Lakota had spoken to Thomas about changing Kevin and Dallas’ work
assignments as Dallas would have to take things slow until he regained his
strength. Frequent breaks would also be necessary for a while. They had originally
been expected to help with rock removal but that would be too strenuous for Dallas
as would the supplying of fresh drinking water to all the men working outdoors.
Being as able-bodied men were badly needed, it was decided that Kevin would be
responsible for planting the potato acreage while Dallas
It was during one of their rest periods that Kevin went in search of
Yancey. Something had been praying on his mind and he wanted someone’s opinion
on his thoughts. So he took advantage of Dallas falling sleep in the shade of a
towering oak tree.
“Yancey, can I talk to you for a few minutes?” Kevin requested of the
man he had been looking for. “I need your advice.”
“Of course, Kevin. I’ve plenty of time now that the physicals have all
been completed.” The nurse put aside the paperwork he’d been alphabetising and invited
the young man to take a seat. “What’s on your mind?”
“I feel uncomfortable about this, but you were here the day Aiden
disciplined Spyke right?” Kevin blushed.
“Yes, I remember the occasion,” Yancey responded quietly. He wondered
what this conversation could be in aid of and scrutinised the other man’s face
seeking a clue. But all he read was confusion and what he thought was doubt or
guilt.
“Well, what Aiden did appeared effective and I thought Dallas might
benefit from a similar type of relationship. It’s not something I’ve done
before or know very much about. I admit I probably shouldn’t have dived in like
this because I’ve come to realise I am unsure of what I’m doing and I think I
may have mishandled this latest situation.”
The nurse was touched by Kevin’s candour. “And that would be Dallas
“We did have a discussion,” Kevin said slowly. “We talked about his drug
use, thieving, lying, and swearing. I thought we came to an understanding that
if he stepped over the line, I would help him.”
“You mean punish him?” Yancey softly interrupted.
“Yeah, that’s what we agreed on. We discussed the consequences for doing
so, but I feel I may have been a little hasty by going straight to the harshest
punishment at the first infraction without thinking things through.” Kevin
paused to give his next words some thought.
“When I think about it though, Dallas
“Then where do you feel the problem lies?”
“I can’t help but believe my punishing of him over the attempted
stealing could have almost been the end of our relationship. After all, he
hadn’t actually stolen anything at the time. He had merely been searching
through your satchel,” Kevin said, his voice cracking as he remembered. “The
spanking I gave him was purely instinct. I had not taken the time to think
things out and talk it over with him. I had no real idea what I was doing. I
was just so mad when I caught him. But now I’m worried I may have gone too far.
I fear I’ve abused him and given him just cause to distrust me. I truly love
him very much and he seems so lost.” Kevin paused and the slight shudder
running through his body did not go unnoticed. “He may even have thought I
hated him because I didn’t comfort him afterwards. Have you got any ideas or
experience with this sort of thing?”
“I’d never pretend to be an expert in this field. I have never been in a
relationship which uses disciplines either, although I sense quite a number of
our group here do. But I know enough to recognise that you both have a lot of
work ahead of you. I would imagine this type of alliance requires a great deal
of openness. It would not fall into place over night but rather slowly grow
over a period of time, years even.” Yancey gently smiled as an expression of
dismay crossed Kevin’s face. It was closely followed by a sigh of impending
failure.
“Years?” Kevin repeated in a state of trepidation. “Well, I guess we’ve
got plenty of time here.”
“I would suggest your next move would be to talk to Dallas, explain your
uncertainty along with your deep desire to love and care for him, let him know
you both have a lot to give each other and that this is just the beginning of a
life-long learning experience. Assure him that although you are far from
perfect, you will always try to be the best you can possibly be for him.”
“I know I want my relationship with Dallas to be for life. I’m just not
sure if he feels the same way. I don’t want to push him as he’s already insecure
enough.” Kevin looked straight at whom he considered a more experienced man, his blue eyes brimming. “God, I want
so badly for this to work!” Kevin swallowed hard once and managed to get a hold
of his emotions. “I guess I need to go and think about this. Thank you for all
your help, Yancey, I really appreciate it.”
“I’m here if you should wish to continue this conversation, Kevin. I
would imagine we are all going to need a confidant at one time or another.”
Yancey wished the slightly younger man goodbye and saw him out of the infirmary.
Seth lay on his stomach, staring at the paper in front of him and
gnawing on the end of his pencil. He had to write lines; one hundred of them,
and it was going to take almost until bedtime as he’d have to stop for supper.
At least Preston had allowed him to drag his
pallet out behind the tent. Here in the shade beneath a big maple tree, a
breeze was softly blowing over him and providing some relief from the late afternoon
sun.
“It’s not fair!” he groused to himself. “He already walloped my bare
butt.” He reached behind to tentatively rub at the tenderness in his
hindquarters and grimaced at the recollection of being face-down over Preston’s
knees while a hard hand pummelled his rear-end
until its owner felt the lesson had been learned. “Shit, who have thought he’d
take it so far? Okay, I know he warned me that my chore-gambling days were
over, but I had to push it and see if he meant what he said.”
Seth also remembered the comforting that followed the spanking and the
unexpected contentment of knowing he had been forgiven. “There’s something to
be said for starting with a clean slate,” he acknowledged to himself.
“Hmm, wonder if Raythe got into any trouble?” Seth shuddered as he
recalled how much bigger Brock was than Preston .
“Too bad Thomas noticed Raythe working instead of me.” He continued muttering
his one-side conversation as he contemplated the results of his having enticed
yet another young man into a game of chance. “Surely to God, I’m not the only
one on this god-forsaken island to get punished this way.” His eyes widened as
the light dawned. “Shit! Bet that’s why a couple of the guys seemed to be
finding it hard to sit comfortably at supper a while back.”
He smirked mean-spiritedly as he pictured Galen over Thomas’ knee.
‘Would serve the little cretin right!’ he thought and turned his attention
back to his writing assignment. ‘I am not allowed to gamble in order to get out
of doing my chores. As a member of this community, I am responsible for doing
my fair share.’
Dark brown eyes filled with uncertainty gazed into stern grey ones as
Raythe waited for Brock to pronounce sentence. He watched the bigger man’s
appearance softened as understanding surfaced
Brock stared at the young man in front of him. ‘God, he’s beautiful!
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would someday be blessed the way I
have. Just a year ago I would have been executed for the so-called crime I am
guilty of. Instead, not only do I continue doing what I enjoy most; hunting,
trapping and tanning, I have also taken on the responsibility of providing meat
for this diverse group of men I find myself living amongst. But the greatest
gift I’ve been given stands before me. How did this emotionally bruised and
battered soul make his way here and into my care?’
‘He’s expecting me to be angry with him, yet he has neither whined nor
argued his defence.’ The big mountain
man lifted his hand and gently caressed Raythe’s cheek. ‘Better set his mind at
rest,’ he quickly decided.
“I will never reprimand you for something we have not discussed
beforehand, boy. But heed this warning, you can play any game of cards you want
but you are not to gamble away something you can’t afford to lose or what isn’t
yours to begin with.”
Seeing the look of bewilderment on the younger man’s face, Brock
explained further. “Thomas assigned you specific tasks for a reason. He saw how
good you were with animals and also realised the advantages of having someone
your size working with the two smaller lads.” Brock didn’t mention that the
leader of the council had also recognised Raythe’s inability to contend with
more than one or two people at a time. Although off-times painfully shy, Raythe
tried desperately to keep a facade in place. After several days of doing chores
with Galen and Kelby, the three young men had gotten comfortable with each
other and were forming close friendships.
“What do you think would happen if you had to do Seth’s work in the
fields for a week? How would you feel if the council gave your responsibilities
with the livestock to another?”
“I-I think my being somewhere else might put an extra burden on Kelby
and Galen,” Raythe quietly answered. He wasn’t used to being part of a team or
of having any importance placed on his involvement in the scheme of things. He
hung his head and murmured. “I don’t really want to do anything but what I’m
already doing. I don’t wanna lose my job, Brock.”
“Then there will be no more gambling, right?”
“Right!” Raythe shyly smiled up at the big mountain man, grateful for
getting off so easily but instinctively realising it was a one-time occurrence.
“Come, boy! We need fresh meat for tomorrow’s dinner table.” With that,
Brock walked further into the forest, fully expecting Raythe to follow.
Nearing the spot where Aiden had once shot a boar, Brock spotted what he
assumed was the other creature’s mate. Taking aim, he whistled to attract the
wild animal’s attention. As the huge male boar turned and pawed the ground,
Brock fired before the beast had a chance to charge. Death was instantaneous as
the bullet lodged deep in the boar’s brain.
With Raythe’s reluctant assistance, Brock hung his kill to bleed out.
The younger man knew his partner only killed as needed but it still unsettled
him to see an animal die.
“This is going to take some time,” Brock informed the other man. “I want
to share a secret with you while we wait.” He took Raythe’s hand and gently
tugged him towards the nearby waterfalls. “Actually, I guess it is more Galen’s
secret. He found this place the day he ran away.” Brock stepped in behind the
cascading water, Raythe right on his heels.
“Wow!” Raythe exclaimed, eyes wide with wonder as he unhurriedly turned
in a full circle. “This is great. How come it’s so clean?”
“Guess the lad swept it out when he planned to live here on his own.”
“It would never have worked!” Raythe muttered as he slowly shook his
head. “He’s afraid of the dark.”
“How would you know something like that?” Brock glanced questioningly at
the man in front of him.
“When we were on board the ship, I never saw the man in the next cell
but I sure heard him a lot. I spent as much time on deck as I was allowed
‘cause I got fed up with listening to the poor guy puking his guts out. I once
overheard him asking the guard to leave the lamp lit, but the miserable
son-of-a-bitch wouldn’t do it. I was often awakened during the night by him
kicking the wall and moaning in his sleep. Sounded like he was having
nightmares or something, and I am pretty sure I sometimes heard him crying. He
was the last one taken out of the hold and put on a lifeboat. It was Galen.”
Raythe’s sadness was evident as he conjured up a mental picture of the
filthy, bedraggled boy being half-carried from below deck and lifted into the
waiting boat. He breathed deeply to rid himself of the image and commented in a
slightly happier frame of mind. “The kid’s doing so much better now that he’s
got someone watching out for him.”
“Yes, and he’s not the only one benefiting from the guidance offered by
someone with more experience.” Brock pulled Raythe into his arms and hugged
him. He was pleasantly surprised when the younger man didn’t attempt to pull
away.
Beautiful brown eyes asked a question; knowing grey ones answered. Not
another word was spoken as Brock gently pushed Raythe against the wall and ran
his hands up and down the other man’s body before stopping at his waist to undo
his trousers. Getting down on one knee, Brock freed Raythe’s hardening penis
and genitals. He pursed his lips and softly blew on Raythe’s hairless balls,
eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Reaching up under Raythe’s shirt with one
hand to tease his nipples, Brock took the young man’s erection into his mouth,
sucking hard and fast until a crashing climax rolled over him.
Raythe was still trying to catch his breath when large hands gently
tucked him back into his pants and buttoned them. He opened his eyes to find
himself gazing into the self-satisfied smile of his lover. “When-when I get my
strength back, can I return the favour?” he barely managed to wheeze out.
“I’m counting on it, boy.”
Standing to stretch his aching back, Lakota placed another bundle into
his bag. He could not believe this island was such a treasure trove of
medicinal herbs. He could produce many healing medicines from what he’d
found today. Feeling satisfied with his efforts, he began to make his way
back to the campsite.
With all of the physical exams completed and his one admitted patient
discharged from the infirmary, Lakota had a bit more time to work on his herbal
remedies and equally importantly, he had more time to work on his relationship
with Gille. Never before had he felt so stirred to arousal by the mere
thought of another. The younger man had quickly entered his normally reserved
heart and filled it with his presence. The doctor was looking forward to
spending the evening alone with Gille; when he could take his time and
make long slow love to this beauty who had entered his life. They would once
again have the infirmary to themselves after dinner.
As he approached the camp, he spotted the object of his desires at the
washstand outside of the mess tent.
Gille had stripped off his new shirt and was trying to wash away a day’s
worth of sweat and grime. The young man marvelled that in this place of exile,
he had far more than when he’d been living in so-called civilisation. Here he was given good food, decent clothing, satisfying work and someone who
actually cared about him and for whom he could care. His feet were more
comfortable than they had ever been. It amazed him that such boots existed, and
that Walker
Lakota had been horrified at the condition of his feet, but the heavy
cracked calluses and battered nails where just normal to Gille. The good
doctor had insisted he soak his feet for a long time in hot soapy water, after
which the older man spent the better part of an hour cutting and cleaning the
toe-nails as well as rubbing a strange-looking stone over the calluses until
they were worn down some. Next he rubbed a soothing salve all over Gille’s
feet, massaging them until the young man thought he’d died and gone to
heaven. Well, at least it would have felt like heaven if the massage
hadn’t been accompanied by a mini-lecture on foot-care.
Gille’s mother had raised him to know a poor man did not have to be a
dirty one, so he always kept himself as clean as possible. But such luxuries as
proper foot-care, nice haircuts and new clothes; well, they were just idle
dreams until now. He was just about to put his shirt back on when he felt
a large hand on the nape of his neck.
“I’d much rather see you without it, or without any clothing at all for
that matter.” A warm sultry voice whispered in his ear. How a voice
with such heat could send shivers up his spine he did not know, but Gille only
hoped it continued to do so for a long time to come.
“Let’s go then,” he suggested as he spun around and took the larger man
by the hand. “I’m sure we can find a spot to be alone.”
Lakota laughed but held his place. “I did not mean this moment, Tehila,
but later this evening. I am hungry and would like to eat and after
working all day, you need to eat as well.”
Sighing at the loss of spontaneity, Gille fixed his lover with a look. “What
if I’m not in the mood later?”
“Then we’ll both suffer, won’t we?” Lakota responded. “Now let me wash
up so we can go in for supper.”
Knowing he’d been out manoeuvred, Gille gave in and put on his shirt as
he waited while the doctor washed up for their meal, then followed him into the
mess hall to join the others already in line.
The repast was delicious and they both ate ravenously, anxious to get on
with their evening plans.
Having found out that Seth had played poker again in order to get out of
his chores, Preston had dealt with the disobedience firmly and swiftly. He was
confided that should a member of the council want to discuss the problem; he
would be able to assure them it was a thing of the past.
The lumberjack leaned back against the log he was sitting beside, smiled
contentedly and listened in on his partner’s conversation.
“So everything’s okay, Raythe? You didn’t get in shit?” Seth insistently
sought reassurance.
“No. I only got warned not to do it again,” Raythe mumbled, not at all
comfortable with the conversation. The novelty of the experience had him unsure
of how to respond to someone apologising to him.
“Well I can tell you that Preston was royally irate, so I can’t see me
repeating that particular stunt anytime in the near future.” Seth grimaced and
sifted to take some weight off his still tender backside.
“Ah, I’m allowed to play other card games though.” Raythe hesitantly
offered this piece of information. He was leery of getting close to anyone,
with the exception of Brock that is, and Galen who he had found to be
non-threatening. Of course, he worked with that particular young man on a daily
basis and of all the men, Galen was nearest his own age.
“Really? Got anything in mind?”
Raythe shrugged. “I’d kinda like to see how The Gambler’s Rose is made.
I used to like to hang round the medicine shows when they came to town, but I
never got close enough to learn much. Have you ever seen it done?”
“Sure! I’ve done it myself hundreds of times. Come on, I’ll teach ya.”
Seth grinned. He felt exonerated by this unexpected opportunity to make amends
for any wrongdoing on his part.
“Dallas
It was after supper and Dallas was watching some of the others gathering
firewood and almost wishing he had the energy to help them. He looked up,
surprised at Kevin’s words and a little bit worried.
“No, you’re not in any trouble,” Kevin assured him. “I just think we
need to talk about us.”
“Want to walk down the beach a little way?” Dallas
The two of them walked down to the shore and Kevin made sure they didn’t
go near the spot where he’d punished Dallas earlier. They sat down on the sand
together and watch the sun beginning its slow descent.
“What do you want to talk about?” Dallas inquired after a few minutes of
silence. He was intensely curious as he thought they’d already talked over the principles
their relationship would be built on.
Kevin shifted uneasily. “About what happened this morning. I feel I
abused you. I gave you a choice of be spanked or lose me and that is definitely
not acceptable.”
“But we’d discussed this, and I knew stealing would not be tolerated,
just as drugs and fighting won’t be. I’ve been thinking about it and realise I might have deliberately misled you.
If I had wanted to steal from Yancey’s things, I could do it and nobody would
catch me.” Dallas was aware he was boasting and coloured slightly at Kevin’s quizzical look. “Well I could!” he exclaimed. “I was
very good at what I did. This was the first time I ever got caught. I think I
wanted to see if you’d follow through.” He shifted, still slightly
uncomfortable sitting. “But I don’t think you abused me. It’s not as though you
used a switch or belt. We agreed to a hand spanking and that’s exactly what you
did.”
“I still think I punished you in anger,” Kevin explained. “I thought
we’d agreed to a warning first and then a punishment, but I went straight to
spanking.”
“Yeah, maybe you did punish in anger but then again, I pushed really
hard.” Dallas Dallas
Kevin understood Dallas
“Dallas, I just want you to know I do love you!” The kiss that followed
that statement was earth shattering.
“I think I just might love you, too” Dallas whispered, then grinned at
Kevin’s laughter before grabbing his hand as they both headed back to camp.
“Would ye care to be spending
some time with me, Sypke?” Aiden leaned closer to the young man and whispered
his invitation, his soft burr sending shivers of anticipation down Spyke’s
spine. “Or maybe ye’d rather be attending the fireside and listening to Thomas
read more of the story.”
“No, I wanna to be alone with you, ‘cause it’s my turn.” Spyke’s azure
eyes gazed dreamily into the big man’s indigo ones.
“Aye, ’tis so." Aiden
smiled in understanding at the other man’s declaration. “We’ll leave as soon as ye’ve
done with yer evening chores, laddie.”
“I’m finished now, Aiden.” Spyke hung up the wet dish towel. It had been
his turn to help with the cleaning up after supper. He looked at Aiden
expectantly and wasn’t disappointed when a large hand engulfed his smaller one
and he was led from the mess hall.
The two men leisurely strolled along the sandy beach as the sun
gradually sank and the moon took its place in the evening sky. They murmured
brief words of greeting as they passed by Kevin and Dallas who were on their
way back to camp.
Aiden spread out the blanket he had been carrying and after lying down,
held out his arms and invited his youngest partner to join him. He laughed when
Spyke tore off his clothing in record time and enthusiastically threw himself
on top of him.
“Why do I get a feeling yer used to making love hard and fast, laddie?”
Aiden asked, turning on his side and settling a naked Spyke on his back beside
him. He gazed tenderly into sparkling blue eyes as he slowly brushed his
fingertips over the smaller man’s bare chest and stomach.
“I-I don’t know if I’ve ever made love, Aiden. The fat bastard is the
only one I’ve ever been with,” Spyke whispered, his breath catching as his body
responded to his lover’s touch. “And although he took care never to harm me,
you guessed it, the sex was rough and satisfying, but never romantic,” he
explained further in a hushed tone, then let the past fade from his mind as new
sensations overwhelmed him.
Aiden took his time gently caressing every inch of skin; sometimes using
only the tips of his fingers, other times his whole hand, eventually bringing
his mouth and tongue into play by first kissing Spyke’s lips, then beginning
the slow erotic exploration of his whole body.
Aiden said very little while Spyke repeatedly whispered words of
contented approval. He was babbling incoherently long before the Scotsman was
done. The momentary brush of cool air as Aiden stripped off his own clothes
didn’t even breach Spyke’s dazed state. He only became aware of his lover’s nudity when he
felt the big man spooning around him. He whimpered in pleasure as a large
well-lubed finger penetrated him.
By now, Spyke was so relaxed it only took a couple of minutes for Aiden
to prepare his lover. The older, more experienced man little by little entered
the other one’s body. About a third of the way in, Aiden felt Spyke stiffen.
“’Tis alright, love, just breathe deeply,” he lovingly instructed.
Pulling back slightly, he waited a few moments to give the sphincter time to
relax and open. The second unhurried attempt ended with Aiden’s huge member
fully embedded in his beautiful lover.
Kissing and nibbling on Spyke’s neck and shoulders further relaxed the younger
man, as did the leisurely pulling on his engorged penis. Aiden set the pace,
his rhythmic motion causing a soft mewling sound to escape from deep inside Spyke’s
throat.
“Aye, sing for me, my bonnie love,” Aiden cooed as he brought them both
to sexual fulfilment.
“I think I’ve fucking died and gone to heaven,” Spyke murmured when he
finally regained his senses. He rolled over, threw his arms around Aiden’s neck
and kissed him. “I’m falling in love with you, big guy!” he softly avowed
before falling asleep.
“’Tis grand then, as I love ye already, wee rascal o’mine.” The big man
smiled and kissed the sweaty curls on his lover’s head. Looking into the
angelic face, he chuckled to himself. “Ach! Serves me right for teasing Thomas,
to find I now have me own hands full. Not that I’m complaining, mind.” He got
to his feet and after cleaning himself and his sleeping partner, quickly donned
his kilt, gathered up the remaining clothes scattered on the sand, lovingly
wrapped a still naked Spyke in the blanket and carried him back to their tent.
TBC….
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