The Holy Fountain
by Hunknown
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Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.
≈ CHAPTER 15: THE BEAST ≈
Who's Who in this chapter
Shay (a straight, shy 17-y.o. novice) tries relieving the sexual tension of his roommate and mentor Ewan (a hairy and sexually overactive monk in his 20s); then he meets, in dramatic circumstances, Gaynor (a gigantic monk in his 40s) and his rapist Uncle Orren (a depraved monk who’s trying to redeem himself).
~ Awakening ~
Shay woke up in his bed feeling good. He’d been living at the Asylum for more than two months, by now, and in such a short span of time he felt his life had changed deeply, even dramatically, but he felt good nevertheless.
«What doesn’t break you, makes you stronger», Shay’s father used to say whenever the boy complained about something; and at the Asylum, for the first time, Shay realized that a deep truth was hidden in those words. Recently he had suffered one of the most hideous experience anyone could live, when Uncle Orren, the depraved Lost Uncle, raped him; but Shay didn’t break down: that experience actually made him discover an inner strength that he didn’t even suspect to have.
Shay looked at the rising sun lighting up with beautiful colors the fountain-shaped window (that in his eyes still resembled more a penis than the Holy Fountain…) and smiled contented. But his smile faded when he heard a low distressed moan coming from Ewan’s bed and turned to look at him: still deep asleep, Ewan looked restless, tense, almost in pain. And the reason of that was all too clear to Shay when he saw, under Ewan’s loincloth, his massive member swelling and throbbing with unrestrained desire.
A couple weeks earlier, when Ewan confessed that often he found difficult to restrain his hyperactive sexuality, Shay promised him that he would’ve helped him in any way to keep his inner fire at bay; but keeping his promise was very hard for Shay, as he wasn’t really into man-sex. Sure enough he had several sexual encounters with some monks, but his innate heterosexuality, along with the strict education he got from his father, always blocked him.
«Not this time!» – Shay thought resolutely, and silently got off his bed and moved closer to his sleeping roommate. Ewan was lying on his side, facing Shay, and his thick manhood was stiff as marble.
Shay knelt on the floor and with great caution extended a hand to massage Ewan’s cock, careful not to wake up him. With delicate slows strokes, Shay’s hand slid along the rigid shaft up to the glans; but Ewan was circumcised, Shay couldn’t really masturbate him without some lubrication. So he spat twice on his palm and resumed the tender massage, this time letting his hand gently encircle the wide corona and slide on the engorged head.
Ewan, still fast asleep, started breathing heavier, and his hips twitched nervously; Shay wanted to give him relief, but the deepening frown on Ewan’s face made him think that he was getting the opposite result: he was aggravating Ewan’s sexual tension, rather than ease it. That was no time for gentle, cautious sex games: if really Shay wanted to help Ewan relax, he had to throw at the wind his stupid inhibitions and uneasiness!
Shay withdrew his hand, took a deep breath and took Ewan’s throbbing member into his mouth, and pushed down his head until he felt the wide mushroom head poke the back of his throat. He gagged hard and recoiled, feeling his eyes getting wet, but he tried again, with fierce determination.
A low growl of sexual tension escaped from Ewan’s mouth, and Shay knew he had no time to fiddle around: his friend needed help, and he needed it quickly. Shay started bobbing his head on Ewan’s thick rod with passion, pursing hard his lips; and with his hands he massaged the big balls and the muscular hairy torso, digging his fingers into the thick hair and scratching the nipples with his nails.
He didn’t spare himself, and the intense pleasure made Ewan wake up with a gasp of surprise and delight: “Shay… Oooohh… Holy Springs, it feels so good!” – Ewan blabbered with furry tongue – “You don’t have to… nnngghhh…”
Shay recoiled for a moment and smiled wide at his friend: “Shhh… Go back to sleep…”
Sure enough, Shay’s intentions were good, he wanted to give pleasure to his mentor and friend, but he didn’t really know how deep and violent could be Ewan’s passion, when not under the strict control of his Temperance. Shay fully realized it when he felt Ewan’s imperious hand pressing hard on the back of his head, pushing him down onto the thick cock.
“Shay… Shay…” – Ewan murmured with strained voice, almost feeling for his friend, but he couldn’t stop himself from shoving his cock all the way into Shay’s inexperienced throat over and over, making him gag hard. The tension in his groin was unbearable, and Ewan groaned for the need to cum. He kept Shay’s head still with both hands and started face-fucking him in earnest, with long thrusts, plunging his stiff rod all the way into the boy’s throat.
Suddenly, Ewan held his breath and a massive orgasm exploded in his groin, making his cock throb hard, while a gallon of man juice poured into Shay’s mouth.
When the contractions stopped, Ewan abruptly pulled his hands away from Shay’s head and looked at him deeply ashamed: “Shay… I… I couldn’t…”
“No” – Shay said seriously, wiping his mouth and his eyes with his hands – “It’s my fault. I made you a promise, the day after my rape, when I realized that you, just like Uncle Orren, needed to be drained of your manly essence on a regular basis. I promised that while our friends would’ve taken care of Orren, I would’ve taken care of you. ‘Whatever it takes’, I said… but then I didn’t keep my promise, or you wouldn’t be now in such a miserable state.”
“So… don’t you despise me?” – Ewan asked, incredulous; Shay shot him an urchin glance and focused his gaze on his friend’s cock, still hard as steel, because the fire in Ewan’s loins was far from being extinguished. “If I despised you…” – Shay said with a sensual tone, curling again his fingers around the thick shaft – “…would I do this?”
Whit these words, Shay leaned again over Ewan’s cock, that was still hard as if it didn’t shoot moments before, and licked with tenderness the wide glans, insisting on the sensitive piss slit, and then worked his tongue down the shaft, bathing it with saliva. He gave a delicate kiss on the hefty balls and then sucked one into his mouth, rolled it on his tongue and let it slip out of his lips.
~ A sudden urge ~
“You’re just amazing” – Ewan said with a thankful smile – “but I won’t let you go on, if you don’t let me return the favor. Get rid of your loincloth and kneel astride my face, let me feast of that beautiful cock of yours! Yeah, the one making your loincloth flap like a flag in the wind!”
Shay chuckled shyly, taking away his loincloth, and then straddled Ewan in a sixty-nine position; he took Ewan’s cock into his mouth, and soon moaned in pleasure, feeling Ewan’s lips closing around his stiff dick. Ewan was much more expert than Shay, and didn’t gag or choke when he welcomed Shay’s entire length into his throat. Having Shay’s entire lower body at his disposal excited Ewan a lot, and he started roaming the firm buttocks, the thighs and the lower back with his hands, kneading hard the enticing ass cheeks and taking handfuls of Shay’s balls.
While Ewan’s mouth played a number on his friend’s dick, his fingers sneaked everywhere, tickling the perineum, caressing the inner thighs and gently squeezing the balls. Shay moaned contented, instinctively wiggling his ass and rocking his hips, but suddenly raised his head from Ewan’s cock and gasped loud, when he felt a wet finger prodding his nether portal.
At first, Shay tried to relax and force himself to accept the unwelcome intrusion, but he’d already ventured way too far into man-sex, in order to please Ewan, and was not prepared to willingly give his ass to his friend. His anal muscles instinctively clenched, giving a clear signal to Ewan not to proceed any further. The message apparently was clear enough, because Ewan withdrew his finger; Shay was about to go back sucking Ewan’s dick when he heard Ewan breathing more heavily, and suddenly the wet finger pierced without any regard Shay’s ass, invading his intimacy with greedy determination.
“NO!” – Shay screamed, moving his ass away to evade the rough penetration, and jumped off the bed, looking at Ewan with wide eyes. He gasped hard, barely recognizing his kind, friendly mentor behind the mask of pure, beastly lust that darkened his handsome features.
“No?” – Ewan growled, slowly getting off the bed and standing menacingly in front of Shay – “I’ve waited for so long to taste your perfect bubble butt… Come on, boy… Give me what I long for…”
“I don’t want to give you!” – Shay replied with a voice broken by the tension – “I don’t want to be fucked, I don’t do that! You know I’m not… I’m not like that!!”
“Ha! Don’t play the virgin with me, boy!” – Ewan said aloud, moving toward Shay with unequivocal intentions – “Uncle Orren has banged you good and hard, and moments later you opened your legs again for Gaynor [1]! And then for Uncle Roderick! [2]”
“It doesn’t mean I like to be fucked!” – Shay replied, walking backwards to keep a safe distance from Ewan – “I don’t want to be fucked by you!”
Ewan suddenly pounced on Shay and pinned him face to the wall, pushing hard his hand on Shay’s neck; then pressed his entire body on Shay’s back and growled into his ear: “It’s a little too late to change your mind, boy! You turned me on, and now you will give me satisfaction!”
“Ewan, no…!” – Shay whined, helpless, when he felt Ewan’s cock head pressing against his tight anal ring – “Please, Ewan, I’m begging you, stop!”
Ewan pressed harder his cock on Shay’s clenched hole, trying to break in: “You promised you would’ve helped me keeping my inner beast sated, didn’t you? Well, boy, it’s time to keep your promise!”
Shay couldn’t restrain a desperate sob and said with broken voice: “And you promised you would never hurt me… I trusted you, Ewan! You promised! Don’t do it… Please, don’t…”
The desperate plea broke into Ewan’s heart and made him freeze. Shay felt Ewan struggling and trembling, while his breath became coarse, until, with a beastly roar, Ewan stepped back, making an inhuman effort to repress his irrepressible lust.
“I’m so sorry, Shay… AAAAHHRR!!! Go! Run away from me!”
Shay turned around and his heart went out to Ewan, seeing in how a miserable state he was: “Maybe I can help you… I could…”
“GO AWAY!!!” – Ewan screamed, using up his last bits of Temperance to keep himself from assaulting Shay again – “RUN! And lock the door, or I may hurt someone!!”
Shay fled away at lighting speed, closed the door behind him and, as requested, locked it. The sudden sound of Ewan’s fists hitting hard the door and his beastly roar scared him shitless, and he ran away, in search for help.
~ Unexpected turn of events ~
Inside the room, Ewan started pacing the floor like a caged lion, sporting a huge erection that demanded attention; Ewan’s overexcited mind could think to just one thing: find a man hole, no matter whose hole it was, and fuck it senselessly, savagely! The deep shame he felt for having assaulted Shay was overshadowed by the inextinguishable fire burning into his loins. “AAAHRR!!!” – Ewan screamed again, banging his fists on the locked door, out of pure frustration. For a fleeting moment he thought to masturbate, but he kept his hands away from his demanding cock: not for his vow of Renunciation, that in that moment meant less than nothing for him, but for the certainty that a weak self-induced orgasm would’ve only made things worse.
After a short while, suddenly the key turned into the lock and the door broke open. Gaynor appeared into the doorway, filling it with his massive body. “Come with me!” – Gaynor ordered, and grabbed Ewan by his arm, dragging him out to the corridor. A few doors down the corridor there was Gaynor’s room: he opened the door and quickly pushed Ewan in.
When inside, Ewan gasped for the surprise. In the middle of the room there was a heavy desk, and Uncle Orren was lying on it, stark naked. He was restrained in an elaborate way, with his arms stretched at the sides and his legs bent at the hips. Orren’s ass was in full display, offered in the most enticing and vulnerable way: restrained as he was, the man was unable to protect himself in any way.
“What… What does it mean?” – Ewan asked with coarse voice, forcefully restraining himself from jumping over the bound man and fuck his hairy ass like there was no tomorrow.
“You need a hole to quench your lust: I’m offering you a hole. I’ve already prepared him, no need to fiddle around: shove your cock inside him and fuck the crap out of him!”
In another situation, Ewan would’ve faltered, but his mind was too clouded by his lust to think straight. Without a word, he positioned himself behind Orren’s helplessly splayed ass and plunged his thick cock all the way into the man’s depths; and when he felt some resistance, he just pushed harder, until he was balls deep into the tight hairy ass.
Orren bucked hard and pulled desperately on the ropes, but couldn’t escape the cruel impalement. He opened his mouth to scream for the searing pain, but Gaynor muffled him pressing his big hand over his mouth: Gaynor knew well that Orren was going to scream out of his lungs, because, as a matter of fact, the only ‘preparation’ he’d provided to Orren’s ass was just a little lubricant smeared on the puckered outer skin. Sure enough, Gaynor thought with an evil grin, the forceful penetration made Orren feel torn apart… just like Orren himself made Gaynor feel fifteen years earlier, when he brutally split his virgin hole!
Ewan was totally oblivious to both the deep pain he was causing to Orren and the evil smirk appeared on Gaynor’s face. All that mattered for him was the sublime friction of the tight ass against his enflamed cock. His hips slammed vigorously on Orren’s buttocks, while his rock-hard rod drilled the man’s tender linings with beastly fury. Unable to restrain himself any more, Ewan gave to the Lost Uncle a mighty fuck, careless and merciless, roaring and howling for the fire enflaming his groin.
Gaynor, still pressing his hand over Orren’s mouth, looked down at him, and spotted an unspoken desire, an ardent plea; Gaynor shook his head and murmured: “No man, I won’t make you cum, just like you didn’t make me cum, fifteen years ago! How do you feel, being split apart and having your ass ravaged mercilessly? This is how I felt back then!”
Ewan realized that something was wrong: Orren immobilized and unable to escape, Gaynor pressing his hand on the man’s mouth to stop him from talking or pleading… “Oh shit… No… Fuck NO!!” – Ewan yelled, realizing that he was raping Orren without any mercy, but no matter how loud his mind was screaming in horror, his groin screamed louder for the irrepressible need to cum.
With a few last wreaking thrusts, Ewan stiffened and arched his back, feeling a massive orgasm breaking havoc on him: “FUUUUCCKK!!! AAARRGH!!”, he screamed, feeling his prostate pump gallons of man juice through his big cock deep into Orren’s ravaged hole. Shot after shot, Ewan felt the unbearable sexual tension loosen its grip on his body and his mind, until he felt again himself. The beast, finally sated, had gone away.
In the sudden silence that ensued, a tearful voice echoed in the room: “W… What have you done, Ewan?? Gaynor, you too…”
The three man turned to the door, and there was Shay, with his face streaked with tears. A glance had been enough for him to understand what was going on: Orren restrained on the table, Ewan raping him furiously, Gaynor pressing his hand on Orren’s mouth…
Ewan stepped back, feeling the enormity of what he’d done crushing him; he felt his cock plop out of Orren’s destroyed hole and with a too late modesty he covered it with his hands, trying to hide his shame along with his guilty manhood.
“How could you two do this?” – Shay whined – “He may have been an evil man, but he’s a man!! No man deserves the pain and the degradation you’ve inflicted him!!”
~ The naked truth ~
Gaynor stood up: “Shay, it’s not like it seems…”
“The fuck is not!” – Shay replied, almost hysterical – “Don’t you dare to touch me or even talk to me anymore! You too, Ewan! I’m sorry, but this is something I can’t forgive you for…”
“There’s nothing to forgive!” – Orren’s voice boomed in the room. He pulled on a cord and the knots restraining his arms suddenly loosened, and with equal ease he quickly untied his legs. Ewan looked at Orren with surprise, realizing that Gaynor had tied him with safe knots that could be undone very easily. Orren climbed down the desk with a smirk of pain: the knots were fake, but the beastly fuck was not.
“No one raped anyone here” – Orren said with an authoritative tone – “as it was all consensual. I myself asked Gaynor to set up this scene. When you went to Gaynor, asking for help for Ewan, I overheard your words and I hatched this plan to help him, and to help Gaynor and myself at the same time.”
“What you mean? I don’t understand…” – Shay asked, doubtful, and Orren explained: “Ewan has urges that I know well, as the same overwhelming urges enflame my own body and obscure my mind. He needed an ass to fuck hard, a nameless hole to ravage and split mercilessly, and I willingly offered myself. As for Gaynor, he still doesn’t believe to my recent effort to go back to the Holy Fountain: by submitting to this hard trial I proved him that I’m sincere, and I’d do whatever it takes to be accepted again into the Cousinhood.”
“Sincerity for sincerity” – Gaynor interjected – “I was sure you would’ve set yourself free and fled away just looking at how horny Ewan was. But fair is fair, Orren: you proved to me how strong is your determination to mend your ways, and I think it’s about time you take again your place into the Cousinhood.”
“Oh… Alright…” – Shay murmured, understanding that, after all, things were way different than they looked at a first glance – “But what about you, Uncle Orren? What you mean you wanted to help yourself, too?”
“I needed to feel the same pain, the same vile humiliation I forced you and Gaynor to endure; I needed to feel the debasement of not being regarded as a man, but just a hole, tender flesh for a lustful beast to feast on. That’s how I treated you and Gaynor, and the shame still stings sharp in my conscience. The Holy Fountain may be forgiving, but I’m not: I needed to expiate my sin, no matter how painful it could be. Now I feel cleansed, I can look again at myself without feeling shame.”
“And there’s more…” – Orren added, turning to Ewan – “Believe it or not, while being pounded by your vigorous member with the powerful ardor of your twenties, I had an epiphany: you and I, Ewan, share the same fate, we both have a beast hunting our loins, putting us at risk of hurting an innocent. So far I’ve been helped by some fellow monks, and Shay, here, was so lovely to try helping you; but we can’t rely on them, we shouldn’t ask them to bear the burden we have on our own shoulders: we should be each other’s lifeline, the hole for each other’s beast to feast on. What do you say, Ewan? It may be painful sometimes, but neither of us is innocent, my boy, we both have this dark stain on our soul, and it’s more than fair that we get as much as we give…”
All eyes turned to Ewan, who seemed speechless. Orren’s words made sense, but the monk’s past and his being a Lost Uncle still made Ewan feel uncomfortable dealing with him. With a sudden stinging shame Ewan remembered that he’d just raped Orren with mindless ferocity: though it turned to be just a scene made up by Orren himself, who wasn’t really restrained, Ewan didn’t know, and viciously forced himself on the seemingly helpless man!
Ewan stood tall, with a determined chin, put out his and said: “Deal. Whenever you fall prey of your inner beast, I’ll be there to tame it; and you’ll do the same for me.”
Orren and Ewan shook hands, glancing at each other with sincerity. Ewan then lowered his eyes and noticed that Orren, who had been denied by Gaynor the chance to cum, was still hard and drooling; so, he let go of Orren’s hand and knelt in front of him: “Will you bestow on me the blessing of your seed, Uncle Orren?”
Orren’s face was lit by a tender smile, and his hand curled around his own shaft, but he suddenly remembered that he was not a Lost Uncle any more, he was now a Lost Novice, bound again to the vow of Renunciation, and he was forbidden to masturbate. Uncertain, he linked his hands behind his head and murmured: “I… I can’t do it myself…”
Gaynor moved to Orren’s back and threw his big arms around him, reaching to his throbbing cock: “I held you while you were bucking for the pain, now let me feel your body squirm with pleasure…”
After the merciless battering of his prostate, it took Orren no more than a few strokes to climb to the acme of his pleasure. He moaned softly, tilting his head back into Gaynor massive chest and murmured: “I bless you with the essence of my Fountain, Ewan, like you did to me earlier… Here it comes… Mmmmhhh… OOOOHH!!”
Long volleys of thick man cream landed on Ewan’s face and into his eager mouth, under the smiling eyes of Shay, who couldn’t feel happier, for how the seemingly terrible situation had turned out for the better. And besides – Shay thought with a bit of selfishness – the new agreement between Orren and Ewan meant that he was relieved from his promise to perform… unnatural acts of man-sex to relieve Ewan’s tension! Shay smiled at the thought, but soon his smile faded: was he really that happy, now that he was not bound to make love to Ewan anymore? Shay wasn’t that sure about that…
-~~~≈≈≈ooOoo≈≈≈~~~-
In the next chapter: For his 18th birthday, Shay will see again his father and will receive the most unexpected gift ever. And while the ‘gift’ won’t have the hoped effect, it will be life-changing for Shay, nonetheless.
Footnotes and references:
[1] Gaynor met Shay moments after the boy had been raped by Uncle Orren; with a daring move, Gaynor made sweet love to the hurting Shay, to let him reconnect to his sexuality before the trauma could cause permanent psychological damage. See Ch. 7.
[2] As customary in the Asylum, Uncle Roderick should’ve been the one to take Shay’s virginity, but the boy had been already forcefully deflowered by Orren; nevertheless, Shay naively offered himself to Roderick, hoping that there was “some more virginity” in him for the Uncle to take. See Ch. 11.