About the ‘Tales from the Cove”
Though published under a common title, referencing to “Rowan’s Journey to Manhood”, these are completely stand-alone stories purposely aimed to those who never heard of Rowan or The Cove.
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I may provide, in footnotes, references to Rowan’s saga that readers may choose to optionally follow if they find the story enticing and want to read more.
TALES FROM THE COVE
≈ BAD COP, GOOD COP ≈
~ The Precinct’s basement ~
Detective Alex Mansfield raised his gaze from his desk when a muffled scream and some feeble sobs came from the basement, where the security cells were located. A deep frown darkened Alex’ face and his fists instinctively clenched, breaking the pencil he was holding. With a positive effort, he forced himself to stay still.
«That fuckin’ bastard!» – he thought, silently cursing his fellow policeman, detective Howard Harrison. It was the night shift, and apart from a young rookie at the reception, he and Harrison were the only policemen in the Precinct.
He remembered when Harrison, half an hour before, came back from a patrol ride with a handcuffed guy he arrested somewhere. The guy didn’t look dangerous, he actually seemed a nice guy, and probably he was: his only guilt, in all likelihood, was just to be good-looking and openly gay.
And now he was paying the price of being himself.
Everyone at the Precinct despised Harrison for his arrogance, his violent attitude and his homophobia; but those who crossed his path quickly saw their career abruptly put to an end, or were transferred to some remote village next to the Mexican border. Harrison was vengeful and well-connected to some top dogs, and no one could touch him. Not even Alex.
But unlike all the other fellow policemen, Alex had a special reason to hate Harrison: he was gay himself, and Harrison knew it. Truth to be told, Alex wasn’t the most handsome man around, but he had a massive, bulky hairy body that made many people, men and women alike, drool with desire. Often, while taking a shower after a workout at the Precinct’s gym, he saw his co-workers covertly peeking with envy at his muscular torso, his bulging ass and his huge veiny cock.
Since Harrison discovered that Alex was gay, he started coming to him, with an arrogant attitude, always saying something disgusting like “keep that precious ass of yours ready, because sooner or later I’m going to split it open, faggot!”
It didn’t take long to Alex to understand Harrison’s true nature: he was intimately attracted to men, but he hid it under his homophobic attitude; and whenever his sex with his random girls became too boring, he vented his sexual frustration by “punishing” a good-looking gay guy.
And that was what Harrison was doing in that very moment in the basement to the hapless guy he had arrested: he was “punishing” him, taking by force his ass and raping him in the most humiliating ways, secretly enjoying every minute of it, but openly despising what he had to endure in order to punish the victim’s “indecent” behavior.
Another muffled scream of pain roused Alex from his thoughts and he had a gut-wrenching spasm. “That fuckin’ bastard!” – he said again, this time aloud, hitting hard the desk. With an angry, determined chin, he rose from his chair and headed to the basement.
Downstairs the light was very dim; the only light came from the farthest cell. He strode there in the darkness and the first thing his eyes focused on was the captured guy, lying face down on an interrogation desk, handcuffed to a hook and with his legs leaning down to the floor. He was naked and the expression of fear and pain in his eyes hit Alex like a ton of bricks.
Behind him, there was Harrison, still wearing his uniform but with his trousers unbuttoned; he was fucking the guy with powerful short strokes, making the guy whine and sob at each thrust. Alex couldn’t see Harrison’s cock, buried as it was inside the guy’s unwilling hole, but he knew that Harrison was not much endowed, length-wise, no more than six inches, but his girth was impressive. Definitely not a cock someone would want to have violently shoved up his ass…
The restrained guy was the first to notice Alex staring at them in the dim light. “Sir… Sir, please…” – he whined, looking straight at the muscular policeman with pleading, teary eyes. Alex couldn’t stay put: “Harrison…” – he said in a grave tone, stepping into the light – “Whatever your point, you proved it. Now stop and release this guy.”
Harrison didn’t stop pounding the guy and turned to look at Alex with a defiant attitude: “Mind your own business, Alex!”
Everyone at the Precinct used to address the co-workers by surname, out of respect, but not Harrison: he always called Alex using his first name, to emphasize his self-assurance and his supposed superiority.
Alex restrained his anger because he knew it would be counterproductive. “Come on, Harrison, this guy already had more than he deserved…”
“What part of ‘mind your own business’ is unclear to you, Alex? Fuck off and get out of here!”
“You can’t go on doing this!” – Alex shouted, unable to restrain himself any more – “We’re supposed to ‘protect and serve’, for fuck’s sake!”
“I do what I want, shithead! And since you care so much for this faggot, you surely wouldn’t want me to make him this! And this! And THIS! – the evil cop yelled, punctuating his last words with tremendous thrusts that made the guy cry out loud for the pain. “No!” – Alex shouted, looking at the suffering guy – “OK, Harrison, I’m going, but slow down! Don’t hurt him! Don’t hurt him…”
Unexpectedly, Harrison’s hips slowed down to then stand still. Both the victim and the rapist glanced at Alex, the former with a thankful gaze, the latter with evil, lustful eyes. “Yeah… Maybe I could release this guy…” – Harrison said with a lascivious tone – “…if you take his place!”
“Fuck you, Harrison!” – Alex shouted – “Someone sooner or later will stop you!”. He turned around, angry and defeated, and headed to the stairs, desperately trying to ignore the guy’s heartfelt pleas and harrowing screams: “No, Sir! Please come back! Please… AAAARGHH!!”
~ A younger prey ~
In the following months, Harrison arrested other guys, always at the beginning of the night shift, so to “punish” them in the deserted basement. Every time, coming back to the Precinct with the handcuffed guy, he “casually” stopped near Alex, so to let him look at the prisoner and feel pain for him.
Alex never reacted, as he knew well he could do nothing to stop Harrison; he had tried in the past, but his complaints were always covered up by someone high in the Police hierarchy, and sometimes he was even scolded by the Captain for having a persecutory attitude toward Harrison.
One evening, Harrison went out, saying he was going to patrol East Downtown. Alex knew that there was a famous gay club in East Downtown, the “Mighty Stud” [1], and for sure Harrison would’ve come back with another guy to “punish” in his hideous way. But when the evil cop came back and, as usual, briefly stopped next to his desk, Alex’ heart skipped a beat.
The “prisoner” was very young, more a boy than a guy, and looked at him with fearful eyes, like a deer in the light. Their eye contact lasted no more than few seconds, as the boy was abruptly dragged downstairs, but it was enough for Alex to understand that this time he couldn’t let Harrison hurt him.
Few minutes later, Harrison came back upstairs and headed to the bathroom, and Alex took a chance to go down to the basement to talk to the boy. When he looked at him through the cell bars, the boy was in a miserable state, clearly on the verge of crying.
“Hey, kid…” – Alex said with the most reassuring tone he was capable of – “What’s your name?”
“Charlie, sir” – he replied with little voice.
“You look young, how old are you? Why have you been arrested?”
Charlie took a deep breath to calm down, but he obviously failed, as he blurted out a stream of consciousness: “I’m seventeen, sir… and I really don’t know why the officer arrested me! I wasn’t doing anything bad… well… Sir, I don’t want to lie to you, I work at the Mighty Stud, it’s a gay bar, they have a backroom, you know, where men meet each other and they have sex, and I work there, I… ehm… give head to them, you know, if they need a little help to be… ready. Oh, sir! I know Detective Harrison, I’ve met him several times at the Mighty Stud, and he’s a bad man! Can you… Can you… Oh, please sir…!”
“What the fuck are you doing down here, Alex??” – Harrison’s voice boomed in the basement – “Get out of my way, I have something to… discuss with the boy, here!”
Alex turned to Harrison and looked at him horrified: “Come on, Harrison, he’s just a kid…”
“He’s man enough to take what I’m going to dish at him!” – the evil cop shouted – “Don’t make me angry or you know what will happen!”
“Harrison, please, don’t do it. He’s a kid, for god’s sake!” – Alex said with a restrained voice – “Leave him under my custody! I’m asking you as a personal favor, Harrison!”
The officer looked back at Alex with a mocking attitude and growled: “Well, if you want the boy, you know what I want in return…”
Alex looked down at the man’s hand brushing lasciviously his cock through the uniform and replied in a low voice: “Don’t harm the kid, Harrison. I… I’ll do whatever you want”.
~ Revenge ~
With a malicious grin, Harrison unlocked the cell door and entered it, pulling Alex with him, and then locked again the metal gate. “Now, there’s only the three of us…” – he growled.
“You promised not to touch the boy!” – Alex shouted, and the evil cop faked an innocent smile: “Oh, I won’t touch him… but I want him to see you humiliate yourself. Strip! I want you stark naked!”
It was clear to Alex that Harrison didn’t want just to painful split open his ass, he wanted to take revenge on him, humiliating him in the worst possible way, in front of the kid. Alex wasn’t scared by the physical pain, thought he knew it would’ve been very painful; truth to be told, he was almost a virgin: he was a natural top man, and apart from a few experiences in his youthful years, he never let any man have his ass.
But what really bothered Alex was the stinging mortification, and he had to forcefully restrain himself not to attack Harrison and hit him hard in the face. Instead, his hands slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, and then his trousers, until he was stripped to his underwear. Reluctantly, he pulled down his white briefs, under Harrison’s triumphant and lustful eyes.
“Good boy…” – Harrison mused – “Now down to the floor, on all four! And you, kid, kneel in front of him and look straight at him, don’t ever avert your gaze! I want you to witness every single moment of the degradation of this man!”
Both the cop and the boy did as ordered, and once again Alex found himself locking eyes with the kid… and he felt a sudden connection with him. He could spot in the boy’s eyes a mix of fear, gratitude and affection, an empathy that he never experienced with anyone. Those young wide-open eyes became a lifebelt, a rock for Alex to cling to: he was humiliating himself and was about to suffer a great physical pain, but it was the right thing to do. He could read into those innocent eyes such a great respect, adoration and love that suddenly he didn’t feel mortified any more, he felt powerful, and knew for sure that Harrison wouldn’t ever break him.
When the evil cop savagely shoved his thick cock, all the way to the hilt, into Alex’ unprepared ass, the bulky officer stuck to the boy’s eyes, and could find into them the strength not to utter a single sound, not even the faintest whine of pain.
Harrison quickly realized that Alex was not going to give him any satisfaction, apart from the merely physical one, and became furious. He started pounding Alex’ ass with such a force that no man could possibly resist, but the naked stud kept staring into the boy’s eyes, finding into them a tender shelter from the wicked onslaught he was submitted to.
Both the man and the boy lost track of the time, while Harrison grunts and curses echoed in the deserted basement. “Damn you!” – he finally yelled, realizing that he couldn’t hold back any more, and still he had not broken Alex’ fierce spirit and, even worse, he could not humiliate the proud cop in front of the boy.
“Aaahh… Fuck you, Alex… NNNGGHH!!” – he howled, spurting his seed into Alex’ sore hole, in a weary and unsatisfactory orgasm. That was for sure the worst fuck he had ever given to anyone, and he hated Alex for that. Quickly, Harrison put his cock back in his pants and stood up, saying: “It’s not over, Alex! I’ll make you pay for this! I swear I will break you!” – and then he stormed away, leaving the door cell ajar.
Alex was panting, he felt his ass on fire, but he didn’t submit to his hideous co-worker, and he knew he couldn’t ever be able to do that alone. “Thanks, kid…” – he whispered, still gazing deep into the boy’s eyes, that grew even wider for the surprise of… being thanked by the bulky man who had suffered so much only to save him.
Then, groaning, he rose to his knees. His limp cock twitched between his legs, as the relentless pounding on his prostate had forced a great pressure to build up into his groin, and he gasped when he saw the boy reach out to his manhood and caress it lovingly, sensually.
For a brief instant, Alex basked into the sudden pleasure that the caring hand was giving him. After the harsh trial he had to endure, that tender gesture was like a balm for his bruised body and hurting soul; but he quickly came back to his senses and held the boy’s wrist. “No.” – he said, with a tone that didn’t allow rejection.
“But sir…” – Charlie tried to say – “…this is what I do best…”
Alex shook his head: “Not any more, kid. I don’t want you to do that ever more…. Sure enough, not for money. And in any case not with me.”
The sudden expression of disconsolation and disappointment that appeared on the boy’s face was tender and hilarious at the same time, so Alex hastened to add: “…until you are of age!”
Charlie nodded affirmatively, with a faint smile. While getting dressed, the cop guessed from Charlie’s uncertainty that the Mighty Stud surely was the boy’s only source of income, and probably even his home, and his heart went out to him: “You will stay with me, for now. I will take care of you” – he said, and this time Charlie’s smile was much wider [2].
~ At home ~
At dawn Alex’ work shift ended, so he woke up Charlie, who was sleeping on a bench nearby, where Alex could check him: he didn’t want to leave him alone with Harrison for a single minute.
“Time to go home!” – the cop said with a comforting smile. After a short trip by car, Alex welcomed Charlie into his apartment. Charlie looked around a bit disconsolate: while the apartment was new and in good conditions, it was very untidy, with clothes scattered around, dirty dishes in the sink, the bed undone and a whole lot of dust over the furniture. Apparently, Alex was an excellent cop, but when it came to keep a house, he didn’t even where to start.
“There’s only one bedroom” – Alex said with practical tone – “but the sofa can become a nice bed that will do perfectly fine”. Charlie flashed an urchin grin: “Sir, maybe I can sleep in your bed, it’s so big that it will certainly fit the two of us…!”
“No, Charlie” – Alex replied seriously – “I told you: I won’t ever touch you until you’re of age. This is not negotiable. And since I didn’t have a partner since… I don’t even remember when, it would be hard for me to restrain myself if I have you in my bed. You will sleep here on the sofa.”
Charlie felt a pang of dismay, listening to Alex, but also felt a twitch in his pants, thinking at that gorgeous hunk of a man so full of repressed horniness that he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself, if sleeping next to him.
“So, you haven’t a partner?” – Charlie said, trying unsuccessfully to keep a casual tone – “I thought there would be a line of hot men out of your door, hoping to get their hands on… well… you!”
“Flattery won’t help you, kid!” – the cop laughed, but then he became serious – “I… well… I’m out to my colleagues, sort of, but I still find difficult… I mean… to talk to men about… you know…”
“You’re out… sort of?” – Charlie asked, timidly, glad to listen to the cop’s confidences but unwilling to sound nosy.
“It’s a long story, kid…” – Alex replied – “In short, I didn’t feel ready to come out, but I told it to Harrison… we were friends back then… and he basically shouted my secret from the rooftops. But enough chatting, now!” – the cop concluded inhaling deeply and dispelling those bad memories from his mind – “Time to shower and then let’s go to bed! Each in his own bed, that is!”
The next day, Alex went to work as usual, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Charlie, with a sense of uneasiness. «He’s an underage kid…» – he thought – «He has no family, no one to take care of him, he relies on me for everything… Will I be able to give him what he needs? Am I ready to do what it takes?»
In that moment Harrison entered the room, loud-mouthed as usual, and winked lasciviously to Alex: “How’s doing your new boy? I bet he was whimpering and sobbing when you finished with him!”
Alex shot a withering look at his fellow cop and inhaled deeply, while a solemn expression lighted his face: «Yes, I’m ready» – he thought resolutely – «I will protect the boy from all the Harrisons of this rotten world. I won’t turn my back at him!»
~ A good boy ~
And still, despite his strong resolution, there were problems to face, because the kid was underage and orphaned, and if the Social Services would’ve known about him they could take him away. «I’ll think about that when the time comes» – he thought – «Now there’s a lot of work to do!»
Long hours went by, and in the end Alex’ shift was over. He was impatient to go back home, to tell to Charlie to be careful, not to go out and not to make himself into troubles, lest to be taken away by a too diligent social worker. He rushed home, opened the door… and stood on the doorframe with an astonished expression on his face. The apartment had been thoroughly tidied up and cleaned, the clothes had been washed, ironed and stored away, the dirty dishes had been wiped, and the entire house was sparkling clean.
Charlie was in the middle of the room with a proud and expectant smile. “Kid, I’m… speechless!” – Alex muttered – “Either I’ve entered the wrong apartment or you’re a force of Nature!”
Charlie ran to Alex and nested into his big, strong arms: “I love doing something for you! You know…” – he then exclaimed, recoiling – “…my mouth is not the only thing I can use well! I can do wonder with my hands too!”. The boy’s proud smile suddenly gave way to an embarrassed grin: “Wait, sir, I don’t mean… that way! Well, I guess that way, too, but I meant I can keep a house clean, and… Oh sir, I’m sorry, I know you said you won’t touch me and I won’t touch you either, I only meant…”
“Oh, shut that motormouth of yours!” – Alex said, laughing, and leaned over to give a caste kiss on the boy’s lips, silencing him at once. “I know what you meant, I still can’t believe to my eyes, this house has never been so clean since I rented it!”
They moved to the kitchen, where the dining table had been nicely set up. On the range, a wisp of dark smoke was rising from a pan: “Gosh, the eggs!” – Charlie screamed, turning the fire off – “Well, sir, cooking is definitely not my expertise…”
“Don’t sweat it, kid” – Alex said with a comforting tone, that quickly gave way to a joking grin – “I don’t care if the eggs are a bit burnt… though I confess you’re the first person I know who can’t even cook two eggs without burning them!”
They sat on the table laughing, had dinner and went on chatting lively for a long time, until Alex rose from the chair yawning, wished goodnight to Charlie and retired to his bedroom.
~ Nightly temptation ~
The boy tidied up the kitchen and went to bed; he rolled in the bed for a while, hoping to fall asleep, but he couldn’t. Just staying close to the gorgeous cop made his youthful hormones rage, and he felt on fire. His cock was rock hard into his underwear, so he tore away the bed sheets and started massaging his stiff bulge, brushing his other hand over his chest and dreaming that it was Alex’ hand pinching his nipples, caressing his lean body and make him tremble with excitement.
In the silence of the night, he seemed to hear a muffled groan coming from the cop’s room, so he got up, went to the bedroom and cautiously opened a creak. In the silvery moonlight, he saw Alex lying on the bed on his side, naked, with his eyes closed. His hefty cock, half hard, was heavily resting on his thigh and twitched faintly.
Charlie held his breath, trying not to utter a single sound, and started absentmindedly rubbing his own bulge, looking with lustful eyes at that manly hunk lost in a wet dream. His eyes widened when he saw the big meat growing thicker and longer, until it was as stiff as marble. The man rolled on his back, sprawling his muscular legs; his hairy chest rose and fell quicker, while his breath became heavier. Another muffled groan escaped the cop’s lips. Charlie lowered his underpants and started stroking his own cock, won by the extremely enticing vision under his eyes.
He almost let out a chocked scream of surprise when he saw Alex, still deep asleep, starting to caress his own body with his large hands. His thick fingers dove into the dense body hair and ran down his torso to meet the engorged pole desperately straining for a touch.
When the hand, like in slow motion, started moving up and down the stiff cock, making the fat knob rhythmically appear and disappear under the long foreskin, Charlie was about to lose his load and couldn’t restrain a feeble whine.
Alex froze and opened his eyes. For a moment he seemed not to fully understand what was happening and his gaze wandered lasciviously over the naked boy standing in the doorframe, holding tight his own rigid cock. But when the boy made a step to enter the bedroom he said in a coarse voice: “No. Don’t come in.”
Charlie stood perfectly still for a moment, his eyes locked to Alex’, and then his hand started again moving along his own throbbing dick. Alex had stated that they couldn’t touch each other, but nothing in the world could tear Charlie away from the arousing sight of the cop’s bulky and hairy body quivering for the sexual tension.
Opening his mouth in a silent gasp of pleasure, Charlie went on working his cock, looking at Alex with eyes full of lust, love and admiration. With a chocked sigh the boy watched the cop’s hand starting again his slow back-and-forth journey along the massive meat, from the base to the very tip, and back again.
The man and the boy glanced intensely at each other, their breath becoming heavier by the minute, their hands moving faster. Waves after waves of lustful desire and sexual tension silently flew between their eyes. Charlie reached the boiling point and realized he couldn’t hold back any more, but was afraid to displease Alex, so he made a herculean effort not to cum, waiting for the man to shoot first. But Alex apparently could go on forever, and in the end Charlie whined with a streak of desperation: “Sir… may I cum?”
The tenderness of those simple words, and the sight of the boy’s lithe body writhing and straining for the tension sent Alex though the roof: “Cum, my boy… cum with me… aaaahhh… AAAAGGGHHH!”
“Sir… oh sir… OOOHHH!!!” – Charlie echoed him, while thick streams of manly juice landed on Alex’ hairy torso and powerful shots of boyish semen landed on the floor, at the feet of the man’s bed. Charlie felt his legs go weak and steadied himself holding the doorframe, while his other hand kept flying on his dick until the very last drop of sperm fell on the floor.
He stood still for a moment, with his eyes closed, catching his breath; and then looked at Alex, with his massive body glistening with sweat and sperm, and had to force himself not to rush to him and lick away all his delicious man juice from his skin. Instead, he murmured a feeble “Thank you, sir…” and stepped back, closing the door.
The boy threw himself on his own bed with a wide, satisfied smile. He couldn’t have sex with his gorgeous cop, but never in his life he felt as deeply connected with another man as that night. Exhausted, he closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately, and his dreams were filled with visions of the most sexy, protecting, tender and rightful cop in the whole world.
~ Harrison’s revenge ~
A couple weeks went by, with Alex going to work every morning and Charlie keeping the house pristine clean… and doing his best in the kitchen. One morning, after a night shift, Alex came back home with a visible bruise on his cheekbone. “Don’t worry, kid, it’s nothing” – the cop said to soothe Charlie’s worries – “I had a brawl with Harrison. That son of a bitch! He ‘arrested’ a young guy, even younger than you, and I know what he wanted to do with him. I had to stop him! I know he has a lot of connections and friends in high places, but I just couldn’t watch him hurting that kid without doing anything, so I confronted him, things escalated… and I beat him to pulp and let the boy run away.”
“I’m worried, kid” – Alex continued – “because I know Harrison very well, he’s an evil man, he won’t let me get away with it without retaliating…”
Charlie was worried, but felt a rush of affection for that brave cop, who protected that kid no matter what the consequences could’ve been. “Whatever happens…” – Charlie said with passion, hugging the cop tight – “…you are the best cop in the world!”
The loud noise of the door crashing open interrupted them. Harrison, still bearing the signs of Alex’ beating, stormed in the room followed by three other cops, guns blazing.
“That’s him!” – Harrison barked to the cops, who quickly immobilized Alex and handcuffed him. “Alexander Mansfield, you are under arrest for kidnapping and child rape!” – Harrison shouted with an evil grin – “You have the right to remain silent… you know the drill!”
While the cops dragged Alex away, a fat woman with a grey dress came in, grabbed Charlie by his arm and said: “You are under the custody of the Social Services, now. Don’t worry, that man won’t hurt you any more”.
“He didn’t hurt me! He saved me! Leave him alone!” – Charlie screamed, trying to wriggle out, to no avail. The last thing he saw, before the social worker dragged him away, was Harrison throwing at Alex a triumphant glance while wearing an evil smirk.
~ An outlaw cop ~
Alex spent ten days in jail, and those were the worse ten days of his life. He was a cop, and he was charged with child rape: two things that in jail can cost your life. As a cop, he was supposed to be held in a separate cell, but apparently Harrison moved behind the scene to make him stay with the common criminals. Alex had to sleep with one eye open, lest to be attacked, raped or killed during the night. Luckily for him, his massive muscular frame kept most of the criminals at large.
His nightmare ended when, after ten days, his hearing was held; the Prosecution had received a report from the Social Services where they stated, after a thorough physical and psychological examination, that Charlie had not suffered for any harassment; and the Police Precinct confirmed that the boy was legally under Alex’ custody (thanks god, Alex was always keen to fill in the papers!), so they dropped all the charges against Alex. The judge was still saying “You’re free to go” when he rushed out of the door. He badly needed a hot shower and a good sleep, but instead he immediately went to the Social Services to find out what happened to Charlie. He had a hard time convincing the social worker at the desk to check the files, and was horrified to hear that Charlie had already been assigned to a foster family in Maine. “But… it’s 3,000 miles from here!” – he uttered in a chocked voice. “It’s unusual, I agree” – the clerk replied – “but don’t ask me: I only know that the judge has already signed the papers. Someone must have played his best cards to get a decree from the Court in such a short time. I only know that the boy will be transferred to Maine tomorrow morning”.
Alex went back home and fell on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. He still could smell Charlie’s scent from the crumpled bedsheets under him, and felt an icy grip holding his heart. In few hours he would’ve lost forever the boy he had sworn to protect. He was a good man, he always acted by the book, but he felt disgusted by a system that could be so easily bent by Harrison and his friends in such a hideous way. Visions of Charlie, scared and desperate, bounced from office to office, crowded the cop’s mind. «I won’t let it happen!» – the cop thought resolutely.
That night, a bulky man in black clothes jumped over the gate of the male dormitory of the local orphanage. The lock of the door was an easy pick for him. He silently climbed upstairs and looked into the bedrooms until he found Charlie, sleeping on a small single bed. He touched him gently on a shoulder, the boy opened his eyes wide and whispered: “Sir!!”
“Shhh!” – Alex hissed, covering Charlie’s mouth with his hand, and his eyes got wet when he felt the boy’s lips pouting out to place a tender kiss on his palm. The cop gestured the kid to move, and didn’t give him even the time to gather his clothes. In a couple minutes they were out, in the dark, and Alex lent some oversize clothes to Charlie: “Here, put this on. We have to hide!”
“Are we going home? What is the plan, sir?” – Charlie asked, anxiously, and Alex’ face darkened: “I didn’t have the time to hatch a plan, kid, I’m sorry. We can’t go home, it’s the first place where they will look for us. I… I don’t really know where to go…”
“Let’s go to the Mighty Stud, sir!” – the boy exclaimed – “I granted quite a boost to the owner’s business when I… ehm… serviced his patrons in the Dark Room. He will help us!” Alex was uncertain: “Uhm… OK, but just for the night. I don’t want to put him in troubles”.
After a short while they were sitting on an old sofa in the office of the Mighty Stud. Charlie was right, the owner had been very kind to them and didn’t ask any question. “Hey, kid…” – Alex said after a brief silence – “…I really need to sleep for a few minutes. After all, we can’t do much until morning”.
He reclined his head on the backrest and in minutes he was heavily sleeping.
When the first rays of sun filtered through the dirty window, Alex opened his eyes and found himself lying with his head on Charlie’s lap. The boy was looking down at him with adoring eyes and once more Alex found in those eyes the strength to go on and not to give up, just as he did the first time, while Harrison was furiously fucking him and Charlie gave him the strength to take in stride the painful treatment without wavering.
“Hey kid, you’re awake…” – Alex said in a low voice. “Good morning, officer! One of us had to keep watch, we’re two fugitives!” – Charlie replied, smiling, but Alex didn’t reciprocate his smile. “Kid, maybe you’d better go back to the orphanage. I’m… an outlaw, technically I kidnapped you, this time for true. But it’s not too late for you to go back, they will scold you, but nothing more. You really shouldn’t stay with me, sneaking from a hiding place to another…”
Charlie looked down at him with an urchin smile and then said: “Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re a dangerous criminal and I’m risking my life. With the due respect, sir… shut that motormouth of yours!”. And then he lowered his head over Alex’ and gave him a caste kiss on his lips.
When the boy recoiled, Alex jumped on his feet, restless. How dearly he desired to hold that lovely boy tight, kiss him passionately, and make love to him to exhaustion! «Not until he’s of age…» – the cop reminded to himself, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants.
“What are we going to do now, sir?” – Charlie asked, unable to tear his gaze away from the massive cock straining into the cop’s pants. “Nothing you’re thinking about in this moment” – Alex replied giggling. But then he became serious and added: “Unfortunately, there was no time to plan anything, we can’t go back home and we can’t stay here, either. I was not joking, kid, I really don’t know where to go. But I have a hope, there’s a wealthy person I met several times at the Police Balls and he seems to have a liking for me, he’s got a lot of connections in high places and I know for sure he’s a very sensible man («and he’s hot as hell…» – he added into his mind, but didn’t say it aloud). Maybe he can help us. It’s 7am, I guess it’s early for him, but we can’t go around the town in broad daylight.”
~ The Cove ~
In fifteen minutes or so, they were standing in front of the main door of a big wooden house overlooking the ocean. The door opened and they saw a young guy in his twenties, with fiery red hair, wearing a chef apron. “May I help you?” – he kindly asked, and Alex replied: “I need to see Mr. Rice-Duncan. I understand it’s early in the morning, but it’s important. Please tell him there’s Detective Alex Mansfield”.
“Do come in” – the redheaded said, letting them in – “I’m Rick. Will you please wait here in the living room while I call Beau… I mean Mr. Rice-Duncan?”
In few minutes, they saw the man himself coming down the stairs; despite his casual clothes and the obvious rush he was in while getting dressed, he was astonishingly handsome, had a noble and commanding poise, and when he spoke his voice was warm and kind [3].
“Detective Mansfield, what an unexpected pleasure! This is my friend Kale” – he said, introducing an exotic guy who came downstairs with him – “and this young man is…?”
“He’s Charlie, he’s my… err… boy” – Alex replied, uncertain. He had met Beauregard Rice-Duncan de la Motte several times, and often heard about him in the news, but he was always very reserved about his sexual inclinations, and Alex was worried to disturb or offend the host revealing his homosexuality. But the man didn’t look disturbed, quite the opposite. “I see…” – he said in a mellow tone – “But I’m unforgiveable! Rick, please, bring some coffee and something to eat. And now, Alex… may we use our first names?… tell me about your problem. Because it’s more than obvious that you have a problem, and a serious one, judging from the early hour and your tired gaze. But before anything, let me tell you that I’ll do my best to help you, you’re among friends here.”
It took Alex almost an hour to tell Beau everything: his problems with the homophobic and vengeful Harrison, the terrible circumstances that brought Charlie in his life, his recent imprisonment and his quite risky decision to take the boy away from the orphanage. During his tale, Beau looked at him with great sympathy, and several times exchanged meaningful glances with his friend Kale.
“Now you know everything, Beau” – the cop concluded – “and I hope you can do something for my boy, he’ll be of age in few months and the Social Services can’t do anything, by then. He needs to hide somewhere until he’s safe.”
“And what about you, Alex?” – Beau inquired. “Well, I’ll go underground for a while, I guess” – the cop replied, uncertain – “The Police discharged me when I was arrested, and I can’t find a new job at the moment, being… well… an outlaw. Maybe I should just face the Law and go to jail…”
“You won’t do anything like that!” – Beau stated resolutely, glancing at Kale, who positively nodded at him – “You did nothing wrong, Alex, and as soon as Charlie will be of age, any charge against you will be dropped. You both have to hide for a few months, so why not here? You’re one of us, Alex, and your brave boy, too. Take my word, we understand how you feel more than you think: you see, here at the Cove we’re all men, and some live here with their boys…”
“The… Cove?” – Alex asked with a renewed hope in his voice. “We call this house the Cove…” – the exotic man explained, speaking for the first time with a soothing tone – “…because for all of us this is a safe place where to rebuild our lives and nurture our kids. You already knew Rick, our redheaded chef, who lives here with his man Stewart; and soon you’ll meet Whakan and his boy Chayton, who live here, too. And Barry, of course, our resident Casanova: I warn you, very few men can resist him! We’re a sort of broad family, we all love each other, and you two, Alex and Charlie, definitely fit in this place. This can be your safe Cove, too, if you decide to stay”.
Alex tried to say something, but he was too emotional, realizing at what extent those wonderful men could understand and accept him and Charlie. There was a meaningful silence, that was broken by Charlie’s whisper: “Say ‘yes’ sir! Quick! Before they change their mind!”
Everyone started giggling, including Alex, who said with wet eyes: “Yes Beau, I wish to stay, and I can’t thank you enough! But I’m not in condition to pay a rent or anything, at the moment, so we’ll stay here the time strictly necessary for this nightmare to end. When Charlie will be of age, we’ll go back to my apartment and to our lives”.
~ An unexpected gift ~
Life at the Cove was not easy for Alex, in the beginning. Truth to be told, the men living there were all gorgeous in their own special way, and the cop couldn’t help but notice that Beau didn’t have just a ‘liking’ for him, but rather lusted after him. And Kale, too, not to mention the boys. But Alex wasn’t looking for sex, in the Cove, or at least he sensed that it would’ve been dangerous to rock the delicate balance that governed the Cove. So, he mostly stayed on his own; but he was a man of action, and hiding in the big house, week after week, made him feel useless and restless. And horny, too, as the gorgeous men living at the Cove, and his own boy, were a constant temptation that he strongly refused to give in to.
Charlie, on the other hand, quickly realized that all the burden of the house was on Rick’s shoulder, so he gladly assumed the role of the houseboy, keeping the house clean and tidy, while happily leaving the cooking task to the much more gifted Rick.
Several months went by, each identical to the previous one, until one morning Alex woke up in his bed and saw Charlie standing in the doorframe, wearing only his underwear, with an excited expression on his face and a small paper bag in his hands.
“Hey kid, what’s up? What’s that bag?” – Alex asked, and then added with a knowing wink: “You can come in, now. Good boy!” Charlie threw himself on the bed and said: “It’s a gift, sir!”
“For me? It’s not my birthday!” – the cop giggled, while taking the bag that Charlie was handing him. “Well, sir…” – the boy replied – “…the gift it’s not really for you, it’s more for me… You know, sir, today may not be your birthday… but it’s mine!”
“I give up!” – Alex laughed, still unable to understand why Charlie was giving him a gift… that was for himself. He opened the bag and took out a skimpy thong made of a dark purple stretch fabric… and suddenly realized what was the gift that Charlie was expecting with such irrepressible joy!
“You’re kidding me!” – the man laughed out loud – “No way I can’t wear this… thing! Sorry kid, but it’s not enough to hold even half of my junk!”
“Er… That was the idea, sir!” – Charlie replied, excited – “Oh, please, sir! Try it on! Do it for me! I’ve been waiting for so long to get my hands on you! Oh… I mean… if you want me to, sir…”
“Come here, kid…” – Alex said lovingly, holding the boy’s face with his big hands and looking straight into his eyes – “Is it true? Today is really your 18th birthday?”
“I would never tell a lie to you, sir” – Charlie said very seriously. “Good boy!” – the cop whispered, while their lips, at long last, locked in a hungry, passionate kiss.
~ One-man show ~
“OK, kid” – the cop said when they separated – “This is your gift, so let’s do this right. Go to your room and wait until I call you”.
Charlie, excited, scampered to the adjacent room and closed the door; in few minutes he heard Alex’s voice calling him and he slowly opened the door, holding his breath. Inside, there was Alex, wearing his full police uniform, that tightly hugged his bulky body. He couldn’t help but notice, with an amused grin, that Charlie’s dick was already hard inside his boxer briefs.
“Now get ready for the show, kid” – Alex growled, sensually – “This is your gift, so feel free to do whatever you want, whatever, but don’t you dare to touch yourself, or I’ll have to handcuff you!”. Then, under the boy’s rapt eyes, he slowly unbuttoned his jacket, shrugged it from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then he started undoing the buttons of his tight light-blue shirt, one by one, never averting his gaze from the delighted face of his lovely boy.
Soon the shirt followed the jacket on the floor, revealing a white tank-top that seemed way too small for such a massive torso; it hugged so tightly the cop’s upper body that his muscles were clearly outlined on the overstretched fabric. The waist was a bit too short and revealed a dense treasure trail reaching down into the pants, while thick tufts of black body hair peeked out from the low neckline and from the underside of the armpits.
Charlie was becoming restless, got a bit closer to have a better look, but kept his hands down, nervously gripping his own thighs and making a positive effort not to touch himself. He couldn’t restrain a feeble “aaahh…” when the hunky man pulled up the tank top, inch by inch, until his entire hairy torso was in full view. Alex stood for a moment in a manly pose, holding the tank top in one hand and slowly brushing one of his meaty nipples with the other hand. His facial expression exuded an irrepressible lust, an almost animalistic sexual urge that made Charlie’s head spin.
Truth to be told, it wasn’t just an act: living at the Cove, Alex had chosen not to have sex with the men living there, and never once he thought to break his own promise not to touch the underage boy, so his body was really desperate to release the pent-up sexual tension: a tension that Charlie could clearly spot inside the eyes of the man he was greedily watching.
Alex unbuckled and pulled away his belt, and then kept it with both hands, flexing his muscles in a menacing and sexy pose. When he snapped the leather belt on the floor, Charlie gasped loudly, as if stepping out of a trance. The boy’s eyes focused on the cop’s hands, that were now unbuttoning the tight uniform pants and lowering the zip at a maddening slow pace.
The fly slowly opened, revealing an inch of overstretched dark purple fabric. Charlie absentmindedly licked his own lips, without ever blinking. His gaze followed the tight pants being pulled down, pressing over the big bulge, until it bounced back up, meaty and inviting.
Alex pulled the pants down to his ankles, and then stepped out of them, raising his legs enough to make his bulge shift from side to side. The thong was so skimpy that it barely covered his hefty cock and half of his hairy balls, and the way it held together the massive manhood seemed to defy the laws of physics. The cop shot to the boy the most blatant, lustful and sexual glance he was capable of, while his hand crawled down the massive torso, opening its way through the thick body hair, to then take a whole handful of his own trapped manhood.
Charlie quickly linked his hands behind his own neck, but it was too late: “Ohhh… sir… OOOOHHH…!!” – he screamed, while his whole body was shaken by a sudden spontaneous orgasm. Alex didn’t move, he just stared with his heart thumping hard the erotic display of sexiness of his boy, lost in his overwhelming pleasure. An unmistakable wet spot appeared on his boxer briefs, while the boy kept faintly tilting back and forth his hips, until the climax was over.
~ The show must go on ~
“Oh… well… I guess the show’s over” – Alex said with a doubtful expression. “Oh, no, sir!” – Charlie hastened to say with an anxious tone – “Pay no mind to it, just pretend it didn’t happen! You… you are still my birthday gift, aren’t you…?”
“I still am, kid” – Alex replied with affection, and stood with his legs slightly apart and his hands linked over his hands, in a position of obvious offer – “Just get rid of those wet boxers and come take your gift!”
Charlie threw away his underwear and got closer to the muscular cop, admiring him from every perspective, and even kneeling in front of him to give a closer look at his gorgeous manly attributes barely covered by the tiny thong. Then he stood up to hug the man from behind and let his hands roam all over his torso, playing with the meaty nipples, to then moving down to the barely-wrapped prize waiting for him.
“Mmmhh… Ah! Fuck….” – Alex murmured, while his cock grew thicker in the confined space, slightly crushing his balls. Charlie’s hands were so arousing, but the pressure in his crotch was starting to get uncomfortable. Nevertheless, he let the boy do his number on his sensitive skin, until he clearly felt a young throbbing member getting stiffer, nested into the deep crack of his ass. Instinctively, he tightened his buttocks, to protect his nether portal, that rarely opened to any man. This was not what Alex had planned, when he totally offered himself to the boy. But he had promised, and his promise was sincere. «Whatever he wants, I’ll give him…» – the cop thought, relaxing and slightly tilting his hips backwards, enjoying the warmth of the young throbbing dick exploring the tight space between his muscular glutes.
He felt a tender kiss on his shoulder and Charlie’s soft voice saying: “Thank you sir, but this is not what I really crave for…”. The boy made him turn around and gently pushed him down on the bed, and then lay on the bed next to him. Charlie dove his face into Alex’ hairy chest, kissing and licking every inch of his skin, and taking special care of the stiff nipples with his tongue, his fingertips and his teeth. Alex did his best to resist to the tender onslaught, but the skillful ministrations of the boy were arousing him very much, and the discomfort in his crotch was turning into a dull pain.
“Nnnggh… Kid… You’re turning me on so much that it hurts… Aww…!” – he murmured, while the thong, giving up under the pressure of the massive stiff cock, let one ball slip out, giving him some relief. Charlie quickly scrambled down, to wrap his lips and his tongue around the exposed gonad, tickling, lavishing and sucking it in his mouth. Alex’ cock throbbed hard, loosening the thong even more and letting his other ball escape the tight confinement. Charlie didn’t pass it up, and munched with even more passion on the second ball, while brushing his hands over the man’s muscular thighs.
While still worshipping the man’s swollen balls, Charlie moved his hands higher and dove his fingertips into the deep crevices of Alex’ washboard abs, scraping hard his lower abdomen, making him arch his back and groan loud for the unexpected and highly erotic additional stimulation.
“Oh… kid… Fuck, it’s wonderful…” – Alex growled – “You’re making me feel… ooohh… OH, SHIT! NNNGGHHH!!!”
An untimely climax exploded into the cop’s groin, and his body, so delightfully stimulated for so long, bucked wildly, shook by the elemental force of the orgasm. “Oh, fuck… no, no!! Fuck!” – he kept groaning, unable to stop the massive ejaculation. Under Charlie’s rapt eyes, the cop’s massive cock, still forcefully bent down by the stretch fabric that imprisoned it, went on pulsing obscenely and pumping shot after shot of man juice, that slowly soaked the tight thong.
“Fuck! Fuck!” – he kept repeating, dazed by the overwhelming pleasure, but ashamed and displeased by himself for having put such an abrupt end to what promised of being a long morning of tender love and wild sex.
~ A gifted mouth ~
“I’m so sorry, kid…” – Alex murmured in a small voice when he could catch his breath – “I didn’t have sex for so long, and you were so arousing that… Fuck, I ruined your birthday gift!”
“Don’t say so, sir” – Charlie replied with an urchin smile, pulling down the soaked thong and revealing the now limp cock underneath – “When I worked at the Mighty Stud I was renowned for my ability to bring back to life even the most spent cocks!”
“I… I’m not sure…” – Alex said, uncertain, because after an orgasm, especially such an intense one, he was extremely sensitive, and the slightest touch could be torturous to him. But Charlie, kneeling night after night in front of the patrons of the Mighty Stud, had developed a special sensibility, and he knew well what to do.
“You don’t have to get hard, if you’re not feeling to, sir…” – he said with loving voice, looking with adoring eyes at the limp hefty cock resting on the cop’s belly – “It’s so beautiful even when soft…”. He leaned down and kissed the warm foreskin with great tenderness. Then he started lapping all around the crotch, cleaning it from the copious sperm smeared over the dense pubes, and then moving down to the balls and the inner thighs, but carefully avoiding the sensitive cock head.
When the boy sensed that the refractory period was ending, he gently took the limp cock in his hand and peeled down the foreskin, revealing the dark pink mushroom head. He started licking it around, lightly at first, and then with growing passion; when he saw the limp cock slowly growing thicker, he opened his lips wide and took the entire half-hard meat into his mouth, and pushed down steadily, letting the long rod sneak into his throat, until his lips were firmly pressed on Alex’ pubes.
And then, much to the man’s astonishment, he poked his long tongue out of his mouth and started licking and tickling the hairy balls, while still keeping the entire cock in his mouth.
Alex gasped a loud “Fuck…” and his cock quickly rose again to a full, throbbing erection, reaching deeper and deeper into the boy’s gifted throat. Another “Fuck!” escaped his mouth when he felt the boy’s throat muscles flexing and relaxing rhythmically around his rod, giving him a maddening sensation.
“Wait wait wait… Are you going to make me shoot again?” – he said in a chocked voice, totally blown away by Charlie’s daring performance – “Fuck, it’s insane… Stop it kid, or I can’t hold back!”
Slowly, Charlie recoiled, setting the hard cock free. “Look, sir…” – he said with a proud smile – “I’d say my birthday gift is still good as new!”
~ A trip to Wonderland ~
“You cheeky punk!” – Alex laughed, raising from the bed and forcefully pushing Charlie down on the mattress – “I’ll teach you how to behave with your man!”. His cock was already dripping with saliva, so he pulled up the boy’s legs and pointed his hefty tool to the young quivering hole, ready to fill it to the brim, like he dreamt to do since he first met Charlie.
But the boy suddenly stiffened, and a worried expression appeared on his face. He didn’t say anything, but the cop immediately froze. “Wait… Are you… a virgin?” – Alex asked, incredulous, remembering that the boy had worked in the back room of a gay club for almost a year.
Charlie nodded briefly, suddenly embarrassed: “The patrons, at the Mighty Stud, only wanted… err… oral services from me. No one ever asked to fuck me, and you can easily guess why, sir… I mean, look at me… I’m no jock, I’m slim and short… I’m not a good fuck…”
“What the hell are you talking about?” – Alex said with passion – “You’re the sexiest young buck I’ve ever seen…”. He rose on his knees, proudly showing off his huge manhood, as stiff as a rock, and flashing a joking grin: “Ask my friend down here…!”
Charlie’s happy smile was the best reward Alex could hope for, and it warmed his heart. “But let’s do this right…”. He leaned to his pants on the floor, took a small tube of lubricant and thoroughly greased his long meat, from the base to the tip. Then used more lubricant to slowly loosen the boy’s tight hole, using his fingers.
“Now, my boy…” – the man said seriously – “I’ll be as gentle as possible, but you’re a small guy and I’m so big. Just tell me if it hurts, and I will stop”. Charlie nodded, smiling; no trace of worry or fear was in his eyes, but only admiration and a loving excitement.
And yet, despite the unwavering trust Charlie had in his man, when the massive mushroom head forced open his tight sphincter he felt a sudden pang of pain in his ass that made him gasp. A tense expression darkened Charlie’s boyish features, but he bravely held a groan of pain and said in a coarse voice: “Go on, sir… I… I can take it!”. And then, the boy started a journey to an unknown, wondrous world where everything was new and exciting for him. The hot meat slowly filling his insides seemed endless, and reached places inside him never touched before. The pain quickly gave way to a totally erotic sensation, and when the mighty cock started moving back and forth, ever so gently, he felt like a shore washed away by the sea waves over and over, in a never-ending motion.
His eyes snapped open and a gasp escaped his mouth when he felt the wide helmet poking a special spot deep inside him, making his cock twitch wildly and his hips involuntarily buck. “You feel it, uh?” – Alex said with a warm tone, looking straight at the boy’s eyes – “And I can do that again… and again… and again…” – he murmured, punctuating his words with short strokes that madly stimulated the boy’s prostate.
“Oh, sir… OH! It’s… wonderful! You’re… OH! …so sexy!” – Charlie blubbered, feeling like a lump of clay into Alex’ skillful hands. “And there’s more…” – the cop whispered, placing his big hands on the boy’s torso, almost covering his entire chest, and starting to gently flick his fingertips over his tiny stiff nipples. “Oh, fuck!!! Oh, sorry sir… I mean… Fuck!!” – Charlie screamed, unable to think straight while all his most sensitive spots were being assaulted at once.
“Please, sir… I need to cum… I need to cum so badly!” – the boy moaned, lost in his own sexual paradise – “May I touch myself now, sir? Please… I can’t resist any more!”
Alex pulled his long cock almost completely out of the boy’s ass and stopped, breathing hard. “Didn’t I promise to take care of you, my boy?” – Alex said glancing deep into the kid’s eyes – “Then keep your hands off and get ready for the ride of your life, kid!”
With a sudden, powerful thrust Alex shoved his entire massive cock to the base into the now loosened hole and started pounding hard on the boy’s soft ass. “Here comes your birthday gift, kid…” – Alex growled, pacing up the long strokes even more – “A gift that will fill you up and be part of you forever! Awww… FUUUUCK!”
Charlie was blown away by the overwhelming sexual power of his man and even more by that sweet word, ‘forever’, that filled his heart to the brim just as much as Alex’ hot semen was filling to the brim his once-virgin ass: “Sir… oh, sir… AAAHHH! AAAGGHH!!!!”
Endless streaks of white cream erupted from the boy’s rigid cock and flooded his torso, dripping from the sides and pooling into his belly button, while Alex flooded his insides with his burning hot essence. He was still cumming when Alex’ big hand wrapped almost entirely his cock and started wanking it in earnest, turning the boy’s already overwhelming orgasm into a sexual delirium. Charlie’s head was spinning, his young body bucked wildly on the mattress, while Alex went on pounding his ass with the last powerful thrusts, and their loud moans echoed along the corridors of the Cove.
~ Happy birthday! ~
It was late in the afternoon when they rose from the crumpled bed, after a long restoring nap. They took a long shower, and under the hot water Charlie wanted to enjoy some more his… birthday gift; and Alex, though sure to have run out of stamina, had to acknowledge once more…or better, twice more… Charlie’s outstanding abilities to “bring back to life even the most spent cock”.
When they finally appeared in the dining room, just in time for the dinner, Beau, Kale and all the other men and boys of the Cove looked at them with a knowing smile.
“Rick, please, turn off the fire alarm” – Beau joked – “or the glow radiating from these two studs may trigger it!”
When the loud laughter trailed off, Beau said, more seriously: “Alex, it’s more than obvious that you had a good time with your boy, but… I really don’t feel comfortable with knowing that you had sex with an underage boy. I admired your decision not to touch him until he was of age, but now…”
“But now this lovely boy… has become a man!” – Alex interrupted him, with a proud smile and winking at Charlie.
“You mean…” – Kale intervened, looking happily at the boy – “…that today is your 18th birthday?”
“Yes sir…” – Charlie replied, a bit embarrassed – “That, too!”
Everyone giggled, easily guessing the part of ‘becoming a man’ that Charlie had loved most. “Well, cheers! Happy birthday! And to many more happy returns!” – Beau exclaimed, raising his glass. “Not too many, I hope” – Alex replied, feigning a worried expression – “or I won’t live long!”
Among the loud laughter, the joyful brigade started off a jovial, raucous dinner. Everyone talked at the same time, exchanging jokes while passing the plates, but Kale noticed that Beau’s smile was not very convincing: apparently, something was burdening his heart.
~Time to go ~
A few days later Beau, after an intense workout at the in-house gym and a long refreshing shower in the locker room, was heading to his room, wearing a long white bathrobe. Walking in front of Alex’ door, he knocked and went in.
Alex, too, was coming out of the shower right then, and was wearing only a towel around his waist. “Oh, I… I’m sorry” – Beau exclaimed, tripping on his tongue – “I guess t… that it’s not a good moment for you”.
“It a good moment for me, if it’s good for you” – Alex replied, smiling and pointing to Beau’s similar attire – “From what I could see in the last months, here at the Cove you don’t care much for formalities such as… wearing clothes”.
They both laughed merrily, and then Beau said: “I have good news, I’ve made a few calls… more than a few, actually… and I can confirm that the Social Services have totally discharged Charlie the moment he became of age, as expected. The adoption decree that forced him to move to Maine is no more in effect. And there are no charges against you, either: while they know for sure that someone helped Charlie get out of the orphanage (or kidnapped him, as they say), apparently that… ‘someone’ has done a very good job at not leaving any trace behind him”.
Alex tightened the towel around his waist, stood tall and winked playfully: “I’ve been trained well, you know…”
“…Speaking of which, the Police Department is ready to take you back to duty, effective immediately”.
“Thanks a million, Beau, I guess you had to ask many favors to get this last result, but I’m not going to be a policeman anymore. I just can’t do it. This is a small town, and as long as Harrison rules the Precinct I’m not willing to be the silent witness of his abuses. I’ll find another job, here or elsewhere: I’m a free man now.”
“Yes, you’re a free man…” – Beau repeated, getting closer to Alex with a seductive smile – “…but you can’t go away. I won’t let you. I know, you said you would’ve stayed here only until Charlie’s birthday, but… well… I don’t want you to go”. The blond boss of the Cove opened his robe a bit, showing off his muscular chest, honed in long training session at the gym. He was a wealthy and powerful man, and he had a body to die for, and few men could resist him.
“You see, Alex…” – Beau said in a low voice, flashing a confident, dominant glance at the cop and tracing his hairy pecs with his fingertip – “I decided to keep you here as my prisoner… A prisoner bound to obey my every wish, and satisfy my every desire…”
“Is that really so?” – Alex replied, while a half smile. He shot to Beau a gaze of pure animalistic lust and let his towel drop to the floor. “Am I your prisoner? I would say it’s the exact opposite!”
With a swift move, Alex pushed Beau to the bed, making him fall on his back, sprawled on the mattress; his robe opened completely, revealing his gorgeous naked body. Alex looked down at him with a triumphant smile, clearly reading into the blond boss’s deep blue eyes a total surrender.
Alex climbed on the bed and pinned Beau on the mattress with all his massive body. Their muscular chests pressed on each other and their groins brushed over each other, while they locked eyes for a long moment. “Will you stay?” – Beau then asked in a coarse voice, spreading his own legs and linking them on Alex’ back, to offer him what very few men had ever tasted. Alex smiled seductively: “As you said, I’m bound to satisfy your every desire…”, while his massive cock, now fully hard, pressed against the puckered, almost hairless hole, ready to break open Beau’s nether portal.
But he didn’t have to break it open, because the blond boss relaxed his muscles and tenderly invited him inside his fiery depths, whispering: “Welcome to the Cove…!”
…And what happened next is another story.
The End
Optional references to “Rowan’s Journey to Manhood”, if you want to read more about:
[1] The ‘Mighty Stud’: Chapter 2, ~ The ‘Mighty Stud’ ~
[2] Harrison’s revenge, from Charlie’s point of view: Chapter 41, ~ Harrison, the evil cop ~
[3] Beauregard: Chapter 6, ~ The attic ~
Also, you can take see what the other characters look like in these pictures.