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. In a last, risky attempt to save their love, Beau flies with Kale to Scotland, to Applecross House; there, they find a way to rekindle their love, helped by Brennan, a young valet that inspires such a deep affection to Beau that he takes him as his boy. Back at the Cove, Brennan lets the boys fuck him roughly, and this makes Beau’s anger explode. 

Synopsys

The Cove is shaken to its roots, to the point that its very existence is put at a stake. Will Beau find the inner strength to face a trial and submit to a punishment? Or will he disband the Cove? While upstairs the men try to keep the Cove alive, in the basement the boys solve the quarrel in a much sweeter way. And then, as a punishment for Beau, Brennan has the chance to live one of his wildest fantasies!

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 ≈ A TSUNAMI HITS THE COVE ≈ 

~ A guilty boy ~

Kale held tight the trembling Brennan, still naked, patiently waiting for his sobs to sag. Charlie and Chayton had roughly spit-roasted the inexpert boy, hurting him physically and emotionally, and when he saw his master Beau arguing furiously with Alex and Wahkan, he had run away terrorized.

“Shh… Shh… Everything will be fine… Don’t worry, everything will soon be fine…” – the counselor kept repeating, but he was trying to convince himself, more than the boy.

When Alex and Beau had stormed in his room, following Brennan, Kale had seen their irate faces, had sensed the tension between them, and knew that the storm had broken over the Cove. If the Hawaiian had known that in that moment Wahkan was lying unconscious on the floor of Beau’s attic, due to the punch he got from the muscled boss, he would have been even more worried.

Slowly, Brennan’s desperate cry turned to ragged sighs and he let Kale go. He stepped back, keeping his eyes to the floor, and said: “It was entirely my fault, sir…”

“Your fault… what?” – Kale asked with soothing voice – “What happened? No need to rush, take your time and tell me everything, starting from the beginning”.

They sat on the bed and Brennan told to the counselor about his chat with Chayton and Charlie, the stupid bragging about his sexual experience, his inconsiderate idea to let the older boys fuck him both ends, making them believe he could take it.

“I… I didn’t know it could be so harsh and painful, sir! Charlie and Chayton are not to blame, it was I who asked them to fuck me! But then, when they started pounding hard their cocks into my ass and my throat, I felt… don’t know…” – his voice cracked and started sobbing again – “…I felt a cheap slut, sir! My aunt was right, I’m a gille-tòine!”

“You heard Beau!” – Kale hastened to say – “We don’t want to hear that word ever more! And anyway, you are not… that thing, or you wouldn’t be this distraught! But how come Charlie and Chayton didn’t realize you were suffering?”

“They did, sir!” – Brennan exclaimed – “But only when I ran away in tears… While they were fucking me I… ehm… couldn’t even scream, not to mention speak… Oh, sir, they are not to blame! I don’t want them to get punished! I’m the one who deserve a punishment, sir…”

“You won’t be punished, Brennan” – Kale said softly – “You made a mistake and you already paid hard for the consequences. We all learn new lessons day by day, and sometimes we learn them the hard way. Now, tell me about Beau and Alex: why were they so upset?”

“Alex and that man… the Sioux… came up to the attic to talk to Beau, and he got furious with them. Beau… ehm… punched hard the Sioux on his face and he felt to the floor, stunned. I was so scared, sir! When I saw he wasn’t moving, I ran away!”

“Wahkan?! Beau knocked him out?!” – Kale exclaimed, alarmed, jumping off the bed, but soon he stopped and turned around to look at the boy: “Brennan, can I leave you here alone? Maybe you should get under the bedsheets, if you don’t mind my bed being still undone…”

“Oh, I actually like it, sir!” – the boy replied with a faint smile, sneaking under the crumpled sheets – “The bed still smells… of you!”

Kale smiled tenderly at the boy and then turned around, heading to the door, afraid of what he would have found behind it.

~ The Cove is disbanded ~

Kale went out to the corridor and heard Beau and Alex arguing downstairs, but he ignored them and fled to the attic. When he opened the door, he saw Wahkan trying to get up, pressing a hand on the left side of his face.

“Wahkan! My god, let me help you!” – the counselor exclaimed, helping him sitting on the bed. When the Sioux lowered his hand, Kale could see a large bruise on his cheekbone, just under the left eye.

“I don’t understand… I’ve never seen Beau act this way!” – Kale said with an anguished tone. He knew how proud was the Native American and feared a hostile reaction that could shatter the delicate balance of the Cove, already shaken to its roots. The Hawaiian placed his hand over the man’s arm and pleaded: “I’m so sorry, Wahkan! Please, don’t be too angry with Beau! You have any right to seek revenge on him, but please, don’t! I’m asking… I’m begging you not to do it!”

Wahkan listened to Kale’s heartfelt plea and a serene smile spread on his face. “You don’t need to teach me that violence is not a solution, man” – the wise Sioux said, calmly – “And anyway I’d never say ‘no’ to you! But I’m concerned about Alex, and above all for Beau, he just lost…”

He couldn’t end the sentence, because the door crashed open and Beau stormed in like a raging bull. “Here you are!” – he shouted, pointing a finger at Wahkan.

“Beau! Calm down!” – Kale said with stern voice – “Where is Alex?”

“I don’t fucking care where he is, as long he’s not in my house!” – Beau exclaimed – “I threw him out, along with that brutish boy of his!”

“You did WHAT??!” – the counselor screamed, in total shock, realizing that it wasn’t just a storm rocking the boat: a Tsunami was about to sweep away the entire Cove! Beau barely noticed Kale’s reaction and turned his fiery glare to Wahkan: “And you’re the next! I want you and your young rapist out of this house in one hour!”

Wahkan, without a word, rose from the bed and looked at Beau disdainfully. He moved to the door but Kale held him back: “Wait, don’t go!” – he said to the man. “I have to” – the Sioux replied – “and not because of his order. As you can see yourself, the Cove does not exist anymore.”

“NO!” – Kale shouted, and got closer to Beau, looking straight at him, trembling for the tension. He sank into his deep blue eyes, as he’d done so many times, and what he found gave him hope. “You have always trusted my judgment. Do you still trust me?” – the counselor asked with strained voice to his blond lover, who nodded. “And you know I love you more than my own life, don’t you?”.  “I do” – Beau replied briefly.

“And still” – Kale concluded, with a struggling tone that hit Beau deep in his heart – “if you throw Alex and Wahkan out of this house, I will go away, too, because you are not anymore the man I used to know and love.”

Beau faltered: “No, man… Don’t put me between the devil and the deep sea! What do you want me to do? To live under the same roof with… this man?” – he said, pointing at Wahkan.

“I only ask you to submit to the same rules you have stated yourself, and all the men of the Cove have adopted so far” – Kale stated – “You have to face a trial, and if you are found guilty, you can decide to willingly submit to your penance, or shut down the Cove… and us.”

Beau’s head was reeling. Just thinking about losing Kale forever made his heart ache and took his breath away. “I will” – he breathed, crashing exhausted on  chair – “Now leave me alone…”

~ The Boy’s Court gathers ~

Kale picked up from the floor the clothes that Brennan dropped earlier and went back to his room, where the boy was waiting into his bed. “Here, take these clothes and get dressed” – he said to the Scottish boy – “and then go to the basement to Rowan’s room. We men have to… talk”.

Brennan got quickly dressed and ran downstairs. When he entered the basement room, he was surprised to see Chayton and Charlie sitting on Rowan’s bed, while Rowan and Rick were sitting on empty crates placed in front of them.

The boy got closer, nervous, looking at Rowan. Apart from the brief introduction upon his arrival at the Cove, Brennan had no chance to talk with the guy, who overawed him.

Rowan turned to Brennan, pointed politely to an empty crate and said in a formal tone: “Come in, Brennan, we were about to call for you. Please, take a seat”. Brennan stared at him, motionless, while his shyness turned to awe for the older guy: his pale skin that dramatically contrasted with the raven black long hair, his gentle manners, his deep voice and his magnetic eyes made the boy’s heart skip a beat, and he stood there for a moment, unable to move, admiring Rowan’s beautiful, fascinating features.

“Wh… What’s happening here, sir?” – the Scottish boy then asked, uncertain, instinctively addressing Rowan as ‘sir’, while sitting on the crate. He looked at the two boys sitting on the bed, who were keeping their eyes to the floor with an anguished expression on their faces and his heart went out to them.

“The Boy’s Court is in session, Brennan” – Rowan replied in a matter-of-fact tone – “to judge Charlie and Chayton for what they’ve done to you. And if they’re proven guilty, they will undergo a punishment that will fit their crime”. Brennan gasped in alarm and said, trying to keep a formal tone, suitable for a trial: “Sir, I believe that the defendants cannot be found guilty of any crime, as I’m the only aggrieved party, and I’m not going to accuse them. You can’t blame them for what they’ve done, sir, for they didn’t know they were hurting me”.

Chayton and Charlie looked at Brennan with eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and guilt; they stood up and said, overlapping each other: “But we’ve hurt you nevertheless!” “Yes, we want to make amend for that!” “We deserve a rightful punishment!” “Absolutely! We forced you into something you didn’t want, and now it’s your turn to do to us whatever you want!” “Yes! You surely want to fuck us in the ass!”

Rowan stifled a smile, noticing the growing sparkle of excitement and lust in the boy’s eyes: they wanted to be ‘punished’! He turned to Rick, sitting next to him, and made him giggle when he murmured: “Apparently, the second session of the Boy’s Court won’t be any better than the first!” [1]

Charlie had a sudden change of expression and asked to Brennan: “But… have you ever… I mean… fucked anyone?”.  A tense silence fell on the room and all the eyes turned to Brennan, who blushed all over his face. The boy had learned the lesson, and this time he didn’t want to lie, so he lowered his eyes, embarrassed, and shook his head.

Rowan felt a rush of affection for the inexperienced boy and asked him, with tender voice: “And would you like to do it?”.  This time, Brennan nodded excited, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and anxiety. “And who would you like to fuck?” – Rowan asked, looking at Charlie and Chayton, who stood still, waiting for the boy’s choice.

Both of them were a bit anxious, but for different reasons: while Charlie, who was always insecure about his sex-appeal, was ardently hoping to be the chosen one, Chayton, who always struggled to assert his top role, definitely hoped not to be chosen.

May it be for the different expressions of the boy’s faces, or Charlie’s more joyful attitude, Brennan looked at the boys and said: “Charlie… but only if he wants, too!”

Charlie’s excited reply was… rather visual, as he smiled wide and quickly stripped naked; he jumped on the bed, on his back, and raised his legs, offering his eager ass to the Scottish boy. Brennan stiffened, tense, and Rowan intervened: “No, no, Charlie, come here. This is too a beautiful thing to rush”. When Charlie got closer, the older guy whispered in his ear: “Brennan needs your guidance, your support. He needs to take his time. You have a great responsibility, Charlie: make this an unforgettable experience for him”.

“And now…” – Rowan added in a louder voice looking at Chayton and Hendrick – “…we’ll leave these two young lovers alone. This is an important moment for both of them, and they need their privacy”.

He pushed the two reluctant boys to the stairs door and they all got out… but Rowan did not close completely the door. He put his finger on his lips and the three of them silently turned around to peek through the chink.

~ Brennan’s first time ~

When (seemingly) alone, Charlie got closer to Brennan, looked at him and placed his hand on his cheek. That simple gesture made the anxious Scottish boy relax, and an uncertain smile appeared on his face.

“Just two important things…” – Charlie said in a low voice – “First, you do only what you feel to do; and second, don’t worry about hurting me: my ass is well trained!”. They both giggled, and then Charlie, who was already naked, started stripping the other boy. By the time Brennan’s underwear fell on the floor, Charlie was fully hard, but the other guy’s cock was still limp.

“Nervous?” – he asked to the Scottish. “A little…” – was the feeble reply – “Before we begin, may I… just look at you?”. “You can do more than just look” – Charlie said with an urchin grin, lying on the bed with his arms behind his head and a foot on the floor – “Come here… You can look, touch, twist, lick and even bite, if you like…!”

Brennan’s eye flashed with a sudden lust, and his cock visibly twitched. He got on the bed and started caressing Charlie’s whole body, sneaking his fingers into his most intimate recesses, tenderly kissing his skin and gently twisting his nipples. The new experience of having a male body completely at his disposal was thrilling for the Scottish boy, and his cock quickly rose to full mast.

Afraid to lose momentum, Brennan quickly raised Charlie’s legs and pressed his dry cock on his sphincter: in his inexperience, he didn’t think to the importance of using lubricant. Charlie gently stopped him and said: “I can take it even dry, but if you use a little lubricant, it’s much more pleasurable for both of us…”

Brennan gasped, realizing he had made a mistake. He quickly backed up and… lost his erection. A mortified expression appeared on his face: “I’m sorry… I… I don’t know…”

“Shh… Everything’s fine” – Charlie said in a soothing tone – “I’m actually glad it happened, because now I can do this…”.  He stood sitting, leaned to Brennan’s crotch and gulped down his entire limp cock along with his balls. Charlie was in his natural element, now: oral sex was definitely his expertise, and he knew tricks that could surprise even the most seasoned patrons at the Mighty Stud [2].

His tongue danced sensually on the cock and the balls, sneaking between them, titillating the glans and rolling the round testicles one by one. Brennan let out a short scream of surprise, soon followed by low moans of pleasure: what Charlie was doing to him was so… intimate and exciting! He felt his cock regaining his youthful vigor, and soon Charlie had to let go his grip on the balls and concentrate on the growing rod.

Again, the experienced boy used up all his tricks to arouse his buddy so much that he wouldn’t ever lose again his stiffness. At one point, Charlie recoiled, looking at the throbbing cock with a justifiable pride, and reached to his own jeans, lying near the bed. From a pocket, he took a small tube of lubricant a squeezed a large glob of slimy fluid from it. With loving care, he smeared it all over Brennan’s cock, rejoicing his moans, and then reclined on the bed and raised his legs.

“I want you so bad…” – he growled, in an effort to boost Brennan’s confidence – “Let me feel that big rod of yours…”

Brennan, once more, leaned forward and pressed his greased cock against Charlie’s sphincter. When he felt the tight hole relax and open up, he increased the pressure, while his heart played a frenzied rumba into his chest. Slowly, the wide glans forced open the anal ring, and then, suddenly, he was inside his lover’s tender hole.

The inexperienced boy held his breath and widened his eyes, as his mind tried to cope with the unknown, indescribable feelings his cock was sending through his nerves. The tenderness of Charlie’s insides, coupled with the firm pressure of the elastic anal muscles, was something Brennan couldn’t even imagine. “It’s… It’s…” – he tried to say, and Charlie interrupted him with a smile: “I know. I felt the same my first time… Now ease your cock deeper inside…”

~ Sex lessons ~

Brennan slowly pushed his cock deeper and deeper, until he was all the way in. Charlie rolled back his eyes, overwhelmed by the tender, and yet powerful sensations coming from his ass, and let out a long moan. Realizing how great a pleasure his cock was giving to his buddy, Brennan suddenly felt like… a real man, a powerful alpha-man taking possession of the ass he owned, just like Beau had done to him earlier. He started pumping his hard meat in and out with long thrusts, making Charlie squirm under him.

He was not used to fuck other men, and he clumsily fucked Charlie moving his entire body back and forth, thus preventing himself to pace up his thrusts. Charlie noticed this, but he didn’t want to break the magic of the moment, giving explicit sex advice to the boy; instead, he glanced at him with lustful eyes and said: “Kiss me, let me feel I’m yours…”

Brennan leaned forward and locked his mouth to Charlie’s, and when his upper body was firmly locked into Charlie’s tight embrace, he instinctively kept on pumping his cock tilting his hips up and down, realizing that this way he could speed up his pounding and reach even deeper into his friend’s fiery depths.

Despite his strenuous effort to make it last, Brennan soon realized that he couldn’t hold his orgasm any longer and recoiled, breathing: “I can’t resist… I’m about to cum…”. Charlie reached his own cock with his hand and started jacking off, quickly rising to the verge of his climax: “When you’re ready, I’m with you…”

The Scottish’ cock started pounding harder and loud moans of pleasure from both guys filled the room. “Here it comes, buddy! I’m cumming… AAAAGHH!!!” – Brennan screamed, lost in the most explosive orgasm of his young life. Charlie took the boy’s head with his free hand and locked eyes with him, as Rowan had once taught him [3]. “Yeah... Owww…. YES!!” – he shouted, while his cock throbbed wildly in his fist, shooting long streaks of boyish cream all over his chest.

Brennan was shaking for the overwhelming sensations, and even more for the total, complete intimacy their locked eyes had created between them. He was inside his buddy, not only with his cock, but with his soul, too: in that fleeting moment, he felt one with Charlie. He poured into his buddy’s eyes the excitement for the new experience he was living, the mind-blowing pleasure he was feeling and the pride for his newly discovered manliness.

Charlie, too, felt very proud of himself, for how he could guide the inexperienced boy in taking this important step in his life. The eyes of both boys sparkled with joy, while their last moans of pleasure echoed on the walls. But suddenly, louder moans of pleasure came from the door, that slowly opened, revealing Chayton and Rick, with their hard cocks in their hands, cumming all over the floor. Behind them there was Rowan, but he was not jacking off: he was just smiling, with a little embarrassment. “Sorry guys” – he said, entering the room and winking at Brennan – “We had to witness this! Not every day one can see such a hot stud in action…!”

Brennan got off the bed, beaming with pride: “It was unbelievable, sir!” – the boy exclaimed, still instinctively addressing Rowan as ‘sir’ – “May I live a hundred years, I will remember this day forever!”.  “I bet you will” – Rowan said, with a knowing smile – “A men never forgets his first time… especially if it’s been with an experienced sexy young man such as Charlie!”

“You get a free ticket for a ‘Charlie’s Special Blowjob’, whenever you want, man!” – Charlie laughed, getting off the rumpled bed. Among the general laughter, Rick said: “And this concludes the second session of the Boy’s Court!”, causing a louder burst of hilarity.

“Speaking of which” – Rowan added, more seriously – “we should inform the men of the… happy ending of our trial. Now that the problem with Brennan is solved, I guess their quarrels, too, will come to an end…”

“I’m afraid it won’t be that easy…” – Hendrick replied, his smile suddenly turning to a worried frown – “Punches and harsh words were thrown upstairs. And Beau is involved. Without Beau, the entire Cove could be just… swept away.”

“That can’t happen!” – Rowan replied, while a chill froze his heart.

~ A more serious trial ~

Above their heads, in the dining room, all the men were sitting at the round table. It was not the first time they had sit there, like in a court, with all the men sitting on one half of the table and the defendant, alone, sitting in front of them. But this time, the defendant was Beau.

Anyone in the room was well aware that any other man could refuse the trial or the punishment and just leave the Cove; but with Beau sitting in the dock, the situation was totally different. This time, the Cove itself was at a stake.

Kale was sitting in the middle of the judging panel, with Wahkan and Alex on his sides and Barry and Stewart at the ends. The Hawaiian stood up, with a grave expression; he was very tense, but tried to keep a firm voice and said: “Beauregard, you have attacked Alex and Wahkan and threatened them to throw them out of the Cove. What can you say with regard to this?”

“I didn’t threaten to throw them out, I did it!” – Beau said angrily – “And I had every right to do it, as their boys have raped my Brennan!”

“This is not true” – Wahkan intervened – “I know for sure that it’s been an accident. None of the boys was experienced enough to realize what they were doing. Chayton can’t hide anything to me, I‘ve seen the truth.”

“Charlie didn’t mean to harm anyone,” – Alex added – “he’s always been a kind and obedient boy. But he’s young and he naively trusted Brennan when he claimed that he was experienced enough to do… what they’ve done”.

“So that’s it? Is Brennan the one to blame?” – Beau exclaimed – “You’re all ganging up on me! C’est incroyable!”

“Beau, please. Please!” – Kale intervened – “Don’t you realize how serious is the situation? No one is ganging up on you, we’re just saying…”.  “I don’t give a fuck about what you’re saying, as you’re saying bullshit!” – Beau yelled, standing up – “I’m not going to indulge in this charade any longer!”

“I’m afraid you have no choice, sir…” – a deep voice said from the opposite side of the room.

~ Rowan defies the boss ~

All the voices trailed off and all the eyes turned to Rowan, standing tall in the archway. He walked closer to Beau and looked straight at him, as if they were alone in the room. Deep inside, he was terrified for what he was doing, for defying the leader of the Cove, but he soldiered on, and forced his voice to keep a firm tone.

“Whether you like or not, the Cove relies on you, sir. All the men and the boys who live here, including me, rely on you. You are the Cove, sir. I’ve been lucky enough to know you intimately, you shared with me your pleasure and your pain, I witnessed your joy and your tears. And you gave me so much, sir! You changed my life, and I’m sure you changed the lives of all these men and their boys”.

 “I… love you, sir”– Rowan continued, in the absolute silence of the room – “and that’s why now I’m going to say this: you are wrong, sir. Charlie and Chayton didn’t rape Brennan. They’ve hurt him, but not on purpose, and the Boy’s Court have already judged and punished their crime”.

Beau’s eyes were flashing with anger. “This is the last straw! Should I be told that I’m wrong by a runaway boy?!” 

Everyone in the room stifled a gasp and Rowan backed up, as if he’d got a stab in his heart, but quickly regained his control and ignored Beau’s crude remark: “Of course you have the power to put all this to an end, sir: you just have to walk out of this room and the Cove won’t exist anymore, and all these men, all these wonderful men who love and respect you, and look at you as a leader would be thrown out on the street…”

“But you won’t, sir, you have no choice, because… you would never forgive yourself for that”.

Beau staggered for a moment, opened his mouth but no sound came from it. The fire in his eyes went out and he crashed on his chair. He stood silent for a few moments, shaking his head. He looked up at Rowan, and then all around the table and said: “The truth is that you all have changed my life, too. Of course I can’t shut down the Cove, who was I kidding? The Cove is in our hearts, it’s bred in our bones…”

Again, he looked around, his gaze lingered on Alex and Wahkan and then fixated on Kale: “I don’t know even where to start… I’m only glad that what Rowan said is true for you all, too: I know you won’t turn your back on me…”

“Of course we won’t” – Kale said – “But do you realize now that what happened to Brennan, as painful as it was, it’s been an unfortunate accident? The boy himself confirmed to me that Charlie and Chayton were unaware of the pain they were causing, and apparently every friction between him and the other boys is now solved”.

“I feel so ashamed…” – Beau said with a contrite tone – “Having a boy of my own it’s a new experience for me… When I knew he had suffered I just… stopped thinking straight. I’m in your hands, I will accept any punishment you will give to me. Hit me, rape me, leash me, whatever…”

Kale stood up: “No, nothing like that. Your guilt was your lack of trust in these men who respect you and were telling you the truth. You’ve been blinded by your love for your boy. Your penance will fit the crime, as usual. For two hours, you will entrust Brennan to Alex and Wahkan, for them to do whatever they want to him. Whatever. No limits. By leaving them alone for two hours, you will prove to what extent you really trust your buddies. If you fail… the Cove won’t exist anymore, because without trusting each other we can go nowhere.”

Beau gulped hard, looking at Alex and Wahkan, who were coldly glancing back at him. Brennan?! Alone with those men who had been wrongly attacked by him and were justifiably angry with him and seeking for revenge?! The boy was already scared and hurt, and they could… they could… «No, they could not», the blond boss thought resolutely, looking at Alex and Wahkan and knowing deep inside that they were more than trustworthy. He rose his eyes to Rowan and said: “Please, go call Brennan. And… forgive me for what I said earlier, I really didn’t mean it”.

Rowan smiled with affection and went downstairs. After few moments he came back with Brennan, who shyly walked to his master, intimidated by the serious expressions on the men’s faces.

“Kid” – Beau said to his boy – “you will now go with Alex and Wahkan; you will stay with them for two hours and they have my full permission to…” – his voice trembled – “…to do to you whatever they want. Whatever. No limits”.

Brennan looked like he was about to run away terrified. “Wh…Whatever, sir?”

“Whatever. But don’t worry, kid” – Beau tried to reassure him – “Alex and Wahkan are two honorable and rightful men. You can trust them completely. I’m sure…” – his voice trembled again and he repeated, looking at the two men with plaintive eyes: “I’m sure that no harm will come to you”.

“It’s settled, then” – Kale said; Alex and Wahkan stood up, with an impenetrable expression, placed their hands over Brennan’s shoulder and silently led him upstairs, followed by Beau’s apprehensive eyes. All the other men, including Rowan, quickly went away and Beau, now alone with Kale, said him: “I don’t have to stay alone for the next two hours, do I? I… I need you, man. Can you spare me a couple hours?”

“I can spare you my entire life” – Kale replied with a loving smile, throwing an arm around his waist and leading him to his own room… that was next to Wahkan’s.

~ The sins of the fathers fall on the sons ~

When the door to Wahkan’s room closed behind Brennan and the two men, the boy was so frightened that he was about to burst in tears. He was alone with those two muscular, menacing men who had permission to do to him… whatever they wanted!

Wahkan sat on the bed and flashed an affectionate smile to the boy. “Let’s make one thing clear right away: no one is going to do anything bad to you; we’re not going to do anything to you, actually. We were just pretending to be angry with Beau, because he needed to learn a lesson, but we aren’t really angry with him. We love Beau, and we love you. Does this make you feel better?”

“Much better, sir” – Brennan said, with a wide smile of relief. Alex sat on the bed next to the Sioux, so to look less intimidating, and said: “We have to spend a couple hours together. Is there anything you’d like to talk about? Some questions you’d like to ask us?”

Brennan looked at Wahkan and said, shyly: “Sir… Are you really… ehm… a Redskin?”

“We prefer ‘Native American’” – the man replied, deliberately glossing over the demeaning term used by Brennan, who probably had just read too many comics. “Yes, I’m a Native American, I am of the Sioux tribe. A Dakota, precisely”. The boy’s eyes sparkled with a sudden interest… and Wahkan’s too. “Brennan, do you give me permission to look into your eyes?” – the man asked gently – “I won’t harm you, it’s just a way to know you better”.

The boy got closer and glanced confidently at the man: “Yes, sir, please” – he said, and let Wahkan lock eyes with him. Suddenly, somehow, he felt… he knew that he could blindly trust the dark-skinned man and felt protected and relaxed.

“So, here is the thing…” – the Sioux said after few moments, as if he was replying to something the boy did not actually say… not with his mouth, anyway. “Apparently, Alex” – he said, turning to his buddy – “this young man today already had plenty of pleasure, proving beyond doubt his devotion to his master and his manliness to your boy…”.  Alex smiled, knowing how eager was Charlie to be found attractive by other men.

“But still” – Wahkan continued – “there is a part of his body that is not satisfied, yet: his eyes!  He indulges in voyeurism, and he has a passion for uniforms and… uhm… Redskins. I’d say we can’t disappoint him, right?”

“Certainly not” – Alex replied with a knowing smile, and then looked at the boy – “Brennan, will you  please wait in the other room until we call you?”.  The boy nodded, puzzled by the voy…something word he didn’t understand, and went to the adjacent room. He didn’t have to wait for long, and soon he heard the men calling him.

He opened the door and gasped loud. In the now darker room, lit by just a couple low lamps covered with reddish drapes, there were Wahkan, fully dressed in his traditional clothes, which included little more than a long narrow loincloth, and Alex, wearing his guard uniform. Both men stood still, with their legs slightly apart and their arms crossed over their muscular chests. To the excited boy’s eyes, fond of Far West comics, they looked like a powerful Indian chief and a menacing US soldier.

“Sit over there…” – the Sioux said pointing at a chair next to the bed – “and feast your eyes! But… no hands!”.  “And when we say ‘no hands’…” – Alex added, getting closer to the sitting boy with a soft rope in his hands – “we mean it!”

The guard quickly tied Brennan’s hands to back of the chair. For a moment, a flash of panic appeared in the boy’s eyes, but Alex winked at him, putting the loose end of the rope in his tied hands. “This is a safety knot” – he whispered into the boy’s ear – “just tug on this loose end and you’ll be free in seconds”.

The boy smiled, heartened, but suddenly his eyes opened wide and he inhaled sharply as the Sioux had sneaked behind Alex holding an ancient ritual knife in his hand. He quickly grabbed the ‘soldier’ from behind and pointed the blunt knife to his throat.

~ A soldier gets captured ~

 “I caught you, paleface!” – Wahkan said sternly, using on purpose terms and tones suitable for an old Far West movie – “This is the last time you and your fellow soldiers come roaming our villages and hurt my people!”. “Leave me alone, nasty Injun!” – the soldier replied, hitting the man’s arm and forcing him to let the knife fall to the ground.

A brief fight ensued, with both men rolling on the floor trading fists, trying to overcome each other. Brennan looked rapt at them and at their bulging muscles, greedily peeking under the Sioux’ loincloth that often couldn’t conceal his remarkable manhood and his firm ass. The men kept fighting for a while, until Wahkan grabbed Alex almost bodily and threw him on the bed. “You’re finished, paleface!” – he threatened the soldier, quickly tying his hands to the ropes hanging from the headboard – “I’ll get your scalp and will torture you to death!”

A frightened expression appeared on the soldier’s face. “No! I beg you, don’t kill me! I’m just a rookie sent on a scouting mission, I’ve never hurt anyone!”.  The dark-skinned man towered for a short while over the captured soldier, in silence, looking at his powerful body with a mischievous grin. Then, without a word, he started unbuttoning the captive’s jacket and his shirt, slowly revealing his hairy, bulky torso.

“They say that palefaces are sex-driven” – the Sioux said with a wicked glare in his eyes – “and that they seek pleasure even when their own life is at a stake…”.  He started caressing the wide expanse of Alex’ chest, sinking his fingers into the thick felt covering his pecs and trailing his nipples with his nails.

Alex inhaled sharply, but looked at his captor with defiance. “I’m a man, you can’t possibly give me any pleasure!” – the bound man said… but the growing bulge in his pants told an entirely different story.

Brennan, still tied to his chair, was becoming restless. He, too, had noticed the obvious twitch in the soldier’s pants and ardently hoped that the Indian would strip him naked. As if reading the boy’s mind, the Sioux’ hands slowly unbuckled the bound man’s belt and unbuttoned his pants; then, suddenly he tugged them down to his ankles, revealing the man’s huge bulge stuffed into his white underwear.

Wahkan contemptuously let the pants fall down to the floor and traced with one finger the soldier’s cock through the thin fabric. Alex couldn’t stop his hips to slightly tilt up, in an involuntary effort to get a more intense stimulation. “I knew it!” – the Indian exclaimed – “This is what they teach to you soldiers in your military barracks… to give pleasure to each other!”

“No!” – the soldier yelled, but his tone was not convincing. “I’m not… We’re not… I mean, your touch just leaves me cold!” – he said, but then he couldn’t stifle a low groan when the Sioux took a whole handful of his bulge and started massaging sensually the trapped cock.

Wahkan picked the knife that had fallen on the floor and inserted the cold blade between Alex’ trembling leg and his underwear; then, with a sharp tug, he cut one side of the tight white briefs, allowing Alex’ hard cock to rise freely to full mast. “Look at you” – the captor said, tracing the soldier’s torso with the blunt blade and noticing his cock throbbing and swelling – “You’re at my mercy, I could torture and kill you, and still the only thing you care for is your sexual pleasure…”

~ A matter of life and death ~

 “Leave me alone…” – Alex grunted, embarrassed, but with a defiant look – “No way I can get any sexual pleasure from a man! Stop playing with me! If you want to kill me, then do it!”

“I surely will… if you cum!” – Wahkan said with an evil tone – “If you really are the straight stud you claim to be, you have nothing to worry about. But if I can make you cum, I’ll kill you while your cock is still spurting your man juice!”

Both Alex and Brennan, now totally immersed in the hot fantasy of the rowdy, straight soldier captured by the evil Redskin, gasped in horror.

Wahkan cut away the shreds of the captive’s underwear and then placed the knife next to him, where he could easily see it, and stood up; with few quick moves he tied the soldier’s naked legs to opposite bed posts, leaving him lying spread-eagled and totally helpless. Then, he straddled the bound man’s torso and Alex couldn’t help but giving a long, worried glance at the Sioux’ manhood bulging out from underneath his loincloth. The man wasn’t hard, but the game he was playing with the soldier was clearly exciting him. The Indian followed his eyes and said: “Fear not, man, I won’t humiliate you forcing my manliness into your mouth. I want you to keep intact your masculine pride, and yet be unable to resist me.”

The Indian’s hands started caressing the man’s chest, playing with his body hair, twisting sensually his nipples and tracing the contour of his pecs. “You know you will die the very moment you cum” – the dark-skinned man said in a low, almost hypnotic voice, while the captive squirmed and moaned for the pleasure – “but still you’ll beg me to make you cum!”

Wahkan pierced the man with his dark eyes and suddenly he felt totally helpless, vulnerable. Reality and fantasy started to blur. «I must not cum!» – Alex thought, starting to believe that the Sioux would really have killed him if he’d surrendered to the pleasure he was forced to feel.

“Please… Please stop… Nnngghh…” – the soldier moaned, arching his chest, when the Indian started rolling both his nipples between his fingers – “Don’t… oooohh… Don’t do this to me, please!”

“Maybe you prefer this?” – Wahkan said in a mellow tone, moving to the side of the bound man and cupping his big hairy balls with one hand, while with the other he started a deliberately slow masturbation on the rock-hard cock.

Alex tossed his head from side to side, in a futile effort to ignore the exquisite sensation spreading from his engorged cock to his whole body. “No… NO!” – he pleaded, refusing with his mind to feel pleasure, but realizing that his body was betraying him. Wahkan’s grip around the thick shaft became tighter and his hand sped up. He looked straight into the bound man’s eyes and used his ancient knowledge to convince him that it was not a game, and that if he would ejaculate, he would really be killed on the spot.

The bulky soldier was gasping loud, his heart was thumping madly in his chest and his mind was reeling. “I won’t cum! You can’t make me cum!” – the bound man yelled, but he realized with desperation that he couldn’t hold much longer the orgasm that would lead him to a sudden death – “Aah! No, please man, stop! Nnnggghh… No no no no!!”

He felt the sperm boiling into his balls, rushing to the base of his cock, his body tensed in a supreme effort to resist to the orgasm that was about to explode in his groin and… suddenly Wahkan withdrew his hands! “Aaaagghh!!” – the man cried out, both for the effort to subdue his orgasm and for the pain of having his climax so abruptly denied.

He raised his head dripping with sweat and looked puzzled at his captor: was he having mercy on him? The Sioux flashed him a mischievous grin and reached with his hand to a jar of lubricant placed on the nightstand. Then he lowered his hand between the helpless man’s spread legs and gently started massaging his nether portal with his greasy fingers. Alex tried to escape the unwelcome intrusion into his most intimate body part, but couldn’t evade the prying fingers gently pushing on his sphincter and slowly sneaking their way inside his body.

~ Eros and Thanatos ~

Knowing what was about to happen, both Alex and Brennan, still tied to his chair, held their breath and silently shook their heads, wide-eyed. The soldier looked at his captor with a pleading expression, while the intruding fingers crawled deeper and deeper into his tender chute: “I beg you, man… Don’t do it… I… I don’t wanna die! Please man… I beg you AAAGHH!!” – Alex screamed, his body tense like a violin string, when the Sioux’ fingers reached his prostate and started massaging and titillating it with vicious short thrusts.

Alex had to recall all his strength to resist to the irresistible stimulation, and Wahkan masterfully held him for long excruciating minutes on the verge of the orgasm, without letting him fall into the abyss.

Alex was totally lost in a sexual Nirvana, he squirmed and tugged hard on the ropes tying him, moaning loud and fervently pleading his captor to stop. Brennan, from his chair, looked at the two men with wide eyes, uncertain whether to wish the bound man to cum or to resist.

“No more… no more…” – Alex groaned, desperate, after a short while. His body was on fire, his cock ached and his mind was totally intoxicated by the testosterone flowing copiously into his veins. Eros and Thanatos were whispering into the lost man’s ears, one compelling him to cum, the other reminding him his deadly fate.

“Have mercy, noble Chief… I beg you… I beg you!” – Alex moaned, exhausted, and Wahkan inquired: “You beg me… for what?”

Alex raised his head and stared at his captor with the desperate intensity of a broken man: “I… I beg you… to let me cum!” – the bound soldier breathed, defeated.

“Then so be it…” – the Indian replied. Still flicking his greasy fingers deep into the man’s hole, he took the knife with his free hand, held it high in the air and then, much to Alex’ and Brennan’s surprise, tossed it away; then he grabbed again the captive’s cock and started wanking it in earnest.

A wave of relief swept through the bound soldier: the Indian had had mercy on him! That mysterious, fascinating, beautiful man only wanted to give him pleasure! He felt such an overwhelming rush of love for that incredible, dominating man that the only thing he could do was to offer himself completely to him, in total surrender.

Now knowing that he wouldn’t be killed, Alex finally gave free rein to his lust, and the intensity of the orgasm exploding in his groin almost frightened him: “Ooohh… Yeah… Fuck! Fuck YEAH!!! AAAAARGHH!!”. His body bucked so wildly, in the ecstasy of the shattering climax, that the ropes almost ripped off the bed posts. His cock swelled obscenely and a powerful jet of sperm rose high in the air, falling back and splatting on the man’s chest. “Oooohhh… FUCK!” – the man kept screaming, while many other streams of thick white juice followed the first one, creating a wide puddle of semen on his torso.

Slowly, Alex’ howls of pleasure subsided, and both the captor and the captive heard a low moaning coming from the bed side. They turned to Brennan and saw him squirming, with his eyes tight shut, while the front of his jeans slowly got soaked with boy juice. Despite the many orgasms he already had that day, the scene was too hot for the boy to resist, and he’d given in to an irrepressible spontaneous climax.

The sight of the boy with his head tossed back, frantically tilting his hips in the ecstasy of the climax, brought Alex back to reality and he looked Wahkan with a puzzled frown, uncertain about what had just happened.

The Sioux quickly untied the bulky guard, and was about to go to Brennan, but Alex, still shook by the intense experience, held him : “You… You fucking bastard… You made me really believe… I was sure…” – he breathed, unable to put in coherent words his feelings, and then threw his strong arms around Wahkan and locked him in a ravenous, passionate open-mouth kiss.

When Wahkan could finally move again, he smiled to the panting man, and said: “As you can see, you’re not the only one to have secret weapons that can subdue a man’s mind…[4]  Talking of which” – he continued with a matter-of-fact tone – “it seems to me that you owe me back the necklace you are wearing…”.  With a knowing smile, Alex unfastened the old Sioux necklace from his neck and held it to his buddy: “Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's!”.

Wahkan got off the bed and quickly untied Brennan. He too, as soon as he was free, held the Sioux in a tight embrace and said, excited, “Thank you, sir! It was breathtaking! So... real!”

“Tell me about it…!” – Alex groaned from the bed, and all the three of them burst into raucous laughter.

In the adjacent suite, Beau was nervously pacing around the room. Kale had chosen to stay in his own room, rather than in Beau’s attic, on purpose, because he knew that for Beau, being next room to his boy without knowing what Wahkan and Alex were doing to him, would have been torturous.

Judging by the frequent moans, screams and gasps coming from the adjacent room, the boy had been clearly involved by the two powerful men in some sexual activity, and Beau was on the verge of losing his mind. Images of his vulnerable, inexperienced boy forced into hideous sex acts against his will filled his mind.

Kale, always the counselor, looked at the deep anguish painted on his lover’s face and his restless back-and-forth walking and ardently hoped that he could find deep into his heart the trust that Alex and Wahkan deserved and expected from him. But Beau’s worried and irate expression made Kale realize that the Tsunami was still building up and it could hit the Cove anytime. The coast was not clear, yet…

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 30, ~ The Boy’s Court ~
[2] See Chapter 2, ~ The ‘Mighty Stud’ ~
[3] See Chapter 2, ~ Intimacy unveiled ~
[4] See Chapter 31, ~ The Sioux vs. The Guard ~

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 (End of Chapter 32 – Please proceed to Chapter 33)