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. Those sad memories resurface again when Paul, the owner of the cinema and former chauffeur at Rice-Duncan mansion, dies, causing a deep grief to Beau and Rowan.

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

Paul’s death forced both Beau and Rowan to face the traumas buried in their past. Beau finds relief sharing his deepest secrets and fondest memories with the men of the Cove. Wahkan and Chayton had made peace, but there’s still a chill air between them; after a touching clarification, Wahkan put things straight with his boy by putting himself entirely at his mercy. Rowan confesses his pains to Beau and asks for his help; the blond boss, masterfully mixing love and dominance, helps the guy overcome his greatest fears: surrendering to an older man and stay indoors at night.

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 ≈ ROWAN SURRENDERS ≈ 

~ Burying the past ~

It was a rueful trip back home for Beau, Rowan and Rick. The death of old Paul had left a void in both the blond boss and the pale guy. Beau parked in front of the house and headed to the front door, but Rowan faltered: so far, he’d never used that door, as he always went in and out by the back door in the basement.

“Come on, Rowan!” – Beau encouraged him, throwing an arm around the guy’s shoulders – “You’re one of us, and today you’ve proven it beyond any doubt. It’s about time you take your rightful place in the Cove… starting with the front door!”

They entered the house and Beau commented, pensively: “Thinking of it, you shouldn’t stay any more in the basement. Why don’t you move upstairs, into one of the empty suites? For free, of course”.

“Oh, no, Beau… I mean, sir…” – Rowan replied, always uncertain about the right way to address the men of the Cove, and especially Beau – “I like staying in the basement… if you don’t mind. Thank you for your offer, sir, I’m really grateful, but I wouldn’t feel comfortable in a huge suite, the utility room is much better”.

Rick went upstairs and Beau sat with Rowan in the living room. The guy looked at the blond man, beautiful as a god even with his eyes reddened by the recent cry, and said, meekly: “You are not displeased with me staying downstairs, are you?”. Beau placed his hand over the guy’s and replied: “Of course not. I was just thinking that there is almost no furniture down there. And now that we discovered we have so much in common…”

“We have?” – Rowan asked, surprised, and the man nodded: “Yes. Paul, for example. He’s been a fatherly figure for both of us; he took you under his wing soon after I left him to go to France. And we both ran away from home at 17 and lived a hard life; for you, of course, it was harder: at least, I had a roof over my head; but it was not easy for a boy born and raised in a privileged and rich family like mine living on my own, doing any kind of job to raise some money. And when I say ‘any kind of job’…” – Beau said with a glimpse of pain and embarrass in his eyes – “…I mean it”.

They heard many steps coming down from the stairs: the entire Cove, alerted by Rick, had knew about Beau’s and Rowan’s loss and were coming down to console them. There were many hugs and comforting words, but Beau saw some perplexity in many eyes. Everyone knew about the role Paul had played in Rowan’s life, but only Kale knew the truth about Beau’s troubled past and the role Paul had in his life.

The blond boss, invited all the man to sit down with him, and when they all had taken place on the couches, sofa and armchairs, he started speaking.

“You all know that the Cove is, for all of us, a safe place where to find peace and rebuild our lives. I’m no exception. So far, I’ve been very discreet about my past and I let you believe that I started living here just to escape from my father who didn’t accept my homosexuality. Unfortunately, this is a very, very small part of the truth. The real reason why I myself needed a Cove to rebuild my life is… this”.

He unwrapped the photo frame that Paul’s sister had given him and handed it to the men. They all admired the young guy with a charming smile leading a horse and looked back at Beau, puzzled.

“His name was Jordan, he was my first love. He committed suicide when I was 17, the day before I left this country, to never come back”.

Everyone was aghast. Beau continued, willing not to have secrets with those men and boys he’d come to trust completely: “Jordan took his life because of the… bestial and humiliating punishment my father inflicted him when he discovered we were lovers [1]. I never talked again to my father, since then”.

“Jordan and I have been lovers for about one year, a short wonderful year, during which the only persons who loved me enough to accept my… choice were Paul, our chauffeur, and his sister Hanna, the housekeeper. They had always been very caring and protective with me, but in that last year our bond grew tighter than ever. Hanna was the mother that I couldn’t have, and Paul was the father that… my real father didn’t want to be.”

“Now you know why I decided to leave. But you still don’t know the reason why I did come back: the reason is… sitting in front of me” – Beau confessed, shyly, with a loving glance to Kale, who smiled back at him with wet eyes. “Kale never told you anything about this story, as per my request. But I don’t want to have any more secrets with you all.”

Beau lowered his eyes and sighed. “Today, for some strange reasons, after Paul’s death this part of my life has been closed. I have to let Jordan go, and this is what I’m doing here”.

“I’ve finally come to terms with my past: it’s about time for me to enjoy the present and plan the future” – Beau concluded, turning to Rowan and touching his hand. He was thinking to his project of bringing back to life his old house, with Rowan’s help, and the role that Paul had played in both his and Rowan’s life, but Kale looked at them, glancing at each other, and his smile faded, while a chill ran through his spine.

~ A difficult reconciliation ~

The Sunday lunch, usually festive and boisterous, was a silent affair. Rick had just the time to prepare a light meal, and anyway most of the men were not hungry. Only few, quiet words were exchanged between Barry and Stewart; Beau was lost in sad memories, Wahkan and Chayton kept glancing at each other with embarrassment and Kale played silently with his food, nervously, thinking back at Beau’s hand caressing Rowan’s and his phrase about his need to make plans for the future.

After lunch, the group split up in silence, and Wahkan went up to his suite with Chayton. Despite their dramatic mutual forgiveness, happened few hours earlier in Kale’s playroom, there was still tension between them: a lot of things still had remained unsaid.

When they were alone, Wahkan tried to chat: “Beau and Rowan looked really tried by their loss, didn’t they?”.  He looked at his boy, but he avoided his gaze. Wahkan frowned and said, in a soft tone: “Shall we talk about that?”

Chayton stood silent for a moment, looking away, and then sighed and turned to his master. “Well, it’s silly to stay silent, isn’t it?” – the boy said, with a defeated tone in his voice – “After all, you can easily read into me whenever you want… I can’t hide you anything, I can’t have any secret with you…”. His voice trembled: “Even my deepest, most private thoughts are in full display to you…”

Wahkan frowned, not sure what his boy meant: “Why do you say so? Is there something… you would like to keep secret from me?”. Chayton’s reply put him off-balance: “A lot of things, Wahkan. Sometimes I’m scared or embarrassed, but I wouldn’t want you to know it. Sometimes I don’t want to do something, and yet I do it, because I know it’s important. And sometimes… I… think bad of you”.

Chayton lowered his eyes, afraid to be stepping way out of line. “Of course I’m wrong when I think bad of you!” – he hastened to add – “But that’s not the point. The point is that, whether I’m right or wrong, I don’t want to tell you, I would never criticize you! You’re my master, my mentor, and I always love and trust you, even when I wrongly think bad of you!”. His voice cracked and he couldn’t stifle a sob. “It’s pointless to force me reveal those wrongful thoughts, isn’t it? If it was for me, I wouldn’t even think those things, but one can’t stop a thought, right?”

The elder Sioux was speechless. His boy, young as he was, had condensed in few words something that took him years, and a harsh punishment, to understand: a mind contact should never, ever be tried without the full consent of the other person, even if - especially if - the other person was his boy.

He tried to reply, to express his admiration and love for his wise and proud boy, who stood tall in front of him putting a great effort to hold himself, but words failed him: he was not used to put in words his deepest feelings, as he’d always found easier to communicate using his powerful and trained mind. He moved closer to the boy and gently took his face in his hands. Chayton stifled a whine of frustration: despite his hearty plea, Wahkan was going to force him again into an unwelcomed mental connection. He took a deep resigned breath and looked straight at his master, prepared to surrender to him once more.

But Wahkan closed his eyes and pulled Chayton’s face to him, until their lips met, and then he gave him the most tender, sweet, blessing kiss he’d ever given in his life. He felt his hands getting wet with the boy’s tears and, much to his surprise, those tears mixed with his own.

After what seemed an eternity, they parted and Wahkan lowered his eyes: “And here is a proud, arrogant master humbled by the wisdom of his own boy…”

“But, as you taught me” – Chayton replied, with passion – “humbleness makes a man a great man. There is no greater master, no wiser teacher than you, Wahkan. Forgive my inappropriate complaints, I don’t want to hold any secret with you. You know I’m always devoted to you, Sacred One”.

“And I love you for that, Chayton; your constant, unwavering devotion honors me, but I think this is part of the problem we are facing today. I’ve chosen to devote my life to the study of our ancient heritage, but it’s been my choice, not yours. I was wrong, thinking of you as a younger version of myself; I now realize that, despite my extensive knowledge, I still have something I must learn from you: enjoying life and enjoying each other. There must be a time for us being teacher and pupil, and time for being just master and boy; and in this last case…” – he concluded with a wink – “I think that a simple ‘sir’ and ‘kid’ would be much better than our noble and… burdensome Sioux names”.

“Yes, sir!” – Chayton exclaimed, suddenly beaming with happiness. “And now, kid, I think you greatly deserve a reward for your sense and wisdom” – the older Sioux said, undressing and flashing a rascal grin to his boy. He opened a drawer and took a sleeping mask, put it over his eyes and lay on the bed on his back. “I always take the lead, I’m always the teacher, but today you have taught me something very important, so I completely put myself in your hands. And…” – he concluded with a smile, pointing at his sleeping mask – “if you want to express your feelings… you’ll have to put them in words!”.

~ Chayton gets his reward ~

Chayton, excited, quickly got naked and climbed on the bed, on top of his master, and surprised him once more whispering in his ear: “Words are useless, sir”. And then he locked his mouth to the man’s, expressing his deepest feelings in a much better way than words.

He then moved his lips down, on the man’s clean-shaved chin. He kissed it and gently sank his teeth into the tender flesh, feeling the hard bones underneath. «How’s possible to love a man’s chin?» – he intimately wondered, chewing with delight at Wahkan’s face. The unexpected worship on such an unusual part of his body made the blindfolded Sioux writhe, and his cock slowly rose harder.

Chayton backed up an feasted his eyes on his master’s naked body: when they made love, it was always Wahkan who decided what to do and when; but now he had the chance to indulge in what he loved most, worshipping that beautiful, toned body. He took his time, brushing his lips on the man’s nipples, biting gently his bulging pecs and licking his hard abs.

He enjoyed the sight of the small nipples getting stiffer and pointy under his fingers, and the feell of the creases between the abs getting sharper for the tickling of his tongue tip. Chayton raised his gaze to the man’s face, and got thrilled to see him part his lips and stifle a gasp of pleasure.

He backed up, so to face the man’s throbbing cock. The boy took the heavy balls with one hand and the hard meat in his mouth, slowly lowering his head all the way down to the pubes. Wahkan inhaled sharply: blindfolded as he was, every move of his boy was a surprise, and the physical sensations were amplified by his visual deprivation.

The boy’s head rose and fell, over and over, giving an exquisite massage to his master’s enflamed manhood. He licked the balls and took them in his mouth, one by one, and then he gently bit the hard shaft, making the man gasp for the excruciating sensation of having his most tender part at the gentle mercy of his lustful and imaginative boy.

Chayton backed up and placed his hands under the man’s knees, pulling his legs up and apart, and forcing his ass to spread under his eyes. Looking at the inviting puckered hole made his cock twitch in anticipation, and Chayton felt a rush of lust running through his body.

Wahkan held his breath. He had offered himself to his boy totally, and that included his ass, that very ass that only few hours earlier had been speared mercilessly by Barry’s big cock and still hurt like hell. But he had promised, and since the boy wanted it, he had no choice but brace himself and wait for the painful penetration.

Chayton moved his hips forward, until his cock rested along the deep crack of the man’s ass; and then moved it back and forth, gently, silently gasping for the delicious sensation of the sparse ass hair tickling his enflamed manhood.

Wahkan waited for the imminent penetration, panting, knowing that he would have to stifle his screams not to alarm the boy. He felt the cock withdraw, and behind the blindfold he visualized his boy smearing some spit on him ready to shove his young, hard cock into his aching hole to the hilt. He held his breath, feeling the boy open wider his ass cheeks and expose even more his abused hole; and gritted his teeth,  determined not to utter a sound, no matter how painful it would be. He owed it to his loyal, wise, lovely boy.

But he couldn’t hold a chocked “Aaaahh…!” when he felt only a trembling, tender kiss at the very center of his stretched hole. Chayton knew how much his master had suffered, and had restrained himself from abusing again the proud man’s hole. Instead, he’d felt the need to pay homage to that hurting ass that already took a harsh punishment, and had gently pressed his lips on the quivering hole, rejoicing his master’s chocked squeal of pleasure and relief.

Anyway, having that gorgeous man at his mercy wasn’t something that happened any day, and a sudden thought crossed his mind. He scrambled up again, gave another mouth-probing kiss to the man, and then he leaned his hips forward and placed his cock on the man’s lips. Wahkan felt the pressure of the young meat on his face and opened tentatively his mouth: in his life he only had sucked a man’s cock once [2] and didn’t know exactly what to expect, nor what to do.

Chayton gently eased his cock past his master’s lips. The warmth of his mouth and the inexperienced, exquisitely innocent lapping of his tongue almost made Chayton lose his load, but he held back. Wahkan did his best: he really wanted to give to his boy all he could give him and blamed himself for not being more expert with oral sex; so he doubled his efforts, rolling passionately his tongue around the hot glans and tickling with the tip of his tongue the frenulum, happy to hear his boy moan in ecstasy.

Chayton let his cock slide deeper, until it touched the back of the man’s throat; and when he saw him gagging, immediately pulled back: he didn’t want to force his cock inside the tight passage and surely wanted Wahkan to feel only pleasure. While he felt powerful and dominating, he had the utmost respect for his master, and not even the strongest rush of lust could ever make him humiliate the proud man that he worshipped.

So, he was contented to move his cock back and forth, enjoying the tight lips and the strong tongue wrapping around his manhood, until he sensed he was about to shoot.

«Not yet» – he thought to himself, pulling out and backing up. He was kneeling astride Wahkan’s waist, facing him, and it took him just a slight movement backwards to feel his master’s cock, hard as steel, pressing on his hole. Wahkan felt the Chayton’s ass lightly brush over the head of his own cock, but, blindfolded as he was, he couldn’t see the lustful grin that spread on the boy’s face a moment before he, abruptly, let himself fall bodily over the rigid cock, impaling himself.

“Aaahh!” – Wahkan shouted, his body tensing for the violent jolt of pleasure, taken by surprise by the sudden twist in the boy’s ministrations. Chayton started riding the hot rod in earnest, pounding his ass hard on the man’s pubes. He had basked in the thrill of having the man at his mercy, but now he felt the need to restore the normal balance between himself and his master, to show him how much he was devoted to him. He felt the need to be speared by his powerful cock, to submit to his indubitable superiority, and kept bouncing hard on the man’s body, stroking his own cock with his fist.

Wahkan didn’t need to resort to his mind power to fully understand what his boy meant, and his heart filled with renewed admiration and affection for him, but he didn’t have the time to reflect on that, because he was too busy trying desperately to hold back his orgasm; for once, he had no control, it was not him to decide when to speed up or slow down: all he could do was gritting his teeth, rolling his eyes behind the blinding mask and moan loud. Chayton was furiously pumping up and down his engorged shaft, causing him waves of pleasure that made his mind reel.

The boy was in ecstasy, and his moans echoed his master’s, in a crescendo of pleasure that soon reached its climax. He heard Wahkan’s breath become ragged and felt his body stiffen under him. He quickly leaned forward, until his face was over the man’s, and with his free hand he removed his blindfold. The man and the boy gazed deep into each other, and no words could ever express the intense pleasure, the absolute forgiveness and the sheer love that they could see into each other’s soul. Both of them knew instantly that the moment had come and no further delay was humanly possible.

The orgasms exploded simultaneously in their cocks, and streams of warm juice flooded Chayton’s ass and covered Wahkan’s chest, while the two pair of eyes never averted their gaze. It was a total, complete union of two bodies, souls and minds that tightened the bond between them like never before.

~ A sharp bend in Rowan’s journey ~

While the two Sioux basked in the afterglow of their glorious sex, Rowan was in the basement, restless, pacing the room, unable to sleep. Paul had died. “Yesterday night”, Hanna had said: the very night he was with Beau at Rice-Duncan Mansion, the night he ran away from him the moment they were about… to make love.

His soul was a turmoil of emotions. He imagined Beau roaming the old house, desperate and alone, while Paul in his bed was dying. He had to give a sense to all that, he had to finish what he had started. Somehow Beau, watching Paul lying in his bed and talking to the men about Jordan, had found a way to overcome his inner demons, to soothe his intimate pain, without Rowan’s help; but Rowan still needed him, as he was the only man to whom he could surrender completely, the only man to whom he could willingly give what his stepfather had taken by force for years.

He made up his mind: «I have to go to him, talk to him!» – he thought, rushing to the stairs. He ran to the third floor, took the spiral case and went up to the attic and stood behind Beau’s door, panting for the exertion and the tension. He knocked on the door, and Beau opened it… and Rowan stared speechless at the blond god, painfully beautiful, looking down at him with those blue eyes that Rowan felt he could drown into.

“Rowan!” – he said, with his melodious voice, stepping back to let him in, but Rowan didn’t move. He tried to speak, but words didn’t come. After a moment of silence, he finally said, relapsing for the tension to his usual old-fashioned English: “Might I impose on your kindness and have a word with you, Beauregard?”

Beau was surprised by Rowan’s bewildered eyes and his excessively formal tone; when Rowan joined the Cove, he used to talk in an old-fashioned way, but lately he had put a great effort in adopting a much more casual language. And now he was there, at his door, with an anxious look and that question that would have sounded way too formal even in the early ‘900… In a flash, Beau realized that using that language was a sort or self-protection for the guy, a projection of that polite and gentle world, populated by well-mannered people, that only exists in old movies, a world where the guy felt safe. The blond boss felt a rush of affection for the pale guy, and thought that a polite reply would helped put the guy at ease: “It would be a pleasure. Do come in and have a seat…”

Rowan relaxed a bit. They sat at the small dining table and stood silent for a moment. “Beauregard” – the guy eventually said – “I owe you an apology… and an explanation for what happened yesterday at Rice-Duncan Mansion”. Beau tried to say it wasn’t really necessary, but Rowan insisted: “No, let me explain, please. You know about my past and what… my stepfather did to me. For years I didn’t let anyone… touch me, until I came here, met Hendrick and let him make love to me [3]. But Hendrick is much younger than me, everything was so natural and sweet with him; he helped me take an important step in my battle against my nightmares, and I hoped his tender love could heal my wounds… but it didn’t. Not completely, anyway.”

Probably for the first time Rowan was grasping the true meaning of what Kale told him the night they first met [4], when he talked about a journey he had embarked upon, a long and hard to travel road that would have led him to a serene life. “The men and the boys of the Cove have already helped me a lot…” – Rowan said pensively – “Charlie and the other boys have shown me how playful, and even light-hearted can be sex [5][6]; Kale offered himself to me in the sweetest way [7], and then showed me how exquisite can be surrender to a loving torture [8]. And then Hendrick! Oh, I felt in heaven when he made love to me! He was so delicate, caring… He made me feel safe with him. Even Wahkan taught me a lot about love, sex and trust [9][10], and I confess… that I felt so powerful when I’ve… ehm… punished him, this morning”.

“Kale told me I have a path to walk” – Rowan continued – “a journey that eventually will allow me come to terms with my past and go on living my life. The men of the Cove have shown me this path, but…” – Rowan’s voice trembled  – “…I feel I’m facing a sharp bend… and I don’t know what’s around the corner. I’m so scared, Beauregard…”.

~ “What do you want me to do?” ~

He looked at Beau plaintively, and the man held his hands. “Scared of what?” – he asked. “Scared that I won’t be able to go all the way, that my stepfather will keep me under his thumb forever…”.  Beau felt a rush of love for the pale guy and replied with passion: “I cannot let this happen, Rowan. What do you want me to do?”

There was a heavy, tense silence. “Own me, sir” – the guy replied, using the ‘sir’ as a sign of submission. “I need to submit to a powerful, dominant man such as you, a men who can claim possession over me, who could even hurt me… but he won’t… hopefully. I need to totally entrust myself to you, sir, knowing that your strong arms can snatch me from the clutches of my demons… or send me with them back to the hell they belong to”.

Beau sensed the tension and the fear of the guy… and his hope, his faith in him. He couldn’t turn him down, he wanted to help him, but it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. His mind went back to last night, at Rice-Duncan Mansion, where Rowan had offered himself to him, and he tried to be as gentle as possible, but it didn’t work. And now Beau knew why it didn’t work! ‘A man who could hurt me’, the guy had said. Love and tenderness were not the right keys to Rowan’s soul.

The blond boss gave an even look at the guy. Rowan had said the last sentences hastily, in one breath, afraid not to have the nerve to open his heart to Beau, to tell him how he really felt deep inside. Now that he had put out everything, he took a deep breath… and immediately held it when Beau stood up tall and his expression changed to restrained anger. “Is that so?” – the man said, with a cold tone. “You come here, wasting my time, trying to push me around like a puppet? Telling me what I should and shouldn’t do? Well, think twice, kid!”. As always, Rowan couldn’t stand being addressed to as ‘kid’ and stood up: “I’m not a k…”.

“Shut up, kid!” – Beau interrupted him, harshly – “I don’t remember to have given you permission to speak!”. He grabbed Rowan by his arm and dragged him next to the bed. “Strip naked!” – he ordered, and Rowan looked at him without really grasping what was happening. “Don’t make me tell you again!” – the man barked, pointing a menacing finger at him.

Rowan took off his clothes in seconds and stood naked in front of the blond boss. Beau was unsure, not knowing how far he could push Rowan, but then he decided to take some risks. “On the bed, face down! Spread eagled!” – he ordered, and Rowan immediately complied.

He opened a drawer and took some cuts of soft ropes, and quickly secured Rowan’s limbs to the four bedposts: he was immobilized and helpless, in the same position his stepfather forced him when he wanted to punish him. When Kale recounted him that part of Rowan’s confession, both had wet eyes, thinking at the hideous punishment Rowan had been subjected to. And now he was about to re-enact that punishment, and it repulsed him. But he soldiered on, he had to.

He moved to the bedside, where Rowan could see him, and started to undress. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall on the floor, and then took off his tank. He brushed his hand over his chest, pinching his own nipples, while with the other hand he groped the growing bulge in his pants.

“You like what you see, uh, kid?” – he said with a lascivious, vulgar tone – “but you ain’t seen nothing yet…”. He opened the fly of his pants and let them fall on the ground. He stepped out of them and got closer to Rowan’s face, massaging his hard cock still trapped into his boxer briefs. “I know you want it, kid…” – he growled, lowering his underwear slowly, inch by inch, until his big uncut cock sprang free.

~ A dreadful punishment ~

Rowan whined softly, looking at the blond naked man, beautiful as a god, but menacing as a devil. “I’ll teach you not to mess around with a man like me! I’ll give you the punishment you deserve!” – Beau threatened the guy, moving out of his sight. Unseen by Rowan, he took a large amount of lubricant and greased up his cock thoroughly, and then kneeled on the bed, behind the bound guy.

Rowan, by now, was trembling with fear. His mind flashed back to those times when his stepfather tied him like that, and then punished him by savagely shred to pieces his tender ass with his big, hard cock, yelling obscenities at him. He tried to turn the head to look at Beau, to feel reassured that he wasn’t his stepfather, but the man was just a faceless threatening voice behind him. “I’ll split that tiny ass of yours in two…” – Beau hissed, leaning over to the bound guy and pinning him down with his weight. His long cock was buried between his buttocks and rested on the trembling puckered hole.

The guy thrashed around, trying unsuccessfully to get free. “Please, sir… No, please…” – he pleaded, with a small voice at first, and then in a crescendo of desperation: “No, sir! I beg you, don’t do it! I’ll be a good boy, Daddy, I promise! Daddy, no… Please, Daddy, it hurts… No… NO!”

Rowan gritted his teeth, waiting for the well-known unbearable pang of pain, but felt a light, tender kiss on the nape of his neck and a gentle whisper in his ear: “I love you, Rowan”.

“AAAAAHHH!!” – Rowan cried out when Beau entered him with exquisite gentleness, and it wasn’t a scream of pain: he just couldn’t hold the overwhelming relief and love that suddenly had filled his heart and mind.

The sweetness of Beau’s loving penetration contrasted so much with the pain his stepfather used to inflict him that Rowan was blown away. His demons, that were already taking possession of his mind, were shattered away by the tidal wave of affection and love that Beau was pouring onto him.

The man eased his cock gently, in and out, massaging the tender depths of Rowan’s ass, sending jolts of exquisite pleasure through his spine. At each thrust, the long cock sunk deeper, brushing against the guy’s prostate and titillating his inner sphincter.

“You’re mine, kid, you can’t get away, I can do whatever I want with you…” – Beau said, but the threatening words were spoken with a loving tone. “I own your ass, I own your body, you only exist to give me pleasure…”

Rowan couldn’t do anything but whine, while one by one his painful memories and the hatred phrases his stepfather growled into his ear crumbled to pieces, under the shattering blows of Beau’s gentle, slow thrusts.

Beau pushed his cock deeper, until his cock rested firmly on the guy’s inner sphincter, and said with tender voice: “You feel it, kid? Forget the pain, forget the past. From now, this is what you’ll feel every time…”.  With a sharp thrust he pushed his cock over the tight ring and broke into Rowan’s deepest cavity, and then started massaging the tender lining with short strokes, sending jolts of pure pleasure throughout the guy’s trembling body.

Rowan started sobbing. “I’m yours, sir… I belong to you, sir… Do whatever you want with me!”

The man went on fucking the sensitive ass for a long time, and then backed up and pulled out. Rowan whined and rose his hips as high as he could, hoping to prolong the sweet sensation, but he felt the ropes around his ankles to loosen up, immediately followed by the ones tying his wrists.

Beau helped the guy flip around to face him. “I want to see you beautiful face writhing with pleasure” – he said, raising the guy’s sinewy legs and burying again his rod deep into his hot chute – “because from now on this is what you will feel every time you make love: only tender, exquisite pleasure.”

The thrusts became more powerful and the pace ramped up. Rowan looked with wide eyes the blond god rising and falling over him and dug his fingers into his bulging pecs. “Aaaahh… Aaaahh!” – the guy moaned, when the pressure in his groin raised to unbearable levels. “I need to cum, sir…! Please, let me cum, sir!!” – he pleaded, and Beau replied softly: “I’m here with you, boy… Let it go! Cum for me, kid!” 

Rowan felt like he was about to explode, his balls tightened up to the base of his cock, that swelled wildly… but he couldn’t cum! For too many years he had to force himself not to cum under the assaults of his stepfather and now that he wanted to give in to passion and let go… he realized he couldn’t do it!

With a loud moan of repressed lust and disappointment for his inability to enjoy a hands-free orgasm, he took his cock in his hand and started jacking it off. It took him just a couple strokes to let the floodgates open: “Nnnnghh!! I’m coming, sir!! Aaaaghh!!” – he moaned, locking his gaze into Beau’s deep blue eyes. “Here it comes, boy!” – Beau echoed, at the peak of his climax, looking deeply into Rowan’s almost black eyes – “Yes! Owww… Oui! Ça vient!!”.

Both bodies shook wildly under the pressure of the massive ejaculations. Rowan felt his ass flooded with the blond boss’ hot juice, felt his own sperm inundate his chest and drip to the sides, and sunk into a delightful delirium. But he never averted his gaze from his lover.

Rowan lowered all the barriers and opened his soul to Beau, but this time it was different. Looking into Beau’s eyes Rowan felt overwhelmed by his affection, his respect, his powerful and dominant manliness. He felt safe in his strong arms and knew that that beautiful blond god would protect him from any danger. He felt totally, completely loved.

“I love you so much, sir!” – Rowan screamed, losing himself into Beau’s deep blue eyes, and the blond man replied, in the heat of the moment: “I love you too, Rowan! Like I’ve never loved anyone!”

When the massive orgasms finally trailed off, they crushed exhausted into each other’s arms, panting, and slowly drifted into a deep sleep. The room was dark and Rowan was sleeping, deeply nested into Beau’s strong arms, with a contented smile on his face.

He hadn’t even realized that the sun had long set into the ocean. This time, his stepfather couldn’t come to him at sunset, nor he would ever do so any more.

Kale was aghast, he couldn’t breathe and he felt like someone had stabbed him in his heart. He had climbed to the attic to see why Beau was late for dinner, and before he could knock on the door, those words had pierced him like scorching needles: ‘I love you too, Rowan! Like I’ve never loved anyone!’.

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 22, ~ Unforgiveable sin ~
[2] See Chapter 17, ~ Ancient Sioux… magic ~
[3] See Chapter 9, ~ The moment has come ~
[4] See Chapter 4, ~ Rowan is not alone any more ~
[5] See Chapter 2, ~ A gifted mouth ~
[6] See Chapter 14, ~ Lustful curiosity ~
[7] See chapter 4, ~ Love conquers all ~
[8] See Chapter 16, ~ Two helpless captives ~
[9] See chapter 10, ~ A trial of trust ~
[10] See Chapter 21, ~ An unexpected visit ~

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(End of chapter 25 – Please proceed to Chapter 26)