The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 10: FEAR OF PLEASURE ≈

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Who’s Who in this chapter

Shay (a straight, shy 17-y.o. novice) and Ewan (Shay’s roommate and mentor, a hairy monk in his 20s) talk about Uncle Orren, a lecherous monk who raped Shay; and then they receive a late visit by Torrance, a depraved Lost Cousin in his late 30s, heavily into masochistic bondage.

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~ Cousin Torrance ~

When Shay and Ewan went back to their cell, it was late in the night; they were mentally exhausted, after their visit to Uncle Orren. It wasn’t physical tiredness: after all, Ewan and the other monks had just helped Orren cum many times, but none of them enjoyed any sexual pleasure; Shay didn’t even join them and stood a bit afar, unwilling to get involved in a homoerotic action that made him feel very uncomfortable.

What drained Shay’s and Ewan’s energies was the tension: Uncle Orren was a feared Uncle, and despite his promise not to exert his prerogatives, he could’ve easily forced the monks to submit to some of the perverse and depraved sexual acts that Orren often indulged into.

The two lads quickly changed to the small loincloth that they used as sleepwear and lay heavily on their beds.

“Do you think it worked? Has Uncle Orren found some peace?” – Ewan asked, dubious, and Shay nodded: “I believe so; temporarily, at least. But we… uhm… you had to make Uncle Orren cum three times in a row to finally extinguish the fire burning in his eyes. Do you think that the other monks will accept to go to Orren’s cell to drain his… excessive sexual desire on a regular basis?”

“I’m confident they will” – Ewan replied – “and I’ll help them. I’ve always been scared by Orren, but tonight, seeing him so vulnerable, I pitied him. It’s hard to fight every day and every night with an unperishable fire burning inside you. I… I know well. I’m like him…”

“No! You’re not like Uncle Orren!” – Shay exclaimed, looking straight at his friend across the room – “He stopped fighting, and let his inner fire dragging him deeper and deeper into depravity and perversion! You… You are a wonderful lad, Ewan, you are pure and strong, you’ll never become like Uncle Orren!”

Ewan smiled, listening to his friend’s passionate praises, but shook his head: “You saw me with Quinn. I started making sweet love to him, but then… something possessed me, something I couldn’t stop, and I started fucking him with beastly fury! [1] Luckily Quinn is expert and I didn’t hurt him… Not physically, at least; but did you see the glance he shot at me, going away? I’m worried, Shay… I’m worried that someday… or some night, I may feel that same urge and hurt you.”

“It won’t happen, Ewan, because now we now how to keep that irrepressible urge under control. What you and the other monks did to Orren proved that the solution is not to resist to that urge, but satisfy it, as many times as needed. Our friends will take care of Uncle Orren and… I will take care of you. I’ll do whatever it takes, Ewan! I’ll suck you, stroke you, let you fuck me, even for hours if necessary!”

To prove his good intentions, Shay rose from his bed and lay on Ewan’s, next to him, digging his fingers into the thick felt covering his chest and caressing his face; when Shay’s hands moved down toward the groin, Ewan stopped him: “This is the sweetest offer I had ever received, but I can’t let you: I know well that you feel uncomfortable with man-love. And anyway tonight I’m so exhausted that I couldn’t even let my manhood… respond to your caresses. But you are the most wonderful lad I’ve ever met, Shay. Please… stay here with me tonight, I won’t touch you, I just want to hold you in my arms and sleep feeling your warmth on my skin…”

Shay smiled tenderly and silently rolled on his side, pressing his back on Ewan’s chest and nestling into his arms. And there, lulled by Ewan’s regular breaths, he fell in a deep slumber.

They were woken up by a faint noise, and when they opened their eyes they both gasped in alarm, looking at a tall black figure watching down on them, holding an oil lamp; he wore a long black habit, and his face was hidden under the hood. When the man saw that Shay and Ewan were awake, he pulled up his hood and revealed his face in the flickering light.

“Cousin Torrance!” – Shay exclaimed, alarmed to see a Lost Cousin in their room. Ewan jumped out of the bed: “You shouldn’t stay here” – he said with a restrained voice that exuded a great tension mixed with fear – “Please go away, Cousin Torrance, or we’ll have to inform Uncle Roderick.”

The man exhaled a ragged sigh and nodded: “Don’t worry, I’m going away. I understand I’m not welcome. I just wanted to thank Shay and ask for his forgiveness, but… Fuck, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry, I’m going…”

 

~ Shame ~

 “No, wait!” – Shay exclaimed, noticing Torrance’s miserable expression – “You… You won’t command us to do something weird, right?”

“Command you?” – Torrance replied, bitterly – “I have no right to command anyone. I spent my life submitting to other men, I’m nothing, an unworthy piece of crap. You saw me, Shay, tied to the cross, letting Cousin Drake play havoc with my body, hurt my intimacy, control my deepest instincts…[2]”

Ewan knew what Torrance was talking about, because Shay had told him everything; but he was surprised to hear such a great shame and disgust of himself in Torrance’s voice. “Why… Why do you want to thank Shay?” – Ewan asked, immediately echoed by Shay: “And what should I forgive you for??”

“I want to thank you because you pitied me, when you saw me suffering on the cross” – Torrance replied with uncertain voice, trying to look at Shay but unable to hold his gaze – “and despite your own miserable situation, you helped me cum; you even stood up for me against Orren! But then… I acted like the coward I am. When Uncle Orren told us to go away, I knew he was going to hurt you… but I just went away, leaving you to your fate. I can’t look myself in the mirror anymore! Your pureness showed me how far down I have fallen, how abject I have become. I’m truly, completely lost…”

A thick silence fell in the room, until Ewan said: “If you were really lost, you wouldn’t be here, now. You came to ask for forgiveness: something has changed in you. Stop doing those unholy things you do with Drake already! Stop submitting to his perverse desires!”

“I wish I could…” – Torrance replied, disconsolate – “You see, at first I willingly submitted to him, I wanted him to punish my… wicked sexuality! But then, slowly, Drake pushed me further down the path I’ve chosen, forcing me, bit by bit, to overcome the limits I imposed to myself. He forced me to learn how to get pleasure from pain, how to give up on my desires, how to bend my strongest instincts to his will. He made me hit the bottom of my depravity, and then he pushed me further down. What once was my precious essence now is cruelly forced out of my loins, only to be wasted on the floor…”

Torrance hung his head and murmured with teary voice: “I forgot how beautiful is making love, how delightful is making my Fountain gush for someone else, and how blissful is being bathed by another man’s seed…”

Shay shot to Ewan a pleading glance: he dearly wanted to prove Torrance wrong, to make him understand that it was not too late, that he could still enjoy the pleasure of tender love! Only… Shay couldn’t do it himself, as his heterosexual instincts made him feel revulsion at the idea of doing anything sexual to Torrance. “Ewan…” – Shay pleaded – “Help him. He needs a friendly hand, a loving touch, but… I can’t.”

Ewan was unsure, but he’d come to trust Shay’s instinct with people. “Shay is right” – Ewan then said to Torrance, getting closer to him – “I’m sure the Holy Fountain still flows strong in you…”

Torrance murmured “I submit to you…”, and then stepped back, until his back touched the wall. He parted his legs and raised his arms, as if he was tied to the cross. Shay shot him a pity glance: “This is not necessary, Torrance…”, he said, but Ewan added: “…but if this makes you feel more at ease, do it. Just keep in mind that here no one will force you to do anything.”

With great kindness, Ewan undid all the buttons that ran on the front of Torrance’s long robe, revealing the toned body hiding underneath; the boy gasped, looking at the red marks covering the pecs, the abs, the thighs and even the shaved crotch. Carefully, with trembling fingers, Ewan lightly touched those marks, and then leaned over and kissed them, pressing his lips on the warm skin. The tender mouth explored Torrance’s torso, down to the crotch and then up to the stiff nipples. Torrance almost screamed when Ewan’s tongue titillated his man tits, and Ewan immediately stopped: “Have I hurt you?”

“N… No…” – Torrance replied, ashamed – “I’m so used to have my nipples viciously tortured by Drake that… that I forgot how pleasurable is what you’re doing to me. Please, go on… I mean… if you want!”

“I want, with all my heart” – Ewan said smiling – “but please, lay on the bed: I can’t see you standing here, like you’re tied to a rack. It’s… heartbreaking.”

 

~ Fearful desire ~

Hesitantly, Torrance moved to the bed, shrugged his black robe from his shoulders and lay naked on the mattress. Ewan took away his own loincloth and lay on his belly between Torrance’s legs; then, with a nod, invited Shay to join them, but the boy shook his head: he didn’t feel ready to give pleasure to a man. With an understanding smile, Ewan turned to Torrance and took his stiffening member into his hand, and started stroking it with gentle firmness. He expected Torrance to sigh with pleasure, but he stiffened and shot to Ewan a pleading glance: “I beg you… don’t hurt me. Not tonight. Tonight I couldn’t stand it…”

Shay couldn’t stay put and sat on the bed, took Torrance’s face in his hands and looked down at him with sympathy: “Drake must’ve hurt you really deep, if you’re scared to feel pleasure… Forget him, he’s not here, he can’t harm you now. Yield yourself to Ewan and fear not.”

Ewan leaned down to Torrance’s manhood and gave it small tender kisses all over the stiffening shaft, the sensitive glans, the shaved crotch and the soft balls, inhaling the man’s scent. Torrance’s fears were washed away by the sweet ministrations of the young monk and he relaxed on the bed, exhaling loudly. Shay didn’t move, he stayed sitting on the bed, holding Torrance’s hand and watching Ewan doing his magic. Ewan was now licking sensually the hard cock, from the base to the tip, and when it was all wet with saliva, he pulled down the foreskin and engulfed the engorged mushroom head into his mouth.

“Ooohh…! OOOHH!!” – Torrance exclaimed with marveled excitement, enjoying for the first time since a long time a tender mouth around his member – “This is… OOH! Holy Springs, this is just wonderful…!”

Shay placed a hand on Torrance’s chest and felt his heart beat furiously; smiling, the boy started brushing his hand on the almost hairless torso, with utmost respect, unwilling to trigger fears or anxiety in Torrance. He apparently did it well, because Torrance closed his eyes and succumbed under the mounting tide of tenderness submerging him, his body twitching and trembling under Shay’s hands and Ewan’s mouth. Ewan didn’t spare himself, and gave a five-star service to Torrance’s stiff member, gulping it down his throat over and over, and pursing hard his lips on the veiny shaft. Shay dared to give light pinches to the man’s nipples, and was excited to see him arch his torso, begging for more.

While sucking with passion on Torrance’s meat, Ewan played with his balls, caressing the wrinkled scrotum and rolling the plump gonads into his fingers; then, without stopping his mouth, he scooped some oil from the nearby lamp and slowly pushed a single greased finger between the man’s buttocks, reaching his nether hole. Ewan was very careful, expecting Torrance to react with fear at the threat to his secluded portal, but he actually groaned happily and bent his legs at the knees, to allow an easier access.

Heartened by the monk’s obvious desire, Ewan pushed his finger deeper, and felt the man’s hole effortlessly relax and open up to welcome the pleasurable invasion. Apparently, the man was into anal pleasure very much, because his ass muscles were extremely elastic and clearly begged to be stretched by something more substantial than just a finger.

“Open me up…” – Torrance said with coarse voice, between the labored breaths – “Split me open, wreck my hole, man!”

Shay gasped, listening to Torrance’s indecent incitation, but Ewan flashed a knowing smile: “What about I make love to this fine ass of yours, instead? I think I have enough meat to satisfy your ass’s hunger…”

Torrance lowered his eyes, ashamed, realizing how vulgar and forceful sounded his plea, compared to the sweet tenderness Ewan and Shay had bestowed on him so far. “Forgive me…” – he murmured – “The greed of my bottom is what made me get lost…”

Ewan shot a turbid glance at the man and replied: “A greedy hole is a bliss for a greedy member such as mine…”. Torrance suddenly looked more confident, and raised his legs, parting them and hooking his hands on the back of his knees, to offer himself to the hairy younger man. Ewan took some more oil and thoroughly greased his own hefty cock. “Now let’s see how greedy this hole is…” – he said, and thrust forward his hips.

The penetration wasn’t rough, but it showed no tenderness: it was a long, unstoppable thrust that made Torrance widen his eyes for being stretched so wide, but without giving him any pain. When Ewan had his tool fully buried into the warm chute, he paused for a moment, pulled almost out… and slammed his hips against Torrance’s buttocks, all at once. Torrance gasped with surprise, as he didn’t expect that Ewan could be so manly, so powerful, and that he could read so deep into his wicked soul.

“More…” – Torrance murmured, breathless, and Ewan did it again, a single wreaking thrust that took Torrance’s breath away. Shay raised his gaze to Ewan, alarmed, but he couldn’t see the hatred fire he was scared to spot burning into his eyes; Ewan’s expression was actually calm, loving: “That was to soothe your hunger” – Ewan said to Torrance – “but now get ready to be loved, and believe me: it will be more intense than the roughest fuck…”

 

~ Love, again ~

With those words, Ewan started rocking his hips back and forth, with long caring thrusts, easing his cock in and out of Torrance’s ass. The older monk, at first, couldn’t understand how a gentle fuck could be more intense of a rough one; but when he felt Ewan’s expert manhood caressing his insides with exquisite tenderness, exploring his depths and titillating his inner sensitive spots, he felt a warmth spreading all over his body and writhed with long forgotten pleasure.

“Ahh… I remember, now…” – Torrance moaned, tilting back his head, lost into sweet memories – “This is how he made me feel… He was so sweet with me… Don’t stop, Ewan… Keep making love to me…”

Ewan smiled, and though he couldn’t know who was the man Torrance was talking about, he felt proud to live up to the monk’s sweet memories. Unwilling to break the magic of the moment, Ewan silently gestured to Shay to help him increase Torrance’s pleasure even more. Following Ewan’s mute instructions, Shay wetted both his middle fingers in his mouth and started brushing the wet fingertips on Torrance’s stiff nipples, in a circular motion, very lightly but with sweet insistence. Torrance reacted with a low groan and felt totally lost into the pleasure washing his entire body, making him heave and tremble.

With long, constant thrusts, Ewan went on fucking Torrance, aiming his tool at the monk’s hidden joy nut and rejoicing in his occasional whines and gasps of unrestrained ecstasy.

After a long while, Torrance half-opened his eyes and looked at Shay: “I can’t resist any more…” – he said with coarse voice, pointing his chin to his own throbbing cock, clearly ready to shoot – “Help me, Shay, don’t let me give pleasure to myself…”

Shay gasped and faintly shook his head, feeling uneasy at the idea of taking the monk’s cock in his hand and stroking him to orgasm. Ewan glanced at Shay’s loincloth, that couldn’t conceal any more the boy’s erect dick, and faked an authoritarian tone: “Novice, where is your Submission? Do as our Cousin asks: he needs your help to let his Fountain gush, don’t fail him!”

With a shy grin, Shay extended a hand and grabbed Torrance’s member, that felt on fire under his fingers; he started stroking it like Blain taught him, at his novitiate trial [3], gripping it hard and making the foreskin brush against the hard ridge of the glans and insisting on the sensitive frenulum. Much to his surprise, Shay felt Torrance’s hand taking possession of his stiff dick and return the favor; the older monk’s expert moves on his sensitive dick made Shay utter chocked squeals of surprise and pleasure, which made him work on the man’s cock with greater passion.

Both Ewan and Torrance were expert in matters of sex, but Shay wasn’t, and the exquisite massage on his dick, so new to man-love, quickly brought him to a climax of pleasure; he started trembling and moaned: “I can’t resist… I can’t… AWWW… AAAGGHH!!”

Shay lost control of his body and started mindlessly spurting his boyish juice all over Torrance, hitting him on his neck and his face; lost in the throes of his pleasure, he almost strangled Torrance’s cock, and the additional friction nearly threw the older monk over the edge. But instead of exploding, like any other man would’ve done, Torrance stiffened and groaned loud, tossing his head from side to side, forcefully restraining himself.

When Shay could regain control over his own mind, he looked at Torrance and recognized on his face the same desperate expression he had when he was tied to the cross, while trying to resist to Drake’s forceful stimulation. Without stopping stroking the man’s cock, Shay looked straight at him: “Stop resisting, Cousin Torrance…” – he said with passion – “You don’t need to exert your Temperance now! Let your Fountain shoot and bless Ewan with your essence! Let him know how much you love and thank him for the pleasure he’s giving you!”

Torrance look back at Shay with teary eyes: “I… I can’t…”

“Torrance, cum!” – Shay exclaimed, increasing the pace of his strokes – “Cum for me, like you did last time!”

The passionate plea, that sounded almost as an order, clinched it, and Torrance inhaled sharply, to then let out a chocked scream, while his cock throbbed hard in Shay’s hand and started shooting thick squirts of creamy seed that rose up in the air and splatted back on his torso. Shay’s hand didn’t stop, unlike Drake, and Torrance could finally enjoy a liberating, delightful orgasm that blew his mind. Just looking at Torrance moaning and squirming was enough for Ewan to reach his orgasm, and he planted deep his member into the monk’s hole, blessing it with the essence of his Fountain.

It took a while for the three lads to be able to breath normally again, and for many long moments they just stood still, heaving and panting, looking and smiling at each other. Torrance was the first to break the silence, and his words cast a sad veil on their happiness: “I can’t go back to Drake… Not now that you two showed me again the path of love and tenderness. Thinking at what I should endure, under Drake’s merciless ministrations…”

“Then don’t do it!” – Ewan exclaimed – “Tell him you’re out!”

“I told you, I can’t. I’m lost, but my Submission still binds me to Uncle Orren’s command, and he… he gave me to Drake to do with me whatever pleases him. As I said, I’m nothing, I’m just a vile sexual toy in Drake’s hands. And what’s worse…” – Torrance added, with a ragged sigh – “…is that I once liked it. Or at least, I thought I deserved to be treated like that. But now you made me feel different, and going back to Drake would be a one-way road.”

Ewan looked at Shay, uncertain, because dealing with the Lost Cousins, and especially with Orren, the Lost Uncle, was something way out of his abilities. But Shay surprised him, standing up and looking at Torrance seriously: “You will stay here, tonight… or at least the few hours until dawn. And tomorrow I will talk to Uncle Roderick. I have many things to tell him anyway: he must know what Uncle Orren did to me. I’m sure that Uncle Roderick will do something to protect you: after all, lost or not, you’re still a Cousin.”

Torrance and Ewan looked at Shay with admiration for his determination, but in his eyes Shay could read the same doubts harboring in his own soul…

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In the next chapter: Shay will have a long talk with Uncle Roderick, who will prove to be very understanding and irresistibly charming; and then, in Roderick’s bed, Shay will lose… again his virginity.

Footnotes and references:

[1] The day before, Shay witnessed Ewan’s sudden and worrying change of attitude, while having sex with the flexible Quinn; and that was precisely what urged Shay to go to Uncle Orren, hoping to find a solution that could help both the Lost Uncle and Ewan. See Ch. 8.
[2] The night of his rape, Shay witnessed Drake torturing Torrance teasing him to orgasm and then blocking his pleasure hitting him hard with a riding crop, over and over, until (with Shay’s help) Torrance could finally cum, and Drake let his seed be wasted on the floor. See Ch. 6.
[3] Back then, Shay was commanded to masturbate Young Cousin Blain; being his first time, he needed Blain to instruct him on how to properly stroke a man’s cock. See Ch. 1.