The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 20: BEGGING TO CUM ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

In order to master the virtue of Renunciation and become a Young Cousin, Shay (a shy 18-y.o. novice) submits himself to a hard training: to be strong enough not to masturbate despite the relentless, exquisite teasing he receives from all the monks.

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~ An important decision ~

“Ewan, I feel I’m ready to become a Young Cousin” – Shay said with confident voice to his roommate and mentor Ewan – “I will undergo a Trial and will take a vow of Renunciation.”

“It’s about time” – Ewan replied, smiling wide – “I think you’ve been ready for this step since you entered the Asylum. When your virtues were put on test, the first days you were here, even Uncle Roderick was impressed by your Renunciation and self-control  [1].”

“Is it a hard Trial to pass? I don’t want to fail, I want to be sure to be strong enough in my virtues to pass it…”

“I can’t tell you exactly how your Trial of Renunciation will be, Shay, because it’s always different. The Uncles decide what to do according to the novice’s ability to master his virtue. But one thing is sure: it’s all about Renunciation. You remember what Renunciation is, don’t you?”

“It’s the virtue of rejecting pleasure for its own sake” – Shay replied confidently – “A man shall never seek solitary pleasure, but will only accept it from others, sharing it with them.”

“Good. And what is Temperance?”

“It’s the virtue of restraining our carnal instincts and subjugate them to our mind. A man shall keep his member limp and shall restrain his seed until he’s allowed to release it.”

“Exactly!” – Ewan exclaimed – “And since your Temperance will not be put on test, you won’t be required to restrain yourself, you can reach your climax at will. But never, under any condition, as harsh as they may be, you will give pleasure to yourself.”

“I’m quite good at refraining from masturbate” – Shay replied, blushing a little – “as I’ve done it for years. My father was extremely strict about that.”

“Glad to hear that, but Renunciation is not just about masturbation: anything you actively do to grant yourself sexual pleasure is forbidden; even ‘casually’ brushing your manhood on the fabric of your habit or the mattress, just to mention a couple, is against Renunciation. It’s easy to restrain yourself when your willpower is strong; but when your body is on fire and your mind is clouded by the sexual tension, it’s a lot harder.”

“Will you help me training for the Trial, Ewan?”

“Ha! The entire Asylum will help you” – Ewan giggled – “Here, let me… prepare you.”

Ewan moved closer to Shay and raised his habit until both his manhood and his ass were fully exposed; then tightened the cord belt around Shay’s waist, keeping the fabric in position. Shay gasped and blushed: “Should I walk around the Asylum this way?? It’s humiliating, indecent!”

“No one forces you to do it.” – Ewan stated – “You can always train for your Trial by yourself. Or you can raise your habit like this, and all the Cousins and Uncles will know that you’re training and will help you. I warn you, though: it’s not an easy training. All the monks will try and keep you on the brink of your orgasm for hours, even for entire days, until every ounce of your body and every nerve of your mind will scream for the need to ejaculate. They will do their best… or their worst, to force you to find relief in masturbation.”

Shay inhaled sharply, realizing that he was getting hard, in anticipation of the overwhelming sexual desire and a mind-bending need to cum he was about to feel; he tried to cover himself with his hands, but didn’t dare to touch his own cock with his hand, so he started to wave his hands in front of his crotch, in such a naïve and hilarious way that Ewan couldn’t stop himself from bursting into laughter: “I see you’re ready for your training!”

Ewan then lowered his voice to a conspiratorial tone and added: “But before you go, here is something that may help you: remember that you’re not required to exert your Temperance. It’s the monks’ duty to keep you on the brink without letting you to cum, but if they push you too hard, you’re totally allowed to cum! And as a last resort, if you really can’t stand it anymore, it’s not forbidden to plead an Uncle to let you cum: he may well tease you even more, but if you’re lucky...”

 

~ Harder and harder ~

Shay nodded in silence and cautiously opened the door leading to the hallway; he shot an embarrassed glance around and then walked away. He felt terribly exposed, with his hard dick bouncing in front of him and the air caressing his naked ass cheeks. He dearly hoped not to meet anyone, but at the first corner he almost bumped into the gigantic Gaynor.

“You bump into me too often to be casual!” – Gaynor joked – “I mean, look at me, I’m pretty hard to miss, ha ha ha! But wait… You’re training for your Trial! I’m so happy for you!”

Gaynor pulled Shay into a friendly hug and held him tight for a short while; and then, still holding him with one big arm, he reached down to Shay’s stiff cock and started stroking it sensually. Shay wasn’t circumcised, so there was no need for lubrication, and soon Shay started breathing heavily, climbing to the peak of his pleasure. But all of the sudden Gaynor let go of him, giving him a knowing glance: “Not so fast, boy… The day is still long. And then there’s tomorrow, and the day after… Now go. Hope to see you around, later in the day!”

Shay grumbled his dismay at being abruptly left alone, excited and wanting for more, and walked toward the laundry, as it was his turn to help washing the bedsheets and the monks’ habits. When he entered the laundry, he saw Flann, the dark-skinned Older Cousin hung like a horse, gathering the dirty bedsheets with Quinn, the slutty Young Cousin renown for his extreme flexibility.

As soon as Flann saw Shay, with his habit hiked over his waist and his stiff dick shamelessly bouncing in front of him, smiled wide and came closer. “Good morning, handsome!” – he growled into Shay’s ear, while his hand ran down to the boy’s ass. A finger intruded between the ass cheeks and pressed on the clenched, dry hole.

“What…? Aren’t you properly greased up?” – Flann inquired, surprised. Shay blushed and muttered: “I’m sorry… No one… I just…”

“Never mind. Let me help you!” – the black monk said with a lustful smirk. He grabbed some oil and, much to Shay’s surprise, smeared it on his own stiffening rod, making it grow to its scaring length of twelve inches.

“Are you going to grease me up… using your cock??” – Shay gasped, and Flann giggled: “Do you know a more effective way? This stick can go deeper than any finger!”

Flann pointed his humongous tool to Shay’s anus, and the boy quickly tried to recall to his memory the precious lesson he learned from Gaynor, about being ready for a fuck without any preparation  [2]. «Push out. Relax. Breathe. Push out!» – he repeated into his mind like a mantra – «Concentrate on the ass, not on the cock!»

Breathing hard, Shay put a great effort in pushing out, like he was taking a poop (as Gaynor suggested) and was actually surprised to feel Flann’s wondrous cock slide inside him effortlessly. Inch by inch by inch the long snake slowly filled Shay’s depths, spreading the scented oil all over the tender chute. When he finally felt Flann’s pubes tickle his ass cheeks, Shay relaxed and took a deep breath.

“I’m in awe for your ability to take a big cock such as mine so gracefully!” – the black monk exclaimed – “I was ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort, but you took my entire length in one breath!”

“Th… Thank you” – Shay said haltingly, as the sense of fullness turned into a delightful sexual tension – “Please fuck me, Flann… I feel so horny… Fuck me! Make me cum…!”

“You wish…” – Flann chuckled – “No, you need more oil.”

Flann pulled out, poured some more oil on his own cock and eased it back into Shay’s ass, with a long, sensual push. Again, he buried all his twelve inches into the boy’s ass and then pulled out, took more oil and shoved his cock again into Shay, slowly. It wasn’t a proper fuck, and it only added to Shay’s arousal, bringing him to the brink but without letting him reach his climax.

Shay was delirious: “Please… Oh, please! Let me cum!”

“Use your own hand, if you so wish…” – Flann tempted him, pulling out. Shay stood tall, turned to look at him and proudly replied: “Never. My Renunciation is strong!”

“Good to know. But then, if you’re not going to put your hands on your own cock, maybe you should put them on mine: as you can see, I’m as hard as a stone, and my Fountain is begging to gush…”

Shay knelt down and used both hands to stroke Flann’s long cock, insisting on the head and occasionally squeezing the plump balls. His hands ran fast on the huge shaft, as if he was doing to Flann what he dearly desired to do to himself. “If I can’t cum for you” – Shay said, raising his feverish gaze to Flann’s eyes – “then do me the honor of blessing me with your seed. Let me quench my thirst on your Fountain! Cum! Drench me with your essence!”

With a chocked grunt, Flann stiffened and held his breath, lost in that wonderful, fleeting moment when a man’s entire body prepares for the ejaculation; his cock started throbbing like it was a wild animal and gushed like a hose long jets of thick man cream that landed on Shay’s face, into his open mouth and even in his hair.

When the orgasm subsided, Flann helped Shay on his feet and gave him an intense, friendly glance. “I’m sure you’ll pass the Trial with flying colors” – he said to Shay – “as the Holy Fountain flows strong in you. Now clean up a bit and help us with the laundry: keeping yourself busy will help subdue the desire.”

 

~ Too much to bear ~

Easier said than done. For the entire day, no matter what Shay was doing, the passing monks teased him relentlessly: a brush on the nipples, a finger sneaking into his well-lubed ass, a hot breath blown on his engorged glans made Shay’s cock bob up and down, desperately seeking for relief. The worse were the Older Cousins, Gaynor, Keenan and Flann, as they were very experienced and could easily guess when Shay was about to lose control and stopped teasing him just a moment before he could shoot; and then, with a matter-of-fact tone they often said: “Your hand can easily put an end to your pain…”.

In the afternoon, Shay sought refuge in the library, hoping to be able to catch his breath. He lay on a padded bench and closed his eyes, trying to ignore his cock pulsing as if it had a heart of his own. He felt a dull pain in his groin, as the sexual tension was taking a toll on him. He managed to relax a bit, and almost screamed when he heard a voice saying: “I see you’re not sleeping. Sit up, novice.”

Shay rose sitting on the bench and saw Glen, the boy-looking young monk that not long earlier made Shay feel very jealous for the way he was chasing after Ewan. Despite of it, Shay was happy that, of all the monks, it was Glen: sure enough, that young monk wasn’t experienced enough to deal with him, overexcited and ready to shoot as he was. «He will push me too far and I will finally cum!» – Shay thought, keeping a stone face.

Glen knelt between Shay’s splayed legs and started brushing his small hands on Shay’s thighs, occasionally tickling the skin with his short nails. A very mild stimulation, under normal conditions, but for Shay was intense, and he had to force himself not to evade the boy’s touch. Glen slowly bowed his head, pointing his rosy lips to Shay’s throbbing cock, and Shay exulted inwardly, hoping to be finally pushed over the edge by the inexperienced monk.

One moment before the lips touched the engorged glans, Glen looked up and said: “Novice, bend to the command of a Young Cousin and tell me when you’re about to burst, so that I can stop.”

“No! It’s not fair!” – Shay screamed, seeing his hopes suddenly crushed – “It’s your duty to stop before I cum, you can’t ask for my help!”

“Yeah, it’s a dirty trick, I’ll give you that…” – Glen replied, wearing an urchin grin – “…but I’m still a Cousin and you’re a novice, so bend to my command.”

Glen’s tongue felt like warm velvet around Shay’s enflamed manhood, and it took only a few thrusts of the wet mouth before Shay yelled in alarm: “I’m close! I’m close!!”. Glenn immediately recoiled, holding tight the base of Shay’s cock, so to prevent a possible ejaculation; and when he saw the novice breathing normally again, the exquisite torture went on. In order to keep Shay on the verge without pushing him too far, Glen often let go of Shay’s cock and used his tongue to titillate his balls, his inner thighs, his belly. Three times more Shay had to yell to be too close to his climax, and by the last time Shay’s voice was cracking for the tension.

“Please, Glen… I’m begging you… Stop torturing me…” – Shay pleaded, and soon added: “I won’t masturbate, my Renunciation is strong, but you’re killing me…”

Glen looked up at Shay with a sympathetic smile and replied, politely: “I’ve been in your place, not long ago. Your ardent plea won’t be ignored. I’ll now take my leave”. He stood up and headed to the door, but then stopped for a moment and turned around: “I admire and respect you more that you think. I’m not trying to steal Ewan from you. It’s just that… he’s just too hot not to crave to feel his caring arms around me and his mighty cock inside me. I think you can understand what I feel…”

“I do, I truly do!” – Shay replied wearing a knowing smile – “Thank you for what you said. I really appreciate it! And… uhm… I’d appreciate even more if you could make me cum! Please!”

Glen’s silvery laughter echoed in the library: “I’d be more than glad to oblige! But I’m afraid I’m not allowed to, sorry. Maybe Uncle Roderick can help you.”

 

~ A hunk of an Uncle ~

When alone, Shay tried to relax, but it was impossible: the sexual tension he felt was unbearable, and his groin ached for the pressure. He made up his mind and went out to the hallway, walking quickly around the Asylum until he was at Uncle Roderick’s door. The mere though of putting his anguish onto Roderick’s shoulders was a relief: the wise older man would’ve helped him!

He knocked, and when the door opened, Shay’s eyes opened wide: in the doorframe, sexier than ever, there was Devin, wearing the white robe that he so arduously gained through a hard Trial  [3].

“Devin!” – Shay exclaimed, and his voice sounded more like a lustful moan – “Oh! I mean… Uncle Devin!”

It took half a second to Devin to understand why Shay was half naked and why he was madly aroused, and a sexy grin appeared on his face: “Roderick is out, but believe me, you’ve found the right Uncle to soothe your pain…”

Shay stepped into the small study, blushing bright red and whined with broken voice: “Help me, Uncle Devin! I can’t stand the tension anymore! I plead you to make me cum!”

“You know this is a risky move, don’t you?” – Devin inquired – “I could well tease you even more and send you away without letting you cum. This is the time-honored rule of the Asylum!”

Shay turned around, to hide the shameful lust enflaming his eyes, and replied trembling voice: “I put myself into your hands. If you want me to go insane for the desire, then do your worse. But you won’t break my Renunciation: I won’t masturbate!”

Devin moved closer to Shay and hugged him from behind. Without a word, he started caressing Shay’s torso, sneaking his hands inside the sleeveless habit, through the large opening of the arms; soon his fingertips found their target: Shay’s sensitive, stiff nipples, and started flicking sensually against the tender meat.

“Agh!!” – Shay screamed, but quickly forced himself to a stoic silence. His groin ached for the pressure of the juice that had going building up inside him for the entire day. The exquisite, relentless stimulation of his nipples were quickly bringing him to the orgasm, and he started moaning softly: “Please don’t stop… I beg you not to stop…!”

“You’re so damn sexy, boy…” – Devin growled into Shay’s ear, pressing his stiffening crotch against Shay’s buns – “Ahh, if only you weren’t training for your Trial! I’d shove you to the ground and strip away your skimpy habit…”

“To the ground… yes… Strip me naked!” – Shay moaned, envisioning behind his closed eyelids the hot scene, with Devin rudely tearing away his habit and leaving him stark naked.

“And then I’d pin you down with my massive frame” – Devin went on, using the most sensual tone he was capable of – “I’d forcefully part your legs, locking you in the most vulnerable position, with your ass completely splayed, for me to do whatever I want with it…”

Shay was now fully caught into the turbid erotic dream and blubbered: “My ass… My ass is yours… I’m helpless…”

“Yeah… Your little boy hole would be at my mercy! Your tight, sensitive boy hole… No lubrication for you, boy: I’d make you take it dry, I would split your hole wide open…”

“Nnngghh… Fuck me… Hurt me, but fuck me… Ohh…”

“I’d point my rock-hard cock to your tiny puckered hole, teasing it to make it even more sensitive…”

“Ah! Don’t stop…!” – Shay almost screamed, while Devin’s unrelenting nipple teasing and his dirty fantasy were driving him toward the precipice, the wonderful precipice he longed to dive into with every fiber of his being.

“…And then, all of the sudden, I’d impale you, shoving hard my entire cock into you, all the way! BAM!”

Devin suddenly slammed his clothed crotch into Shay’s ass, mimicking a harsh impalement, and that made Shay lose control. With a high-pitched squeal, Shay reached his climax and his unattended cock erupted a geyser of boyish cream that splatted all around, on the wall, on the floor, on the Uncle’s desk. The mighty ejaculation, fueled by the immense pent-up sexual tension, seemed endless, and Shay shook and trembled, feeling his knees going weak. He felt Devin’s manly body pressed against his back, his strong arms holding him tight, and his orgasm went on like forever.

When, at long last, Shay could control himself again, he stood on unsteady feet and took a deep, ragged breath. The pressure in his groin, much to his relief, was gone. Devin had been merciful to him, and Shay knew it well: the experienced Uncle knew exactly what he was doing, it wasn’t a mistake by his side, if Shay had been able to cum. The orgasm had been wild and intense and yet…he didn’t feel as good as he hoped.

“I know you’re still horny as hell” – Uncle Devin said, making Shay turn around, to look into his eyes – “The pressure you were feeling in your groin was becoming unhealthy for you, and I gave you relief, but the unattended orgasm I granted you couldn’t possibly soothe your arousal. The sun is setting, and you have to face the hardest battle: the night. Be strong, Shay, as the temptation of pleasuring yourself will put a strain on your Renunciation.”

“Luckily I share my cell with Ewan” – Shay replied, anxious – “Having him sleeping in the same room will help me restraining myself…”

“But Ewan will be fast asleep” – Devin said with a knowing smirk – “and you’re so horny that you would need just a few strokes to cum. If you’d masturbate in the middle of the night, believe me, no one would know…”

Shay stared deep into Devin’s eyes and replied: “No one… but me.”

“That’s my boy…” – Devin mused, glancing at Shay with admiration – “Hurry up and undergo your Trial, because at the Springs, when you were still a virgin, I promised you a wild fuck  [4] and our little dream, tonight, put a fire in my loins!”

Shay lowered his gaze, and sure enough there was an unmistakable erection making a tent in Devin’s long white robe. “I can… take care of it, if you want” – Shay suggested, uncertain, and Devin shook his head, smiling tenderly: “You’re a very special person, you would really give me pleasure even knowing that you wouldn’t be able to cum. I can’t ask you that. And out of respect and admiration for you, tonight I will sleep alone, dealing with my desire as you’ll deal with yours. Now go, and may the Holy Fountain support your Renunciation!”

Shay smiled and turned around, heading to the door; his bubble ass, fully exposed due to the raised habit, bounced smoothly at each step. Before he could reach the door, he giggled, hearing Devin mumble: “…and may the Holy Fountain support my Renunciation, too!”

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In the next chapter: Shay, in the desperate effort to find relief without masturbating, ventures to the West Wing, where the Lost Cousins live; but instead of getting help, he ends up helping the sadistic Drake, who reveals his tormented past.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] After his initial Trial of Submission, required to become a novice (see Ch. 1), Shay underwent a test to prove how good or bad were his virtues of Renunciation and Temperance. Uncle Roderick was so impressed that seriously though of giving him the green habit of the Young Cousins (see Ch. 3).
[2] Shay wanted to be ready to take care of Ewan, even when Ewan’s overactive libido would make him assault Shay and fuck him without any preparation; Gaynor instructed him about what to do in such hectic circumstances. See Ch.19.
[3] The Older Cousins who truly master the Temperance and can keep under strict control their most powerful instincts can undergo a harsh Trial and become Uncles. Devin did it in Ch.17, and he’s now wearing the well-deserved white robe stating his superior rank.
[4] One day, at the Springs, Shay witnessed Devin make sensual love to Ewan and felt very excited, although he still looked at himself as a straight guy. When done with Ewan, Devin would’ve gladly fucked Shay, too, but he was still a virgin; so, he growled into Shay’s ear: ‘Remember my promise, lad. You’re the next’. See Ch. 4.