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, causing his hysterical reaction. Kale, an Hawaiian school counselor, intervenes. During a dramatic night, Rowan reveals to Kale his past and then they make 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. Then, in an sexually intense night on a deserted beach, the Native American Wahkan discovers how deep are Rowan’s fears and inhibitions. Hendrick has a furious argument with his master Stewart and decides to leave the Cove; but Kale convinces him to stay. The men of the Cove punish him by abusing him in turn and then Kale locks the man’s cock in an electric chastity device that relentlessly brings Stewart to orgasm without ever giving him the much needed relief. Rick is in pain for his master.

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

Once more, Rowan gives proof of his incredible knowledge of ‘old times’ luxury mansions and high-society conventions. Later on, Kale warns him not to rush in his journey to a mature sexuality. At the quarry, Rowan witnesses Barry venting his anger hitting a large stone with a heavy mallet and his instinctive fear for the worker is tinged with an unexpected sexual desire. During the night, Hendrick dares to get a sleepy fuck from Beau; then, anguished for his master Stewart, still suffering for the heavy sexual denial, the boy proves him his trust and love in a very risky way..

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    ≈ A LONG NIGHT ≈ 

~ Rowan’s ‘time zone’ ~

Rick felt anxious about his master’s hard penance. Beau had told him about the electric chastity device Stewart had to wear, and the relentless, painful stimulation he was subjected to, and the occasional surge of power that would bring him to the brink of the orgasm without allowing him to find a sexual relief. In that very moment his beloved master was surely in a sexual frenzy that couldn’t find any easement…

It was too painful for Rick thinking to Stewart’s torment, so he concentrated on his task: taking care of Rowan. He quickly went down the spiral stairs to the third floor and headed to the main staircase, speeding up when he had to walk near Stewart’s door. He went to the kitchen and prepared some hot food for Rowan, thinking that they had to find a suitable solution to let Rowan eat regularly, despite his unusual waking and sleeping hours.

While working, he concentrated: Rowan usually woke up at sunset, and he had to have breakfast about at dinner time; but he wanted to stay outdoor during the entire night, so when could he eat his breakfast? When he would came back home in the morning, it would be, for him, afternoon, sort of.

«Maybe» – Rick thought, trying to cope with the odd ‘time zone’ Rowan lived in – «I could prepare breakfast for the Cove and add something more substantial for Rowan, so he would actually have lunch, here in the kitchen, while the other men have their breakfast».

It was a good idea, indeed! And it could apply to men’s lunch, too, that would be Rowan’s dinner. «Breakfast, lunch or dinner, the guy must eat: he’s too slim!» – he concluded, resolutely.

He took the tray and headed to the entrance hall. When he was about to open the door to the basement stairs, he heard sounds coming from the adjoining empty room, next to the main door. As far as he could remember, that room had never been used, and he never entered it. All the man referred to it as “the spare room”, the few times they needed to talk about it.

~ The ‘spare room’ ~

The young chef opened the door and smiled, surprised, seeing Charlie and Rowan inside, chatting and cleaning the room’s furniture with soft cloths. “Hey there!” – Rick said – “I was bringing you some food: if it was for you, you’d never eat anything! But why are you two cleaning the spare room? Er… Quite odd furniture for a spare room, anyway…” – he added, looking at the long counter made of dark walnut wood next to the door, and the large wooden shelving almost entirely covering the opposite wall. An elaborate, old-fashion chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting his uncertain light in the room and on the faded wallpaper. “Quite an odd room indeed…” – Rick repeated, puzzled.

“Rowan, tell him” – Charlie said, excited, to the pale guy, who stood in silence in a corner. “This is a cloakroom” – Rowan said in a matter-of-fact tone. “It’s usually closed, but it can be easily opened when the house owners host an entertainment. Take a look at this...”

The guy leaned over the counter and grabbed an old metal handle, turned it and pushed gently up. Under the boys’ amazed eyes, a five-feet-tall section of the wall overlying the counter shifted smoothly upwards, until it rested near the ceiling. From inside the room, the entrance hall was now clearly visible, across the wooden counter.

“What?? Unbelievable!”  “How did you know?!” – the boys exclaimed all at once. “But what is it for?” – asked Rick. Rowan looked at the young chef with a hint of surprise, as if the usage of that room was obvious for everyone. “This is a cloakroom. It’s used to store the guests’ cloaks, coats, hats and walking stick… or any other overcoat and accessory they may need to undress when indoor”.

“Of course” – Rowan continued, pensively – “this room is usually assigned to a comely wardrobe mistress, but I guess that, the Cove being the Cove, a… ‘wardrobe mister’ would do fine as well”. The boys burst into laughter, and even Rowan smiled, infected by the boy’s irresistible cheerfulness.

Kale, who was sitting in the living room, was intrigued by the laughter and opened the door to the entrance hall. He looked with surprise at the missing wall section and at the ‘spare room’, that was not any more the dark, dusty spare room he had known but rather a… “What’s that?” – he asked.

Instead of answering, Rowan moved to the wooden counter and said to Kale, through the opening in the wall: “Good evening, sir. May I take your cloak and hat?”.  Kale laughed, in amazement: “Oh, my… We had a… wardrobe?” – he asked, unsure. “A cloakroom, sir!” – Rowan corrected, with a smile. “We had a cloakroom at the Cove and we didn’t even know! I must tell Beauregard!” – the Hawaiian concluded.

Rowan looked at Kale with a knowing expression: “I suppose he already knows, sir. He kept the original furniture and the sliding wall for a reason, I can easily guess”. “But he surely doesn’t know that you know, I can easily guess” – the counselor retorted playfully.

Suddenly, Rick was all business. “Well, enough playing. It’s your first working day, Rowan, and you must be clean, combed and well fed! Let’s go downstairs!”

“If you don’t mind, Rowan” – Kale added – “When you’re ready I’d like to walk you to your working place: it’s at short walking distance, and we may have a talk while getting there. OK?” “It’ll be my pleasure, sir!” – Rowan replied, with a smile.

~ Rowan gets a talking-to ~

Rowan and the boys went down to the basement. Rick placed the tray with Rowan’s… lunch / dinner / whatever on an empty crate, thinking that the men should quickly provide the room with a suitable dining table. After Rowan had wolfed down the delicious meal, he wore clean clothes and combed his long raven-black hair.

There was a knock on the door, and Rowan said, with a little embarrassment: “Come in!”  It was Kale, who had come downstairs early, knowing that the sun was about to set. “Come, Rowan” – he said, looking at the window – “It’s early for work, but it’s time to go”.

The guy followed the counselor outside and stared for a moment at the sun slowly sinking into the ocean. He tensed and started walking faster. “Let’s walk, Rowan” – Kale said, putting an arm around the guy’s shoulders. “There’s no need to run. I’m here”. Rowan had to restrain himself, but he was able to walk, instead of fleeing away as his thumping heart urged him to do.

Soon, they were far enough from the house for Rowan to feel more at ease. “Well, it’s been a hell of a weekend, wasn’t it?” – the man asked. “Indeed” – Rowan replied, pensively – “My whole life has changed in the turn of a couple days. And I’ve introduced myself to many men and boys that acted very friendly to me. Even… more than friendly, I admit” – he concluded, embarrassed.

“This is what I wanted to talk you about…” – the counselor said – “You see, you are somewhat… inexperienced, may we say? And you should take your time in doing new experiences, there’s no need to rush”. Rowan felt uneasy: “Have I misbehaved, sir? Was I disrespectful to someone, though unknowingly?”

“No, everything’s fine, don’t worry. Only… take your time. And maybe you should also make some effort to improve your lexicon. No, not ‘improve’, wrong word; you should just try to adapt your language to the situation: when talking to friends, maybe a more relaxed style would be better”.

“I’m fully aware my language often sounds unusual… Sorry, I mean: I know I talk weird, sir!” – Rowan corrected himself, with a smile. “You got it!” – Kale appreciated – “Look, we’re at the quarry: it’s the big gate over there. It’s a bit early, but it won’t harm to be early on your first day. You have to report to Barry, but don’t worry: what happened two days ago [1] won’t ever happen again. Ever. Granted. It was an unfortunate misunderstanding, and Barry has been harshly punished [2] for what he’s done”.

Rowan nodded and hugged Kale. Then turned around and ran to the gate, while Kale went back home for dinner.

~ Barry vents his anger ~

Rowan entered the gate and looked around: the site seemed desert. He walked to a  small barrack, the only building around, guessing that it was a sort of office. While walking, he heard angry voices coming from behind the barrack. He peeked round the corner and saw, in the distance, Barry arguing with another man. He couldn’t understand their words, but their tone was unmistakable.

The men were shouting at each other and the argument quickly escalated. The worker shoved Barry away, who visibly restrained himself from hitting him. Rowan could hear Barry say: “Fuck you! Get out of my sight! Now!!”.

The worker spat on the ground and turned around disdainfully, quickly disappearing through the site gate. Barry was furious! He paced around like a bull, swearing loud. Then he moved to a rock nearby, took a mallet and started pounding the rock with all the strength his powerful muscles were capable of.

Rowan looked at him with fear, wincing every time the mallet hit the large rock, throwing stone chips all around. Barry was shirtless, and his massive torso, straining for the effort, was glistening with sweat.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!” – the man shouted again and again, while hitting furiously the rock with the heavy mallet. Rowan was mesmerized: part of him was deeply scared by the angry man, but part of him admired his mighty strength, his darting muscles and the overwhelming manliness that the rugged worker emanated.

The guy, hiding behind the corner of the office, felt his cock stir in his pants and his eyes betrayed him. Who was that furious man? Barry? No, he was his stepfather! That hairy torso, those bulging muscles… Rowan longed to touch them, to run his hands over those meaty nipples… No! He could see in his mind that hairy chest towering over him, his own legs draped over those muscular shoulders, and then… Aaaahhh!!

The scream of the abused kid exploded in Rowan’s mind and he panicked. He looked around and ran to hide behind a thick bush, covering his ears with his hands. He stood there for a while, until he saw the electric lighting of the entire site being switched on.

“Here you are!” – a voice said behind him – “I thought you had missed your first day!”

Rowan turned around and saw Barry standing nearby. He wasn’t angry any more. Rowan couldn’t hide his fear, and Barry realized with a pang in his heart that Kale was right: just being alone with him could be frightful to Rowan. He stepped back, putting a safety distance between him and the guy. “Rowan, don’t be afraid of me. I made a terrible mistake, the first time we met. I’m sorry”.

The guy relaxed a bit, but he still looked very anxious. “You saw me hitting the rock, right?”  Rowan nodded. “I do that when I’m angry: the hard labour always calms me down. I was not angry with you, and I’m not now. However, you don’t have to worry: I’m going away. Just let me show you around and tell you what you have to do”.

Barry moved around the site, showing to Rowan how to operate the light switches, the emergency phone and the gate locks. “Your work shift starts at 8 p.m. and ends at 6 a.m.. You can use the office to go to the bathroom, have a snack and shelter yourself in case of bad weather, but of course you’re not supposed to sleep. Every hour or so, you do a complete inspection round of the site, double checking the heavy machinery to be sure no one is around. Everything’s clear?”

Rowan nodded. “Well, this time I can’t say you talk weird” – Barry concluded with a friendly smile, happy to see an uncertain, timid grin appearing on Rowan face. “OK then! See you tomorrow!”

The rugged worker left, and suddenly Rowan was alone. He was safe.

~ Shared bed ~

While Rowan was doing his first work shift at the quarry, at the Cove the dinner had ended, and everyone was preparing to sleep. Rick had cleaned up the dining table and the kitchen and headed to the attic, where Beau was waiting for him.

Earlier, before lunch, Beau had described to Rick the penance («the torture!» – Rick thought) Stewart was subjected to, with the electric chastity device constantly stimulating the man, bringing him over and over to the verge of the orgasm and never allowing him to cum. What was worst, if the man couldn’t restrain himself and hold back his climax, the cock cage would have sent a painful electric jolt to his cock and balls to forcefully subdue and block his orgasm.

Beau had asked to Rick to be brave, and wait for the morning to see him; and that was why he was going to sleep in the attic. So, Rick climbed up to the third floor and headed to the spiral stairs leading to the attic; walking in front of his master’s room, he heard loud moans coming from inside: the man was clearly in a sexual frenzy, desperate to cum.

«Be strong, sir» – Rick said silently to his master, feeling a pang in his heart, but also, unexpectedly, a twitch in his pants. The strong bond between him and his master let Rick feel not only his pain, but also his sexual tension, and there was nothing more erotic, to the boy, then seeing his master horny as a beast in heat, ready to cum. The young chef imagined the man, naked and covered with sweat, rolling in his bed from side to side, on the verge of an orgasm, lost in a sexual Nirvana. His imagination was boosted by the sensual moans of pleasure coming from inside, and the overwhelming sexual excitement of his master suddenly moved to the boy’s cock, making it grow stiff into his pants.

Rick was swept away by a turmoil of emotions and felt guilty for having a hard-on while his master was enduring such a hard trial. He ran away and rushed upstairs, with his heart thumping hard into his chest. When he entered the attic, Beau noticed Rick’s frown and hugged him: “I know, it’s hard, but it will be over soon. Now, let’s go to bed. There’s a bed in the other room, or…”

“Sir, may I… sleep with you?” – Rick asked – “I really don’t feel to sleep alone, tonight… Oh! But… I don’t mean…”

Beau finished wearing his sleepwear - which consisted in just striped long-legged pajama pants - and got in the bed, keeping the bed sheets open for the young chef: “Come, mon cher, and don’t worry: I understand you are not in a… romantic mood. We’ll just sleep.”

Rick flashed an embarrassed half-smile, stripped to his underwear and got under the bed sheets, and the light was switched off. Rick was too agitated to sleep, so he turned away from Beau, staring in the darkness, while his heart went out to his master, violated in his deepest intimacy by the wicked device. He moved restless, under the warm sheets he was sharing with Beau, and soon he felt his strong arms around him and his melodic voice saying softly in his ear: “Everything will be fine, Hendrick. I’m here. Try to sleep, now”.

Somehow, he fell asleep, nested into the blond god’s protective arms. But in the middle of the night he woke up. He turned to Beau, sleeping beside him, softly illuminated by the moonlight flowing through the windows, and sighed looking at such a beauty. He was lying on his back, with one arm over his head; his handsome, masculine face was relaxed in a serene expression; his wide chest, covered with a light blond fur, moved rhythmically up and down. The sleeping man muttered a low moan, as if he was having a hot dream. Rick glanced down, and saw the bed sheets raised by his huge erection.

~ An act of love ~

Rick slowly moved the sheets away and saw that the man’s cock had slipped out of the open fly and was rock hard. The boy, once more, realized how much he loved that man, and felt the urge to kiss him, hold him tight, and show him his adoring affection.

The boy leaned down and, with extreme care, licked one of Beau’s nipples; the man sighed, but he didn’t wake up, so Rick went on titillating his nipples with just the tip of his tongue. Beau, deep asleep, didn’t move, but his breath became rugged and his cock swelled and throbbed.

Without thinking twice, Rick got naked and dipped two fingers in the jar of lubricant placed on the nightstand; he oiled his own hole, pushing the greasy fingers into his anus, and then straddled the sleeping man, careful not to touch him.

Balancing himself on his feet and hands, the boy lowered his ass on Beau’s rigid pole; he couldn’t ride it all the way, because he didn’t want to go down to the man’s pubes, so he moved up and down, forcing the man’s glans in and out his tight sphincter, giving him a strong, sensual massage.

Beau still didn’t move, but his body responded to the erotic stimulation: he moaned softly and his cock throbbed inside Rick’s anus. With a slow, steady rhythm, the boy pumped the sleeping man’s cock, clenching his sphincter, so to give him a stronger stimulation, until Beau stiffened and groaned louder, and Rick felt his hot sperm filling his insides.

Looking at the men, deep asleep, enjoying a delicious orgasm, was wildly erotic for Rick, too, and he was about to give in to his lust when the silent house resounded for a muffled scream of pain. Rick’s orgasm immediately died, when he realized that his master, unable to resist to the unbearable horniness induced by the wicked device, couldn’t hold his climax and had his cock and balls painful hit by an electric shock.

~ Moans and howls ~

The boy’s heart skipped a beat and a mask of anguish appeared on his face. He quickly got off the bed and went to the bathroom; he cleaned himself from Beau’s semen and wore his underwear, and then sneaked out from the attic.

He silently went down to Stewart’s door, and stood there, not daring even to breathe. The moans and the chocked howls coming from inside were heartbreaking for Rick. He knew he couldn’t enter the room, so he sat on the floor, in the corridor, with his back on the wall, in front of the closed door.

Inside, Stewart was lying on the bed, spread-eagled; he was gripping the headboard with his hands, so to keep them off his aching cock, constantly stimulated by a low electric current. By now, his cock was painfully straining into the tight confinement of the metal cage, forcefully bent down on the swollen balls, wrapped into the flexible metallic net.

His entire body was covered with sweat. Stewart knew that soon the electric current would have risen1, bringing him for the umpteenth time on the verge of an excruciating climax, forcing him to use up all his strength to hold back, lest to receive a painful shock. «Here it comes!» – the exhausted airman thought, when the electric device kicked in, forcing waves of pleasure to spread from his cock to his entire body.

He tensed, trying to repress his lust. His head was spinning. “Ahhh…. Yeah… Owww…” – he moaned, lost in a sexual ecstasy; but soon he regained control of himself and tried desperately to resist the irresistible pleasure: “No… No! I must not cum! NNNNGGHH! Ah! I can’t… Oh god, I can’t… AAAAAGGHH!!” – he screamed, when he lost control and the wicked device sent a jolt to his cock and balls.

Out of the door, Rick was suffering as much as his master. He had to do something! He quickly stood up and went downstairs, to Kale’s room. The Hawaiian counselor quickly rose from his restless sleep. “Come in, Rick” – he said – “I know what you are going to ask”.

“No, sir, you don’t” – replied the boy – “I had an idea, and I need your help”. Rick closed the door behind him and explained to the counselor his plan to stop his master’s torture and let him prove his love to his boy. “Are you sure?” – Kale asked to the redhead, worried, following him out in the corridor. And Rick replied simply: “I’m his boy”.

~ The greatest proof of love ~

After few minutes, Stewart, still writhing in his bed, felt with surprise the electric current stop completely. He stared at his cock: it was still locked into the tiny cage, but the relentless stimulation had finally ceased.

“Sir… Sir… Come over here, please!” – Rick’s muffled voice came through the closed door between the two rooms, and the airmen, at first, didn’t understand what was going on. He got off the bed, stumbled across the room and opened Rick’s door… and he stood there, wide-eyed, in disbelief.

Rick was lying on his bed, with his hands and ankles tied to the headboard; his ass was helplessly displayed in front of his master’s astonished eyes. “Sir, the key to unlock the cage is on the nightstand” – Rick said calmly. Stewart was puzzled: why had his torture ended before the morning? Why was Rick in his room, tied to the bed in such a helpless and inviting position? Only one thing was clear: he could finally get rid of the cock cage, so he rushed to take the key and removed with trembling hands the wicked device from his cock.

“Ahh… yesss…. Finally!” – he sighed when his cock, at long last, could rise to a full, unrestrained erection. His hand immediately moved to his groin, to jerk the aching cock to the long-awaited orgasm.

“No! Please, sir, no!” – Rick hastened to say. Stewart looked at him bewildered: the prolonged, relentless sexual stimulation and the many orgasms forcefully subdued by the electric shocks had turned him into a lustful animal straining to cum! “What… what do you want me to do, Rick?” – he managed to ask, in a hoarse voice, recalling his last drops of mental strength.

Rick looked at his master with pleading eyes: “I want you to make love to me, sir. Please. I need you to feel your cock in me, I need you to show how much you love me.”

“Ricky, you don’t know what you ask for!” – the oversexed airman yelled – “I’m so horny I could tear your ass apart! I’m barely restraining me!”

“I trust you, sir. I’m your boy, you won’t hurt me.” – Rick replied with firm voice, though realizing the risk he was taking – “I’m tied up, I can’t get away. You can do to me anything, sir.”

~ Unrestrained lust ~

Trembling, Stewart placed himself over the bound boy and looked into his eyes: his love, his trust were so strong that he didn’t fear anything; his master could savagely fuck him, giving free rein to his pent-up lust, but the boy knew - hoped! - he wouldn’t hurt him. The airman pointed his cock, hard as a steel rod, to the boy’s tender ass, and the urge to mercilessly shove his rod into the helpless ass almost overwhelmed him. But he was his boy, he trusted him! His loins trembled, while the airman, recalling all his residual strength, restrained himself. With an extreme effort, he penetrated his boy with the greatest gentleness.

“Aaaaahhh!” – Stewart moaned immediately, swept away by a massive orgasm: the slightest touch of the tender ass on his engorged cock had been enough to make him spurt all the sperm that had been boiling up into his balls for countless hours. But Stewart didn’t stop, he was too horny!

The man went on making love to the helpless boy, still restraining himself not to abuse the inviting ass. It didn’t take long until he tensed again, feeling on the brink of a second orgasm. He looked into Rick’s eyes with such a great affection, love and guilt that the boy was intimately moved. “Forgive me, Rick… I’ve been so selfish…” – he said to the bound boy – “I swore to protect you, but I made you suffer so much! I failed as a master, I ignored your needs and hurt you!”

“This is not true, sir” – Rick replied with a loving tone – “Tonight you have endured a tough trial for me, and you could find the strength to restrain your overwhelming lust, denying yourself the pleasure your body and mind are screaming for. But the trial is over, sir. Now I know I can trust you, and you fully proved me how strong is your love. Please, release my restraints, and yours, too: give free rein to your lust, let me feel how much you love me, sir!”

Stewart was wild with desire and repressed lust. With frantic movements, he untied Rick’s limbs and held his legs up and apart. Then, his hips slammed hard the boy’s ass, over and over, in a furious fuck. “Yeah… Yeah! Aaaaaghh!” – the airmen yelled, cumming wildly for the second time into the tender chute, but still he didn’t stop, he wanted more!

The frantic, powerful fuck went on for many long minutes. Rick felt his ass on fire, but he didn’t complain: on the contrary, he incited his master not to hold back: “Yes, sir, let me feel it! Give me it all!” – he shouted, arching his hips to take his master’s cock deeper into him.

Stewart was near to exhaustion, his cock ached for the exertion, his entire body was dripping with sweat. “Here it comes, boy! I’m going to flood your sweet ass with jizz! Yeah… Aaaahh!! Yeaahh!”

With one last howl of pleasure, the muscular man emptied his balls, once more, into his boy’s ass, and then crushed bodily over him, totally exhausted and spent. Rick held him tight, whispering in his ear all his love and pride for him, until he realized that the man, outworn by the sleepless night and the relentless sexual stimulation, had fallen asleep in his arms.

A long, long night had ended at the Cove. The first rays of the rising sun were flowing through the wide windows overlooking the ocean, gently bathing Beau, Kale, Stewart and Rick, all sleeping soundly in their beds.

The same rose-tinted sunlight shone over Rowan, at the end of his first work shift at the quarry. The guy’s mind went to his room in the basement, to his small bed, and felt tired.

Little he knew that his well-deserved rest, that morning, would be delayed. He didn’t know, yet, but soon he would be given the chance to show to the Cove his courage and his athletic skills…

Footnotes and references:
[1] See Chapter 4, ~ The nightmare is real ~
[2] See Chapter 5

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(End of chapter 13 – Please proceed to Chapter 14)