The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 21: THE SATYRS’ LAIR ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Shay (a shy 18-y.o. novice who’s training to become a Young Cousin) talks with Uncle Orren (a former Lost Cousin who recently repented) and then, in dramatic circumstances, he meets Drake (a sadistic monk who lives a sinful life), who reveals his shocking past.

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~ Sexual desperation ~

Shay got up from bed with deep eye sockets, as he could sleep no more than a couple hours. The relentless teasing he’d been subjected to the day before put a fire in his loins that prevented him from sleeping. He’d rolled in bed over and over all night long, and many times he’d though of putting an end to his misery masturbating; but every time he found the strength to stop his hand.

He wasn’t hungry, but he headed to dining room nevertheless, to have some breakfast. Just like the day before, he kept his habit hiked over his waist, leaving his ever-stiff dick and bubble butt completely exposed, as an invite to all the monk to keep him aroused and let him give proof of how strong his Renunciation was.

He sat at the dining table and the Older Cousin Keenan, the sturdy Viking-looking monk of the Asylum, who was sitting next to him, flashed a knowing smile and extended his hand to stroke the boy’s manhood. Shay’s stiffened and raised a pleading glance to Keenen: “I beg you, don’t do it…” – he said with trembling voice, and Keenan halted: “I’m sorry, I didn’t understand you already were at this point.”

“Which point?”

“The point of begging not to be touched anymore. We all have been in your shoes, you know. At one point you feel saturated, there’s no room for more sexual tension, even the most delicate touch is a torture. You’re taking an important step, training for your Trial, but it’s horrible, because what you feel is the opposite of what the Holy Fountain teaches us. I wish I could help you, but I can’t. Only an Uncle can let you cum.”

“Devin was merciful, yesterday evening, but it wasn’t enough…”

“It’s never enough. At this point one weak orgasm can’t possibly drain your balls. I know that in the past Torrance, being a Lost Cousin, not bound to the vote of Submission, broke the rules and helped a novice soothe his pain; but now Torrance and Orren have repented, and they’re bound again to the Asylum’s rules: they won’t help you; and the only other Lost Cousin left, Drake… better not to deal with him. He’s cruel, merciless.”

Shay bowed his head: he knew very well that Drake was a vicious sadist, and the memory of Drake’s assault [1] made him feel a wrench in his gut. He tried gulping down a few bites of food, but a movement caught his attention: Drake was going away, heading to his cell in the West Wing. The fleeting, stupid idea of following him flashed in Shay’s mind, but he quickly dismissed it, as it was way too dangerous.

But Shay’s mind, clouded by the excessive horniness, didn’t let him think straight. «Now the only Lost Cousin in the Asylum is Drake…» – Shay thought, standing up and absentmindedly walking to the door – «Maybe he can help me! Even being tortured like he once did to me would let be better than the misery I’m in!»

Shay rushed to the hallway and looked toward the West Wing; Drake was walking down the hall, giving him his back, and Shay hastened to reach him. “Drake…” – Shay called when he was close; Drake turned around, gasping loud, and gave to Shay a long, intense glance, darkened by a deep pain, an infinite sorrow; Shay’s heart, for some reason, skipped a beat when he looked into Drake’s eyes: there was a desperation, a hopeless appeal for help that made Shay hold his breath. “Drake…” – he repeated, softly, but the monk shook his head and ran away, going to his cell and slamming the door shut.

“What are you doing here? You’re not safe in the West Wing, Shay…”

Shay turned around, startled by the sudden, deep voice behind him, and saw Uncle Orren, wearing his weird short black habit, sign of his new status of Lost Novice [2]. Shay felt a shiver down his spine, as he couldn’t forget that Orren raped him, not long before; but he knew he was safe, now, because Orren had become a new, better man.

 

~ Drake’s mystery ~

“Drake is dangerous” – Orren said, draping a protective arm over Shay’s shoulders and walking away with him. Shay sighed, lost in his thoughts, and replied: “I know well how dangerous Drake can be, but I feel there’s more about him. What can you tell me about him? I guess you were already at the Asylum when Drake came here, weren’t you?”

“Drake didn’t ‘come’ here. We found him lying unconscious out of the Asylum’s door and we took care of him. It was about twenty years ago. Back then, he seemed a good lad who’d had some sort of traumatic experience, he didn’t talk much and never let anyone touch him, but he seemed at ease with the Asylum’s lifestyle and the principles of the Holy Fountain. So, we gave him a red habit, he took vow of Submission and became a Novice.”

“But if he didn’t let anyone touch him, how could he undergo the novitiate Trial? You know, the one where the novice must… er… impale himself on the dildo bolted to the stool… [3]”

“As a matter of fact, he didn’t undergo the Trial of Submission, nor any other Trial. Slowly, he integrated into the Cousinhood and started accepting fleeting physical contacts, but he was always terrified by the Trials. He did give ample proof of his virtues, though, so the Uncles decided, over time, to let him become a Young Cousin, and then an Older Cousin.”

“Maybe he was just conscious about his body” – Shay said – “You know, at the Trials you have to get naked in front of everyone…”

“Now that you mention it, I’ve never seen him naked…” – Orren said, pensively – “Even when he played his wicked games with Torrance, he always assumed the dominant role and stayed fully clothed. But anyway, why all this talk about Drake? He’s not worth our time, he’s an evil person, no good can ever come from him…”

“I can’t wipe from my mind the glance he threw at me, few minutes ago” – Shay said, concerned – “There was such a desperation in his eyes, such a deep sorrow…”

“That’s because he’s now alone. Torrance and I have changed life, but he didn’t follow our lead. I tried to convince him, but he was adamant in his decision to stay a Lost Cousin. I’m done with him, and you shouldn’t mess with him, either.”

Uncle Orren took his leave from Shay, who stood still in the middle of the hallway, in deep though, for a few long moments. Then he took a deep breath and realized that his dick had gone completely limp, while talking about Drake. So, he untied the cord belt and let his habit cover his nudity. «My training is over» – Shay decided with a resolute frown – «They tempted me in any way, making me go crazier with lust than I’ve ever been, and I didn’t masturbate. I’m ready for my Trial!»

He was about to go back to his cell, to talk to Ewan about his decision, but he couldn’t forget that last, intense glance Drake shot him earlier. There was no anger, nor lust in those eyes, there was… a silent plea, a hopeless wish for something that touched deeply Shay.

«I know I’m going to regret this…» – Shay thought, turning around and walking with determined steps toward Drake’s cell. He knocked on the door and heard a feeble “Go away…!”, spoken with a broken voice that alarmed Shay. He ignored Drake’s order and stepped into the room. Drake turned around to look at the door, startled and ashamed, as if Shay had caught him in the act of doing something wrong… except that he was not doing anything: he was just standing by the window, holding a lit oil lamp in his hand.

Shay was puzzled, as it was morning, the room was inundated by the sunlight, and there was no need for a lamp. And then Shay saw it: Drake’s long black habit seemed drenched with something slick that glistened in the flickering flame of the lamp. Oil! Drake’s habit was drenched in highly flammable lamp oil, and his hand, holding the flame, was dangerously trembling…

“No!” – Shay yelled – “By the Holy Fountain, don’t do it!”

Drake’s eyes filled with tears and he whined: “You helped them, but you can’t help me, there can’t possibly be salvation for me…”

“Your tears tell me otherwise” – Shay replied with passion – “Whatever your sins, in this very moment you have saved yourself. Give me that lamp, Drake. Please.”

A long tense silence fell in the room, and for many endless moments no one moved. And then, at long last, Drake extended his trembling hand to Shay, giving him the lamp. Shay immediately put off the flame and took Drake by hand, bringing him to the bed and letting him lay down. Drake seemed an empty shell of a man, and meekly let Shay guide him.

Shay caught his breath and then thought that first off, the habit drenched with oil had to be taken away, so he tried to reach out for the first buttons, but Drake’s scream startled him: “NO! Don’t touch me!!”

“Drake…” – Shay replied, trying to sound as friendly as he could – “True, we have a history, you and I, but I’d never hurt you. Trust me. Let me take this habit away, I just want to help you…”

“Why?” – Drake whined – “You can’t save me. I’m a satyr, I hurt people in the worst way, violating their intimacy cruelly and mercilessly, just for my own wicked pleasure. I hurt you, too. You were so innocent, vulnerable, and I… I…”

“Stop torturing yourself…” – Shay said, cautiously extending again his hand to undo the buttons of Drake’s habit. This time, Drake didn’t stop him and let Shay go on, almost holding his breath. Slowly, the long cassock opened up to the end, revealing a smooth, chiseled chest on a slim athletic body, with narrow hips and a good-sized limp dick resting on a hairless ball sack. Shay helped Drake out of the habit and then cleaned him up with a dry cloth.

Shay was puzzled, because he’d imagined that Drake was hiding something horrible under his habit, as for almost twenty years, since he entered the Asylum, he never let anyone see him naked or touch him.

 

~ The Satyrs’ Lair ~

 “You’re… beautiful” – Shay murmured, admiring Drake’s naked body; and a sad smirk appeared on Drake’s face: “They always said that to me, too…”

“They… who?” – Shay inquired, and Drake frowned, unsure if he really wanted to answer the question. “Have you ever heard of the Satyrs’ Lair?”

“Of course I have” – Shay replied, surprised – “like all the children. My mother always threatened me to sell me to the Satyrs’ Lair if I didn’t eat my vegetables or didn’t go to sleep promptly. The Satyrs were supposed to be a bunch of ugly old men who went around at night kidnapping babies to bring them to their Lair, to do unspeakable things to them. It’s a myth to scare children, they don’t really exist!”

“They do.” – Drake said with unemotional voice – “They exist. But they don’t kidnap babies, they’re too young. I was seventeen when they kidnapped me and brought me to the Lair.”

Shay gasped loud and looked at Drake with wide eyes. “Are… Are they really a bunch of ugly old men like in the tales?”

“Ugly? Not really. Most of them were quite handsome, in a way. They were old to my eyes, but they must’ve been in their forties, early fifties at most. Except one, their leader; he called himself Silenus, like the mythical father of the Satyrs. He seemed to be in his late twenties and was incredibly handsome, had a muscular frame and a very hairy body. He liked to wear two little horns on his head and long furry stockings that made his legs look like a goat’s hind legs. And he always wore a sort of underwear that seemed made out of grass, just like all the other Satyrs.”

Shay was almost afraid to ask, but couldn’t stop himself: “And… do they really do… unspeakable things to the boys they kidnap?”.  Drake seemed to gather his inner strength to recall to his mind terrible memories he’d tried hard to forget; when he looked at Shay there was no light in his dry eyes, no emotions, he was dead inside. “Not unspeakable. I can tell you, but you won’t want to listen.”

“I may not want to listen, but I will” – Shay said seriously, looking straight at Drake’s eyes.

“You know what I used to do to Torrance: the cross, the forced masturbation, the huge dildo… [4]. That’s what they did to me. But ten times harder. I was seventeen, for God’s sake…! They wrecked me, body and soul, they brutally took away from me my youth, my blossoming manhood, my mental sanity. They forced me to cum countless time, until the very last drop of my essence got lost. They shoved in my ass things that make the Asylum’s giant phallus look like a twig. And that went on for more than two years, until… until my body just gave up. I had been impaled one time too many. I had been forced to cum one time too many. My body and my mind just couldn’t take it anymore, I was permanently damaged.”

Drake turned his head away to hide his tears and whined: “I… I can’t even get hard, not anymore. My man hole is torn open, ruined beyond recovery…”

With a ragged sigh, Drake shyly bent his legs, letting Shay see a round wooden button between his ass cheeks. “Are you wearing a sort of butt plug??” – Shay asked with strained voice, shocked and horrified by Drake’s tale, and Drake nodded, mortified: “I can’t even hold my shit…”

Shay was speechless and tried to express his deep sympathy and pain placing his palm on Drake’s heaving chest. Drake shivered and stifled a gasp, but after a moment he placed his own hand on Shay’s: “This is the most intimate touch I’ve had from a man since I came here, twenty years ago…”

With watery eyes, Shay asked: “But how come you’ve been found out of the Asylum’s door?”

“After they had drained and broken me completely, I became useless. They actually thought I was dead, like the others, and dumped me where someone would’ve given me a proper burial. Call it a late act of mercy. At first I thought that it was a miracle I was still alive, and I truly embraced the ways of the Holy Fountain… well, except the mutual blessings. I can’t bless anyone, and was too scared to even let someone touch me. But then, slowly, I realized that the Satyrs had planted an evil seed in me, a seed that blossomed in my soul when I met Torrance. I didn’t want it, but I couldn’t help it: I had become a Satyr. Like Silenus.”

“Silenus? Why do you feel like him?”

“Don’t you guess it? I’ve never seen Silenus naked, he always wore his weird grass underwear. He must’ve been wrecked, just like me. And since he couldn’t enjoy anymore the carnal pleasure, he vented his repressed lust on me, doing to me what they’d done to him. And now I’ve done the same to Torrance…”

“You didn’t wreck Torrance” – Shay comforted Drake – “He can still enjoy the pleasures of man-love, and… er… I can grant you that his man hole is anything but ruined. You’re not Silenus, you’re an innocent boy who lived a horrible nightmare. They took away from you a lot, but your concern for Torrance proves that that innocent seventeen year-old boy is still in you. They couldn’t steal from you your heart!”

Shay bowed his head and tenderly kissed Drake’s left breast, just over his heart; and then he pressed his ear on Drake’s chest, to listen to that very heart that endured such an unspeakable horror but was still beating, unconquered and pure.

“Ho… Holy Springs!!” – Drake suddenly exclaimed with strained voice and Shay, startled, followed his gaze… and saw Drake’s dick swelling proud between his legs, pointing up, straight as an arrow.

 

~ A revived Fountain ~

They both stared for a moment at the miracle of Drake’s newly awaken manliness, holding their breath. Drake’s dick was a beauty, a straight tube of throbbing meat crowned by a perfectly formed helmet; the short foreskin left the glans completely exposed, and Shay absentmindedly licked his own lips. Suddenly, all the repressed sexual tension that had been piling up into his groin during his training exploded again and made Shay’s cock proudly swell, peeking out of the short habit, desperate to find relief.

Shay instinctively moved a hand to caress and stroke Drake’s beautiful cock, but Drake screamed in horror, when terrible memories of the abuse he suffered resurfaced to his mind. “Fear not” – Shay hastened to say, stopping his hand – “Trust me, Drake. Let me show you the love and compassion I’m feeling in this moment.”

Drake faltered, but then replied with uncertain voice: “I’ll let you touch me, if you do the same. Let me give you the pleasure your body has been madly craving since yesterday.”

Shay quickly got rid of his own habit and climbed on the bed, straddling Drake in a sixty-nine position; within seconds, a warm, tender mouth enveloped Shay’s stiff dick and a caring tongue started brushing and titillating his sensitive cock head. Shay’s heart raced, and all the repressed lust that the monks had forced him to endure in the last day with their relentless teasing exploded all at once, submerging Shay under a sudden wave of pleasure that washed his body and erupted through his cock.

A high-pitched scream escaped from Shay’s mouth, while a torrent of thick man cream inundated Drake’s greedy mouth. Drake, though blindsided by the sudden orgasm, strained his neck to take every inch of Shay’s cock and every drop of his sweet nectar down his throat, while the boy kept moaning loud, shaking hard, pressing his face on Drake’s belly.

The unstoppable stream of semen dribbled down and Shay’s shivers of pleasure started turning into shivers of discomfort, as his dick was extremely sensitive after such a massive and sudden orgasm; but he was still horny as hell and urged Drake with ragged breath: “Don’t stop! AAGH! Go on… Keep going! NO! AHH!”

Drake smiled tenderly, listening to Shay’s many conflicting pleas, and went on licking and caressing Shay’s shaft and balls, avoiding the engorged helmet; his hands sensually brushed Shay’s thighs and massaged the bubble buttocks, and Shay relaxed, exhaling a long, contented breath.

After that first, explosive orgasm, Shay could finally relax a bit and concentrate on his task: pay a reverent homage to Drake’s newly found manliness and make sweet love to his beautiful cock. With utmost tenderness, Shay lowered his head and kissed the swollen glans, and then the stiff shaft, down to the pubes and back up. He parted his lips and welcomed Drake’s member into his mouth, taking his time to bathe it all with saliva and titillating it in the most exquisite way.

Drake was moaning softly and tried to mutter incoherent words, won as he was by the long forgotten pleasure he was feeling; but his mouth never let go of Shay’s dick, and went on sucking it with passion. Shay’s libido, despite the recent orgasm, soon exploded again, and Drake gratefully gulped down the fresh load of blessing essence.

Once more, Drake gave time to Shay to recover after the shattering ejaculation, and concentrated his efforts on Shay’s balls and perineum, while the erotic sensations coming from his own cock clouded his mind.

“I had lost hope to feel again what you’re making me feel” – Drake said with strained voice, enjoying Shay’s sweet blow-job with every fiber of his being. Shay recoiled for a moment and replied: “There’s always hope, Drake. Always. And your revived inner Fountain proves it beyond doubt.”

The two lads went on servicing each other for a long time, as they felt that they were living a sort of miracle that couldn’t be rushed. Their wet caring tongues bathed each other’s stiff throbbing member, rejoicing in the muffled sounds of pleasure they elicited. With respectful hands, they explored each other’s manhood, thighs, groins; and the sense of tender intimacy boosted their already breath-taking pleasure.

Shay heard Drake’s breath pacing up and whispered: “Give me your seed, Drake. As a gift, a sweet gift. Let your Fountain gush, at long last, and bless me with your essence…”

“I… I will” – Drake stuttered, climbing to the peak of his pleasure – “but you too, let me drink again your juice, as I can’t get enough! You’re making me feel… Ooohh… born anew… Nnngghh… Here it comes… AAAAGGHH!!”

Shay pursed tight his lips around Drake’s spurting cock and didn’t let a single drop of his man juice seep out; sucking hard, he siphoned the sweet nectar and joyfully gulped it down. The notion that Drake’s manliness, after such a long and traumatic torpor, had finally come back to life, blew Shay’s mind, and his third shattering ejaculation erupted straight into Drake’s thirsty mouth.

They enjoyed long moments of sexual delirium, and then, slowly, came down to Earth, pleasantly exhausted and physically drained. Shay turned around and lay on top of Drake, resting his head on the monk’s heaving chest. Drake, unable to say a single word, held Shay tight, and in few moments they drifted to a contented sleep, into each other’s arms.

 

Few minutes later they were startled by the loud noise of the door being open wide, and saw Ewan and Uncle Roderick storming into the room; on their faces, the initial alarmed expression quickly gave way to a marveled surprise, seeing Shay literally draped over Drake, showing an unexpected trust and affection toward his former tormentor. “Holy Spring…” – Ewan exclaimed, incredulous – “This is the last thing I expected to see…”

“If it looks like a miracle” – Drake replied, glancing at Shay with a warm smile – “it’s because that’s exactly what it is…”

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In the next chapter: Uncle Roderick, after learning about Drake’s attempt at killing himself and his traumatic past, comforts him and gives him hope; and then Drake reveals in detail, to a horrified Shay, the torments he had to endure.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] The day after his rape, Shay went to the West Wing to talk to Uncle Orren, his rapist; but he was assaulted by Drake, who tied him to a wooden cross and put him under a harsh sexual torment. Orren’s intervention saved him from a terrible fate, and since that day Shay carefully steered away from Drake. See Ch. 9.
[2] Orren was once an Uncle, but raped Gaynor and was declared Lost Uncle, his white habit was taken away from him and he was given a long black habit; but he retained his status of Uncle, as per the Asylum’s rules. Recently, in an effort to go back to the Holy Fountain, Orren shortened his habit and gave up to his prerogatives as an Uncle, accepting to become a ‘Lost Novice’. See Ch. 13.
[3] Every Novice, to prove his obedience, is ordered to impale himself on a dildo that can supposedly tear his ass apart, but in reality is harmless. Shay did it, when he joined the Asylum: see Ch. 1.
[4] Shay witnessed Torrance enduring a harsh sexual torment, tied to a wooden X-shaped cross (see Ch. 6); and later on Torrance revealed how Drake ‘trained’ him taking a humongous dildo up his ass (see Ch. 12).