The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 13: TWO NOVICES ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Shay (a straight, shy 17-y.o. novice) and Ewan (his young roommate and mentor) meet Uncle Orren and Torrance, two lecherous monks who are recently trying to mend their ways; and also Devin (an Older Cousin with a magnetic sex-appeal), Keenan (a Viking-looking Older Cousin) and Gaynor (a gigantic Older Cousin in his 40s).

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~ Two Novices ~

A week had gone by, since Shay’s visit to Uncle Orren, and life in the Asylum had gone back to normalcy. The monks met in the refectory at the meals, visited the Springs to work out or relax in the hot pool, studied in the library or had personal rendezvous in their room, sometime to exchange confidences, but more often to make love.

Torrance had gone back to the West wing, and apparently Drake left him alone, as Torrance was now under Uncle Orren’s protection and Drake feared the man’s wrath. Nevertheless, Shay was feeling a growing uneasiness: not only for Torrance, but for Uncle Orren, too, as both of them had been missing in the last week. According to Drake’s comments, Orren and Torrance spent most of the time together, talking to each other with a secretive tone or absorbed in deep thoughts.

Many times Shay had almost decided to go himself to the West wing to check on Orren and Torrance, but he always refrained from doing it, feeling that he’d already caused too much fuss in that part of the Asylum. And anyway, he couldn’t forget that Uncle Orren had raped him only few days earlier: despite the man’s recent attempts at mending his ways, Shay was not prepared to forgive him.

Another week went by, and one day, at the end of the lunch, Uncle Roderick, the head of the Asylum, stood up and said aloud: “I kindly ask you all to gather in the Chapter Hall, in the afternoon, as there will be an announcement”. Several monks asked what was going on, but Roderick just shrugged his shoulders: “I know as much as you do. Please be sure to be at the Chapter Hall by 5 PM.”

At 5 PM sharp, all the Cousins were at the Chapter Hall, exchanging whispers and comments; Shay was there, too, next to his roommate Ewan, and Uncle Roderick stood in the middle of a raised stage, waiting for something to happen. The entire Cousinhood was there, except Uncle Orren and Torrance: it was an easy guess that the announcement they were waiting for concerned the Lost Cousin and the Lost Uncle.

A door opened and everybody stared with surprise at Uncle Orren and Torrance coming in. They were wearing their customary black habits, but they had stripped off the hood and the sleeves, and had shortened it so much that the fabric barely covered their asses and their male endowment. If it wasn’t for the black color, their habit was more or less like the one worn by the novices.

The two men entered the room and walked to the raised stage, keeping their gaze to the floor. After a respectful nod at Uncle Roderick, who was as surprised as the other monks, they took place in front of everybody and glanced around. The silence in the room was complete.

“My Nephews” – Uncle Orren said after a tense pause – “This is the last time I call you like this. You may be surprised to see the weird habits we’re wearing; not by chance they are as short as a novice’s habit, and that’s because Cousin Torrance, here, and myself have understood that the life we are living, secluded in the West wing, is a path that leads to nowhere. We both need a fresh start, trying to discover again the joyful ways of the Holy Fountain, starting from the basics, like two novices.”

There were surprised murmurs in the hall, and Orren raised a hand: “We both, Torrance and I, were sure that we were lost forever; but recently a kind and wise young man (here, he glanced at Shay) made us understand that our doom was not sealed yet, and that there was hope for us to come back to a righteous life. We don’t ask you to accept us back in the Cousinhood, we don’t ask you to forgive us. We just ask for one thing: that you let us try to be better men. Give us a chance, that’s all we ask for!”

Uncle Roderick, from aside, asked: “Are you, Orren, willing to renounce to your prerogatives as an Uncle? And are you, Torrance, willing to renounce to your status of Young Cousin?”

“We do!” – both men replied in unison – “We submit to you, Uncle Roderick, and we accept to be treated as Novices until you feel we’re ready to walk on toward the Holy Fountain. And we submit to you all, Cousins” – Orren said, turning to the audience and bending a knee to the ground, immediately copied by Torrance – “for you to teach us the way to the Truth, in any loving or harsh way you will want to do it.”

“Then, so be it!” – Uncle Roderick said aloud – “From now on, and until I decide otherwise, you two will be Lost Novices, which means that you’ll be bound to obey to any order coming from anyone, including the Young Cousins. If you fail, there won’t be any other chance for you to redeem yourselves. Under these conditions, welcome back into the Cousinhood!”

Neither Orren nor Torrance expected cheers or anything, but they didn’t expect, either, the tense silence that fell in the hall. No one moved, no one said a word, they all kept staring at them with suspicious eyes. The Lost Novices felt deeply hurt by the obvious rejection they were getting from the Cousins, but soldiered on and stood up, bravely withstanding the wave of reproach coming from the entire Cousinhood.

From the back of the hall, Ewan walked across the room under the surprised eyes of the Cousins, climbed on the low stage where the black-robed men were standing and held Torrance at arm’s length, looking straight in his eyes; then, he smiled and leaned to him, to tenderly kiss him on the lips. There were murmurs across the hall, as many monks were surprised to see a Young Cousin such as Ewan show a forgiveness that they couldn’t find into themselves.

And the murmurs grew louder when they saw another monk step forward: it was Devin, the self-assured charming Older Cousin who could make anyone fall for him; he, too, climbed on the stage and held Orren tight in a strong, possessive embrace; and then gave him a forceful, churning kiss, throwing his tongue inside Orren’s mouth and exploring every recess of it with dominant attitude. At first, Orren resisted, out of pure instinct, but then he forced himself to humble himself to a subordinate role. He was a Novice now, Orren thought, and if an Older Cousin wanted to assert his superiority over him, he had to bow to him… not without feeling uneasy, though.

 

~ Submission ~

Devin recoiled and placed both hands on Orren’s shoulders, applying an increasing downward pressure: he wasn’t really forcing Orren to kneel, but the message was more than clear. Orren’s eyes flashed with a fleeting fierceness, as in his entire life he had always been the dominant man, in all his sexual intercourses; but when he looked into Devin’s eyes, he didn’t see a desire of humiliate him: what Devin was doing was an act of love, not of domination.

Lowering his gaze, Orren stopped resisting, and his knees bent to the floor; he raised Devin’s habit with his hands and watched with uneasiness to his member getting thicker and coming to life; a part of Orren’s mind didn’t want him to go on, but Orren ignored it, grabbed the half-hard cock and brought it to his own mouth.

From aside, Torrance watched Orren going down to his knees and hastened to do the same with great excitement, glancing up at Ewan with gleaming eyes. He took Ewan’s cock into his mouth and started sucking it with passion, playing with his balls and sneaking a hand inside the short habit, up to the torso, to take handfuls of his hairy pecs and brush his fingers against his nipples.

For a long while, Torrance and Orren worked in tandem, sucking Devin’s and Ewan’s cock with gusto; Orren, too, was putting a greater passion in his service, as the initial discomfort had vanished, giving way to a warm intimacy with Devin, the man whose sexual allure could make anyone fall… including a confident and strictly top man such as Orren.

At some point, Devin pulled out of Orren’s mouth (instantly copied by Ewan) and helped the man on his feet; with gentle moves, he pulled up Orren’s short habit and tossed it away, leaving the chiseled hairy man completely naked in front of the numerous fully-clothed audience; Orren’s embarrassment grew even more when Devin quickly took away his own habit and positioned himself at Orren’s back. After scooping some oil purposely left nearby, Devin started sneaking his greased fingers into Orren’s ass crack, up and down, until he found his puckered hole and slowly pushed his middle finger inside.

“You’re so tight…” – Devin said in a low voice to Orren, and the man replied, hesitantly: “It’s been many years since I submitted myself to another man…”

Devin smiled and scooped some more oil, to grease his own rigid cock; he pressed the fat helmet on Orren’s hole, only to find it fiercely clenched; he waited for a few long moments for Orren to relax and open up for him, but Orren’s back door stayed tightly shut. Devin sensually pressed his muscular torso on Orren’s back and murmured into his ear: “Let me in… I know you want it… I saw your desire in your eyes, you can’t lie to me…”

Devin had guessed right: despite being a natural top, and despite the shameful display he was doing of himself, Orren just couldn’t resist to Devin’s sensual charm; his hole relaxed for a moment, to soon clench again, forcefully. “Shove it in, Devin” – Orren said, turning his head – “Hurt me, split me open. Punish me and do your worse to me, as this is what I deserve!”

Devin shot an amused glance and replied: “Don’t tell me what to do, Novice. You’ll get all I decide to dish at you. So get ready, because whether you want or not, I’m going to make sweet love to you…”

“No… Please no…” – Orren uttered, his hole twitching in anticipation – “Don’t love me… No one can possibly love me…”

“I can…” – Devin said in a sensual whisper, and Orren was won: his anal ring relaxed and welcomed the tender intruder like an old friend, hugging him and enjoying his visit. With a long slow thrust, Devin drove his rod all the way into Orren’s chute, holding him still with his arms. As a matter of fact, Devin was not the most endowed monk in the Asylum, but for this very reason his cock was an instrument of pleasure, rather than pain. He was wide enough to give to his lover a sense of fullness, without splitting his hole in half; and he was long enough to reach all the most sensitive spots in a man’s body, without having to stretch the natural bends of a man’s inner cavity.

“Oooohh…..” – Orren moaned softly, now oblivious of being fucked while standing up naked in front of all the other monks: the only thing that counted was the hot manly meat exploring his depths and touching him in ways he had long forgotten. Torrance, too, standing beside Orren, was fully exposed to the Cousins, but he didn’t care; his own cock bobbed and leaked shamelessly every time Ewan’s rod, much longer and thicker than Devin’s, crashed inside him, making him utter squeals of unrestrained pleasure.

Ewan was not going easy on Torrance, as he knew well how deep Torrance was into anal pleasure, and how much he loved to be stretched and filled to his limits. The Chapter Hall echoed with Orren’s and Torrance’s loud moans, and the occasional grunts of Devin and Ewan; but while Torrance’s expression was clearly ecstatic, Orren’s face was darkened by a growing frown, until it was clear that the pleasure that Devin was giving him was being overshadowed by an almost painful tension in his body.

Shay, looking at him from afar, instantly guessed that the sensual fuck he was getting from Devin had woken up his inner beast, the irrepressible desire that haunted his loins, making him lose his mind; quickly, Shay went closer to Keenan, a short monk built like a Viking, and urged him to go and help Orren. Keenan didn’t have to be told twice, as the show he was watching was extremely enticing, and rushed to the stage, knelt in front of Orren and with a single move gulped down his entire stiff rod.

After just a few moments, Orren moaned and pleaded Devin: “Please… May I cum? Nnnngghh… My juice is screaming to come out, but I’ll keep it restrained, Older Cousin, if you command me so…”

“Forget the Temperance, Orren: cum! Cum for me and for Keenan! Let your Fountain gush freely!”

With a guttural growl, Orren tensed and his cock started spurting shot after thick shot of manly cream straight down Keenan’s throat; the ejaculation was massive, and when it ended, at long last, Orren shivered, feeling both Devin’s cock and Keenan’s mouth going on, doing their relentless work. But Orren didn’t pleaded them to stop, he actually urged them to keep going: “Don’t stop, Cousins! NNNGGH…! Do to me whatever you want… I’m nothing… Nothing!”

“Nothing? No, you’re a wonderful man” – Devin replied in a warm voice, pumping his tool into Orren’s quivering hole – “A wonderful man who’s lost his way, but has been brave enough to admit his faults. I remember when you still wore the white habit, I remember the powerful, righteous man you once were, the man who took my virginity in the sweetest way. I’m making love to that man, Orren. I’m not faking, the love you feel is real. Just don’t ask me to stop now, as I’ve been dreaming to fuck this sweet ass of yours for years…”

Devin’s words were like an electric surge for Orren’s body and mind, who felt so overwhelmed by Devin’s passion that he couldn’t hold a second, even more powerful orgasm. Once more, Keenen’s mouth was flooded with Orren’s essence, and he gulped down it all to the last drop. And even then, neither Keenan nor Devin stopped.

Feeling totally drained, Orren hissed for the almost unbearable sensations that the relentless stimulation was giving him; he tried to resist, but quickly succumbed under the sweet torture and whined: “Devin, give me your seed, fill me with your essence! I beg you! Have mercy on me…”

Devin held Orren tight: “Your trial is over, and here’s your prize…” – he said into the Lost Uncle’s ear and then inhaled sharply and let the floodgates of his pleasure open up.

 

~ Exquisite penance ~

Beside them, Ewan was fucking Torrance, holding him standing up, like Devin with Orren; but Ewan didn’t have the experience and the Temperance of his Older Cousin, and he felt he couldn’t hold back his orgasm much longer. Torrance was keeping his eyes shut and his head reclined back on Ewan’s shoulder, enjoying the powerful fuck with every inch of himself. What was supposed to be a shameful act of submission had turned since the beginning into a delightful act of sensual love, thanks to Ewan’s sensibility.

“Your ass is something else…” – Ewan murmured into Torrance’s ear – “and I’m about to fill your chute with my cream…”

“Yes… Yes…!” – Torrance moaned, lost in his own pleasure – “I’m so close, too! Fuck me... Fuck me hard… Make me cum!”

“This is supposed to be a sort of punishment, Torrance. I don’t want to order you around or force you in any way, but… can you hold back, if I ask you so? Do it for me, and show the Cousinhood how strong is your Submission and your Temperance!”

Torrance looked at Ewan with half-closed eyes and said with coarse voice: “I can’t deny you anything. Whatever you ask me, I’ll do”. He then groaned, forcefully putting a lid on his own lust and subduing his impending orgasm.

Ewan admired Torrance’s self-control, and the sight of him straining and fighting against his own urge to cum made Ewan explode: “Here it comes, sweet Cousin! Let me bathe you with the essence of my Fountain! NNNGGHH!!!”

Shot after shot, Ewan’s seed filled Torrance’s loosened hole and started seeping out, slowly dripping along the monk’s inner thighs. Ewan gave a couple more lazy thrusts, enjoying the last shivers of his orgasm, and then pulled out. Torrance turned at him with pleading eyes, his lips trembling, and said under his breath: “More… Please, more…!”

Ewan chuckled and said into Torrance’s ear: “Your ass is insatiable! You’re supposed to feel discomfort, contrition or something like this, not mind-numbing pleasure! But if you want more, I’ll give you more…” – he added, becoming more serious – “…but it may be hard for you. Do you accept the challenge?”

“Yes. Whatever test you want to put me through, I’ll take it.”

Ewan nodded and raised his gaze to the monks watching them, in search of Flann, a dark-skinned half-African monk, whose massive twelve-inch weapon was notorious amongst the Cousins: many an ass, in the Asylum, had been stretched to its limits by the long black rod. Ewan specifically searched for Flann for a different reason, though: in the last years, many times the Lost Cousins, including Torrance, had been disrespectful to Flann, mocking him and even insulting him for the color of his skin. If Torrance really wanted to get back on the right path and make amends to the Cousins, Flann was the one he had to start with.

When Torrance saw Flann step forward toward them, got pale and gulped down; Ewan looked at him, to be sure he did want to undergo that trial, and Torrance soldiered on: “I’m ready. It’s about time I submit to Flann’s rightful vengeance and hope for his mercy: my ass is well-trained, but he can easily wreak me.”

Without a word, Flann climbed on the low stage and stood in front of Torrance, towering on him, being much taller than the Lost Cousin; he looked down at him with glacial eyes and took away his habit, revealing his toned dark-skinned body and his massive cock, that was already at half-mast. Torrance fell on his knees, sure that the black monk wanted to have his humongous tool sucked off, but Flann shook his head: “No, boy. You’ll take it dry. You’re lucky, though, as Ewan has already pumped plenty of lube up your ass. Stay on all fours, like the dog you are!”

 

~ Confession ~

Flann turned around Torrance, knelt down and pointed his now rock-hard cock to the lad’s pucker; then, without further ado, he shoved all his twelve inches into Torrance’s ass. The Lost Cousin bucked hard, and a chocked, guttural sound escaped his lips, but he didn’t ask for mercy.

The massive rod started pistoning into Torrance’s slick hole, reaching places that no one had ever reached before, painfully straightening the natural bends of his insides; every forceful thrust exuded a barely restrained anger and made Torrance wither for the shame and the pain.

“Why?? Why??” – Flann started asking loud, punctuating his questions with powerful thrusts – “Why did you insulted me? Why, in your wicked mind, my skin color was worthy of your stupid reproach? Tell the Cousins! Speak aloud and confess your shame!”

“I… I…” – Torrance began to say, trying to withstand the mighty onslaught – “I did it out of cowardice! AAAH! Drake hated you, he hates everyone, and urged me to call you names and insult you. I really… NNNGGH… I really don’t have anything against you, but I was too coward to tell Drake the truth, to tell him… FFFCKK!!... that I… I… I lusted after you, I dreamt to be fucked by you… But not like this… Not like this!!!”

Torrance sobbed hard and looked at the Cousins with teary eyes: “Forgive me…”

Flann immediately slowed down and his angry expression distended into a puzzled gaze: “Do you really lust for me? I thought you hated me because I’m black…”

“That’s the best part of you…” – Torrance replied, meekly, catching his breath – “Your black skin is so sexy, you have no idea how many times I dreamt of you… Not to mention your cock…! I couldn’t be more stupid and coward, doing what Drake ordered me, but I was desperate, as I knew that you were off-limits for me. I was Lost, I still am, I couldn’t hope for you to… make love to me.”

By now, the furious fuck had turned to a gentle love-making, as Flann believed to Torrance’s words: “So, you dreamt of me making love to you? Like this?” – he said, easing his long cock in and out of the ravaged ass with tenderness – “You dreamt to feel my long black cock fill every inch of your ass… like this…?”

“Yes… Yes! Holy Fountain, yes!!” – Torrance cried out, feeling the pain turn into the most exquisite pleasure.

“And maybe you fantasized about me battering your joy nut until you were delirious, don’t you?” – Flann insisted, rocking his hips with short powerful thrusts perfectly aimed at Torrance’s prostate. “OOOHH!! Yes, I did!” – Torrance moaned loud – “And I dreamt… but I can’t hope for that… I dreamt that you gave me your seed, that you planted it deep inside me, in places that only your beautiful black manhood can reach!”

“Dreams sometimes come true…” – Flann said in a low voice, panting hard; he shoved his cock all the way into Torrance’s depths and flooded it with an unstoppable river of man cream. The feeling was too exquisite for Torrance to resist, and with a pleading glance he asked to Ewan, who was watching at them with loving eyes: “May I cum, now? Please, please!!”

“You may, Novice” – Ewan replied, and his formal words were spoken in a tone that exuded all his affection for Torrance. The Lost Cousin drew a long breath and trembled, finally giving way to a pleasure that couldn’t be restrained any longer and shooting long streams of sperm that pooled on the floor beneath him.

A deep silence fell in the Chapter Hall, while Ewan helped Torrance on his feet and Devin gently pushed Orren forward, to face the Cousinhood. Uncle Roderick stepped forward and said aloud: “These two Lost Novices have been away from the light of the Holy Fountain for long, but have proved their determination to repent. My Nephews, I pray you to accept them back into your Cousinhood, and bless them with the essence of your Fountains!”

Torrance and Orren climbed down the low stage, knelt in the middle of the Hall and were quickly surrounded by the monks, who were holding up their own habits and showing off their stiff cocks. Orren and Torrance exchanged a glance and then, using their mouths and hands, made all those throbbing Fountains gush for them, until they were completely drenched with sweet man seed.

But one monk, Gaynor, refused to give his blessing. He thought he had forgiven Orren for raping him, fifteen years earlier, but apparently he’d been lying to himself all those years: the wound was still open, it still hurt. With a deep frown on his face, he slowly turned around and sneaked out of the Chapter Hall.

From aside, Shay looked at Gaynor going out and closing the door behind him, and a sympathetic, sorry expression appeared on his face.

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In the next chapter: In the next chapter: Shay will witness Orren submit himself to a wicked punishment, to make amend with Gaynor.

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Footnotes and references:

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