Rowan's Journey to Manhood

In the previous chapters…

Rowan, a pale guy with many sexual inhibitions due to the abuse he suffered in the past, embarks in a long journey to a mature sexuality, helped by the men and boys living in a big house named “The Cove”. Charlie, a 19 y.o. playful boy, teaches him the joyful side of sex. Barry, an oversexed worker who looks alike Rowan’s abusive stepfather, scares him. During a dramatic night, Rowan reveals to Kale, an Hawaiian school counselor, his past and then they make love. Beau, the blond leader of the Cove, experiments Rowan’s ‘power’ to block a man’s ejaculation until he begs to cum. Hendrick, the house young cook, lets Rowan discover how sweet and pleasurable can be anal sex when, after many years, the guy yields his ass to the redheaded boy. The wise Native American Wahkan teaches to Rowan how to trust another man. Hendrick has a furious argument with his master Stewart and decides to leave the Cove; but Kale convinces him to stay. The man and the boys of the Cove talk about Rowan and think he seems to come from another century. Wahkan allows his boy Chayton to assert his manliness by yielding him his virgin ass. Rowan discovers the pleasure of submission during a hot bondage session with Kale.

Synopsys (*** Spoiler Alert! ***)

Rick, Charlie and Beau are struggling, for different reasons. Rick has some scars in his soul, coming from his former life as a toy-boy, that every now and then hurt again. He talks with Rowan, hoping for advice. Charlie thinks he’s not the right boy for Alex because his sexual life is too plain; Wahkan understands the boy’s struggles and warns Alex. Beau is extremely anxious for his upcoming charity event and Wahkan does to him one of his… magic. Alex, Kale and Barry team up to help Charlie... but end up doing something totally different!

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 ≈ INTIMATE STRUGGLES ≈ 

~ Memories from the past ~

Rick went up to the first floor, still thinking to what Rowan had told him. To exorcise his demons – his friend suggested – he had to re-enact the traumatic events he had lived once, but this time with someone who he trusted and loved.

«But first things first…» – the young chef thought, resolutely, while heading to the kitchen – «…there’s a lunch to prepare, and also Beau’s mid-morning snack!»

He quickly took some vegetables from the fridge and started peeling and cutting them. While his hands worked on autopilot, his mind went back to his former life, when he was working as a sort of toy-boy for some older rich man who paid him to… liven up their parties.

He always stated clear that the guest could only touch him, take away his clothes and even masturbate him, but nothing more than that, no actual sex. And it worked fine, at the beginning, though it was utterly humiliating being manhandled by a bunch of grown-up men, who liked to strip him naked, grope unceremoniously his most private parts, painfully twist and pinch his tits and viciously masturbate him, forcing him to cum, often more than once [1].

That was the worst part, when they enjoyed inflicting him a post-orgasm torture, rejoicing his pleads to stop, while they relentlessly kept stimulating his writhing body, oversensitive for the recent orgasm. But he could stand it. He had to, if he wanted to pay the modest rent of the run-down studio he lived in.

But then, during one of those wild parties, some guests got drunk and molested him more viciously than ever, forcing him to cum twice, laughing loud at his pleads to stop that torture. But his suffering wasn’t enough to satisfy those men’s lust, and they took him bodily, brought him to a bedroom and threw him on a bed.

He tried to stop them, to tell them he didn’t want to go any further, but they were five buff horny men, and he was just… a toy-boy. They hurt him, but the physical pain was nothing, compared to the stinging shame and the utter degradation he felt. After all, he was a boy for rent, he brought it on himself …

“No!” – Rick yelled to himself in the empty kitchen, holding the knife in his trembling hand. “It wasn’t my fault!”. But he couldn’t convince himself. That shame and that sense of degradation still stung painfully his soul.

«I have to do something about it» – he thought – «Maybe Rowan is right, maybe I can exorcise my demons…».

«But how?» – he wondered, resuming his cooking.

~ Charlie’s inner pain ~

Meanwhile, in another empty room, the houseboy Charlie was tidying up and cleaning, as usual. His hands, too, were working on autopilot, while his mind was… elsewhere.

The hot bondage session he had that morning with Rowan, Kale and Beau had excited him a lot. He felt powerful when, following Beau’s instructions, he brought Rowan to a shaking orgasm, and then to a second wilder one. The memory of the guy writhing, bucking and shouting for the overwhelming sensations - may they be the delicious torture or the shattering orgasms - was vividly etched in his mind.

«He was really wasted, after I finished with him» – the boy thought, smiling to himself. But soon he frowned, feeling a bit envious of him. «It must be something, to feel such a powerful climax, such rip-roaring sensations…» – he thought, realizing that, thinking of it, he had never experienced something like that.

He thought about his man, his master, Alex: what a specimen of manhood! He was the strongest, bulkiest and beefiest men in the Cove for sure! But… when Alex and Charlie made love, the boy never felt swept away like Rowan and Kale did earlier.

As a matter of fact, Charlie thought, Alex mostly wanted his boy to suck his cock. Sure enough, Charlie was a champion in that department, and Rowan had showed him that, after all, even oral sex could be a form of mutual love, but he never had with Alex such a deep connection, like he had once with Rowan.

«And why does Alex so rarely fuck me in the ass?» – the boy wondered, pensively, trying to ignore the doubt that lingered at the bottom of his mind since he became Alex’ boy. «Truth is, I’m not a good fuck…» – he admitted to himself – «I’m too skinny, too short, too… childish!».

«I’m no good for him…» – Charlie concluded, sniffing sadly and drying his teary eyes – «I wonder why he chose me as his boy, to begin with…».

In such a gloomy mood, the houseboy finished cleaning Kale’s suite and moved to Wahkan’s. All the men knew that in the morning he had to clean all the rooms, and usually they went downstairs or out; therefore, when Charlie opened Wahkan’s door without knocking, he didn’t expect to find the wise Sioux there.

The boy gasped, looking at the man sitting on the side of the bed, bare-chested, and quickly tried to fake a more lively expression, but he couldn’t hide to Wahkan’s insightful eyes his inner pain.

“Oh, I’m sorry sir! I should have knocked…” – the boy stuttered, embarrassed. “No, it’s fine, young man” – the Sioux replied, frowning – “Come here, we rarely have a talk”. Charlie stood in front of him and he didn’t stand up, so to not intimidate the boy.

~ A silent chat ~

He made a little chit-chat with the boy, but he wasn’t actually interested in what Charlie was telling him: he was sensing that what the boy was not telling him  was more important and urgent.

At first he glanced to the boy’s eyes briefly, asking something or answering to a question, and then he looked deeper and deeper into his eyes.

“Now tell me, young man…” – Wahkan said with a kind tone, standing up and keeping his eyes locked into Charlie’s – “Is there something that troubles your heart?”.  Charlie couldn’t tear his gaze off of the Sioux. “Er… Well… No, sir…” – he lied with his mouth, while his own eyes revealed to the wise man his pain, his doubts and fears. His deep-rooted love for his master Alex, the fear of being inadequate for him, the doubt if he would ever feel the shattering, mind-blowing sensations Rowan felt that morning… All this, and even more, was revealed in a flash to Wahkan’s inquisitive eyes.

“I see…” – Wahkan said, pensively. He wanted to talk to the boy about his problems, show him his support, but it would be inappropriate to intrude into his relationship with his master, or ask the boy to criticize him.

He paused, and then slowly sneaked his hands under the boy’s T-shirt, placing his open palms to the boy’s chest; his big hands covered almost entirely Charlie’s pecs. Charlie was puzzled: was the Sioux asking for sex or something? “You too” – Wahkan kindly said, and Charlie complied, placing his small hands over the vast expanse of the man’s chest.

The boy was suddenly captured, sucked into the man’s deep, ancient eyes. He felt protected, loved, understood. Those eyes were giving him a comforting hug, a shoulder to cry over, an ear to whisper his secrets to. He stood silent, open-mouthed, looking at those deep brown eyes for what seemed an eternity. He felt under his hands Wahkan’s thumping heart, and his own heart pounded in unison.

After a minute (what seemed an eternity to the boy was actually no more than a minute), The Sioux pulled his hands away and stepped back with an affectionate smile. “It’s been a pleasure chatting with you, young man” – he said, as if nothing had happened – “Now I’d better go downstairs and let you do your job”. He went out and closed the door behind him, leaving a puzzled Charlie in the empty room.

«What’s just happened?» – the boy wondered, uncertain, double checking in his memory what he and Wahkan had said. It was an innocent, idle chat, nothing more, but still… He looked around, noticing that he had unknowingly dropped on the ground, during his “chat”, the cleanser and the cloth he held in his hands. He still had his doubts about Alex and himself, he still felt his fears stinging his heart, but somehow, for reasons that he couldn’t understand, he knew that everything would be fine. His problems, one way or the other, would be solved.

«But how?» – he wondered, starting to clean the room.

~ An anxious god ~

Wahkan went down to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and found Rick very busy, apparently preparing two meals at once. Pots and pans were smoking on the stove and a large tray with snacks, orange juice and coffee was ready on the small kitchen table.

“Oh! Good morning, sir!” – the chef said to the Sioux, realizing too late he was silently standing near the table – “I’m sorry, I was so busy I didn’t hear you coming in. May I help you, sir?”

“It seems that I should ask you that question: may I help you, young man?”

Rick raised his eyes from the stove and turned around, staring at the wise man, who was staring back at him. He couldn’t understand if he was talking of his problems with the food or… with his intimate struggles! As if the words were coming out by themselves, the boy replied: “I think I already got the help I needed from Rowan…”

Wahkan smiled. “Good. So, I could maybe help you with your kitchen duties?”. A conversation with Wahkan was always a bit surreal, as the line between what was spoken and what remained unspoken always tended to blur in a dazzling way. Rick instinctively glanced at the tray, waiting to be brought up to Beau’s attic, but said: “No, thank you sir, you’re very kind but really…”

“Sure, no problem, son. I’ll take the chance to have a coffee with Beau, it doesn’t happen frequently”. The man took the heavy tray and headed to the double swing door leading to the dining room. Rick stood for a moment, a bit dazed, feeling like words were useless with Wahkan; and then he rushed back to the stove, just in time to save his soup from burning.

Wahkan climbed the many steps up to the attic and opened the door with his elbow, since his hands were too busy holding the large tray. Beau turned to the door, surprised to hear someone entering without bothering to knock, and even more surprised to see the ageless Sioux holding the heavy tray.

He rushed to take the tray from his buddy’s hands, embarrassed: “I’m sorry you had to bring up my snack! Hendrick shouldn’t have asked you!”.  “He didn’t ask me, don’t be angry with that lovely boy” – Wahkan replied with a sincere smile – “I almost stole the tray from under his hands. He’s probably still there wondering what happened”.

Both men laughed cheerfully, but Beau’s laughter didn’t convince the Sioux completely. He poured some orange juice in a glass and offered it to Beau, then filled a cup of coffee for himself. Beau was actually thinking that he was already too nervous to take a coffee and for a moment he was surprised to see Wahkan offering him a juice; but by now, Beau had stopped wondering how the man could always guess anyone’s thoughts… if even ‘guess’ was the right word.

They sat on the small dining table on the sunny terrace and stood in silence, sipping their beverages. “Ok, no need to fake with you” – Beau said at once – “You already know my deepest thoughts. I’m a bit anxious for the charity event I have to attend tonight…”

“A bit?” – the wise Sioux asked innocently. “Ok, ok, more than a bit” – Beau conceded, with a concerned grin – “The formal dress, the void chat, the fake smiles… I just can’t stand all this! And I have to make a speech, too! In front of the local TV! I’m frightened, really frightened… This is it! I confessed! The big Beauregard, admired and envied by anyone, is scared shitless. They expect too much from me… Most of them are old enough to remember my father and my mother, but that fondle memory adds to my anxiety: I’m not my father!”

Beau looked plaintively to the ageless Native American, relying on his wisdom: “I need your help Wahkan, can’t you do one of those magic of yours?”

~ Ancient Sioux… magic ~

The Sioux smiled with affection, willingly ignoring Beau’s labeling his ancient knowledge as ‘magic’; he knew that the beautiful blond man, in that moment, wasn’t thinking straight.

“Of course I can do one of my magic. Come inside”. They moved to the bedroom and stood near the bed. “Strip naked” – Wahkan said, concise as usual, while undressing himself. The tension for the upcoming event, the erotic sensation of being naked and the stunning sight of Wahkan’s muscular body made Beau’s skin tingle; he looked down and he saw his own dick rock hard.

The Sioux gently pushed Beau on the bed and took his thick cock with his hand. He slowly pulled down the foreskin, making the swollen glans come out of his velvety lair. “Here comes the magic…” – he said with his deep, mesmerizing voice, and then engulfed Beau’s entire cock with his mouth.

The blond man inhaled sharply, swept away by the delicious sensation of the warm mouth over his cock and the shock of seeing Wahkan, the ever-top alpha man of the Cove, giving him a passionate blow job. He would’ve been even more shocked if he’d knew that it was the very first time for Wahkan to taste a man’s cock.

While his mouth was working earnestly, though inexpertly, on Beau’s hard meat, his hands eagerly explored his body. Beau felt like a hundred hands were titillating all his most sensitive spots at once! Writhing with pleasure, he felt fingers scratching his nipples, massaging his pecs, scraping his abs, cupping his balls, caressing his perineum and sneaking down to his man hole.

“Owww…. Ah! Mmmmhh!” – the blond man moaned, in ecstasy, parting his legs to allow the ubiquitous fingers an easier access to his most intimate recesses, but keeping his eyes tight shut, afraid to open them and see that, after all, Wahkan had only two hands. A strong tongue was dancing on his cock head, rough hands were caressing his inner thighs and a prying finger slowly intruded into his anus, soon joined by a second finger, working their way deep into the tender chute, up to the sensible joy nut.

Beau couldn’t control himself anymore and tossed his head from side to side, moaning loudly. It was like Wahkan could guess what would give to Beau more pleasure in every single moment, and do it without being asked. If he ever could make love to himself that way, it wouldn’t be more pleasurable than that.

“Oui, oui! I’m so close… ça vient!” – he exclaimed, on the very verge of the climax. “Not so fast…” – the Sioux replied, raising his head from the throbbing cock and withdrawing his hundred hands from the writhing body. “Owww… no, no…!” – Beau groaned, feeling his orgasm painfully retracting in his groin. He opened his eyes and raised his head, silently pleading his buddy to finish him off. As if he had spoken aloud, Wahkan replied: “I will, but not now. I have another… magic of mine for you, handsome man”.

With a lustful glance, the Sioux parted Beau’s legs and placed them around his back, and then pushed his cock against the man’s sphincter… but he didn’t break in. He just stood still, with Beau’s legs crossed on his back and his glans titillating the man’s anus.

Beau was trembling with expectation. “Do it, man… Do it!”.  “No, you do it” – Wahkan said, piercing him with his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Beau stiffened his legs and pulled up his own ass, against the rigid pole waiting for it. With a last, strong effort, he pushed his ass all the way onto the hard meat, forcing it inside himself. Then released the pressure and slid his ass down, and then up again, over and over.

The feeling of… fucking himself was delicious, but Beau needed more: “Fuck me, man, push that rod of yours deep into me, force me to surrender to your power!”

Wahkan started moving his hips back and forth, gently at first, and then with increasing power. His cock soon became a real piledriver that penetrated mercilessly the tender hole, forcing open one by one the blond man’s inner defenses. Beau was delirious, and once more pleaded with his eyes the man to finish him, to let him cum.

“Yes, it’s time” – the Sioux said, curling his fist around the man’s throbbing cock and caressing one of his nipple with the other hand. The fuck became frantic, his fist flew over the engorged cock and his finger flicked madly at the man’s tit.

Beau was floating in an ocean of sex, his body was on fire and each breath was a scream of pleasure. “Aaah… aaah… aaah… AAAAGHH!!”. The first shot of sperm was so powerful that hit the headboard, soon followed by countless other shots that landed on the blond god’s face, chest and groin. In the delirium of the endless orgasm, he felt again the many hands squeezing his balls, pinching his pecs, pressing his groin and tickling his abs, driving him crazy. “Aaah… aah… ah…” – his moans slowly trailed off and turned to sighs, while the orgasm finally subsided.

Beau felt devastated, exhausted, drained of all his man juice, his strength… and his anxiety! He felt totally in peace. Wahkan had taken care of him. “Now this is magic!” – Beau panted, smiling – “Sorry pal, I do know your deep knowledge has nothing to do with magic. But still, I felt like you could read deep into my mind, I felt like you were inside me!”

“But I was inside you, my friend…” – Wahkan replied, cleaning his shrinking cock with a soft cloth. The two friends looked at each other and burst into a raucous laughter.

~ Alex gets the heads up ~

A couple hours later, all the men and the boys gathered, as usual, around in the dining room for lunch. There was an eerie atmosphere at the lunch table….

The boys were unusually silent, with Charlie and Hendrick lost in their own thoughts; Beau was silent, too, but the glow radiating from him spoke a million words on his behalf. Kale, with his sensitive antennae, guessed that there was something in the air, and was trying to understand what was going on. And Wahkan just glanced at Charlie and his master Alex, uncertain about what to say… and whether to say it or not.

The only men who were talking, raucously as usual, were Barry, Alex and Stewart, apparently unaware of the tension spreading through the dining table.

When the lunch ended, Wahkan moved to the living room and sat on an armchair; when Alex walked in front of him, heading to his room, the Sioux called him: “Alex, may I have a word with you?”

The guard was quite surprised, as the wise Native American was rarely inclined to chat, and quickly sat near him with a concerned expression. “Hope there are no problems, Wahkan… You are always so serious…”.

“I really shouldn’t talk you about this, Alex, and I ask for your forgiveness in advance if my words can sound offensive, but I’m concerned for Charlie…”

“Charlie??” – Alex exclaimed, jumping on his chair – “Has he done something bad?”

“No, Alex, he didn’t do anything bad… and apparently this is the problem: he feels he never does anything at all. Besides, he didn’t even talk to me about this problem: I just worked it out by myself, so don’t blame him for what I’m going to say now”. Alex nodded, worried.

“Charlie has a big heart, he has a lot to give, he has a lot to live, but somehow he feels that his life is just too… plain. No wild emotions, no wild sex, no wild passion. He thinks you are the best specimen of manhood around, and I could definitely agree on that” – the Sioux said with half a smile on his face – “but he doubts he’s sexy enough for you, since you rarely make love to him”.

“Blow jobs are his specialty” – the ageless man continued – “but they are not enough, he doesn’t get anything from them. You know, this morning he saw Rowan bucking uncontrollably and shouting out of his lungs for the pleasure… and the pain - you understand, Alex, the pain - and he realized he’d never experienced anything like that”.

“Now, Alex, I’m really out of line here, I know” – Wahkan concluded – ”but I sensed that your boy is wondering if your decision to take him as your boy was the right one. He loves you with all his young throbbing heart, and for this very reason he may think that a more muscular, tall and manly boy would be more suitable for you than him”.

Alex was aghast. “I… I’ve never realized Charlie was so unhappy! Shit! What a caveman I am! How can he think I made the wrong choice, I wouldn’t have anyone else as my boy! But tell me, Wahkan, he wasn’t planning to run away, was he?”

“No, man. If he’d ever do, he’d have to leave his heart here with you. And no man or boy could live without his heart…”

The guard winced, as the Sioux’ last words were more painful than a stab in his chest. “You opened my eyes, wise friend” – Alex said gravely – “and I hope… I want you to talk to me like you did right now, if in the future you think I’m doing something wrong to Charlie”.

~ Three-way ~

With a last, meaningful glance, Alex stood up and respectfully nodded to the wise Sioux; then he turned around and slowly climbed upstairs. He had to make amends to Charlie, show him all his love. Because he loved that joyful, good-hearted boy!

Slowly climbing step by step, he frowned: «I have to do something… but what?» – he thought – «I could… No, no… Or maybe… No… Damn, I need some help, and I know where to find it!».

When he got to the second floor landing, he didn’t go to his room, but knocked on the first door of the corridor. “Barry, are you decent? Hope not!” – he joked, opening the door without waiting for an answer. “Hey man!” – Barry replied – “Unfortunately, I’m dressed, but we can fix this quickly…”. He started to tear away his tank top, but Alex stopped him, laughing: “Can’t you think to anything else? No, don’t say anything, I know the answer… But that’s exactly why I need your help. Come, let’s go to Kale’s room, I need him, too”.

“A three-way?” – Barry laughed. Alex knocked to Kale’s door, and this time waited until he heard a “Come in!” from inside.

“Hail, you exotic beauty!” – Alex exclaimed, always happy to see the serene, poised Hawaiian – “I need your help, and Barry’s too…”

“He’s thinking of a three-way!” – said Barry, excited. “Actually, Barry, you were thinking of a three-way!” – Alex replied – “I didn’t mean…”. “Come on! You meant it, when you said you hoped I was not decent!”. “I was joking, but you…”

A sudden silence fell in the room when the two men realized that Kale had risen from his chair and had silently stripped naked. “Wasn’t someone talking about a three-way?” – he said, giving to the two muscular rough men an unequivocally lustful glance.

The sudden throb in his pants made Alex completely forget about the reason he had looked for Kale: now he wanted something totally different from him…

The guard moved to Kale’s back and quickly grabbed his arms, immobilizing him. “Hey buddy!” – he said to Barry – “Have you heard the bitch, here? He thinks he’s hot enough to deal with two real men such as the two of us!”

“I say we should punish him, and punish him hard!” – Barry replied – “The bitch will think twice, next time, before messing with men like us…”

Kale felt his heart thump hard in his chest: he loved to be mistreated and demeaned that way! He tried to get away from Alex’ grip, but he couldn’t. He looked defiantly at Barry and hissed: “Should I be scared by a pussy like you? I know your type: big mouth and tiny weenie! And as for you, officer…” – the counselor continued, turning to Alex – “…leave me alone and go fuck yourself!”

“The bitch has a really filthy mouth, buddy! What are we going to do about it?” – Alex joked, picking Kale bodily and throwing him on the bed. “I’ll wash his mouth with my cock!” – Barry roared, quickly tying Kale’s wrists to the ropes hanging from the headboard, and Alex echoed him: “And I’ll punch him good and hard!”

Alex and Barry stood at the end of the bed and started stripping under Kale’s eager eyes; the more clothes fell on the floor, the harder grew the counselor’s cock. When both men were stripped to their underwear, they winked to each other and tugged their briefs down at the same time, making their huge, hard pieces of meat bounce up and down.

Kale faked a horrified look: “No men… Your cocks are too big… Please, I was only joking! What are you going to do to me??”

The hairy worker got on the bed and knelt down, straddling the Hawaiian’s face; he wanked his massive tool at an inch from his face and replied: “You don’t need a fortune teller to know…”

~ Sweet punishment ~

Kale opened his mouth and the huge rod, inch by inch, disappeared into his throat. Barry pumped his meat in and out with long, slow thrusts, enjoying the gurgles that occasionally came from the sucker’s open mouth. The counselor closed his eyes, concentrated on the hot meat forced deep down his throat; he felt Alex raising his legs and relaxed his ass, waiting for the gorgeous guard to fuck him. He couldn’t see Alex, but he felt his well lubricated fingers playing with his ass. One finger sneaked into him, then two, then three, rotating and massaging his tender chute and distending his muscle ring.

The fingers became four and started fucking his ass with stronger thrusts, reaching deeper inside him. Kale felt his ass stretched to his limit and tried to moan, but Barry’s big cock silenced him. He felt deliciously helpless, with his arms tied to the headboard, a huge cock filling his throat and four prying fingers indecently ravaging his insides.

His eyes snapped open when he felt Alex’ thumb joining the other fingers and the entire big hand, generously lubricated, trying to force its way inside him.

He tensed and tried to scream: “No man! It won’t fit!”, but only few unintelligible gurgles came out of his filled up throat. He tried to get free, pulling hard on the ropes, but it was totally useless. He panicked for a moment, realizing that they hadn’t set a safe word; his hands moved frantically to check if Barry, at least, had used the safety knots, but… he suddenly realized he didn’t want to know, after all. Instead, he felt the urge to submit to those two gorgeous, powerful, trustfully men totally, body and soul, accepting to take whatever they might decide to do to him.

Alex, who had stopped for a moment, seeing Kale tensing and thrashing around, felt his stretched ass relax some more, and pushed his fist with renewed strength, forcing the anal muscles to reach their limit… and suddenly his hand was inside!

Kale couldn’t believe that he could take Alex’ entire hand into his ass, and his surprise was even greater when he felt Alex curling his fingers in a fist that soon started ravaging his tender hole, rotating and crushing into his deepest cavity.

Barry, mercifully, withdrew his cock from Kale’s mouth, but stayed atop of him, blocking his view of Alex. The Hawaiian was finally free to speak, but he could only moan, tossing his head from side to side, lost in a tidal wave of submissive pleasure. No cock could wiggle that way into him… No dildo could reach that deep into him… Alex’ fist (and by now his forearm, too) felt like a beast wildly feasting into his sensitive ass.

His prostate, crushed under the mighty punches of Alex’ fist moving back and forth was making his cock so hard that it hurt. Every inch of his skin, every ounce of his flesh, every nerve of his mind screamed for the need to cum. “Ahh… I beg you… I can’t stand it any more…” – he moaned in a slurry voice – “Let me cum… Let me cum…”

He gasped when he felt a rough hand curling around his throbbing cock and jacking him off at an excruciatingly slow pace. “Oh god… You’re killing meee…! Come on!! No no no… Finish me!” – Kale screamed, tense like a violin string. The strong hand, like in slow motion, kept moving up and down his shaft, and Kale felt the pressure in his groin raising to unbearable levels.

When Kale though that he wouldn’t possibly survive to that torture, the hand tightened slightly on his cock, enough to throw him in the abyss.

“AAAAARGHH!!!”  – the tanned Hawaiian screamed, while his cock exploded in the most massive ejaculation of his life. Alex’ fist, sliding back and forth over his prostate forced his cock to spurt like a geyser. He pulled so hard on the ropes that Barry feared he could harm himself, so he quickly pulled on the loose end of the safety knots (yes, he had used them!) and held Kale’s arms with his hands.

~ Unsatisfied cocks ~

 “Oh god… Oh god…” – Kale sobbed, while the last dribbles of sperm slipped down his cock. Slowly, gently, the huge intruder receded and finally plopped out of his ass. The counselor sighed and Barry moved away from his chest and got out of the bed.

Kale looked at the hairy worker and at the bulky guard and smiled at them. “You two… I had never… It was unbelievable, buddies!” – he said, and then lowered his eyes to their still hard cocks and gasped: “But you didn’t cum!”

He winked at them and said: “No, no, this can’t be! Never let it be said that a hard cock came back from this room unsatisfied!”.  Alex and Barry laughed and joined Kale on the bed. “You first!” – Kale said merrily, pushing Alex on his back and straddling him. “Damn man, you worked my ass good! And now my ass is going to work hard your cock!”

He lowered his hips and in one swift motion engulfed Alex’ entire cock to the base into his well lubricated hole. He was still sore, but he clenched his ass around the guard’s cock, massaging it hard. Concentrated on his ride, Kale didn’t see Alex exchanging a glance with Barry, and didn’t oppose any resistance when Alex pulled his head down to kiss him. But when he leaned down and Alex’ strong arms held him tight, he gasped, feeling Barry’s beer-can cock trying to force his way in his already stuffed ass.

He looked at Alex, alarmed, but the guard said, in a soft and yet firm tone: “You can do it, man… because I want you to do it!”.  Again, the Hawaiian felt an irrepressible urge to submit to those two powerful men and let them do whatever they wanted with him.

Barry pushed harder, and at first it seemed impossible he could break in; but Kale’s ass, loosened from the recent fist-fuck, eventually gave way and Barry’s huge glans passed the tight anal ring.

“SHIT! God it hurts!!” – Kale yelled, feeling his ass torn apart. Alex and Barry froze, afraid to have hurt their buddy too much. Kale chocked a moan, breathed deep and recoiled a little; and then looked at Alex and Barry with an angry frown and shouted: “What are you waiting for, you two, a written invitation? Fuck me hard, studs!”

With a wide smile, the two men set again their cock in motion, giving to Kale’s ass an even wilder treatment than before. The counselor moaned loud, excited by the feeling of the two hefty cocks making love to each other into his ass. Barry and Alex exchanged a deep glance, feeling a sublime physical connection to each other, and between them and Kale.

It didn’t take long until, with loud “Fuck!”, “Oww….!” and “I’m gonna cum!”, Kale’s ass was flooded by two simultaneous explosions of manly juice, soon followed by laughter, banter, passionate kisses and joking pinches of asses and nipples.

~ Rick has something in mind ~

In the meantime, Hendrick had finished cooking both the breakfast and the lunch for Rowan and filled the colourful lunch bag with well-wrapped packets. He took the bag and cautiously went downstairs, opened the door without waking up the sleeping guy and put the basket near his bed.

He stood there for a moment, looking at his friend, lost in serene dreams. «Why can’t it be always like this?» – he thought, knowing that soon the sun would have set into the distant West and Rowan would have been again running desperately on the shore, trying to escape the demons hunting his soul.

He turned around with a sigh and started climbing the stairs, heading to his own room on the third floor. Soon Stewart would come back home, and he had to make some… preparations. It was about time he faced his personal demons, and he had no one to ask for help to, except Stewart. His master surely would have known what to do. Hopefully.

Everything, every little detail was clear in Rick’s mind: he knew exactly what to do, what to say, and even what to wear. But this didn’t put his mind at ease, because he was conscious of the risks he was taking.

That evening, Stewart would’ve had a surprise… as well as Hendrick himself!

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 9, ~ Hendrick’s story ~

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(End of chapter 17 – Please proceed to Chapter 18)