Tales from the Cove: Toy-Boy

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≈ TOY-BOY – Part 3 ≈

~ A hunk named Hank ~

After the “Fareed affair”, it happened quite frequently that Stewart invited a man at home, and Rick never complained, as he now knew deep inside that his strong bond with the airman was not at a stake. The boy noticed that almost all of the men that came to their home were from the military base: they were co-workers about the same age as Stewart, or younger rookies serving under Stewart’s command, or visiting soldiers and airmen from other bases.

To tell the truth, Rick not only graciously accepted these visits, but often enjoyed them very much. All the men invited by Stewart were handsome and fit, and some of them were extremely hot, and playfully flirted with Rick, making him giggle and firing his imagination.

Stewart, by his side, took the habit of leaving his door slightly ajar, so to let Rick to covertly enjoy the show, if he wanted to, and also to make clear that what was happening in the bedroom was not made behind Rick’s back. During those hot sessions, Stewart proved to be very adaptable, as sometimes he topped his partner, other times he offered his ass, but he never ceased to amaze Rick with his proud manliness and his sexual prowess.

It even happened once that Rick, peeping through the door, was so enthralled by the overwhelming display of raw masculinity that stumbled and stepped out in the open. He saw a hot muscular guy knelt on the bed, his body arched backwards, with his eyes shut, totally lost in his pleasure, while Stewart fucked him from behind. The guy’s cock was throbbing furiously, but he seemed to put a great effort in holding back an impending orgasm.

Stewart looked at Rick over the guy’s shoulder, and soothed his sudden embarrassment with a wink. The airman, with an urchin grin, signaled to the boy to join them and suck the guy’s cock. While Rick got naked, Stewart growled into the guy’s ear: “No matter how hard you resist, you’re about to lose your battle…”

“You wish…!” – the guy replied in a breath, with his eyes still closed and his head reclined over Stewart’s shoulder, a moment before Rick’s wet mouth closed around his engorged cock – “I can resist… You can’t… AAAHH!! What… No no no no!”

Rick played his best tricks on the already overloaded weapon, and it took only few thrusts of his mouth to hear the guy moan loud and explode into a body-shaking climax. Like a chain reaction, Stewart too unloaded his balls into the guy’s firm ass, giving to Rick a joyfully conspiratorial glance.

All in all, Rick liked the men who came home with Stewart. What puzzled Rick a bit was that some of them came for dinner and then stayed for breakfast, while others came later in the night and fled away minutes before getting off Stewart’s bed. Rick thought it was none of his business: maybe they were just shy, or weren’t out to their friends and relatives and didn’t want anyone to know that they had sex with Stewart.

He was right, actually, but only in part. Those guys and men who didn’t stay the night, often had male partners and felt guilty cheating on them with Stewart; or they just didn’t like Stewart, though being into man-love. But they had no choice, as Stewart, abusing his authority and his rank, forced them to have sex with him.

Stewart was not a man who could accept a “no” when he got the hots for a guy, especially if younger or under his command. The only boundary he never crossed was to never do that with straight guys.

But this self-imposed limit soon became too hard to commit to, when a new recruit was assigned to his command. His name was Hank [1], and though he was technically a rookie, he was a grown-up man, even a little older than Stewart. Massive muscular body, square jaws, sun-kissed blond hair, deep blue eyes… and married. Totally, happily, hopelessly straight and married, and father of two.

At first, Stewart flirted with him, but had to step back when he made clear that he wasn’t into men. But the blond stud was such a tease that Stewart couldn’t restrain himself from coming on to him again and again, playing all his trump cards. But neither the authority nor the threats of disciplinary consequences could make the straight man accept what he considered inappropriate and disgusting advances.

Hank became an obsession for Stewart. When at home, he often talked about him with Rick, venting his frustration; and Rick, who was very sensitive to the issue, never failed to advice the man to kick Hank out of his mind and never, for any reason, force him to do something against his will.

For more than a month there were no male visitors at Stewart’s house, and even Rick had a hard time gaining access to Stewart’s bed. But the boy loved his man dearly, and patiently waited, making Stewart know that he was there for him, whenever he needed something, may it be tender love or rough sex, whatever. Rick was Stewart’s boy and he knew his place was beside his man, no matter what.

~ A nightly visitor ~

One evening, after dinner, Rick was in his room, getting ready for bed, when he heard the doorbell ring, and Stewart open the door. «One of those ‘stealth’ sex buddies…» – Rick thought, while hearing silent steps on the staircase. He felt uneasy and a bit alarmed when he heard Stewart’s door closing: for months, he never did that, he always left the door ajar for Rick to peek. Why this time was different?

The boy couldn’t resist, and silently went out, crouched in front of Stewart’s door, and looked through the keyhole. Inside, beside the bed, there was a handsome muscular man, standing at attention in a military stance, stripped to his white boxer-briefs. His powerful chest was covered with a thick layer of blond hair. He looked uneasy, and when Stewart, still fully clothed in his uniform, got closer and started groping the man’s bulge, he hastily stepped back, uttering a chocked “Sir… Please…”

“Perhaps you need to be reminded why you’re here, Hank…” – Stewart replied coldly – “You fucked up a major project, and you could be discharged with dishonor for that. But I offered to cover your fault, and stated clear what I wanted in exchange. So, shut the fuck up, stand at attention and don’t you dare to move if not ordered to! I’m going to do whatever I want with you, and you will give me what I want!”

With that, Stewart slipped his hand inside the hunk’s underwear and roughly groped his manhood, and the guy didn’t move a single muscle, though his expression of discomfort and humiliation spoke volumes.

“Good.” – the airman growled. He lusted for that hunk of a man, but he wanted to humiliate him, too, for the many times he rejected his advances. More, he wanted to humiliate his being so stubbornly straight! He wanted his mind to fight as hard as possible, but in the end witness his body betray him.

Stewart moved in front of the guy and started removing his uniform, slowly, looking straight at his prey, knowing that the show would’ve have heightened the guy’s uneasiness. When naked, he crouched at the side of the guy and slowly pulled down the boxer, revealing a massive uncut cock protruding from a thick bush of blond pubes, and two balls of substantial size. He made the guy step out of the underwear and then ordered: “Legs apart and hands behind your head!”

Hank immediately assumed the position, feeling shamefully exposed to the greedy eyes of his commander. Stewart threw one arm around the guy’s hips and used his other hand to sensually massage the hefty member. At first, the cock stayed limp, but Stewart took his time, slowly pumping on the soft meat, making the tight foreskin relentlessly rub against the sensitive glans, until the massive manhood came to life, and slowly grew stiffer and bigger, until it was at full mast.

“A sizeable endowment… Your wife is a lucky girl” – the airman said, mentioning on purpose Hank’s wife to remind him his fierce heterosexuality. He moved to the guy’s front and kneeled down, looking intently at the big meat tool: “Does she do to you… this?”

Stewart opened his mouth wide and enclosed the plump mushroom head in his lips, rolling his tongue on the exposed glans at a madly pace; and then started moving his head forward, taking inch by inch the massive meat inside his mouth and down his throat. He didn’t stop until his nose was firmly buried into the guy’s blond bush; and then, he started tightening his throat muscles, giving to the trapped meat an excruciating massage.

A feeble “Oooohh….” escaped for the guy’s mouth. He was still in a standing position, with his hands behind his head, his eyes closed, and he was putting an obvious effort in keeping his hips still, to not pump back and forth into his commander’s expert mouth.

“I see you like it…” – Stewart said, recoiling for a moment, and then started sucking again on the stud’s rod in earnest, coupling his mouth with his hand, massaging the heavy ball sac and sneaking a finger behind it, to tickle the perineum and the tuft of hair hiding the nether portal.

Hank started trembling, forcefully brought toward the peak of an explosive orgasm. “S… Sir… AAAH! Sir, no… Stop, please…” – the guy pleaded, hating himself for being on the verge of cumming into a man’s mouth – “I’m so close… Nnngghh… I can’t hold it any more, sir… Please… Please!!”

Stewart stopped his heavy stimulation and slowly stood up, to stare into the panting guy’s eye. He enjoyed seeing into them a deep shame, a great embarrassment, but also a thankful glimpse. «He thinks I had mercy of him…» – Stewart thought, while a lustful smirk flashed on his face. “On the bed, on your back. Bend your legs and hold them up and apart. Now!”

~ The final humiliation ~

The guy reluctantly climbed on the bed and assumed the position. The feeble hope had vanished from his eyes, replaced by a sudden fear: the last order could mean only one thing, that his commander was about to forcefully, painfully take his anal virginity, splitting his man hole in the most humiliating way.

And Hank was right, he was about to feel utterly humiliated, but not for the reason he had imagined.

Stewart kneeled on the bed, behind the guy’s fully exposed ass, wore a condom and used plenty of lube to thoroughly oil his stiff cock. Then, he smeared more lube on the stud’s quivering hole and gently pushed one finger in it, moving it slowly in and out, and gyrating it to spread the greasy gel.

The feeling was not pleasant for Hank, but not painful, either. He stood still, looking at Stewart, and let out a little gasp when a second finger was added to the first one. Again, the airman took his time, slowly making the tight hole relax, and then added more lube and a third finger, until he reckoned that the blond stud was ready for the main event.

Hank’s eyes widened when the stiff cock, ever so slowly, forced open his well-lubed and relaxed hole; apart from an initial discomfort, he didn’t feel any pain, and… this was somewhat wrong for him, who expected the defloration of a straight unwilling male like him to be extremely painful. Where was the pain? And what buttons that hot rod was pressing inside him, to make his already stiff cock burp out droplets of clear pre-cum?

«My ass was made to take men’s cocks…» – the guy thought in a daze, feeling dirty and disgusted by himself – «I’m taking this thick cock like a seasoned slut!!»

Stewart could easily spot the turmoil Hank was living, as it was written in clear letters into his eyes and over his face, and fucked the tight ass with growing intensity, digging his cock deeper and aiming at the inexperienced prostate at each thrust. When he saw Hank roll back his eyes for a moment and heard the feeble “nnngghh…” coming from his clenched mouth he started to savor his victory over the stubborn straight stud.

Over and over, Stewart’s expert rod filled the tight hole and battered the sensitive joy nut, relentlessly, taking his time, but without ever giving the squirming guy a break. At first, Hank had just reacted with surprise and shame to the lack of pain, then he felt the initial discomfort fade, as his hole got used to the unprecedented invasion. But now he realized that that hot cock was… actually making him build a whole lot of steam, and he felt his groin and his balls straining for release.

«He wants me to cum!» – he sudden realized, and his eyes snapped open, to look plaintively at his commander. “Sir… please… If you want, cum inside me, I don’t care, but please, don’t… don’t…”

“My cock is making you feel good, uh?” – Stewart mused – “But I can make you feel even better…”

His strong hand closed around the guy’s throbbing cock, now coated with copious pre-cum, and started stroking it in sync with the thrusts of his cock inside the warm ass. Up and down, in and out, faster… faster… faster!

Hank was delirious, fighting hard to hold back the pleasure, the unwanted, despised, and yet excruciating pleasure that his commander was forcing him to feel. He was lost, he knew it, and tears made his eyes wet: “Please, sir! At least, don’t make me cum with a cock in my ass! I’m begging you, sir! Don’t humiliate me this way!”

But Stewart’s hand and cock didn’t stop, and went on pushing the guy toward the precipice. Hank tossed his head from side to side in a last, desperate effort to hold back: “Sir, no! Please! Ah! Don’t do it…! Shit! AAAAGH!!”

His cock exploded like a volcano, erupting a steady stream of thick man cream, while Stewart, blown away by the guy’s massive orgasm, moaned loud his pleasure and sprayed his seed deep inside the once-virgin hole.

Out of the door, Rick rose to his unsteady feet. He was horrified and had covered his ears with his hands, not to hear the man begging and pleading… like he himself, not long ago, was begging and pleading, but those men had no mercy of him, just like Stewart had no mercy of Hank. 

He ran to his room and noisily slammed the door; he threw himself on the bed and pressed his face on the pillow. He blamed himself for not intervening, though he knew that there was no way for him to stop Stewart. «He raped Hank…» – the boy thought, no doubts in his mind. He pitied Hank, pitied himself, and for a moment, a long and heartbreaking moment, he hated Stewart, and shut tight his eyes, to not see the beautiful image of his beloved airman crumble to pieces.

He was still repressing his sobs when he heard Hank hastily run downstairs and slam the main door.

~ Tongue-lashing ~

The next morning, Stewart went downstairs to have breakfast, but all he could find in the kitchen was cold coffee and a dark-faced Rick, who was standing tall, looking at him with eyes telling of a sleepless night.

“Hey, kid…”, the man said, uncertain.

“Sir, you told me I could tell you anything, without holding back, right?”

Stewart nodded affirmatively, standing tall and crossing his arms on his chest. «Probably Rick overheard something, last night…» – he thought – «but if Hank is the subject of the conversation, then it’s none of Rick’s business!»

The airman didn’t regret anything he’d done with Hank, and wasn’t going to let his boy have a say in his private matters!

“You behaved horribly last night, with Hank, sir…” – Rick said with restrained voice.

“Since when you’ve become my conscience, boy?” – the airman fired back – “I didn’t do anything bad with Hank!”

“You raped him!” – the boy screamed, stomping a foot on the floor, out of pure frustration for Stewart’s total lack of sensibility.

“I didn’t do anything like that! Hank came like a hose!”

“I know.” – Rick said coldly – “I saw him. And I heard him! I heard his heartfelt pleas, I heard him begging you to stop! But you…” – Rick’s voice cracked – “…you had no mercy…”

“All this fuss for nothing!” – Stewart exclaimed, trying to restrain his anger – “If you saw us… peeping through the keyhole, I guess… then you know I didn’t hurt him! I didn’t cause him the slightest pain!”

Rick shot at Stewart a heartbreaking glance, and said with a lower tone: “A rape is not just a matter of physical pain, sir, trust my word, I’m an expert. The abuse is in the forceful domination, in making the victim feel like shit, like a slut. I know exactly how Hank felt, sir… He felt violated in his deepest intimacy, vulnerable, at the mercy of a merciless predator…”

“Oh, sure, he came like a hose, and that should patch things up, right, sir?” – Rick continued, embittered – “He liked it, so where’s the problem? I can’t count the times when, during those parties, I’ve been forced to cum, one, two, three times in a row, while those men mocked me and laughed at me! No, sir, let me tell you, I didn’t like it at all…”

Listening to Rick’s words, Stewart lost all his boldness and turned pale. Last night, with Hank, he let his desire for revenge take over, and went too far with him. Way too far. He… raped him, Rick was right, and deep inside he already knew it very well. He could fool himself, pretending that he was just giving pleasure to Hank, but he couldn’t fool his boy, his… conscience.

He looked at Rick, across the small kitchen, and he suddenly knew that he was about to lose his boy. As if reading his mind, Rick, with wet eyes, cried out: “I cannot love a man who acts in such a horrible way, sir… But I cannot live without loving you!”

The boy ran into his man’s arms, unable to restrain anymore his desperate sobs, and buried his face into his chest: “Tell me you understand the harm you caused to Hank, sir! Tell me you regret what you’ve done! Don’t make me hate you, sir, I couldn’t bear it!”

“I… I re…” – Stewart tried to say, too emotional to go on. He felt he didn’t deserve the sheer love that his boy, despite his obvious guilt, was bestowing on him. He took a long, ragged breath and finally said: “I dearly regret what I’ve done, kid. I needed you to open my eyes…”

The man recoiled and held Rick at arm’s length. With a faint smile, he repeated: “Since when you become my conscience, Ricky boy?”

“Since I got myself a place in your heart, sir” – the boy replied, reciprocating the weary but loving smile.

Stewart stood tall and inhaled sharply: “I’d better call in sick, today. I don’t feel to meet Hank, I couldn’t look at his eyes… But I need to do something, I can’t rewind the time, but I could at least give him a better future. I have many connections at the base, I will make them grant him a promotion and a transfer to a better place than this small town, a place where he can love his wife and raise his kids, without me around, constantly reminding him what happened”.

~ A… new life ~

The day after, in the morning, while having breakfast, they were startled by the doorbell ring. Stewart went to the living room and came back after a while, holding some papers in his hand. Looking at his eyes, Rick knew it wasn’t good news what he was bearing.

“It was a bailiff… They’re… They’re throwing me out…!” – the airman said, almost in disbelief, and handed the papers to Rick.

Apparently, Hank, overcoming his shame, had lodged a formal complaint against Stewart for sexual harassment, and the disciplinary commission, while pending the final ruling, had relieved Stewart from duty, blocked his bank account and revoked his right to stay in the military house he lived in. They had 24 hours to leave the house.

“Where are we going to live, sir…?” – Rick asked with trembling voice – “I… I put aside a little savings, but they won’t last long…”

“Don’t worry, kid, I can still take care of you” – the airman said, trying to sound more confident than he really felt – “Just let me make some phone calls, I still have friends at the base, they won’t turn their back on me…”

He went to his bedroom and spent the next two hours talking, shouting, discussing and pleading. But the rumor had spread like a wildfire, and soon Stewart understood that none of his “friends” was going to help him. He was on his own.

The man went back downstairs and said hastily: “Pack your bags, Ricky boy, we’re leaving in the afternoon”. At sunset, Stewart’s truck was loaded with a whole lot of bags, suitcases and backpacks. Stewart started the engine and drove off, without turning back.

Rick, seated beside him, didn’t dare to say anything: he just stood silent, watching Stewart’s frowning expression. The boy wondered where they were going, as apparently Stewart was driving aimlessly across the entire town, from the Air Force base to the central mall area, then to East Downtown, then to the Port, and back to the mall.

It was night when Stewart finally stopped the car in a small parking lot in front of a closed grocery store.

Rick, timidly, broke the silence: “Where are we going to spend the night, sir?”

Stewart clenched his jaws and tightened his fingers on the steering wheel. “I… I don’t know, Ricky boy…” – he murmured, looking at his feet.

Rick was deeply moved by Stewart’s defeated tone, and reacted with his usual resilience: “Well, this parking lot will do perfectly fine, sir, as it’s well-lit and near the police station. We’ll be fine, we can recline the seats, I’ve even packed a couple of blankets… just in case, you know…”

Stewart looked at his boy and flashed a sad smile, the soon faded: “I don’t know even what we’ll eat for dinner… and tomorrow for breakfast… and…”

“Oh, no problem, sir! I’ve packed almost the entire pantry, and I have some money, too, we’ll have no problems… for three or four days at least, sir. Here, take these crackers” – he said, rummaging in the bags on the back seat to hide his anxiety and his sorrow – “and here is some cheese, and maybe…”

He couldn’t finish his phrase, as Stewart hugged him with desperate intensity: “Thank you kid…” – he whispered – “Thank you for not judging me…”

“I love you, sir, and sleeping in a cottage, in a mansion or in a parking lot won’t change that…” – the boy replied, and sealed his lips to Stewart’s, in a tender, passionate kiss.

Ten days went by, and they were still sleeping in the car, changing parking lot every night. Rick’s little savings and the few stored supplies were long depleted.  During the day Stewart left Rick alone, and came back hours later, often with his clothes covered with dirt and drenched with sweat, always bringing something to eat for Rick. “I’ve already eaten”, he usually said when Rick tried to share the little food with his man.

~ A truly new life ~

One morning, Rick woke up and saw Stewart looking at him with sad eyes. “I can’t let you live like this, Ricky boy. You can’t pay for my faults…”

“I don’t mind, sir, really” – Rick lied – “I can maybe look for a job, and…”

“No!” – the airman interrupted him – “You deserve something better than this. There’s a man, an old friend of mine, who may help us… hopefully. I’m not sure, but it’s worth a try. He’s a wonderful man… and he’s my last hope.”

“If he’s such a wonderful man, why are you unsure he would help us, sir?”

“Well, because…” – Stewart said, ashamed – “we had an… affaire, long ago, and I… uhm… I did him wrong. But I know how big his heart is, he won’t turn his back to us.”

Stewart took from a suitcase his last clean t-shirt and pulled up his untidy hair, and then started the engine. He slowly drove south, along Main Road, almost to the town border and stopped in front of a big three-storey wooden house overlooking the beach.

They stepped out of the car and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, Rick watched in disbelief at the man standing in the doorframe: he was Beauregard Rice-Duncan de la Motte! [2] He couldn’t believe his eyes, as that man was extremely rich, was well-known in the charity clubs as the most generous contributor, and… was as handsome as a blond god! He was tall, blond, had a noble poise, and a body to die for.

«Did Stewart have an affair with him??» – Rick gasped, realizing that Beauregard, always extremely reserved in public about his sexual inclinations, was apparently into men. «He’s so generous! He will surely help us!» – Rick thought, unable to restrain a wide joyful smile.

But his smile soon faded when the man looked at Stewart with contemptuous disdain and said: “You have guts to show up this way, Stu, after what you’ve done to me…”

Rick looked at Stewart, who was clearly putting an enormous effort in gulping down his pride. The airman took a deep breath and looked straight at his ex-lover: “Beau, I know I don’t deserve your help, I made you suffer too much…” – he said with trembling voice – “But, as you see, I’m not alone anymore, this is my boy Hendrick. He’s my boy, Beau! I swore to protect and nurture him, and I… can’t do it. I failed with him as a master, as I failed with you as a man. But my boy doesn’t have to pay the price of my errors. Take him with you, Beau. I beg you, if you ever loved me, give him what I can’t give him anymore”.

Rick felt his heart jump in his chest like crazy and his head spin: Stewart had gulped down his pride and was prepared to go on living in a car, only to give him, Rick, a chance for a better life!

But for Rick there was no better life than the one he was already living, with the man he loved more than anything.

“I don’t care to sleep in a car, as long as you are with me, sir!” – Rick exclaimed with broken voice, hugging Stewart so tight that the man could barely breath. “Ri… Ricky boy… I…” – the airman tried to say, but a lump in his throat blocked his voice.

A low voice came from the dark entrance hall: “Beau, he’s one of us”. Stewart and Rick raised their eyes and saw a handsome tanned man, with exotic features, behind Beauregard.

“I know” – the tall man replied – “I’ve always knew”. He stepped back, opening the door wider and said: “Come inside, both of you. Welcome to the Cove”.

The airman and his boy stepped inside, with thankful smiles lighting up their faces. They didn’t realize, in that moment, that crossing the door sill they were not just entering their new home: they were entering their new life, too.

…But this is another story.

The End... sort of!

Optional references to “Rowan’s Journey to Manhood”, if you want to read more about:
[1] Stewart and Hank: Chapter 20, ~ Stewart’s Secret ~
[2] Beauregard: Chapter 20, ~ Stewart and Hendrick arrive at the Cove ~