Rowan's Journey to Manhood

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Every evening, Rowan relives the abuse he suffered until the age of 17; now he’s almost 30, but still he can’t forget. He sneaks into the basement of a big house, where he meets Charlie, a 19 y.o. boy living upstairs, who unknowingly lets Rowan make the first step in his long journey to a mature sexuality, showing him the joyful side of sex. Then Rowan meets Alex, a muscular security guard who too lives “at the Cove” upstairs, and turns out that Charlie is his boy. In the evening, Barry, an oversexed worker, tries to fuck Rowan, but his hysterical reaction scares him. Kale, an Hawaiian counselor, intervenes. During a dramatic night, Rowan reveals to Kale his past and then they make love.

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

Kale is furious with Barry, who keeps “throwing his weight and his cock around”, careless of the consequences. In this all-sex chapter, Barry takes a painful and scaring punishment from the usually poised Kale, who is so enraged that turns into a wrathful god. His experience in bondage and submission will turn Barry’s punishment into a nightmare.

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≈ PENANCE AND RETRIBUTION ≈

~ On shameful display ~

Barry’s door crashed open with a loud noise. The muscular worker was peacefully sleeping in his large bed, naked as usual, and was rudely awaken by the sudden intrusion.

“What the fuck... Holy shit!” – he said, while his expression suddenly changed from the initial anger to a worried concern. Kale was standing at the foot of his bed with the same blazing look in his eyes that almost frightened him hours before. The room was dark, and the bright light coming from the door, behind Kale’s back, made him look like a wrathful god.

The usually relaxed Hawaiian counselor stood menacingly in front of the bed, his arms folded on his heaving chest, his usually heart-warming smile tightened in an irate grimace. The clear brown slanted eyes, always sparkling with a serene joy, now flashed with ice-cold fury.

“Good, you’re already naked. Come with me!” – Kale growled. Barry didn’t know what to do, he’d never seen Kale furious like this. Trying to dispel the sleep out of his mind, Barry stood still in his bed. “I said come with me!” – Kale repeated with a stern voice, walking to the bedside and forcefully dragging Barry by his arm until he stumbled out of the bed.

The rugged worker was unceremoniously dragged along the corridor and then pushed into Kale’s bedroom. He certainly could free himself, and even slug the counselor easily, but he dared not to put up any resistance.

Barry looked around the room, unfamiliar for him. He knew Kale well, of course, and he even had had sex with him, every now and then (everyone at the Cove, sooner or later, had to deal with Barry’s overactive sexuality), but he rarely had entered his room.

It was a spacious two-room suite, almost identical in its structure to the other seven suites where the other men of the Cove lived [1]; but Kale had furnished and decorated it following his personal taste. The warm “tropic orange” paint and the surf-themed decorations hanging from the walls were clearly inspired to Hawaii, Kale’s native land.

The large king-size bed under the twin wide windows overlooking the ocean was similar to his own, but Barry noticed that there were ropes hanging from the headboard and the bed posts. He was not that surprised: many men, at the Cove, including Kale, liked to indulge in sex games, and they sometimes involved ropes and restraint device; Kale, who someone could define a “power bottom”, was heavily into such games.

Looking at the still intact bed, Barry asked: “Haven’t you slept...”  “No.” – was the harsh reply. “On the bed! Spread-eagled!” – Kale ordered, and Barry meekly complied, partly because he was still only half-awaken, and partly because he felt subdue by his buddy’s unexpected commanding attitude.

Quickly, Kale took a short rope hanging from the center of the headboard and expertly tied both Barry’s wrists with it, forcing his arms to stretch around his head. Then he took a second rope from the left end of the headboard and, before Barry could even understand what was happening, he grabbed the worker’s left leg, bent it against his chest and tied the ankle to the rope.

Barry surely wasn’t a shy man, but being forced into such an uncomfortable and humiliating position, with his manly attributes openly hanging from the wide spread legs and his hairy ass in clear view and easily accessible, made him feel unprotected and vulnerable. “Man, this is going way too far!” – he protested loudly – “What’s wrong with you?? I just tried to have sex with the new guy downstairs! You’re fuckin’ breaking my leg!”

“You still don’t get it, do you, Barry?” – Kale hissed, tying tight the man’s other leg to a second rope, sticking from the right side of the headboard. He stopped admiring his work. The hairy, muscular worker was lying on the bed, on his back, with his arms stretched above his head and tied to the headboard, and his legs forcefully bent over and tied wide apart. The man’s ass was in shameful display, vulnerable and ready for whatever Kale had in mind to do with it.

~ Barry learns a lesson ~

The sight made Kale’s cock grow hard in his pants, despite having shot all the sperm his balls could give less than an hour earlier. He grabbed his bulge and massaged it hard, looking at the bound man with a mix of anger and lust.

“Are you going to fuck me?” – Barry asked with defiance; he was a tough man and physical pain didn’t scare him. “You can bet that hairy ass of yours I will!” – Kale replied, his face hardening again with blazing fury – “I will make you feel what that poor abused guy had to feel every night, for so many years he can’t ever remember when it all started!”

“I... I didn’t know he had been abused! How was I supposed to know it? I thought he was lusting for me! He was eating me with wide eyes! He didn’t tell me about his troubles!”

“Why, did he tell you anything at all? Did he tell you, by chance, that he wanted you to fuck him? Did he willingly do anything? You’re such an asshole, Barry! He was terrified! His eyes were filled with sheer terror! How, HOW could you mistake it with lust!”

“Now I want you to feel the same, I will make you feel the same, Barry” – Kale said with a threatening tone – “I want to see in your eyes the same fear, the same terror you’ve seen in that guy’s eyes! I know, here at the Cove we often play sexual games, and I myself often enjoy a rough treatment, but we always play nice, with safety words and easy restraints.”

“Though rough, they are just games” – Kale continued, piercing the naked man with an icy glance – “but believe me, Barry, this will be no game. No safe knots, no safe words. This time you’ve gone too far, you can’t keep thinking with your oversexed cock!”

~ The wrathful god takes his toll ~

Barry, by then, was worried. More than worried. He was lying tied up in a totally vulnerable position, at the mercy of a man that, by any means, looked decidedly merciless.

Kale stopped talking, and slowly removed his clothes. Barry looked at the tanned Hawaiian man, admiring his lean but extremely defined upper body, with his firm, hairless  pecs and the sculpted eight-pack of his abs. When he stood totally naked in front of the bed, Barry watched in awe his long, rigid cock dripping pre-cum, and his lust raged.

Barry rarely surrendered his ass to another man, and surely never did to Kale, so far. The only men who could conquer his ass were strong, powerful alpha-men that Barry felt as his equal. He liked Kale, but he certainly wasn’t a powerful alpha-man. Until now.

Now Kale was burning with unspeakable inner fury, his slanted eyes were blazing with ice-cold determination. He was a wrathful god, and Barry wanted, longed to feel that fury inside his ass. He hadn’t to wait for long.

Kale climbed on the bed and stood behind the tied man. “No lube for you, man. You’re going to take it dry”. He leaned forward, grabbing the headboard with his hands and arching his body over Barry, his rock-hard cock pointing down to the man’s exposed hole.

For few moments, he enjoyed rubbing his cock head against the curly black bush surrounding Barry’s anus, making it quiver with anticipation. Barry tried to relax, so to ease the upcoming penetration, and was startled when he saw Kale moving his hand down, toward his ass, with a devious smirk on his face.

Barry gasped hard when he felt Kale’s finger tickling madly his stretched anus, forcing it to clench furiously, in a futile attempt to escape the maddening sensation. “No!” – he shouted, trying desperately to relax his ass – “Motherfucker! Oww, shit! No! AAAAARGH!”

The rugged worker howled for the shattering pain when Kale suddenly withdrew his hand and fell down with all his weight, breaking open Barry’s tightly clenched hole with a single, brutal thrust. “This is what Rowan had to endure every day of his life! You can howl, scream, beg, but I’m going to split open your ass!”

Kale started pistoning his hard tool into the helpless ass, with a force and a violence he didn’t even know to have in him. “Not much of a tough fucker now, eh, man? Take it! Take it all!”

“Kale! For god’s sake! You’re killing me! AAAAGGHH!!” – Barry screamed, thrashing hardly on the ropes, trying desperately to evade the hard cock that was torturing his ass.

The usually gentle counselor was not used to top other men, nor to fuck with such brutality, and soon his balls were about to burst. “Here it comes, man... I’m going to fill your ass with my jizz! Yeah! Aaaahh!”

Kale’s orgasm was as wild as the fuck he had given to Barry, and he kept shoving his rod into the ravaged hole until he had spurt the last drop of sperm. Then he stood still, heavily panting, looking at the bound man under him. His slanted eyes still blazed with a vicious gleam. “That’s it. Now you know the pain that guy had to suffer. But still you don’t know the fear he felt...”

~ The punishment turns into a nightmare ~

He abruptly pulled out from Barry’s ass, making him gasp loudly, and climbed off the bed. He walked around the bed, followed by Barry’s worried eyes, and opened a drawer. He took out a jar of lubricant. He looked sideways to Barry: “This time you will need it. I’m not that merciless”.

Kale’s puzzling comment didn’t help Barry relaxing, not at all. His worried look turned to fear when Kale took out from the drawer a black dildo and started greasing it up. It was huge. It was a detailed replica of a hefty, veiny cock with a bumpy shaft and a mushroom head, must have been 15 inches long and 6 inches wide, with horse-big balls at the bottom.

“You... You can’t... Kale, come on...” – Barry pleaded – “We’re buddies, you can’t do this to me... That thing will split me open...”

Kale turned around, facing Barry, holding the huge black dildo over his face. “Take a good look, stud, because soon you won’t be able to see it any more, as it will be buried deep into you man hole...”

Barry looked at the monster cock with genuine fear, no trace of his usual defiance in his eyes, swallowing dry. “No, man... I beg you... Not this... You know I can’t take it...”

Ignoring the man’s pleads, Kale climbed on the bed, holding the huge tool with both hands, and knelt behind his exposed ass. He pointed the huge tool to Barry’s ass and locked eyes to him. And then he started pushing.

Barry was frozen, he knew he couldn’t take it. It would literally shred his ass to pieces! Speechless, horrified, he looked wide-eyed at Kale, shaking his head, silently begging, imploring him not to do it.

Kale’s hands suddenly stopped. “Here!” – he said with a grave tone – “This is how Rowan must have looked at you when you threatened to rape him. This is the fear, the speechless horror he felt. Remember it, man, don’t you ever forget it!”

~ Kale’s back ~

He threw away the big dildo and looked at Barry, while his grimace of anger turned to an affectionate grin. The wrathful god had vanished, giving way to the gentle, sensible man Kale had always been. He quickly untied Barry, who groaned when he could finally rest his aching limbs.

Kale set on the bed beside Barry and posed a hand on his heaving chest, feeling his heart thumping hard. “It’s over, buddy, now relax, catch your breath. I love you, man, but I had to do this” – he said with a soft, compassionate voice – “You had to know how deeply you can hurt people throwing your weight and your cock around. I haven’t hurt you too much, have I?”

Barry was relieved to see again his old buddy and hear again his usual, soothing voice. “No, you haven’t. Not physically, anyway. But man, it was wild... You scared me, man, really scared the shit out of me...”

“I know, that dildo is quite frightening” – Kale giggled – “I chose it on purpose”.

“I’m not talking ‘bout the fuckin’ dildo, man, I’m talking about you! Never seen you that furious. You looked like a wrathful god, you fucked me with beastly fury! Damn, you almost split my fuckin’ ass!”. Barry paused and then breathed: “Best fuck ever had in my life...”

Kale looked at the worker’s rigid cock with a grin: “But I didn’t let you cum... That’s a serious problem. Hey, I’m a counselor: serious problems are my expertise...” – he said with a seducing tone, lowering his mouth on the engorged meat.

About one hour later, the two men were lying side by side on the bed. The harsh punishment didn’t lessen their friendship, on the contrary: Barry now looked at Kale with a new respect in his eyes. Kale turned to his buddy: “We have to talk with Beauregard about Rowan. He’s the owner of this house, after all, and the final decision about the guy in the basement is his to make”.

“Yeah, I’d like to have a... talk with him” – Barry said, with the usual sparkle of lust in his eyes. Kale laughed, bumping his elbow in Barry’s chest: “I know, he’s such a gorgeous man, I know what you would like to... talk about with him! But this is something I should do myself: Rowan is too fragile now, and I want Beau to consider carefully the situation. I have to explain him everything. Luckily, today is Sunday and I don’t have to go to work, because it will take a while.”

“Yeah, Beau and I must definitely have a long chat...” – Kale concluded with a smile, thinking to the beautiful, elegant man who, in that moment, was probably stirring in his bed in the attic.

Footnotes and references:
[1] For reference, download ~ The Cove – Floor Plan ~

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 (End of chapter 5 – Please proceed to Chapter 6)