The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 17: HARD TRIALS ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Ewan (a hairy young monk in his 20s) explains to Shay (a shy 18-y.o. novice who recently acknowledged his preference for men) what's the meaning of the Trials; and then they admire Devin (a dominant Older Cousin in his late 30s with a magnetic sex-appeal) proudly undergoing the hardest Trial of the Asylum.

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~ A major event ~

The next morning, at breakfast, the entire Cousinhood gathered around the large dining table, but Shay noticed an empty chair, and started looking around, trying to understand who was the missing monk. Uncle Orren was there, sitting next to the other Lost Cousins, Torrance and Drake; and Shay noticed that Orren and Torrance, who were trying to go back to a righteous life and accepted to be ‘demoted’ to Lost Novices, didn’t exchange a single word or even a glance with Drake.

Also sitting around the table there were the other Cousins Shay already knew: the gigantic Gaynor, the Viking-looking Keenan, the polite Blain, the flexible (and quite slutty) Quinn, and of course his own mentor, roommate and tender lover Ewan. There were also a couple monks Shay had seen around, but never spoke to: the black-skinned Older Cousin Flann, whose twelve-inch cock was still clearly etched in Shay’s memory [1], and Glen, a Young Cousin in his mid-20’s, who still had the features of an extremely beautiful young boy, with his clean hairless cheeks and his big blue eyes.

“Devin!” – Shay murmured into Ewan’s ear – “Devin is missing! Where can he be?”

Ewan was about to reply, but shut his mouth seeing Uncle Roderick standing up and drawing the attention of all the monks.

“My dear Nephews” – the Uncle said with a solemn tone – “this is an important day for our Asylum, as today we may have another Uncle joining me in watching over the Cousinhood. As you may have noticed, Devin is missing; in this very moment, he’s in the Chapter House, meditating and concentrating on the task ahead of him: the ultimate Trial of Temperance that will let him prove his worth and gain the same White Robe that I have the honor to wear.”

Excited murmurs were heard around the table, and Uncle Roderick raised a hand: “Most of you know that this is the hardest trial of our path to the Holy Fountain; few Older Cousins are confident enough to undergo such a trial, and many who tried, failed. Cousin Devin will need all our support, and may the Holy Fountain let him be strong in his Temperance to pass the Trial with flying colors. All Cousins and Novices please gather in the Chapter House in one hour: Devin and I will be there waiting for you.”

Shay and Ewan quickly finished their breakfast and ran excited to their room. There were so many things that Shay wanted to ask to his mentor! “Ewan…” – he asked cautiously – “can you tell me about the Trials that are held here at the Asylum? Will I be requested to undergo some of them, too?”

Ewan sat on his bed and pulled Shay down, next to him. “The only Trial you are compelled to undergo is the one that let you become a Novice [2]: without passing that Trial, no one can join the Asylum. But after that, it’s up to the Novice, or Cousin, to decide to undergo a Trial, when and if he feels confident enough.”

“The Trials must be somewhat connected to the vows we take, I guess…” – Shay asked, and Ewan nodded: “Mostly. For example, you passed your first Trial to become a Novice and take vow of Submission. Later on, if you feel strong in your Renunciation, you can undergo a Trial to become a Young Cousin and take the vow of Renunciation, like me. And then, with another Trial, we take the vow of Temperance and become Older Cousins.”

“But… What about Devin?” – Shay asked, a bit puzzled – “He’s an Older Cousin already, but he's undergoing a Trial of Temperance again. Why?”

“Because Temperance can be hard to master. If you’re are strong enough in your Temperance, you can become an Older Cousin, but only few men can master that virtue at such an extent to become an Uncle: you must have a complete control over the most powerful urges that Mother Nature instilled in us men. If I know Devin, we’re about to witness something memorable. I wasn’t here when Roderick or Orren became Uncles, but the monks still talk about the incredible control both of them had of their instincts and their sexuality. Especially Orren.”

“Orren? Was he a master in Temperance?”

“You shouldn’t be that surprised” – Ewan said, gravely – “You know how… powerful can be his instincts. His Temperance must be twice as strong as anyone else. I… I will never reach his level of knowledge and self-control, but my urges are sometimes as strong as Orren’s. I’m quite sure I will eventually end up living in the West wing, as a Lost Cousin, because sooner or later I won’t be able to control myself and will hurt someone…”

“This will never happen!” – Shay replied with passion, hugging his friend – “I will help you keeping your… inner beast in check. I know, I already failed my promise once, but now I’m not afraid to… you know… to give myself to you… completely!”

The sudden blush that lit Shay’s cheeks and his shyness were irresistible, and Ewan gave a tender kiss on Shay’s lips, murmuring: “I’m such a lucky lad…”

Then, suddenly, Ewan stood up and took Shay by his hand: “It’s time to go attend Devin’s trial! Quick! Believe me, we want a front-row place…!” 

 

~ Sublime teasing ~

The Chapter House was inundated by the late morning sunlight. Along the back wall there was a low raised stage, and in the middle of the stage there was a padded bench, wide enough to host a sexual intercourse involving two or three monks, and tall enough to let the audience clearly see every little detail of the action.

Ewan and Shay stepped into the ample room without breaking the deep silence, and watched in awe Devin standing on the stage completely naked, facing the audience, with his arms resting along the torso and the head bowed down, in deep meditation. Uncle Roderick was on the stage, too, wearing his white robe. The other three Older Cousins, Gaynor, Keenan and Flann, were lined up against the back wall, naked like Devin, but modestly covering their male attributes.

The silence was suddenly broken by Devin’s confident words: “I’m ready. I’m strong in my Temperance. Whatever my Cousins will do to me, I will keep my ardor restrained and my manhood flaccid, may the Holy Fountain be my witness.”

The three naked Cousins moved from the back wall and got closer to Devin; with cautious hands and fingers they started caressing Devin, brushing their palms on his chest, taking handfuls of his buttocks, tickling with their fingernails the pointy nipples and caressing the muscular thighs. Devin drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly, keeping his eyes shut and letting those many hands roam across his body, searching for his sensitive spots; for several long minutes thirty prying fingers titillated Devin’s body in the most exquisite way, intruded under his balls and explored the groove between his bulging ass cheeks, but couldn’t elicit the faintest reaction from Devin’s cock, that stayed perfectly limp.

The hands were then coupled by the Cousins’ eager mouths, that kissed, licked, sucked and bit every inch of Devin’s body, concentrating on his nipples and navel, his earlobes, his neck and his balls, but carefully avoiding the penis: it would’ve been pointless to force an erection by applying a strong suction on the cock; the Cousins’ task was clearly to make Devin’s Temperance crumble and make him have a spontaneous erection, not a forced one.

Despite the Older Cousins’ efforts, Devin stood motionless and with his eyes tightly shut, successfully fighting the sexual excitement and bravely keeping his member flaccid; his rapid breathing was the only exterior sign of the effort he was putting in exerting his Temperance. The Cousins weren’t really surprised, as they knew well Devin and the great control he could exert on his own body, so they decided to play their first trump card, something that Devin couldn’t expect.

Gaynor climbed on the raised bench and stood there on all fours, pointing his hairless ass to Devin. Flann gently pushed Devin forward, until his limp cock was at an inch from Gaynor’s splayed ass. “Open your eyes, Devin” – Flann said to Devin, sensually pressing his own body on Devin’s back – “Look at the great gift your Cousin is offering you. Do you know how many times Gaynor has been fucked? Two. Just two. He’s almost a virgin. He’s a fierce man, but when it comes to his ass, he’s as tight and inexperienced as a young boy…”

To enforce Flann’s words, Gaynor scooped some scented oil and greased his hairless hole, circling the puckered skin with his finger and looking back at Devin feigning a childish, almost scared expression. Then he slowly inserted a single finger into his own anus and opened his mouth in a silent gasp, as if the finger was almost tearing him apart. Gaynor’s performance was so good and convincing that the entire audience, except Orren, were now sporting throbbing erections under their habits.

“This is the chance of a lifetime, Devin!” – Flann urged the monk, brushing his own half-hard twelve-inch black cock between Devin's ass cheeks – “Fuck him! Let him know how it feels being fucked by a real man such as you! Get hard and pierce that tender, vulnerable hole with your wonderful cock! Make Gaynor scream for the overwhelming pleasure!”

Devin’s breathing paced up and his skin got covered with sweat, while his strong mind forced his manhood down, despite the extremely enticing words whispered by Flann and the irresistible view of Gaynor’s almost virgin ass at an inch from his crotch, waiting to be impaled. Flann was right, that was a once-in-a-lifetime offer, as Gaynor had always guarded his back door like a Cerberus. But Devin was determined to pass the test and gain the white robe, and recalled to his mind the terrible memory of when Orren raped Gaynor, stripping away his virginity with brutality. Just thinking at how painful and humiliating that moment must’ve been for Gaynor helped Devin dispel the sexual tension that was about to make him have a shameful erection.

Devin took a deep breath and looked straight at Gaynor: “I won’t fuck you and I’m not getting hard. I’m strong in my Temperance. But I greatly appreciate your offer: we all know how hard is for you to accept another man inside you. I dearly hope that when this trial is over you will renew your offer. I very much hope so.”

“Well, who knows?” – Gaynor replied seductively, getting off the bench – “But this won’t save you from what we’ve in store for you. Your Temperance is about to crumble to pieces. Please lay on the bench, on your back.”

 

~ A… ace in the hole ~

«They’re going to fuck me» – Devin thought with renewed confidence: keeping his arousal in check would’ve been a walk in the park, as he’d always been a dominant top man, and the very few times he’d been fucked he didn’t like it at all. Well, except when he lost his virginity, as a Novice, but that was a special moment that would never come back…

Devin lay on his back and smiled to the Cousins watching down on him: “I’m yours. My body is yours for you to do whatever you want. But I won’t get hard: I’m stronger than you!”

Again, six manly hands and three expert mouths assaulted Devin’s body, all at once, trying their best to elicit a response in his apparently lifeless manhood; the tender caresses slowly gave way to stronger pinches, and the kisses became cautious bites that didn’t spare any of the most tender and sensitive spots of Devin’s body. The massive Gaynor and the Viking-looking Keenan took hold of Devin’s legs and raised them in the air, parting them to leave Devin’s hole helplessly exposed. Gaynor scooped some oil and thoroughly greased Devin’s ass, cautiously inserting a finger into the clenched hole.

With expert moves, Gaynor worked Devin’s anus until it was loosened and slick enough to accept a second finger; from that moment on, Devin’s prostate was assaulted with tender determination, Gaynor’s fingertips played a frenzied rhumba on the sensitive joy button, while Keenan massaged Devin’s balls and pressed on his perineum, doing his best to force Devin’s cock to rise and swell. But Devin, though drenched in sweat and heaving hard, resisted with stoical determination.

“Enough!” – Uncle Roderick said in a stern voice from aside, and the Cousins stepped away from the bench – “Devin, you’ve proved beyond doubt that your Temperance is strong enough to keep your member limp no matter how delightful your Cousins’ caresses are. Now bend to my command, Devin, and let your manhood rise to a full erection!”

Everyone in the Chapter House looked at Devin, lying on the bench and watched in awe his limp cock suddenly come to life, without being touched, and rise to a full, throbbing erection.

“Now it comes the harder part of the Trial, my Nephew” – Roderick said to Devin – “as you are requested to hold your semen and block your pleasure, no matter how hard the Cousins will try to push you over the edge. Be strong in your Temperance!”

Roderick stepped back and the Cousins took again their place around Devin; now that he was hard, his cock was no more off-limits, and Keenan immediately took it into his mouth, sucking it with consummate skill. Devin hissed for the powerful sensation radiating from his groin, but forced himself to tone down the pleasure he was feeling.

When Devin’s cock was well lubed and dripping with saliva, Keenan climbed on the bench, straddled Devin’s hips and lowered his greedy ass on the throbbing tool, taking it inside him in a single swift move. Devin’s hips had an involuntary twitch, but then immediately froze, falling again under Devin’s strict control.

Keenan flashed a devilish grin and started riding Devin’s cock with rabid moves and powerful thrusts, squeezing it with his expert anal muscles and trying to milk it in the most irresistible way. Devin moaned, deeply concentrated in resisting the exquisite onslaught, and reclined his head over the bench border. He didn’t see it coming: with a sudden move, Flann brought his twelve-inch black weapon to Devin’s open lips and shoved it in, until the engorged glans pressed hard on Devin’s clenched throat.

Devin bucked, momentarily losing his concentration and uttered a chocked scream, muffled by the massive meat filling his mouth. «Holy Fountain, help me!» – he thought, desperately trying to find inside himself enough Temperance to keep a lid on the pleasure about to explode in his groin. And he found it. Breathing hard from his nose, he regained control of his body, and fought with renewed confidence the impending orgasm, subduing it with strong determination.

The Cousins glanced at each other and decided to play their ace in the hole. It was a risky move, to tell the truth, and the Cousins actually hoped not to resort to it, but Devin was showing an unexpectedly strong Temperance, and the Cousins’ task was to do whatever in their power to make Devin fail.

Once again, Gaynor and Keenan grabbed Devin’s legs and raised them in the air, and more oil was applied on and inside Devin’s man hole. Then, much to anyone’s astonishment, Uncle Orren stepped forward from the audience and climbed on the stage. There was an intense exchange of glances between Orren and Devin, as distant sweet memories resurfaced in their minds.

“My dearest” – Orren said looking down to Devin, and his voice exuded a surprising tenderness – “I see from your expression that you still remember the sweet night when I took your virginity. Sure enough, I didn’t forget it. When I was an Uncle and still wore my white robe I helped many Novices taking this important step; but you were special, you gave me something more than your virginity: you were a fierce top man, and you gave me all of yourself, not only your ass. It was one of the sweetest moments in my journey towards the Holy Fountain, and now we’re about to live again that sweet night…”

Orren took away his short black habit, the one he’d been wearing since he submitted again to Roderick’s authority [3], and proudly showed his toned hairy body and his veiny erected cock to Devin, who faintly shook his head, knowing that he was about to face the hardest part of his trial. Devin knew well how masterfully Orren could fuck a lad, he remembered how tenderly Orren took him the first time, giving him almost no pain, but an irresistible pleasure. Devin was afraid to feel less of a man, that distant night, but Orren dispelled his fears and brought him to an irrepressible, mind-numbing orgasm.

And now Orren was about to do that again, and Devin wasn’t sure he’d grown enough in his Temperance to resist to Orren’s sweet, expert love-making.

 

~ The hardest trial of them all ~

The feeling of the stiff, slick cock slide effortlessly inside him made Devin shiver with pleasure, and a low groan escaped his lips. “Good boy…” – Orren murmured with sensual voice, easing his manly tool in and out Devin’s fiery chute – “This is how a man gets joined to another man in the most intimate way. You’ve grown up, my boy, you’re a stud, now. A confident, manly stud who’s strong enough in his virility to give his ass to another man without reserves, without holding back…”

“But I must hold back now…” – Devin replied with chocked voice, trying hard not to drown under the waves of pleasure that Orren’s masterful fuck was making rise inside him – “I must… nnnggghh!!... I must hold back, but you’re too strong, too virile, you touch me in ways… oooohh…!!”

“Resist, my boy.” – Orren comforted Devin – “I won’t go easy on you, I’ll do my best to make you cum, but I know you’re stronger than me. You can do it.”

“I’m not sure I can…!” – Devin moaned, with a streak of desperation in his voice – “You… OOOHH!!... You’re making me feel like that night… You can be so sweet and forceful at the same time that I can’t resist you… Oh, FUCK!!!... That night you made me cum like never before, and you’re still the same sexy, powerful man…”

“But you’re not anymore the young, inexperienced lad you were that night, Devin!” – Orren replied, breathing heavily – “Your Temperance is strong! Nnnngghh…! Sometimes the apprentice surpasses the master, and I feel that your Temperance is stronger than mine…”

Orren felt dangerously close to his climax and paced up his thrusts, trying his best to make Devin cum before him, and watched with a mix of hope and regret Devin squirming and moaning under him, fighting with every fiber of his being the compelling need to cum.

With a last, desperate move, Devin started flexing his ass muscles, so as to milk Orren’s cock and give him the additional stimulation that would’ve thrown him in the abyss; but this last move was about to make his own orgasm explode.

The two men locked eyes, and their fuck became a trial or resistance: both were now sweating profusely and heaving hard, but no one averted his gaze, until, all of the sudden…

“AAAAAGGHH!!!” – Orren’s scream of sweet agony echoed in the Chapter House, while the Lost Uncle inundated Devin’s depths with a torrent of man seed. Devin’s hands gripped on the sides of the bench, in the supreme effort of resisting to the last, wreaking thrusts, and then everything was over.

Orren recoiled and climbed down the bench, shooting a proud glance at the exhausted Devin: “I told you, you’re stronger than me. Your manliness is unrivalled. I’m so proud of you!”

He extended a hand to help Devin on his feet, but Uncle Roderick stepped forward and Orren respectfully gave way to him, picked up his habit and went back to join the audience.

“I’m very proud of you, too!” – Roderick said with a fatherly smile – “Now get ready for the final test. Assume the position and tell me when you’re ready.”

Devin, drenched with sweat as he was, walked with unsteady feet to the very edge of the stage, facing the audience, slightly parted his legs and linked his hands over his head. His cock was throbbing wildly, but he forcefully put a lid on his own pleasure. He closed his eyes and frowned, in deep concentration. And then he inhaled sharply and said calmly: “I’m ready, Uncle.”

Roderick stood tall in a formal stance and said aloud: “Bend to my command, Devin! Cum! Now!”

Devin let out a long chocked moan, and his untouched cock instantly started spurting countless ropes of thick man cream. The Young Cousins, all sporting unmistakable erections under their habits, quickly gathered below the shooting cock, to be blessed by the essence of the Older Cousin who had proved his superior Temperance in such an intense and harsh trial. With squeals of joy and thankful words, they all were bathed by Devin’s copious seed.

When the powerful orgasm trailed off, Devin turned to Uncle Roderick, who rewarded him with a wide smile and offered him a sparkling white, neatly folded robe: “Take this habit and wear it with pride… Uncle Devin!”

A thunderous ovation exploded in the ample hall, and all the monks gathered around Devin, expressing their joy and their admiration for what he’d done. Ewan and Shay, too, congratulated Devin on his astonishing performance, and Devin winked at Shay: “I’m an Uncle now, but I don’t forget what I promised you at the Springs: now that your flower has been picked, I’m going to fuck that little bubble butt of yours, so get ready! [4]”

Shay blushed crimson red, but both Ewan and Devin chuckled, because it was more than obvious that it wasn’t a blush of embarrassment, but rather of excitement. Uncle Roderick came closer and patted Devin’s back with a smile, and then looked straight at Shay: “You’re the next, my boy!”

“The next?” – Shay asked, puzzled – “The next to become an Uncle??”

“The next to undergo a Trial. You’re more than ready to become a Young Cousin, Shay. Don’t make me… don’t make Devin and me wait too long!”

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In the next chapter: Shay will meet again his father and will have with him a tense, definitive confrontation. And then he will explore his newly found preference to man-sex, but he’ll go a bit ahead of himself.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] Shay saw Flann’s wondrous cock when he fucked Torrance in public, the day Uncle Orren and Torrance asked to be accepted again in the Cousinhood. See Ch. 13.
[2] Shay underwent his first, compulsory Trial the day he joined the Asylum. See Ch. 1.
[3] Willing to mend their ways, the Lost Uncle Orren and the Lost Cousin Torrance shortened their habits to match the ones worn by novices, and accepted to become ‘Lost Novices’. See Ch. 13.
[4] When Shay was still virgin and still thought of himself as a straight guy, he saw Devin fuck Ewan in the hot pool of the Springs; the enticing show and the overwhelming manliness radiating from Devin made Shay feel very aroused, and Devin promised ‘You’re the next’. See Ch. 4.