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, a 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. One night Beau, masterfully mixing love and dominance, helps Rowan overcome his greatest fears: surrendering to an older man and staying indoors after sunset. Kale’s jealousy explodes. In a restless night, the Hawaiian remembers the French Riviera and Paris, where Beau made him embrace his true nature; then, embittered, he harshly confronts Rowan, who runs away from the Cove. When Kale realizes that it was his jealousy, and not Rowan, to make Beau's love fade, he’s devastated and submits to a terrible self-punishment: he hopes to gain back Beau's love, but Beau gets hurt even more. In a last, risky attempt to save their love, Beau flies with Kale to Scotland, to Applecross House; there, they both have a hard time dealing with their inner feelings and the House itself, but in the end Kale finds a way to rekindle his love with Beau. They’re helped by Brennan, a young valet that inspires such a deep affection to Beau that he takes him as his boy. 

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

At the Cove, while waiting for Beau and Kale to come back from Scotland, Rowan spends his time at the in-house gym, where he meets Stewart. The airman teaches to the guy a very important lesson: to respect, worship and love himself. Grateful, Rowan returns the favour, enacting for Stewart a very hot fantasy.

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 ≈ ANOTHER STEP IN ROWAN’S JOURNEY ≈ 

~ Life at the Cove ~

With Beau and Kale far away from home, at the Cove things were going on as on autopilot. The men went to work in the morning as usual and the boys performed their homely duties as usual:  apparently, life went on smoothly, but the absence of the house leader and the poised counselor was deeply felt by everyone.

While it was true that Beau usually stayed in his room and met the other members of the Cove mostly at meals, his presence in the house was something that everyone took for granted and relied on: he was the deep soul of the Cove. His serene attitude and his gentle manners, coupled with his natural commanding presence and of course his exceptional beauty made everyone look at Beau as the leader of the Cove and the judge of the occasional quarrels… not to mention a hot stud to lust after.

On the other hand, Kale, being a counselor and being naturally inclined to listen to people and give advice, was the one everyone always referred to, in order to ease possible tensions between the Cove members and to soothe intimate struggles. While Kale preferred to stay in the background, leaving the spotlight to Beau, his presence in the house, too, was fundamental.

Together, Beau and Kale were the Cove: they created it together and, as a matter of fact, they led it together since the beginning. And now they both were away, and the Cove tried to go on with its life, but it wasn’t always easy. There was an eerie atmosphere around, a sort of tension that everyone could feel, but no one could clearly understand.

~ The gym ~

One morning, Rowan walked back home, after his usual night shift, thinking to the recent changes in his life. Better, he was focusing on how deeply he had changed the way he lived his life. In fact, at the Cove, not only he had found a physical shelter, but he had been helped to smooth the sharp edges of his troubled lifestyle. The men of the Cove had taught him, by example, the joyful side of sex, the pleasure of surrendering to a loving partner, the need to adopt a relaxed language, the complexity and the richness of social and love bonds. And most of all, thanks to Beau, he had overcome his fear to spend the night indoors [1], which was something that for years had prevented him to live a normal life.

Lately, Rowan pondered, he didn’t feel any more the need to run away from home at sunset, he did not panic any more, evening after evening, fearing to see his stepfather coming home to molest him; and therefore he didn’t feel the need to run desperately on the shore until his legs and his lungs ached for the exertion, nor to take those long nightly swims in the ocean, in the effort to clean himself from the disgusting stench of his stepfather’s sweat and semen [2].

And he didn’t live on the street anymore, either: now he had a comfortable room where to spend his time. But all these wonderful changes in his life had a little drawback: those long runs, those swims and the harsh life on the street had bestowed him with the upper body of a swimmer, the powerful legs of a runner and the flexibility of a gymnast, and now he was afraid to lose the only positive things that that life gave him.

Suddenly Rowan remembered, with a pleasurable twitch in his pants, the morning when he showed off his flexibility to the boys in the gym and then let them play with his body, culminating in a joyful, shattering orgasm [3].

«The gym!» – Rowan thought, entering his room through the basement door – «I need to train in the gym regularly, if I want to keep my body ready for… anything». He didn’t actually know what that ‘anything’ could ever be, but his former life on the streets, since he was a shy and fearful 17-year-old boy, had permanently marked him.

Therefore, as soon as he got home, he headed to the gym. He looked around, at the ample empty room full of state-of-the-art exercise machines and didn’t even where to start. So, he started from the showers. No one would ever hit the shower before a workout, but Rowan had a peculiar attention to hygiene, and the night spent at the quarry had left him covered with dust and dirt.

~ Naked body ~

He moved to the locker room, located in a secluded area of the gym, and got naked. There were big wall mirrors on both sides of the room that reflected his naked sinewy body, but Rowan didn’t even glance at them, as vanity was something he had never known.

He entered the shower and basked in the hot water running down his chest and legs. He soaped himself thoroughly, with particular attention to his manly parts and his ass, but almost without thinking about it. Many men, while showering, indulge in playing with themselves, feel their own body and occasionally masturbate if their own intimate caresses make them aroused. But not Rowan: he was totally uninterested in his own body.

Also, he almost never masturbated. Having suffered for serious abuse during the years of his sexual development had brought him to have a detached relationship with his own sexuality. He never had the chance to really think about it, but for him the sexual arousal was what compelled his stepfather to abuse him, and therefore it was something for him to strictly keep in check, or even to suppress.

He ran his soapy hands over his defined chest, his firm abs, his long muscular legs; and his fingers sneaked into the crack of his ass, behind his balls and around his long cock without feeling a single shiver of pleasure. He peeled the foreskin down his uncut cock, revealing the pink glans, and he carefully soaped and rinsed it, too, without any hint of hard-on.

Any member of the Cove, looking at him showering, would have lusted after his lean, fit body and would have looked with desire at those hands caressing and massaging the defined torso, the bulging ass and the long cock. But not Rowan: he had no interest whatsoever in his own body, hot as it was.

He rinsed himself and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed one of the towels piled on a nearby shelf, moving back to the locker room while drying himself. Again, the image of a hot jock, barely covered by the white towel, reflected by the many mirrors would have aroused anyone, but Rowan’s only interest was to quickly and efficiently dry himself.

When done, he thought that he didn’t have anything suitable to wear for a gym workout. At first, he thought to put on only his underwear, but looking around the locker room he noticed a shelf containing several jockstraps neatly folded; he got closer and brought one of them to his nose: it was freshly washed. «This house is full of surprises…» – he thought, wearing the jockstrap. It wasn’t his size and it fit a bit loose on his narrow hips, but still he felt again that odd sensation coming from having his manhood covered and kept in place while his ass was stark naked.

For a moment, he thought back at the first time he wore a jockstrap, before that hot bondage session he had with Kale, Beau and Charlie, where he experimented for the first time the delicious torment of post-orgasm stimulation and the overwhelming pleasure of being totally helpless and under control of a trustful master [4]. His cock gave signs of life in the loose jockstraps, but Rowan just adjusted it with a quick touch and moved back to the gym.

~ An immodest show ~

He quickly scanned the room and located a gym mat that would have done fine for his needs; he moved it to a corner of the gym, unwilling to perform his exercises in the middle of the room, under the bright lights.

Almost all the walls of the gym were covered with high floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and the corner he had chosen was no exception. Actually, the corner was the spot where the reflections were most intriguing, due to the images reflecting each other in an endless succession, but again Rowan was barely aware of that and gave to the mirrors no more than a fleeting glance.

He stood in the center of the mat, closed his eyes and started a series of bendings, squats, stretchings, push-ups and splits. He felt good, feeling his muscles stretch and flex, for once not in the effort of running away from his demons or defending himself from a prowler, but just for a leisurely gym routine.

Still keeping his eyes closed, he spread his legs wider and wider, until he rested on the mat in a perfect full frontal split. He pushed his hips down until he felt his cock press against the soft mat. He stifled a grin, feeling his manhood starting to slip out of the loose jockstrap. «I need a jockstrap my size, next time» – he thought, glad to be alone in the gym: though he was confident about his body, his natural modesty would have made him feel embarrassed if there was someone looking at him like that, with his legs wide spread, his bare ass in the air and his balls slipping out of the underwear.

He giggled imagining the scene, and he opened his eyes to check his jockstraps; his smile froze, looking in the mirror the reflection of Stewart, silently standing behind him and looking down at him.

He gasped loud and blushed, standing up and quickly repositioning his manhood into the loose jockstraps. He was about to turn around to face Stewart and apologize to him, but the airman said in a soothing voice: “No, wait, stay still”.

Rowan didn’t move, and kept looking at Stewart’s reflection in the mirror. The tanned man was wearing dark green lycra shorts and a tight camouflage gym tank top with a very low neckline that revealed his powerful pecs covered with a thick layer of brown hair. His light brown eyes were looking at Rowan through the mirror with amusement and appreciation… and a hint of lust.

“I saw you concentrated in your exercises and I didn’t want to disturb you…” – the airman said – “I couldn’t help but notice that you do your routine with your eyes closed, and I wonder why, given that the room is literally covered with mirrors…”

“Well…” – Rowan replied, looking at Stewart through the mirror – “…there’s not much to see… I mean… it’s just me, what should I look at?”

~ The jock in the mirror ~

“There’s not ‘just you’ in the mirror, look better…” – the airman said, getting closer to Rowan and standing behind him – “There’s a hot gymnast staring back at you… Look at him and tell me what you see…”

“He’s got a lean body, but with well-defined muscles, nice pecs, ripped abs and long strong legs…” – Rowan replied, tentatively, slowly falling into the fantasy Stewart was conjuring for him. He shifted his weight from foot to foot and continued: “He keeps a fierce stance, a manly attitude, and he looks at me with piercing black eyes that… almost intimidate me!”

“But he’s the one intimidated by you, granted. Does he look like he’s lusting after you?”

“Certainly not” – Rowan stated – “He’s almost defying me, showing off his body, wanting me to lust after him… I mean, look at that loose jockstrap he wears, barely holding his cock… It’s vulgar, almost obscene… For sure,  I won’t fall for him.”

“But he is falling for you. He is in your power, not the other way around. You can make him do whatever you want. Try! Force him to feel pleasure under your eyes, make him scratch his nipple…”

Rowan’s right hand raised to his nipple and he started circling and titillating it with his fingers. A jolt of pleasure ran through his torso to his balls and then up to the cock shaft, that visibly twitched. “Have you noticed it?” – Stewart said, pointing at the jock in the mirror – “He didn’t want to feel pleasure, certainly not in front of you, but you made his cock jump in his underwear. And look at his surprised, almost guilty expression: now he knows that you can do anything to him. Anything!”

The airman had said the last word with emphasis, and Rowan felt powerful, and his cock twitched again. “Yes… I see it!” – he replied – “I can do anything to him … and he likes it! His cock is getting stiffer! He’s eager to be at my mercy!”

“Make him degrade himself…” – Stewart suggested in a lusty, hoarse voice – “Order him to spread his legs under your prying eyes and twist his own nipples… Force him to feel a guilty pleasure, to witness his cock become rock hard against his will, while he shamefully shows off his body and his manhood…!”

Rowan slowly spread his legs, wider and wider, while pinching his nipples; he groaned softly, lowering his hips until he rested on the mat, in a full split position. His cock grew hard in the jockstraps, and again his balls slipped off the loose underwear. A stain of pre-cum appeared on the white fabric.

“Yeah… Look at him, Rowan! Look at his cock! He wouldn’t want to get that aroused, but he can’t help it… Grope his manhood! Make him know who’s in charge!”.  Rowan lowered one hand and took a rough handful of the throbbing cock trapped into the jockstrap. A surge of pleasure shot through his body and more pre-cum drenched the white fabric. “I can see the guilt and the desire in his eyes” – Rowan moaned, while his hand intensified the rough massage – “I could even make him cum!”

“But not now!” – Stewart hastened to say – “Leave him unsatisfied and longing for more…”.  Rowan’s hand stopped. “Make him stand up and turn around”. The guy in the mirror stood up, sporting a huge hard-on, and turned around. “Now spread your legs a bit and bend over. Look through your legs at the jock in the mirror: he’s shamefully spreading his ass for your viewing pleasure. It’s a sight you don’t want to miss!”

~ Domination and love ~

When Rowan did as Stewart had suggested, he gasped seeing the hot jock bent over, with his ass in full display; his puckered hole circled by a tuft of black hair was quivering with anticipation and the loose jockstraps had moved lower, revealing two hefty balls hanging down.

“Look at that!” – Stewart breathed – “His deepest intimacy, his most private sanctuary is in full display, helpless and vulnerable, for you to violate it! Do it… Do it, Rowan! Spit on your fingers and shove them into his unwilling hole!”

Rowan put two fingers in his mouth and then raised his trembling hand between his legs. He tentatively circled the tight anus, massaging it, and then, roughly, he pushed both fingers into it. “Aaahhh!! No… Don’t! It hurts!” – the guy in the mirror cried out – “Please… Please stop! I beg you!”

But Rowan didn’t stop. He felt powerful, while he violated the fierce jock’s intimacy. With a lustful glance in his eyes, he kept shoving his fingers into the tight hole, in and out, rejoicing the guy’s pleas for mercy. Without being instructed by Stewart, he started groping again, with his other hand, the hard cock and the exposed balls. “I’ll force the cum out of you!” – he growled to the jock in the mirror, who started moaning loud, desperately trying to hold his orgasm.

“You’ve broken him, look at his eyes!” – the airman whispered, kneeling close to Rowan – “Have mercy on him, he’s been a good boy… Now stand up and face him.”

Rowan withdrew both hands, rose to a standing position, and turned around to look at the guy. He was blushing for the effort of resisting to the overwhelming pleasure he was forced to feel. “He’s been a good boy” – Stewart repeated – “He deserves a reward. Strip him naked… Caress his body, but lovingly, this time, and jack him off…”

The jockstrap fell on the floor and Rowan’s drooling cock sprang free. With one hand, he caressed his pecs and gently twisted his nipples, while with the other hand he started stroking the long hard cock. “Ooohh… Thank you, sir…” – the guy moaned, arching his back and thrusting forward his hips.

“Feel your body, Rowan” – Stewart said, stepping out of the domination fantasy – Feel your cock in your hand, feel the pleasure you are giving yourself. Look at your hot body, your pecs, your handsome face, your big balls full of cum… You’re such a hot stud, Rowan! That is what you should look at in the mirror…!”

Rowan’s hand flew over his engorged cock. “I’m so close… so close…”

“Do it, Rowan! Make love to yourself! You deserve it!”

“Yes… aaahh… I’m about to cum…” – Rowan said in a hoarse voice, staring deeply into his own eyes, his wide black twin lakes sparkling with desire – “This is for you… I’m cumming for you… AAAGGHH!!!”

Rowan’s cock stiffened even more, his piss slit opened up wide and a powerful jet of semen flew through the air and splatted on the mirror, soon followed by many others. Rowan gazed deep into his own eyes, and for the first time, in an amazing emotional short-circuit he offered his orgasm, his pleasure, his love and all of himself… to himself. While shooting all his man juice, sinking into the raging pleasure, he finally understood that the most important person in his life, the one he owed most and the one he most had to care for, was himself.

From his subconscious populated by the movie characters he loved so much resurfaced the image of a shadowy charming Rupert Everett, in Lord Goring’s elegant clothing, whispering into his ear: “To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance…”

The powerful ejaculation slowly trailed off and he stood for a moment looking at himself in the mirror, panting, with his disheveled hair falling in locks over his face and murmured: “I love you… I love you…” – and slowly everything faded to black.

~ Fantasy for fantasy ~

He came to a couple minutes later and he found himself still standing in front of the mirror, with Stewart’s strong arms around him to support him. He looked at the airman and realized once again how powerful was the magic of the Cove and how wonderful were the men living there.

“Thank you, Stewart” – he said with a feeble voice, still shaken by the powerful orgasm – “You taught me one of the most important lessons I had to learn”. He turned around and threw his arms around him, resting his face over his strong shoulder, and whispered again “Thank you, sir”, shifting as usual from the ‘sir’ to the first name and back again.

Stewart was military, a man of action, and stiffened a bit: “It’s OK, I’m glad to be any help. Now enough with this lovey-dovey stuff…!” – he said, disengaging from Rowan’s arms and stepping back. His tone was a bit rough, but the affectionate smile he was wearing was unmistakable… as well as the hard-on his was nursing in his pants. Apparently, the scene had been as hot for him as it had been for Rowan.

“I think I need another shower…” – Rowan said, shyly, and moved back to the locker room, while the airman started his workout.

The guy showered and dried himself and wore a clean jockstrap, determined to finish his stretching routine. He felt great, thinking back at the incredible fantasy Stewart could conjure for him. «What a wonderful man he is…» – he thought –«Now I understand why Hendrick is so crazily in love with him!»

He went out to the gym and, before heading to his mat, he went near the bench where Stewart was lifting heavy weights. Rowan couldn’t help noticing again the obvious hard-on bulging into his tight lycra pants. Maybe he could do something about it, to return the favour…

“Sir… ehm… I would like to properly thank you for what you’ve done for me…” – Rowan said, looking at the muscular body straining to hold the heavy barbell. Stewart hooked the barbell to its support and sit up on the bench, facing the guy; his crotch was at his eye level and he traced with a finger the bulge held into the clean jockstraps. “I don’t know…” – Stu said, uncertain. He would gladly have fun with Rowan, but he knew about his troubled story and wouldn’t want to make something they both could regret. “I really don’t know…” – he repeated, caressing the guy’s bare ass and looking up at him.

Rowan suddenly remembered the hot story Hendrick told him, about the straight stud named Hank who once had to submit to Stewart’s authority [5]. He flashed a rogue grin and then stepped back, away from the airman’s hands, and stood at attention, looking in front of him. “Permission to speak freely, Sir?” – the guy asked, in a formal military style.

Stewart stood up, amused and intrigued by the unexpected twist in Rowan’s behavior. “Permission granted, soldier!” – he replied in a commanding tone.

“I believe that you being my commander doesn’t grant you the right to sexually molest me, Sir!” – Rowan stated, defiantly – “I’m not into… men, Sir. Your approach is inappropriate and disgusting!”

“Enough, soldier!” – Stewart yelled, gladly delving in to Rowan’s fantasy – “This is insubordination! I could throw you out of the Air Force for this!”

Rowan withered and looked at Stewart in horror: “Please sir… I’m begging you, don’t throw me out… I have a wife and two kids to feed! I’ll do anything… anything…”

“Hmm… We’ll see how much you’re willing to do, to save your job… Stand at attention and don’t make the slightest move or you’re out!” – the commander barked, and turned around the guy, standing behind his back. Abruptly, he let his hand slide into the guy’s underwear and unceremoniously groped his manhood, roughly fondling his limp cock and hanging balls. Holding the soldier by his cock and his shoulders, he forced him to turn his body so to face the high mirror and rejoiced his expression of discomfort.

~ A rookie violated ~

He then withdrew his hands and grabbed the jockstrap, pulling it down to the ankles with a sharp tug, and making the guy’s cock and balls bounce free. As soon as the soldier had stepped out of his underwear, Stewart hugged him from behind and pressed his erection, trapped into the lycra pants, against the guy’s bare ass. He twisted his nipple with one hand and stroked his cock with the other, uttering vulgar appreciations for the guy’s endowment: “Nice big balls you have, soldier! And look at that meat! We have prime beef here…”

“Sir… Sir, please…” – Rowan whined, totally committing to the role of the straight married soldier forced to endure a disgusting harassment from another man. “This is… wrong, sir…”

“Shut up, soldier!” – the commander barked – “I can do whatever I want with you, and you will let me!”.  With his rough ministration, Stewart quickly brought Rowan to a roaring hard-on. “Good… I see you like it…” – he said lasciviously, grinning at the soldier’s mortified expression. “Now lie on the bench and hold your legs up! I want you to offer me your virgin ass!”

The guy slowly moved next to the bench, pleading: “Sir… please, not my ass… I’m a man, sir…”

“Don’t make me repeat my orders, soldier! Down on the bench and thrust up your ass!”.  Rowan lay down on the bench and raised his legs, exposing his ass to his commander’s eyes; he looked sideways at the mirror and saw himself lying in a humiliating position, offering his vulnerable ass to his unmerciful commander.

“Remember, soldier: one move and you’re out!” – Stewart warned, and then spat on his hand and roughly shoved two wet fingers into the quivering man hole. “AAAHH!! Sir, no!! It hurts so much! Aaah! I beg you, sir, stop it!”

“Shut the fuck up!!” – Stewart yelled – “What are you, a sissy? You’re a soldier, goddammit! Take it like a man!”.  The fingers went on ravaging the tender hole, mercilessly, sneaking deeper at each thrust. Earlier, Rowan could insert in his own ass no more than a half of his fingers, but now his commander was furiously finger-fucking him deeply, battering his prostate and sending waves of unwelcome pleasure through his spine and to his drooling cock.

The image that both men could see in the mirror was totally pornographic, with the young rookie holding his own legs up and apart with a distressed and shameful expression, while his commander furiously finger-fucked him with a devious smirk on his face. “I wonder what would say your wife if she was here to see her man like this!” – Stewart said, to add to the soldier’s humiliation – “But don’t worry, soldier, the security cameras are recording every detail: I’ll send her the video footage…”

“Oh, no, sir!! Don’t do it, please!” – Rowan cried out, with wet eyes – “Do whatever you want to me, but don’t tell my wife!”

“Whatever I want, uh?” – the commander said, with a lustful smirk – “OK, soldier, stand up! In front of the mirror, legs apart and hands over your head! NOW!”

Rowan jumped off the bench and assumed the position. His cock was hard and throbbing for the intense prostate stimulation. Stewart ripped away his tank top and quickly stepped out of his tight pants, making his cock finally spring free in all his menacing thickness. He stood behind the rookie, wanking his own cock and staring at him through the mirror. His voice was a growl: “Get ready for the ride of your life, soldier…”

~ The ultimate humiliation ~

Rowan looked at the thick, veiny cock with wide eyes. His voice cracked when he said: “You can’t… Sir, please, this is against nature… I’ve never… I’m virgin, sir!”

“Of course you are, my wonderful, sexy, homophobic stud…” – Stewart mused, brushing his cock against the guy’s bare ass – “But I’m afraid soon you won’t be any more. Not only I’ll pop your cherry, but I’ll make you cum like never before, proving you are nothing more than a slut hungry for a real man’s cock!”

Stewart spat several times on his cock, wetting it thoroughly, parted the guy’s ass cheeks with his hands and pointed his cock to the quivering hole. Rowan braced himself, looking with pleading eyes at his commander through the mirror, but he just said: “Here it comes, boy…” and shoved his hard meat inside.

“AAARGGHH!” – Rowan screamed, simulating a pain he was not really feeling – “Your cock is killing meeee… AAAGH!!”

“What about the ‘sir’, soldier?” – Stewart barked, pacing up his pounding – “You’re going to get punished for your disrespect!”.  Stewart’s cock became a jackhammer digging into the tender ass deeper and deeper. With one strong arm he held the rookie in position by his waist, while with the other hand he pinched and twisted his nipples, making him groan loud.

“Look at you, moaning like a bitch” – Stu said, rejoicing the guilty and mortified expression on the young soldier’s face – “Do you fuck your wife like this? Can you make her squeal with pleasure like you’re doing now?”

He moved his free hand to Rowan’s hard cock and started wanking it in earnest. The guy knew he couldn’t resist much longer and started sobbing: “Please sir, don’t make me cum this way! Not this way! I beg you sir…! You’ve already broken me, you totally own me, have mercy! Don’t make me cum with a cock in my ass, like a slut!”

Stewart’s pounding became frantic and his fist tightened even more around the rookie’s cock and he whispered in his ear: “Look at yourself in the mirror, while I fuck the cum out of you, slut!”

Rowan stared at himself and saw a virile, married young man completely degraded, fucked in the ass by a huge cock and on the verge of a guilty, shameful orgasm. “Stop, sir! No! Oowwww… No, no!! Don’t… AAAAAGGHH!!!”

Rowan’s orgasm exploded, and with it, his powerful anal contractions that forcefully threw Stewart over the edge: “Fuck! Fuck yeah! Here it comes, boy! NNNNGGHH!!”

While cumming wildly, Rowan averted his gaze from himself and locked eyes with Stewart, opening his soul to him like he’d done with the other men and boys of the Cove. Stewart opened his eyes wide, sinking into the sincere, loving, passionate gaze of the pale guy looking back at him through the mirror. He could see Rowan’s inner feelings, his fears rooted in his past and his hopes for the future, his thankful devotion for him and the mind-blowing pleasure spreading through his body and mind.

And then, the images blurred while the last drops of man juice spurted from their cocks, and again Rowan felt his legs give way and Stewart’s strong, loving arms supporting him in a tight, comforting hug.

When he reopened his eyes, he was lying on his back over Stewart’s hot, sweating body. He still felt his big cock deeply nested into his ass. “Are you still inside me, sir?” – he murmured – “It feels wonderful… if this doesn’t sound too lovey-dovey, sir…!”

Stewart burst in laughter: “You’re something else, Rowan! What a great fantasy!” – he said, moving to stand up – “Fuck the workout, we already had more than our share of action… Come, let’s hit the showers!”

Rowan stood up and headed to the locker room with Stewart. Entering the communal shower, the guy looked at the tanned man and said: “We’re going to shower only, aren’t we, sir? My limit is two orgasms in a row…”.  And the shower tiled walls echoed for their loud laughs.

~ The Boy’s Court ~

After the third shower of the day, Rowan was squeaky clean and headed to his room, badly needing to sleep. «I hope my workouts at the gym won’t be like this every day, I won’t survive…» – he thought, giggling while he slowly climbed down to the basement.

He opened the door to his room and was surprised to see all the three boys there, clearly waiting for him. Chayton was sitting on the low bed, alone, with his eyes on the floor, while Charlie and Hendrick were sitting on two crates placed in front of him, looking at him with accusing eyes. The boys had placed a third crate between them, obviously for Rowan to sit on it.

“Hey, buddies, what’s happening here? It looks like a trial…”

“It is” – Charlie replied, looking with severity at Chayton – “When a man does something wrong, the Court of the men judges him upstairs; but when the culprit is a boy… the Boy’s Court gathers here in the basement”.

“If this is a trial…” – Rowan said, sitting on the empty crate – “shouldn’t he be proved guilty, before calling him ‘the culprit’?”

“But I am guilty, sir” – Chayton murmured, looking at Rowan – “No need to prove me guilty, I am… self-compressed!”.  Rowan giggled: “It’s self-confessed, Chayton. In this case, you could tell me yourself what happened and why the Boy’s Court is now in session.”

“I’ve hurt Charlie…” – Chayton replied, lowering again his eyes to the ground – “…almost”.  Rowan stifled a smile. “OK, if you confess you’ve hurt Charlie… almost, I’d say this Court should find you guilty… almost. And of course you will be punished appropriately … almost!”

Despite the tense atmosphere, Rowan’s words made all the boy smile. They looked at each other trying to stifle their laughter but they couldn’t hold themselves. When the laughs trailed off, Chayton stood up and went to Charlie and said: “Buddy, I’m so sorry, I had no intention of doing it… Can you forgive me?”

Charlie smiled wide and threw his arms around his friend: “Of course I forgive you! I’ve forgiven you the moment you’ve sit down on the bed and looked at me with puppy eyes!”

“I didn’t look at you with puppy eyes!” – Chayton exclaimed. “You did, you did!” – Charlie replied, and they laughed again, walking to the door with their arms thrown over each other’s shoulders.

When the door closed behind them, Rowan looked at Rick, amused and puzzled: “Apparently, the first session of the Boy’s Court didn’t go very well… I’m glad that everything’s fine now, anyway, because I badly need to sleep, I’m exhausted. But… what happened exactly between Chayton and Charlie?”

Rick looked at Rowan with loving eyes: “You’re wonderful, you know? Look at how you’ve managed this situation. Half an hour ago those two were swearing they wouldn’t even talked to each other anymore, and now they’re laughing together and probably making peace… their way! Now you’d better sleep. When you wake up, I’ll tell you everything… almost!”

Both guys burst in laughter, waving goodbye to each other. Rick went upstairs and Rowan lay on the bed, thinking back at the hilarious first session of the Boy’s Court. He didn’t focus on one meaningful particular, though: the boys had reserved to him the ‘president’ seat. As a matter of fact, in that little society divided in senior men and boys, Rowan was… something in between. The boys considered him one of them, like the eldest of the boys; but the men, too, considered him one of them, even asking him to administer the punishments; and he himself often called the men by name, and not addressing them as ‘sir’ like the boys always did.

As for the very first session of the Boy’s Court – Rowan pondered while his eyes were slowly closing – in all likelihood the mysterious quarrel between Chayton and Charlie was no more than a little accident. «God I love those boys…» – the guy thought, smiling, and then he quickly drifted into a restful sleep.

But he surely wouldn’t have slept so soundly if he’d knew that in a few days the Boy’s Court would have been in session again, to judge a much more serious crime…

~ A long weekend begins ~

Barry stirred lazily in his bed. He usually got up much earlier in the morning, but it was Saturday and he lingered in the bed, enjoying the warm sun flowing through the ample window looking East.

A smile full of anticipation appeared on his face, thinking that Kale and Beau were due to come back later in the morning. While it was more than true that Barry had an overactive sexuality (‘He first fucks and then says hi’, the other men joked about him), he also had a tender heart – something he strenuously tried to hide to anyone, including himself.

For sure, he had a soft spot for the boys: everyone knew that he would beat to pulp anyone trying to hurt Charlie, Chayton, Rick… or Rowan, whom he instinctively included in the number of the boys, despite him being almost thirty.

But he had a soft spot for Kale, too. That exotic, poised man had a wild side that always fascinated him, and his special way to submit totally to him, helplessly, to the point of suffering without even complain… moved something inside him, and for once it wasn’t (only) his beer-can thick cock.

He pictured in his mind Kale’s tanned and firm body, muscular without being bulky, the body of a surfer, and once again his mouth distended in a smile full of expectations. That morning there was something in the air, he could almost smell sex around him; or more probably his drowsy mind, while he was slowly waking up, had recorded in his subconscious Rowan’s and Stewart’s moans of pleasure coming from the gym, located right under his suite.

He didn’t feel horny, but his skin tingled, and the light brush of the bed sheets on his swollen nipples sent little shivers of pleasure to his groin. «Soon he’ll be back, and then…» – he thought, impatient to hold again Kale into his strong arms. It was the first time since his arrival at the Cove that Kale was away, and he’d never realized how much the handsome counselor was important for him.

«…and then…» – he repeated in his mind, lazily rolling face down on the soft bed and slowly falling asleep again.

Yes, Kale and Beau would soon be back home, and Barry shivered with anticipation for a weekend full of sex and love. But Barry’s expectations were going to be badly disappointed. A tidal wave was about to break into the Cove, in the innocent guise of a Scottish boy named Brennan…

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 25, ~ A dreadful punishment ~
[2] See Chapter 1, ~ Run away! ~
[3] See Chapter 14, ~ Hot gymnastics ~
[4] See Chapter 16, ~ Two helpless captives ~
[5] See Chapter 20, ~ Stewart’s secret ~

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(End of chapter 30 – Please proceed to Chapter 31)