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, 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.
Laniakea is adamant in being a strictly 'top' guy, but when he talks about that with Barry, the sexy worker widens... Laniakea's perspectives.
After pondering it a lot, Beau proposes to Kale: the news about the surprising marriage makes happy everyone... but Barry, who gets unexpectedly tense and thoughtful. After few days, the two lovebirds get married at Maison de la Motte, with a romantic, and somewhat hilarious ceremony, and then fly on honeymoon to France.
While they're away, at the Cove things go downhill, when Barry reacts badly and the men gang up against him.

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Synopsys

Barry reacts badly to the ostracism held by the Cove against him, and the men take some very drastic measures. But the boys will relieve Barry's pain... five times in a row!

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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 21-30 (PDF with bookmarks)
~ Book 04: Chapters 31-32 (PDF with bookmarks)

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≈ CHAPTER 32 – PLEASURABLE RESTRAINTS ≈

 

~ Barry is ostracized ~

Barry knew, deep inside, he was wrong. He got angry with Stewart for no apparent reason, and then carelessly hit Rick, making him fall bad to the floor. The boy, apparently, had forgiven him, sending him a short text reading ‘I love you, sir’. But the men weren’t as sensible as Rick: they ganged up on him, cutting him away from the Cove’s everyday life. No one talked to him, they didn’t even look at him when they met in the common rooms, and he wasn’t allowed to even sit at the dining table with the other guys.

Being a man of action, Barry’s main concern was to find a way to live at the Cove under those harsh conditions; but his inability to look deep inside himself made him overlook the most important thing: try and understand the reasons of his distress and his anger.

After all, digging into people’s soul had always been Kale’s expertise. But Kale wasn’t there.

«He’s on his fuckin’ honeymoon with Beau!» – Barry grumbled inwardly – «The two lovebirds are enjoying their fuckin’ vacation on the French Riviera! And all the while, the men here act like children, refusing to even talk to me… Where are we, at the fuckin’ kindergarten??»

Hissing swear words, he got off the bed, where he’d tried unsuccessfully for the whole night to have some sleep. He stubbornly ignored his cock, painfully hard because of the forced abstinence (the ostracism meant no sex with him, too…) and threw himself under the shower.

When he was ready, he went downstairs and strode across the living room, ignoring Alex and Wahkan chatting there after breakfast. Barry didn’t even try to go to the dining room to have breakfast, as he knew that there was no place set for him at the dining table, and he didn’t want to beg from the kitchen boys for some food.

He let out an audible growl and headed to the main door, to go to work.

When the men, inside, heard the screeching tires of Barry’s truck, they exchanged a worried look. Alex’s tone was almost pleading when he asked to Wahkan: “Is it going to last much longer?”

“As long as it will be necessary” – Wahkan replied, seriously – “For his own good, and ours, he has to learn how to restrain the anger that harbors in his soul. You have to be strong.”

As a matter of fact, none of the men and boys of the Cove liked what was going on against Barry, but Alex was possibly Barry’s closest friend, there was a great complicity between them, and the situation was hard for Alex to bear.

His inner turmoil was not overlooked by Wahkan, who could easily look into other people’s soul. “I know it’s hard, Alex, but we must hold on to each other. We must act as one. The Cove itself would be at stake, if we don’t remain united.”

“The Cove…” – Alex replied, sullenly, glancing around the room – “This is not what the Cove is supposed to be. I don’t see much of the Cove here.”

 

~ Extreme measures ~

The work day, for Barry, was just horrible: anything could go wrong did go wrong. Of course, in part it was due to Barry’s lack of concentration on the job, but Barry didn’t even think to blame himself: in his eyes, it was just a matter of bad luck and incompetence of the workers under him.

When the work shift ended, he took his truck and drove home so carelessly that he was about to run over a pedestrian on the crosswalk. “Fuck you, moron! Move your ass!!” – Barry yelled, impatiently waiting for the man to cross the street, and then drove flat out to the Cove. He parked with one wheel on the sidewalk and strode to the main door like a hurricane.

The living room was deserted and he headed to his room. «They’d better not piss me off…!» – he thought angrily while stomping his feet on the stairs to the first floor. Getting on the first floor landing, he bumped into Gerry rushing downstairs. “Fuck you, grandpa! Watch your step!” – Barry yelled, and Gerry, at first, tried hard to restrain himself and not say anything, but Barry gave him a shove, almost looking for a fight.

Unfortunately for Barry, he’d chosen the wrong person to have a fight with. Gerry’s face became a mask of anger and he shot a punch as fast as a lightning to Barry’s face.

“You’ll regret it!” – Barry shouted, and started a no-hold-barred brawl with Gerry; they traded punches, grabbed each other by the throat and crashed on the walls and the balustrade, each one doing his best to overcome the opponent.

While fighting, they bodily hit Barry’s door, that crashed open, and they fell to the floor into his room. They rolled on the floor like madmen, yelling and shooting punches at each other’s faces, chests and stomachs. It was not the first time Gerry and Barry had a fight, and they both knew that they were equally strong; but Barry was too angry to think straight, while Gerry resorted to his long experience on the streets and in the long run he had the better over Barry: “Motherfucker!” – he yelled to Barry, shoving him to the floor and pinning him down – “If you attack a biker like me, you don’t get away with it!”

Gerry was in a position of superiority, straddling Barry, and hit Barry on his face over and over; Barry did his best to protect himself, but Gerry’s fury was too much even for him, and he quickly succumbed to the barrage of punches and passed out.

When he came to, he found himself sprawled on his own bed; he groaned and tried to move, but he couldn’t: his wrists were tied to the headboard, over his head, and his legs were kept apart, tied to different sides of the bed frame.

And he was stripped to his underwear.

Barry looked up at Gerry, towering over him with a menacing expression. “What are you going to do to me, man? Why did you take away my clothes?”

“I’m not going to do anything you hope” – Gerry replied coldly, pointing his chin to Barry’s obvious erection restrained into his briefs – “I took your clothes off as an undeserved gesture of kindness: they were dirty and wet from work. You will stay tied up this way until you learn to manage your anger. And it won’t happen anytime soon: Stewart was right, you are a loaded gun, you are dangerous! Whatever is crossing your mind, this is not the way to behave. Consider yourself grounded until further notice, boy!”

Barry squirmed hearing Gerry calling him ‘boy’, as it sounded like Gerry was talking to a kid throwing a tantrum, and it hurt his manly pride; he tried to get free and when he couldn’t, he disdainfully spat at Gerry.

“Fuck you!” – Gerry yelled, furious – “I’m going to teach you some manners!”

Luckily for Barry, in that moment the door crashed open and all the men and boys flocked in the room, gasping for the surprise of seeing Barry restrained on the bed that way. The bruises on both men’s faces and torsos were an eloquent explanation of what had just happened.

“I understand that you two had a brawl” – Alex said to Gerry, alarmed – “but isn’t this a bit too extreme?”

“Yesterday he argued with Stewart and hurt Rick” – Gerry replied with a tone that didn’t allow contradiction – “and today he attacked me without any reason! What if it was one of our boys, instead of me? Should we patiently wait without doing anything until he will send someone to the hospital?”

“I will send you to the hospital, as soon as I get free!” – Barry yelled to Gerry, furious for the humiliation he inflicted him.

“The situation is going out of control” – Wahkan said gravely – “We must find a solution. Let’s all go downstairs to talk.”

Everybody moved out and the door was closed. Barry, now alone, struggled on the bed, trying to get free, to no avail: Gerry had done a damn good job with the knots. He felt his face and his chest on fire for the bruises he got while fighting, but there was nothing to do about that, either. He could do nothing but lay on the mattress and look at the ceiling.

 

~ Undeserved kindness ~

Slowly, his anger faded away, and he felt again like shit: after all, Gerry didn’t deserve to be attacked that way. «What is happening to me, am I going crazy?» – Barry thought, shaking his head – «These are my buddies and their boys, I love them all, but lately all I can do is hurt them…»

He stood there for a while, mumbling about himself without shedding any light on what was agitating his mind, until his tangled thoughts where interrupted by the door slowly opening. He saw Brennan peeking in, almost afraid to be attacked by Barry, and when he saw that the brawny worker was still tied to the bed, he cautiously entered the room and closed the door.

“Kid, please, don’t look at me with that scared expression, it breaks my heart…” – Barry said in a low voice – “And I don’t want you to get in trouble with the men, breaking the ostracism. Thank you for coming and check on me, but now you’d better go.”

Brennan had brought with him a bottle of disinfectant and some sterile gauze. “I’m Beau’s boy, and he’s not here to stop me” – the boy said resolutely, and then his tone softened – “And anyway, I can’t leave you this way, sir. Let me at least clean your bruises…”

Barry flashed a tired smile and nodded. Brennan got on the bed and gently wiped the traces of the fight from Barry’s face and torso; and all the while Barry felt like shit, because he knew he didn’t deserve such a kindness. Then Brennan took some soothing cream and spread it on the bruises; Barry noticed that the boy’s hands lingered a bit too long on his chest, and often caressed parts of his torso that didn’t need any care whatsoever, and felt a rush of affection for the caring boy.

Brennan, on the other hand, had noticed since he first entered the room Barry’s obvious stiff bulge, barely contained into his briefs, and couldn’t decide whether to ‘soothe Barry’s pain’ like he did with the bruises or not. In the end, he decided against it and with an audible sigh he got off the bed: “I’d better go now, sir. If you need… ehm… anything, just tell me.”

“You’ve already done more than I deserve, kid, and I thank you. You’re such a lovely young man, Brennan. Now go. I guess that the men will soon untie me; in the meantime, I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

Brennan went away, half an hour went by, and still no one came to untie him. When at long last the door opened, Barry hoped to see one of the men, but it was Rick: “Sir… I’ve brought you something to eat” – he said cautiously – “You must be hungry, as it’s past dinner time. Since you are in an… uncomfortable position, I prepared a sandwich, so you can eat it more easily.”

Rick got closer to the bed and couldn’t help but shooting a glance at Barry’s massive cock making a tent into his underwear, but he quickly averted his gaze.

“Don’t mind it, it’s been like that for hours” – Barry said with half a smile – “I wish I could have a switch to turn it off. Thank you for the sandwich, kid, but, I’m afraid my hands are a bit too tied to eat it.”

“I will help you, sir, if you don’t mind…”

Rick sat on the bed and helped Barry eat the sandwich, bite by bite, patiently waiting for him to swallow before offering him another bite. When done, he got off the bed and looked down at Barry with sorry eyes: “The men are still talking downstairs, sir; I hope that they set you free soon. No matter what you’ve done, this is… unjust, sir.”

“You’re a special guy, you know that, kid? This is not unjust, I deserved it. Thank you for being so caring with me, Rick. Now go, before Stewart gets angry.”

“Good night sir” – Rick replied, and off he was.

 

~ The ‘Lair’ ~

Downstairs, the men, after discussing extensively the situation, couldn’t come to a unanimous decision. Wahkan wanted Barry to learn some self-control and proposed to keep him restrained until morning; Alex tried to convince the others to set him free immediately, but he was outvoted by Gerry and Stewart, who were still angry with Barry. Jorell didn’t say a word for the entire discussion, as he was torn apart between the need to protect his boy LaShawn and stop Barry’s humiliation as soon as possible.

“If it was for me” – Gerry said angrily at the end of the meeting – “I’d keep him tied up until next week. But he has to go to work tomorrow morning, and we can’t cause any trouble to him regarding his job. Early in the morning, before breakfast, we’ll set him free. OK?”

All the men stood up and exchanged sad goodnights, heading to their rooms, and soon the house was dark and silent.

But there was one room that wasn’t dark and silent: the old cloakroom in the entrance hall, that the boys had renamed ‘the lair’ and elected as their not-so-secret headquarter.

“No matter what Barry has done…” – Rick whispered, in the conspiratorial tone they all used when talking in the ‘lair’ – “…I think this is too a harsh punishment. Barry is such a fierce man, and being restrained that way must be so humiliating for him!”

“I feel for him, too” – LaShawn agreed – “and I wonder what’s happening to Barry these days. He’s always angry, surly, and he often loses control. He’s always been a… passionate man, but never this violent!”

“He should get a grip” – Chayton intervened – “before he crosses too many boundaries, like he did these last days. Emotions are important, but a man must restrain them and never let them take control of his actions.”

“I think it all started when Beau and Kale went on honeymoon” – Rowan suggested – “Have you noticed how distressed he looked when he came back from the airport?”

“I think it all started even earlier…” – objected Brennan, lightly blushing – “When I went up to his room, despite being badly battered, he had a roaring erection in his underpants. Kale and Beau abstained from sex in the last week, and all Barry could get since the marriage was announced was LaShawn’s ass, at the bachelor party…”

“Now that you make me think of it” – LaShawn gasped – “he did a weird thing, that night: when he saw Kale and Beau go upstairs, he slowed down and then pulled out, as if he’d lost the… uhm… inspiration. I wanted to tell him something, but you know, it’s hard to talk when you have your throat stretched by Alex’s massive cock…”

The boys giggled and Charlie, who was Alex’s boy and knew well what they were talking about, said: “So, apparently Barry didn’t get off for more than a week! That’s why he’s so tense and angry!”

Rowan cleared his throat, a little embarrassed, and revealed: “I sucked him off, yesterday night”.

“You did??” – the boys exclaimed, surprised, because they knew that the relationship between Barry and Rowan had always been quite unpredictable, to say the least.

“Yes, and he came hard, but I think it wasn’t enough for him… Maybe I’m not as good as Charlie, or he just accumulated too much tension, I don’t know, but I had the clear perception he wanted to go on, and maybe fuck me, but he didn’t ask and I didn’t offer him…”

Brennan stood up and flashed an almost hilariously dramatic glance around him: “We can’t leave him suffering this way, we must soothe his pain! I say we should go upstairs to his room and… help him in any possible way, as many times as he need to. We are seven, I guess we are enough to… well… drain him until he’s fully satisfied.”

“Count me out, I’ve already done what I could, but I agree you should go to him” – Rowan said, and Laniakea, who still felt uncomfortable with the idea of giving his ass to anyone, and with having sex with a restrained man, added with an uncertain smile: “I’m not coming, either. You don’t need me, anyway: from what I heard, you five are enough to drain any man!”

Giggling, Charlie took the lead and said “OK, let’s do it!”, and silently the five boys left the ‘lair’ and cautiously moved upstairs. They exchanged a questioning glance in front of Barry’s door, and when they all silently nodded, Charlie opened the door.

 

~ More extreme measures ~

“Kids! What are you doing here, this late in the night?” – Barry said under his breath when he saw the boys flocking around his bed. He was still tied to the bed, stripped to his underwear, with his arms stretched above his head and his legs forcefully held wide apart by the tight binds. The homoerotic vision of such a powerful man restrained in such a vulnerable position made all the boys instantly hard, and some had to hold back, or they would’ve creamed their pants.

“We couldn’t leave you suffering this way, sir” – Charlie said, sitting on the bed and gently digging his fingers into the thick hair felt that covered Barry’s chest. Barry shook his head: “No kids, you can’t untie me, your men will be upset, and the last thing I want is you having troubles with them.”

“We actually came here to help you… in a different way, sir” – Brennan said timidly, placing his small hand on Barry’s muscular thigh and slowly moving it toward the huge bulge straining the man’s white briefs.

“No, wait… You know the rules of the Cove, kids… I can’t have sex with you without asking permission to your men…”

Chayton got closer and started undressing, under Barry’s eyes: “With the due respect, sir, this is our concern, not yours. Extreme circumstances call for extreme measures, sir. And anyway, you are not to blame, as you are not in the position to stop us.”

“Unless you despite what we are doing, sir” – Rick added, tenderly caressing Barry’s groin. The visible twitch in Barry’s briefs answered on his behalf.

All the boys started undressing, and Brennan lay down between Barry’s splayed legs; he dove his face into Barry’s bulge, tightly packed into the briefs, and started kissing it reverently, on the cock head, on the shaft and on the balls. “Fuck, my cock is killing me…” – Barry groaned – “I feel like I’ve been hard for an entire week!”

“Which is probably true” – LaShawn said in a sympathetic tone, trying to pull Barry’s briefs down. But soon he realized that he couldn’t, as Barry’s legs were tied to the bed frame. Chayton took LaShawn’s place and grabbed the waistband of the worn-out briefs with both hands; looking straight at Barry, he gave a big tug and the frail fabric ripped with a loud noise. “Fuck…” – Barry murmured, shooting an admired glance at Chayton – “I never noticed what a young stud you are, kid…”

Chayton held Barry’s gaze and curled his fingers around the man’s cock, feeling it pulse into his palm: “If there’s a manly stud in this room, it’s you, sir, and we’re going to service and worship you as you deserve…”

“As many times as it is necessary…” – Charlie added, opening wide his mouth and lowering it on the now free stiff cock. The moment the wide mushroom head forced open Charlie’s throat muscles and plopped inside, Barry stiffened: “Nnnngghh… Fuck, kid, you’re a wonder of nature… Ahhh… Yeah… Nnngghh… No… no, no! FFFFUUUCCKK!!!”

Barry was so excited and horny, and the boys were so eagerly caressing him all over his body that he couldn’t hold back, and an untimely orgasm exploded into his groin. A powerful shot of cream went straight down Charlie’s throat, and many other ensued. Charlie worked hard Barry’s cock, thrilled to feel it pulsing almost obscenely into his mouth, and gulped down the seemingly endless stream of man juice.

“Damn… I never came this early, so far…” – Barry said, dismayed, when the orgasm subsided – “I’m sorry, kid, for putting an end to this just after beginning it…”

“I wouldn’t say your cock is putting an end to anything, sir…” – LaShawn said with an impish grin, taking Charlie’s place between Barry’s legs – “It’s still hard and throbbing… Now, what if I do this?”

With his last words, LaShawn started stroking slowly Barry’s meat, while checking him for possible signs of discomfort. But he had not to worry about anything, because Barry had almost no refractory period: he was ready to go again few moments after cumming like a race horse. Judging from the man’s moans of pleasure, he was still in a sexual bliss, so LaShawn got down working on the hot meat with his skilled mouth, trained to take even Jorell’s 13-inches shlong.

Barry felt in heaven, feeling LaShawn’s warm mouth around his cock and the boy’s many hands tenderly caressing all his sensitive spots. He was sure that after his first orgasm, this time he would’ve lasted much longer, and at first he bravely resisted the tender onslaught, but when Rick started licking and pinching his nipples and Brennan’s hand sneaked between his legs to massage his plump balls, again he felt himself helplessly fall into the overwhelming pleasure.

“Boys… Boys… You’re making me… Aww… Fuck YEAHHH!!” – Barry screamed, exploding again with such a force that no one would’ve ever believed that he just came few minutes earlier. Brennan felt Barry’s perineum pulse rhythmically under his fingers, and applied an expert pressure in sync with the pulses, making the ejaculation even more powerful.

 

~ Round 3… and 4 ~

When LaShawn recoiled, gulping down the last drops of Barry’s juice, Brennan couldn’t restrain himself anymore, as he was dying to feel that massive cock stretching his ass to its limit. He straddled Barry’s waist but he waited, unsure, as after two massive orgasms Barry must’ve been very sensitive.

“A good… what was the word? Gille-tòine? A good gille-tòine always waits for the man to be ready, uh, kid?” – Barry said with a tender smile – “Well, this man is more than ready, so go for it!”

Barry didn’t feel tired at all, he was still hard and drooling like he didn’t came twice in the last few minutes, but still when Brennan impaled himself on the stiff rod, with one swift move, Barry gasped for air, as his sensitive cock head sent an electric shock through his spine. Brennan pressed his buttocks on Barry’s groin and halted, worried by Barry’s reaction; but the man took a deep breath and urged the boy: “Ride it, kid! Ride it like there was no tomorrow! Make me feel… NNNGGHH!”

The last words died in Barry’s throat the moment Brennan started bouncing up and down on his cock, with long rapid movements. Brennan raised his ass until the massive meat was almost out, and then slammed his velvety buns down, all the way, impaling himself on the huge intruder.

Long were gone the early times when Brennan, almost a virgin, couldn’t stand Charlie’s fuck [1]! Now his trained ass could take Barry’s cock, as thick as a beer can, in stride, giving him a sparkling pleasure. He expertly rocked his hips, giving to Barry a maddening sensation, and leaned backwards to let the stiff rod crash over his own prostate at each thrust.

Barry felt his balls tightening around his cock and looked at Brennan’s stiff dick bouncing up and down, straining to get some pleasure. “Kid… I wish my hands weren’t tied, so I could take care of your throbbing stick…”

“No need, sir…” – Brennan gasped, throwing back his head in the ecstasy of his climax – “I… I… Ohhh… OOOHHH!!!!”

A powerful plume of boyish juice shot from his stiff dick and landed on Barry’s face. Brennan gasped, as he didn’t want to disrespect Barry, but he just couldn’t stop cumming like a fire hose: “I’m sorry sir… I can’t… NNNGGHH!! I can’t…”

Despite the conflicting emotions and sensations he was feeling, Brennan’s hips didn’t stop bouncing madly on Barry’s rod, and soon the man held his breath and his cock erupted a torrent of man cream for the third time, filling Brennan’s chute to the brim.

When they both came down from the sexual high, Brennan shot a concerned glance at Barry: “I’m mortified, sir, it wasn’t my intention to spray my semen all over your face…”

Barry smiled widely: “Even in this situation, you make everything sound so classy and elegant! There’s nothing to worry about, kid, you were so sexy while shooting like a cannon! But there’s a drop of sperm sliding into my eye, can you please clean it?”

“Let me, sir…” – Chayton said, respectfully, and lowered his head to Barry’s, to lick away the drop, and then he went on, suckling and swallowing all of Brennan’s jizz, until Barry’s face and torso were clean. When he recoiled, Barry watched Chayton taking Brennan’s place astride his waist and thought that the boy wanted to ride him like Brennan; but Chayton stood upright, on his knees, slowly stroking his own cock.

“Drinking a man’s essence is something serious in my culture, as it creates a bond between the men. I’m already bound to Brennan, as I drank his essence, and I hope you’re willing to create such a bond with me, sir…”

“You mean… I should suck you off?” – Barry asked, uneasy. Tied up as he was, he wouldn’t be able to stop Chayton if the boy shoved his dick into his mouth. But Chayton, as if he was reading his thoughts, reassured him: “I won’t ever force myself on you, sir” – he said with strained voice, clearly on the verge of his climax – “I’m offering you myself, my very essence, as a gift, if you want to accept it…”

Barry looked up at the young stud, so confident and manly, and had no doubts: “I’d be honored…” – he said, and opened his mouth wide. The first shot of warm seed hit the back of Barry’s throat, but he didn’t close his mouth to gulp it down; instead, he kept his mouth wide open, without ever averting his gaze from Chayton, until he stopped spasming and the last drop of his juice fell on his tongue. Only then Barry closed his mouth and swallowed, and indeed he felt a strong connection with Chayton, who wanted to share with him that intense moment.

 

~ Fifth time’s a charm ~

When Chayton moved away, he noticed that Barry was still hard and shot a meaningful glance at Rick: apparently, their task was not fulfilled, yet. Rick briefly pondered what could please Barry most: hand, mouth, ass; and it took him half a second to decide that Barry was without any doubt an ass-fucker. With a lustful smile, he took position over Barry’s cock, and the man nodded, to acknowledge Rick’s wise choice.

The boy didn’t impale himself on the thick cock like Brennan, he moved slowly down, gently taking Barry’s manhood inside his chute; Barry’s eye widened when he realized that Rick had thoroughly lubricated his hole, instinctively knowing that it was no time for rough sex, but rather for tender love.

“Kid… kid, you’re wonderful” – Barry murmured, closing his eyes to better savor the exquisite sensation – “Make love to my cock, kid, yeah… this way…”

Rick did his best to give a five-star service to the man, speeding up and slowing down, rocking and rotating his hips, raising his ass to massage the engorged glans with his tight anal ring. The boy was trying to keep control of their love-making, but the massive meat was stretching him wide, stimulating him from inside in an irresistible way.

He paced up his ride, trying to make Barry cum, but after four orgasms Barry was nowhere near getting off again. The thick cock rhythmically crashed on Rick’s prostate, and soon he couldn’t hold back any more: “Sir… I’m fit to burst… Nnngghh… Aww fuck…! AAAARRGHH!!”

Rick’s dick throbbed hard and shot white plumes like an automatic gun, turning Barry’s hairy chest into a sticky mess. Rick gasped for air and felt like he was about to faint, but his hips didn’t miss a beat, and went on pounding relentlessly on Barry’s stiff rod.

But Rick wasn’t like Barry: he did have a refractory period, and after cumming his entire body was oversensitive; while the last drops of sperm dribbled out of his dick, Rick suddenly felt his sheer pleasure turn into a barely bearable discomfort.

“Sir… Oh, sir…!” – the boy blubbered, throwing his head back, while still his hips kept bouncing on Barry’s groin. No matter what, he wanted to give Barry all the pleasure he could give him. Selflessly, generously, Rick went on riding the monster cock, trying hard to stifle his hisses of discomfort.

Seeing Rick giving everything to him, at the cost of ruining the lingering pleasure of his own recent orgasm, was incredibly erotic for Barry, and fueled his libido: “Fuck, kid… You’re so sexy… So fuckin’ sexy… I’m almost there… I’m close… so close… FFFFUUUCCKK!!!!”

Barry’s cock grew even thicker and flooded Rick’s ass with a hot stream of man juice, shot after powerful shot, and Rick didn’t stop his hips a single moment, and even tightened his ass muscles to milk Barry’s cock as much as he could. All the boys looked in total awe at Barry, who was shooting gallons of seed for the fifth time that night without even being able to move his restrained body.

When the contractions in Barry’s groin ended, the man looked up at Rick and murmured: “Thank you, kid. You’ve been wonderful. Truly wonderful. You all have been wonderful” – he then added in a louder voice, looking at the boys around his bed – “You gave me so much tonight, much more than your youthful juice and passion. I’ve been such an asshole these last days, and you repaid my stubborn anger making me feel… loved, sincerely, unreservedly. I really don’t deserve it…”

Chayton sat on the bed and looked at Barry intensely, and for a moment Barry saw on the boy’s face Wahkan’s ageless wisdom. “You help a friend on his feet the moment he falls, not when he can stand up by himself”.

“And that’s why I’m going to do this…” – Rick added, reaching out to the knots tying Barry’s arms and undoing them. His example was joyfully followed by the other boys, who immediately untied Barry’s legs and then climbed on the bed, to hug him.

Berry felt a knot in his throat and murmured: “Don’t go away, kids… Stay here for a moment… Just a moment…”

And that moment lasted until the rising sun cast his rays through the windows.

 

~ Surprise, surprise ~

Early in the morning, before breakfast, the men met as planned in the living room, and then moved upstairs to go and set Barry free. They entered Barry’s room without knocking (no one ever used to knock on Barry’s door…) and they opened their eyes wide for the unexpected situation. Barry was lying on his bed, untied, sleeping like a child, with a contented smile on his face, and all the boys were sleeping with him and on him, in a tangled web of limbs, hands and bodies.

The air smelled of sex, great, glorious sex! And the obvious streaks of sperm on the bed and on the boys, not to mention Barry himself, left no doubt about what had happened in that room during the night.

“What the hell is going on here?” – Stewart said in a harsh tone, and Gerry added: “This was supposed to be a punishment, not an orgy!”

The boys instantly leapt off the bed and looked at the men with a contrite expression. They knew they were in trouble, both for setting Barry free and for making love with him without their men’s permission.

Barry quickly got off the bed and put himself between the boys and the men: “Wait, it was not their fault” – he said anxiously – “Blame me for what happened, the boys have no responsibility, I… I forced them!”

Alex was deeply moved by Barry’s naïve attempt to protect the boys and smiled: “You can be such a moron, sometimes, and then, out of the blue, you are the most caring man in the world. There’s no need to protect the boys, we’re not angry with them, right, Stewart? Wahkan?”

“Of course we’re not angry with them” – Wahkan promptly replied – “They should be angry with us, actually. We all lost our way for a moment, but the boys brought us back on the right path.”

Stewart was the only one who still was wearing an angry expression, but listening to Wahkan’s words he realized they all had overreacted; he looked at Rick, who didn’t dare to raise his gaze from the floor and said in a warm voice: “Come here, Ricky Boy…”, and instantly the boy smiled wide and threw himself into Stewart’s arms. “You didn’t do anything wrong, kid” – the airman murmured into Rick’s ear – “Actually, you have done all the right things, the things that we men should’ve done ourselves since the beginning…”

“You mean servicing and worshipping me?” – Barry giggled – “Making me cum five times in a row?”

“Five times??” – Gerry exclaimed – “Fuck, I want to be tied on that bed, too!”

They all burst in loud laughter, and exchanged hugs and friendly glances. Thanks to the boys, the peace was restored at the Cove.

Apparently, at least…

One by one, men and boys flocked out of Barry’s room. When alone, Barry’s smile faded on his face; physically, the wild night of sex had been a blessing for him, and he felt pleasantly mellow and drained. But the dark whirls agitating his soul had not been dispelled. If ever, they got even worse.

 

Barry sat on the bed and took his face into his hands, unable to understand what he was feeling; all he knew was that something had changed for him, and the sheer, selfless love the boys had poured on him that night only made more evident the uneasiness that had been lingering in his mind for days.

«This is not my place… Not anymore…» – Barry thought ruefully, and then, with an audible sigh, he soldiered on and headed to the shower.

 

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