The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 18: BLACK TEMPTATION ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Shay, a shy 18-y.o. novice who recently acknowledged his preference for man-sex, meets his father Master Conroy and has with him a tense, definitive confrontation. And then he has a close encounter with Flann, a black-skinned Older Cousin whose 12-inch manhood makes Shay’s desires flare.

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~ Secrets and revelations ~

Devin’s intense and enticing trial, with the sublime teasing and the ending hands-free orgasm  [1], had put a fire in all the monks’ loins, including Shay and Ewan, who were both sporting stiff erections under their habits. They weren’t embarrassed, because in the ample Chapter House, where the Trial had just been held, all the monks were just as much excited and horny.

Ewan was about to propose to Shay to rush to their room and have some fun, when Uncle Orren came closer and hesitantly put a hand on Ewan’s shoulder. “Ewan…” – he said in a tense tone – “Do you remember what we promised to each other few days ago, when you… ehm… fucked me with unusually great ardor?”

Ewan blushed and lowered his eyes, remembering the forceful fuck he gave to Orren, while being prey of an irrepressible rush of lust [2]: “I raped you, no need to sugarcoat it. But thanks for calling it that way… Of course I remember. We promised to help each other whenever our… inner beast would’ve become too demanding.”

“I badly need you, Ewan” – Orren replied, nodding – “But I don’t want to hurt you. Devin’s trial… awoke a fire that it’s consuming me. I’m still able to restrain it, but not for long, and I fear that if I’m alone with you, I… I could…”

“Don’t say another word, Uncle Orren. Come with me!” – Ewan said resolutely – “I’m not afraid. We’re bound, in good and bad, as we share the same doom, the same inextinguishable fire. I’m here for you, if you’re here for me.”

With a quick farewell nod, Ewan disappeared with Orren in the maze of hallways and Shay was left alone in the Chapter Hall that was quickly getting empty. He was unsure what to do, but he had no time to think about it, because Uncle Roderick came to him and said: “I’ve been informed that your father is waiting for us in my study. Let’s go meet him.”

Shay groaned inwardly, because he didn’t want to meet again his father, not after his experience with Rosie, his ‘birthday gift’, that turned out to be very different than his father (and he himself) expected [3].

“My dear Shay!” – Master Conroy exclaimed with apparent happiness when he saw his son coming in – “Uncle Roderick, it’s a pleasure to meet you again. Well, Shay, how’s going? Have you enjoyed my… birthday gift?”

Shay glanced coldly at his father and replied: “Do you want me to play a part to the benefit of Uncle Roderick? Or do you want the truth?”

Master Conroy shot an embarrassed glance at Uncle Roderick, sitting at his desk, knowing well that his relationship with Shay wasn’t as affectionate as he was trying to make it look. “I… I want the truth, Shay. Didn’t you like making love to Rosie?”

“No.” – was Shay’s concise reply. But then, seeing his father frowning for the surprise, he added: “During the last months I’ve changed a lot, the monks taught me many things, they helped me look into myself; and when I laid that girl, suddenly all it was clear for me. I’m not… particularly fond of womanly love.”

Though Shay didn’t explicitly mention his newly discovered appreciation for male bodies and man-sex, Master Conroy wasn’t so naïve to overlook the hint, and burst in rage: “What? WHAT?? So, the rumors I heard about the monks living here indulging in… unnatural sexual acts were true! What have they done to you, son? Tell me what they’ve taught to you!!”

Master Conroy moved menacingly toward Shay, clearly determined to make him confess in front of Uncle Roderick that the monks of the Asylum had somehow debauched him. Uncle Roderick rose from his chair, tense, and looked in alarm at Shay, who shot back at him a fierce, confident glance. Shay looked straight at his father and hissed: “The secrets of the Holy Fountain cannot be revealed to those who don’t follow its path. But one thing I can tell you: here, the monks have taught me to think with my own brain, to be my own man! Rosie was your dream, your way of living your life, not mine! I’m not a younger version of you, father, I’m a man! A man who… who likes men!”

Conroy seemed on the verge of exploding for the shock and the rage, and grabbed Shay by his wrist: “You’re coming back home with me! This… unholy and perverted place is ruining you!”

Shay painfully wriggled from his father’s grip and yelled with restrained anger: “The Asylum is anything but an unholy and perverted place, and it’s my home! And I’m not being ‘ruined’: here I was born anew! Besides, you didn’t seem so eager to keep me at home when, months ago, you abandoned me here! I pleaded you, back then, not to do it, but you had your own life to live, with your new wife, right? You mourned my mother’s death for how long, two months? And then you got a new wife and suddenly there was no more place for me into your house and your life! How could you do that, father? How could you get rid of me like a useless burden and leave me in a place that – as you confessed moments ago – you’d heard terrible rumors about?”

The last words hit the target, and Conroy faltered, getting pale. Shay wasn’t a tall guy, but he looked like a giant when he stood tall and said with glacial voice: “You’re not welcome anymore here, father. Go live your life, and let me live mine. Farewell forever.”

For many long moments no one moved in the silent room, and then Master Conroy turned around and went away without a word. When the door closed behind him, Uncle Roderick went to Shay and hugged him tight, in order to comfort him after such a painful confrontation; but when they parted, Roderick looked at Shay’s face and saw him smiling. “Thank you, Uncle Roderick. Your silent support was invaluable. Don’t worry for me, I’m fine, more than fine! I feel like a heavy burden has been lifted from my shoulders. I can now live my life the way I like, and it will be my own life, I will be my own man, like you taught… like you urged me to be.”

“You already are.” – Uncle Roderick said, still surprised by the inner strength and determination Shay had shown, along with the wisdom he had not to reveal to his father the secret ways of the Holy Fountain: a narrow-minded ignorant man like Master Conroy could’ve never understood the flow of love, acceptance and self-discovery that was the true meaning of the Holy Fountain.

An amused grin appeared on Roderick’s face when he added: “I dearly hope to never be on the receiving end of your righteous wrath! I’m proud of you, my dear Nephew. Now go, and don’t forget what I told you this morning: I hope that you will soon undergo your Trial of Renunciation and become a Young Cousin. You’re definitely ready to proceed along the path to the Holy Fountain.”

“Do you really think so?” – Shay asked, doubtful – “I don’t feel ready to take such a step…”

Uncle Roderick smiled tenderly, took Shay in his strong arms and gave him a long, passionate kiss, that was soon reciprocated by the boy with abandon. When they parted, the stiff pole peeking under Shay’s short habit couldn’t be mistaken and Roderick giggled: “You see? You’re more than ready…”

 

~ Black temptation ~

Shay went away, feeling like he was walking on the clouds. He didn’t want to go back to his own room, in case Ewan and Roderick were still… feeding each other’s inner beast: sure enough, he didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire! So, he headed to the Springs to relax, after the tense argument with his father.

The underground hall seemed deserted. Apparently, after Devin’s exciting trial, all the monks felt the urge to retire to their cells, to meditate… or to release the pent-up tension with an equally aroused partner. Shay got naked, lay in the warm water of the hot pool and closed his eyes.

A sudden sound of pouring water caught his attention; he opened his eyes and saw a solitary monk taking a shower, not far from him. Shay immediately recognized Flann, from his dark skin and for the sizeable manhood dangling between his legs. Flann was apparently unaware of Shay’s presence, and while washing himself he caressed with growing desire his torso, his groin and his stiffening cock. At the Springs, all the monks were relieved from their vows, and even masturbating was permitted, so Shay wasn’t particularly shocked; he was rather excited for the enticing show.

Under normal circumstances, Shay would’ve done his best not to disturb the older monk, but his recent argument with his father, along with his liberating coming out, made him feel confident, alive… and longing for a man’s touch. It had been hard for him to accept his own preference for males, and then to reveal it to his father; and now he felt exhilarated, invincible and determined to explore his newly awaken sexuality.

Shay quietly moved to the other side of the pool, until he was very close to the shower area; and then he stared shamelessly at the handsome Flann, who in the meantime was fully hard and sported the astonishing erection that Shay remembered so well  [4]. It didn’t take long for Flann to discover he had an audience, and shot at Shay a seductive smile: “Do you see something you like?”

“Definitely” – Shay replied with a boldness bordering to impudence – “I may help you ease your… tension”.

Flann turned off the tap and walked to Shay; for a moment he towered over him, offering to the boy a close view of his massive hard cock, and then he climbed down into the pool: “Are you willing to… lend a hand, boy?”

Shay’s hand, underwater, reached to Flann’s stiff member and held it in a tight grip; he started stroking the long shaft and said with an enticing grin: “Why just a hand? With a man like you, hands are not enough, I guess, right?”

“I didn’t figure you were so proactive… I was actually convinced you were quite reserved and shy.”

“I was, but not anymore” – Shay replied. He was not playing a part, he really felt different and more uninhibited, after coming out to his father. “I’m not ashamed anymore to admit that I love men… and I love cock. I’m just a Novice, I need an Older Cousin to guide me, fill me and bless me with his seed!”

Flann shifted a bit toward the pool border, until his rock-hard cock was almost entirely out of the water: “Aren’t you disturbed by me being black?”

“As Torrance recently said to you” – Shay replied bending his head over the black meat – “that’s the best part of you…”

Shay closed his lips around the black shaft and started sucking it with tenderness, almost with reverence. He’d seen several big cocks in the Asylum, so far, but Flann’s was one of its kind, long, stiff and black as it was. Flann let out a low moan and Shay felt a thrill down his spine, happy to be able to give such a pleasure to an Older Cousin, an experienced man in his prime who sure enough had put in good used his gifted manhood countless times, so far.

In his effort to please Flann at most, Shay bobbed his head in earnest over the rigid pole, trying to ignore the gag reflex that kicked in every time the bloated glans poked his throat. Flann gently caressed Shay’s hair and said in a warm voice: “Don’t overdo it. This is not a race and you don’t have to prove anything to me.”

Shay loved the tenderness in Flann’s words, but he felt a bit pissed off at the same time, as Flann was clearly looking at him as an inexperienced boy who knew nothing about sex. Which was actually the truth, but Shay didn’t like it to be so obvious! So he decided to turn the heat up a notch; with a rascal grin, Shay recoiled, looked at Flann’s rock-hard cock coated with spit, and said in a lascivious tone: “I think you’re ready for the main course…”

The boy lay on his back, in the shallow water, and raised his legs, offering his hairless puckered hole to the black stud; Flann took his place over him, pointed his cock to Shay’s nether portal and suddenly faltered: “Wait… Are you sure you’re ready? This is not a cock for virgin boys, you know…”

Shay felt again treated like a baby and didn’t like it, so he glanced back at Flann with confidence and said: “Don’t worry, I’ve been fucked many times, and I’ve been fucked hard. Give me that beautiful big cock of yours, I’m ready!”

Truth to be told, what Shay had just said was a heap of bullshit, but Shay was sincere nevertheless: in his limited experience, he was really convinced that Orren’s rape counted as a ‘hard fuck’, and the few other fucks he got after that painful first time were more then enough to prepare him for anything… including Flann’s twelve-incher. So, he didn’t flinch when Flann pressed his mushroom head on his tight hole, and he even urged the black monk with a nod of his head.

“AAGGHH! SHIT!!!” – Shay screamed out of his lung when the thick cock head forced open his sphincter; overwhelmed by the unexpected stinging pain, Shay instinctively threw his arms around Flann’s neck and held tight to him, trembling and whining: “Fuck! Fuuuuck…!”

Flann froze, immediately realizing that Shay had lied on his actual experience in matters of sex, and felt guilty for having hurt him. “Shh… Shh… It’s over…” – he murmured into Shay’s ear with fatherly tenderness – “I’m pulling out… Breath… Take a deep breath…”

He recoiled and looked down at Shay, shooting at him a reproachful glance: “Why did you do that? You should’ve told me you were not experienced enough to take my cock. We’d better forget it and get dressed.”

“I’m sorry…” – Shay said in a low voice, realizing with shame how naïve and reckless he’d been – “I didn’t mean to trick you, Flann, believe me! I thought I was ready…”

“And I’m sorry I hurt you…” – Flann replied, contrite – “I should’ve been more careful. Taking a big cock such as mine is not something everyone can do.”

Shay looked intensely at Flann and said under his breath: “But… can you teach me? Please...! You’re an Older Cousin, and I’m here to learn…”

Flann faltered, pondered Shay’s request and then lowered his gaze to his own throbbing manhood and exhaled loudly: “Come to my room. We need proper lubrication and a comfortable bed.”

 

~ Exhilarating pain ~

“Lay down on your back and raise your legs” – Flann said when they were in his room; he opened a drawer and took a jar of a clear viscous fluid, and then climbed on the bed. He scooped a big glob of the slimy gel and smeared it all around Shay’s hole; his fingers gently intruded into the tight sphincter and thoroughly greased the inner walls of Shay’s chute. The boy stood motionless, holding his own legs with his hands, feeling Flann’s expert fingers exploring his insides and occasionally brush on his sensitive prostate. Flann took his time massaging, greasing and loosening Shay’s hole, until he reckoned the boy was ready.

“This time I’ll go easy on you” – Flann said in a comforting tone – “and I’ve carefully prepared you, so you hopefully won’t feel any pain. Ready?”

“I… guess” – Shay replied, now fully aware that offering his ass to a man wasn’t something to do too lightly, especially if the man was exceptionally gifted like Flann.

Flann gently pushed his cock on the slick boy-hole, that effortlessly opened up and let the big intruder pass the sphincter. “I’m in” – Flann said with a comforting smile, seeing that Shay was tense – “and now I’m going to push a little further. Is it alright with you?”

Shay just nodded, as he felt a lump in his throat for the tension; he saw Flann smiling and felt his cock slowly invade his hole, carefully, tenderly, without rushing. It wasn’t a fuck, it was a gentle, caring exploration of Shay’s sensitive depths; inch by inch the long cock crawled its way into the slick chute. When a little more than a half of the black meat had disappeared into Shay’s hole, Flann stopped and pulled back, and then back in, always with slow movements, in and out, in and out.

Shay looked up at Flann, saw his concentrated expression and felt bad for him: “Fuck me, Flann” – he said with a pleading tone – “I can’t see you restraining yourself this way. A man like you should never be forced to repress his instincts like this. Fuck me, give it to me!”

Flann smiled with affection: “We’re not just ‘men’, we’re monks who follow the path of the Holy Fountain. I’m used to restrain myself and exert my Temperance: it can’t be any other way when you have such a dangerous weapon between your legs. You’re not ready to take all of me…”

With a gentle thrust, Flann pushed his cock as far as he could, and halted when he felt something, deep into Shay’s chute, preventing his cock from proceeding any further. He applied some more pressure and Shay let out a groan of discomfort. “Do you feel it?” – Flann asked – “That’s what some people call the ‘inner sphincter’. But it’s not a sphincter, it’s not a muscle you can relax to let me fuck you deeper. It’s just a natural bend in your chute. My cock is too stiff to follow that bend, I can’t push any further.”

“But… But…” – Shay said haltingly, trying to put together the scattered fragments of information about anal sex he learned in his young life – “But I heard that a long cock can pass the inner sphincter!”

“Yes, it can be done, but it’s painful. If I push harder I would forcefully straighten your inner bend, rearranging your bowels; it’s not dangerous, but it hurts. A lot.”

“Please do it.” – Shay said in one breath – “Do it, Flann. Pain doesn’t scare me. This is not a reckless request: the Heavens know I’ve got my share of pain, I know what I’m talking about.”

Flann stood still and silent for a long moment and then, without a word, he applied more pressure with his hips. Shay’s features twitched for a moment, contracting in a smirk of discomfort, but his confidence didn’t waver: “Go on.”

Shay felt a growing pressure on that spot deep inside him, the ‘inner sphincter’, and soon the discomfort escalated to a dull pain, but his eyes were still confidently locked to Flann’s. Another determined push and Shay felt a sharp pang of pain coming from somewhere inside him. He drew a rugged, chocked breath and again he held tight to Flann with his arms and legs, fighting the urge to scream for the pain. For a few moments he almost forgot to breathe, and then slowly the pain subsided and he relaxed.

“You alright?” – Flann asked with a concerned tone, and a shy smile appeared on Shay’s face: “Yes. I’m alright. I feel like… like I gave you my virginity…”

“In a way, you’ve done it. The pain you’ve just felt, you feel it only the first time. Now your ‘inner sphincter’ has been opened, once and for all.”

“Then fuck me, at long last, Flann! Stop restraining yourself and listen to the urges of your body! Ah! Yes! YESSS!!!!”

Flann’s long cock set again in motion, and this time it was not as cautious and delicate as before, now it moved in and out of Shay’s canal with authoritarian determination, taking possession at each thrusts of Shay’s tender flesh. Much to Shay’s exhilaration, now all twelve inches of Flann’s wondrous cock rhythmically disappeared into his ass to the last inch, and every powerful slam of Flann’s hips on Shay’s buttocks felt like a victory to the excited boy.

Shay started moaning, feeling the stiff meat reach places inside him never reached by anyone. His heart filled with irrepressible joy looking at Flann’s face, now lit up by a sheer pleasure; and his joy was even greater, feeling Flann’s powerful hips rocking freely back and forth, finally liberated from the harsh control that Flann always had to exert when fucking someone, lest his massive cock hurt his partner.

Sure enough, Flann’s huge rod brushing over and over on Shay’s prostate was giving the boy a great pleasure; but what really was bringing him to the peak of his sexual tension was seeing the pleasure painted on Flann’s face, the desire making Flann’s muscle twitch and stiffen, the sexual satisfaction Flann was feeling, while fucking Shay with abandon.

“You’re so beautiful…” – Shay said in a strained voice, feeling about to explode – “You’re so powerful, so sexy, so… man! Fill me with your essence! Plant your seed deep inside me! Aww… Fuck me! Fuck me! FUUUUCK!!!”

A geyser of boyish juice erupted from Shay’s cock, and every powerful thrust in his ass forced out another shot that flew up in the air and fell down on his torso. Flann’s fuck was now frantic and suddenly he stiffened and let out a low chocked growl; with one last, wreaking thrust, he pushed his cock deeper than ever into Shay and flooded his insides with gallons of man juice.

When, later on, they could catch their breath, Shay looked at Flann with grateful eyes: “Thank you, Flann. I can’t thank you enough. You helped me become a better man, today. And you taught me a lot, about my body and man-sex.”

“I was not sure at first” – Flann replied, with an uncertain smile – “as you’re so young, you have so many things to learn…”

“But one thing I already learned. One thing about myself. Feeling your manhood inside me was wonderful, but what made me explode was looking at you, lost in the pleasure my ass was giving to you. I think I’ve found my way, my path to the Holy Fountain: giving pleasure to men. Looking at you lost in the climax of your pleasure, feel your body trembling against mine and knowing that I was able to give you such a bliss was the most erotic feeling I’ve ever experienced. I want to do it again, I want to give pleasure to men.”

Flann giggled, winked at Shay and replied: “Yeah, yeah… But if in the process you cum like there’s no tomorrow, it doesn’t hurt, right? Ha ha ha!!”

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In the next chapter: Shay gets jealous when he spots Ewan making love to Glen, a boyish-looking Young Cousin. Shay seeks for support and guidance from the gigantic and fatherly Gaynor, who will give to Shay advice and… something else.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] In the last chapter, Devin underwent a very hot Trial of Temperance in order to prove his worth and gain the status of Uncle; and while he was successful in restraining his own sexual tension, the other monks felt deeply aroused by the enticing show.
[2] Ewan, just like Orren, falls sometimes prey of an overwhelming, uncontrollable lust that urges him to fuck someone senselessly. In order to help him, Orren submitted himself, in tight bondage, to Ewan’s wild, beastly fuck. See Ch. 15.
[3] On his 18th birthday, Shay’s father arranged a sexual rendezvous between Shay and a girl named Rosie, in order to let the boy turn into a man. But the experience actually made Shay realize how much more rewarding and satisfying was for him man-sex, compared to making love to a girl. See Ch. 16.
[4] Shay had already seen Flann’s wondrous cock at full mast, the day the Lost Cousin Torrance asked to be accepted again into the Cousinhood, and Flann gave him a punishing fuck that quickly turned into an exquisite love-making. See Ch.13.