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. Kale, an Hawaiian school counselor, shows him the tender, healing power of 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 and senses that the guy holds a great power in him. Rowan seems to come from another century, and reveals to his friends that his only school had been the old movies showed at Paul’s cinema. He then  discovers the pleasure of submission during a hot bondage session with Kale. Rick explains that the Cove is a sort of shelter for all the men and the boys, including Beau. The day after, Beau reveals to Rowan the tragedy he hides in his heart and talks about the young stableman Jordan, his first love, who took his life after being raped by Joe, the black gardener, as per Beau’s father order.

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

Wahkan has hurt his boy, by forcefully intruding into his mind, and thus he must face a trial and a punishment, that is – as usual in the Cove – harsh and highly sexually-oriented, and is hard to take for both the victim and the executioners. Chayton’s faith and love to his master are restored, but there is still some tension between them. Then, an unexpected death hits deeply the Cove, and especially Rowan and Beau, who discover to have a lot in common.

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• Book 01 (Chapters 1-10) with bookmarks and PictureBook01 with NSFW images
• Book 02 (Chapter 11-20) with bookmarks and PictureBook02 with NSFW images
• Book 03 (Chapter 21-24) with bookmarks and PictureBook03 with NSFW images

 ≈ TOUGH TRIALS ≈ 

~ The word spreads ~

Beau was woken up by the whispers. He opened his eyes and looked at Chayton, still draped over him, recovering from the brutal treatment received by his master Wahkan. He caressed the boy’s head and he stirred, coming back to consciousness. The man looked around and saw Charlie and Hendrick standing beside the sofa where they had slept, whispering to each other, puzzled.

“Good morning, kids” – Beau blurred – “You are probably wondering why we have slept on the sofa… For now, I can tell you only that a serious problem arose this night between Chayton and Wahkan. We men have to discuss it about. Charlie, please, take care of Chayton, let him shower and give him a clothes change. And you, Hendrick, prepare a light buffet breakfast and when done, you boys please gather in the basement with Rowan, have breakfast with him and stay there until we call you”.

The boys quickly left and Beau looked at his watch: six-thirty. «What a way to begin a Sunday…» – he thought, and took his phone. He sent a text message to all the men, except Wahkan: “Troubles. Please meet me in the dining room at 7”. The message to Wahkan was slightly different: “Meeting with the other men at 7:30”.

He rose from the sofa and headed to his room: he badly needed a refreshing shower. In half an hour he was back downstairs, and saw Alex, Barry, Kale and Stewart already waiting for him around the dining table, while having breakfast. Their voices trailed off when Beau entered the room and sat at the table.

“Good morning everyone and sorry for dragging you out of bed this early on Sunday. You all remember the stunt Chayton and Charlie pulled yesterday and Kale’s advice to let each master manage the situation with his own boy. Well, apparently Alex, judging from the glow I saw around Charlie this morning, managed the situation much better than Wahkan…”

“It’s a rule of this house” – Beau continued – “that we don’t intrude upon master and boy, but tonight I had to take away Chayton from Wahkan: the boy had been subjected to a harsh treatment of some sort, I don’t know exactly what happened, but the boy was desperately begging his master to stop and screaming like he was being tortured. It wasn’t the case, of course: when I entered the room, Wahkan wasn’t hitting nor physically hurting Chayton, but still the boy was in a terrible state, and Wahkan was acting like he was out of his mind.”

“So, this is the problem you mentioned…” – Kale intervened – “What are we going to do? I remember that recently we discussed a similar case [1], when Stewart had unjustifiably made his boy suffer, and he accepted to take a righteous punishment.”

“A punishment that somewhat matched the crime” – Stewart added – “I know well: it’s important that the reaction fits the action, so to say. It was important for me, anyway”.

“OK, but before anything, we have to grant to Wahkan the right to explain what really happened. We still don’t know. In a few minutes he’ll be here: better set up the table.”

~ The Court is again in session ~

When Wahkan entered the room, he was not surprised to see that all the men were sitting on the same half of the big round table, and that they left only one chair for him, on the other half. He sat down and looked at Beau, sitting in front of him, with Alex and Kale on his sides; Barry and Stewart were sitting at the two ends of the panel.

For a moment, no one talked, and Wahkan raised his hand. “I know this is hard for you, so I will make your task easier” – the Sioux said – “I’m guilty. And let me say, I’m guiltier than you may even imagine. I’m guilty for so many reasons that it’s hard to number them all, but I’ll try.”

“First of all, I couldn’t restrain my anger and let it take control of me; and my anger made me use my knowledge, the ancient power of my wise people, to hurt my boy. I was so proud of my power and my strength that I didn’t even realize I could be a danger for Chayton. I should’ve let the boy explain, choosing the words to tell me what happened and why, but I didn’t trust him, and forcefully intruded in his mind and soul, violating his deepest intimacy, to see with my eyes what I wanted to know. I could do it gently, asking his permission and allowing him to slowly open to me, but my anger made me violate him brutally and mercilessly.”

Wahkan faltered: “I… I raped my boy.”

The men stood in grave silence, pondering the words spoken by the ageless Sioux. Then Barry’s voice broke the silence: “In other words, you’ve fucked the boy’s mind…”

Kale was about to criticize the worker’s lack of finesse, but Beau intervened: “Though I would have chosen different words, Barry has a point, here”.  Alex was surprised and exclaimed: “But why all that anger, Wahkan? While it’s true that Chayton has done something wrong, Charlie told me that he did so because he felt under too a great pressure by your side. He said he once was Chayton, and now he is, for you, just a Sioux boy to teach to, someone to mold in your own shape. If your boy has revealed everything to you, you must have seen this, too”.

Wahkan winced and answered back: “But Chayton has lured Charlie into getting drunk! And when they woke up in an unknown road, he haughtily claimed to know the way back, and led Charlie even farther from home!”

“Again, since you have read into your boy’s soul” – Alex said – “you must have seen how Chayton felt guilty when he saw Charlie crying for fear, and tried to reassure him by appearing self-confident, but he was scared as hell, too. And besides, if Charlie had been so stupid to get drunk, it was entirely his fault, not Chayton’s.”

Wahkan withered under the truth: not only he had violated his boy to gaze into his unwilling mind, but he had seen only what he wanted to see! When he forced the boy under his power, he had already judged and found him guilty!

Beau intervened: “You, Wahkan, have abused your mind power and… raped your boy, as you say. But it’s impossible for us to find a suitable punishment, as no one in this house has a stronger power than you”.

“This is not true” – the Sioux replied – “There is one man in this house that has proved not once, but twice to have a power even greater than mine, though he himself is barely conscious of it: Rowan.”

“Rowan?!” – all the men exclaimed at once – “What you mean?”

~ Rowan’s power ~

 “A couple of nights ago, I visited him at the quarry [2]” – Wahkan explained – “and he masturbated me. He asked me to do it and I let him. But when I hit the climax, and was way beyond the no-return point, he locked eyes with me and forcefully held me there, on the excruciating peak of my pleasure, without letting my orgasm explode. You are all men, and you can imagine that prolonging too much the fleeting moment of the climax can be an unbearable torture, as exquisite as it may seem. I tried hard to win his strength, but I failed. I had to beg him to release me.”

“Rowan did the same to me!” – Beau exclaimed – “I know what you mean… This could be your punishment, but Rowan is not a man of the Cove, we can’t ask him to do that.”

“He’s not a boy, either” – Alex intervened. He’s a fierce guy, he has guts. We should ask him”. Beau took his phone: “OK, I will call him upstairs. Er… does anyone has his number? I never asked him”.  All the men shook their head and then Kale said: “I believe he doesn’t even own a phone…”. “Of course he doesn’t! For years he could barely eat, how on earth he could buy a phone…” – Stewart exclaimed – “Damn! We’re not good enough to even provide him the bare essentials, we should’ve thought about it!”.  “OK, OK, we’ll buy him a phone” – Beau conceded – “but now let’s focus on the main problem. Kale, please go and call for him.”

He quickly went downstairs and came back to the dining room, followed by Rowan. While Kale sat back to his chair, Rowan stood in the doorway, doing the same strange thing he did the first day he met, in that very room, the men of the Cove: he looked around, but focusing on an indistinct point a few inch over the men’s heads, as if he was not seeing anyone, or was not interested in the company.

He strode across the room, with confident steps, and stood beside the table. His eyes fixed on Beau, and talked to him as if he was the only man in the room: “Is there anything I may do for you, sir?”. The men stared at him, a bit puzzled, though they knew that Rowan, as Kale had once explained them, did so when anxious, as a form of self-protection.

“Rowan, unfortunately our buddy Wahkan has did something wrong to Chayton and must be punished, to let him regain the esteem of the Cove and especially of his boy. We need your help to dish out this righteous punishment, but we can’t force you, since you are not…”

Rowan stood taller and interrupted Beau, in a respectful but firm voice: “I will. As you, Kale and Alex said, I’m one of you, I’m part of the Cove, aren’t I?”.  “Of course you are” – Kale hastened to say – “but this may be… hard for you. As Wahkan himself once said, the punishment is usually as harsh for the victim as it is for the executioner. Are you prepared to face such a trial?”

“I am.” – Rowan stated confidently – “I will do what you ask me, but… only if Wahkan himself gives me his permission”. He turned to Wahkan, who was looking at him with a eyes filled with surprise and a great respect. He stood up and faced Rowan: “Once again, I wonder if you have Sioux blood in your veins. You are a powerful and honorable warrior. I give you my full and irrevocable consent to do to me whatever these men will ask you, and I will accept it willingly and proudly. Thank you, Black Sun.”

“It’s settled then!” – Beau said, standing up – “Kale, with your permission we will use your suite. I’m going up with Wahkan, and you all will meet us there in ten minutes; and bring Chayton with you: he must see his master take his punishment for what he’d done to him.”

~ A proud warrior is humiliated ~

Ten minutes later, Kale entered his own suite with Chayton, Barry, Stewart and Alex and led the way to his special ‘playroom’. Chayton opened wide his eyes and held his breath seeing his master Wahkan hooked to the ceiling and the floor in a wide spread-eagle position. He was wearing his fur loincloth, a leather necklace with a big blackened tooth, an earring with a small feather and a braided armband: the signs of his rank and his knowledge of the ancient powers.

Beau stepped forward and spoke with a serious, formal tone. “Wahkan, you’ve hurt, you’ve raped your boy by misusing your mind power. You did so because you couldn’t restrain your anger. As a punishment, you will be raped physically and forced to reach your climax, and when it will happen, a mind power greater than yours will restrain your ejaculation until you beg for mercy, like your boy did”.

“But before anything…” – the blond boss continued – “you will be degraded and humiliated in front of the men and your own boy. You have betrayed your own heritage, and don’t deserve to wear the signs of your power”. He moved closer and ritually removed the armband, the necklace, the earring and the loincloth from the Sioux, who stood naked in full display under the men’s eyes.

Wahkan nodded: “I’m ready”. Rowan stepped forward and the man gazed deeply at him, speaking the ancient formula of submission: “I’m devoted to you, Black Sun”.

Barry moved to Wahkan’s back, took his beer-can-thick cock out of his pants and massaged it to a full hard-on. Chayton looked alarmed at the giant cock that was about to spear his master ass: he knew that Wahkan had yielded his ass only once in his life, he was practically virgin, and that cock… that enormous cock…

“Sir, wait!” – the boy exclaimed at Barry – “You must know that my master…”.  “No!” – Wahkan shouted, guessing what Chayton was about to say – “He’s doing what must be done”. Chayton stepped back in silence, but gazed plaintively at Barry, and then pointed with his eyes a jar of lubricant nearby. Barry understood the boy’s silent plead and, unseen by Wahkan, nodded to him and smeared some lubricant on his hard cock.

He got closer to the hanging man, placed his cock between his firm buttocks… and abruptly shoved it all the way into his protesting ass. “AAAARGHH!!” – Wahkan shouted for the unbearable pain spreading from his bottom to his entire body; but immediately he realized how painful this sight was for Chayton, and with an heroic effort he forced himself to suffer in silence.

Barry started pounding hard the man’s ass, while Kale knelt in front of him and took his limp cock into his mouth. Expertly, he sucked the Sioux’ cock and massaged his balls until he was fully hard, and then he proceeded with a powerful deep-throat blowjob, shoving his own face down to the man’s pubes and then backing up while sucking hard. Barry and Kale moved in unison, pumping hard on the bound man’s body for a while, until Wahkan started thrashing into his restraints, breathing heavily: “I’m close… I’m so close! Ah… You’re making me cum… Ggghh… Aaaaaahh!!”

~ Hung over the infinite ~

His body stiffened, at the peak of a forceful climax, and all his muscles tensed in preparation for the upcoming ejaculation. Rowan locked eyes with him and gave him a steely glance. Wahkan, once again, felt himself held mid-air, gazing into the abyss, but unable to fall. “AAAAGH!! Release me! Release me, Black Sun!!” – he yelled, under the overwhelming pressure his body was subjected to. He tried to use his powers to countermand Rowan’s will, but the guy was stronger than him.

Beau nodded to Stewart and Alex, and the two men reached Wahkan’s nipples, licking them and twisting his pointy titties in their fingers, while caressing and scraping the stiff abs and pecs. “AAAH!! NO! NO!!” – Wahkan shouted, when the additional stimulation increased even more the unbearable pleasure. Kale concentrated his efforts on the man’s glans, polishing and lavishing it with his tongue and lips, and Barry shoved deep his cock into the Sioux’ ass, reaching his inner sphincter, and started massaging it with short strokes.

All the man were doing their best to add to Wahkan’s already overwhelming pleasure, bringing it to paroxysmal levels and making the man’s mind reel. His breath became hoarse and his balls ached for the straining effort; his entire body was screaming for the torturous, excruciating need to cum. But still Rowan’s steely gaze held him hung over the infinite.

“Spirits help me!!” – Wahkan shouted, in a sexual delirium, unable to avert his gaze from Rowan’s – “Black Sun! I beg you! I beg you!! Have mercy! Release me! AAAARGGHH!!”.  Chayton was on the verge of bursting in tears and said to Beau: “He’s begging! Release him!”  But Beau replied: “You too were begging, last night, but he didn’t release you.”

“He didn’t, but you did!” – the boy shouted, and grabbed Rowan, forcing him to turn away.”AAAAAHH!! AAAAHH!!” – the bound man screamed when, finally free from Rowan’s gaze, his orgasm could explode with all its pent-up force. His cock started spurting thick ropes of man juice into Kale’s mouth with such a might that the Hawaiian had to back off for a moment, choking.

The bound man screamed and pulled hard on the restraints, shaking and bucking like a wild stallion, while his frantic anal contractions massaged Barry’s cock, sending him over the edge: “Fuck yeah!! Here it comes, man!” – he yelled, inundating the Sioux’ ass with gallons of hot sperm.

Slowly, Wahkan’s sexual frenzy subsided, and his screams turned to moans, and then to ragged breaths, until he bowed his head and stood motionless hanging from the ropes, panting heavily.

The hands, the mouth and the cock that had wildly stimulated his body were withdrawn, and everyone stepped back, admiring the proud, tough Native American that had endured such an excruciating torture. For a few interminable moments, the only movement in the room was Wahkan’s heaving chest, until Chayton’s voice pierced the heavy silence.

“Sir! Wahkan!!” – the boy exclaimed, with teary eyes, running to his master and hugging him fiercely, desperately. “I love you so much! I am and will always be devoted to you, Sacred One!”.  The bound man raised his head, looked at his boy and said ruefully: “Can you forgive me, Falc… Chayton? It’s true when they say that the higher you fly, the harder you fall, and with you I…”

He couldn’t end his sentence, because Chayton had tightly locked his lips on his.

While master and boy were kissing passionately, Beau quickly untied the man, who could finally hug again his boy, in a loving act of mutual forgiveness. Finally, Chayton released his master’s mouth, looked into his eyes and said: “Word are useless, Wahkan. You taught me”. And they both smiled, feeling again a team, a couple, a family.

Wahkan, on uncertain feet, moved closer to Rowan, looking at him with respect. “We Sioux are a proud people, and we fiercely guard our secret knowledge; but I’d be honoured to teach to you, and learn from you, Wi-Sapa, if you want to”.  “Your power and your knowledge make me humble, Sacred One” – Rowan replied, modestly lowering his gaze – “but I’ll be honoured to learn from you”.

“What a great fuck!” – Barry exclaimed, pulling up his pants. “Barry!!” – all the men shouted in chorus, bursting into laughter, apparently twitting him for his rudeness, but inwardly thanking him for dispelling the heavy atmosphere hanging in the room.

~ The Sunday matinée ~

The group split and everyone went to his room to relax after the tough trial: all of them, in fact, except perhaps Barry, had found very hard to dish out at Wahkan his punishment and had suffered looking at the proud man enduring the excruciating torment in tight bondage.

Rowan went down to the basement, where Charlie and Hendrick were waiting for news. “Charlie, you’d better run upstairs to your master: he will tell you what happened” – Rowan said to his buddy. The boy rushed away, and Rowan sat on the bed, looking at Rick: “Do you think you can stay for a moment? It’s been… tough.”

“Of course I can stay! Stewart will understand” – Rick replied – “But why did they need you? What did they ask to you to do?” 

“Well.. Wahkan says I have a… power, but I don’t know… You see, apparently I can, like, hold someone who’s about to cum at the peak of his climax, delaying his ejaculation. Wahkan’s punishment was to forcefully prolong his climax to an almost unbearable level. I had to forbid him to cum while all the men stimulated him wildly. I thought Wahkan was going nuts, he bucked and screamed so hard!”

“You can really do that?!” – Rick exclaimed, wide-eyed. “Er… Yes, but I can do it only if the man lets me look into his eyes and if I… love him”. “And… do you think it would work… with me?” – the redhead asked, seductively, caressing Rowan’s chest. “You bet…” – was the sweet reply. And then no one talked anymore, because the two guys were rolling in the bed, kissing passionately.

And when, later, Hendrick’s voice resonated in the house, screaming: “Oh god!! Let me cum! I beg you, let me cum!!”, the men knew that Rowan was doing again his magic.

After making love, the guys stayed lazily in the bed, enjoying each other’s company, until Rowan said: “It’s half past ten! In an hour Paul will open for his matinée: are you coming with me? I’d like so much to introduce you to Paul!”. “I can’t wait!” – Rick replied. “Let me have a shower, I’ll be back here in half an hour”.

After a while, Rowan and Rick were walking to the mall area, heading to Paul’s cinema. “Paul is the only friend I’ve ever had” – Rowan said to his buddy – “He let me stay at his cinema for free since I was a child. He fed me, protected me and loved me… but always in a very discreet way. I owe him so much! For me, he’s been more than a father…”.

“I already love him” – Rick replied. “I’m so glad to meet him!”.  Rowan smiled at his friend, while arriving near the old movie theatre. But there was something wrong, the doors were closed and Paul was not in the ticket booth as usual. Rowan frowned: “In so many years, he’s never been late for a matinée…”. He sped up, anxious, and his pale face became even paler when, turning around the corner, he saw a black hearse parked in front of Paul’s apartment.

~ The past, through the present, turns into future ~

 “No… No…” – he murmured, entering the building and running upstairs, followed by Rick. The door to Paul’s apartment was ajar, and there was a woman in a cheap black dress who silently welcomed the two guys and pointed them to the bedroom. Rowan held his breath entering the room, and Paul was there, lying on the bed, wearing an old black suit, pale and motionless.

“Paul… Paul…!” – Rowan whined, unaware of the tears rolling down his cheeks. He knelt beside the bed and held Paul’s cold hand, looking at his lifeless face through the tears veiling his eyes. A woman rose from a chair, got closer; when Rowan stood up, she took the guy’s hands: “You must be Rowan. I knew you would have come. He always talked about you. I’m Hanna, Paul’s sister”. Rowan nodded, and looked again at Paul. “It happened yesterday night” – she explained – “He didn’t suffer, he just… fell asleep in his bed”.

They stood silent for a moment, and then Hanna said: “There is something he wanted you to have…”.  She took a big roll of paper leaning against the wall and handed it to Rowan. The guy unrolled the first few inches and Clark Gable’s masculine face appeared under his eyes: it was an old playbill of ‘Gone with the Wind’. Rowan couldn’t repress a heartfelt sob, remembering that first day when, as a little child, he met Paul in front of that playbill [3].

The woman went back to his chair, and Rowan felt two loving arms hugging him from behind: “I’m so sorry!” – Rick whispered in his ear, with wet eyes. Rowan turned around with an uncertain smile and said: “Thank you Hendrick, it’s so comforting having you here! Now, please, call Beauregard, tell him to come”. “Beau?” – Rick asked, puzzled – “Did he know Paul?”.  “Very well. He’s been more than a father to him, too”.

Rick called Beau, and in less than ten minutes the man entered the room, his eyes fixed on the man lying on the bed. It was about twenty years that he didn’t see him: the sad memories that they shared would have been too painful to bear, for both of them, if they’d met.

“Monsieur…” – a female voice said, with reverence, and Beau looked at the woman: “Hanna!” – the blond man exclaimed, hugging the woman tight. “Hanna, I’m so sorry I’ve been away this long… All these years I missed you both so much!”. Rowan got closer, and Beau explained: “Hanna was our housekeeper… but for me, she was much more than that. She always had a candy for me in his pockets…”. Beau’s face distended in an affectionate smile, remembering the happier days of his childhood; but suddenly his smile faded: “…and she never… judged me. She understood, like Paul”.

“I have something for you, Beauregard. Paul wanted you to have it, though… I don’t know…”. She took a small package from a drawer and gave it to Beau, who unwrapped it. It was a cheap wooden frame displaying an old faded photo. Beau’s eyes brimmed with tears: “Oh, god… Oh god…” – he murmured, and burst into tears.

Rowan looked at the photo and saw a young, tanned guy with gleaming eyes and a dazzling smile, wearing a white tank clinging to his muscular torso and a pair of cut-off jeans showing his sinewy legs, who was leading a horse by its bridles. Rowan recognized him immediately: he was Jordan [4].

Slowly, Beau’s sobs softened in ragged sighs. He raised his head, took a deep breath and said: “Hanna, Rowan, I made up my mind: I want to restore Rice-Duncan Mansion to its original beauty. It won’t be any more le Château de la Morte, as Paul, now I understand, used to call that house. It will be Maison de la Motte, in memory of my mother. Those walls have witnessed more than a fair share of pain and death, it’s about time that those rooms resonate with music, laughter and sighs of love.”

“I will need you, Rowan” – Beau continued, finally coming to terms with his past and thinking to the future – “You will help me feel the house and turn it in the joyful, serene mansion it used to be. I’ll have the stable torn down: it brings too sad memories, and anyway the wooden structure is now too rotten to be restored. I’ll have an oak planted there. Will you help me, Rowan?”

The guy smiled, looked at Paul, lying on the bed, then to the playbill in his hands, and replied: “Can we plant twelve oaks?”

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 12, ~ The Court is in session ~
[2] See Chapter 21, ~ An unexpected visit ~
[3] See Chapter 21, ~ The magic of the big screen ~
[4] See Chapter 22, ~ Innocent love ~ and ~ Unforgiveable sin ~

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(End of chapter 24 – Please proceed to Chapter 25)