The Holy Fountain

≈ CHAPTER 22: THE THIRD LIFE ≈

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Who's Who in this chapter

Shay, a young novice, has just made sweet love with Drake, a depraved monk heavily into bondage and sexual torments. The unexpected situation startles Ewan (Shay’s young lover), Uncle Roderick (the wise head of the Asylum) and Uncle Orren (a depraved monk who recently repented).

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~ A little miracle ~

Ewan, still heaving for the anxiety, could hardly believe his own eyes. Drake was lying on his own bed, completely naked (which was an unprecedented event by itself), and Shay was literally draped over him, in a pose of trusting and affectionate abandon. They clearly had made sweet, intense love, and they were now slumbering, out of exhaustion.

“Holy Spring…” – Ewan exclaimed, incredulous – “This is the last thing I expected to see…”

Drake smiled faintly and replied: “If it looks like a miracle it’s because that’s exactly what it is…”; his tone, usually harsh and commanding, had a warmth and a sweetness that none of the presents had ever heard.

Uncle Roderick, who was standing next to Ewan, shot at Shay a worried look, and asked: “Are you alright, boy? When we heard that you were here with Drake we worried for your wellness…”

Before Shay could reply, the door crashed open again and Uncle Orren stormed in the room, furious, and pointed a finger at Drake: “You bastard!! I told you that if you ever laid another finger on Shay you would’ve felt my wrath!!”  [1]

Orren was about to attack Drake, but Shay rose sitting and shouted: “NO!! Uncle Orren, don’t harm him! I’m perfectly fine, I’m not in danger, and Drake did nothing to me! Well… nothing unpleasant, that is.”

Ewan exhaled loudly and exclaimed: “Praise be! We all ran here as fast as we could, because we feared that Drake was going to hurt you…!”

“Drake was not going to hurt me…” – Shay replied, and then shot a meaningful glance at Drake, silently urging him to confess the truth. Drake rose sitting on the bed and started nervously fidgeting with the bedsheets, too ashamed to even look at the people standing near the bed. He took a deep breath and murmured: “I was not about to hurt Shay, I was about to hurt… myself.”

“What?? Why?” – Uncle Roderick exclaimed, shocked by the revelation. Drake shamefully averted his gaze and shut his mouth, and Shay intervened: “Because, even after twenty years, he still can’t overcome the traumas he had to suffer in his teen years. Drake is not a bad person, he was sexually abused in terrible ways, before joining the Asylum.”

Uncle Roderick slowly sat on the bed and looked straight at Drake: “Is it true?”

Shay placed a comforting hand on Drake’s arm and said: “Show him, Drake. You can trust Uncle Roderick.”

With an anguished and miserable expression, Drake lay on his back and bent his legs, letting Roderick see the wooden butt plug he was wearing. Roderick’s eyes opened wide: “What does it mean?” – he asked, but Drake was too ashamed to reply.

Shay intervened again, and with great caution explained: “Drake was abused at such an extent that… his anus has been ruined beyond recovery. He’s been wearing that plug since the day he joined the Asylum. Without it he wouldn’t be able to… er… keep his bowels sealed.”

A deep silence fell in the room and Uncle Roderick stood still for a moment, in deep concentration, and then said: “Human body has a wondrous ability to heal himself. Drake, will you let me to… check and assess the damage? Maybe it would be easier for you if we were alone…”

Ewan and Orren took their cue and headed to the door, and Shay was about to go, too, but Drake grabbed his hand: “Please stay, Shay. I… I need you.”

Shay sat down again on the bed and Drake nodded to Roderick, who gently pulled the plug out of Drake’s ass. The puckered anal ring faintly tried to tighten, but not enough to seal the anal chute. Roderick greased two fingers with some oil and gently inserted them into the loose opening, constantly checking Drake for a possible sign of distress. He smeared the oil on the inner walls and then said: “Tighten it as much as you can, Drake!”

Drake did his best, but all Roderick could feel around his fingers was a weak twitch. “Uhm…” – he mumbled, and moved his other hand up, to Drake’s chest; he took Drake’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger and started teasing it in the most erotic way. Drake reacted with a loud moan, arching his chest and enjoying the unexpected sexual stimulation; Roderick smiled, feeling Drake’s ass instinctively tightening a bit more around his fingers.

“There’s hope.” – Roderick said, seriously, without withdrawing his fingers – “The sphincter is a voluntary muscle, but its response to involuntary stimuli is even greater. And what is the most powerful involuntary stimulus for the sphincter?”

“A… sexual climax?” – Shay said tentatively, trying to be on par with the Uncle’s refined language, and Roderick nodded: “…and the subsequent ejaculation. That’s right. So, Shay…” – Roderick added with a rascal grin, glancing at Drake’s member that was stiffening again – “…with Drake’s permission, will you please provide to your Cousin enough external stimuli to trigger the desired outcome?”

Shay frowned and stared at Uncle Roderick for a moment and then asked, unsure: “Should I… make Drake cum?”

“That’s the general idea” – Roderick chuckled, and Shay was relieved to see Drake smile, too. Returning Drake’s smile, Shay leaned on the stiffening member and started licking and lapping it with cautious, respectful touches of his tongue. He held the base of the cock with one hand, while the other started casually caressing Drake’s chest, exploring the ridges and the mounds of his chiseled muscles and playing with the stiff nipples.

Roderick coupled Shay’s efforts and pushed his fingers deeper into Drake’s ass, in search of the sensitive prostate. A sudden rugged breath from Drake told him that he’d found his target, and started wiggling his fingers, tapping on the swollen joy button with gentle persistence.

Shay was thrilled to see Drake’s body respond so enthusiastically to their ministrations and renewed his efforts, sucking and munching on Drake’s man meat with growing passion. Drake’s moans of pleasure were infectious, and soon Shay realized he was sporting again a stiff erection: apparently, three orgasms in a row hadn’t drained his youthful balls. Not after the insane teasing he had been subjected to in the last two days, anyway [2].

“Mmmhh… Ooohh!” – Drake moaned, placing a hand on Shay’s head – “I thought I would’ve never felt these sensations any more… Ahh… I can’t get enough!”

“What you mean?” – Roderick inquired, and Drake explained with ragged breath: “For twenty years I couldn’t even get an erection, my sexuality was locked… but apparently Shay found the key. He’s just… ooohh!!... irresistible!”

“He surely is” – Roderick said, smiling tenderly. Shay felt proud and thrilled to be able to give to Drake such an excruciating pleasure, and felt his own cock throb, in need of release. His mouth pushed deeper on Drake’s engorged manhood, trying to take it all, ignoring the discomfort coming from his own stretched throat: he was devoting every inch of himself to Drake, to his pleasure, to his newly found sexuality.

Drake was now moaning louder, getting closer to his climax, and wanted to give something to Shay in return of his exquisite efforts; with the mind clouded by the sheer pleasure, he grabbed Shay’s hand and started sucking his fingers, greedily, licking the palm and suckling on his fingertips, as if they were Shay’s dick.

The unexpected gesture was so erotic and intimate for Shay that he couldn’t resist any more, and his neglected cock started spurting powerful shots of creamy juice. “Mmmph…! MMMPH!!” – he moaned loud, his mouth stuffed with Drake’s rod; despite the ongoing excruciating orgasm, Shay didn’t miss a beat and went on servicing Drake’s cock with a passion fueled by his own pleasure.

“Ohhh…OOOHHH!!” – Drake screamed, won by Shay’s innocent eagerness and the irresistible sexiness of his dick throbbing in a seemingly never-ending ejaculation. Uncle Roderick’s expert fingers, buried deep into his ass, stimulated him from inside in an enticing way, and Drake got lost in a cloud of pure pleasure; he held his breath, his entire body stiffened, and his cock erupted like a volcano, shooting jet after thick jet of man essence deep into Shay’s mouth. “Yes, boy! That’s how a man cums!” – Roderick exclaimed, and Drake felt even more thrilled by the Uncle’s unexpected appreciation of his sexual prowess; but Roderick’s enthusiastic comment was actually caused by the unmistakable grip of Drake’s anal ring around his fingers: the rhythmical tightening and relaxing of Drake’s sphincters was anything but weak, and Roderick smiled wide for the relief.

Slowly, the contractions trailed off and both Drake and Shay paused to catch their breath. Shay, still with some sperm seeping out of the corners of his mouth, locked eyes with Drake and there was an intense exchange of silent emotions between them: happiness, gratitude, support… and sexual exhaustion.

 

~ Drake’s third life ~

After a few long moments of silence, Uncle Roderick cleared his throat and said: “I hope not to ruin the moment, but there is good news, Drake: your anus is not as ruined as you thought, it actually works quite well!”

“But… How can you say that?” – Drake inquired, incredulous – “If I don’t wear the plug I… ehm… I can’t hold…”

“The plug is actually the main issue” – Roderick explained – “as it’s large and you’ve worn it for many years. I’ll give you something different to help you with your… problem: a wooden ball, large enough not to slip out of your ass, but small enough to let you clench your anus. The sphincter is a muscle, like any other muscle in our body, and if you exercise it every day, you will soon be able to fully recover.

Drake’s eyes got wet, overwhelmed by the relief he was feeling. He shook his head, trying to find his voice, and then murmured: “Two hours ago I was about to… give up on myself, my life and my ruined body. And here I am, more alive than ever, with my manhood awaken from its deadly slumber and my ass on its way back to its pristine state…”

“Well…” – Roderick said, cautiously – “It won’t ever be ‘pristine’ again, I’m afraid. Our body has a memory of its own, just like our mind, and some memories just can’t be forgotten. But this doesn’t mean you can’t go back to a serene and healthy life, and fully embrace the path to the Holy Fountain… if this is what you want.”

“More than ever!” – Drake confidently replied– “The Holy Fountain and the Cousinhood gave me a second life, when I first came here, and now… though I don’t deserve it… Shay granted me the chance of a third life. I can’t pass it, Uncle Roderick. I will do whatever it takes to take again my place within the Cousinhood. And I… I will undergo a Trial, this time: when I first came here, the mere thought of impaling myself on that wicked stool[3] scared the life out of me, as it brought… horrible memories to my mind; it still scares me, honestly, but I need to prove my worth to you and to myself. I will undergo my Trial.”

“I’m very glad to hear that, but take your time. No one is rushing you. After all…” – Roderick chuckled, standing up and heading to the door – “we waited for almost twenty years, didn’t we? Now rest, Drake. I’m leaving you to the tender care of our sweet Shay.”

Roderick went away and Shay, once again, lay on Drake, placing his head on Drake’s chest. They both were exhausted, but neither of them felt to sleep. There were too many unanswered questions in Shay’s mind, and too many ghosts hunting Drake’s soul.

“I can’t believe my body could heal this way…” – Drake then said, with a thoughtful tone – “I wish my soul could heal just as easily… I still have nightmares at night…”

“Tell me what they did to you, Drake” – Shay replied, softly – “Give voice to the monsters lurking in your heart, share your burden with me and your soul will start healing, at last.”

Drake turned his head and dove his gaze into Shay’s deep blue eyes: “I… I can’t do this to you, Shay. You’re so… innocent, so sweet, and my memories are… just too disturbing for you to bear them.”

“This is the right moment.” – Shay said seriously, sustaining Drake’s intense gaze – “I’ll be brave enough to listen, if you’re brave enough relive your past.”

Drake turned his head and stared at the ceiling, while a deep frown obscured his handsome features; after a long pause, he murmured, as if he was talking to himself: “I was seventeen when they kidnapped me…”

Shay placed again his head over Drake’s chest and held him tight, to give him the strength to go on, to delve into his past, set free the ghosts harboring in his soul and, at long last, look at the future with renewed hope. But before ascending to the skies, Drake had to go down to Hell and face again the demons living deep into his soul.

 

~ Living again the horror ~

“I think they carefully chose me” – Drake said with a distant tone – “because I was orphaned, I lived on the streets and I was… er… sexually active. I was handsome and brazen, I was quite popular among the young girls of the village. One night three masked men assaulted and blindfolded me, and brought me to what they called the Satyrs’ Lair, deep into the forest north of the town.”

Shay raised his head and asked with wide eyes: “Are the Satyrs really half-human and half-beast, like in the tales?”

“Forget the tales. They were definitely human… though they acted like the cruelest beasts. I believe they were just a bunch of wicked men who took inspiration from the old tales. They usually stayed naked during the day, wearing only a sort of underwear made of braided grass, and at night they covered themselves with animal furs. As soon as we got there, they stripped me naked and forcefully shoved a wooden butt plug into my virgin ass. I screamed loud for the pain, but they just told me ‘What are you complaining for? You’ll thank us, later on, for preparing you to the Stone’. And then they gave me a sort of potion made with some disgusting bitter herbs. I thought it was a poison or something, but I couldn’t be more wrong: that potion lit up a fire in me, an irrepressible arousal, and despite the predicament I was in, I would’ve been glad to masturbate, if my hands weren’t tied behind me.”

“For the first five days they didn’t do anything to me, they fed me with cooked meat and vegetables, and twice a day they forced me to drink their wicked potion. My manhood was constantly hard, so hard that it hurt, and they kept me in that state for five days and five nights. They let me wash in the river and do my business there, and every time they replaced the butt plug with a bigger one. I felt so debased and humiliated! Not just for having my man hole stretched by those plugs, but for the careless way they shoved them into my ass, without any regard, without paying any attention to my screams. If the plug didn’t slip fully inside on the first try they just pushed harder. I felt miserable for the pain coming from my tortured hole and the excruciating need to cum the potion forced me to feel.”

“And then, on the sixth night, a Saturday, they brought me to a clearing where a high fire was burning. Next to it I spotted a sort of sculpture that without any doubt was the Stone they talked about. It looked ancient, covered as it was with a soft moss. It was a short pillar with a square capital as large as a small chair; on top of the pillar there was a huge phallus carved in stone, with a wide helmet and a single big sphere at the base. The phallus seemed to glitter and shine at the fire light, and my heart sank when I realized that it was coated with a slick substance, sure enough to let it slip into my already abused ass. But it was just too thick! I couldn’t possibly take it inside me without being torn apart, and I started to scream, I tried to run away, I fought like a lion, but I still had my hands tied behind my back, and they were too many. They grabbed me bodily, raised me in the air, forcefully parted my legs and… then… they placed me on top of the giant phallus.”

Drake took a ragged breath, trying to recall to his memory every detail of that dreadful night, and then went on: “At first my anal ring, despite the past abuse, refused to let the big intruder pass. I couldn’t use my hands, and I desperately tried to support myself placing my feet on the sides of the pillar, but the moss covering it was too slippery. I begged, I cried, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. And eventually… my anus just gave up: I felt something ripping inside me, and the cold stone forced its way deep inside me, until I was fully impaled on it. My screams echoed in the wide forest, but there was no one to save me…”

Shay shivered for the horror, his eyes got wet, but he forced himself not to wimp out: he’d made a promise to Drake, and he was determined to stay and listen to his tale to the end, and share the horror with him.

“I looked around, at the men watching me with greedy and lewd eyes, and then lowered my eyes to my manhood, that incredibly enough was still hard and throbbing. The men started chanting a sort of litany, and Silenus, their head, entered the clearing. He was wearing two little horns on his head and long furry stockings to make his legs look like a goat’s hind legs. He came to me and said ‘Hail, O Fountain of Youth!’, and then engulfed my throbbing cock into his bearded mouth. I had been building my load for five long days, my arousal forcefully heightened by the wicked potion; and the pressure on my prostate, crashed against the giant stone phallus, left me no escape: in a matter of minutes I experienced the most wreaking, painful orgasm of my life. No, it wasn’t an orgasm, there was no pleasure, no feelings whatsoever: it was just an ejaculation, a forced ejaculation that made me spurt all my seed into Silenus’ greedy mouth. He didn’t waste a single drop, he went on sucking and squeezing until I felt completely drained.”

“I started crying.” – Drake confessed, shamefully looking away – “I felt used and abused, treated like a milking cow, nothing more. I felt like Silenus had sucked my dignity and my soul out of my aching manhood. But at the very least, I thought, the ordeal was over, Silenus had had what he wanted, and sure enough they would’ve soon pulled me off the Stone. How wrong I was! As soon as Silenus left the clearing, all the other men crowded around me, each of them demanding his share of my seed. They masturbated me, pinched my man tits, stroked my legs and sucked hard on my unnaturally stiff cock, until they could force another debasing ejaculation from me. And then another, and another… The wicked potion didn’t let my manhood to ever rest, nor let my balls ever be drained. The more manly essence they wanted from me, the more my unwilling loins provided them.”

Drake felt a wet feeling coming from his chest, and lowered his gaze to Shay, who was silently crying hot tears of compassion. “My poor Shay, what horrible trial you decided to undergo…”

“Go on, I’m strong.” – Shay lied, trying to put in his voice as much confidence as he could – “Purge your soul and your mind, Drake, get it all out…”

With a ragged sigh, Drake went on telling his tale: “That was my first time, but not my last. During the week they let me rest, they fed me and forced me to drink their horrible aphrodisiac potion; and then, every Saturday night, the Satyrs gathered in the clearing, lit up the fire, greased up the Stone and unceremoniously impaled me on it. I hoped that after the first time it would’ve become easier to take the giant phallus inside me, but every time it was as painful as the first time. And when I was fully impaled and unable to escape… the Satyrs started feasting on me. They forced countless ejaculations out of my cock, and every time I spurted, they fought over my seed, like hungry beasts, growling and gritting their teeth.”

“It went on for almost two years” – Drake said after a pause – “By then, I didn’t feel a human being anymore, they never talked to me, they just… milked me week after week, until one night my body just gave up. They had pushed me too far and too harshly, making me drink too much of their powerful potion; for two long years my manhood couldn’t have a single moment to rest. But that last Saturday, when they shoved me over the Stone, they all stared in shock at my cock going totally limp. The chant trailed off and in the complete silence Silenus came to me. He grabbed my lifeless cock and started wanking it furiously, hissing: ‘Cum! I command you to cum!’. But I just couldn’t, my sexuality had been completely wiped away, I just couldn’t feel anything, much less give him the manly seed he craved for. Silenus was furious, he climbed on the pillar and on me and hissed into my ear: ‘How you dare, mortal! Give me your seed now!’.”

“I screamed loud” – Drake went on, with trembling voice – “as Silenus’ weight was painfully pushing my ass against the large ball at the base of the phallus, but he was out of his mind. He bit my shoulders, pinched my nipples and pressed a hand on my lower belly, trying to squeeze my prostate even more against the stone phallus, and all the while I screamed and begged him to get off of me. And then, suddenly, my abused ass gave up and ripped apart, letting the large stone ball disappear inside me. I let out a deafening scream and mercifully blacked out.”

A deep silence fell in the room, and then Drake sighed deeply and said: “I thought I was dead and had gone to Paradise, because when I came to I was lying on a comfortable bed, in a room inundated by a warm sunlight, and I saw a kind white-dressed wise man looking down at me with infinite tenderness…”

“But he wasn’t an angel, he was Uncle Roderick, wasn’t he?” – Shay smiled, and Drake smiled back at him: “I still see him as an angel. I displeased and failed him in every possible way, in these years, but still, when he looks down at me, there’s love in his eyes, and I feel like that distant day, when he took a wrecked, desperate and barely alive nineteen-year-old lost boy under his wing.”

Shay placed a hand on Drake’s face and leaned over to give him a tender kiss, but suddenly stopped: “Wait… you said that back in the day you were quite popular among the girls, didn’t you? But if so… you know… you must have hated me when I touched you, I sucked your dick, I drank your man juice!”

Drake looked straight at Shay with great affection and replied: “An act of sheer love and devotion is always a soothing caress to a hurting soul. Love has no gender, and a man who repays a sincere act of love with disgust or anger has not the right to call himself a man.”

And then, Drake raised his head and gave to Shay a tender, sweet kiss on his lips, inhaling his scent and breathing along with him. When their lips parted, Shay murmured: “If so, then you are all man…”, and kissed him again.

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In the next chapter: Shay, shocked by Drake’s revelations, seeks support from Ewan, but finds Glen in his room and get jealous; Glen is harshly sent away, but later on the boy comes back, much to Shay’s surprise.

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Footnotes and references:

[1] Drake, once, has sexually assaulted Shay, and Orren forbade him to ever touch Shay again. See Ch. 12. 
[2] As a training for his upcoming Trial, Shay accepted to be sexually teased by the entire Cousinhood; he bravely resisted the urge to masturbate, but the long teasing loaded his body with an unbearable sexual tension that Drake could finally soothe making Shay cum three times in a row. See Ch. 20 and Ch. 21.
[3] Every novice, in order to be accepted into the Cousinhood, must undergo a Trial where he has to impale himself on a dildo mounted on a stool. The dildo is harmless, but the novice is convinced that it would rip his ass open; and yet, as a proof of Submission, the novice must impale himself. Shay himself underwent such a trial (see Ch. 1) but Drake was exempted, as he was clearly unable to do that.