The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 1: SHAY TAKES VOWS ≈

 

~ The Asylum of the Holy Fountain ~

Master Conroy halted his horse in front of the main door of the Asylum of the Holy Fountain and curtly said to his son, sitting in front of him: “We arrived. Dismount.”

“Father…” – the boy replied, with small voice, looking at the austere building – “Must I really live here from now on? I… I don’t think I’m suited for the monastic life…”

“We already talked about this, Shay. You’re seventeen, now, you don’t have a job and I can’t support you anymore. Look, the door is opening! Dismount!”

Both the man and the boy got off the horse and went to the main door, where a man wearing a knee-length blue habit was waiting for them. “Welcome to our Asylum” – the monk said with a smile – “Uncle Roderick is waiting for you.”

They all walked down several corridors and came to a small room where a man wearing an ankle-length white habit was waiting for them. “Master Conroy, it’s a pleasure to meet you again” – the man said warmly – “And this young man must be Shay, right?”

“Yes, s… sir…” – Shay stuttered, hit by the man’s appearance; he appeared to be in his early sixties, judging by the silver streaks in his otherwise black hair and short beard, but he had a squared physique; his wide neck and big hands and wrists hinted a muscular frame, under the long robe.

The boy’s father interjected: “Reverend Uncle Roderick, I heartily thank you for the chance you are granting to my son. I’m sure that under your wise lead he will discover the joy of worshipping the Holy Fountain.”

“It depends on the education he received so far…” – Uncle Roderick replied – “Have you taught about him about the three virtues of Submission, Renunciation and Temperance?”

“Of course I did!” – Master Conroy said proudly – “Shay has learned well how to be submissive and obedient! And I was very, very strict about Renunciation, especially since he entered the puberty: I can assure you that not once he has touched himself, seeking a forbidden solitary pleasure! Nor any other pleasure, I must add, as he’s never… ehm… known any woman. As for the Temperance…” – Conroy added, a bit embarrassed – “…he’s seventeen, he tries hard to control himself, but he still has frequent shameful erections, and lust still governs his loins.”

“Hmm…” – Uncle Roderick mumbled, shooting an intense glance at the boy, as if he was undressing him with his eyes. Shay was a healthy young man, not tall, but well proportioned; Uncle Roderick scanned through the partially open blouse the boy’s lean but chiseled body, and his clean face enlightened by two big, boyish blue eyes, and smiled widely: “I’m sure that this boy will find his way to the Holy Fountain, here at our Asylum. Master Conroy, you can rest assured that your son is in safe hands.”

Master Conroy thanked again, profusely, Uncle Roderick and then took his leave; Uncle Roderick looked again at Shay and smile widely: “Don’t be worried, young man, we’ll take care of you. But first, as a Novice, you must receive your habit and give proof of your Submission.”

 

~ The Cousins ~

Uncle Roderick opened a door and moved with Shay to the adjacent room. Shay gasped, looking around at the wide Chapter house, where about ten monks of different ages, wearing different habits, were waiting for them.

“My dear Nephews” – Uncle Roderick announced aloud – “I present you our new Novice, Shay. Shay, these are your Cousins: you will know their names later, but let me give you now a brief explanation. The four young men on the front are your Young Cousins: they wear a green habit, symbol of Nature; they have already taken the vows of Submission and Renunciation, but are still climbing the hard path to Temperance.”

Shay shyly nodded his head to the four lads, who were wearing thigh-length short-sleeved green habits; the boy admired their muscular legs and arms, and when they all bent a knee in front of him, as a sign of cousinhood and friendship, Shay couldn’t help but notice, with a hint of embarrassment, that they were not wearing anything under the robe. He quickly averted his gaze, but not before noticing how well-endowed a couple of them where.

“Next…” – Uncle Roderick said, pointing to four grown-up men – “…there are your Older Cousins. They wear a blue habit, symbol of inner peace, because they have mastered all the three virtues, including the Temperance. But their path is not over, because, if they feel strong enough in their virtues, they can try and become Uncles, and will wear a white habit like mine.”

Shay nodded and looked with deference at the four men, whose ages apparently ranged from the early to the late forties; they were wearing knee-length blue habits with sleeves long enough to cover half of their forearms. The four Older Cousins stepped forward but they didn’t kneel, they just bowed their head to Shay.

“Uncle Roderick, sir…” – the boy murmured to the older monk, shooting an uneasy glance at three monks standing still in a corner of the ample room, a bit afar, wearing long black habits and hiding their faces with the hood – “Who… Who are those monks?”

“They are our Lost Cousins, my boy” – the Uncle replied with a sympathetic sigh – “I’ll tell you about them later. Now, it’s about time you earn your habit.”

A Young Cousin came to them, bringing a red habit. “As a Novice, my Shay, you will wear a red habit, the color of Passion, because you are still young, you can’t possibly master the virtues of Renunciation and Temperance, as you’re still prey of your passions.”

The Young Cousin unfolded the red habit and Shay felt uneasy, as the robe had no sleeves at all and was so short that, sure enough, it would’ve barely covered his buttocks and manhood. “Should… Should I wear it all the time, Uncle?” – Shay asked with uncertain voice and the older man replied: “Don’t worry, you won’t feel cold, if this is your concern: as you may have noticed, there is a constant warm temperature in the Asylum, as it’s built over a hot Holy Spring. This habit will be your only piece of clothing until you’re a Novice. But in order to earn the right to wear it, you must first take vow of Submission to your Cousins and Uncles. This is an important step, son: Submission means obeying to anyone ahead of you in the path to the Holy Fountain. Being a Novice, you will have to obey any order given to you by your Young and Older Cousins, including Lost Cousins, as well as your Uncles, of course. Any order! You won’t object and you’ll promptly obey, no matter what. Are you willing to take such vow?”

“I do!” – Shay replied confidently, kneeling in front of the monks – “I take vow of Submission toward my Cousins and Uncles and will obey all their orders, pray the Holy Fountain be witness to that.”

 

~ The Trial ~

“So it is sworn, so shall it be!” – Uncle Roderick said aloud, looking straight at Shay, and then added in a curt tone: “Strip.”

Shay’s face blushed crimson red, listening to the Uncle’s order. Stripping naked in front of all those monks he barely knew?? The boy’s innate modesty, greatly enforced by his father’s strict education, just couldn’t let him do that! He started heaving, desperately trying to find the courage to show himself as naked as the day he was born, to all those men staring intensely at him. Even the Lost Cousins had come closer and had taken away their hoods, revealing their sharp features and looking at Shay with lustful eyes.

“You are not going to break your vow of Submission so soon, Novice, are you?” – said gravely Uncle Roderick – “Any order must be obeyed immediately! Otherwise, you know the way out.”

Shay looked almost in a trance at his own hands hurriedly move on their own, quickly unlacing his blouse, untying his cord belt and taking away all his clothes, one by one; without even daring to breathe, he then took away his undergarment and stood naked in front of the monks, shamefully bowing his head and covering his pudenda with trembling hands.

“Don’t be shy…” – Uncle Roderick comforted the ashamed boy – “We all have been created in the image of the Holy Fountain, and we all have, within us, an imperfect Fountain that we have to nurture and train. Be proud of your body, feel confident in showing it to your Cousins.”

The Novice flashed a timid grin and slowly removed his hands, letting everyone look at his most private parts. Uncle Roderick gestured to one of the Young Cousin, who promptly stepped forward, standing in front of Shy.

“I am Blain” – the young man said, raising his habit and showing his half-hard cock – “Kneel down, Novice Shay, and worship the Fountain with your fingers, so that it can gush for you.”

Shay was shocked. The thing that his father, with utmost strictness, had always forbidden to do to himself, now had to be done… to another man?? A brief glance to the Uncle’s serious expression told to Shay that he had to act, and quickly.

“Don’t worry” – Blain said softly with an encouraging smile, while Shay fell on his knees – “I will instruct you and guide your inexperienced hand.”

Hesitantly, Shay extended a hand and grabbed Blain’s cock. It felt soft and hard at the same time, and heavy in his hand. Slowly, he started to stroke the fat meat, pulling down the foreskin and letting it enclose again the sensitive head.

“Tighten your grip.” – Blain said in a condescending tone – “Feel the ridge of my glans under your finger, through the foreskin, and brush your fingers against it.”

Shay followed the suggestion, and soon felt the cock grow stiffer and thicker, until it was fully erected. Heartened by his little success, he started stroking it with more passion, looking with fascinated eyes at the engorged glans coming out of its velvety lair, to then disappear again into it, over and over.

“Use your other hand to caress my balls…” – Blain suggested – “as it will give me more pleasure and I will be ready sooner to let my seed gush out of my Fountain.”

Shay immediately complied, feeling very uneasy about fondling another man’s gonads. But a part of his mind was surprised at the subtle pleasure of feeling under his fingers the wrinkled scrotum, that tickled him with its curly hair. After a while, Shay decided on his own to move his hand from the balls to the buttocks, to take a handful of the firm buns; and then the hand shifted up, to sneak under Blain’s robe and caress his firm abdomen.

“Am I… doing it well?” – Shay asked, hearing Blain moan softly.

“You’re doing very well, Novice… Mmmhh… Now stroke my cock with both hands… Yes, this way… Hold tight the base and work the tip… Aaahh… Your hands feel so good…”

Standing on his knees and concentrated on his task, Shay didn’t see Uncle Roderick kneeling behind him, and winced in alarm when he felt two greased fingers sneaking between his buttocks and spreading something slippery on his boy hole. He tried to move his ass away, but the Uncle’s grave voice froze him: “I command you to stay still and not evade my touch.”

Shay felt his heart in his throat, when a thick oiled finger broke into his inviolate hole. It didn’t hurt, but he felt totally degraded by Uncle Roderick’s violation of his most secluded portal.

Blain saw Shay’s distress and distracted him, moaning louder: “Mmmhh… You’re making me feel so good, Novice Shay… Your touch is so delicate and passionate… Aahh… I feel ready… Ah, yes, I’m about to burst… Keep stroking my cock and point it to your face… Yeah… Get ready Novice, as you’re about to be showered by my essence… Yes… YES… OOOHHH!!!”

Blain’s cock suddenly stiffened like rock and then a thick plume of viscous cream hit Shay on his left cheek, and then another on his lips. “Bathe yourself in the Holy Fountain, Novice Shay!” – Blain screamed, lost in his pleasure. Shay felt the warm seed dripping down his face, and while a part of his mind was happy to receive the bliss of Blain’s essence, another part felt disturbed, as it was… manly seed, another man’s sperm! And all the while, the finger exploring without any modesty his insides were making him tremble with shame, but he kept milking Blain’s spurting cock.

Blain’s moans trailed off and he suddenly placed his hand on Shay’s, to stop them. “Stand up, Shay. You did well”. He scooped with his fingers some semen dripping down from Shay’s face and offered it to him: “You can taste my seed, if you like…”

Shay instinctively recoiled from the disgusting fluid and shot a pleading glance to Blain: “If you command me I’ll do, Cousin…”

“No, it’s not an order.” – Blain replied, smiling warmly – “Time will come when you will appreciate your Cousins’ essence as much as a the most delicious wine. Oh, and while not mandatory, it would be appreciated if you thank a Cousin who gave you the bliss of bathing in his Fountain.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Cousin Blain… Thank you for giving me your essence. And… for your guidance.”

Blain respectfully nodded his head and stepped back. Shay turned his face drenched with sperm to Uncle Roderick and said with a feeble voice, blushing again crimson red: “And thank you, too, Uncle Roderick, for… whatever you have done to my… bottom.”

“I was preparing you for your last step, the ultimate proof of your Submission that will let you earn your Novice habit.”

 

~ Impaled and torn apart ~

Uncle Roderick pointed his eyes to a weird stool placed nearby, and Shay followed his gaze, gasping at what he saw. It was a small, sturdy four-legged stool, with something protruding from the center of the seat; they moved closer, and Shay realized that it was a cylinder made of leather, decorated in a way that made it look like a… penis??

Talking with a loud voice, so that anyone could hear, Uncle Roderick said gravely: “This is your ultimate test. Submit to my authority, Shay, and sit down on that stool, all the way, until you’re fully rested on the seat. I understand from your scared glance that you guessed what the stool will do to you. Yes, that phallus will mercilessly violate your hole, cruelly taking your virginity, and you will feel torn apart, but you won’t give up, and you will keep on impaling yourself on the vicious phallus until it’s fully buried inside you. No one will force you, as this must be your decision. Is your Submission strong enough to obey my command and accept to have your tight hole broken down and irreparably loosened by that evil instrument?”

The fiery blush that so far had enflamed Shay’s face gave way to a deadly paleness, as the Novice faced the hardest trial of his life. Was his Submission strong enough to obey, thus having his tight hole split open so mercilessly? Did he have, inside him, the strength to suffer the unbearable pain, without stopping halfway and admit his defeat?

No one in the room dared to even breath, all the eyes were on Shay. The boy made up his mind, inhaled deeply and stood tall: “I submit to your command, Uncle Roderick. No matter how painful it will be, I sacrifice my virginity to the Holy Fountain. My Submission will support me in this hard trial.”

Shay slowly moved to the stool, turned around to face the audience, and squatted down onto the evil instrument. He felt his well-lubed anus easily give way to the stiff intruder, and was surprised not to feel torn apart… but of course the real pain would’ve come later, when he would’ve taken it all! In the meantime, he felt thankful to the caring Uncle, now understanding the reason of his earlier finger-fuck.

With a determined expression, Shay lowered on the phallus another inch, and then another… and he felt his buttocks firmly pressed on the stool.

Truth to be told, the ‘evil instrument’ that supposedly was about to ‘tear apart’ and ‘break down’ the boy’s hole was nothing more than a very thin, slender cylinder, not longer than three inches: even the tightest virgin hole could’ve taken it in stride. Sure enough, it was so small that, after the trial, Shay’s hole would’ve been as virgin as it was before.

But Shay, inexperienced as he was, and scared by the Uncle’s gory description of the torture awaiting him, was truly convinced that his tight little hole would’ve been cruelly and irreparably split open. And yet, he had bravely chosen to inflict to himself an unbearable torture, submitting to the Uncle’s command.

All the Cousins cheered, praising Shay for his courage and his deep Submission, but Shay didn’t feel happy, he knew he had failed: the intruder was giving him some discomfort, but he felt no pain at all, so he obviously had made something wrong.

Ignoring the cheers, Shay stood up and run to Uncle Roderick, burying his face into the man’s ample chest: “I’m mortified, Uncle Roderick! I didn’t feel torn apart, the instrument didn’t break down my hole! I tried, Uncle, I really tried!!”

“And you fully succeeded, my brave Novice!” – the Uncle comforted him, hugging him tight – “You gave ample proof of your Submission. The stool couldn’t ever hurt you, but you didn’t know. You were prepared to have your young, beautiful body permanently injured, in order to obey my command, and that’s what Submission is all about. Your virginity is still intact, my boy. Go take your red habit, you fully earned it!”

Shay smiled wide, deeply relieved, and happily scampered to take the habit, eager to finally cover his nudity; but his smile faded a bit when he realized that the habit barely covered his buttocks; and he was happy not to be as endowed as Blain, or the tip of his manhood would’ve peeked from under the fabric!

“There’s a reason for that, Cousin” – Blain said, coming closer, guessing the reason of Shay’s uneasiness – “You have so much to learn about Renunciation and Temperance, and the shortness of your habit is an invite to your Cousins to instruct you as much and as often as they feel to. The more you advance in your path to the Holy Fountain, the longer your habit will be. As you can see,” – he added, showing off his thigh-length habit – “I myself am still quite… inviting, being only a Young Cousin.”

“Welcome to the Asylum, dear nephew” – Uncle Roderick interjected, gesturing to another young monk – “Now go with Ewan, he will show you your cell, where you can refresh and rest a little before dinner. Today you’ve taken a big step, and proved yourself worthy of the Holy Fountain, but your trials are not over. Tomorrow you will show us how strong -or weak- are your Renunciation and Temperance.”

“Come, Cousin Shay” – said a deep, friendly voice behind the boy, and he turned to face the lad; he was a Young Cousin, as shown by his green habit, and Shay recognized him as the Cousin who sported the most massive endowment, when they knelt in front of him. “I’m Ewan, we’ll share the same cell. I think we’ll go along very fine together. And probably I will… uhm… teach you one or two things in the next days.”

“Thank you, Cousin Ewan” – Shay replied, with a timid smile – “I’m… eager to learn from you and to submit to your command.”

Under the Uncle’s amused gaze, Ewan led the way across the ample Chapter house, and Shay followed him, proudly wearing his short red habit. And when they passed through the small crowd of Cousins, Shay blushed and giggled, feeling many hands playfully caress his buttocks and his cock under the thin fabric.

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In the next chapter: Shay will learn more about the Asylum and the Cousins; at night, he will have to overcome again his shyness and his innate heterosexuality to delve deeper into the ways of the Worship of the Holy Fountain.