appropriate’, contrary to what the Chief stated. But what really heartened him was spotting the sincere, friendly glance of Hotah, the Chief of the Yanton tribe: their solid friendship dated back several decades, and his silent support infused a sense of peace in Wahkan’s heart.

Wahkan extended his hand to his travelling bag, to get his ceremonial clothes, but Chief Tokalah stopped him: “You won’t need them. Clothes would just get in the way. Take your place.” – he concluded with an evil smirk, pointing his eyes to the makeshift stage.

Two men escorted Wahkan and Chayton on the stage; while Wahkan, stark naked, was placed under a sort of wooden arch located in the center of the stage, Chayton, still clothed, stayed on the side, and glanced nervously at the men looking at them from below.

“I think you know why you’re here, Sacred One…” – Chief Tokalah said aloud, to be heard by anyone, stressing with a mocking tone Wahkan’s Sioux name – “And before you raise an objection, I grant you, we all are open-minded and have nothing against your… uhm… choice of life. I confess that I personally can’t even understand how a man can find… er… pleasure with another man, but I’m perfectly fine with you doing that” – he lied, and his lie didn’t go unnoticed by Wahkan’s powerful gaze.

“But you have a delicate role within the Great Sioux Nation. You are a mentor, an example for the youngsters, as you travel across the U.S. spreading our word and teaching our most sacred principles. Many young Sioux are under your strong influence, and… some of us raised some doubts about you. Your… uhm… deviant sexuality may corrupt a young, confused mind, and we can’t tolerate that!”

Wahkan was fuming, but put a lid on his anger. His voice was calm and authoritative when he said: “Kids and boys are perfectly safe with me. What you imply is utterly offensive, Tokalah! I’m sure that you don’t go around ‘corrupting’ underage girls just because you are heterosexual… or at least you don’t corrupt them physically. Sure enough I wouldn’t harass a young male just because I’m attracted to men. I’m not an animal! I know how to keep myself in check and keep my sexual impulses restrained!”

“Then prove it!” – Chief Tokalah yelled. He gestured to a man behind him, who quickly climbed on the stage, bringing a small jar into his hands. Chayton, from aside, immediately recognized the powerful concoction whose wicked effects he knew way too well.

Without a word, the man took a small glob of concoction and spread it on Wahkan’s nipples, and then applied a similar amount on the exposed head of his limp cock. Wahkan inhaled sharply, instantly feeling a powerful excitement spreading throughout his body.

“Again.” – Chief Tokalah said with steely voice, and when the man with the jar shot him a questioning look, he confirmed: “Do it again. Double dose.”

Uncertain, the man took a larger glob and spread it again on the Wahkan’s nipples, his pecs, his entire stiffening cock and his balls. The already strong arousal quickly escalated to an unbearable sexual tension that would’ve made any man scream and buckle, but not Wahkan: resorting to his strict self-control he stood still, totally motionless, staring defiantly to Tokalah. If it wasn’t for his cock, harder than ever, throbbing and bouncing up and down, a bystander would’ve thought that Wahkan wasn’t feeling anything at all… while in reality, behind his impenetrable expression, his entire body was screaming for the unbearable horniness.

 Tokalah turned to Chayton: “Boy, strip naked and offer your body to your master!”

“NO!” – Wahkan shouted – “You can try and humiliate me, but you won’t humiliate my boy! Never in this life! Chayton, don’t move, don’t undress and don’t come closer! It’s an order!”

“I’m the Chief of the Seven Fires!” – Tokalah boomed – “Boy, obey my order!”

Chayton frowned, uncertain, and after a moment he lowered a knee on the ground, in a submissive position and replied: “Honorable Chief, I beg you! Don’t force me to choose between your command and Wahkan’s!”. Many men in the crowd murmured, admiring Chayton for his brave and wise move, but Tokalah was adamant: “You heard my command, boy! Strip naked and do your… sordid things with your lewd master!”

These last words hit Chayton like a lash. He stood tall and looked defiantly at Chief Tokalah: “Amongst the many overlapping war cries, my master's is the one I will hearken. I’m devoted to the Sacred One.”

An instant silence fell on the crowd. Some older notables were shocked to hear such a young and low-ranked member of the tribe disobey so blatantly to the Chief of the Council; but other men, and there were many, silently admired Chayton for his daring attitude against the arrogant Chief.

 

~ Two valiant warriors ~

The tense silence was broken by Wahkan’s scream: “AAAAAARRGGHH!!”. Everyone turned his attention to him, still standing under the wooden arch, all his muscle flexed in the agony of an excruciating climax. Despite his strenuous effort, not even Wahkan could oppose to Mother Nature; and while Chayton was fighting his battle against Tokalah, Wahkan had lost his own fight against the wicked effect of the concoction. Steadying himself on the wooden frame, Wahkan shot countless white plumes of seed that flew high in the air, to then splat to the ground.

When Wahkan could control again his body and his breath, he gritted his teeth, not to whine under the ongoing merciless stimulation provided by the huge amount of concoction spread over his sensitive parts. “Spirits help me!” – he prayed, looking at the sky, trying to convey all his residual strength in keeping himself from succumbing under the wicked torture. In minutes, as the refractory period ended, he was again madly aroused and drooling even more than before. He felt his mind weaken, under the blows of the unnatural horniness that shook his body.

With an evil grin, Tokalah ordered: “Bring the boy!”

From the barrack came a man, pushing a naked boy; they walked to the stage and the man helped the boy climb on it. The boy stood for few moments in front of Wahkan, and the suffering man looked at him attentively: he could be no more than fifteen years old, sixteen at most, and his shy, scared expression spoke volumes.

Without a word, the boy lay down to the floor, on his back, hooked his hands behind his knees and offered his hairless, virgin hole to Wahkan, who was horrified. Every fiber of his being craved that tender hole, his cock was drooling and his mind was weakening, but he inhaled deeply and shouted: “Go away, kid! Go away!!”

The kid seemed on the verge of crying, but he didn’t move. Wahkan raised his hands and his fingers gripped the wooden arch so tight that the structure creaked. In the throes of an unbearable sexual frenzy, Wahkan fought the harsher battle of his entire life, a battle against his most powerful enemy: himself.

He felt the tension reach unexplored peaks, until… “AAAAARRGGGHHH!!!” – he screamed out of his lungs, while his cock exploded in a second, even more massive ejaculation. A deluge of manly seed fell on the floor and on the boy, and Wahkan felt sick just because his semen had fallen on him.

“I won’t touch you, kid…” – Wahkan murmured as soon as he could breathe again, and then repeated in a louder voice: “I won’t touch you, kid! Go, my boy, this is not your place. Your place is into your mother’s arms!”

This time the boy leapt on his feet and ran away, shooting to Wahkan a reverent, thankful glance. Wahkan felt better, but his peace was short-lived, as the huge amount of concoction used on him was demanding to his body another load, the biggest and the cruelest one.

He kept his hands on the wooden frame, and tried at his best to fight the unnatural horniness that enflamed his body. His breath became rugged, his cock ached for the exertion, his groin spasmed, and suddenly he knew that he didn’t have the strength to win this last battle. He lowered his eyes, using up his last ounces of strength, when he heard a familiar voice calling from aside: “Wahkan! Look at me!”

Wahkan raised his eyes and there was Chayton, standing tall; he never saw his boy so fierce, so confident and authoritative. “Look at me, Sacred One!” – Chayton repeated, and Wahkan locked eyes with him. Slowly, the tension in his body decreased, and a sense of relief spread in his mind. He kept watching into his boy’s eye, gripping to that comforting glance like a life belt, while his sexual arousal lowered from the initial dangerous level to a wild horniness, and then to a strong excitement.

His body was still straining for release, but now he knew that he could win his fight, thanks to his brave Chayton, who had… “Chayton!” – Wahkan exclaimed, suddenly realizing what his boy had done: using the ancient knowledge he had learnt, Chayton had taken on himself the sexual delirium that was crushing Wahkan.

The boy was trembling and spasming, unable as he was to keep a lid on such a sexual frenzy as masterfully as Wahkan. “Don’t close your eyes, Falcon!” – Wahkan urged him, and they kept staring into each other’s eyes, straining for the effort; and then Wahkan took a deep breath and said in a low, authoritarian tone: “Now.”

Both the man and the boy cried out, stiffening in an unnatural, wreaking orgasm. Wahkan steadied himself on the wooden frame and let his cock shoot like a machine gun all the residual manly juice his balls could provide, to the last drop, and when there was no more seed left, his cock kept throbbing in a dry orgasm.

Chayton didn’t have anything to grip himself to, and he fell on his knees, howling for the unbearable pleasure, keeping both hands on his crotch; he shot and shot and shot, in an endless ejaculation, until the entire front of his jeans was soaked with sperm.

With unsteady steps, Wahkan went to Chayton and helped him on his feet; and then, standing on the stage, in front of the entire crowd, he gave to Chayton a long, passionate, wild kiss. And it wasn’t a kiss between a master and his boy, but a kiss between to equally valiant warriors who had fought side by side and won the battle.

 

~ Rise and fall of a Chief ~

Wahkan and Chayton climbed off the stage and soon several men came forward, one bringing a towel to reverently wipe Wahkan’s sweat, another one bringing his bag and helping him wearing the signs of his rank: the pendant with the darkened bear claw, the feather earring and the leather armband. Some younger guys went closer to Chayton, willing to help him, but uncertain about how to do it; but Chayton smiled and proudly shook his head, as the wide stain of sperm on his jeans was the visible sign of his victory.

The crowd parted and Hotah, Wahkan’s friend, came in, bringing a beautiful braided ceremonial loincloth: “I hoped to see you here” – he said with an admired glance – “and I asked my wife to weave this. May I have the honor to tie it around your hips?”

Wahkan smiled thankfully and nodded his consent. Hotah knelt in front of Wahkan, threw the laces around his waist, but before tying them he looked down, at Wahkan’s spent cock and leaned forward to kiss it with reverence. There wasn’t anything sexual in his gesture, and Wahkan knew way too well that Hotah was happily straight and married; it was a gesture of pure reverence for a body that endured such a harsh trial and now longed to enjoy a well-deserved rest.

Now beautifully dressed in his ceremonial attire, Wahkan walked to Chief Tokalah, who looked at him with admiration. “Sacred One” – he said aloud, to be heard by anyone – “You proved your valiancy beyond my expectations. I’m proud of you!”

“Thank you, honorable Red Fox, Chief of the Seven Fires” – Wahkan replied, with equally loud voice – “I wish I could say the same to you.”

Again, a complete silence fell on the crowd, as everyone held his breath, hearing Wahkan’s daring words. “W… What you mean?” – Tokalah said, suddenly getting pale.

“You let your prejudices rule your mind, when you thought that a man, just because is attracted to other men, is a sort of satyr, ready to abuse any boy passing by. Your narrow-mindedness endangers what our people has most precious: our faith in Mother Nature and the wondrous diversity she brings into the world. Diversity is a precious resource, Tokalah, not a danger to fight!”

There were many murmurs of agreement, and Wahkan continued: “And you abused our ancient knowledge, using on me double the dose of concoction that our wise ancestors have put as a limit for its use.”

The murmurs became clear words of disapproval for the Chief’s decision, and Wahkan shot his final blow: “And you have put in danger an innocent kid, a son of your people, forcing him to do an abject thing against his will, scaring him and putting at risk his delicate, blossoming sexual development. He was lucky that I was the one under trial, because if any other man was in my place, now that kid would’ve been ruined forever. No, Chief Tokalah, I’m not proud of you! I’m ashamed of you!”

And with that, Wahkan tore away his own leather armband, the mark of his tribe, and disdainfully threw it to the ground.

There was a long, tense silence, and a younger Sioux leaned down to pick up the precious armband and offered it to Wahkan, saying under his breath: “It was not you who disrespected us… Please keep it, Sacred One, and make us proud to have such an honorable member in our tribe.”

Wahkan smiled and took the armband from the guy’s hands and then turned around when an old Sioux, the eldest of the seven Chiefs members of the Council, said with cracking voice: “Since all the Seven Fires are here at the Council, I say it’s time for the Council to choose a new Chief!”

The entire crowd started talking loudly, approving the old Sioux’ words. “Tokalah is not my Chief!” “We need someone wiser, someone who respects out heritage!” “Someone like Wahkan!” “Yes, Wahkan!” “Wahkan!” “Wahkan!”

Wahkan raised his hand, commanding silence. “I’m humbled by your offer” – he said with stern voice – “and I can’t put in words how grateful I am towards all of you for the esteem you show by asking me to take the most honorable place around the Seven Fires. But my place is elsewhere. My place is across our big country, talking to our brothers who live away from their people, and to our young lost brothers, whose harsh life didn’t let him even know how honorable is their heritage: young, valiant brothers like my Chayton!” – Wahkan said, flashing to his boy a proud smile.

“And yet, you need a new Chief” – Wahkan concluded – “But you don’t need to look far away…”

He moved a few steps and the crowd parted to let him pass; he stopped in front of Hotah, bent a knee to the ground and said aloud: “I, the Sacred One, am devoted to you, honorable Chief Hotah!”

Hotah looked around, taken by surprise, and tried to say something in reply to such a high honor, but he couldn’t speak, because there was a deafening ovation: “Hotah! Hotah! Hotah!”

Wahkan stood up and raised again his hand: “The Seven Fires must speak. On behalf of Hotah, who can’t have his say, my vote is aye!”

“Aye!” – replied, one by one, other five tribe Chiefs. Everyone looked at Tokalah, the last Chief to vote. “Aye...” – he said sullenly, after a brief pause. Wahkan himself went to him and ceremonially untied Tokalah’s pendant, bearing a golden bonfire, mark of the Chief of the Council, and mocked him: “You’re as pale as a wašicun, Tokalah…”; he then moved back and tied the pendant around Hotah’s neck, murmuring: “We couldn’t hope for a better Chief. May the Spirits watch your steps.”

The sun was slowly setting, and many of the men went away, including Tokalah. Only the remaining six Chiefs stayed, along with their eldest son or nephew. They invited Wahkan and Chayton inside the barrack, where some delicious cold food was waiting for them. Both Wahkan and Chayton were respectfully undressed by the younger guys, and cleaned up with wet towels; the guys admired Chayton pendant, a bear claw similar to the one worn by Wahkan, and touched it with reverence, as only the warriors who faced the Death and came back had the right to wear it [2].

Then Wahkan put on again his ceremonial clothes, and Chayton was given a beautiful fur loincloth and a leather armband, and they all finally sat around the low banquet table, the six Chiefs and Wahkan closer to the table and the younger guys behind them. It was a joyful reunion for Wahkan, and the first chance for Chayton to meet the most notable members of his people, along with their young relatives.

They stayed up late, chatting and drinking, until the youngsters took some woven mats and they went to sleep.

And many men and guys smiled tenderly when they saw Chayton happily nest into his master’s arms and fall asleep in seconds.

 

At about the same time, not far away, LaShawn, too was drifting to a contented sleep. He felt relaxed and happy, in part because the sex he’d made with Joshua was wonderful and satisfying, but above all because he felt he somewhat changed Joshua’s life, opening wide that door that Joshua kept locked for years. Thinking of it, LaShawn giggled half-asleep, he had opened that door as wide as Joshua opened his boy hole…

LaShawn felt Joshua moving on the other side of the bed and smiled again, as he found so comforting the presence of the manly pilot there, in that empty place in the middle of nowhere. And his smile widened when he felt Joshua’s strong arms closing around him in a warm, protective embrace…

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