The Cove

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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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, sucking Alex' cock and then making sweet love to Brennan.
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. 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.
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 and leads to a weird three-way between Kale, Gladys and Gerry. Rowan feels inadequate for Gerry, and looks for reassurance into Barry's arms, but this causes a fight between Gerry and Barry, who later on find a common ground (rough sex!) to settle their quarrel.
Barry is arrested and put in jail, where he ties a strong bond with Wade, a barely legal straight boy. At his trial, Barry makes the hot Judge Ricardo Garcia fall for him.
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.
LaShawn meets Joshua, the supposedly straight jet pilot, and gently brings the uptight and repressed guy into the frightening and delightful world of man-love; and though the brave pilot then dies in a plane crash, LaShawn knows for sure that he died in peace with himself. After being rescued, Wahkan's life is in danger, and LaShawn risks his life to save him.

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Synopsys

Wahkan and the boys come back home, and their reunion with the Cove is bittersweet; Jorell understand that helping Joshua finding himself made LaShawn grow up into a man. When everything seems to go back to normalcy, a weird emergency arises at Maison de la Motte, and Barry will have to sort it out... his way!

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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 11-20 (PDF with bookmarks)
~ Book 03: Chapters 21-25 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 25 – DOMESTIC TROUBLES ≈

 

~ Jorell and LaShawn ~

Beau parked the car in front of the Cove and looked at Wahkan, Chayton and LaShawn with affection, thinking that the last week, with the plane wreckage, Joshua’s death and Wahkan’s almost deadly injures, had been an emotional rollercoaster for him.

“Welcome back home, guys!” – he said warmly – “I’m fairly confident that the entire Cove is waiting for you in the living room… especially Jorell!”

With a wide smile, LaShawn jumped off the car and ran into the house, without even waiting for the other guys. It was true, all the men and boys of the Cove were waiting for them, but LaShawn, among the many faces turned at him, only saw the one he cared most: Jorell’s.

“Sir! It’s so nice to see you again!” – he exclaimed, literally jumping into his strong arms. “Kid, I was going nuts without you!” – Jorell replied, holding his boy mid-air, in a bear hug – “I can’t even think to all you’ve been through!”

“I wish I could’ve called you more frequently, sir, but it was impossible….”

“Never mind. You’re here, now… Come, let’s go upstairs, so we can… talk!”

While the other guys greeted with great affection Wahkan and Chayton, Jorell ran upstairs, dragging his boy with him: he couldn’t wait to hold him again, feel again the warmth of his body, and make love to him.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Jorell gave to LaShawn a breathtaking kiss, finally giving way to the intense emotions that he had to bottle up in the last week. His initial fear, then the sheer happiness of knowing that LaShawn was safe, and now the passion of having again his boy in his arms made his kiss become a fiery encounter of lips and tongues.

He ground his hips against LaShawn’s body, to let him know how much he loved and wanted him, expecting him to react with equal excitement; and was surprised when LaShawn recoiled with a nervous, shy expression.

“Are you… really keen to make love, sir?” –  LaShawn asked, cautiously – “Because if you want it, I… I will do it, of course, I’m your boy, and you’ve waited for so long…”

Jorell stepped back, uncertain, adjusting the almost painful erection in his shorts, and replied: “I thought you too were eager to… get reacquainted with me, but if you don’t feel to, no problem…”

He moved to the bed with a tender smile and added: “Come, kid, let’s relax. Just relax.”

LaShawn lay on the bed next to Jorell, on his side, facing away from him. He felt a bit guilty for having thrown icy water on his man’s burning desire, but in that moment too many emotions were agitating his soul. He was afraid to have hurt Jorell, and let out a contented sigh when he felt the man’s strong arms hold him in a protective, soothing hug.

“It was hard, wasn’t it?” – Jorell asked gently, and LaShawn nodded: “Josh is gone…”

“I know. He was… heroic, risking and losing his life to save yours. And it’s normal that you feel sad, I am too, but you have spent just a couple days with him, after all…”

LaShawn uttered a chocked whine and wriggled out of Jorell’s arms, angry: “You just don’t understand, sir!” 

Jorell was puzzled, but his boy’s pain was obvious, and he said with a soothing tone: “Let me understand, then. I wish I was as good as Kale at understanding people, but I’m… I’m just a simple man. Tell me what’s in your heart…”

“I’m sorry, sir…” – the boy replied, nesting again against Jorell’s wide chest – “It’s so strange… You’re right, I’ve been with Josh just a couple days, but they were quite… intense. He was so restrained, fearful about what he felt inside, and in those two days I… I think I’ve opened a door inside him.”

“Have you made love?”

“That, too, yes sir. And it was wonderful, I can’t deny it, but that was just the final act of something bigger. I slowly brought him to open up to me, to accept his own desires as something right, I made him discover for the first time the… beautiful intimacy between men. He was older than me, but sometimes he looked like a young boy who needed my guidance and my praises…”

LaShawn turned around to look at Jorell: “I’m not sure I can explain, and probably you won’t understand, but when he died I felt… I don’t know how I felt…”

“I think I know how you felt…” – Jorell replied, with a sympathetic tone – “You felt like I myself would feel if I lost you, my boy. Like I did feel when Beau told us that the plane had crashed and I didn’t know whether you were dead or alive. I felt like someone had forcefully torn a shred of my heart out of my chest.”

“But Josh wasn’t my boy, he was even older than me, he was a grown man, and yet… when I saw him lying lifeless into the pilot’s seat I… I felt just like you said, sir. I don’t understand…”

“True, Josh wasn’t your boy” – Jorell said, seriously – “but what you did for him and with him is what a man does with his boy. In a way, you helped him come out of his shell, discover and explore his sexuality. He blindly trusted you, and you didn’t fail him. This has nothing to do with chronological age. I can only say that… I wish I won’t ever be through what you’ve been through, kid. If I ever lose you, it would break my heart…”

 

~ Reunion ~

LaShawn smiled tenderly, feeling again in complete harmony with his wonderful man, his mentor, his friend. Jorell could understand him, could share his pain, and this let LaShawn feel much better. He pressed his back even more on Jorell’s body, feeling protected and loved. And he was… loved indeed, as LaShawn could clearly feel pressing his buttocks on Jorell’s groin.

“You’re still hard, sir…” – the boy said, cautiously – “If you want to make love…”

“But you don’t want to, kid. Tell me: have you ever forced Josh to do something he didn’t want, or wasn’t ready to do?”

“Surely not, sir! I could never do that!”

“Then how on earth could I do that to you, the boy I love? I wish I could have a switch to turn my cock off and make it lose its stiffness, but I can’t. It’s been almost a week since I last got off, but I don’t care…”

“Almost a week, sir?” – LaShawn inquired, looking straight at Jorell with a rascal grin – “I’ve been away an entire week, so… who’s been the lucky guy?”

Jorell flashed a shy smile: “Brennan. I had just found out that you were safe and sound at the Air Force base, and I felt so happy! And Brennan was so eager to take a… test ride on my cock that I couldn’t say no…”

“Oh, so you did it just for Brennan. How considerate of you…” – LaShawn mocked him with an impish expression. Jorell flashed a mischievous grin and retorted playfully: “He could take my entire cock, you know… All the way to the hilt, on his first try…”

“What??” – LaShawn exclaimed, quickly stripping naked and showing off his perfect ass to Jorell – “Are you implying that his ass is better than this?”

“Aww, fuck…” – Jorell exclaimed under his breath, attracted to the perfect chocolate melons like a moth to the light – “There’s no competition with killer buns like yours, and you know it perfectly well…”

Jorell threw away his tank and his shorts, revealing his mouth-gaping erection, stiffer than ever, and it was LaShawn’s turn to feel like a moth to the light. “There’s no competition with that marvel of nature, either, sir…”. The man spat on his hand and briefly wetted his cock, knowing that LaShawn had taken it many times, so far, and could handle it without much effort; but he was surprised when LaShawn extended a hand to the nightstand and took a tube of lube. 

“Do… Do we need it?” – Jorell asked, a bit puzzled, and LaShawn looked at him with great intensity: “Please sir. This time I want it to be special. I want to give you something that nor Brennan nor anyone else can give you. You’re always so cautious, you always have to restrain yourself, afraid to hurt the guy you’re fucking, but not this time, sir. I want you to give free rein to your passion, I want you to be relieved from the burden of having such a gigantic cock. No need to take care of me this time, sir, let me take care of you for once! Fill me, sir, stretch me, impale me! You know I can take it!”

With his last words, LaShawn held his own legs up, revealing his dark puckered hole; Jorell felt on fire, as his boy’s words had turned him on. His whole life he had to restrain himself, and for many years he’d even given up on his sexuality altogether, due to the dangerous weapon hanging between his legs; and now his beautiful, loving boy was offering him the chance to finally be… himself, to forget everything and enjoy the sex at his heart’s content. His big hand smeared a huge amount of lube all over the rock-hard shaft and his eyes shone with desire and excitement… but then the fire went off.

“I… I can’t do it, kid…” – Jorell murmured, feeling the moment of euphoria vanish – “I could hurt you… You’re so brave and I love you so much for offering, but if I hurt you I…”

“You won’t hurt me, sir.” – LaShawn lied, knowing that taking the humongous rod all at once would’ve been painful even for a trained ass like his – “Trust me. I can take it. You’ve waited so much, you’ve been in such a pain for me, and I want you like never before. Fuck me sir! Shove it in! I’m begging you!”

Jorell couldn’t hold himself any more. He pressed his cock on the almost hairless hole, and when he felt the elastic ring relax and open up for him, he closed his eyes and sank his massive tool into LaShawn’s tender depths, all the way. Part of his mind told him to be careful, to restrain himself, but he didn’t listen to it; and for the first time in his life he let his loins take complete control over his body.

The oversize cock was like a piston that roughly invaded and stretched the boy’s experienced ass, reaching places that no other man could reach. The velvety chute, coupled with the abundant lubrication, sent jolts of sheer pleasure through the hard rod, and Jorell felt hornier and more lustful than ever.

LaShawn did his very best to silently withstand the rough onslaught, thinking that maybe he had overestimated his experience and his strength; his ass hurt, and every thrust of the long club caused him to squirm with pain, but Jorell’s ecstatic expression was worth the pain a million time. However, it wasn’t a walk in the park for the boy. Despite the copious lubrication, the hard pole forcefully drilling his tender insides caused jolts of pain that barely balanced with the pleasure the long meat was giving him. 

In order to hide his smirk of discomfort, LaShawn took his man’s face in his hands and pulled him down, locking their lips in a churning, fiery kiss. And while their tongues made love to each other with no less passion than the cock ravaging the tender ass, LaShawn felt Jorell stiffen and grunt, and a deluge of warm man cream bathed his enflamed insides.

The additional lubrication let the pain and the discomfort turn into an irresistible pleasure that made LaShawn groan in ecstasy. But Jorell had cum, the game was over, and LaShawn knew that the hot meat that was now giving so much pleasure was about to be withdrawn, leaving behind it a sense of unsatisfied emptiness.

“Sir… oh, sir…!!” – he suddenly squealed, realizing that the massive piston drilling him had no intention to slow down. “I want more, kid…” – Jorell growled – “I’ve waited for so long…  So long… Fuck, it’s so goooood!”

“You can go on as much as you want, sir… Nnnggh… I won’t complain… ooohhh… I’m your boy… and you’re making me… aww…. sir, you’re making me cum… yeah… yeah… GGGGHHHH!!!”

LaShawn’s cock, trapped between the two tight abdomens, shuddered hard and exploded in a wreaking orgasm, bathing with slick boy juice their bodies. Jorell slowed down, but LaShawn urged him: “Don’t stop, sir…! I can’t get enough of you… Aaaaahhhh… yes!!”

Boosted by his boy’s desire, Jorell paced up even more his thrusts, pulling out his thirteen inches of hard meat and then shoving them again all at once into the fiery chute, over and over, in a sexual frenzy.

“I missed you so much, kid…” – Jorell murmured, climbing again to his climax – “I missed you so much… aaahhh… Only you can make me feel… nnngghh… Aww… FFFFUUUCK!!”

The second ejaculation, if possible, was more intense and powerful than the first, and gallons of fresh seed added to the ones already filling LaShawn’s guts to the brim. Jorell breathed hard, lost in his pleasure, until his cock and his mind finally found their peace.

Jorell held his boy tight, enjoying the last traces of his mind-blowing orgasm, and was surprised, but just a little, when he felt LaShawn’s body shaken by muffled sobs.

“Let it all out, kid…” – Jorell murmured into his boy’s ear in a warm voice – “You’re home, now. You’re home and I’m here.”

 

~ Unexpected call ~

While Jorell and LaShawn lingered in bed, getting reacquainted in their own special way, all the other men and boy flocked to the dining room, to have lunch. Wahkan’s leg still hurt a lot, and he felt a bit weak, but it was their first meal together after their horrible experience and he didn’t want to miss it.

Beau looked around the table and caught the happy expressions of his friends, grateful to be able to hug again Wahkan and Chayton, but also sorry glimpses, because they all knew that their joy came at a terrible cost.

“I know what you all are thinking of…” – Beau said, without standing up, because it wasn’t a speech the one he was doing: he was just sharing his feelings with the guys he most loved – “But as Kale once said me, the happiness of having Wahkan, Chayton and LaShawn back home should not and must not be wiped away by the sorrow for having lost Joshua. And yet, though smiling, my heart is heavy, because Joshua was one of us.”

There were murmurs around the table and Beau nodded: “Yes, he was one of us. LaShawn talked about him while driving back home, and told me something that I didn’t know about him. He was struggling to accept his true nature, his attraction to men, due to his strict education, and LaShawn was for him what the Cove is for all of us: a place where to be ourselves, understand and accept ourselves and embrace life.”

“He was one of us and the Cove has lost one of its most valuable members” – Beau continued – “but he left a gift for us, a gift that we have to be grateful and happy for: Wahkan, Chayton and LaShawn. So, let’s enjoy with grateful spirit the gift Joshua gave us!”

Many cautious smiles flashed around the table, and few wet eyes glistened in the bright noon sun flowing through the windows, while the serving dishes were passed around and the men started talking. Even Barry was touched by Beau’s words, and hid his emotions, as usual, behind the thick curtain of his overactive sexuality. “How’s going your leg, Wahkan? You look a bit worn out” – Barry said to the ageless Sioux – “but it only adds to your sexiness! As soon as you can raise your leg I could come to your room and … uhm… give you a deep health check!”

Among the giggles, Wahkan replied: “You’re welcome to come to my room whenever you want. It actually never happened so far. But I’m afraid the outcome of your visit would be quite different than you’d expect.”

Everyone laughed, but there were many excited sighs, thinking to those two top alpha-man fighting for supremacy in bed. Barry was not scared by Wahkan’s confidence and mocked him: “I bet you thought the same thing when Alex last came to your room… and then came in your ass!” [1]

“Not as hard as he came the second time, on that very same bed [2]” – Wahkan replied with a confident grin – “Ask Brennan…”

“You’re lucky you’re injured” – Barry laughed, adjusting his growing bulge under the table – “but sooner or later I will… oh, sorry, the phone!”

Barry took the phone from his pocket and looked at the screen; a wide smile appeared on his face: “Look’s who’s calling! Teddy from Maison de la Motte! He must be craving for another portion of prime beef, I bet!”

He gestured to the other man to stop laughing while answering the call: “Hey, Teddy! If you’re looking for a wild ride, you’ve called the right person!”

“Sir, I hear you’re not alone…” – Teddy said from the other end, and his voice sounded strangely strained – “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called… Please forgive me… I… I…”

Barry realized that Teddy was very upset, almost on the verge of crying, and said: “Hold on!”, and moved to the adjacent room. “I’m alone now, kid. You did well to call me. What happened? Do you need me?”

“I shouldn’t really ask you, sir…” – Teddy whined – “but if you could come here when you can… Take your time, I know you are busy… I need you sir…!”

“Someone has hurt you? What’s the problem?”

“It’s Max, sir. The handyman, Lawrence. You know we are, err, close to each other. Something has happened to him but… I don’t know what! He doesn’t want to tell, in the last three days he’s barely talked to me, or anyone else here, and I… I don’t know what to do! Maybe you could… don’t know…”

“I’m on my way. Don’t worry, kid, whatever happened I will fix it.”

In the dining room the men exchanged puzzled glances when they heard the front door slam and Barry’s truck run away. “Maybe I should go there and check what’s wrong” – Beau said, worried – “They are my employees, after all, and if there’s a problem I should go and fix it!”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” – Kale replied – “If Teddy called Barry and not you, and then waited for him to be alone, it’s something that he didn’t want you to know. Of course you have any legal right to go there and have them tell you, but you better don’t. Barry is going there, and if he thinks your intervention is necessary, he will call you.”

 

~ A hurting stud ~

The men were still speaking when Barry’s truck came to a screeching halt in front of the main entrance of Maison de la Motte. As if he was waiting for him, Teddy opened the small service door and gestured to Barry to come in; as soon as the door closed behind them, Teddy hugged Barry tight: “Thank you for coming, sir! I really don’t know what to do, Max doesn’t want to tell me what happened. In the last three days he barely talked to me, nor he… touched me, sir.”

“Don’t worry, kid, I’ll sort this out” – Barry replied, confident – “Where is he now?”

“In the attic, in his room. He comes out only to go to the bathroom and grab something to eat and quickly moves back to his room. Come, I’ll walk you there.”

They climbed to the attic and Teddy stopped in front of a low door. “This is Max’ room, sir” – he whispered, not to be heard from inside, and then went away.

Barry didn’t knock on the door, he just opened it and went in. Max was lying on the bed, wearing his brown overalls; he was on his side, giving his back to the door, and got furious for the sudden intrusion.

“I told you I don’t want to see anyone!” – the handyman shouted, turning around, and his eyes widened when he realized it wasn’t Teddy. “Oh! I’m sorry sir!” – he hastened to say, leaping on his feet – “I didn’t know that someone of the family was in the house…”

Barry went closer to him and looked straight into his eyes: “So what, stud? Why all this fuss? What happened?”

“Nothing, sir. Nothing that you may be concerned about.”

“…which basically means ‘mind your fucking business’, right?” – Barry said, or better growled, getting angry – “Don’t play the good manners card with me and don’t call me sir, as I don’t give a shit about all this elegant bullshit. Have you looked at Teddy’s eyes lately? Have you seen the anguish on his face? That is my business! Now you tell me what’s wrong with you.”

“It’s personal, sir… Barry.” – Max replied, looking at his feet, while an ashamed expression darkened his handsome face – “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you, we barely know each other and…”

Barry lost his temper, grabbed Max by the top of the overalls and roughly shoved him against the wall. Max looked at him in alarm, sure as he was that Barry was about to hit him, but instead Barry pressed his whole body against him and gave him a fierce, forceful kiss, tongue and all, that took Max’ breath away.

At first, Max reacted trying to push Barry away, but his efforts were definitely too weak to be believable. He surrendered to the fiery lips pressing hard against his, to the forceful tongue taking possession of his mouth and to the overwhelming sexuality that Barry’s body exuded.

After what seemed an eternity, Barry recoiled with a knowing grin and said: “Are we now intimate enough? Come on, stud, tell me what happened…”

Max leaned over the wall, catching his breath, and then said in a low voice: “The truth is that I don’t know exactly what happened… Three days ago, in the evening, I missed dinner because I had to fix a leaking faucet, so I went down to the kitchen to take something to eat. Marco, the chef, had already gone away, but the kitchen helper, Evan, was there and rustled some food for me. I came back to my room and ate my dinner… and that’s the last thing I remember. I woke up early in the morning alone in my bed, naked, my chest covered with cum, and my ass hurt like hell, as if someone… well, popped my cherry, you know…”

“Are you… or anyway, were you a virgin??” – Barry exclaimed, finding hard to believe that an attractive stud in his early fifties, definitely into man-love, never had passive sex with another guy.

“Not really a virgin, no, but it’s been long ago, when I was much younger. I… I don’t like being on the receiving end, so to speak. I never do it. But apparently I did it, that night: believe me, I know how it feels when someone carelessly shoves his rod into an unprepared ass…”

“And you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing at all. I must’ve been drugged or something!” – Max yelled, angry, stomping a foot on the floor – “That motherfucker! He knocked me down to take advantage of me! It’s so… humiliating! He treated me like a bitch, just a hole to fuck and fill with his spunk! How can I look again into Teddy’s eyes? How can I be for him the man he expects me to be when I’m… I’m half of a man, now? How can I take care of him if I can’t even take care of myself?”

Barry flashed a lustful grin and pressed again his body against Max’, making him feel the massive erection he was nursing in his pants: “I say you’re a hell of a stud, anything but a half-man..”

Max looked like he felt an electric surge through his body and his eyes shone with renewed confidence… and more than a hint of lust. “Fuck, man, you can come and cheer me up whenever you want…”

 

~ ‘Rape drug’ ~

 “Good” – Barry mused – “Now we only need to find out who’s the motherfucker. You said the last thing you remember was eating your dinner. Who was in the kitchen when that guy, Evan, prepared your food?”

“No one else, we were alone, Marco had already gone away”

“And did you eat or drink anything other than what Evan gave you?”

“Nothing. It was just a sandwich and a beer, nothing fancy.”

“OK, I’m no Sherlock Holmes, but adding one and one I get… Evan. But we can’t be sure, and this is a serious accusation. If he used a drug or something, maybe he keeps it in his room. I believe that the butler is a sort of… authority in this house, right? Let’s go talk to him!”

They went down to LaCour’s office, who listened to them with a grave expression. “If there’s a suspect of anything illegal going on in the house, I do have the authority to search the personnel’s rooms” – LaCour said, standing up – “I’ll ask Marco to keep Evan busy while I go upstairs. Please wait here until I come back.” 

The butler came back in fifteen minutes, and his expression spoke volumes. He handed a small bottle to Barry, who read the label: “What is this? G… GHB?”

“Commonly known as the ‘rape drug’, it’s a powerful hypnotic.” – LaCour replied – “With the right dose, it doesn’t knock a person down, but it weakens his will to the point of accepting any kind sexual intercourse. And afterwards, the subject doesn’t remember anything of what happened.”

“Motherfucker!” – Max hissed, furious, and LaCour placed his hand on the handyman’s arm: “Keep your cool Lawrence. I’m going to the kitchen and I’m bringing Evan here, so you can confront him, but I don’t want things to escalate.”

LaCour went away and came back a couple minutes later roughly pushing a young man in his late twenties, dark blond, tall, with the physique of a boxer; he was wearing an apron over a white t-shirt and black elastic shorts. As soon as he entered the room he noticed the serious expressions of Max and Barry and realized he was in trouble, but his expression wasn’t scared, he was rather confused, surprised.

Before anyone could speak, he went to Max and looked straight at him. “Max, I’m not sure why I’m here, but it must have something to do with what we did three days ago in your room. I may have been a bit forceful, I admit it, but I thought you could take it, After all, you’re a fuckin’… I mean, you’re a tough guy, and I thought I was allowed to be a bit rough. But if I went too far, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

“You didn’t mean to hurt me??” – Lawrence shouted – “You raped me! You fucked me against my will!”

“What are you talking about??” – Evan exclaimed – “You were totally consenting! You even let me take a video of us!”

“A video?” – LaCour interjected – “Do you have it on your phone? May we see it? If Lawrence agrees, of course.”

Max nodded his consent, and everybody looked at Evan’s phone, showing him and Max apparently having fun on the bed, though it was quite obvious that the buff handyman, always very assertive and dominant, was unusually submissive and had yielded total control of the game to his young partner.

“See?” – Evan said at the end of the video – “I didn’t force you in any way! You even came like a fire hydrant! I wouldn’t call it a non-consensual act!”

“And what about this?” – Barry inquired, showing the bottle of GHB.

“Oh, that…” – Evan replied, calmly, shrugging his shoulders – “It’s a bland relaxant, a friend of mine gave it to me; he knew I had the hots for Max and that he’s very… uptight when it comes to being fucked, so he suggested me to give him this relaxant, just to let him unwind, get rid of the tension and enjoy some good sex, that’s all. I know, I shouldn’t pour it in his beer, but it’s just a bland relaxant!”

“The fuck it is! It’s GHB, it’s the ‘rape drug’!” – Max yelled, furious – “And I’m not ‘uptight’, I just hate being fucked! And you should know what I mean, as you too never let anyone come nowhere near your ass!” 

Evan’s face became as white as a bedsheet: “R… Rape drug? I… I didn’t… Oh, fuck! Fuck!! You mean you didn’t want me to…? I’m sorry! Max, I’m terribly sorry!! Fuck what have I done… What have I done…”

He crashed on a chair and started sobbing desperately, suddenly realizing the seriousness of his act and the harm he’d caused to Max. “I trusted my friend… How stupid can I be? I’m so sorry… Believe me Max, never in my life I would’ve hurt you… I’m stupid! Stupid!”

Suddenly he raised his teary eyes and looked at LaCour, who was watching menacingly at him: “Are you sending me to jail, LaCour?”

The butler looked at Barry, who was a member of the ‘family’, as they all called Beauregard and all the guys who lived with him, and silently asked for directions.

Barry shot a deadly glance at Evan and hissed: “It all depend on Max”. He raised his gaze and looked at LaCour and Max: “I know nothing of psychological mumbo-jumbo, I’m a simple man, but when it comes to sex I know my stuff. I watched the video and watched Evan’s reaction, and I believe him. Oh, the guy here is right: he’s a prize-winning stupid! But I know first-hand how horrible is going to jail: a guy like Evan would become the jail bitch in a couple day at most, and believe me, he’d learn the hard way what rape really means…”

Evan leapt on his feet, scared as hell, and went close to Max, but he didn’t dare to look at his eyes. “Max… Please don’t send me to jail… Take revenge on me, fuck me, punish me, but don’t let them make me their bitch…”

 

~ Humiliating punishment ~

Max stayed silent for a short while, trying to keep his anger in check, and then said in a strained tone: “I don’t want to send you to jail. Believe it or not, I’m no… stranger to jail either, and I know it’s a place where someone like you couldn’t survive for long. But damn, you raped me!”

“Then make things even!” – Evan replied, and under everyone’s surprised eyes he pulled down his shorts and his underwear and bent over LaCour’s desk. “I’m a virgin, but I don’t care! Fuck me, Max, hurt me, do your worst, I won’t complain!”

The handyman looked at the virgin ass splayed in front of him with flaming eyes and moved closer, with an expression of restrained anger painted on his face, while he lowered the zipper of his overalls. LaCour watched him in horror, but didn’t say anything. Max placed a hand on Evan’s buttocks, hesitating, and then exhaled loudly: “I can’t. I would be an even worse person than him. He needs to be punished, but I just can’t hurt him…”

“But I can!” – Barry said aloud, pushing Max away and placing himself behind Evan; he spat on two fingers and unceremoniously shoved them into the guy’s unprepared ass. “Awww… FUCK!!” – Evan yelled for the sudden pang of pain coming from his overstretched virgin ass.

“Shut up, boy!” – Barry hissed – “Take you punishment like a man and I’ll be merciful: when I’m done you’ll still be virgin… sort of!”

He shoved his fingers harder into the inexperienced chute and started gyrating them, uncaring of the discomfort he was causing to the guy; and when he felt under his fingers the tender mound of the guy’s prostate, he assaulted it with merciless vigor.

“Ggghh… Ah! Nnnnngghh!!” – Evan groaned, trying his best to keep his mouth shut, but unable to completely muffle his whines of humiliation and discomfort. And his humiliation became even greater when he realized that his cock was growing stiffer, under the blows his prostate had to endure.

Soon Evan realized that the forceful treatment his tender linings were subjected to was causing him to dangerously climb to an unwanted, humiliating forced orgasm, and put a strong effort in holding back his juice, unwilling to submit to such a demeaning manhandling. But Barry knew his stuff, his fingers hit with methodical precision the most sensitive spots inside Evan’s body, commanding the guy to surrender.

“Sir…” – Evan whined, almost on the no-return point – “May I jack off? Please, don’t let me cum this way, in front of everybody, it’s too humiliating…”

“This is your punishment, kid.” – Barry growled – “If you want to jack off, I won’t stop you. But if you’re really sorry for what you’ve done to Max, you won’t touch yourself.”

Evan’s hand, that was already moving toward his hard, leaking cock, stopped halfway and moved back to the center of the desk. In few moments, Evan’s legs started trembling and the guy inhaled sharply, stiffening for the sudden, powerful climax Barry had forced him to climb to. “NNNNGGHH…!!!” – he uttered through his clenched teeth, and his cock exploded in an unsatisfying unattended orgasm, spurting long ropes of man juice that splatted on the apron and dripped on the shorts around his ankles.

“I’m sorry, Max…!” – he whined, surrendering to the demeaning orgasm – “Forgive me… Nnngghh… Forgive me…”

When the Evan’s untouched cock stopped throbbing, Barry withdrew his fingers and cleaned them on the guy’s apron. “Pull up your pants” – he curtly said – “I see you enjoyed it, you came like a fire hydrant…”. Evan turned around, ashamed to hear his own earlier words about Max ‘enjoying’ the forceful sex.

The guy raised his contrite gaze to Max, who looked back at him with a hint of sympathy. The image of Evan asking him for forgiveness while enduring a forced, unpleasant orgasm had finally put his soul to peace. In part, at least.

“You’re forgiven” – he curtly said, and without waiting for Evan’s reaction, he turned around and went away.

“Be smarter, kid, and choose better your friends.” – Barry said, following Max – “And watch again that video, watch it a million times, until you understand the difference between a passive acceptance and a full consent. It’s not that difficult: if watching the video you find it disturbing, you’re on the right way.”

When the door closed, LaCour looked at Evan with a serious expression. “Consider yourself on probation. Give me the slightest chance and I’ll be glad to throw you out. Dismissed!”

Evan lowered his eyes and slowly moved to go away; when he had the hand on the door, the butler added: “And that apron goes straight to the trash!”

 

~ Manlier than ever ~

Barry entered Max’ room and flashed him a friendly smile: “That Evan guy is not as nasty as I thought at first, he’s just stupid and careless. If I had the slightest suspicion he had willingly raped you, I had split open that virgin ass of his so hard that the whole town would’ve heard his cry of pain. And then I had thrown him into jail. But I believed him. Nevertheless, I didn’t go easy on him, I let him taste his own medicine. Feeling better, now?”

“Uhm… yes… sort of. No, don’t get angry, now, Barry! I really appreciate what you’ve done, I had already admired how… masterful you are when it comes to sex, you know exactly what to do… unlike me.”

“What are you talking about? The guy did you wrong and got a harsh punishment that surely taught him a lesson. You’re even, now, it’s time to throw this bad story behind your back and forget it.”

“Forget it??” – Max yelled – “He fucked me in the ass! Drug or not, he forced me to submit to another man, and I hate it! I can’t… stop knowing what happened! He humiliated my manliness, I let him take advantage of me, like I was a bottom-boy, a hustler! On the outside, I’m the same man I was three days ago, but I’m not that man anymore, and no punishment can fix it!”

Barry listened to Max’ words with a serious expression; he didn’t know anything of Max’ past experiences, but he clearly had a sort of obsession for his macho attitude; apparently, for him, giving his ass to another man was not just physically unpleasant (Barry actually suspected it was quite the opposite): it was demeaning, humiliating, it was something that lessened his manliness.

“I know how you feel” – Barry said, getting closer and looking at Max straight in his eyes – “By now you know me enough to know that I’m like you, I don’t like being on the receiving end. I’m the man, I’m the one who calls the shots…”

While talking, Barry started unbuttoning his shirt, under Max’ puzzled gaze. When the shoes and the trousers fell to the floor along with the shirt, Max shot at him an alarmed glance: “Listen, man, if this is a bullshit like ‘you fall off the horse, you get right back on’, you’re just crazy. My ass is still sore and for the life of me I won’t let you fuck me!”

Barry flashed a confident smile while tearing away his own briefs, setting free his cock, as thick as a can of beer. “Too bad for you… I’m more than sure that you would enjoy this chunk of beef very much. But there are so many pleasurable things two men can do in bed, you know…”

Now completely naked, the brawny worker lay on the bed, on his back, and much to Max’ astonishment he raised his legs and showed off his puckered hole, almost hidden behind a thick bush of black hair. “Come on, stud… I bet it’s not a wrench what is making a tent in your pants…”

Max lowered the zipper of his overalls and with one swift move took it away along with his shoes, getting completely naked: “I don’t know what’s on your mind, man” – he growled, massaging his stiff cock – “but if you’re playing with me your game is going wrong, because this cock will drill your ass, and it’s too late for you to change your mind…”

He leaned to the nightstand to take some lube, but Barry stopped him: “Do you think I’m a sissy? Some spit will do, or nothing at all, if you fancy a rough fuck!”

Max flashed a rascal smile and spat twice on his cock; he pressed the tip on Barry’s clenched hole and looked straight at him: “You’re a fierce stud, man… But let’s see how fierce you are!”

Barry expected Max to impale him abruptly, to assert his supposed ‘manly superiority’ and relaxed his hole as much as he could, ready to withstand the painful penetration, but Max was much gentler than he thought. “I’m not going to hurt you” – Max said, guessing Barry’s thoughts – “You know me better than that. This is how a man makes love…”

Max’ hips began moving smoothly back and forth, making his stiff rod explore places inside Barry that only few other men had reached before. But Barry didn’t shy away, he moved his ass in sync with Max’ hips to take his club even deeper. True, his hole was not used to be filled like that, and Barry felt his insides overstretched by Max’ girth, but he didn’t lose an inch of his confidence and looked straight at Max swaying over him: “That’s it, stud! Fuck that tight ass! Split it open!” – he growled, and his dirty talking made Max’ lust flare. “You’re a fucking hot first-class stud, man!” – Max said with a hoarse voice, while his cock become a piledriver slamming into Barry’s chute faster and faster – “I know you can take it…”

“I can take much more than that, stallion!” – Barry replied with a confident grin – “Try me!”

Max accepted the challenge, and his thrusts became so powerful and fast that the entire bed frame squeaked under the blows. Barry reached for his own cock and started wanking it, enjoying the brutal treatment his joy nut was getting. “Aww… fuck… you’re a sight, an icon of masculinity…” – Barry breathed, feasting his eyes on the sweating man fucking him like there was no tomorrow – “Go on, don’t stop, you’re making me cum… Shove that club of yours deeper than ever!”

“Nnngghh… Fuck…” – Max hissed through his teeth, blown away by Barry’s overwhelming sexuality – “Here it comes man! FFFFUUUCCCK!!!”

 

~ Calling the shots ~

Barry felt Max’ cock throbbing wildly inside him, and then enjoyed the warm wetness of his seed bathing his most intimate recesses. His hand sped up on his own cock, but he was not ready, yet. “Go on, don’t stop! I’m almost there…. Awww….! Yes, don’t stop! don’t stop!!”

Max felt drained, as he’d already spurted all his juice inside Barry’s fiery chute to the last drop, but he didn’t stop and went on pumping his stiff cock inside the slick ass. His handsome face tensed in a grimace of discomfort, as his cock was very sensitive after such a powerful orgasm, but his hips didn’t slow down.

“You’re a fuckin’ sex machine, buddy!” – Barry howled, pushed into the abyss by such a display of controlled manliness – “Fuck YEEEAAHH!!”

A fountain of manly juice shot from his cock and splatted everywhere, on his chest, on the bedsheets and even on the headboard. Max kept hissing and pumping his sore cock into Barry’s clenching ass until saw him relax in the bliss of the post-orgasm pleasure. Only then he pulled out and lay on the bed next to Barry.

“Thanks buddy” – Barry said, panting – “I bet it wasn’t that pleasurable going on fucking like that after cumming so hard…”

“You needed it, man” – Max replied, rightly proud of his manliness – “I tried to make us cum at the same time, but sex is like that, it’s a continuous surprise…”

“It’s more surprising than you think, actually. You see, my cock and my hand are long-time friends, I could’ve cum anytime, but I waited on purpose.”

“Why the fuck did you do that?” – Max asked, surprised, and even a bit pissed off.

“To let you see who was calling the shots. I told you to go on, despite your discomfort, and you did it. I actually feel a bit guilty, but the point is: I was being fucked by a stud with the capital ‘S’, but it didn’t stop me from being man enough to lead the game. Max, the position you assume in bed has nothing to do with your manliness, your sexual prowess and your manly pride. Do you see me as a bottom-boy or a cheap hustler? Of course not, I’m a fuckin’ A-class stud, just like you. And truth to be told, feeling your cock stretching me out and pounding my joy nut was just wonderful. But I’m not telling you anything you don’t know already, right?”

Max flashed a shy smile: “Right. I confess I loved being fucked, every now and then, when I was younger. But then… it was many years ago, I was a reckless young man back then… I did something stupid and I spent one year in jail, and there… they did to me things that…”

“Not a word more, buddy” – Barry said, seriously – “Believe me, I know exactly what you’re talking about, and those are memories we both just want to forget. So, let’s forget them. In jail you can’t be yourself, what happened there didn’t happen to you, but to a reckless young guy that doesn’t exist anymore.”

Max’ tense expression distended into a friendly smile. He didn’t reply, he just rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling for few moments, smiling. And then, without turning to Barry, he said: “It’s been a wild fuck, man… and I hope that one day you will let me return the favor. True, that club of yours scares me a bit, but if Teddy can take it, I can’t be any less, right?”

“Right!” – Barry replied, giving a playful pinch at Max’ nipple and jumping off the bed – “Now I have to go, there’s a bunch of gorgeous men and boys waiting for me at the Cove. And there’s a lovely boy waiting for you somewhere in this fuckin’ mansion.”

“Poor Teddy, I treated him so bad…” – Max said, contrite.

“Max, last time you told me that Teddy is not your boy, but however you want to call it, you have a responsibility toward him. He needs you, don’t ever forget it. You should’ve seen his teary eyes, you should’ve heard his breaking voice when he told me that for three endless days you didn’t ‘touch’ him, that’s the word he used. Take care of him, and take care of you.”

“You too” – Max replied looking at Barry, now dressed again, going away – “Thanks man. And remember my offer!”

With a last knowing smile, Barry closed the door and went back to the Cove.

 

~ An unusual… Barry ~

Barry’s drive back home was unusual in many ways. It was unusual, for instance, the very slow speed he drove at, ignoring the honks of the hurried drivers behind him. The hectic traffic along Main Street was not his concern, because his mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts: and this, of all the things, was the most unusual thing ever happening to Barry.

What he couldn’t get out of his mind was the tenderness of Max, the sturdy, muscular aged handyman, towards the young waiter Teddy. Whatever the reason for Max to refuse to call Teddy his ‘boy’, Barry had no doubts. Max cared for Teddy, protected him, showed him how to explore and live his sexuality and his life; Max was even jealous of Teddy’s lust for Barry’s oversize manliness!

When Barry was still married [3], his wife didn’t want to have children; and while he himself didn’t feel ready to be father, and still he couldn’t imagine himself as a father, he actually regretted that decision. But, alas, now it was way too late.

Later on, when he acknowledged his attraction to men and joined the Cove, he saw many of his buddies take a young guy as their boy: Wahkan and Chayton, Alex and Charlie, Jorell and LaShawn… Even Beau, the least person Barry believed to be able to do that, came back from Scotland with Brennan, and proudly took him as his boy.

«Who am I kidding?» – Barry thought with a sad grin – «I’m no good at caring for a boy, I wouldn’t know even where to start. I have serious commitment issues…» 

For a fleeting moment, his mind flew to Rowan: he was the only guy he had ever thought he could really take care of; Rowan was too old to really be anyone’s ‘boy’, but there was a moment when Barry took seriously the idea of taking Rowan as his boy, and he was about to ask him… when Rowan came back with Gerry, his new ‘Daddy’. Again, it was too late. Rowan was so happy with Gerry that Barry couldn’t do anything but be happy for him, gulp down his sorrow and go on with his life.

Rowan was the only guy who made him feel like that, the only one who could bring out his protective, fatherly instinct.

«No, wait, it happened again!» – Barry thought, almost surprised to have forgotten – «Wade! The lovely, brave, young Wade…»

There was a reason why Wade had slipped out of Barry’s mind: he was his young cellmate, when he was last convicted; and like he said to Max, less than an hour ago, those were painful memories that he just wanted to forget. Barry wanted to forget the humiliation he accepted to be subjected to, when he let Jorge brutally fuck him in order to save Wade from a terrible fate [4].

And yet, despite the shame he was feeling remembering those ugly moments, a tender smile spread on Barry’s face, because he did it for Wade, and that was the best thing he’d ever done in his own life. 

Beside Rowan, only with Wade Barry felt so protective, to the point of giving up to what he most cared of, his own dominant masculinity, in order to save the young guy. Only with Wade he felt… ready to have his own boy. After all, though being straight, Wade had shown a vivid interest for experimenting ‘something gay’ with Barry, and even gave him his virginity: that was a memory that Barry definitely cherished. But Wade had his life to live, a pregnant girl to marry…

«I did the right thing, letting him go…» – Barry thought, trying unsuccessfully to cheer himself up; he tried to visualize Wade in his new home in Montana, raising his family with the girl he loved, and thought again: «I did the right thing…» 

The hurried drivers behind him kept honking at him, while he crawled along Main Street toward the Cove, but Barry didn’t even hear them. Probably for the first time in his life he was looking inside himself, and he didn’t like what he was seeing.

«What the fuck is wrong with me…» – he though ruefully – «Why am I so scared of having a serious relationship with anyone, boy or man? I love everyone, but in the end I don’t really love anyone… Kale, Beau, Alex, and even Gerry!»

Though in a confused way, Barry was realizing that his relationships with his buddies were solid, but never beyond the limits of a strong bromance. «I’m not the kind of guy who ties the knot with someone…» – Barry reckoned; but he was lying to himself, because there was one guy who had a very special place in his heart: Kale! The handsome Hawaiian was almost his opposite: submissive, accomplished, cerebral, they had nothing in common; but they were complementary to each other, an almost perfect match.

«I could never love Kale the way Beau loves him…» – Barry thought, dismissing the fleeting, impossible idea to strengthen his bond with Kale – «Things are perfect the way they are now, why should I change them?»

Barry arrived at the Cove and parked the car in front of the familiar wooden house, cut the engine and stood there for a moment, in silence, barely watching the long line of car finally overcoming him, and ignoring the angry gestures of the exasperated drivers.

«No, there’s no need to change anything…» – Barry thought again, getting off the truck and heading to the main door – «This is my life and I love it. I would be a fool to change it in any way…»

 

Entering the Cove, Barry felt again himself, strong and self-confident, and wiped off from his mind those weird thoughts about changing the way he lived his life.

But Barry’s life was about to change nevertheless…

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