The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 14: PENANCE ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Shay (a straight, shy 17-y.o. novice) and Gaynor (a gigantic monk in his 40s) meet Uncle Orren, a lecherous monk who is recently trying to mend his ways, but in the past had raped both Shay and Gaynor.

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~ Traumas and forgiveness ~

A week had gone by, since Orren’s and Torrance’s surprising request to be accepted again into the Cousinhood as Lost Novices. In the last week, Shay noticed Orren trying to talk to Gaynor several times, but without success, as Gaynor was clearly avoiding him. All the other monks, though with great caution and not without suspicion, had accepted Orren and Torrance back into the Cousinhood, but not Gaynor. No one could blame him, of course, knowing that Gaynor was raped by Orren, fifteen year earlier  [1]; but the monks had hoped that after such a long time, and after Orren’s decision to humble himself and repent, maybe Gaynor would’ve forgiven him. Gaynor, apparently, thought otherwise.

Shay had made a habit of going down to the Springs, the Asylum’s hot pool and workout grounds, to relax, meet the other monks and make some exercise. Often, Shay found Gaynor there, training and working out to keep that gigantic and muscular body of his in perfect shape. Shay loved staying close to Gaynor, as his kind gaze and his playful character (not to mention his powerful body) never ceased to make something stir deep into him. One day, in the late afternoon, Shay rose from the yoga mat where he was practicing some stretching, and saw Gaynor drop some heavy weights, after a grueling workout, and dive into the hot pool. Immediately, Shay went to the pool, dropped his loincloth and sat in the hot water next to Gaynor.

“Did you enjoy the show?” – Gaynor joked, as he’d noticed Shay’s frequent glances at him during his entire workout. “I… No, I wasn’t…” – Shay muttered, blushing, but Gaynor’s amused gaze, as usual, made him feel at ease: “I confess. I couldn’t tear my gaze off of you. Is it that bad?”

“Bad? Not at all! It’s quite flattering, if you ask me!” – Gaynor exclaimed with a wide smile – “No need to be shy, I love having an audience, so keep watching me to your heart’s content, you can even come and touch me, next time!”

Gaynor lay down in the warm water and his expression became more serious: “Say, Shay… How’s going? After… you know… Orren’s rape. If you don’t want to talk about it it’s OK, I’m only concerned about you.”

Shay lay next to Gaynor and looked straight into his eyes: “You suffered for the same trauma, it’s easy for me to talk to you about this. I guess I’m coping with it quite well, and I have to thank you for the way you helped me the night Orren raped me. When you asked me to make love to me, while my ass was still hurting for Orren’s beastly assault, I was in shock, you surely noticed it; but it was the best thing that someone could do to me, to help me reconnect with sex and love.”

“I wish that someone did the same for me, fifteen years ago” – Gaynor replied, with a faraway look – “Oh, I did get a lot of support and love from my fellow monks, but it didn’t prevent me from completely wipe away from my mind the idea of being fucked again. For fifteen years I guarded my back door like a Cerberus and never let anyone get anywhere near it. Until… you came to me and somehow I knew I could trust you; we barely knew each other, and yet I was sure that you would’ve never hurt me. The other monks couldn’t believe to their eyes, when they saw you fucking me!”  [2]

Shay smiled tenderly, remembering that sweet moment; but soon his expression became more thoughtful: “Gaynor, have you ever… forgiven Uncle Orren for what he did to you?”

“I don’t know…” – Gaynor replied – “I mean, it’s been long ago. I still don’t like him, and sure enough I don’t want to talk to him, but I guess I’ve forgiven him, sort of. The Holy Fountain teaches us to forgive and forget, and that’s what I tried to do. I don’t feel anymore the hate and the need for revenge I have been feeling for years, after he raped me. We sit at the same table at the meals, we exchange respectful nods of the head the few times we met, but nothing more. I forgave him, but I can’t forget; and I don’t want to have anything to do with him. What about you, Shay?”

“My reaction was quite the opposite, to be sincere. I’m still too hurt, I hate him because he robbed me from something I can never get back; and he still scares me, even if I know for sure that he won’t ever hurt me again. And yet… I apparently can’t stay away from him: since the night he hurt me, I went to his room several other times, I talked to him, I said him he deserved a second chance. I even… er… masturbated him.”

Gaynor looked at Shay in disbelief and said under his breath: “I’d say you’ve forgiven him quite quickly…”

Shay shook his head and was about to explain that it was more complicated than that, but he widened his eyes and looked up, at the border of the pool. Uncle Orren was there, standing still, in silence, looking down at them; he was wearing only the short loincloth that the monks usually wore when sleeping or when working out. He was looking at Gaynor with an inscrutable gaze in his eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here at the Springs” – Gaynor spat out, noticing that the few monks still at the Springs were quickly going away, glancing sideways at them – “Why have you come down here?”

“I was looking for you” – Orren replied in a low voice – “like I tried to do fifteen years ago, but you always steered away from me before we could talk. Back then, I tried many times to meet you, unsuccessfully, until I gave up, way too quickly, like the coward I am. Now I’ve been admitted again into the Cousinhood, the monks are giving me a second chance, including Roderick, and including Shay; but not you. I’m not asking for forgiveness: I came here today to give you something I should’ve granted you long ago…”

“I don’t want to talk to you and I don’t want anything from you!” – Gaynor replied, shooting a disdainful glance at Orren – “What is it that you want to give me?”

Uncle Orren unlaced his loincloth and let it fall to the floor: “Revenge.”

 

~ Revenge ~

Both Gaynor and Shay looked with surprise at Orren’s crotch. He was wearing a sort of contraption device made of several leather bands that loosely encased his manhood; the bands were studded and ran along the cock shaft, to connect to a studded leather cap that covered the glans almost entirely.

In his very limited experience, coming from secretive chats with Ewan and other young monks, Shay realized it was a cock cage, but he was perplexed: a cock cage is supposed to prevent an erection by forcing the member down and confined in a small space; but Orren’s one seemed quite flexible and loose: not much of a contraption device…

Gaynor was much more experienced than the young novice and exchanged an intense glance with Orren, while a knowing smirk spread on his face: “I didn’t expect anything less devious from you, Uncle Orren…”

Shay looked puzzled at Gaynor, who started to explain: “You see those small metal rivets all over the leather strips and the tip?”

“Enough.” – Orren said sternly – “We don’t want to scare the boy, do we? I’m glad you know what this cock cage is, so you will get the most out of it. I submit to you, Gaynor. Quench your thirst for revenge, at long last!”

Gaynor knew well that type of cock cage, as it was the one sometimes worn by Older Cousins who needed to master the Temperance, before undergo the trial to become an Uncle. What looked decorative rivets were actually spikes pointing inwards, blunt enough not to tear the tender penis skin, but sharp enough to give a hell of a pain, if the cock got hard. It was a wicked device indeed, but the one worn by Orren had another, even more wicked feature…

“Please, do join us into the water, Orren” – Gaynor invited him, with an apparent courteous tone – “Lay down here, in the shallow water, next to me…”

Orren did as requested, lying between Gaynor and Shay on the slanted floor of the pool; his hips were underwater, but his torso was half out. With a knowing smile, Gaynor started caressing Orren’s chest, playing with his body hair and circling his nipples with his wet fingers. Orren stood still, like a statue of marble, but he slightly nodded his head and said: “Thank you”.

Shay felt he was missing something, as it was a bit surreal to see Gaynor give tender caresses to Orren and hear the Lost Novice thank him for his gentleness. Shay was too naïve to realize that Orren was actually thanking Gaynor for taking his revenge on him; because that was what Gaynor was actually doing: he wanted Orren to get horny and hard, making his cock grow thicker and stiffer into the spiked cage, thus causing him a great pain.

Gaynor was expert, he knew perfectly well where and how to touch a man to elicit an irresistible sexual response. His hands pinched Orren’s nipples, tickled his abs, contoured his pecs, brushed his thighs and sneaked behind the balls floating in the warm water, to titillate his anus. Truth to be told, Orren was a master at Temperance, he knew all the tricks to keep his member limp, but he was there for a reason, to take his well-deserved penance, come what may; therefore, he relaxed in the warm water, surrendering himself to Gaynor’s tender ministrations, and gave free rein to his overactive libido.

Orren felt his cock grow stiffer, quickly taking all the space allowed by the leather cage, and soon the blunt spikes started painfully poking into his engorged member, causing a growing discomfort that quickly escalated to a sharp ache. The man’s features contracted in a smirk of pain, but as soon as he realized that Shay was looking at him with wide worried eyes, he forced his face muscles to relax.

Gaynor straddled Orren’s torso and presented him his massive, hard cock. The message was more than clear, and Orren subserviently opened his mouth and started sucking with dedication, if not with passion, Gaynor’s manhood. While using one hand to push Orren’s head down to his crotch, Gaynor used his other hand to reach behind to Orren’s trapped cock, caressed it, gave it light squeezes and intruded his fingers through the leather bands, making the greedy member grow even stiffer and throb hard, causing sharp pangs of pain to Orren.

Shay clearly heard Orren utter distressed moans, muffled by the massive cock filling his mouth all the way back to his throat, but at first he thought that he was just expressing his discomfort for being forced to munch on such a big cock; but then Shay’s eyes moved to Orren’s cock, that now was swelling up in all the length allowed by the leather cage, emerging from the hot water, and suddenly noticed the many metal spikes cruelly digging into the sensitive flesh; the boy gasped when he saw Gaynor stroking and squeezing the cage, making the spikes dig deeper, eliciting Orren’s muffled groans of pain.

“Gaynor… Gaynor!” – Shay suddenly said with urgency, now fully understanding that Gaynor was not making sweet love to Orren, but was actually punishing him in a vicious way – “You’re hurting him! Stop, please! This is cruel!”

“Cruel?” – Gaynor sternly replied, withdrawing his cock from Orren’s mouth – “Have you forgotten what Orren did to me? What he did to us? Who’s cruel? Tell me, Shay!”

Shay was shocked by his friend’s icy and angry tone and placed a hand on Gaynor’s massive arm: “Gaynor… no… You are better than him… Didn’t you say you forgave him?”

“I lied.” – Gaynor replied, frowning – “Now I understand that I lied to myself for years. For fifteen years I’ve waited to give this man the rightful punishment he deserves! And now I’m about to give him.”

Gaynor reached with his hand under himself and started fingering his own ass, massaging and loosening it; when he was ready, he scrambled back and lowered his ass onto Orren’s trapped cock, until his puckered hole was pressing on the leather-covered rod beneath him.

 

~ An ardent plea ~

“Last time you fucked me” – Gaynor coldly said to Orren, looking straight at his eyes – “you had all the pleasure and I got all the pain. A fucking unbearable pain! This time it’ll be the other way round! I’ll have a great pleasure hearing you howl for the pain while I enjoy the ride!”

Shay suddenly guessed what Gaynor was about to do, and gasped in horror. He shivered, visualizing in his mind the tight hole taking the entire trapped cock and squeezing it hard, forcing the spikes to assault the sensitive skin with brutality, causing to Orren an unbearable pain, and possible physical damage. And then, when Gaynor would’ve started to ride the cock, it… it would’ve become an unspeakable torture!

“NO!” – Shay screamed, with wet eyes – “Gaynor, don’t do it! I’m begging you, don’t do it!”

“Let Gaynor take his revenge on me, Shay” – Orren said seriously, talking for the first time since he got into the water – “He needs it. And so do I. If you can’t stand it, go away, Shay; or stay and take, you too, your revenge on me. Nothing you two will do to me can be worse than what I did to you.”

Shay listened to Orren shaking his head and then looked up at Gaynor, ready to impale himself on Orren’s cock. The boy’s voice was shaking, but his desperate tone hit Gaynor deep: “Gaynor, don’t do it. Don’t do something that will make me stop respecting and admiring you, something that will make me stop… loving you. Yes, I love you, Gaynor, but if you now hurt Orren in such a beastly way, I won’t love you anymore, because you wouldn’t be different than him…”

There was a sudden silence and Gaynor froze for a long moment; and then, with a shameful smirk, he moved his ass away from Orren’s throbbing cock. “OK, Shay. I didn’t expect you, of all the men, to take Orren’s side with such passion, but I’ll do as you ask. But…” – he then added in a steely tone, kneeling between Orren’s legs – “I’m going to fuck him. Hard. It won’t be pretty. And if you really love me like you say, you won’t stop me.”

Shay didn’t say anything, he just bowed his head and nodded. He wanted, he dearly wished that Gaynor could find his peace without taking revenge on Orren, but he knew deep inside that Gaynor was right. And he was an Older Cousin.

The gigantic monk turned to Orren and saw him raise his own legs and hold them with his hands: “I’m yours, Gaynor. I’m not a virgin, of course; but your massive manhood can easily tear me apart. Do it! We both know how much I deserve it!”

“Be careful what you ask for, because you’ll get plenty of it!” – Gaynor growled, pointing his massive cock against Orren’s clenched hole, ready to rip it open… but then he restrained himself. He looked straight at Orren and said: “I can’t guess what you did to deserve this beautiful boy’s ardent support, but you should be very thankful to him. Open up, let me in. We don’t want to scare Shay, don’t we? I won’t tear you apart, but it won’t be less painful, you know that, uh?”

Helped by the hot water, Uncle Orren relaxed his ass muscles as much as he could, giving way to Gaynor’s massive cock; but still he had to grit his teeth and muffle a groan of pain when the wide cock head forced open his tight hole. He looked up at Gaynor and slightly nodded to him, signaling him to go on, to impale him, filling his back chute with all the stiff meat the huge monk could provide. Gaynor complied, but again he was careful, he moved slowly, invading Orren’s hole inch by inch, until his thick man tool was fully buried into Orren’s flesh.

Uncle Orren made a silent smirk of pain, while his own cock twitched and throbbed into the spiked cage. He tried to resort to his Temperance, but when Gaynor’s rod started moving inside him, with long steady strokes, the sudden pleasure radiating from his ass coalesced in a surge of horniness that made his own cock painfully throb.

“Fuck!!” – Orren hissed through his teeth, and immediately tried to shut his mouth, expecting a wild, beastly fuck. But Gaynor started fucking him at a gentle, slow pace, easing his cock all the way in and out of Orren’s hole, caressing his velvety insides and insisting on Orren’s most sensitive spots. Gaynor’s strategy was all too clear to Orren: while pretending to be making sweet love, to Shay’s benefit, the monk was actually inexorably bringing him to the last and most painful step of his penance: a powerful, unrestrainable orgasm.

Orren silently locked eyes with Gaynor and saw him smirk: they both knew well what was the most wicked and hidden feature of Orren’s cock cage, the secret that Shay didn’t even suspect. There was a mutual, silent acknowledgment between the two fucking men, and Gaynor’s big rod started pistoning into Orren’s chute with greater vigor. At each thrust, Gaynor’s hips slammed on Orren’s buttocks, making the water splash all around and forcing Orren’s cock to sway and throb against the vicious spikes digging into its flesh.

A restrained whine escaped Orren’s lips, and Gaynor glanced at him in triumph: “Yeah, you know you can’t escape your fate, I’m going to make you cum like never! Fifteen years ago you howled with pleasure, flooding my destroyed ass with your evil seed, and today I want to hear you howl again, but in pain!”

 

~ Cruel pleasure ~

With a few wrecking thrusts of his massive cock, Gaynor forcefully threw Orren over the edge. The Lost Novice held his breath, shaking his head and his entire body stiffened at the peak of the climax. Orren’s cock throbbed inside its devilish spiked cage, but the searing pain could not stop the powerful orgasm that exploded in his groin.

“FUUUCKKK!! Oh, shit, AAAARRGGHH!!!” – Orren screamed aloud, his face a mask of pain, tossing his head from side to side. His body convulsed and his hips rocked back and forth, making his cock painfully bounce on his abdomen. Shay looked at Orren and couldn’t understand why the sweetest, the most exquisite experience a man can live was causing such a dramatic, desperate reaction on Orren.

And then Shay noticed it: from Orren’s cock not a single drop of sperm was coming out.

“He can’t cum!” – Shay said aloud, in alarm – “Gaynor, what’s happening? Why is that??”

“Not a drop of his filthy semen will come out from his devilish member!” – Gaynor exclaimed, fucking Orren with powerful thrusts that made the man howl in pain – “The cock cage has a cum blocker, a long leather cord that reaches deep inside his manhood and blocks the ejaculation! Ah! This is my revenge! Howl, Orren! Howl for me while I flood your wrecked hole! NNNGGHH!!! OOOHHH!!”

Gaynor planted his massive cock deep inside Orren with one last, shattering thrust and unloaded his balls into him, filling his depths to the brim. Then, panting, he pulled out and recoiled, rejoicing in the sight of the Lost Novice still suffering for the pressure he felt into his groin. His orgasm had subsided, but the dull pain he felt in his groin was still great.

Shay brusquely pushed Gaynor away and reached to Orren’s cock cage, trying to take it away, but Orren hastened to stop him: “No! Shay, don’t take it away! This is my punishment!”

“You heard him!” – Gaynor added from aside – “Let that filthy pig suffer some more!”

“Stop it!!” – Shay screamed with teary eyes, slapping Orren’s hands away and feverishly working to unlock the contraption device – “I’m sick of pain, punishments and revenge! These are the Springs! Shouldn’t it be a place of love and forgiveness?”

Neither of the men dared to say a single word, while Shay, finally, managed to open the cock cage; he carefully pulled it away, looking with surprised eyes the long strip of leather coming out of Orren’s piss slit. With one last, delicate pull, Shay completely took it away and saw a few dribbles of sperm emerge from the tortured cock and drip down the shaft.

Without thinking twice, Shay leaned on Orren’s cock and licked away those precious remnants of the shattering blocked orgasm, and then brushed his tongue on the glans, washing it clean with his saliva. He hesitated for a moment, and then engulfed the entire mushroom head with his mouth, sucking hard to syphon the last drops of man juice still lingering inside the shaft.

Orren moaned for the sudden pleasure, feeling Shay’s velvety lips and tongue soothe the bruises caused from the spikes, and this urged Shay to go on sucking and licking with tenderness the manly meat that so much had suffered. Orren’s libido, unsatisfied by the ruined orgasm, responded with enthusiasm to Shay’s ministration, and in few minutes Orren’s moans grew louder: “Yes… Yes, my boy! Ooohh… You’re so sweet! Ahh… You’re making me cum! Yes! YESSSSSS!!!”

An unrestrained flow of man juice erupted from Orren’s cock straight into Shay’s mouth, who gulped down it all, unwilling to spill a single drop of the blessing essence of Orren’s Fountain.

When Orren calmed down, Shay stood up and turned to Gaynor, who was watching them from aside, and shot at him a contrite glance: “I let you do what you needed to do, Gaynor. Please, don’t hate me if I did what I needed to do…”

“Hate you, sweet Shay? Never, I could never hate you. I rather hate myself for getting carried away by my thirst of revenge. Can you forgive me, Shay?”

“Of course I forgive you… if you forgive me.”

“Come here!” – Gaynor smiled, taking Shay into his huge muscular arms – “Let me show you how much I forgive you…”

Their lips locked in a tender, loving kiss and for many long moment Shay felt lost into Gaynor’s strong embrace and under his warm, sensual lips. They finally parted when they heard Orren say with a doubtful tone: “And… is there any chance that you two can forgive me?”

Gaynor let go of Shay and looked at Orren, uncertain. He had his revenge, it was what he’d been longing for for years, but he didn’t like its bittersweet taste. And yet, after fifteen years, fifteen long years during which sorrow and resentment had piled up into his soul, Gaynor was not sure he could take his step.

Shay nudged Gaynor forward so hard that the gigantic monk almost fell into Orren’s arms. With a tense smirk, he put out a hand for Orren, who shook it with a thankful glance. “Let bygones be bygones. But I’ll keep my eyes on you, Orren” – Gaynor warned, menacingly – “I won’t let you hurt anyone else!”; and Orren smiled: “That’s what I was hoping for.”

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In the next chapter: Despite his strenuous efforts to control himself, Ewan falls prey of his own ‘inner beast’ and assaults Shay; Gaynor will offer to Ewan a dramatic way to satisfy his urges.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] When Gaynor was still a Novice, Uncle Orren fell prey of an overwhelming lust for him and took his virginity by force. For this reason he was rejected by the Cousinhood and became a Lost Uncle. Gaynor talks about it in Ch. 8, and Orren in Ch. 9.
[2] Shay was making some yoga exercises at the Springs, helped by Gaynor, when the gigantic monk unexpectedly offered himself to Shay (who, incidentally, was still a virgin, back then). See Ch. 5.